Stuff of the Random Sort

1) This morning, after dropping Em off at school, I stopped to get some gasoline.  It was fricken cold this morning, and I hate getting gas when it’s cold out, but alas, my gas gauge was in the E position with 7 miles to go before empty.  Dammit.  So, when standing there freezing my ass off, a man walked up to me and said, “So I’ve been noticing you not noticing me.”  I had to laugh.

2) ShaNaNa and I leave for Florida in less than a week for our 2nd annual girls weekend (five days) to Florida.   WOOOOOOO!!!  Beaches and bouncing boobs, here we come!

3) Yesterday, I was working at my desk when I got an IM from Twitch.  It said the following:

“You need to move to China.”   With this link: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,562341,00.html?test=latestnews

Yeah go ahead and click on that.

I admit to staring in shock and then actually, busting out laughing.  What a tool but MAN I LOVE HIM.

4) I have a date on Saturday night with DJBlueEyes.  I’m quite excited.  He found a place that apparently serves over 185 different types of martini’s. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I heard this, and I immediately said, “How did you find this place?!  Wait.  Just wait. More importantly?  How did I not know about this place?!”

5) I turn 37 in less than a week.  I love my 30′s.  I love my 30′s.  I love my 30′s.  I love my 30′s. I love my 30′s.

6) I’m kind of an ass sometimes.  Seriously.  DJ was very open about telling me how much he enjoys the time we spend together.  I mean, I am not so sure I’m use to a man being open about his feelings.  When he finished, I sort of had that feeling that I should say something in return.  I mean, just sitting there is not quite cool, ya know?  But I sort of had a panic moment and didn’t know WHAT to say.  But at the same time, I did have things TO say.  Ugh.  It’s like a vicious circle.  So what does QT do?

“I like the way you dress!”  QT blurts.

Mmm Hmmm.  Nice.

7) You know Wingman has lots of pictures from his weekend visit, from the reunion, from the bar outings, etc.  You catch my drift.  The funny thing is, he’s got a picture of Make Out Guy and I standing together at the bar from the one night – on FaceBook.  I really really REALLY (really) wanted to comment under it … “Look!  My boyfriend for a day!” because well, that makes me laugh.  I fear, however, that I’d be the only one laughing.

8 ) I believe I talk to my ex-husband NOW more than I ever did when we were married.

9) These are the flowers DJBlueEyes brought me for our 2nd date.  Yup, two dates.  Two sets of flowers.  Lilies.  I heart Lilies.

10) I need a new bathing suit.  *Wince* Ugh, I loathe going bathing suit shopping.

Please To The Sad

Dear QT Readers,

First and foremost, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for the kind words, and the emails I’ve received regarding the “break up” with MOG.  I put the break up in quotes, because I think I can speak for him and myself when I say it wasn’t so much a break up more than it was a parting of friends, truly.

And in the manner of respecting privacy, his especially, because yes, he does know of my blog, please know I’m not at all sad, I’m definitely at peace with the parting.  It was the right thing to do, for him and for myself.

Once, a few months ago, I wrote this post.  A Kick in the Ass.   Read that one, and know I refer back to this now, because it’s exactly what I think could best describe MOG and myself, and without telling you all that it is a big bunch of NONEYA.

Hugs and love (with a side of bacon),

QT

A Weekend With MOG

So Emilee was with her dad and their family on a short vacation to Niagara Falls this past weekend, which left me with an entire weekend, free.  As MOG and I are now on the same single parenting schedule, this meant that he was free as well.  So really, it looked something like this:

MOG + Free Time + QT + Free Time = MOG and QT spent the weekend together

As the weather was ridiculously cool, we decided to not go to the cottage but hang out around home.  And you know, we had a GREAT weekend together.  I even did the girl thing and dragged him to the mall as I was in absolute dire need of some new makeup.  I proceeded to yank him into all kinds of stores, and as we are in the beginning of the relationship, he tolerated all of this with a smile and a hug.  He did, at one point, say, “You are like a hurricane! In, do your damage, and out.”  Well yes, that’s the way to shop, isn’t it?

Attention! Attention!

So it seems that I now, officially, have a …

Ready for this one?

I don’t know if I can get this out … let’s try …

A *squeeeeeeek* Damn, let me try again …

I officially have a *Cough*

A … ba-ba-ba …

HELLFIRE!

One more time …

A Weekend Together and Bounce to Safety!

Well!  Given that Make Out Guy and myself are both single parents, coordinating our single parent schedules can be somewhat difficult.  We are managing quite nicely however, to see each other when our schedules do coincide.  And speaking of, this coming weekend, each of us do not have our kiddo’s.  And he asked if I wanted to go away for the weekend.  Alone.  With him. Up north to his cottage.

I promptly giggled and said yes.  QT is excited.

In other news, Em and I spent the weekend at our pool, where my hair turned white and her skin turned brown (she tans like no one’s business).  Emilee, God love her, is not a strong swimmer so she is not allowed in the deep end without me.  So, this past weekend when I finally did get my butt in the pool, I took her to the aforementioned deep end and I told her I wanted to see her tread water.  She said, “Okay Mom!”  We counted to three and I gently let her go.

