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| Outtie |
| 12.29.04 (7:17 am) [edit] |
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I'm heading out tomorrow to spend a few days in DC. President Bush requested that I look after the Oval Office while he's gone. Any major policy changes you need done? I was thinking about eliminating all taxes and starting a tax on stupidity and bad driving instead. And perhaps making SheSpecies' ass a National Treasure. LOL I'll let some other folks hijack my blog if they want while I'm gone. So I take no responsiblity for what is posted (AHEM) And for anyone that thinks "Diva's house will be empty", think again. My mother will be staying there to keep my cats company. And if you want to tangle with her, god help you. You need to re-read my blog. LOL (She's already reminded me not to wear an underwire bra when flying so I don't get a body cavity search for setting off the alarms) I gotta go repack now. So this may be it for the year... Happy New Year everyone. I hope 2005 brings more joy, love, fun, success and fufillment than your wildest PG dreams. MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! ScubaDiva |
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| New Most Embarrassing Moment |
| 12.28.04 (9:11 am) [edit] |
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Imagine a friend says they have sent you an Xmas present, so you're kinda keeping an eye out for it. This morning, the doorbell rings. You go to the door to see your local mail carrier bearing a manilla envelope. Then you realize that envelope is torn. And the contents are sticking 1/2 way out. It's a vibrator. You turn BEET red. Your mail carrier grins. You swear NEVER to set foot outside the house again. Even though you don't have the right batteries... This may now be my new most embarrassing moment. (I am laughing about it, really.) |
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| Mr. Easy Access |
| 12.27.04 (7:41 am) [edit] |
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This morning, I got an email out of the blue from one of the most hysterical guys I've ever dated... I don't know if I would even say we technically dated... Two years ago, I went on a client appt. The decision-maker was a total HUNK. We're talking model-calibre. Nice to look at but not someone I would do anything more than stare at. He tells me that they don't have budget for our services. I thank him and leave. I'm in the lobby and he sends me a text message on my cell phone asking if he could take me to lunch now that we are no longer vendor/client. So I agree. We have lunch. Conversation was interesting. I was still rather befuddled by the whole thing. At the end of lunch, it's a hug and we go off in our own directions. He calls a few days later and says that he'd like to cook me dinner. (This was a first - I've never had a guy offer to do that for me that I can recall - unless you count ordering take-out.) He calls me shortly before I am heading out - and tells me "to wear something with easy access." I laughed and told him to 'stick it' (but using a few more colorful words). Okay - so that's the background... This morning I get an email from an address that seems familiar but doesn't ring a bell. Wishing me a Merry Xmas and asking how I am. I reply back that I'm doing ok, how are you, blah blah blah. Then I ask, "Pardon me, but who are you?" He sends me a link to his webpage and says he'd like to 'catch up' when he gets back in town. I click the link to see it's "Mr. EasyAccess." I laugh hysterically... What a turd. |
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| Wish for All Tbloggers |
| 12.25.04 (5:26 am) [edit] |
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The Twelve Gifts I Wish For You... Happiness. Deep down within. Serenity. With each sunrise. Success. In each facet of your life. Family. Beside you. Close and caring friends. Health. Inside you. Love. That never ends. Special memories. Of all the yesterdays. A bright today. With much to be thankful for. A path. That leads to beautiful tomorrows. Dreams. That do their best to come true. Appreciation. Of all the wonderful things about you. Happiest of Holidays and a Happier New Year! Love, ScubaDiva Lulu and Sassy, her feline accomplices :) |
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| Need more help! |
| 12.20.04 (3:40 pm) [edit] |
