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My Boobs and My Neighbor
05.01.04 (12:53 am)   [edit]
[b]This is why I never venture outside during daylight around my house anymore. (Well, not often)

The house next-door to mine was up for sale last spring/summer. (Apparently the real estate agent didn't use me as a bonus when showing the house! LMAO!) Eventually it closed in July-ish. I never saw anyone around - there was never any trash out for pick-up and I never saw any lights on...

One Saturday morning, I decided to do some cleaning in the garage. Threw on some shorts and tank-top that has one of those "built in bras" - but the whole thing was too big. I didn't care - it was hot outside and I was going to be getting grungy...

I have the radio going, in my cleaning "zone", bent over to pick up a box when I hear "Hello, I'm your new neighbor and I wanted to introduce myself."

I look down and realize that he has full view of my nips at the moment. Mortification would be an understatement. We had a brief conversation but I cannot tell you what was discussed, what his name is, what he looks like, NOTHING! The entire time I was thinking - "OMG this guy just saw my nips."

Now don't get me wrong - I love my perky boobies (thanks to Dr. Jones!), but I just prefer to be more selective about who views them, under what conditions, and for how long. (And usually they've shelled out for a few meals and flowers by then too!)

After that, on weekends during the summer, I'd be sitting outside on my porch reading - and he'd be standing on his porch (which is at a much higher elevation than mine), smoking a ciggy, staring at me.
So then, I am not only mortified, but creeped out.

Fortunately, the dude travels a lot and I don't have to be outside much. And when I do, I wear a turtleneck. I don't care if it's 100 degrees outside in July - these girls are staying covered...[/b]
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How long is too long?
04.30.04 (3:48 pm)   [edit]
[b][i]SOMEONE who wishes to remain ANONYMOUS[/i] and I were talking about how an experience he had turned him off of sex for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! Got me thinking...

What's the longest you've gone without sex?
Was it by choice?
What was the reason (other than you couldn't find anyone willing other than your hand)
Did you learn anything from the experience?
Are periods of celibacy ever a good thing?
How long is too long to go without a roll in the hay?[/b]
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First a condom, then a bandaid
04.30.04 (12:59 pm)   [edit]
[b]A friend mentioned how he is home sick today due to being injured "in the act".

Made me wonder - how many other people have ended up in the ER as a result of frisky fornication? *Now we're not talking about missing gerbils or bottles that accidently got stuck in various orifices.

I'm extremely accident-prone, but thank goodness I haven't had to explain to the ER doctor that I was having sex with Ty on his workbench that was on uneven ground and we fell and I got serious splinters in my ass...

So any amusing stories out there?[/b]
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Kilt Boy Update
04.29.04 (11:18 pm)   [edit]
This afternoon, I got an IM from Kilt Boy (if you're not up to speed, review blog from a few weeks ago about men in kilts)

You men just don't give up...


[b]Kilt Boy: Howdee [/b]
Diva: what's up with you? did you get your photoshoot done?
[b]Kilt Boy: Hmm, well, I've picked from the photo alblum - pic from ireland [/b]
[b]Kilt Boy: Remind me to set up a Pay Pal account so people can buy cd's from my site[/b]
Diva: ok... set up a paypal account. Consider yourself reminded.
[b]Kilt Boy: ok,, good deal [/b]
[i]
Notice the smooth transition here... [/i]

[b]Kilt Boy:what are you doing today? [/b]
Diva: just back from some retail therapy
[b]Kilt Boy: Hmmm, wanna come over tonight? [/b]
Diva: you playing?
[b]Kilt Boy: Nope, next three days I am. I feel pretty free tonight. [/b]

[i]Obviously "free" to him means, I'm not going to even bother to buy you dinner or drinks, just come over and "do" me.[/i]

Diva: Mr busypants - you'll have to find some other chicky tonight sorry.
[b][b]Kilt Boy: OH, I've been un busy in that section [/b]

[i]Oh RIIIIIGHT - when I was at his house, he had like a zillion girls names and phone numbers written down - he's an internet manwhore.[/i]

[b]Kilt Boy: Did'nt I give it to you pretty good last time?[/b]
Diva: Uh, no. I turned you down, or don't you recall?There's always hope for recruiting new talent for you stud.

[i]Apparently, he's either delusional or confusing me with someone else because all he "gave" me last time was... some lame-ass pleadings for a hand-job.[/i]

[b]Kilt Boy: I got a new cell phone and joined the `21's t century [/b]

[i]Note the seamless transition after being rebuffed...[/i]
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Feeling bad about being single?
04.28.04 (8:37 am)   [edit]
[b]If you are feeling bad about being single, think of your married friends and you will instantly get over it.[/b]
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Manscaping - A Public Service
04.27.04 (9:59 pm)   [edit]
Boys, please read this article, learn it, live it, and you will be loved for it! I promise!

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More on the Adventures with the Non-Ranger
04.27.04 (9:20 pm)   [edit]
A few more amusing tidbits about the "Non-Ranger"...

He got a vasectomy a few months ago (why since he's "sterile" I don't know...) But he called me afterwards to ask if I would come over and put neosporin on his incisions. [b](I laughed hysterically in the phone and told him they must have snipped some brain pathways too!)[/b]

He's notorious for very late night booty calls at least 2x a month. I've told him COUNTLESS times that I go to bed really early and really need my sleep. We've NEVER had sex - so why does he think after 2 years, I'd suddenly change my mind????

I take Ambien to sleep sometimes. It leaves me kinda "out of it" for the first hour or so. The Non-Ranger called me at this time and we apparently had a somewhat steamy convo. (I don't recall it at all). The next morning, he calls and wants to know if he can bring b'fast over. I'm like "whaaaaaaaa?" He tells me that I invited him over in the morning to ravish me. I say he's full of shit. He tells me to look at caller id - his call is there. I tell him that I was drugged and have no recollection and it "ain't happening." He replied "You know, you did kinda seem out of it." LMAO

And he is SUCH a bad kisser - has no woman not told him? Or has he been sooo clueless despite the frequent hinting that there might be some "performance issues"??? Can he seriously think he's all that if I'm turning him down repeatedly/constantly even when not involved with someone?

And there are so many more....
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Update - He called.
04.27.04 (7:54 pm)   [edit]
(this is an update to my entry 2 weeks ago titled "Heavy")

He called me today (my father). I saw the number on caller id and let it go to voicemail. I tried calling my mother and got a busy signal. (I swear she's the ONLY person in the country that does not have call-waiting.)

I finally get through, and sure enough, he called her next. I had discussed with her prior to sending him the card about not disclosing much information to him - merely that it was important for him to participate. Yet she let a lot slip - that I was home on disability, that I had a number of other complications, several surgeries, etc.

