Hooray! There's an end to CRAPPY MONDAY-DAY !
I've had such a BLAH day. Too much paperwork and phonecalls and errands and borish challenges. But all that will end tonight at 9:30 p.m. EST because the boys are back! Hooray!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
oh, there goes my hip. . .
Well, maybe several bones to pick, but for today, just one bone.
Today, I choose the hip bone. . .n e v e r m i n d.
So, as you know, I wanted to dip my toe into the on-line dating scene but ended up being tossed in the deep end while still wearing all my clothes, my shoes, my watch, and my cell phone was in my pocket . . .
But was that it?
Did they make it up to me with warm fuzzys? (fuzzies?)
NO!
They had to add insult to injury with their pop-up advertisement for . . .
A POWER CHAIR . . . seriously ?
I feel so much better about the whole on-line dating issue now.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
*subtly: difficult to understand or perceive
So, I let my family members know that I've started this blog.
Since my parents, three siblings, and the 15 nieces and nephews live in New Hampshire, Vermont, Missouri, South Carolina,(and Georgia), we use the Internet for frequent discussions/banter/news.
I received the following email from an undisclosed relative today:
Since my parents, three siblings, and the 15 nieces and nephews live in New Hampshire, Vermont, Missouri, South Carolina,(and Georgia), we use the Internet for frequent discussions/banter/news.
I received the following email from an undisclosed relative today:
No offense, but I don't find anyone's blog interesting. I read through a few paragraphs, to be polite. I don't want to know every thought that goes through a person's mind. That's journaling and it used to be done as an introspective exercise to gain a deeper insight into one's self. Privately. Without editing or fear of having it resurface years later at a most inopportune moment. Blogs are just deadly boring to me.
I'm starting to get the feeling that this relative of mine just does not like blogs.
What is your impression?
It's hard to discern because of all the *subtly.
I've stared at it over and over searching for the true meaning and trying to read between the lines and figure out just where he/she stands on this issue because I'm feeling like this may be an important issue for him/her.
That's the thing about FAMILY. . .
They love ya so much that they guard their tongues at the risk of being misunderstood.
God Bless Family! Everyone!
Monday, September 21, 2009
the elephant in the room
aw geez. . . I've been lamenting about this all day. Do I mention it in my blog? Do I really want my friends and family to find out? BUT, how can I blog properly if I can't talk about the elephant in the room? This is tough. O.K. So, friends and family, you can tune out and be spared. . . go on.
Still here? Well, the fact is. . . I've dipped my proverbial toe into the on-line dating waters.
So, being a logophile (verbivore, verbiphage), I hemmed and hawed, and tweaked and edited my profile for two days. I was quite unaware that one can not really just dip one's toes into this particular website, oh no! Once questions are answered and choices are clicked, YOU ARE OUT THERE for all the world to see. You don't even have to pay for a membership. You are matched. I immediately had 14 matches, and when I signed into my email account this morning, I had messages from said website that I had two photo nudges and 8 more matches.
Three matches closed me out because I did not post a picture.
Geez. . . isn't there somewhere I could click a box for "Dipping one's toe in the water. I'll look for a photo once I decide what the hell I'm gonna do. The battery in my digital camera is dead and I don't know in what box the photo albums are located."
Obviously, some people have too many better options that to wait around for a photo from me.
Was I that uninteresting? Was my profile just too rough around the edges? Was it because when listing attributes my friends would use to describe me, I chose: overbearing, opinionated, lazy, selfish and fat?
Just kidding...I didn't put lazy!
I don't think I'm ready for this on-line dating thing. I think I would like to be a bystander and watch other people's account first. This is making me a bit crazy. I hate the whole rejection with the click of a button. Sure it beats telling someone to their face, but it's rejection nonetheless. Do you think it gets easier? This has been difficult for me and I haven't even opened any lines of communication yet.
Two guys have clicked my account saying they want to open communications, but they just don't seem to be what I'm looking for. Should I close them off now? Should I chat with them a bit even though I'm really not interested in talking with them at all? That sounds like drudgery.
