While I'm on the subject...

I doubt anyone is still following my blog, but I've thought about it a lot and I'm thinking I'll give it another go. I recently closed my Facebook account, mostly because I felt it was just not for me. I don't really want to have "virtual" relationships with people. I want to share my thoughts, but honestly, I'd rather do it in person. Let's grab a cup of coffee, meet for lunch or dinner, even spend a half hour on the phone. I like hearing your voice...I like seeing you laugh...I don't want to imagine that happening. I know that posting a blog about this seems counterproductive, but we'll see, maybe one of my friends will read this and give me a call. I'm waiting...

No new date stories kids, but let me ask you something...when someone asks you what you are looking for in a mate, what do you say? I think it's kind of a kooky question. For instance, most people are looking for an intelligent, attractive, kind, caring and fun-loving person to share their life with, no?!? Has anyone ever answered that proverbial question with the opposite? I'm looking for a real dunderhead, someone truly repulsive, with absolutely no humanitarian or tender-hearted intentions whatsoever and they should be as boring as they come. I mean really ho hum...the stodgier and more monotonous the better. They should be about as interesting as my last dental visit, like watching paint dry.

Sometimes you just want to throw people off.

Take care of each other.

So kids...I haven't had anything newsworthy to share for a while, then it hit me the other night as I watched a 40-something drug addict/alcoholic drunk call everyone in her phone book. After college, there's nothing pretty about the drunk call. And even in college it's pretty pathetic.

I'll be honest...I've been going out on a lot of first dates. I'm the queen of first dates...no second dates, just first dates.

Question...how do you know a guy just isn't into you? He doesn't ask you ONE question about you. Now I'm no narcissist, but you'd think out of shear consideration one might, at the very minimum, ask "How are you doing" or "How's your meal" or "Did you have any traffic." NO. Not even the obligatory "Are you ready to go."

Mr. Q, as I'll call my last no-name man, was running late because he was checking out muscle cars. Right...my first check on the "we probably aren't compatible list" but I'm a gaming gal. When we finally met face to face I could see the immediate annihilation of his me-fantasy and as a direct result, he decided in his own mind that conversation with someone that he obvisously was less-than-infatuated with was beneath him. Sidebar here: I wasn't that into you, but at least I showed up with my A-game! If it weren't for my manners we would have sat in silence for an hour. I don't give a hoot and hollar about muscle cars...I was being nice. And really, I could care less about your "super top secret" job...something tells me that if you refer to it as a "SUPER TOP SECRET" job that it's not all that super top secret. And if you have to spend at least half of the date trying to impress me with some wild story about you and your friends on a ski trip in Canada last winter where you made a home video of the four of you playing "Croc Hunter with the mountain sheep" we're going nowhere fast. Dude...those types of shenanigans might have been alluring in your 20's, but you're 40!?!

Hang on to your loved ones kids...it's a jungle out there!

Well, kids, I've finally done it! I have my very own blog. I'm new at this so forgive all my missteps. What a weird and wired world we live in these days?!?

Most of my friends love it when I tell them funny stories and many of them have asked for a cyber version of my musings...we'll see if it translates.

15 July 2007

So, I'm in Subway tonight getting a sandwich and I order one that is SPECIFICALLY in the "HOT OVEN TOASTED" category and is even called a "MELT" when the clerk looks at me and asks me if I want it toasted...ummm, no, I'd like it frozen please. HA!

and

The other night at work this patient, who has a slew of illnesses that involve numerous letters in the alphabet (COPD, CHF, IDDM, OCD, ADHD, XYZ, etc.), asks me if I think her health status is due to the fact that she drinks too much ginger ale. Yup, I've often seen people walk through these doors and thought, "if they'd just lay off the ginger ale, for crying out loud!"

while I'm on the subject

getting "hit in the head by a cabbage" is NOT a medical emergency...and no, before you think it, "cabbage" is not code for anything!