He told her that he decided to call her because I "had not returned" his calls in the past. (WTF - he hasn't reached out to me once in SIX years - he lives less than 10 minutes away!)

She said his explanation for taking 2 1/2 weeks to figure out who the Lupus Study postcard was about. (Um, it had my return address, in my handwriting and said that it was regarding his parent or child - his parents are deceased and I'm the only child.)

I emailed my mentor to get his feedback - he said to call my father - that it was my "moral obligation". (I think he was distracted on a conference call for a bs response like that.)

So, I did call him back - fortunately, I got voicemail. Left a very flat message saying I was returning his call. Awaiting him to respond. Not sure if I want to go any further with this...

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PayBack is a Bitch
04.27.04 (7:29 pm)   [edit]
As I sit here, debating which dating debacle I should detail next... So many amusing choices, who shall my next "victim" be?

I think I'll detail the drama of the "Non-Ranger". Warning - this gets a little racy and dramatic, so consider yourself warned. (Now I'm not talking about sex with houseplants or anything like that..)

First of all, I need to explain my nicknaming of my dates. Admittedly, I have dated a voluminous amount of men over my dating career. When talking to friends about my dates, they would often get them confused. Like: Fred's the one who whittles chopsticks for a living? And I say nooo, Fred's the one who is designed that stupid singing bass or trout that was popular 5 years ago. SO, I started giving them nicknames, *Plus, I have dated like 15 Matts in my life. There was the "rock star" (who will remain un-named), the felon (discussed in an earlier posting), the plane guy, the horse guy, the Canadian (also discussed earlier), the football player, the artist (to be discussed later), etc.

I met "E" at a business function. He was witty, ambitious, charming and well-educated. He told me he'd never been married, had been a college football player and went on briefly to the Pros before injuring his shoulder, couldn't have kids (due to a bad case of chickenpox when he was 18 in the army that rendered him sterile.) He went on to be an Army Ranger. Thus, his nickname was born! He was "the Ranger".

Now, "the Ranger" was a BIG guy - 6'5, broad shoulders - let's just say he was "chunky". I'm an open-minded chick that enjoyed his company, so we went out to dinner. The conversations flowed and I had a fun time. When we eventually smooched, the guy almost squashed me - I was gasping for air (and I'm not exaggerating). Now, I was really attracted to his brain and personality but his kissing was, shall we say, LESS than desirable. Imagine a lizard tongue, going in and out of your ear. EWWW. I tried explaining a couple of times about HOW much I love to have my ear/neck nibbled on, but I don't like the tongue in the year - he's stop but revert back to old behavior. And, just general kissing - he was certifiably, the world's worst kisser.

I wasn't deluded to think that I could magically transform him into losing 80 lbs, grow hair, fix his teeth and learn how to kiss. I enjoyed spending time with him - our conversations, etc. But there was something wrong -I couldn't put my finger on it... Some things didn't add up - ie him getting Chicken pox at 18 in the army but still being a college football star sorta thing. I'd ask questions but nothing concrete. We dated for about 6 months - very casually and infrequently (ie, we never came anywhere close to knockn' boots since he couldn't even curl a toe - it was more like nails scratching on a blackboard).

A close friend did some checking for me. Found out the Ranger had never been a profootball player, had been married with 2 sons almost in college, and had never been an Army Ranger. He had done something with ammunition.

My friend told me to go into a particular chatroom, gave me his online nickname and gave me instructions to log in to a profile with picture that he created for me. Within 20 seconds, the now known as the NON-Ranger was chatting to me. I played along - figured I'd see what I could find out and see how far he'd take it. Over the next couple of weeks, he and the pseudo-girl exchanged quite a few emails - all progressively racier and racier.

This pseudo-online girl suggested that they meet - at a hotel room with a large tub and king-size bed for a romantic escapade. Everything was set up - via email - never talked on the phone. He was instructed to bring several bottles of Cristal, cd player and specific cd's, strawberries, champagne glasses, some silk scarves to tie up - oh, and one more thing - to shave his balls.

He confessed to her later that he shaved himself that morning and they "itched" really bad. "She" was supposed to meet him at the Westin at 9pm on that Friday night. (Of course she had no intention of showing up) At 9:30, he emails her asking where she is... Again at 10pm, 10:30pm, etc.

I failed to mention that I was forwarding the email exchange between the "non-Ranger" to most of my friends so they could be aprised of things. We had a bet going as to how long it would take the "Non-Ranger" to call me (the real me) and proposition me since he'd gotten the scene all set up. Sure enough, the next morning at 8am, he calls me. Tells me he had been too tired to drive home and got upgraded to a suite at the Westin and I had to see it. I passed on the "opportunity". He kept insisting. I advised him I was at the car dealership getting my car detailed and wasn't able to get away. He showed up at the dealership, again, insisting on showing me the suite - I laughed and said that I'd seen the rooms there and I had to get back to my car...

Almost a year later - we still grab lunch every once in a while. He still makes suggestions that we hook up every once in a while which I ignore or say we aren't going there ever again. He talks about how "great" we were together - but the thing is, we never had sex - nothing even close to being confused to being sex - so it leaves me baffled.

To this day, he doesn't know it was me that was behind his failed "romp" at the Westin and that I know he's a blatant liar. I go just to smirk about how long his balls must have itched from the shaving and have a free meal. LMAO

I'm not a vengeful person - this was my one foray into the revenge arts - it was fun but not my style. But - don't cross me - you never know what I have up my sleeve!
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Types of Sex
04.26.04 (10:38 am)   [edit]
[b]SOCIAL SECURITY SEX: [/b]Two men were talking. "So, how's your sex life?" "Oh, nothing special. I'm having Social Security sex." "Social Security sex?"
"Yeah, you know: I get a little each month, but not enough to live on!"

[b]LOUD SEX:[/b] A wife went in to see a therapist and said, "I've got a big problem doctor. Every time we're in bed and my husband climaxes, he lets out this ear splitting yell." "My dear," the shrink said, "that's
completely natural. I don't see what the problem is." "The problem is," she complained, "It wakes me up!"

[b]QUIET SEX: [/b]Tired of a listless sex life, the man came right out and asked his wife during a recent lovemaking session, "How come you never tell me
when you have an orgasm?" She glanced at him casually and replied, "You're never home!"

[b]CONFOUNDED SEX:[/b] A man was in a terrible accident, and his "manhood" was mangled and torn from his body. His doctor assured him that modern
medicine could give him back his manhood, but that his insurance wouldn't cover the surgery, since it was considered cosmetic. The doctor said the cost would be $3,500 for "small, $6,500 for "medium, and $14,000 for
"large." The man was sure he would want a medium or large, but the doctor urged him to talk it over with his wife before he made any decision. The
man called his wife on the phone and explained their options. The doctor came back into the room, and found the man looking dejected. "Well, what have the two of you decided?" asked the doctor. The man answered, "She'd rather remodel the kitchen".