She immediately sank like a stone to the bottom.

I immediately pulled her back up and said, “EMILEE!  Mom said tread water!”

“I know mama!” she said, “I did!”

I showed her again, what I meant by treading water.  I tread the water myself, showing her how to cup her hands and kick her feet.  She said ok, she was ready to try.  On the count of three, I let her go.

She sank like a stone.  Again.

This time however, she sank to the bottom of where she could touch, but before I could pull her back up, she used her feet to spring her back up where she shot out of the water and promptly shrieked, “BOUNCE TO SAFETY! BOUNCE TO SAFETY!”

And then sank again, where she pushed herself back up and out of the water like a gunshot, all the time yelling “BOUNCE TO SAFETY!”  People stopped and stared at her, as she screamed this every time she shot up out of water.  But I’ll be damned, she bounced herself to safety – right to the edge where she climbed out of the pool and announced, “MOM! I bounced to safety!” and she ran off to the shallow end, leaving the other parents staring at me like I just let my kid go in the water.

Which, technically I did, but ya know.

Hot Dogs and Hallways with Make Out Guy

I ran to answer the door, smiling at my Make Out Guy and giving him a big hug upon entering.  He brought beer.  And the kicker?  He brought dessert.  I blinked and stared at it.  I was completely taken aback by the dessert.  Why? I have no idea, but it was sweet and I thanked him.  We grabbed a beer and sat down to talk.  It’s interesting to me that we never seem to run out of things to talk about, there are no awkward pauses, there is always something to be said.  He’s full of questions, but so am I, so that is fine by me.

After the beer, I promptly got out all the makings for some martini’s.  All the while I’m considering how the hell do I bring up the Hot Dog in the Hallway comment.  I decide to wait a bit before venturing into that hallway and just sat down to enjoy me some Make Out Guy.

The Weekend in Text Messages

This past weekend brought some fun moments, especially because Jenn was in town, and we drank enough Saturday night to make my liver complain (not that it ever does though).  And yes, the weekend did include Make Out Guy, in person and in text messages. WOO HOOO!

Here is an example of my newly formed … er, friendship with Make Out Guy:

Make-Out-Guy: Hello Sunshine, how is your day?

QT: Do you like garlic?

Make-Out-Guy: I love garlic.

QT: Do you like bacon?

Make-Out-Guy: I love bacon even more than garlic, if that’s possible.

QT: I like you more and more everyday!

Make-Out-Guy: That’s the plan babe.  That’s the plan. 

And a damn fine plan if you ask me, darlin, a damn fine plan.

And here is an example of my not so newly formed friendship with Random Esquire:

RE: Hey!  What’s your favorite pet name?

QT: T-Bone

**Insert QT laughing hysterically as she pushes send on her phone**

RE: What?!  FOR YOU?

QT: No, but I think it’s fantastic that I just made MYSELF laugh my ass off just now.  What’s yours?

RE: Baby.  I love Baby.

QT: I like baby too.

RE: I wonder why though. I mean for me, it’s obvious. I just want to be like a baby and fall asleep with a nipple in my mouth. But you? I have no idea why you do.

QT: Uhh okay yeah.  Yep, I’m pretty sure it’s for different reasons.  You’ve issues Cookie, seriously.

RE: I love that I”m getting psychoanalyzed by someone named T-Bone.

QT: You love T-Bone, admit it.

And now I’m left wondering, I wonder what Make Out Guy would think if I called him T-Bone as a term of endearment.  I’m sort of really itching to try it.  *giggle*

The Make Out Guy

Well, being at the top of WordPress.com home page yesterday was crazy!  My blog stats went through the roof!  So thank you WordPress.  That was pretty damn shocking as well as very cool.

So to answer some questions regarding Make Out Guy … I was standing in line waiting to get lunch when I notice a man, actually, noticing me.   I looked over, saw him looking, smiled and looked away.  As I was leaving, I looked again, to see him staring at me.  And then it sort of hit me.

Hey, I thought, that guys looks really familiar!

So I look harder, if that’s possible and at this point I was sort of just staring.  Yet so was he.  So he gets up, walks over and says,

Once Upon A Time

Alright girls and boys, it’s time for story.  Get settled in with a martini, beer or a coffee …

Once upon a time, a young college freshman named QT went to see her very best friend named Wingman at his college for the weekend.  Actually, she drove to pick him up and then Wingman and QT drove to yet another college to see our … clan, for lack of a better word.  Our clan, our group, our peeps.  We promptly got drunk upon arriving and in between telling Wingman how much I loved him, playing the Viking drinking game, telling Wingman how much I love him and telling him how he was my very best friend ever, QT noticed a boy that had joined the clan, a new boy.  The new boy was tall and a tad skinny for her taste, but cute nonetheless.  And from that night on, the new boy became the Make Out Boy.  Whenever, and I do mean whenever he and I saw each other, we made out.  Lots.  For long amounts of time.  We never took it further, hell, we barely even talked in between bouts of making out.   It would always go something like this …