Internet dating 101…

•February 8, 2010 • Leave a Comment

A few warnings, perhaps? At the very least, let me save you from the terrific fun I’ve had so far :)

1. Don’t do it. For heavens sakes go out and meet someone in person that you fall madly and deeply in love with, then live happily ever after. Please. For those of us that have succumbed to the horror that is internet dating- do it the old fashioned way. Do it for us.

2. Don’t date someone completely different from anyone you’ve ever dated. Seriously. And if you do, and he/she doesn’t like you? Deal with it like a big boy/girl. There are many people out there that are compatible with us, and many that aren’t. Know the difference and accept it graciously either way.

3. Do not rely on text messages for communication. Oh and (God forbid) do not use ghetto text abbreviations. It’s such a gigantic turn off- blech blech gag. Nothing is more attractive than an intelligent man/woman being interested in you. Nothing. So if it takes you 10 seconds longer to make the effort to show your respect- good on you- and it’ll never make you look like an idiot…

4. Do not… I repeat… DO NOT date someone with a completely different diet than you. I recently went out on a date where he attempted to order the pizza without cheese. Being that it was one of only 3 toppings (the other two being basil & tomatoes) I sort of had to say something.  At a certain point, I thought I was on Candid Camera. My teenage son said it best “What could you possibly be thinking… what could you feed him? He wouldn’t/won’t eat half of the amazing stuff you make- and for the record, I’m not eating what some weirdo veggie eats”… out of the mouths of babes. Also… in case he’s reading this… It’s called meat. Not Mammalarian tissue. If there were ever a nail in the coffin- it was when he asked me if I ate Mammalarian tissue. Ummm yep- every day. Sometimes twice. Sheesh.

5. For goodness sake- remember to play hard to get. It’s divinely attractive- completely exciting and reminds you why you wanted to get back out there and torture yourself again. I appreciate compliments as much as the next girl- but I reaaaaaaally want to think my date is a confident self assured man who wants to like me, not marry me tomorrow afternoon at the Court House…

6. Be on time. It’s a first date- and if you’re late, it’s the last date. I guess it’s sort of something my Grandma taught me that has always sort of held true. If he doesn’t try to impress you on the first date- he doesn’t care about impressing you. My grandparents were married for 50+ years- and blissfully happy. I tend to take that sort of qualified advice to heart.

7. If he’s over 40 and has never been married… something is wrong with him, or he’s fabulously gay and you should snatch him up as your new best friend. If he’s straight… umm… good luck. Statistics are not on your side… but good luck.

8. If you have a child under the age of 2- you have absolutely no business whatsoever internet dating. I’ve been emailed by several men with infants… and as much as I love babies- and loved my own more than anything- I can’t imagine that sort of dynamic- and it’s just sort of white trash tacky. Holy Moly… it’s certainly not something I saw coming- that’s for sure.

9. If you are a 65 year old African wild game hunter conservative Republican, perhaps the liberal 33 year old organic gardening/graphic designer/domestic princess is not for you. Good Freaking Grief. I am contacted by so many strange and oppositional men it’s just creepy. I cannot fathom anything kind I’d have to say to someone who paid an inordinate amount of money to kill a wild animal in Africa. Nothing. In fact I can think of PLENTY to the contrary. Ugh!

10. No uninvited touching. This is a big one. Unless there’s a blazing sign on someone’s  forehead that says “Come on, please?” don’t even think about it. It puts women in the most uncomfortable situation ever- as many of us are raised to be polite, not make a fuss, be demure, etc. So if you ignore all that- force the whole thing too soon and force her/him to make excuses to get away from you… it’s not going to work.  Anticipation is priceless- and I can confidently place myself in the category of things worth waiting for- and so should you :)

Either way- the whole thing is stressful,  creepy and exciting. I’m knee deep… and filled with trepidation, but I have to admit, for the first time I’m actually intrigued, curious, and excited too.

You say Tomato, I say “I’ll take 350 please”…

•February 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I planted a ridiculous amount of tomatoes last year. 350 or so. A few died, and I pulled about 30 out of frustration with bugs/blight/etc. I grew Green Grape tomatoes and they tasted so awful I happily tore them out as well.

That still left about 300 in the ground and producing… which left me thankful & canning until December. I could bribe a few people to do just about anything with my salsa… lol :)

In ordering new seed- checking disease resistance & season length… I’m left with 16 I really love.

I can hardly wait…

Once upon a time…

•February 5, 2010 • Leave a Comment

There was a nice teenager. Actually- there IS a nice teenager. He lives at my house :)

Don’t get me wrong- I’m not bragging- I’m as thankful and surprised as the next person. I point it out purely because I hear so many people say “Oh well- he/she is a teenager- the attitude comes with the territory”.. Hmph.  No,  it doesn’t. I know so because I have physical proof :) Not only can we still communicate fairly successfully- he just brought his second high school report card home- and made the honor roll again. Somebody pinch me…Could it be?

