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| My Pussy is Taxed! |
| 01.31.05 (4:50 pm) [edit] |
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I'm working on my taxes this afternoon. Have all my shit spread out on the floor, everything separated by category. Things are moving along... When Sassy comes running into the room and papers go flying EVERYWHERE. I wonder if the IRS will accept 'my cat fucked up my paperwork' as an acceptable excuse - similar to the dog ate my homework line? Now I'm going to go sit down and RE-sort everything out. Then I'm going to duct-tape my cat to a chair. |
| 29 Comments |
| Mr, Easy Access Update |
| 01.31.05 (10:36 am) [edit] |
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Mr. Easy Access is on a mission. I'm chuckling at his feeble attempts. He called me Sunday at 1am. And again yesterday. And now he's sending me emails saying he wants to 'come visit' me. Told him that I'm not interested in a booty call - that I have plenty of those already and 'have that department covered'. (Thought that would take care of it) His next email said that he was interested in catching up. Told him that if he wanted to catch up, we could do it over dinner sometime. His reply was "I could always stop by during my lunch break to say Hi if you like." To which I replied "This is getting old. You are NOT coming over to my house. IF you sincerely want to catch up, we can do it over lunch or dinner in a public place. Otherwise, you can save yourself the time. It ain't gonna happen." Then he answered: "Whats getting old? I wasnt asking to Do anything..just to say Hi. You do recall we've met in person before several times dont you?" I replied "Yes, I recall we went on a date in the fall of 2003 and since then, your intentions have been nothing but getting laid. You are not coming to my home. If your intentions were TRULY to say "Hi", we can do it in a public place." This guy is hot. Truly could be a model. He has a good job with a good income. Women should be clamoring for him. My only guess is that he is such a terrible lay that he can't keep anyone regular. Otherwise, there are women out there that would overlook his assholeness to have him as 'arm candy'. Anyone else have any other theories? |
| 25 Comments |
| VERY Romantic Night |
| 01.30.05 (12:40 pm) [edit] |
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Candlelight. How romantic for a Saturday night, right? Well, not exactly! Power went out last night right after I sent an email to April around 6pm. They said it would be back on by Monday night at 11pm. I've done just about everything I can think of that didn't require power or to be able to see anything. "The mom" offered to pick me up and let me stay over there. (You'd be proud of me, I didn't say "HELL NO!", just "it might come on at any time) And it was the night of bored men from my past to call last night. The artist called around midnight. Then, can you believe "Mr. Easy Access" called me at 1am to talk? (UGH! - no caller id b/c the power was out, so I answered the phone...) Alas, the power came back on around 1:30 p.m.! I'm going to take a shower and blow dry my hair - the power has flickered a few times since it came back on a little while ago! I need snuggling reserves STAT! |
| 13 Comments |
| Frigid! |
| 01.29.05 (8:02 am) [edit] |
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It's 9am. We have over 2 inches of sleet and it's still falling in combination with freezing rain. One of the three pine trees (belonging to my neighbor) is leaning, but it is leaning toward his house (ha ha!). Have 6-inch icicles hanging off the house. Looks pretty cool. Weather dude says more freezing rain until at least 8pm tonight. Roads are total sheets of ice so I'm watching the idiots on tv trying to drive on it. Having a fantasy of a hot dude showing up at my door bearing firewood, homemade oatmeal cookies with raisins and walnuts, offering to give me a stellar footrub by the fire. (And if he brings a vacuum too, he is going to get lucky! LOL) Delusional ice-storm-induced delusions... |
| 26 Comments |
| Heavy Breathing |
| 01.27.05 (1:56 pm) [edit] |
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Dammit. I painted my toes this afternoon and now my toes are f'ing freezing. I can't put socks on because that would dent my freshly-painted toes. Such a dilemma. Maybe some hot stud (preferrably in a loincloth) will breathe heavily on my toes to warm them up? P.S. I know how to come up with titles to get you to click on here, don't I? (giggle) |
| 14 Comments |
| Diva Does Domestic |
| 01.26.05 (5:43 pm) [edit] |
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Diva's Method of Removing Very Large Dark Wine Stains from a Light-Colored Expensive Fabric Table-Topper 1) Cuss excessively, making up some new combinations of profanity. 1a) Glare at the cat that knocked the wine over and yell "BAD!" 1b) Cat runs over table, spreading wine further. 2) Grab the nearest fabric to try to stop the wine from continuing to spill (which incidentally, was a rather expensive sport sock which turns out not to be very absorbent) 3) Soak the fabric in cold water and curse some more. 4) Coat the stain in Zout, Spray and Wash, OxyClean Powder, and Tide. Repeatedly until it makes a multi-layer pastey concoction. 5) Let sit overnight. 6) Put the whole mess in the washing machine with another 3 capfuls of detergent, say a prayer, and let it go. 7) Adjunct prayer when washing complete, before inspecting fabric. 8) Jump up and down on sore ankle when you realize that the stain is miraculously gone. 9) Realize you need another large glass of wine to kill the pain in ankle. Where's that sippy cup I needed? What do I do with one purple sport sock? |
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| Why do you guys!!!! |
| 01.25.05 (9:22 am) [edit] |
