I finally did it.....
I have been diggin' on a fellow colleague at school for the past few weeks. He's cute, nice, has a goatee, is taller than I am, & has a wonderful sarcastic sense of humor that matches even my own. (You could see why I'm interested.) Generally, I wait for a guy to ask me out...however, my patience was working against me this time so I threw all customs aside. I knew I would be staying in town this weekend and knew that I didn't have any plans so when he came into the lounge this morning I made the usual polite conversation and asked him what he was doing this weekend.
"I am going to go visit my best friend in ATL this weekend. I haven't seen him in a while so I am going to go visit, touch base, have cocktails and all that fun stuff this weekend. Why? What's up," was his reply.
"Well darn, I was going to see if you wanted to go do something, everyone is leaving town this weekend but me and I was wanting to go out."
The conversation continued for a short time there after, but no major progress was made. *sigh* At least I tried. I made the first move, so at least now he knows I am interested I suppose. The ball is in his court now. We shall see what happens. I am not holding my breath for anything but at least I can hold my head up and say I tried. After all the worst he could say is "NO" and he didn't even say that...just said he already had plans.....not exactly the same thing as a NO........................is it?.................................well at least it isn't in my world.
What can I say, I have never really been on the dating scene that much. This is an area that I am not completely familiar w/ and I am still getting a feel for it, testing the water you might say. For once I am not diving in head first and taking my chances....toes first, then the foot, leg, ect.......but it's always coldest at the waist and chest. But knowing me...buy the time it gets to that point I'll just jump off the steps and get it over w/. Oh, wait....we're talking about dating and not swimming....um....well....yea sure...that'll work.
It's finally starting to cool off here. I woke up to 65 degree weather this morning with a high of about 80 degrees. Back home they woke to 75 degree weather w/ a high of 88 degrees. *sigh* It's official, I am going to FREEZE this winter. I have my jacket w/ me today. In the mornings I tend to drive w/ my windows down or cracked a bit. This morning I had to stop and put on my jacket b/c I was cold even w/ only having the windows cracked about an inch. Looks like a long winter w/ only my teddy bears to snuggle w/........*pout*..........Fate can be so cruel.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Long Weekend
AHHHH...home at last. I have discovered a very important thing this weekend. Home isn't always where the heart is....but it's most definitely where your bed is. When I moved I bought a new bed that is MUCH BETTER than the one I slept on back home. Now that I have a real bed that actually cradles you and sleeps well, I don't understand how I ever slept on the POS mattress I have back home.
My parents came up for a visit this weekend. They arrived on Friday and left on Saturday. My father is a minister and had to be back in time for church on Sunday. Even if he had the time he wouldn't be able to stay still long enough to stay for an entire weekend. If he ain't bailin' hay or fishin' he ain't happy. Since the threat of Rita on the gas the governor asked all the schools in the state to take off Monday and Tuesday so we ended up w/ a long weekend. So when Mom and Dad went home I followed them. Well....wait....I take that back. I was considering following them back and Dad decided that he had to go get gas and a "co-colar" (for those non-southerners that how we in the south say coca-cola).
It was at that point that he turned to me and the conversation went something like this
"You bringin' ya Ma home?"
My response was, "Well I reckin' if you leavin' her I don't got much choice do I?" (I don't always talk w/ this much of a southern accent, I can drop it if I need to, but around my parents...if I talk proper I get picked on about talkin' like a Yankee)
"ah'ight, I'll see ya'll at home then"
So I ended up going home and mom rode w/ me. It was cool though. I went to church w/ them Saturday night b/c they had a fish fry. I don't like fish so I stopped at Arby's on the way in and got some real food. When I left the church I went and visited B. and A. It was good seeing her after all these years. I also finally got to meet her daughter A. Talk about a sweetheart. You can already see her mother coming out in her. B. couldn't deny that child if she wanted to.
When I got home Tuesday night I was greeted by a phone call from my X....no...not the Cheater Computer Geek....the Redneck. I haven't talked to him in ages. It was nice hearing from him again. We used to talk and keep in touch but his wife doesn't like me and nagged every time he even thought of calling. I understand, I wish now I had been more precautions about my sweetie being friends w/ his X....I have learned my lesson. The thing is I am friends w/ all my X's. Weird but true.
