I enjoy going out. I have said that I enjoy watching people interact with each other. I know that when I wear a blouse that shows some cleavage, it is because I want someone to see it. Sometimes I just feel sexy. Sometimes I want to show off my tattoo.
Going out to a club can be better than going to the movies for me. I get to watch a mix of all the things I like. Romance, Comedy, Drama, Suspense all set to music. Some of the music I know or music I don't know.
Last night I went out with my sister. We did the "cheap date" dinner, had drinks and just caught up. I like to tell her stories of my dating experiences. We like to talk about the things we see and the things we want to do.
I have to admit that while at the "club" we went to I normally drink. I didn't last night. I had a beer with dinner and a couple of mixed drinks. I know it wasn't enough to even get me tipsy. Let me just say that I know I need to find someplace else to go when I think, "I'm not drunk enough for this mess!" or if I find myself wishing for some other altered state of consciousness. I would have been able to fool myself into thinking I was having more fun than I actually was.
I did see some people that I like seeing. That is always nice. Though not enough to promote my continued presence. I did see someone I haven't seen in a while. I don't know this person at all. We danced together back in July and he was a great dancer. I didn't recognize him until I saw him on the dance floor. I know his name and that he is a good dancer, but really nothing else. Oh, I learned something else. Breath mints! The man needed a box of breath mints. I went over to speak and when he turned to me and opened his mouth, My eyes started to water as the smell of hot, rotting fish filled my nostrils. I blinked and prayed the conversation would be brief. He said a few other things and asked me if I was dancing tonight and I said, "Maybe later." I hoped I would be able to find him a mint or offer him some gum before we were face to face on the dance floor. I had to go make sure my skin didn't peel off a bit. I was stunned. Later I was thinking, "I'm not drunk enough for this." and soon realized that I need to find someplace else to go.
Let's see how that adventure goes...
About Me
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Move is a "four letter word"
I hate moving. I really hate moving. I really really hate moving. I really really really hate moving!!!
I am a pack rat. It is amazing the amount of clutter that one family can accumulate in the course of about three years. I've been spending some of my time off facebook working with some of the clutter. I don't want to move a bunch of trash, which is what I did the last two times I moved. Every session of sorting, shredding and trashing is bringing me closer to a more organized and peaceful home.
I go home after work and set a timer for about 20 minutes and work on a pile of mail, school papers or old papers that have been pulled out from under, well only the good Lord knows where all my crap was stashed. I've come across papers from five years ago. I'm saddened by that. Though I'm not embarrassed because, I'm not a hoarder. After watching a couple of episodes of that show, I can't help but want to throw away anything that I can't logically justify having. I do have some things that really should be donated to somewhere they can be put to good use. Like the box of remnant yarn I keep pulling out and putting back in my closet. I have not crocheted anything in over eight months. I CAN crochet, so that means I should have yarn around in the event a "string flinging" episode overtakes me and I must make something that won't match, stylistically speaking, anything that I or my children wear. Yeah, I'm digging that box out of my closet tomorrow!
I have a modest collection of shot glasses. I have been eyeing them lately, but I've decided they will stay for now. They are fun and they make me look like a drinker. LOL. Maybe I'll post them on ebay or something so someone can buy them. I guess I'll keep about 6 to 12 of them. I'll go home and count them to find out that I have like 14, so I'll end up keeping them all. They don't take up a lot of space anyway.
I think I will invest in a scrapbook or photo album. I have a lot of pictures just piled up in a box and not where they can be looked over or appreciated. I think I will make that my "hobby" project to encourage me to keep my facebook time to a minimum and do something that is creative with my hands, something that my family can enjoy.
The search for another place to park my pillow has been very frustrating. I have budget constraints and don't want to over tax my resources. It really sucks that what I want and what I can easily afford are so distant in reality. I will keep looking and hopefully find my upgrade soon.
I am a pack rat. It is amazing the amount of clutter that one family can accumulate in the course of about three years. I've been spending some of my time off facebook working with some of the clutter. I don't want to move a bunch of trash, which is what I did the last two times I moved. Every session of sorting, shredding and trashing is bringing me closer to a more organized and peaceful home.