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Here I am, minding my business, making some calls and trying to get some things off my "To-Do" list when I get a IM a few mins ago from "Ned". Bah. He's wanting to tell me about the 'amazing experience' he had with his current girlfriend over the weekend. Remember, "Ned" dumped me. Twice. If I tell him I'm not interested, do I sound bitter? If I tell him that he's better keeping it to himself, do I sound like I'm jealous? Guys, why in the world do you do shit like this? |
| 38 Comments |
| Wine in a Sippy Cup |
| 01.25.05 (8:22 am) [edit] |
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Last night I took a very long hot shower and broke out some "Shea Butter Shower Gel and Body Butter" that was an Xmas gift from my friend Deb's trip to Italy. It smells SO good that I wanted to maul myself. Seriously. This stuff rocks! Anyhoo, I've been realizing I'm getting way too tense, my jaw is really tight and I can't open it as wise as usual. So I popped open a bottle of red wine. (Recalling that study I posted last week about regular wine/beer drinking in females reduces senility!) I hate doing that because I have probably 15 bottles of wine that have been given to me as gifts and I never know if it's a REALLY good bottle of wine or a $3.99 bottle. (I usually can't tell the difference so I'd rather save the good stuff for people that can appreciate it!) I decide it's pedicure night. Sipping the wine, giving the toes some attention. I'm feeling MUCH more relaxed after 1/2 a glass. I actually doze off after 3/4 of a glass. Then I wake to a jolt because one of my cats has knocked the glass over on the table and red wine is everywhere. So much for relaxation. Spent the next couple of hours doing damage control... Next time: white wine unless I'm drinking it out of a sippy cup. For the observant, yes, I was supposed to have dinner with "L" last night but his flight from Boston got delayed (imagine that!) so it's rescheduled for this evening. |
| 13 Comments |
| Weekend Recap |
| 01.24.05 (8:16 am) [edit] |
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Weekend Recap: Yes, the Falcons lost. I'm not overly crushed about it. Regardless, there will be Superbowl parties. Don't really care who wins. I'll be watching for the commercials. My date for the football party was interesting. Nice guy. After the game, we went to his place to look at his pictures from a trip to Roatan. Ended up cooking dinner. Red Flag alert. (It deserves a posting of its own so I'll update later) I got the most wonderful gift on Saturday! My friend that gave me the fabulous foot massage last weekend (and commented how my toes are like ice cubes) presented me with one of those paraffin wax spas to dip my cold toes into. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. I wish I could have a vat of this stuff to soak in. Does anyone else have one of these? Three thumbs up! Hung out with my pal "C" on Friday. The poor soul got rear-ended the previous weekend. He was venting about dealing with her insurance and rental cars, etc. (He's 6'4 and they wanted to put him a tiny car that his head hit the ceiling and he couldn't get his knees under the dashboard! LOL) Hope everyone is digging out, staying warm and not depressed as the media is proclaiming this is the most depressing day of the year. (HUGS) - because I need 'em too! OH! Everyone have warm positive thoughts for Kate (http://chicalookate.tblog.com...) today, she's having surgery this afternoon! |
| 20 Comments |
| Do you know? |
| 01.22.05 (5:33 pm) [edit] |
| Do you know how long it takes to vacuum your house using a Dustbuster? A damn long time. |
| 20 Comments |
| The Blizzard |
| 01.22.05 (9:24 am) [edit] |
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Imagine Wayne doing that flashback hand gesture and noise *doodoo doodoo dooo* Setting: 1993. Diva is in college full time. Also working a full-time job. Also working an internship. She's a DJ at a popular radio station. Has a number of different shifts a week that she does. Since she is a morning person, she negotiated to get a speciality show in exchange for picking up the Saturday morning 6-10am slot... At 10am "Rockhole" is supposed to take over but he is also a barback at a nightclub and is notorious for hooking up with barely-legal blonde bimbos and not crawling into the station hungover until noon. So I end up covering his first 2 hours and co-hosting the last 2 hours since he's such a mess... I get to the station around 5:30am, start pulling music and cleaning up around the studio while the overnight DJ wraps up. I get on the air at 6am. Things are going on just dandy. (*Note: as cool as being a radio DJ may seem, it actually can be quite boring and lonely. Phone calls can be a diversion, but you can't pay much attention to them because you are taking readings, pulling music, pulling spots, etc. Not to mention, the number of people up at 6am on a Saturday tend to be drunk, perverts, or rather creepy for the most part.) I start getting calls from people about 45-60 mins north of Atlanta talking about getting about an inch of snow and it was still coming down. I had heard some rumblings about some snow forecasted but it rarely actually happens. Then I'm getting more and more calls about all the snow they are getting around 8am. I'm in a building with no windows. So I have no clue what is going on. My only connection to the outside world is the phone. Until the building security comes over. He asks me if I have a 4 wheel drive vehicle. I laugh. (I had a mustang convertible at the time) He said there was no way I was getting out of there unless I had a 4 wheel-drive. I look at him like "WTF?" He said "There's more than 8 inches of snow out there and it's still coming down." Shit. I live a good 30 minutes away without traffic or snow. Then the "Hotline" rings. It's the station's Programming Director (aka my boss). She tells me to stay on the air as long as I can because she can't find anyone else that