Anyway, the Redneck is a trucker now and was telling me about some of the trips he has made to New Orleans. It's really scary some of the things that he was telling me. He said that NO was now pretty much a ghost town. That's weird to think of but true. He also said that when he went in he had to wear a bullet proof vest and wasn't allowed in w/o a police escort. He was freighting in water and supplies and on his way in there were ppl that actually shot at him. His truck and trailer are apparently covered in bullet holes now where ppl were trying to shoot him. He told me that there was actually a situation there where a boy shot his little sister in the head for a bottle of water. How insane is that!? Then you think that these ppl are moving into other states. I know that these few insane ppl don't represent the majority. There were a lot of good ppl that got put out of their homes b/c of Katrina, but you also have to remember that so did over 3,000 sex offenders and murders that were in the jails there. Then take into consideration the situations that these ppl were put in and the stress, depression, anxiety and all the other mental side effects that are to follow......It's a little scary. Now the ppl in Jasper, TX that were hit by Rita are going through some rough times b/c they aren't receiving the help they need either. I can't help but wonder what has happened to the American spirit of helping your neighbor and having a government you can depend on.
Just remember folks....you reap what you sew. So you tell me, will you have a good harvest or will your crop be left dormant?
My parents came up for a visit this weekend. They arrived on Friday and left on Saturday. My father is a minister and had to be back in time for church on Sunday. Even if he had the time he wouldn't be able to stay still long enough to stay for an entire weekend. If he ain't bailin' hay or fishin' he ain't happy. Since the threat of Rita on the gas the governor asked all the schools in the state to take off Monday and Tuesday so we ended up w/ a long weekend. So when Mom and Dad went home I followed them. Well....wait....I take that back. I was considering following them back and Dad decided that he had to go get gas and a "co-colar" (for those non-southerners that how we in the south say coca-cola).
It was at that point that he turned to me and the conversation went something like this
"You bringin' ya Ma home?"
My response was, "Well I reckin' if you leavin' her I don't got much choice do I?" (I don't always talk w/ this much of a southern accent, I can drop it if I need to, but around my parents...if I talk proper I get picked on about talkin' like a Yankee)
"ah'ight, I'll see ya'll at home then"
So I ended up going home and mom rode w/ me. It was cool though. I went to church w/ them Saturday night b/c they had a fish fry. I don't like fish so I stopped at Arby's on the way in and got some real food. When I left the church I went and visited B. and A. It was good seeing her after all these years. I also finally got to meet her daughter A. Talk about a sweetheart. You can already see her mother coming out in her. B. couldn't deny that child if she wanted to.
When I got home Tuesday night I was greeted by a phone call from my X....no...not the Cheater Computer Geek....the Redneck. I haven't talked to him in ages. It was nice hearing from him again. We used to talk and keep in touch but his wife doesn't like me and nagged every time he even thought of calling. I understand, I wish now I had been more precautions about my sweetie being friends w/ his X....I have learned my lesson. The thing is I am friends w/ all my X's. Weird but true.
Anyway, the Redneck is a trucker now and was telling me about some of the trips he has made to New Orleans. It's really scary some of the things that he was telling me. He said that NO was now pretty much a ghost town. That's weird to think of but true. He also said that when he went in he had to wear a bullet proof vest and wasn't allowed in w/o a police escort. He was freighting in water and supplies and on his way in there were ppl that actually shot at him. His truck and trailer are apparently covered in bullet holes now where ppl were trying to shoot him. He told me that there was actually a situation there where a boy shot his little sister in the head for a bottle of water. How insane is that!? Then you think that these ppl are moving into other states. I know that these few insane ppl don't represent the majority. There were a lot of good ppl that got put out of their homes b/c of Katrina, but you also have to remember that so did over 3,000 sex offenders and murders that were in the jails there. Then take into consideration the situations that these ppl were put in and the stress, depression, anxiety and all the other mental side effects that are to follow......It's a little scary. Now the ppl in Jasper, TX that were hit by Rita are going through some rough times b/c they aren't receiving the help they need either. I can't help but wonder what has happened to the American spirit of helping your neighbor and having a government you can depend on.
Just remember folks....you reap what you sew. So you tell me, will you have a good harvest or will your crop be left dormant?
Thursday, September 22, 2005
The beginning....
OK, I have known so many ppl that have had these things and I always said I'd never have one. OOPS...Never say never!!! I have viewed a few ppls and thought they were interesting but didn't think I'd have the time or patience for it. Wrong again I suppose. So here I am, writing in a blog (not like anyone would really read it) primarily b/c I get bored and want something to do.