I have rejected nine matches so far. (I'm practicing) Two I rejected because of the creep factor. Two I rejected because they just didn't put themselves out there with any real information. The rest were just not a good match for me. They spent their free time fishing and playing golf or something like that. Nothing wrong with fishing and golf, but they need to find a woman that wants to join them while they fish and golf and it's not me.
I found the AC adapter for my digital camera after figuring out that the USB cable to the computer doesn't charge a digital camera like an ipod. Gosh, when was the last time I charged this thing that I don't even remember an AC plug? Anyway, I took about 700 pictures of me in about four different outfits and posted three pictures. Yes, I'm so incredibly photogenic that it takes 700 pictures to find three remotely not gross ones.
I'm going to have to take Tylenol PM tonight so I can stop thinking about rejection.
Still here? Well, the fact is. . . I've dipped my proverbial toe into the on-line dating waters.
So, being a logophile (verbivore, verbiphage), I hemmed and hawed, and tweaked and edited my profile for two days. I was quite unaware that one can not really just dip one's toes into this particular website, oh no! Once questions are answered and choices are clicked, YOU ARE OUT THERE for all the world to see. You don't even have to pay for a membership. You are matched. I immediately had 14 matches, and when I signed into my email account this morning, I had messages from said website that I had two photo nudges and 8 more matches.
Three matches closed me out because I did not post a picture.
Geez. . . isn't there somewhere I could click a box for "Dipping one's toe in the water. I'll look for a photo once I decide what the hell I'm gonna do. The battery in my digital camera is dead and I don't know in what box the photo albums are located."
Obviously, some people have too many better options that to wait around for a photo from me.
Was I that uninteresting? Was my profile just too rough around the edges? Was it because when listing attributes my friends would use to describe me, I chose: overbearing, opinionated, lazy, selfish and fat?
Just kidding...I didn't put lazy!
I don't think I'm ready for this on-line dating thing. I think I would like to be a bystander and watch other people's account first. This is making me a bit crazy. I hate the whole rejection with the click of a button. Sure it beats telling someone to their face, but it's rejection nonetheless. Do you think it gets easier? This has been difficult for me and I haven't even opened any lines of communication yet.
Two guys have clicked my account saying they want to open communications, but they just don't seem to be what I'm looking for. Should I close them off now? Should I chat with them a bit even though I'm really not interested in talking with them at all? That sounds like drudgery.
I have rejected nine matches so far. (I'm practicing) Two I rejected because of the creep factor. Two I rejected because they just didn't put themselves out there with any real information. The rest were just not a good match for me. They spent their free time fishing and playing golf or something like that. Nothing wrong with fishing and golf, but they need to find a woman that wants to join them while they fish and golf and it's not me.
I found the AC adapter for my digital camera after figuring out that the USB cable to the computer doesn't charge a digital camera like an ipod. Gosh, when was the last time I charged this thing that I don't even remember an AC plug? Anyway, I took about 700 pictures of me in about four different outfits and posted three pictures. Yes, I'm so incredibly photogenic that it takes 700 pictures to find three remotely not gross ones.
I'm going to have to take Tylenol PM tonight so I can stop thinking about rejection.
No one ever said on-line dating was so painful!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
now I have some explaining to do
A not-so-little side note here:
My daughters have LOTS of opinions about my blog. Zexi wanted me to change the background to black...said it looked better. Then, she said she thought my username BonnieGirl (cause I'm a girl and ride a Bonneville T100) was also LAME and to change it to Sweet But Deadly.
The history of Sweet But Deadly goes back to the Gulf War and a very talented artist named Warren Trask. I was serving in the USAF during the Gulf War and was deployed to the U.A.E. We spent a LOT of time there with nothing to do for many months before the war kicked off. I think I was wandering aimlessly through tent city one day when a couple guys hollered at me from their homemade second story patio (in tent city, mind you)and invited me up for a Ritz cracker or something equally impressive...it's been too many years to remember.
Anyway, Warren and I both had daughters back home and chatted about them and shared photos, that kind of thing. We must have both worked night shift (7pm to 7am) and ended up hanging out throughout the war.