can get in to take over when my shift is up. She said that she was giving me as much leverage as I wanted. The security guard advises me that he's leaving. They are leaving the building. He gives me the key to the vending machines and tells me to have fun... Remember that scene in Speed when the bus is going over the 50ft chasm on the bridge and the police escort backs off - the look on the passengers faces? Well, that's sort of how I felt. I decide that if I'm stranded on the air, that I might as well have fun. The power was out for a lot of folks, so they were listening to the radio by candlelight. I decided the theme of my show was "Go ahead FCC, shut me down. At least I'll get a ride to jail!" I broke all of our formatting rules. Played stuff that wasn't supposed to air during the day b/c it was too 'hard', played some stuff with objectionable lyrics. I played songs that broke playlists and had mini-speciality shows. I made dedications. I was losing my voice, flying on many many many cups of really bad coffee. I had offers from listeners nearby to bring me food, offer to keep me company, offers to marry me, offers to have sex on the air. I updated listeners on how many times my mother called insisting that I come home and how she was worried about me. (I wish I could have recorded them and played them on air!) When she heard me on the air recalling the latest mom-update, she quit calling. LOL How long did I stay on the air you ask? 18 hours. Only when the station engineer called to tell me the storm had knocked out power to our signal tower did I sign off. It was midnight. The snow had stopped. An Atlanta Police Dept. officer that was a listener called in to say he'd give me a lift home in his 4x4. Years later when I moved to another commerical station, I still got calls from people saying "weren't you that chick that was on the air for days on end during the blizzard?" Yep. |
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| Weekend Plans |
| 01.21.05 (9:43 am) [edit] |
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Brief weekend update... Seeing my friend "C" today. Does not count as a date in my book. We're friends... Going to a party on Sunday with "D" (who I met at the football party last weekend). The weather forecasters are still threatening snow on Sunday morning but it should be gone by the afternoon. Monday night I'm having dinner with "L". (Long interesting story - will fill ya in on that afterwards) |
| 17 Comments |
| Reader's Choice |
| 01.20.05 (6:51 pm) [edit] |
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Deciding what story to blog about next... My adventure during the blizzard of 93 or perhaps my scandalous relationship with a Brazilan co-worker and our trip to South Beach? Make your vote and I'll post it tomorrow. Update: Looks like the blizzard story is ahead in the votes. Will update this afternoon with it. I'll do the Brazilian story on Monday. Gotta go work out and shower first. 2nd Update. "C" and I are rendezvous-ing today instead of tomorrow, so I might not get to update the story until later. Sorry folks. (But now I have my Saturday free to blog or maybe stir up plans with someone else... so it's a win-win situation!) :) |
| 17 Comments |
| I had a dream... |
| 01.20.05 (10:30 am) [edit] |
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Supposed to have a dinner date tonight but just not feeling it. Called him and said that something had come up. He was cool with it. However, "Chuck" (a kiss is just a kiss) called last night. Asked if I wanted to get together this weekend. I said sure. My laptop needs help and I enjoy spending time with him. Had a strange dream last night... I was being admitted to a woman's prison. Sitting in a waiting room. I was trying to ask what was going on, what the procedures were, etc. There were some print-outs in plastic sheet covers laying around and I was sitting there casually reading over them. Meanwhile, there is a lot of drama going on with the current residents - water gun fights, lots of skirmishes, the current women trying to hassle the newbies. A woman sitting next to me, we were looking at each other with "we don't fit in here, we're educated and these women belong on the Jerry Springer Show" glances. I didn't know why I was put in the prison and I was calmly asking if someone could tell me why I was here, how long I was supposed to be there and if there was early release for good behavior. Then, some woman came over to us with a sort of cafeteria-style rolling food cart going over sample meals. Everything looked repulsive. Overcooked unidentifiable veggies. Meat that was slop and gravy. Mushy white gelataneous stuff. There were color-coded toothpick in each item and she was indicating that this meal technically failed nutritional guidelines but they try to make it work. (I think this was inspired from a convo I had with Krazedone) Then I was walking away from the prison on a gravel road. I had a feeling I had been there before with my mother - we weren't inmates or visiting anyone, but we were there on business. Deja Vu sort of feeling. As I'm walking, I'm seeing $10 and $20 bills on the road. They said that prisoners want to get rid of the evidence, so they toss the money before they get to the jail. Looking at what's going on in my life, this dream says a lot... I definitely feel imprisoned right now, I don't know why or when I'll be released. I feel like I don't belong. And I've certainly had financial issues. And the mom stuff. Oh boy... More thoughts on it later. |
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| Bearded |
| 01.19.05 (7:41 am) [edit] |