[b]WEDDING ANNIVERSARY SEX:[/b] A husband and his wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary. The husband yells, "When you
die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads: 'Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever'." "Yeah," she replies, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads: 'Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last.'"

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
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My Bush...
04.24.04 (2:07 pm)   [edit]
I woke up this morning and decided I absolutely HAD to trim my bush today. It has been neglected for waaaay to long and quite honestly, it's rather embarrassing. I probably should have let a professional do it, but I have this thing about strangers and my bush - I wanted it done MY way. Ya know?

Anyway, got out all the tools and even donned my purple leather gloves. Sat down and started whacking. I must have looked like Edward Scissorhands, chopping like a madman. Then I took a step back to admire my work - omg - it looked horrible - uneven -scraggily even - it's going to take ages to grow out. And then what do I see? A snake slither out from under the bush. OMG I screamed - I'm sure the neighbors thought "what the hell is she up to now!"

You do realize I'm talking about a boxwood bush in the front of my house you perv, don't you?

So I decide to really get into things - so I sit down on the ground, I'm chopping away - then i see an ant on my leg - and look down and realize I'm pretty much covered in them! OMG I'm sitting on an ant nest! I jump up and almost tear off my clothes right there in the front yard - instead I grab the hose and douse myself (white shirt and all) in water.

At that point, be dammed, my bush will have to suffer for a few more years before I do that again.
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Takes Horse Lover to a NEW level...
04.22.04 (10:39 pm)   [edit]
I have so many other dating debacles to detail - some rather juicy - but I'm tired so I thought I was share the story of the last time I was "set up"...

In one of my circle of friends, I'm pretty much the only single one left. So occasionally, they feel obligated to try to drag me into that so-called marital bliss. (But they never really look that blissful, you know?)

Anyway, my friend "D" (I think she has a link to my blog - and I don't want her to scan it to have her name pop out - she's too damn busy and happily married to read through all of this because she knows most of my dirt.) told me over lunch that she had "someone" that she wanted me to meet. (Inside I'm rolling my eyes thinking - oh god, not again!) But "D" has never set me up before and she seems sorta cool so I don't give my standard reply of "I've decided to take another sabbatical from dating for a while" response.

"D" tells me Matt (it's his real name) is a jr. partner at "the" biggest law firm in town. (One of the biggest in the country). I tend to date a lot of atty's (not the ones you see on tv hawking personal injury stuff)- they generally are bright, love debate and have a sharp wit. He's fluent in french (moi aussi), he loves to travel (ditto), and he loves horses (I used to ride ALL the time). She asks if she can give him my number, I say "what the heck".

So Matt calls me. He sounds remotely normal. Smart. Good sense of humor. Little bit romantic. Not a total workaholic. So far, he looks pretty good on paper and hasn't blown any of my criteria for dating. He asks me to meet him a cool quiet hip restaurant for dinner later in the week. We exchange a few emails back and forth in the interim and no red flags are coming up.

Meet him at the restaurant. He's on time, not unattractive but he reminds me of someone but I can't put my finger on it. Chat chat chat. Meanwhile my mind is trying to figure out who he reminds me of. Then it hits me - he is a DEAD ringer for my stepbrother. OMG. I'm laughing inside.

Conversation is flowing fairly well. (I used to date another atty at his firm, so I am careful what I say...) He starts to tell me about this huge amount of property he bought south of the city to build a ranch and house for his horses. I think that's cool. He started riding 2 years ago - never been on a horse before then. I'm kinda thinking that he's kinda REALLY into his horses. He's got a temporary barn built for them - and then he tells me how he sleeps at night in the barn with the horses. (HUH?) They just seem to rest better when he's there. He gets up and goes to his condo intown, showers and goes to work. EVERY weekend he spends with his horses.

About that time, I'm wondering why in the world this guy is still single? Could it be because he's looking for that special girl that doesn't mind sleeping on a bale of hay in a barn every night while watching reruns of Mr. Ed?

I know in my list of "Dating Rules" (posted a few days earlier), I said they need to be an animal lover. They need to love animals, but not "LOVE" animals. He took "horse lover" to a new level in my book. For some reason, I decided not to see that catch again.

Neeeeeigh!
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A man's stomach
04.22.04 (12:39 pm)   [edit]
[b]"Any woman who thinks the way to a man's heart is through his stomach is aiming about 10 inches too high."[/b] Adrienne Gusaff

Had I been aware of this information earlier, I wouldn't have taken so many cooking classes and I would have consulted Monica Lewinksy instead.
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quote that pretty much sums things up
04.21.04 (11:11 pm)   [edit]
I realized I haven't done a quote du jour! This one pretty much summarizes my philosophy on men.

[b]Why get married and make one man miserable when I can stay single and make thousands miserable?[/b] Carrie Snow (Sex & The City)
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Speaking of Canadian Guys...
04.21.04 (5:09 pm)   [edit]
Someone made a posting about Canadian guys. Which reminded me of Jonathan from Toronto...

I met Jonathan on a dive cruise. He was "more experienced" than me in the water and he was eye candy, so I figured I'd make the most of the situation and learn something to boot. And he didn't look half bad in a wetsuit. He actually looked rather suave.

I had the world's first underwater argument with him. He wanted me to ride an underwater scooter but I didn't feel the need. He kept buzzing me with the thing, trying to hand it off to me. I kept making gestures that I wasn't interested. So he handed it off to someone else and we literally had and underwater argument - the hand gestures and head movements had to be hysterical to watch. In the end, I won. ;)

Nothing physical happened on the trip - Jonathan actually was working the dive cruise - he repped a number of the sponsors of the event. There was some flirting going on nonetheless.

Jonathan and I stayed in touch thru phone and email every couple of weeks. Even though we both speak english, this southern belle realized something - I don't understand a damn word that boy said unless I'm face to face with him (and even then I had some problems). So, my end of the phone conversation was always like "oh", "really?", "cool!". I had no clue what the hell he was saying! Apparently at one point, he was saying he was coming thru town to go diving in Florida and was going to stay overnight at my place. (I had no clue until I got the email - LOL)

Jonathan failed to mention he's allergic to cats. I have two. The poor guy was suffering the entire time. If he had told me, I would have given him some allergy medicine - but no, tough guy that he was, he just kept sniffling away.

Jonathan came to visit 3-4 times over the next 2 years. He even joined us for Thanksgiving dinner one year because he was blowing through town. His last visit - he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I have a fairly good sized collection of dvd's to choose from. But he wanted to share his collection with me. He whipped out a cd-case with like 3 regular movies and about 100 porn flicks. (Now, this girl has no problem with a little racy stuff from time to time, but 100 porn flicks????) This chick was amused. He always flirted but never made a move - if you want to consider the porn a "move". (And southern girl me, always lets the boy make the first move - and it's fun to watch them squirm sometimes too!)

