Overcast skies, slight drizzle, eventual sunshine and cool breezes...very nice weather to accompany my very nice weekend. This was one of the most relaxing weekends I've had in a long time. I spent Friday night taking my daughter, Platinum, to "Awesome Grocery Store" for our standard eve of dinner and live music. She is such a social butterfly; I love watching her work a crowd. Every time she strikes up a conversation with a stranger I glow with pride - proud that she is bolder than I was at her age, proud that she has oodles of confidence in her adorable 42 pound body. More about that later...
My friend, Rugby, went with us. We enjoyed some excellent pizza and a very smooth, velvety Australian Shiraz. Man, that was some good wine! I did tear the little 'remember this wine' tab off so i could get it again next time. Anyway, we had a nice relaxing time with easy conversation, and Platinum was really into exploring. She (verbally) negotiated her way into getting across the little retaining pond with Rugby. She's really good at negotiating. I see either legal defense/prosecution, or car sales in her professional future - let's all hope for the former (better get to savin'!). Rugby was a great sport and gave her a shoulder ride across the rocks and all down the trail on the other side of the hill. She had a blast, and was quite worn out by the time we got in the car to go home at 9:45pm. She passed out in the car, and I carried my flour sack of a child in to her bedroom and gave her an extra long hug as I considered my somewhat sad thoughts that came up as I had watched her being her usual, social self.
The "more about this later" part will indeed have to wait, as I am super tired from my fabulous weekend...which included a multi-stage, blissful date with 'Stache :-) It is absolutely post-worthy, but I might keep this good time to myself - don't wanna jinx anything, ya know? Trying to stick to my previously stated oath and all...
Sunday, March 30
1, 20, or 50
I bought a book for someone today...they haven't received it yet, but they will in the near future. I like giving surprise, for-no-reason gifts once in a while... It's light, fluffy subject matter - intended to entertain you and your drinking buddies, or simply help you pass the time (and other things...) while seeing a man about a horse. I prefer the former.
Here's a sample from the book:
Someone has left a $20 bill floating in the toilet in a public restroom. The water appears clean. What do you do? Would your answer change if it was a $1 or a $50?
...
I have no shame. I would pick it up no matter the value. Money's money. There are 75% more infectious germs on the door handle of the stall and the handle of the sink combined than in the water of the toilet bowl alone. Ok, I made that up, but it just might be true. Think about it. The toilet flushes repeatedly, the water that enters is clean, your urine is sterile when it exits your body...I know the other stuff isn't, but still. Most money has plenty of funk on it already, and we handle with abandon. So, the next time you ask to borrow money from me, think twice about it. It could be from my "potty cash" stash.
Here's a sample from the book:
Someone has left a $20 bill floating in the toilet in a public restroom. The water appears clean. What do you do? Would your answer change if it was a $1 or a $50?
...
I have no shame. I would pick it up no matter the value. Money's money. There are 75% more infectious germs on the door handle of the stall and the handle of the sink combined than in the water of the toilet bowl alone. Ok, I made that up, but it just might be true. Think about it. The toilet flushes repeatedly, the water that enters is clean, your urine is sterile when it exits your body...I know the other stuff isn't, but still. Most money has plenty of funk on it already, and we handle with abandon. So, the next time you ask to borrow money from me, think twice about it. It could be from my "potty cash" stash.
Thursday, March 27
French Lesson
I have a tendency to bring up serious topics late at night. I'm not really sure why I do this. I'm usually tired, but my brain is racing with thoughts of questions unanswered, and anxieties unfounded. Shutting up is almost always the best option, but I speak my mind anyway. I spoke up last night (this morning, really) when my otherwise fantastic date with 'Stache was winding down. We had been enjoying ourselves immensely all evening - dinner at "Awesome Restaurant", drinks at "Awesome Bar", and coffee on his cushy couch (complete with a blankie-snuggling dog that is beyond cute). And of course we made out, like teenagers. You know, the kind of making out that leaves you a little lightheaded from the rerouted blood flow and from a level of restraint that is similar to the level that you experience when you are confronted with a really great pair of patent leather Nike/Cole Haan shoes with a graceful pointed toe and delicate little buckle across the top that are on clearance for $100. You try them on, but know that you absolutely shouldn't buy them. You don't need them, but holy frickin' frick you want them!
*sigh*
So, it was kinda like that...following me, people? K. It is at this point - when things are, of course, about as peachy as they can get - that I think to myself, "Hmm, self, why don't you ask him that question that's been on your mind for the past few days? You know, the one you do not want to hear the answer to, but secretly hope it's the answer you want? Yeah, yeah! The big DTR* talk! God, the timing couldn't be better!!" Something in me must have had some authority to override my better judgement, because I asked. I said, "So, I am going to ask you something, and I want the honest answer..." Yeah... Ladies, don't lead with this. Fellas, this is french for 'lie to me'. Look it up, it is.