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Forgot to mention about "Mick/Mitch"... He's 42. Average looking. But he's recently grown a full beard. And it makes him look AT LEAST 15 years older. It's gray. He looks much better without it. I'd like to offer some female input. Guys, what is your feeling on it? I'd ask him when he started growing the beard and why he decided to. Then I'd ask if he'd like some honest feedback if he didn't ask me what I thought of it. Then I'd tell him that I think he looks much more handsome and more youthful without the beard... What are your thoughts? (I still wouldn't go to the hotel room with him even without the beard! LOL) |
| 16 Comments |
| Do it yourself |
| 01.19.05 (7:17 am) [edit] |
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Thought of the Day: I don't make fools of men -- most of them are do-it-yourself types. :) |
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| Cliffhanger |
| 01.19.05 (7:05 am) [edit] |
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Okay folks, sorry to leave you hanging on the cliffhanger. Have been distracted with life and haven't felt the creative juices flowing. Forgive me? To catch everyone up to speed, we'll go backwards on my most recent social encounters... I was supposed to have dinner with "C" last night, but the poor soul got rear-ended on Sunday and has a case of whiplash. I offered to go over and play nurse (not naughty nurse) but he said he was just going to pop some pain meds and sleep... We'll reschedule next week. Monday evening, I went to see "The Aviator" with (I can't remember what I named him, I think "Karl"). He wanted to pick me up at my place, but I pressed that we meet at the theater to avoid any potential romantic interludes. (Plus, he's allergic to cats and I really wasn't in the mood to do a thorough cat-dander cleaning of the house,) The movie, quite frankly, sucked. Too damn long. I don't like Leo DiCaprio either (but he has a lovely ass). Anyway, "Karl" (I think that's his name) wanted to get to the theater 35 mins before the movie started to get good seats. So the seats are staked out, he's munching on his popcorn and we're chatting. The theater is filling up. 2 mins before the actual movie starts, a man taps me on the shoulder and asks us to shift over so that they can sit next to us. Not a super-big deal to me, but apparently it irritated the hell out of "Karl". He complained about people coming in at the last minute and interrupting everyone else and blah blah blah. (Did I mention "Karl" smokes? Yech - I could smell it on him thru the movie. Made my eyes really irritated just sitting by him) So after the 11-hour movie, "Karl" gave me a hug and said he'd give me a call later that we should get together soon. (Translation: relatively uneventful evening) I like "Karl" a lot as a person, but I think he's got a problem with depression/isolation right now. Top that with the smoking and I think it's best that we remain pals. On the drive home, "Naked Massage Guy" called. Said he was in town this week after all and wanted to catch up. Again, he mentioned owing me a naked massage. I didn't say a word. (You would think that LONG silent lack of response gave him a clue last time, but apparently not!) Someone did suggest that I let him give me a massage but not let him do anything but the massage and not reciprocate in any fashion. (What do you think?) Sunday night, my friend "Marcus" invited me over. He cooked me dinner and we watched some movies. Fabulous meal. Watched Casino. I made a comment about how I had painted my toes the day before, so he wanted to see them. I ended up getting a foot massage that left me like buttah - he used to be a physical therapist. He offered for me to spend the night, but I was a good girl and went home in the freezing cold like a good girl. ("Marcus" and I are friends. But after the food and the foot massage, it was REALLY tempting to rethink things!) So... here's the funny part: Sunday, I met "Mitch" for brunch. "Mitch" was a client of mine about 5 years ago. We've stayed in touch via email and occasional emails. He lives in the same vicinity as me, so we run into each other from time to time. I got a "Merry Xmas/Happy New Year" email from him, saying we should get together for coffee or something. So, we finally got together for brunch. Met at 11:30. First place was utterly PACKED - and with LOTS of kids. (Definitely not my scene). Relocated over to another restaurant. Ended up talking about his work, what's been going on with me (and not going on). About 2:00, we both wanted something warm, so we walked over to Starbucks. Sat there talking for another 90 minutes, people-watching, etc. *Note, there has been NO physical contact at all between us other than a very brief hug when we met at 11:30. Then he says... (You are SO going to love this) "I really enjoy interacting with you. I find you mesmerizing. Let's move this over to a hotel room." I almost choked on the green tea I was sipping. I said "Wow. Um, that's a flattering offer "Mitch", but that's not really my style." He replied "Well, maybe next time?" I said "No "Mitch", not next time. I'm not in the market for a friend with benefits." He said "You wouldn't regret it." (I was trying to be nice because he's a rather gentle soul and I think that he was really stepping out on a limb to even ask me. I was trying to let him down gently.) I looked at my watch and exclaimed "Oh my! It's 4pm. I'm supposed to meet my mom in 30 minutes. I've got to get going!" Apparently, I had a post-it note on my forehead that said "Fuck Me". |
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| Where do I find them? |
| 01.17.05 (9:51 am) [edit] |
| OMG! I don't have time to update right now about my date yesterday - but you will DIE laughing!!!! This one is a classic! |
| 33 Comments |
| Quickie |
| 01.16.05 (7:12 am) [edit] |