Anyway - so that's my experience with Canadian guys. Can't even tell you if they are decent smoochers or not. Maybe Jonathan will read this one day and lay a big wet one on me.


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My plumber and Poetry
04.21.04 (8:46 am)   [edit]
I have a ritual. Every Sunday evening, I crank up the water heater to full blast, fill up my huge tub with steaming hot water and bath oils and "smelly salts", surround myself with candles and put on some relaxing tuneage. I refer to this as my date with "Mr. Bubble" - although no Mr. Bubble is involved. I outgrew him when I was 8.

A couple of weeks ago, I emerged from my bath, all soft and feeling ethereal, donned my purple silk robe and headed downstairs for some cold water. My cat is sitting on my kitchen table, staring at the ceiling as water is steadily dripping from the ceiling. My thoughts - "Oh shit!" I grab some towels, bowls and the relaxing aura from my bath is ruined. I run back upstairs to pull the drain to stop the water from continuing. I spend the evening cleaning up the mess.

Suddenly, I'm in the market for a plumber...

I ask around to my fellow home-owning friends for referrals. Being a single girl, I didn't want to be taken advantage of...

A friend recommends "Matt" the plumber. I call him. He says he'll be over on Saturday. He sounds nice and somewhat intelligent.

Saturday arrives. I'm nervous. People have been saying it's probably the seals on my Jacquzzi and it's going to be expensive. I get the door - Matt the plumber arrives. [b]And Matt the plumber is a TOTAL hottie! [/b]

Up we go to my bedroom - I'm thinking, damn, he's the cutest guy in a long time that been up in my lair. If he had been wearing a tool belt, I might have attacked him right there on the spot. Matt the cute plumber leans over looking in my tub doodling with things - I 'm thinking - ohh what a cute butt! [b]This is one time I'd LUV to see plumber's crack.[/b] In no time at all, Matt the hot plumber figures out some rubber doo-hickey has rotted around the overflow thingy. He runs out to his truck, gets another one, and slaps that puppy on.

He asks if there's anything else he can do while he's here. (I thought of saying "me?" but figured that would be too pretentious - especially since he bills by the hour! LOL)

Alas, he leaves. He calls the next evening - remembering how I said I take my Sunday evening baths, he wanted to know if it was working ok. (How sweet and thoughtful!) Then he starts talking about how he writes poetry and wanted to know if I'd read it and give him feedback. I thought - "ooooo, he fixes things AND he writes poetry?"

Hot Matt the Plumber emails me some of his poetry. I laugh, I cry, I laugh some more. It's bad. I mean really really bad. He should stick to just being a hot plumber.
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Tossing this around - and it's H-E-A-V-Y
04.18.04 (10:58 pm)   [edit]
This isn't my traditional amusing rantings - so if that's what you want to read, skip to my next posting folks...

I'm irritated, hurt, disappointed and frustrated. I haven't spoken to my father for 6 years next month. And he lives 10 minutes away from me. I'm his only child. He's remarried with 4 step-sons but it seems that the "boys" work more with his life than I do.

Five years ago, I was diagnosed with Systemic Lupus and a bunch of other autoimmune disorders. So, if you do the math, my father doesn't know about it. I've been coping pretty well - I'm an independent person, I've got a lot of spunk/fight in me, and I've become very educated/proactive about my conditions. Lately, it's been more difficult to manage it. It has been taking literally all of my energy to complete the most basic tasks. Over the years when I have a "flare up" (meaning the diease goes into overdrive), friends tell me that I "look ok" and don't seem to understand that I can't always keep up that happy-go-lucky attitude that I usually have. So I pull back - take myself out of circulation from my social life except a few people that seem to be more tolerant. It sucks when your life revolves around doctors appts, lab work, and resting. I've learned that when people ask how I am, I lie for the most part - say I'm fine. They don't really want to hear about it.

For the past 6 months, I've been feeling excessively worn down and my mind has been totally screwed up. I'm known for my quick wit and sharp memory. I'm forgetting how to get to the drug store, that I had something cooking on the stove, conversations I've had, etc. The doctors basically told me that it's part of my lupus and we needed to start focusing on quality of life issues - like permanent disability sort of things. That was like a kick to the solar plexus. It's like giving in to the disease. It wins.

So I'm contacted to participate in a genetic research study on lupus. They need me to fill out a questionnaire and get samples of blood from myself, any siblings (none), and my parents. I asked my mom about it - and she said of course she's participate. They mailed me postcards to send to each of my parents about the study, asking if they would participate. My father, whom I've had no contact with in six years, got his over a week ago. And he hasn't bothered to contact myself or my mother to ask if I'm ok or any further information.

Part of me was expecting this - he turned his back on me once before when I begged for his support. (I had been raped and subsequently stalked by a psychopath - I kept it a secret and tried to deal with it for a year, but I finally lost it. I went to a hospital for help and he was aware of it - I called him to come to a counseling session so I could "share some information about what's been going on with me lately". I left it on his answering machine with carefully selected words - so he could replay and understand that it wasn't some session blaming him for things. His response was that "he wasn't going to to a counseling session to be attacked". He didn't even hear what I said.)

So I feel rejected again by him.

But, had he called or come over - what would I have done? Would I be able to forget and forgive? Am I in a position to be able to deal with him? His love has always been so "conditional" where I was concerned. He had a violent temper at times but the words hurt a lot more. He did mellow some with age. Despite having great grades, more leadership positions in school, never got into trouble - I was never good enough compared to his step-sons. (I guess it was the whole penis thing? I don't have one!) I could certainly use some "dad" sort of help around here - but I would never reach out again to be rejected yet another time.

There's a part of me that wishes he'd find out what impact his "abandonment" had on me. There is no history of any sort of autoimmune disorders in either side of my family. I believe that the stress I endured from the stalking and not having the support of my father and his refusing me led to the development of my lupus. Studies show stress can aggravate and cause it to "flourish".

My cousin, his nephew, told me that my father said to him that he has "a new family now." I'm guessing I don't fit into the equation. I know I probably rarely enter his mind. And that hurts - because I have hardly any family. I have my mother and my uncle - and he's not really a person you can get close to. That's it. I feel like I need all the family I can get - but do I even want to risk dealing with him and all the turmoil our relationship has evoked?

Perfect example: It's his way or no way. I was to go to Georgia Tech and major in business or he wasn't funding my education. I said "Fine, I'll do it myself." It pissed him off to no end that I did it myself. I was working full time with an internship AND a full class load and I still carried a 3.4 average. I didn't go to graduation because I had to work. And because he didn't see me walk around in a cap and gown, he said he didn't think I graduated. It took months for them to mail me my diploma - and at that point, I didn't care.