I go home after work and set a timer for about 20 minutes and work on a pile of mail, school papers or old papers that have been pulled out from under, well only the good Lord knows where all my crap was stashed. I've come across papers from five years ago. I'm saddened by that. Though I'm not embarrassed because, I'm not a hoarder. After watching a couple of episodes of that show, I can't help but want to throw away anything that I can't logically justify having. I do have some things that really should be donated to somewhere they can be put to good use. Like the box of remnant yarn I keep pulling out and putting back in my closet. I have not crocheted anything in over eight months. I CAN crochet, so that means I should have yarn around in the event a "string flinging" episode overtakes me and I must make something that won't match, stylistically speaking, anything that I or my children wear. Yeah, I'm digging that box out of my closet tomorrow!
I have a modest collection of shot glasses. I have been eyeing them lately, but I've decided they will stay for now. They are fun and they make me look like a drinker. LOL. Maybe I'll post them on ebay or something so someone can buy them. I guess I'll keep about 6 to 12 of them. I'll go home and count them to find out that I have like 14, so I'll end up keeping them all. They don't take up a lot of space anyway.
I think I will invest in a scrapbook or photo album. I have a lot of pictures just piled up in a box and not where they can be looked over or appreciated. I think I will make that my "hobby" project to encourage me to keep my facebook time to a minimum and do something that is creative with my hands, something that my family can enjoy.
The search for another place to park my pillow has been very frustrating. I have budget constraints and don't want to over tax my resources. It really sucks that what I want and what I can easily afford are so distant in reality. I will keep looking and hopefully find my upgrade soon.
Update: Facebook
Saturday will be four weeks without facebook.
I thought it would be harder, but it hasn't been that hard at all. Luckily, I like to watch shows on-line. I've caught up on some of the shows I like. I've gotten some direct messages from friends that miss me on there and feel that I am missing out on some networking opportunities, but feel I am spending more time doing for me and those important to me.
I am still struggling with my writing. I want to get to the point where I have stories to tell that are funny.
I am going to read a book about the five love languages. I also plan to read Act like a Lady, think like a man or something like that. I've read some excerpts and think I want to read more.
More to come...
I thought it would be harder, but it hasn't been that hard at all. Luckily, I like to watch shows on-line. I've caught up on some of the shows I like. I've gotten some direct messages from friends that miss me on there and feel that I am missing out on some networking opportunities, but feel I am spending more time doing for me and those important to me.
I am still struggling with my writing. I want to get to the point where I have stories to tell that are funny.
I am going to read a book about the five love languages. I also plan to read Act like a Lady, think like a man or something like that. I've read some excerpts and think I want to read more.
More to come...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Facebook Break
Ever the "Mad Scientist", emphasis on the Scientist more so than the Mad. I've decided it was time to take a break from "Facebooking my life away" as my teenage daughter puts it. She says that because she has not been allowed to open a facebook account.
I am going to dedicate the time that I would normally be on facebook to working on getting my home decluttered and organized. Fifteen minutes at a time.
The reason I deactivated my account was personal, but I've decided to turn the situation to my advantage. Lemonade and all that.
I have already noticed that Facebook was one of the first sites I went to when I went on-line. Now? Youtube! I have play lists that I run while I am working around my room. The next one is Hulu. I've been able to catch up on some of my favorite shows.
I think I will also work on putting my cook book together. I have a lot of recipes. Every time I try something new, I have a recipe for it. That way I can duplicate it. I hate to have made something that turned out really tasty and not be able to do it again. I am going to focus on working my business more and getting back on a regular baking schedule. Since the weather has been hot, I have not been motivated to get orders. Not that fall is almost year, I'm going to have some fun trying some new sweets and experimenting with bread recipes.
I've been off for almost a week. My short term goal is to be off for two weeks and I will take it one week at a time from there. Who knows! I might not go back for months.
Time will tell.
More to come....
I am going to dedicate the time that I would normally be on facebook to working on getting my home decluttered and organized. Fifteen minutes at a time.
The reason I deactivated my account was personal, but I've decided to turn the situation to my advantage. Lemonade and all that.
I have already noticed that Facebook was one of the first sites I went to when I went on-line. Now? Youtube! I have play lists that I run while I am working around my room. The next one is Hulu. I've been able to catch up on some of my favorite shows.