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Quickie... Ended up going to a football party last night to watch the Falcons pummel the Rams. Yay! (As a side note, I don't think I've ever met a Rams fan. Have you? Do they exist?) I wasn't really planning to do anything last night, but got dragged to the event for a 'fix-up' there. (I felt like a f**king lab rat experiment under glass!) Gotta go do my a.m. workout, sit in my closet and get inspired for what to wear for my date with "Mick" for brunch. Will have to update on both dates later. You know there will be antics to detail! P.S. I hope the Vikings win so we can shove a horn up their... (Gasp! Did I just say that?!?!?) |
| 23 Comments |
| Therapy |
| 01.14.05 (2:49 pm) [edit] |
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I had the 'pleasure' to see a therapist this afternoon to evaluate me for my Long-Term Disability appeal. I've had to see her several times in the past 3 months. The woman is utterly clueless when it comes to counseling. (I have a degree in psychology, so I have a little understanding of things.) I sat there in the chair and stared at her clothing attire. I decided she was dressed as a bruise today. Black housecoat sort of dress with a navy sweater, navy tights (with runs in them) and some hideous black cloggy shoes. She was filling out paperwork about my claim, would ask me an occasional question and then write for five minutes. (ie, do you hear voices? I replied, only when someone is talking to me. Do you know who you are? Well, I don't think I'm Abraham Lincoln.) *This was all stuff we covered in the first session. She never looks at me, she just types into her computer (since she was filling out a form, she had to write this time). Not ONCE did she make eye contact with me at all. Meanwhile, I was trying to envision how I would make her over. (That sweater made her ass look like the Grand Canyon!) New hairstyle, different coloring, get rid of that god-awful pepto-bismal caked lipstick... Once I was done with that, I started focusing on how badly her office needed to be dusted. Then I was imagining how to re-arrange her tiny windowless office. Does this indicate how f'ing bored I was for 90 minutes? If I wasn't suicidal when I walked in, I was ready to do it by the time I left... |
| 20 Comments |
| Weekend Forecast |
| 01.14.05 (9:47 am) [edit] |
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Weekend Update... I haven't heard from Carl (the guy I met at the gas station on Sunday). Sorta bummed but perhaps he's busy or changed his mind. C'est la vie. Seeing "Kent" either tonight or tomorrow. Maybe. Not sure about him. He's a friend of a friend. Sometimes in our communications, he seems quite sweet and worthwhile. Othertimes, I get the impression he's trying to get laid. I'm thinking a Saturday lunch date would be better to feel him out. (not literally of course) I asked my friend what exactly he does for a living - he had a condo in Florida and another home here. The friend wasn't quite sure, he said it's some sort of 'consulting' and he makes piles of money. (That doesn't answer my question...) I'm having Sunday Brunch with Mick. Not sure what to say about him. Haven't formed any sort of opinion about him. And...totally odd... I got a call from a man I met on New Years Eve two years ago at the guy I was seeing's party. He lives in Dallas. He's going to be in town Sunday/Monday and wanted to know if I wanted to get together for dinner. He got my info from the guy I was seeing's brother. This guy is married! I told him that I was flattered he remembered me (I don't recall him at all and I didn't have a sip of booze that night!) but I have a policy against seeing married men. (Note to self, send scathing email to the brother that I am not into the escort business!) My mind is too nutty right now to focus on much of anything. I'm tempted to cancel them and just hibernate from the world. At least I wouldn't have to shave my legs... |
| 19 Comments |
| A Kiss is just a kiss |
| 01.11.05 (11:24 pm) [edit] |
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My friend "Chuck" called this afternoon to say he was in the area and offered to help with some computer snafus I've been having. I'm always happy to take someone up on free tech support, so I told him to come on over. We chatted about life and stuff. He's going through a divorce and has been making a major (positive) overhaul in his life. Looked at some of my dive pics (he's a diving freak too). I mentioned the 'incident' with my mother (which I haven't blogged about - same old shit). He felt my shoulders and how tense they were. I ended up getting a divine shoulder/neck rub. I felt like putty. Then he laid a smooch on me. Caught me off guard, to say the least. Regardless, it was nice. Toe-curling kiss? Wouldn't go that far. Sweet guy but it won't go anywhere. A kiss can sometimes just be a kiss. |
| 27 Comments |
| Family Drama |
| 01.11.05 (4:40 am) [edit] |
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About 10:30 last night I got a call from Houston. I thought it was my favorite Houstonian - ProducerBoy. But it wasn't... It was the cousin of my friend, Beth, that killed herself in April. She said that she had been meaning to call me and apologize for being so scattered for the memorial service (8 months later?). Anyway, we had a long talk about Beth, her estate, and her final months. Beth's two sons had cut off all ties with her more than 3 years before she committed suicide. And it broke her heart because she never got to see her grandchildren. The boys said they 'couldn't deal' with her bipolar condition. (Bullshit - that's what family is for. She was all alone - it was their father that was behind it 100%.) They returned gifts she sent to the grandchildren and kept her out of the loop. Beth redid her will and completely left her sons out of it. The boys have contested the estate, saying she wasn't lucid enough to redo her will. It's not like she left the entire estate to her dog, or to some cult - she left it to people that had been supportive in her life. The boys' father has said that he would rather eat up the estate in legal fees (which would be nil to him since he is a sr. partner at a huge law firm) than let her family and loved