Another one: I had a goal of buying my own house before my 29th birthday. His response: You're single, why do you need a house? You need a husband first. Why can't you be normal and do things normally?

That's when I pretty much lost it - because it was taking every fiber of my being to get through every day and act like everything was ok despite that sicko threatening me constantly...

I admit - I'm envious of my step-brothers - and we are all in our 30's and 40's. They have so much interaction with him. He's helped them get jobs, spoils the subsequent grandchildren. It sounds so juvenile, but why couldn't he see me for the individual that I am? I've accomplished a lot - in spite of him. Just because I chose to follow my own direction instead of his mandate of going to the selected college/major, marrying first, buying a house as a couple, having children.

I'm not a fool. My dating history completely correlates to him. I've tried the therapy route to resolve those issues -but that didn't work. Commitment terrifies me. If a guy is interested in me, I move on to the next. I keep things incredibly superficial when it comes to dating. I refer to it as my dating rotation theory. (I'll have to explain that one later). My head keeps saying "You're 32 years old, get over it. You cannot change the past and how he treated you. You CAN move on and not let this drag you down." It sounds great in theory, but it just doesn't connect with my heart.

I've just found out I have a tumor and the next year following surgery will be particularly rough - but I should be ok afterwards. Do I tell him? Or do I have someone else inform him? Or do I not mention it? And if I do interact with him - do I tell him about the past? Does it matter? Do I have a right to hurt him by being brutally honest? What can he bring to my life - closure? support? turmoil? pain?

Ok - know this was long and no one will dare read thru all this, but I got it off my chest (for like the millionth time). I'll post something happy next...
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A Get Well Gift
04.18.04 (5:56 pm)   [edit]
A friend brought me over a "get well" gift...

It's a ceramic pot that has "[b]Ashes of Mr. Wrongs[/b]" on the outside. It made me laugh, but upon reflection, I think I need a bigger one...
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For those that love philosophy and ambiguity...
04.18.04 (8:51 am)   [edit]
For those who love the philosophy of hypocrisy and ambiguity....


1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.

2. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.....

3. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

4. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?

5. The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

6. I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

7. What if there were no hypothetical questions?

8. If a deaf person swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?

9. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

10. Is there another word for synonym?

11. Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?"

12. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?

13. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?

14. Would a fly without wings be called a walk? (LOVE this one!!)

15. Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?

16. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?

17. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?

18. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?

19. Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?

20. How do they get deer to cross the road only at those yellow road signs?

21. What was the best thing before sliced bread?

22. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.

23. Does the Little Mermaid wear an algebra?

24. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?

25. How is it possible to have a civil war?

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Quote Du Jour
04.18.04 (12:40 am)   [edit]
[i][b]"Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time."[/b][/i]
Tallulah Bankhead

Hmmm. It's Saturday night and I'm home blogging... It doesn't look good. LMAO

But I'm running a fever, I have no voice and my brain is full of snot. What fun would I be anyway right now??? I accidentally took the non-drowsy version cold medicine, so I can't sleep now.

An old bf called me today. He said I sounded "really sexy" with my raspy voice. (I personally think I sound like Bea Arthur right now.) I'm sick as a dog and this cretin is trying for a booty call or phone sex. And why did I quit seeing him? Oh yeah, because he's a selfish horndog that didn't even ask if I was ok - just if I was dating anyone. He's a gem - must elaborate on him later. He has the title of "Worst Kisser in ManKind".

Those of you of the male persuasion - I'm not a hater by any means. You guys crack me up and entertain the hell out of me with the dating/mating game.
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ScubaDiva's Dating Rules...
04.17.04 (11:49 pm)   [edit]

I seem to date a lot. And I've established a number of rules or guidelines for my dating based on experiences. It's a method of immediately eliminating any "undesirables" - these are immediate red flags for me that make me holler "NEXT!" The stories behind some of these rules are comical and but no men were harmed in the making of this list (ok, they weren't mortally wounded). [u][b]The Non-negotiables:[/b][/u] 1) [b]No smoking or chewing tobacco.[/b] *I had to make an addendum to this a few weeks ago when I went out with a guy that pulled out some Skoal. He had flecks of that crap in his teeth. NASTY. 2) [b]No criminal record. [/b] *I dated a guy briefly that "seemed" cool - then he enlightened me that he was on probation. For what you ask? Try Attempted Sexual Assault on a Minor! At first, I thought I'd be open-minded as he professed it was a "set-up". (Don't they ALL say that?) But I just couldn't do it. Something about pulling up the county's convicted sex offender database to show someone my bf's pic just didn't sound too appealing. 3) [b]Place of his own.[/b] *I understand the economy is tight. I've been laid off myself, but I cannot deal with a guy that has a roomie or, even worse, lives with his parents. 4) [b]Good teeth.[/b] *Dental hygiene is important. He's gotta have all his teeth. And they can't look like those fake ones you pick up at the convenience store. 5) [b]Professional Job[/b] * I tried dating an "artist" for a while. Amazing guy. I bought the whole "I don't need money" thing until he was stranded out of state with his vehicle broken down and desperately needed money. 6) [b]Decent, working car[/b] *Kinda ties into #5. Another stud I dated drove his heap over to my house and then asked me to drive each time because his vehicle was "leaking fluid". Call me silly, I have no problem in driving occasionally - but a man over 30 that can't keep his car in working condition needs to take the next exit in my life. 7) [b]Stable Finances[/b] *Ties into #s 5 & 6. I live a comfortable life. I like to travel and do fun things - and I generally pay my own way. I don't want a guy to put himself in financial binds to try to keep up with me, nor do I want a guy that expects me to be his sugarmomma or "loan" him money that I'll never see again. Won't do it! 8)[b] Not Married, Separated, or Recently Divorced[/b] I can't name all the guys that have failed to mention that they had a wife (and family) at home when they asked me out. Call it professional courtesy, but I don't mess with another woman's man. Don't want to deal with the drama, the baggage or the leftovers. 9) [b]Can Cook and Clean for Himself.[/b] I'm not his mother, his chef, or his maid. And I'm not going to be spending nights at a place that I'm afraid to turn on the lights to see critters scurrying, or feel compelled to call in Maid Brigade to decontaminate the place. 10) [b]No history of drinking or drug problems.[/b] Just because I have a degree in psychology does not mean I'm willing to put up with those ups and downs. I have enough troubles with men without those issues, I don't need more drama. 11) [b]Relatively Physically Fit[/b] Just because I'm a certified rescue diver doesn't mean I want to practice CPR on him when he tries to go up a flight of stairs. I'm not looking for Mr.Ironhead whose neck creaks when he tries to turn his head. I just want a guy that won't squish me and I can put my arms around. 12) [b]Must love animals.[/b] I admit it. I have 2 cats. You don't like them or you say you hate cats, get out of my presence. I love all animals - except spiders, ants, mosquitos, stinging insects, and roaches. I think there's something wrong with someone that doesn't connect with animals. 13) [b]No children (or at least grown)[/b] *I don't have kids by choice. I don't want to deal with all the drama of them. I admit it, I'm a horrible person - I just don't want that sort of complication. 14)[b] Honesty[/b] *If a guy lies to me about stupid things in the beginning, there is no second chance. I have a thing about honesty. One guy in particular lied to me about practically everything in his life. I found out. He had a taste of "sweet revenge" and to this day, he doesn't know I know he lied and he doesn't know it was me that instigated it. (I'll have to elaborate on that one another time!) 15) [b]Not racist or homophobic. [/b] Guys that are that insecure and closed-minded - I just can't tolerate it. 16) [b]Not violent.[/b] *This chick will not tolerate a guy that raises his voice excessively, raises his hand, or throws things. I don't want to have to defend myself - I will NOT tolerate it. 17) [b]Sense of direction[/b] *By the time we're 30, we should have some idea of the general direction and goals in our lives. Men still wandering after that are probably going to be still in search of something at 70. 18) [b]Passion[/b] *Now I'm not just talking about in the sack - I'm talking about a passion (or more) in life. Something that REALLY gets him fired up. Sports teams DO not count. 19) [b]Chivalrous, Romantic, and Well-mannered[/b] *I can write a novel on this one... I'm sorry but I like to have doors opened for me, to get flowers every once in a while, to be treated like a princess (but I certainly reciprocate). Not expecting it 24/7 - just occasional gestures work for me. Someone that eats with his mouth full, is embarrassing to eat with in public or uncomfortable in more "formal" social settings - I'm not going to train them. Last but not least... 20) [b]Kisses that curl my toes[/b]. *I've kissed a lot of frogs (and a few toads too). I've found that if they haven't developed their smooching ability to an adequate level by now, that the other things are also going to be less than sufficient. If you don't curl my toes, do not pass go, just keep on walking out the door.