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UPDATED: Thanks everyone for their feedback and personal stories about how I should respond to my father's card. I sent a holiday card saying "Send a note saying that I am not closing the door on the relationship, but right now I cannot deal with bringing in any additional potential stress into my life. Best Wishes for a Happy Holiday Season to your family" (And I spelled my name correctly. LOL) First, I wanted to thank everyone for their 2cents worth on my friend "S". I'm going to have coffee with her tomorrow and I'll pass along your thoughts. Hopefully, it will give her further perspective... Now a situation of my own personal nature. I would love some feedback. Some background first: I haven't spoken to my father in 61/2 years. He turned his back on me in the lowest point of my life because of his own selfishness. Prior to that, our relationship was turbulent at best. I didn't speak to him from the time I was 13 - 20 either. He wasn't exactly 'Father of the Year' and went on with his new 'family' without any regard for me. I called him in May to ask him to participate in a Genetic Lupus study. We spoke for a little bit when he started in on his same old behavior (blame and manipulation). He said it have been 4 years (It was 6 years 5/25/98.) and he was clueless as to the reason for the falling out. His final words to me (before I said "Goodbye" and hung up) were "You've embarrassed me in front of MY family." I found that rather ironic considering that I am his only flesh and blood and living relative. (He has 4 stepsons and he lives not 10 minutes away from me.) After I hung up, I felt a sense of closure. I no longer craved that one day he would call. Or that I needed him. I realized that I was much better off without him in my life. I didn't send him a birthday card in August for the first time EVER. (I still sent bday and xmas cards annually to keep the line of communication open.) My birthday is a week after his - and I would always get a card signed by his wife. This year - a card from him. I didn't reply. Fast forward. Today. Card from him. It says: "All the kids ask about you. Why don't you give me a call or send me an email. I would really like to see you. I'm really not sure you want me to call or even hear from me. Dad" 1) "All the kids" = my 4 stepbrothers and their wives/kids who I have never had any sort of relationship with other than 2 who have been rather negative. Is that supposed to suddenly compell me? 2) He has 'his family'. He's not once commented on regret regarding our relationship or even acknowledged what happened. 3) I haven't referred to him as "Dad" since I was 12. It irritated him no end. That wasn't why I did it - I just thing "Dad" is a term of endearment. And "Father" is a term of respect. He wasn't fitting into either category in my book. 4) He spelled my name wrong on the envelope. 5) The #1 thing I am supposed to do with my illness is AVOID STRESS. He is synonymous with stress and pain and frustration in my life. I am not interested in communicating with him at this time. I'm not going to say "never", but for now, I have more than enough on my plate. I need people in my life who support and love me, not try to break me down and blame me. So... my options: 1) Do nothing 2) Send a generic card with no message 3) Send a note saying that I am not closing the door on the relationship, but right now I cannot deal with bringing in any further turmoil/stress into my life. Thoughts? |
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| Oh the calamity! |
| 12.19.04 (9:42 am) [edit] |
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On Tuesday, I ranted about my mother, aka "The Mother", and some boots and a cape. I have not seen her since mid-August. She lives 10 minutes away. Well, she invaded on Friday. FOUR TIMES. Yes. FOUR. First she brought over the boots. They were too small. (I told her in the store that I wear thick socks and my feet are 1/2 a size larger than hers. I couldn't even fit my foot into the boot). Then...she brought out THE PURPLE CAPE. I told her I wasn't interested in it on the phone at least five times. (You would THINK she'd back off). Nooooooooooooooooo. She had to model it and prance around the house talking about how stylish it was and how it would blah blah blah blah. I said "No thank you" three times and then I just shut up and glared at her. Finally, she put the hideous thing away. I had nightmares about it. So she leaves (deep collective sigh of relief). Five minutes later, she calls. She's at TJ Maxx and found a great duvet set that would match my room. (ugh) So she comes rushing back over with it (Visit #2). It's ok, sorta cheap looking, parachute-fabric sort of feel. But she got the wrong size. Before I could say "I don't like it" she's gone. Back to TJ Maxx. With King duvet in tow, she's back for visit #3. Only the duvet wasn't actually a King. The package wasn't even marked King. She insisted that I couldn't make a decision untnil I saw the right size on the bed. (SIGH) Back to TJ Maxx again. For the final visit du jour, she has a King-sized duvet. But it's a totally different color. Doesn't match my bedroom at all (sage green). The duvet is a coppery-olive green. I was thinking to myself, where did I put that Xanax... So she called today to tell me ALAS! she found the King duvet in sage green. She's coming over tomorrow and she wants to go bra shopping with me on Monday. Ok, I'm not 12. I don't need my mommy to guy bra shopping with me. Especially when I'm looking for something of the 'racier' type... I think after tomorrow, I'll be set for another 4 month break, don't you think? |