ones get the benefit. So they started depositions a few weeks ago. The boys couldn't answer questions like when their mother's birthday was, what her beloved dogs name was, where she went to college, etc. Then they were asked why they switched atty's and they said 'because their dad said to'. Meanwhile their father said in the deposition that he was staying completely out of the action (bullshit). I was advised that they will be calling me to give a deposition and I would be called to testify if this goes to trial. It was Beth's wish for the boys not to inherit her estate - which was sizeable - but nothing in comparison to their father. Beth's older son was my best friend for many years. He wouldn't even acknowledge me at the Memorial Service. It's a shame because those guys were amazing warm-hearted men - to see the cold heartless creatures that they have become. This must haunt them, if it doesn't, I cannot imagine. We also talked a little bit about whether Beth really intended to kill herself. I still feel in my heart that it was a cry for help to try to get her sons to mend the rift. Normally, a neighbor came over every morning to have coffee with her, but she had gotten tied up with some other stuff. This neighbor also 'covered' for Beth a lot - not letting others know how bad off she was - Beth's water had been shut off for 6 months simply because she wasn't opening her bills. She was bathing with bottled water... I miss her a lot... |
| 14 Comments |
| Naked Backrub or Two |
| 01.10.05 (6:13 pm) [edit] |
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I have been playing phone tag for about 3 weeks with a former bf. We dated about 8 years ago. He's of Cuban descent but he seems to be lacking those Cuban genes that typically leave me breathless. It ended because he took a job in Florida. Since then we have stayed in touch but after a few failed attempts to rekindle things, I gave up about 7 years ago. He moved back to Atlanta a year ago but we haven't really seen each other - he's a total horndog but has a good heart, it's just his libido gets in the way (most of the time). He's an atty with some great connections and I needed a referral from him - hence the phone tag. Anyway, I finally got in touch with him this evening. Brief chat. He's consulting now and between projects until Monday. So I suggested we do lunch. (Figured that would be safe - he's known to booty call me somewhat infrequently.) So, he asks how my trip to DC went, and I stupidly tell him a very truncated version which basically said "I'm not involved with anyone now". (I wasn't thinking...) The conversation ends with "I'll call you tomorrow to set up lunch, as I recall, I owe you a naked backrub or two." Ugh. I think from my complete silence in response to his comment, he's pretty sure my sentiments on a naked backrub from him... |
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| More from Kiltboy |
| 01.10.05 (12:31 pm) [edit] |
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ScubaDiva: how's your facial inflammation? Kiltboy: Damn !!! it's the worse it's ever been this morning ScubaDiva: Are your eyes puffy? Kiltboy: hell yeah they are puffed shut ScubaDiva: take some benedryl and see if that helps Kiltboy: ok i'll go look ScubaDiva: and don't sleep with the damn comforter anymore! Kiltboy: I'm washing everything today and mopping , and Kiltboy: it's finaly got bad enought time to do something bout it ScubaDiva: sorry you're going through this Kiltboy: and then I think you are WONDERFUL! ***Note - this is apparently, his version of 'foreplay' *** Kiltboy: oh , yeah, and when I get done , you can come collect your free pounding on the new clean sheets *** Note - Clean sheets - oh my, how could a girl resist? LOL *** ScubaDiva: free pounding? ScubaDiva: Clearly you are ill - you need to rest - you are delusional. Kiltboy: OK U got a free one coming! ScubaDiva: I think I'll pass, but thanks for the offer. Kiltboy: i have some cheep nyquill? Kiltboy: will that do? ScubaDiva: No. That won't work. Get your ass to the drugstore and get Benedryl *** And some condoms because Kiltboy, you do NOT need to reproduce! |
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| House of Love? |
| 01.10.05 (7:24 am) [edit] |
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A friend forwarded my horoscope to me this morning. I know he was trying to lift my spirits: Your love life is currently a very busy place -- and a pleasantly crowded one, too. You're entertaining four earthy, practical astrological energies in your house of love, all of them intent on getting you together with someone who's just as respectable, responsible and practical as yourself. If you're single, your chances of meeting someone you'll actually find intelligent and interesting are really, really good. If you're with someone, snuggle up and plan on spending some time alone. It's time to fall in love all over again. Wondering, does my "House of Love" have a sign in front saying "Vacancy" or perhaps "Condemned" or "Under Foreclosure"? Last time I paid attention to my horoscope, it was a pile of rubbish... I'm on horoscope strike! |
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| I got lucky! |
| 01.09.05 (2:34 pm) [edit] |
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I have had a fabulous day that has done this girl's soul good... Started off with an early 'brunch date' with someone that I always enjoy spending time with. He's not 'relationship material' but he always makes me feel wonderful. I stopped for gas on the way home and met a very cute/interesting guy. He's a writer and owns his own business on the side. He offered to buy me a cup of coffee (in the gas station). How sweet was that??? We're going to try to get together later this week. (Irony is that his name IS Carl - which I just used a pseudonym for another guy as "Karl" so I'm likely to get confused with this!!!) Then had a picnic of sorts outside, read a book in the sunshine (68 here). Laughed my ass off watching the cats get stoned on catnip and roll around in the backyard, chasing their tails and rolling down the hill. I laughed so hard I almost... It's been a good day. Those black-eyed peas must be working. Now if only the collard greens would kick in!!! |