21) Can't use more hair products than I do. Too much cologne is a deal-breaker too.

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CPA Stud Update
04.17.04 (10:35 am)   [edit]
I've been asked whatever happened to the CPA stud. Never mix business with pleasure. My interest in him has totally waned because he's unable to communicate in a clear & concise manner at all.

Recap:
We were supposed to rendezvous on Wednesday to get my tax returns (I found several errors that needed to be fixed). The day before we spoke on the phone and he said he would be back at the office and for me to pick "them" up after 3pm. I called at 3:30 that day - got his VM, left a msg - no return call.

Thursday - April 15 - I kinda need my tax returns!!! I call him - leave a msg. I email him as well. He replies via email that he filed an extension for me. (WHAT???) So I reply back asking if I needed to sign them.

Friday April 16 - STILL no reply from him. I understand he's an accountant and all the chaos around 4/15, but come on! Not to mention he sends me a bill for more than 2x the price he quoted me on the phone.

So then I decided I needed to add that to my rules of dating. (I'll do a posting on that later - it's a doozy)

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Beware of Men in Kilts
04.17.04 (10:04 am)   [edit]
I got a call last weekend from a guy who I'm not quite sure how to categorize. We are friends, we have a professional relationship, we've dated some, and we flirt but it's never going to go anywhere because he's a manwhore.

I need to come up with a new term for these sort of men...

Anyway, the guy, we'll call him (I'm searching for random names of men that actually don't have a role in my life) Jimmy. Ok, his name for all purposes is "Jimmy". Jimmy is a musician - quite accomplished and professionally recognized actually. He plays bluegrass, country, cajun, and celtic music. I was mesmerized when I saw him play a fiddle - I have to admit watching his fingers turned me on! Anyway, we became friends. I helped him out with marketing ideas to promote him and helped design his last CD cover.

Jimmy and I went out on a couple of dates, but I have to admit, I wasn't impressed with him in date mode. Showed up in a dirty shirt - pizza stain or something. Didn't open doors, etc. We did have a smooch or two, it wasn't too shabby. But, he's got a bad case of that male disease called "it's all about me baby-itis". I think it's chronic.

So, we flirt occasionally, but we're better off as friends.

Back to last weekend... Jimmy calls me and asks if I'd like to go to a Celtic festival about 90 mins north of Atlanta. I had wanted to go to another festival intown, but I figured it'd be entertaining to spend the day with Jimmy.

I drive over to his place - first time there - to meet him. I'm greeted at the door by Jimmy in a skirt. (Excuse me, I mean kilt). He actually looks pretty darn cute in that scottish get-up, except his hat (referred to as a "Tam"). Regardless, it looks dopey - it's a black hat with a HUGE red pom-pom on top and ribbons down the back. He hadn't warned me that he would be all "gussied" up.

His house, albeit cute and cottage-like, was SUCH a bachelor pad. No black leather furniture or bikini-clad chicks on the walls, but once again, my seldom-revealed compulsive desire to clean suddenly hit me. He told me to have a seat while he got the directions. (There was no place to sit that wasn't covered with musical instruments or "stuff".) Clothes in the den that he had stepped out of, chili-pepper Xmas lights adorning his eating area walls, and we won't even touch on the kitchen...

I offer to drive because my car is, shall we say, a little bit more comfortable. We end up taking my car, but he drives. He does fill my tank with gas on the way...

We get to this festival - and have to trample thru a marshy wet-sawdust path. My feet are soaked. Did I mention it's probably 50 degrees and VERY gusty? (VERY important point later)

So there we are at the festival - basically 50-70 year old men in skirts. Everywhere. And apparently this festival brings out a lot of folks that are, shall we say, believe in some sort of racial superiority? There were no white hats or sheets or anything, but there was a definite sect of people that would not be going to any NAACP awards anytime soon.

We are walking around the different displays as I freeze my arse off. Jimmy decides he wants to get something to eat. The choice is limited - I forget what they called it - something like the scottish sword. It's a baked potato, pricked a bunch of times and soaked in butter, melted cheddar cheese, with sliced pork and more cheese on top. (Can you say heart-attack on a stick?) Might I add, that thing was impossible to eat neatly - I had to keep wiping the cheese from his face.

The wind picks up - and kilts are blowing up left and right. And these men don't seem to be that bothered about it. First of all, it's damn cold with the wind. Secondly, there are some children there. Not a single one of them was wearing ANYTHING under those kilts. We're talking older men. It was NOT a pretty sight.

Jimmy, of course, kept flashing me from time to time to keep distracting me. Something about a man in a skirt that brings out the exhibitionist in him.

Some of the music talent recognizes Jimmy and brings him on stage to perform. It was fun seeing him in action.