I think I will also work on putting my cook book together. I have a lot of recipes. Every time I try something new, I have a recipe for it. That way I can duplicate it. I hate to have made something that turned out really tasty and not be able to do it again. I am going to focus on working my business more and getting back on a regular baking schedule. Since the weather has been hot, I have not been motivated to get orders. Not that fall is almost year, I'm going to have some fun trying some new sweets and experimenting with bread recipes.
I've been off for almost a week. My short term goal is to be off for two weeks and I will take it one week at a time from there. Who knows! I might not go back for months.
Time will tell.
More to come....
Happy School Year ~ Mother Rant
I love smart people. I want my children to be smart people. School is one place to learn things, but let's not forget the importance of learning at home. Too often we experience the lack of common courtesies in the way people treat each other.
It kills me and makes me proud at the same time when people talk about how polite my children are. . . .like it's strange. The fact of the matter is that it is strange for a 4 and 5 year old to have manners. It shouldn't be, but it is. My sons say "Please" and "Thank You" it is a part of how we interact at home and a part of how they are expected to act when they are not home.
My teen aged daughters, though at times they may lose their minds a little, are respectful and polite. They try to be helpful and know how to do things like cook, clean and take care of basic personal needs. Don't get me wrong. We have our moments when they are nuts. A trip down the hallway on the old "mommypult" can bring them back to reality. It is the little things, you know? That keep things together. It feels good to have my daughter tell me that she is starting to notice how different her upbringing is from that of her friends. She told me of a comment made by a family friend about the fact that she can cook. The woman said that young women these days don't know their way around the kitchen. That conversation highlighted for my daughter that there was something different about the way she was being raised versus her friends.
Anyway! School has started and this is the first year that everyone is involved in school outside the home. I don't know how to act with the house all quiet after I get back from my "Morning Mommy Rounds." Today, I'm tired. Very tired. I just want to lie down and sleep for 6 or more straight hours. I didn't get to do that for the first day. It was my own fault.
A new school year is full of possibilities. New friends, old friends, new teachers, old teachers, new subjects and new challenges, not to mention old ones. I want my children to be pumped up about all of the positive things that can happen while being cautious of the bad things. They know it is important for them to be in place on time and prepared for the tasks of the day. They know it is important to stay on top of the resources they need and manage the ones they have in a responsible way. It is an ongoing process. I try to be consistent. That too is an ongoing process.
This was all prepared on little sleep and even less food. Hopefully my next post will be more coherent.
More to come...
It kills me and makes me proud at the same time when people talk about how polite my children are. . . .like it's strange. The fact of the matter is that it is strange for a 4 and 5 year old to have manners. It shouldn't be, but it is. My sons say "Please" and "Thank You" it is a part of how we interact at home and a part of how they are expected to act when they are not home.
My teen aged daughters, though at times they may lose their minds a little, are respectful and polite. They try to be helpful and know how to do things like cook, clean and take care of basic personal needs. Don't get me wrong. We have our moments when they are nuts. A trip down the hallway on the old "mommypult" can bring them back to reality. It is the little things, you know? That keep things together. It feels good to have my daughter tell me that she is starting to notice how different her upbringing is from that of her friends. She told me of a comment made by a family friend about the fact that she can cook. The woman said that young women these days don't know their way around the kitchen. That conversation highlighted for my daughter that there was something different about the way she was being raised versus her friends.
Anyway! School has started and this is the first year that everyone is involved in school outside the home. I don't know how to act with the house all quiet after I get back from my "Morning Mommy Rounds." Today, I'm tired. Very tired. I just want to lie down and sleep for 6 or more straight hours. I didn't get to do that for the first day. It was my own fault.
A new school year is full of possibilities. New friends, old friends, new teachers, old teachers, new subjects and new challenges, not to mention old ones. I want my children to be pumped up about all of the positive things that can happen while being cautious of the bad things. They know it is important for them to be in place on time and prepared for the tasks of the day. They know it is important to stay on top of the resources they need and manage the ones they have in a responsible way. It is an ongoing process. I try to be consistent. That too is an ongoing process.
This was all prepared on little sleep and even less food. Hopefully my next post will be more coherent.
More to come...
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