Everyone told me he’d be a complete jerk by now…

and though he’s taller than me… and knows a whole lot more about algebra than I’ll ever know…and can legally drive with an adult in the car… he’s still the same great person he’s always been. I think people are quick to excuse behavior they don’t want to take the time to correct because so often it starts at home- and after all- kids learn best by watching you live the example you want them to follow…  So far, so good. We ask a lot, but he’s happy to oblige- and we sure appreciate him and the great example he sets for his siblings.

which makes me the happiest mom-of-a-teenager, ever.

Mardi Gras…the trampiest celebration of all.

•February 5, 2010 • Leave a Comment

My best friend is coming to town for The Follies,  our local (mildly to extremely) raunchy variety show in celebration of Mardi Gras. I still have the color-changing martini glasses from last year… oh and the beads ;)

The problem with going to the show both nights… is finding two different but equally scandalous & revealing dresses to wear… Things I just don’t wear in my small town.

So out comes the skimpy black dress I bought in Las Vegas… and the sequins- fishnets- rhinestones & corsets. Heaven forbid my kids stumble on this pile of heathen-wear, it may scar them for life.

We’re sort of Catholic, and they know about Ash Wednesday, and about Lent. However… Mardi Gras is a whole new issue when it comes to explaining the what/why of it.  Isabelle looked at me in all her lovely innocent wide eyed wonder last year and said “Mommy!!! You got me necklaces!!! Where did you get them!?!?!” When I told her nonchalantly that they’d given them to me… she was completely confused… and wanted to know why people gave away jewelry on Mardi Gras…

Sigh. This motherhood gig is not for the faint of heart.

Behold… the power of bleach.

•January 15, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Ok so if you know me- you know I’m not particularly vain. Sure I brush my hair and teeth before I go out- but I’m definitely not one of those 2-hours-in-the-bathroom-applying-makeup kind of girls. In fact someone would have to lock me in to keep me there that long.

However.

I had really begun to hate my brown hair. Originally I’d really wanted to get back to my roots- so to speak- and be thankful for the hair color I was blessed with… but after a year- I was dying for a little artificial pick-me-up.

Ahhhhh. Sweet relief!

Happy New Year

•January 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

and many blessings to you and yours in the coming year!

Picketing Palin Peacefully.

•December 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’m a good old fashioned small town girl. I grew up in Sandpoint, and love it or hate it- it’s home.  My kids were born here- and are growing up swimming in the same lake I did as a child. It’s still a small town- with few traffic lights and old fashioned conservative roots. It’s Sandpoint, Idaho… chosen home of Mark Fuhrman… of O.J. Simpson infamy… oh and nearby to the white supremacist supernova… Ugh.

So I took my passionately liberal children out to picket. Hate me if you want… as you can see I couldn’t care less.

I believe (more than anything else) in my right to assemble and protest. Peacefully. I refused to engage with the lunatic conservatives-  and Oh-Me-Oh-My they were there in full effect. You only need to check my local newpaper’s website to see how many people suggest I have my children taken away by CPS because I support their right to disagree. Amazing that they can’t see the connection between their freedom of speech and ours. Sad really.

Little Mr. Bush

•December 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Tobin Bush- my favorite little 4 year old boy.

Have you seen David Wiesner? From Flotsam , Three Little Pigs , Sector 7Night of the GargoylesJune 29 1999 to Hurricane,  he really is the most amazing author/illustrator. All of the books have the most amazing illustrations, with very few words. Truly a joy as a parent- they allow you to explore your own children’s ideas and impressions of the beautiful illustrations.

I recently took a trip home to Utah- to Rachael’s house… and Tobin, Sammy & Richard- the-best husband-of-all… also.

It was fabulously selfishly family- wholesome. I had the privilege of remembering my old life. My life+ babies. I realized I think I may be past it… I may have actually wasted so much time with the wrong guy that I burned my chance at happily ever after+ one more love-child-fantasy-baby-with-two-committed-parents… however.

I also burned my chance at settling.

Surely that counts for something.

Internet dating…

•December 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

What was I thinking?

Ok so I admit… I need attention. I’m dying for some adult conversation- and I don’t mean the perv-o variety… just something beyond kids and the everyday grind…Beyond that- the best way to get over someone is to realize you are wasting your time putting up with shit you don’t deserve…for example:  meeting someone more viable,  happy or nicer- ETC than your ex.

So I took my dear friend’s advice and enlisted the help of Yahoo personals & Match.com. Horrid miserable idea.

Apparently every man I could possibly be interested in isn’t over 5′5″… which makes me sad. I love my 4″ heels… and the last thing I need in my life is a man with a Napoleon complex…

Alternately… I”m very popular with the over 50 crowd. Incidentally my dad was a loser- and I don’t want a man that reminds me of him. <shiver>

Ugh.

I hope it’s not too late to adopt a few dozen cats.

My (new) favorite song!

•December 12, 2009 • 2 Comments

sigh…love the lyrics – but then what disenchanted newly single girl wouldn’t? Now I just need Santa to bring me a nice man that wants to sing it to me :)