We finally hit the road to drive back home. He makes the comment about the easy accessibility for a hand job with his kilt while he drives. I laugh. It "ain't gonna happen." Why? Well, I would get nothing in return and I'm not going to start a trend of him getting all the attention. And, even if I was interested in him, my windows aren't tinted and it was a very congested day - lots of SUVs and Vans passing by and I didn't want to traumatize a child.

I replied that if he first plays me like he does his fiddle and harmonica, I'd reconsider. (I literally saw his jaw drop!) That shut him up. :shock:

But I did make a mental note to get my windows tinted should I ever be in a car with a hot guy in a kilt.
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Jen
04.16.04 (10:47 am)   [edit]
My friendship with Jen resembles Melrose Place or maybe Days of Our Lives.

We met 4 years ago while in Freeport, Bahamas. We had both been down on vacation with groups of friends who were as fun as a wet rag. Jen and I both shared a passion for diving, so we immediately bonded. Our friends didn't even miss us. We went to local fish frys and enjoyed the non-touristy things - not to mention the diving.

Jen lived in Key Largo at the time. So we communicated a lot via phone and letters. (She wouldn't know an email if it bit her on the ass). Our lives could not be any more different. Jen is petite - sweet, but not the brightest bulb in the room. She told me she worked at "Ford" when we met - but with the fake boobs, I had a feeling she was not being honest.

She admitted later that she worked sometimes as a "go-go dancer" (translation: stripper). Now, if you're like me, I have a certain impression of strippers - she didn't really fit that impression - other than the surgically-enhanced headlights. She also comes from a very wealthy family that would give her anything she wants.

Now, on top of the "go-go dancing", I learn she only does it part time to supplement her disability from social security. She's on disability because she's bipolar. And, she's not doing anything to maintain her treament other than A LOT of ECT's. (ECT's are electroshock therapy treatments - think "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"). The treatments didn't do squat to improve her condition but she didn't want to see another doctor because her current one is "so nice". (ARRRRGH)

Jen failed to mention for the first couple of months that she's married. Oh, what a gem it is that she married. His name Stuart. But, I refer to him as the sociopathic, pathological lying, stealing, cheating, drug-using/dealing felon. Yet Jen excuses most of what he does because he's her "high school sweetheart". (GIVE ME A BREAK!) Stuart screwed around on her so many times - often in their bed and blamed her for it because she was visiting her family and getting more ECT treatments. He let her do most of the work and maintained his relatively carefree existence. I call and Stuart "forgets" to mention it to Jen 90% of the time. I am always very cordial to Stuart on the phone - he has no idea I think he's total slime. For 2 years, Jen keeps waivering over whether she should leave him or not.

Lo and behold, late last summer, Jen does it. Her parents come down to Florida and pack her stuff up and take her home to Virginia Beach. Jen's parents have "given" Stuart a truck to use, but it still remains in their name. They were planning on giving it to him - I told her to have him sign divorce papers in exchange for signing over the truck to him. They don't do it. BIG mistake.

Not a week home, Jen hooks up with an older "gentleman" who owns a fairly well-known surf/apparel shop. He's not much of an improvement from Stuart. She seems to zone in on men with no character - but at least this one has money. She's milking him for every dime she can. Trips to Mexico, California... He's as controlling as the last one. He drinks like a fish. Considering his parenting skills over his teenage son, the man should be in jail for neglect.

Jen and I are still talking several times a week in addition to letters. Last thanksgiving, I talk to Jen about coming for a visit. I have surgery on my ankle scheduled last December - Jen wanted to come down afterwards to stay with me. I told her I'd rather her come down before the surgery so we can have some fun and play around town because I'd be in a cast for 3 months.

Suddenly, early December, Jen's not calling. My calls are going unreturned. I'm in the midst of a horrific romantic disaster - think Hindenberg meets Titanic. I'm pouring my heart out in letters to her since she's not calling back. I'm home confined to bed except to crutch myself to the bathroom, doped up on painkillers, and feeling like my heart has been stomped by this "man". The one time I need Jen in 4 years and she won't return my calls. Her parents simply say she's not home... January passes. NO calls or letters from Jen. I'm increasingly hurt.

February - I get her dad on the phone who tells me that Jen is mad at me but they couldn't get her to explain why. I'm racking my brain trying to figure out what I could have done. (She wanted to buy me an expensive gift, but I told her not to - I'd rather her put a dent in her credit card bills). So I decide to send her a couple of things I had saved from traveling that I had wanted to give to her in person - with a note. Confirmed receipt from Fed Ex - no response. At that point, I didn't care about our friendship any further - I just wanted to know what the hell I had done.

March Passes. Not a peep. I tried calling a few times out of curiosity. No luck. I close the door on her entirely - wish her well, hope she finally manages her manic depression better and realizes men won't bring happiness to life if she isn't happy with herself.

Then last week, I get a postcard from Jen. From Lake Tahoe. Apparently she dumped surf guy for someone else and is out in Tahoe now. (I'm quite sure he's a real winner too based on her previous selections). The postcard said something like I needed to come up to Tahoe so I could snowboard and "we can catch up". I cannot believe she'd be so blase about things.

That night she calls. My response is rather, shall we say, flat. I ask her why she waits FIVE months to contact me. She said that her husband (still estranged and yet to be divorced) told her on the phone in early December that he had been communicating with me for a while and he was moving in with me. (I literallly laughed out loud!)

I told her that if she even believed that for one moment, she either didn't know me at all, or she was too easily misled. (I mean come on! First of all, she knows for years that I think he's slime. And I'm writing her about how I'm in love with someone else here and he trashed my heart at that same time???) I told her that there was nothing left to say. She starts crying begging for forgiveness. It has no effect on me at this point. I tell her I have to go. I hang up. She calls back multiple times - I let it go to voicemail. Then her current wallet of the month leaves me a message saying to "call Jen back because you've upset her". I laugh even harder. I have closure on everything now.

Jen calls back twice the next day. One of the messages said "I've left you two messages and you haven't called me back". I think, how ironic.

I write a letter to Jen explaining that there is no further need to communicate with me - because she was crying the majority of the time we were on the phone, I wanted to make sure she understood why our friendship was done. (Despite how she left me in the dark). I mailed it, along with all our pictures, letters, and cards. (I had been planning on doing it prior to her contact). I didn't have her address, so I mailed it to her parents and asked them to please forward it.

Then yesterday, I got a card from Jen. I marked it "return to sender" and put it back in the mail. One of my other friends said I'm being heartless - but I want nothing to do with her. I do not have people in my life that I cannot trust or rely on or abandon me like she did. There's no need to have them around.

I half-expect her to show up at my front door soon. I wouldn't answer the door if she showed up. She doesn't know about all the health stuff that is going on with me lately - but I'm unwilling to put myself under any more stress. I have closure on the situation, I gave her 4 years of support, friendship and love. That's enough.