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| Kiltboy |
| 01.06.05 (9:15 am) [edit] |
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I just had to share this IM exchange. What is it with guys being asses today??? Kiltboy is a musician that I've helped with marketing/designing his cd's, etc. I've known him for about 3 years. I saw him perform and watching his hands on the fiddle had me captivated. We became friends and I learned quickly that he's a male slut. He's constantly trying to get laid but I constantly tell him NO. This is one of those primo examples: Kiltboy says: HOWdEE ScUBa Diva ScubaDiva says: hiya Kiltboy says: LOOKS like Rain ScubaDiva says: we've had some sprinkles here ScubaDiva says: having a bad hair day as a result of the rain? Kiltboy says: u know my head is shaved Kiltboy says: ha ScubaDiva says: I know ScubaDiva says: so whatcha up to? Kiltboy says: well, I'm sleeping on on a new comforter and my face swells up at night Kiltboy says: what does that mean? ScubaDiva says: uh, that's not good ScubaDiva says: is it a down comforter? Kiltboy says: 100 per polyester ScubaDiva says: well, you might try washing it - ScubaDiva says: otherwise there are some sort of allergens involved Kiltboy says: yea, I wash before and after bed ***I laughed so hard that I almost spit my tea out my nose*** ScubaDiva says: I was referring to washing the comforter ScubaDiva says: sometimes there are dyes in there than can irritate you ScubaDiva says: or you're just a delicate flower and your skin is super sensitive Kiltboy says: lol ScubaDiva says: you might try taking some benedryl Kiltboy says: I might try taking getting naked w/u ScubaDiva says: I have no effect on allergen-related inflammation ScubaDiva says: and I think you can handle any other below-the-belt inflammation on your own stud. |
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| Good try, but no joy! |
| 01.06.05 (8:39 am) [edit] |
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On Monday, Mr. Easy Access had emailed me suggesting we get together for dinner/drinks. I told him I was open Thursday... He replied that it sounded good. I got an email from him this morning saying "What time do you want me to come over?" I replied "Just let me know where you'd like to meet" His answer... "I have a working dinner at 5:30 but would be able to come over after if you like? " My reply... "Good try stud. Not a chance in hell. If you want to meet somewhere sometime for a drink, you can try again." |
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| Oh dear... |
| 01.05.05 (8:01 am) [edit] |
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The infamous "Ned" called me a couple of times last week. Phone tag. (Is it really phone tag when you see him calling on caller ID and choose not to get it?) He called again last night. I wasn't paying attention and answered the phone without looking as to who it was... It's not that I've been avoiding talking to him per-se (although it certainly sounds like it from what I'm writing). We ended up talking for a long time. Last time I spoke to him - I guess it was mid-November - he was just starting to see another girl. I felt the slightest tinge of jealousy until he said that he didn't think it would work out with her. Turns out he's still with her but they are having problems. He said she 'betrayed' him over Xmas holidays. (I didn't really want to know the details - but the word 'betray' is pretty serious in my book.) "Ned" is a great guy. I wouldn't have dated him if he wasn't. He's someone that I would consider a friend regardless of the past. I have kept him at arm's length because I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to verify I was over him by seeing him again. Anyway, "Ned" suggested we get together for coffee and do some catching up. After our talk, I'm not sure if this is a good time for it. I have concerns that I might be feeling rather vulnerable right now and not ready to possibly open old wounds. It might be good for me. Or maybe a distraction from someone that I have had feelings for in the past might be a bad idea. Or maybe I should reconsider joining the nunnery? |
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| Airport drama |
| 01.04.05 (4:44 pm) [edit] |
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I flew back from DC this morning. I was booked on a 10am flight, but to be courteous to my host (who wanted me the hell out of town - I'm kidding!!!), I was flying on the 6:30am flight standby. The airline told me to be there 2 hours prior to the flight. (Now I am a morning person, I wake up every morning at 5am, but if you screw with my sleeping prior to 5, I am a zombie...) I was NOT in the mood to be at the airport at 4:30am as generous and kind-spirited as I am. So we get to the airport at 6am. I figured I'd work some Diva magic. The gentleman at the airline counter was an older Indian man and, well, I understood maybe 20% of what he said. First he told me I was too late. I told him that I was told by the customer service folks last night that I was already on the standby list. He was confused and thought I was booked on another airline. Finally got him to give me a boarding pass for the 6:30 flight. It was 6:05. Then thru security. Of course, I forgot and wore an underwire bra. So they had to do that whole 'body-cavity-pull-you-asi de-search' and got felt up. They re-xrayed my boots. Then they couldn't find them after they went thru the Xray. Lovely... So off I go after being reunited with my boots, hauling booty *no pun intended* in 3 inch heels to the B concourse and (of course) my gate is at the end. Supposed to be there by 6:20. They do the final boarding call - I'm still 5 gates away... But, I make it. (I'm counting the 10 min run with the suitcase and in heels as my 30 mins of cardio today...) And, they upgrade me to business class... Why? I have no clue, but who's to complain? The only thing that sucked was that they don't serve free booze until after noon on their flights. P.S. It's 7pm. I'm running a fever. Rescheduled my date. In my jammies and going to bed. If you call me tonight, I swear I will curse you and all of your future generations with uncontrollable growing nose and ear-hair. P.P.S. Congratulations to a friend who just got adopted by a sweet kitty from a local shelter who is named "Dolce". (I think Dolce's sister should be Gabana!) I hope Dolce brings much joy and comfort. |
