The Cat and The Bag

Well, I think the time has come to let you all in on something I have been keeping to myself for a while now. Something kinda big for me and something that I find myself surprised to say, is not in the least bit scary for me. And you guys know me … this type of thing usually has WORRY written across my forehead in wrinkles.

Some of you know, as I’ve drunk-texted pictures. *Laugh*

Sorry Min.

And Cookie.

And ShaNaNa.

Weekends of Nothing

So guess what I did this past weekend?

Not one damn thing.

I loved it.

Yup, I stayed in all weekend. Other than doing things around the house, it was a genuinely lazy weekend. Did I mention that I loved it?

I did however, spend a LOT (and I do mean a LOT) of time on the phone with The Artist. We spent hours and hours just … talking.

*Blink*

He calls. He just … picks up the phone and calls me. No forewarning text message like … “Hey what are you doing?” He just calls.  It’s funny to me how unused to that I’ve gotten. It’s funny how much I didn’t realize that I miss that. I like that he does that, and in fact, I like it a whole heckuva lot.

So it got me to thinking my friends. In this day and age of cell phones, texting, email on your phone, how does it work now? Is it always texting? Has it become only texting? Does anyone that is dating someone actually pick up the phone to call you just to say hi, how’s your day?

I so want to hear your experiences, thoughts, etc.

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Why Yes, Yes I Do Thank You!

It’s an interesting evening for me when I sit and stare at my computer screen as I’m just not quite sure where to start this entry. Hmmm … Let’s try this:

Once upon a time, I started this blog because of a jackhole narcissist. If you’re not a forever reader of the QTMama blog, then you may not be aware of the person I use to be. Check it out here, or here, or even here.

Go ahead, I’ll wait.

*QT Whistling while you read*

So yeah, now that you’ve read those, you should be thinking one thing:

Pathetic.

I know, right?  So let’s fast forward two plus years; throw in about a million dating adventures, one helluvan Irishman (don’t forget lots of trips to Vegas!), kissing toads, my re-hymenation, my two-car cobwebby vag, Cookie’s break-up service for me …  and while I could go on and on and on, I’ll spare you any more of my gory past dating life. (Unless you want to read my archives! *Grin*)

It’s not so pathetic anymore.

Funny, certainly. Silly at times, but that’s how I prefer things. Let me quote Miley here and say,

“Life’s a Climb, but the view is great.”

Yeah that’s right, I quoted Miley Stewart! Uh huh, cuz that’s how I roll.

You know what I find pathetic now? The jackhole narcissist. But.  BUT –  I do want to send him something special. Something that he forever will have my deep, earnest gratitude for.  Something near and dear to my heart <3.

So THANK YOU jackhole narcissist, for breaking up with me, cuz I’ll tell you what -

It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.