Anyway - that's the drama of Jen. Lesson learned - avoid bipolar strippers that dive.

(Nothing against anyone with manic depression - or strippers. It's just a rollercoaster of a friendship that takes a lot of patience.)
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15 April 2004
04.15.04 (5:43 pm)   [edit]
Just back from the rheumatologist and I'm feeling rather "numb". The doctor saw some blood work with really elevated cortisol levels (a hormone) and ordered an ultrasound (or sonogram - I can't tell the difference). Said it appears that I have a tumor behind my adrenal gland. I asked what it meant - he said that he wanted to consult with another doctor with my history and he'd call me tomorrow. On the upside, he says that it is probably the cause of all my neurological problems and fatigue (and why dieting has been such a struggle recently). I won't say anything about this to my mother because she will absolutely flip. I'm going to do some research on it tonight.

And, when I get home, there's a card from my former friend, Jen. I met Jen 4 years ago this month in the Bahamas while on a diving trip. Our mutual passion for scuba bonded us. We were about as different as can be -her, a part-time "go-go dancer" (aka stripper), that was as sweet as can be but naive, insecure, and views men solely as "what can they do/give me?", oh and did I mention she's bipolar and not on medication? (LOL).

Going into details about the Jen situation is a novel in itself, so I'll leave it for later. I need to do some research.
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14 April 2004 Part Deux
04.14.04 (7:37 pm)   [edit]
There's a lot more going on than the first entry but I didn't want to continue with my ramblings when I'm on a roll to find out nothing had posted. (Don't you hate when that happens???)

Social life... Too complicated to delve into when I have to go in a few minutes.

Work life. That's pretty simple. I'm on short-term disability waiting for long-term disability insurance to kick in a couple of weeks. (This ties into the health life too) which I'll delve into later as well.

I'm interviewing around right now - trying to find something that will be less "intense" than my current position (or couple of previous positions). I'm in sales and I'm good when I am not so sick - but I need something right now that doesn't require a spitfire 60 hours a week. I am not sure how I would feasibly manage to work a 40 hour a week job right now, but it doesn't hurt to see what's out there. I have a couple of 3rd interviews next week - I don't think either is a match but I'm going to investigate.

I'm sort of a sick puppy. I was diagnosed 5 years ago with Systemic Lupus, Sjogren's Syndrome and something called "Raynaud's Phenomenon" (although I can assure you there's nothing even remotely phenomenal about it). For those of you that don't know - Lupus is an autoimmune disease, raynaud's involves super-sensitivity and pain to coldness, and sjogrens - pronounced show-grins - involves dry eyes, mouth and skin. Other than several cases of pleurisy (sorta like pneumonia), a bunch of infections, it really hasn't impacted me much until the past year. There were some bumps in the road - but they were nothing like this. Now the doctors have added 4 more serious diagnoses to my list. I've been SO fatigued and I'm having a lot of neurological stuff going on - short-term memory problems and confusion. That's the hardest for me, because I truly value my mind most - and at 32, to be so foggy at times, it's scary. I take 43 pills a day. I got more medical bad news yesterday - and I'm on an informational medical hunt to read up on it as much as possible. (I personally think I should be awarded an honorary medical degree by now.)

Along the lupus lines, I was contacted by a university to participate in a genetic study of lupus. I was all for helping research - but they said they'd need blood samples from both my parents and any siblings. I'm an only child, so siblings weren't an issue. Mom would be no problem. My father, on the otherhand, would be more of a challenge. I haven't spoken to him in 6 years on May 26 (I bet he doesn't know the date). Long story there. Anyway, I sent him a postcard supplied by the university requesting that he participate in the study and he's supposed to send it back with health info. Now, he has no clue that I'm sick at all - doesn't know I have lupus. He got it on Saturday or Monday at the latest. Have I heard a peep from him? No. Does it surprise me? No. Am I disappointed? Yep. But I was also kind of torn because him not calling is like rejection all over again.

Ok, gotta boogie. Enjoy the back story.
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14 April 2004
04.14.04 (6:26 pm)   [edit]
Yesterday I talked to my cute CPA and he told me to come by his office today after 2:30 to pick up my corrected taxes. So, wanting to do some subtle flirting and catch his attention, I got gussied up (but still looking casual). Decided to show a little cleavage to boot. He might be up to his ears in tax returns but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do, right?

So I run some errands in the interim. I pull into the local Petsmart to pick up some pet food. I have my turn signal on to pull into a spot, meanwhile there's this old beat-up oldsmobile just turning into the row - in center, I might add. So, I went ahead and turned into the spot, collected my purse and was walking to the store. Meanwhile, this older (and obviously cranky or constipated, or both) woman is mumbling things (loud enough for me to hear) about who the hell I think I am, white bitch, blah blah blah. I ignore her and go about my business. She starts following me around the store saying something about "do you think you're wonderwoman or some shit like that?" I wanted to ask her what she meant by that - as I was not wearing a leotard, white boots, gold cuffs or headband. Nor do I carry a golden lasso. But, I figured it would merely aggravate this woman further. I started talking to a store manager who escorted me safely away from the possessed, cranky, constipated woman that can't come up with a logical insult if you handed it to her.

So, I put a call into studly CPA guy. Got voicemail where he says he'll be in the office by 2:30, that he mailed a lot of returns yesterday, blah blah blah. I leave a message. Figure I'd kill some time so I plan on running into Kroger and pick up a few things. Then I realize - shit - it's Wednesday - it's Geezer Discount Day. There isn't a single parking spot in the lot. All for a 5% discount. It's such a joy to go inside on days like that because they leave their shopping carts in the middle of the aisles and chat with each other and then get upset when you kindly either ask them to move it or gently do so yourself. Bottomline, I wasn't up to battling the bluehairs, so I decided to peek in one of my favorite stores.

It was now 5pm and not a peep from CPA hunk. I'm depressed with my experiences so far today. I decide I definitely need retail therapy. I know they HATE me because I dont' like to try on things in the dressing room (not that I try them on in the middle of the store either). I like to take them home, try them on, assess how it will work with my other clothes, shoes - that sort of essential analysis is critical. (And why I ended up with 2 pair of lime green strappys - sure, lime green is a great color and very in right now, but no girl needs 2 pair of lime green strappys)

So I took my retail booty home to look things over. THEN (imagine ominous soap-opera sort of music here) the mom calls. She starts in on her "shoulda" stuff. You shoulda done this and you shoulda done that. I tell her to quit that, I'm an adult and quickly say that I'm hanging up. I'm sure I'm not the only female in her 30's in the world whose mother drives them BONKERS.

So tomorrow is April 15. My taxes are being held hostage by my CPA. Now I have to figure out what to wear tomorrow because I "GOTTA" see him tomorrow to pick up my returns...
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