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| Diva has landed! |
| 01.04.05 (8:48 am) [edit] |
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Well folks, the Diva has landed. I'm back home. Felines are just fine. My prediction about my mother cleaning my house was right on. Of course she had to make some silent 'commentaries' on things. She decided my vacuum was broken too and has taken it to a shop to be fixed. (It was working just dandy before I left.) Otherwise, I'm doing okay. Things have, I guess, found a resolution with my friend that I thought I was going to lose over a series of unfortunate events. The sad thing is that he is beating himself up about things when I had already come to terms, forgiven and forgotten... I've decided that I am unofficially going to re-ring in the new year on Friday. Since it didn't really go off as a stellar start to a new year, I'm doing a 're-take' and I'm having my black-eyed peas and collards as well. Still deciding who's going to be my victim, er, I mean date. (Ha ha!) Have piles of mail and calls to return. Dates lined up. Seeing "Karl" tonight for dinner. Mucho Thanks to SheSpecies and Kraze for keeping up on my blog in my absence... I think I'm going to have to go buy a new vacuum! |
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| Regret (Updated) |
| 01.02.05 (11:22 pm) [edit] |
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I'm not in a good place right now. The details don't really matter. Someone that I care about has (I feel) shut me out. We were very close (at least I thought so) and suddenly, things have taken a 180 degree turn. I can put on that Diva-bravado with that stiff-upper lip and charge on, but I don't feel that it's the best choice for me. I have been told this has 'nothing' to do with me, but in reality, I don't believe it for a second. I'm quite sad because I think this person will choose not to be a part of my life anymore. And that breaks my heart. Maybe I'm all wrong. Maybe it's because I haven't slept much in days. I don't know what to say because I feel no matter what I say, it won't matter. Why can't people cut the bullshit and not dance around things - speak straight from the heart? Am I the only one out there that would rather hear 'the brutal truth' than some answer that doesn't really answer anything at all but causes more questions? ***Now some of you may know who I'm talking about - do not start flaming the other party - okay? It doesn't solve anything... I know you guys love me and anyone that causes pain - whether intentional or not - will always be seen as 'the bad guy'. This is not that sort of situation. UPDATE: Thankfully, I was wrong. This person has surprised me. His comments about wanting to remain friends were apparently not empty statements to placate me for the rest of the trip. Will we be able to back to the friendship we had before? I dunno. Could this situation make our friendship stronger? I dunno. It's still too early to tell. What I do know is that the thought of not having him as my friend makes me feel panicky. There are not many people that I would say they have that much impact on my life. |
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| Quickie |
| 01.02.05 (2:42 am) [edit] |
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Greetings my fellow Tbloggers - This is "the real" ScubaDiva just popping her head in for a quick "Yo, sup?" I'm in D.C. still... Yesterday was beautiful - we went for a long motorcycle ride thru parts of VA, MD, and WV. I wish I had brought my digital camera along for the ride to share with you guys! I learned a few things about riding on a motorcycle: 1) Trying to get on the back of a Harley with 3inch heel boots gracefully is QUITE a challenge. 2) Helmet hair SUCKS. 3) Assume that you will only understand 20% of what the driver is saying to you when you're going 65mph. 4) If your arse is lacking in padding, you will require a good rubbing post-ride to get the feeling back in it. I can't wait to catch up on my blog reading when I get back home. Miss you guys! Diva's Dating Debacles will get back in full swing next week. The dating gods must be listening because my phone has been ringing like crazy while I've been gone. I'm getting back in the saddle and will have some amusing adventures to share... P.S. Since Tblogs are not a viable form of payment, why send me 5 billion of them? They won't help me pay my mortgage! (AHEM!) |
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| A Short Funny |
| 01.01.05 (1:29 pm) [edit] |
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Another good reason scuba diving is better than sex -- When you go down you don't have to come up for air! |
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| Happy New Year |
| 01.01.05 (12:51 pm) [edit] |
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...this is a hijack from SheSpecies. I just wanted to take a quick moment and wish a Happy 2005 to everyone out in tBLOG-land. What were you doing when 2004 became 2005?? |
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