I asked, "Are you actively pursuing other people to date?" As soon as the words escaped my freshly smooched lips, I regretted it. I knew I was in over my anxious little head regardless of the answer. I'm telling you, shut up about anything remotely serious after 11:00 pm. His answer is irrelevant now. I knew already, but just wanted to hear it so that my mind would stop the harassing phone calls to my heart, asking to pay the bill already and be bold with my emotions. Nah, not a good plan. Forgive that bill, please. I have to learn to just chill and enjoy the people in my life for who they are, and what they can be to me. Many previous relationships have drowned because of my thrist for the DTR moment. Take, for example, my brief time with Pants. He had so much potential, so much to offer. We were passionate lovers, fun friends, and loving parents to our respective children. Coulda been pretty cool. Enter Anxious Pinot. Ah well. We "broke up", if you can even call it that, via text after about 6 weeks, then reconnected after Valentine's Day. Soon afterward, a date came up out of nowhere, and we have considered trying it out again. I immediately resolved to not be that girl that I had been before. I would simply enjoy whatever opportunities came my way and do my best to avoid the overthinking game, of which I am a pro.
Along came 'Stache and I have since scrapped that whole plan. Darn you, and your adorable dog. 'Stache knows my dirty little secret now, and he still wants to date me... I am happy. Pants and I still communicate, but I have no idea where that will go and I am okay with just watching it progress as one would watch a cloud floating across a late afternoon sky...slow, steady, and entirely out of my control.
...
So, my oath:
I, Pinot, do solemnly swear to check myself often; to keep my unanswered relationship-y questions to my own damn self after 11:00 pm on weeknights; and to feel the love and accept it for what it is, in the moment: pure and peachy.
*DTR=define the relationship. Not for the faint of heart. Do not ride this ride if you have an irregular heartbeat, back problems, high blood pressure, gout, or are recovering from recent surgery.
*sigh*
So, it was kinda like that...following me, people? K. It is at this point - when things are, of course, about as peachy as they can get - that I think to myself, "Hmm, self, why don't you ask him that question that's been on your mind for the past few days? You know, the one you do not want to hear the answer to, but secretly hope it's the answer you want? Yeah, yeah! The big DTR* talk! God, the timing couldn't be better!!" Something in me must have had some authority to override my better judgement, because I asked. I said, "So, I am going to ask you something, and I want the honest answer..." Yeah... Ladies, don't lead with this. Fellas, this is french for 'lie to me'. Look it up, it is.
I asked, "Are you actively pursuing other people to date?" As soon as the words escaped my freshly smooched lips, I regretted it. I knew I was in over my anxious little head regardless of the answer. I'm telling you, shut up about anything remotely serious after 11:00 pm. His answer is irrelevant now. I knew already, but just wanted to hear it so that my mind would stop the harassing phone calls to my heart, asking to pay the bill already and be bold with my emotions. Nah, not a good plan. Forgive that bill, please. I have to learn to just chill and enjoy the people in my life for who they are, and what they can be to me. Many previous relationships have drowned because of my thrist for the DTR moment. Take, for example, my brief time with Pants. He had so much potential, so much to offer. We were passionate lovers, fun friends, and loving parents to our respective children. Coulda been pretty cool. Enter Anxious Pinot. Ah well. We "broke up", if you can even call it that, via text after about 6 weeks, then reconnected after Valentine's Day. Soon afterward, a date came up out of nowhere, and we have considered trying it out again. I immediately resolved to not be that girl that I had been before. I would simply enjoy whatever opportunities came my way and do my best to avoid the overthinking game, of which I am a pro.
Along came 'Stache and I have since scrapped that whole plan. Darn you, and your adorable dog. 'Stache knows my dirty little secret now, and he still wants to date me... I am happy. Pants and I still communicate, but I have no idea where that will go and I am okay with just watching it progress as one would watch a cloud floating across a late afternoon sky...slow, steady, and entirely out of my control.
...
So, my oath:
I, Pinot, do solemnly swear to check myself often; to keep my unanswered relationship-y questions to my own damn self after 11:00 pm on weeknights; and to feel the love and accept it for what it is, in the moment: pure and peachy.
*DTR=define the relationship. Not for the faint of heart. Do not ride this ride if you have an irregular heartbeat, back problems, high blood pressure, gout, or are recovering from recent surgery.
Tuesday, March 25
TMYK
Alcohol changes people. For the majority of cute girls, drinking makes you cuter, and when a generous male friend drinks with you, you have a license to bitch at will and still be seen as cute because they aren't really listening to you anyway. They are watching your cleavage jiggle as you laugh at your own verbal blunders. This is okay, let them watch. Be kind to others who pay for your drinks.
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