I tend to vent on occasion and often times my way of venting is to sit down and type it all out so that I can look at my thoughts, assess them and figure a way out of or an improvement for the current situation. It works for me.....usually. So why not put it on a webpage so that all my friends can read it, laugh at my mistakes and screw ups, and learn from my errors so that they won't make the same mistakes I did. Sounds logical I suppose....but then again....this is my little world and a lot of things are logical here that aren't so logical in other places.....if for no other reason than b/c I say so. HEY - It's my world...if you don't like it...you can just leave.
So at this point in my life I am single for the first time (explains a lot huh?). I have had a steady boyfriend since I was about 15yo. I have dated the redneck, the psycho stalker prophet boy, and my most recent X - the cheater. I was single only for a couple weeks between each one until the current. I was best friends w/ "the cheater" for about 4 years before we started dating. We started off as friends just going to the Prom together my SR year back in 1999 (wow I'm getting old), and dated until late July 2005. That's about 6.5 years for those or you who aren't good w/ numbers. And to add insult to injury he was cheating on me w/ his X that I really didn't care for. Even his father asked him "why he did it....asked if he couldn't do any better b/c when you cheat on your girl you are supposed to at least go for a girl that is a step up...not down!" But hey...believe me when I tell you that you may be able to find another girl that looks better than me....but it will be really hard to find another lady that will treat you as well as I do. I'm the old fashioned type......sorta. At least I am about as old fashioned as you will find in this day and time but still believe in equal respect, responsibility and all that jazz. It's also just as hard to find a good man in this day and time. The "good 'ole boys" no longer really exist. They have generally become the rednecks, drunks, and the redneck drunks. Sad to say but true. I am beginning to think that my oldest brother is the only real gentlemanly good 'ole boy left that is single, which is really sad.
For those of you who don't know me and haven't figured it out yet, I am a country girl. I grew up workin' in the fields in neighboring farms. My first vehicle was an old hand-me-down ford F150 that I still miss to this day. In HS I was voted most dramatic (b/c I love being on stage) and most southern...but they would only let you have one title and b/c I won most dramatic by a land slide and most southern by only 5 votes I took most dramatic. The girl who got most southern really deserved it more than I did (and that's is a compliment for those of you who are scowling). I am from a VERY SMALL rural town in south GA. So small and rural that the mail is still delivered according to the Route # and not by the street names. The town is about 3 miles from where I live and has no red lights, the railroad has been taken up, and the fire department is volunteer. The place that was once the grocery store, became a bar, then a church, and is now a second hand store of sorts. The city hall is still a place where the old men go and talk about the weather and play checkers. NO IT'S NOT MAYBERRY! This is GA...not NC. But I love it.
I have recently moved from South GA to the Athens area. Amazing what a huge change it's been. It's amazing to me the difference that 250 miles can make. The ppl here aren't as nice as they are back home. The little niceties are gone. For instance, if you hold a door open here the ppl seem to look at you like you either want something or in pure amazement. If you meet a persons eyes in the store and smile they think you strange and try to do everything to dodge your eyes like they are afraid you are out to steal their soul. I guess they are afraid of what one might see. Scary thought.
Although the differences are amazing I have thoroughly enjoyed living by myself for the first time. I don't have anyone to answer to and no one else's mess to clean by my own and I can get to that when I am good and ready w/o being nagged about it. So it's nice. I think the greatest thing that has happened in the last few months other than meeting new ppl, making new friend and such....is getting back in touch w/ my best friend, B., for HS after 5 years. I didn't realize how much I had missed her until I got back in touch w/ her. Things happened all those years ago that she became angry w/ me and didn't give me her new numbers and info...then when I tried to e-mail her circumstances prevented her from receiving those e-mails and finally after 5 years I was about to get one to go through to her and not some psycho controlling bastard. It was great. I had forgotten what it was like to have a friend that knew every intimate and embarrassing detail of things and that you could ask personal intimate embarrassing questions and share those personal intimate embarrassing things w/ and know it will remain between friends. I have had friends since then and a few that I consider to be really good friends and almost best friends but none as deep as the one that I had w/ B. Even after 5 years we spent 4 hours or so on the phone catching up and it was like nothing changed. (Good to have you back B.)
So now that you know a little about me and where I'm from you have a basis for judging my insanity from here on out I suppose. So until next time kiddies, be well, don't drink and drive, and always have shared a safe word that you aren't afraid to use should the situation get to hairy.
