So, my parents are here for the weekend, and I am overjoyed. I never really realize how nice it is not to be the only person in the house who doesn't think "I know you are, but what am I?" is astute rhetoric until others are here. Then, instead of being outnumbered by my children, I suddenly have reinforcements. Of course, then the kids have an audience, too. So there is still a fair amount of burping at the dinner table. But at least my urge to make them wear their dinner plates as hats is somewhat lessened. After not having seen each other for months, it's only natural that we would stay...
Today Otto and I were talking and he told me about a friend of his who'd just broken up with his girlfriend. They were in a long-distance relationship and we all know how much those can suck. Apparently the woman is ready to commit, and the man is... less so. But---as often happens---the man is now wracked with ambivalence, and turned to Otto for advice. I was about to crack the obvious joke about someone coming to him for relationship advice, but he beat me to it. After some kidding around, he told me he'd really had to think long and hard about what to say. His friend was struggling and...
I was thinking that I may need a new category name here, soon. I mean, now that I am actually spending more time with Otto than with the television. People, I have shows on the DVR that I haven't even bothered to glance at. Either I am in love or I am dying. Personally, I'm hoping for the former. Oh, there are things to tell about the weekend, but I am too tired to tell it all tonight. Tonight you'll get little more from me than "Weekend good. Like Otto. Have fun. Need more sleep." Of course that won't stop me from saying exactly that in the most verbose way possible, anyway. I am nothing if...
Or, no good can possibly come of this.... I am beginning to realize that I have a thing for men who view everything as a challenge to be conquered. Now, a certain amount of pioneer spirit, I admire. I do. But I also think there's nothing wrong (or unmanly) about admitting limitations. Clearly I feel this way because I do not have a Y chromosome. Tonight Otto drew a line in the figurative sand and the game could've been on, if only I could've stopped laughing. Really, this is all YOUR fault. Yes, you! I posted about my adventures in shopping for king size linens and several people insisted...
I can't decide if he's longsuffering or just not very bright. (I'm kidding!) And for the record, he's not available. He wanted me to tell you that. That's true even if you didn't scare him, which you did. Otto: Your readers, they kind of freak me out ... just so you know. B-) Mir: why? Mir: and good morning :) Otto: I feel like I'm getting propositioned ... Otto: Good morning to you, too. Mir: You are. Otto: There's been like four of them that have said they're interested if I become free. Mir: Because you are Otto, giver of blue orchids. Otto: And someone needs to tell them I have no...
Guess what? It's time once again for Love Thursday. Several of you have asked for this picture already, and I have to confess as to why I haven't posted it earlier: My camera sucks. My baby, my SLR, has been broken and gone for repair for a loooong time, and my point-and-shoot is more of a point-and-blur. And I hate to post a photo that doesn't do the subject justice, but this is the best I can do right now. Anyway. Here's my contribution for this week: The now-famous blue birthday orchids from Otto.
In the comments on the previous post, someone asked if I am, indeed, dating. Of course, I'm not certain if that person was asking if I was dating or if I was airquotes, nudgenudge winkwink DAAAAATING, so I'm not quite sure how to answer. As for the former---it depends on how you define dating; and as for the latter; oh look! Something SHINY! But I CAN tell you that today my membership to geeFlarmony expired. Isn't that sad? It is sad. 6 months, no results. Unless you want to count TED. Ted and I were matched just this weekend! While I was away! And in the time it took for me to 1) access the...
I'm just sitting here thinking that I may need a new name for my pseudo-dating category. But that would require more thought than I'm willing to expend right now. Time! Time is at a premium! There are a million things to be done and never enough time in which to do them. Why waste precious minutes renaming a blog category when I could be... trying to pry open my windows. (Once upon a time, someone painted all of my windows shut. I would like to hunt that person down and use his tibia to bang against the window frame every time I have to try to unstick things just to get a little bit of fresh...
As I mentioned in passing in this post, in the midst of the UNBRIDLED JOY of having a private pond right here in the house for my convenience, geeFlarmony got off its collective ass and sent me a match. A match with a man who didn't know if he was black or white, in fact. And so he was dubbed Whitey McBrother, based upon his picture (white) and his statistics (black). And I knew, pretty much right from that fateful start with his conflicted self, that this wasn't going to go anywhere. I probably should've just closed the match and moved on. But I was in need of some distraction. And some...
