excuse me sir

excuse me sir, why do you always find me in the check-out line? why do you always enter my personal space? why is it always men who are not aware of their bodies? don't you ever think I may want you to step back a few feet while I punch in my PIN? why are you so oblivious? MOVE BACK!! you are rude! i don't care if you are on a cell phone, i don't care if you are in a rush, give me some breathing room to finish my purchase, get out of my bubble. RUDE.

was that a pick up line?

I was going stir crazy! So I made my own fun, I went to a used book store and picked up three Chick-lit books. I then drove to a cafe, grabbed a book and headed in. Side note: I am also in the midst of reading Blink and As I Lay Dying, both take brain power and I felt I needed to balance these two books with some summer girly books. As I look at the muffins, the girl behind the counter becomes very excited about the book in my hand and tells me I will totally enjoy it, bla bla bla. She is super nice and I am pleased with her outgoing flare. We talk a little more about other books and she recommends the mango/something else iced tea. I walk outside to the patio, pleasantly surprised by how nice the iced tea is and proud of myself for getting out of my house, and settle into my antisocial corner so that the people on the other side of the patio cannot see me and I can enjoy this fun book.

Then a guy trespasses on my turf, sits at the next table....wait....before he sits, before I know he exists he says "Excuse me, what book are you reading?". Slightly irritated at this interruption I hold up the book so he can see the cover. He reads it aloud and then goes to sit down. "I asked because I am almost finished my book and am looking for another to read" he says (or something like that)...so I smile and say "Oh this is a girly book" and he says that he figured that already. So then he starts reading his book, it occurs to me that maybe that was a pick-up line ( I am not wearing my wedding band today, no reason accept laziness, I take it off to put lotion on and sometimes don't put it back on for a few days)....or he likes asking strangers for book recommendations. So I sneak a few glances, he has a good head of hair (not good hair but good hairline, thick hair) is wearing a clean white teeshirt and grubby pants, good looking in a way. My mom would think he is cute, I continue to observe....he moves his lips while he reads, he smokes, his cell phone goes off twice but he does not answer it, he gets a refill on his iced tea.

I still don't know if he was trying to hit on me or was just a nice guy. I have never been good at deciphering that kind of stuff. But it made for an interesting afternoon.

what i could be doing

what i could be doing with my time:
I have promised myself for months that I would do these thing once I have the time, now I have the time and prefer to take naps.

* reorganize my file cabinet (purge the old stuff, make it nice and compact)
* repaint the trim in my house (lots of nics and scuffs from the man that lives in my house)
* tidy my garage
* tidy my laundry room
* wash my car
* vaccum my car
* purchase and assemble a new computer desk
* put up moonlights or tiki torches
* blog more :)

sexual tension

that title got your attention didn't it? someone told me my husband was "hot" and that they have "sexual tension" together. this person is they type that is not quite a friend but i have been around her a lot because of a mutual hobby. she is older, she thinks she is funny, my husband says she has hair on her face. my response was " i am not sure my husband is aware of this" she says "well, it is sub-conscious". she says shocking things all of the time, this was a doozy.

in a funk

To my loyal blog readers, I am sorry for the lack of entries, I have been in a funk. I have been napping excessively and a little grouchy. I think I have PMDD because there is no other reason for this funk.

Went to a dentist the other day, he told me that I need eleven thousand dollars worth of dental work (including cosmetic dentistry), I was livid. I have never been told that in my whole life. Turns out he is known for this sort of thing. ELEVEN THOUSAND?????? and that was with my insurance. Were all of those people in the waiting room super-rich?? Good thing that I am not second guessing my smile, I still really like it, even though he sure noticed my imperfections.

I suppose I need some fancier adventures so I can have a better blog....

all alone

I saw the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants yesterday. I went alone. I enjoy going alone, never thought I would. I remember my friend's sister-in-law admitting she went to movies alone and I was mortified for her, I was a teenager back then, the time in your life when the only thing worse than being caught at a movie with your mom is to be caught at a movie alone. Funny thing is that I still feel sorry for people that I see sitting alone, but I don't feel sorry for myself when I do it. Anyway, the movie gets a thumbs down. The book was WAY better.

I am still not comfortable eating alone in a real restaurant, food court is fine but not somewhere a hostess has to seat me.

My dog got groomed, I asked for him to have a Mohawk, he looks ridiculous, I love it.