Weekend Summit Meeting in My Head
When my kiddos are away for the weekend, all hell breaks loose. No, not a wild party but the quiet in the house gets my head whirring like an eggbeater. I have intense debates with myself about all sorts of things without saying a word. This all goes on while I’m writing, eating, driving or laying in bed because I don’t have to wake up and do anything. Being alone is a dangerous thing for me.
This is where I start talking to myself on my blog.
I haven’t dated since January. That’s six months. My brilliant idea. Not that it’s an Olympic record but I was reminded of it today when my sister texted me: “I think we might get married.” Huh? She’s been living with the man I set her up with over six years ago for what seems like a lifetime. Actually, I thought it was pretty cool because I was the one who set them up and for something to work out that I start….simply amazing. Plus, I like him. He’s a stupendous step-father to her daughter.
Super. So, sis might get married and that means snacks and a cute cake. That got my mind thinking, “Who would I bring?” Then she mentioned something about getting a Justice of the Peace if they actually did tie the knot and I thought…great, no need for a date at City Hall. Then I remembered the tightwad jackass that I dated last year who actually convinced himself that he was a big-mover-and-shaker at City Hall. The one who told me to date someone who wasn’t important like he was.
Karma is a bitch. Mr Important (who also calls himself “supergenius“. Hang on…I need to go get a napkin. I just spit up my water.) got fired from that position a few months back. No, I didn’t giggle about it. Well, yes, I did. Somehow he wasn’t important anymore…maybe I was qualified to date him now? Ithinknot.
Boy, I sound pissy. Not really. It’s just funny. This whole day I’ve pondered dating again. Probably because I saw some commercial for Viva Viagra last night. That usually makes me think about dating. That thought usually lasts about 2 minutes and I realize I’d have to deal with the fact that some men wear mandals and others wear team logo boxers. Both of those things turn me off. Frankly, so does Viva Viagra.
Then I got a text message from my incredibly handsome friend in upstate NY. We’ve known each other for three years. I texted him the other day to say ‘hello” (yes, I’m immature. I text) and that turned into a day of back and forth conversation. Sort of like a date but I didn’t have to shave my legs. For those few hours I thought about how much fun it was that Memorial Day weekend in Lake Placid three years ago. That’s when I didn’t analyze the crap out of things. Men like that don’t exist in Rhode Island…laid back in real life, kicks ass in professional life. Perfect combo. Either that or I haven’t met any here.
Once my head was out of the proverbial gutter, I had a few more fleeting thoughts about being single. Really never quite imagined myself enjoying it, but I do. My kids are such great company, I can wear a bandana and no one says, “um….what’s that?” and I don’t have to say ‘shut the toilet seat’. My sons to never leave the toilet seat up. They know better.
In the midst of this splendiforous, sunny, humid day of weighing the pros and cons of being single, I had more of my hair chopped off. Now I sort of look like a Polish Pixie. Then for about 30 minutes I thought about going brunette. Back to my roots after 23 years of being blonde.
Date? Enjoy single life? Paint my toes pink or red? Cook a steak or just skip it because I’d have to clean the dishes? Blonde or brunette? Silver flip flops or pink?
Big, big summit meeting in my head this weekend. My toes are now painted “coral”. The steak was awesome (I used paper plates). I did my hair platinum. Silver flip flops were the shoe of the day. I’ll start dating in the fall at some point. If there’s time in between all the writing I want to get done. Plus the new and improved The Daily Blonde is in the works (it’s going to be a tabloid/magazine style blog…hope it goes over well).
Who said it’s hard to make decisions?
Honestly, it’s going to be great to have my kids back home tomorrow. It’s just not safe to leave me and my analytical head alone for a few days.
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Barb!! Are you laughing? I was…lol. He was ever so important, wasn’t he?
And Miss Angie!! Yes…fired…in May. Right around my birthday…oh the celebration. Fired. Guess his arrogance pissed a few people off.
I do recall him saying, “they need me”. um. notsomuch
I haven’t come to visit for awhile but I loved this post so I had to come by.
One thing that I really had to speak on is: Oh! He got fired? man – Karma is a bitch isn’t it?!
Make sure he is younger with energy so he doesn’t need Viva Viagra. Great funny post!
I was totally giggling right along with you on Mr. Not So Important anymore! LOL!
Isn’t it funny how fast thoughts can wander? I always have debates and chats with myself. I start on one subject and end all the way on the other end of the spectrum and I wonder how I got there!
Well, good luck if you decide to start dating again!
I really meant “shave my legs” in the real sense, but now that you mention it, could have been that dual purpose shaver……..
Ken, I can’t date and write at the same time. It’s just not going to work out. Unless I date a writer. NOW…there’s a thought.
Hello? Any writers out there who are busy enough to understand that I don’t need constant attention? Must not wear mandals and have great teeth.
Here’s the thing with dating and writing (not that I would know – being in a relationship that is one day of bliss followed by another). I have this real estate buddy/blogger who used to really pump out the material. Great stuff. Then she started “dating” this “great guy” who was “edgy” (among other adjectives). Now, she pops on a blog post every now and then.
This begs the question: Can a blogger date and blog at the same time?
However, a real live person every now and then (Viagra or not) has got to break up the monotony of a dual purpose electric shaver (I still can’t get over that post).
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Jen…that may have played a part in it. But the logistics of sharing a Russian bride between Rhode Island and Seattle just boggles my already boggled head. Keep in mind, I just dumped another bottle of blonde on my head.
Mostly the debate was prompted by the fact that…well…nevermind.
You mean the debate in your head wasn’t caused by us discussing getting a Russian bride?
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