I tend to vent on occasion and often times my way of venting is to sit down and type it all out so that I can look at my thoughts, assess them and figure a way out of or an improvement for the current situation. It works for me.....usually. So why not put it on a webpage so that all my friends can read it, laugh at my mistakes and screw ups, and learn from my errors so that they won't make the same mistakes I did. Sounds logical I suppose....but then again....this is my little world and a lot of things are logical here that aren't so logical in other places.....if for no other reason than b/c I say so. HEY - It's my world...if you don't like it...you can just leave.
So at this point in my life I am single for the first time (explains a lot huh?). I have had a steady boyfriend since I was about 15yo. I have dated the redneck, the psycho stalker prophet boy, and my most recent X - the cheater. I was single only for a couple weeks between each one until the current. I was best friends w/ "the cheater" for about 4 years before we started dating. We started off as friends just going to the Prom together my SR year back in 1999 (wow I'm getting old), and dated until late July 2005. That's about 6.5 years for those or you who aren't good w/ numbers. And to add insult to injury he was cheating on me w/ his X that I really didn't care for. Even his father asked him "why he did it....asked if he couldn't do any better b/c when you cheat on your girl you are supposed to at least go for a girl that is a step up...not down!" But hey...believe me when I tell you that you may be able to find another girl that looks better than me....but it will be really hard to find another lady that will treat you as well as I do. I'm the old fashioned type......sorta. At least I am about as old fashioned as you will find in this day and time but still believe in equal respect, responsibility and all that jazz. It's also just as hard to find a good man in this day and time. The "good 'ole boys" no longer really exist. They have generally become the rednecks, drunks, and the redneck drunks. Sad to say but true. I am beginning to think that my oldest brother is the only real gentlemanly good 'ole boy left that is single, which is really sad.
For those of you who don't know me and haven't figured it out yet, I am a country girl. I grew up workin' in the fields in neighboring farms. My first vehicle was an old hand-me-down ford F150 that I still miss to this day. In HS I was voted most dramatic (b/c I love being on stage) and most southern...but they would only let you have one title and b/c I won most dramatic by a land slide and most southern by only 5 votes I took most dramatic. The girl who got most southern really deserved it more than I did (and that's is a compliment for those of you who are scowling). I am from a VERY SMALL rural town in south GA. So small and rural that the mail is still delivered according to the Route # and not by the street names. The town is about 3 miles from where I live and has no red lights, the railroad has been taken up, and the fire department is volunteer. The place that was once the grocery store, became a bar, then a church, and is now a second hand store of sorts. The city hall is still a place where the old men go and talk about the weather and play checkers. NO IT'S NOT MAYBERRY! This is GA...not NC. But I love it.
I have recently moved from South GA to the Athens area. Amazing what a huge change it's been. It's amazing to me the difference that 250 miles can make. The ppl here aren't as nice as they are back home. The little niceties are gone. For instance, if you hold a door open here the ppl seem to look at you like you either want something or in pure amazement. If you meet a persons eyes in the store and smile they think you strange and try to do everything to dodge your eyes like they are afraid you are out to steal their soul. I guess they are afraid of what one might see. Scary thought.
Although the differences are amazing I have thoroughly enjoyed living by myself for the first time. I don't have anyone to answer to and no one else's mess to clean by my own and I can get to that when I am good and ready w/o being nagged about it. So it's nice. I think the greatest thing that has happened in the last few months other than meeting new ppl, making new friend and such....is getting back in touch w/ my best friend, B., for HS after 5 years. I didn't realize how much I had missed her until I got back in touch w/ her. Things happened all those years ago that she became angry w/ me and didn't give me her new numbers and info...then when I tried to e-mail her circumstances prevented her from receiving those e-mails and finally after 5 years I was about to get one to go through to her and not some psycho controlling bastard. It was great. I had forgotten what it was like to have a friend that knew every intimate and embarrassing detail of things and that you could ask personal intimate embarrassing questions and share those personal intimate embarrassing things w/ and know it will remain between friends. I have had friends since then and a few that I consider to be really good friends and almost best friends but none as deep as the one that I had w/ B. Even after 5 years we spent 4 hours or so on the phone catching up and it was like nothing changed. (Good to have you back B.)
So now that you know a little about me and where I'm from you have a basis for judging my insanity from here on out I suppose. So until next time kiddies, be well, don't drink and drive, and always have shared a safe word that you aren't afraid to use should the situation get to hairy.
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