i was looking at my friend milinda’s profile on blogger and her answer to the dumb blogger provided question reminded me why we are still friends after all these years!
Thank you auntie, for the beautiful maple syrup dispenser. I always enjoy looking at a good cock first thing in the morning.
i gave hannah and carter both stuffed daisy dolls for their birthday in february. since then hannah has decided to show her pug love by taking her daisy everywhere she goes. daisy went to target and starbucks with us. hannah and carter both insisted she had her own seatbelt while riding in the car. it was cute so how could i refuse them.
daisy also has to eat dinner with us. when i asked hannah what they wanted to eat: hannah wanted chicken and starbucks and daisy wanted peas. i suspect someone has been reading my blog posts to the little lass.
ben and i have been wanting to join the ‘big brothers big sisters’ program. well honestly, ben has been wanting to join and i’m joining so he doesn’t have to do it alone. it’s much like the time i took a hunters safety class with him, only this time i’m actually interested.
i have a friend works for the organization so i sent her the following email:
So my younger brother and I have been talking about doing this for a while and need to be a little more pro-active. We want to be brothers and sisters to someone other than each other. Do you have a contact that would be good to work with?
this was her reply:
I’m not entirely sure what you’re looking for. Are you asking me and my brother to swing? Do you need an attorney? Or a therapist?
after i laughed so hard i nearly peed, i realized i shouldn’t expect people to read my mind.
when i complained to daisy’s very cute vet that she has the worst dog gas ever, he told me not to feed her people food. being the klutz i am, this is not such an easy task–at least this time it was frozen peas and not wine!
ben and i went to a family reunion today. not necessarily because we wanted to, but because my mom is the master of all things guilt. it didn’t hurt knowing i’d see my mom, aunt carol, holli and the twins. all of whom i never see enough.
i was in line with ben getting sloppy joes, because that’s how my family rolls, when my aunt judy looked over and noticed two very large hickies on ben’s neck. rather than chastise him she just asked why he didn’t bring the girl with him as a date. how great is that?
on the drive home i gave ben advice on how to get rid of the hickies, as well as suggesting he date girls who are over the age of 16.
I think the universe swallowed my last date. For real! I always wondered what happened to those really great two-date guys. You know the ones, you meet and feel like there could be a real connection, and then suddenly they just drop out of sight.
My friend Aimee has a theory they disappear out of fear. They’re too scared to deal with such a possible connection. I, on the other hand, think it’s like a missing sock our of the dryer; the universe just steals them.
I met this particular guy on my old standby Match.com. After a few emails we decided to meet for coffee. He was running a bit late, so I ordered a drink and sat down with a newspaper. I left my bag on the chair next to me, in order to save a seat in the busy coffee shop for him. A few minutes later an older man came and moved my bag to sit down and started chatting with me. He was so nice I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to leave. We chatted until my date arrived.
When I saw him arrive I joined him in line and said, “Oh, I hope it’s okay I brought my Dad. He really wanted to get out of the house for a while.” He knew right away I was kidding and played along. I love a good bit, and within five minutes we had one of our own! This was promising.
We didn’t run out of things to talk about, which was nice. We were discussing movies when I mentioned my current obsession/fear of Hannibal Lecter. I’d recently finished a marathon of Red Dragon, Hannibal, Hannibal Rising and ending with the first movie in the series, Silence of the Lambs. Needless to say I had Hannibal on my mind.
Thinking perhaps I was an Anthony Hopkins fan he asked if I’d seen The World’s Fastest Indian, which was filmed out on the Salt Flats. I had, and also mentioned I, being a Utah native, had never actually been to the Salt Flats.
After an hour we both had to be elsewhere so we made plans to get together a couple days later. Between the two dates we continued to send emails and text messages, finding that we were really hitting it off.
For our second date we met at Desert Edge Brewery for dinner. I was going to already be there having drinks with a friend so he kindly agreed to just meet me there.
Originally, he suggested we grab dinner and head out to the Salt Flats so I could see them. Which, I thought was sweet, but slightly creepy. The last thing I wanted to do was jump into a car with someone I’d only just met. Better safe, then sorry. Sure, in hindsight I could have probably just mentioned the idea of driving out there with a stranger made me uncomfortable, rather than asking if he planned to take me there to kill me for the sake of my skin. It made sense; the salt would be a nice skin scrub producing much softer skin with a lovely glow.
He laughed it off and we had a nice time anyway, or so I thought. We exchanged a couple of text messages the next day, but then nothing. If the situation were reversed I’d certainly not want to date someone who wouldn’t stop talking about Hannibal Lecter and serial killers. It’s just not that sexy.
One of these days I’m going to figure out that I don’t actually have to vocalize everything on my mind. And also, my new scary movie obsession has to end, otherwise my social life might.