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| Fear |
| 12.14.04 (11:59 am) [edit] |
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What is your worst physical fear? (Fear of spiders, heights, flying) What is your worst emotional fear? Which is worse? Have you ever overcome a fear? Have fears impacted your life and/or kept you from living life to the fullest? My answers are in the comments. :) |
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| A rant |
| 12.14.04 (8:42 am) [edit] |
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I haven't bitched about my mother in a while and I know you are all eager to hear my rantings... A new credit card I have offers quadruple points for the first charge made. I told her that if she had any big purchases to make for a client, that she could use it - so I could reap the benefits. So she started telling me about how she could use it for the 30% downpayment on something. I kept telling her that it's the first charge and the 30% amount wasn't worth the trouble. Back and forth. Back and forth. Ugh. Then, she starts telling me about her friend that is knitting these cape-like coats. She keeps giving me an email address telling me it's a website. I keep trying to explain that it's not a website and she's reading me everything on the flyer and insisting that xxxx@aol.com is a website. I finally interrupt her and explain that I wasn't really interested in a knitted coat. (esp one in purple). She kept going on and on about all the uses of it blah blah blah. I just kept my mouth shut. She finally said 'oh, ok' and hung up. But, she will look after the felines while I go on my New Year's adventure... |
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| Perfecto Day |
| 12.12.04 (3:00 pm) [edit] |
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Was such a pretty day today! I was going to clear out the rest of the leaves in my yard, but they were too wet, so I raked up the pine needles and plucked lots of weeds. Not a cloud in the sky. It was rather 'crisp', so I wrapped myself up in a blanket on my glider, with cats on either side and read for several hours. Felt wonderful... Now if only there had been an uber-hot hunky dude dealing with the wet leaves and I could have watched him, it might have been perfect. |
| 23 Comments |
| LDR's |
| 12.09.04 (3:03 pm) [edit] |
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Long-distance relationships - Can they be for real? We hear about them working from time to time. (I swore them off 10+ years ago. I had a habit of getting involved with guys outside my area code. Houston, San Diego, Chicago, Miami, Dallas, Rome... And these were pre-internet!) Discuss. |
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| First Kiss |
| 12.04.04 (11:56 am) [edit] |
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I was talking to a friend today about first kisses - not the one when you're 8 and you're dared to do it - but the first real passionate smooch... Mine... I was 13, at my house on the sofa. The first of many Matts in my life. If you've been reading my blog, he's aka "The Octopus". He pretty much enveloped my entire face in his tongue. We were supposed to be playing tennis or something, but we weren't (I'm such a naughty girl!) I recall he also went in for a boob (what little I had at that time) but he was utterly shot down. My second smoocher, yet another Matt, was much better, despite having braces, I remember we'd kiss for hours and I could stare dreamily into his eyes. It was the epitome of a summer romance that lasted many summers. What about your first kiss? |
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| Mauling in the parking lot |
| 12.01.04 (5:29 am) [edit] |
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I decided to be social yesterday. Met my friend "Ted" for lunch at some horrible Chinese food dive. (One of my favorite restaurants is around the corner from where he works, but noooo...) Conversation was good I guess. I was taking some new medicine that has me feeling like I'm on speed. I couldn't tell you what we talked about. I ordered soup and had maybe 3 spoonfuls. He was a gentleman - did the whole, pulling my chair out for me, getting doors and walked me to my car. When he was walking away, I noticed what a cute caboose he has. He sent me a message later saying that he wanted to maul me in the parking lot. That's not exactly 'gentlemanly', but it made me smile. And, for the record, "Ted" smokes, so he's not a contender. But I can admire his ass, right? |
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