Warren was given permission to paint nose art on the F-16s. He did an incredible job and his work is still displayed in the Smithsonion Museum in Washington D.C. One day he shared an idea he had about a new piece he wanted to paint:
The head of a woman with the body of a scorpion crawling out of what looked like a hole blown in the side of an aircraft. He hemmed and hawed about needing a "model" for the work. I told him I would be flattered if he used me for the art on one condition. I wanted a wedding ring to be prominent in the art, and to make sure it doesn't make my nose look big. (Okay, that's two conditions, but I digress)
Here's the result
This was a contributing factor in me purchasing a motorcycle helmet with the graphics of a scorpion.
I treasure this nose art. I think it's a very cool piece of history. When I was about 21 years old I made a list of things I wanted to do before I died; things that would make my life more interesting not just for me, but as an old, shriveled up great-grandma sharing stories with family. Being painted on the side of an F-16 during a war wasn't on it, but I think it'll make a great story for future generations just the same.
My daughters have LOTS of opinions about my blog. Zexi wanted me to change the background to black...said it looked better. Then, she said she thought my username BonnieGirl (cause I'm a girl and ride a Bonneville T100) was also LAME and to change it to Sweet But Deadly.
The history of Sweet But Deadly goes back to the Gulf War and a very talented artist named Warren Trask. I was serving in the USAF during the Gulf War and was deployed to the U.A.E. We spent a LOT of time there with nothing to do for many months before the war kicked off. I think I was wandering aimlessly through tent city one day when a couple guys hollered at me from their homemade second story patio (in tent city, mind you)and invited me up for a Ritz cracker or something equally impressive...it's been too many years to remember.
Anyway, Warren and I both had daughters back home and chatted about them and shared photos, that kind of thing. We must have both worked night shift (7pm to 7am) and ended up hanging out throughout the war.
Warren was given permission to paint nose art on the F-16s. He did an incredible job and his work is still displayed in the Smithsonion Museum in Washington D.C. One day he shared an idea he had about a new piece he wanted to paint:
The head of a woman with the body of a scorpion crawling out of what looked like a hole blown in the side of an aircraft. He hemmed and hawed about needing a "model" for the work. I told him I would be flattered if he used me for the art on one condition. I wanted a wedding ring to be prominent in the art, and to make sure it doesn't make my nose look big. (Okay, that's two conditions, but I digress)
Here's the result
This was a contributing factor in me purchasing a motorcycle helmet with the graphics of a scorpion.
I treasure this nose art. I think it's a very cool piece of history. When I was about 21 years old I made a list of things I wanted to do before I died; things that would make my life more interesting not just for me, but as an old, shriveled up great-grandma sharing stories with family. Being painted on the side of an F-16 during a war wasn't on it, but I think it'll make a great story for future generations just the same.
out there livin' life
After weeks of having no fun whatsoever due to moving boxes, furniture, cleaning, painting, taking down old decrepit ceiling fans and hanging new ones, flooring the attic so there's a place to store childhood memorabilia, hauling the stuff to the attic, hauling stuff to Goodwill, yard work to a house that's been sitting empty for six months, and taking an on-line course. . . I finally got to go out to play today!
I have been plotting and scheming for weeks now to get my beloved bike out of the garage and go for a ride. I checked the weather.com and saw the weekend forecast was for thundershowers all weekend. HUGE disappointment. It was such a let down after passing up the opportunity last weekend to attend a fish-fry.
Well, 11:00 this morning it looked pretty good outside, so I put on my boots and my helmet and got my bike out of the garage. (Yes, I had clothes on too, and my necklace and earrings) I headed northeast to a State Park that has a beautiful lake with many beaches, a dam, viewing spots and such. Although it was late in the day to start a ride, I went ahead figuring I could learn my way around the area. Huge thunderclouds were becoming more oppressive as I traveled farther north.
It was great to be out for the day, even though one particular driving-impaired jerk decided to stop suddenly in front of me. I had to lock up my brakes, and now they're making a funny sound. shit. But looking at the silver lining: No one was in back of me.
Upon arriving home safe and dry, KC asked me if I was planning to attend a local festival today. I had forgotten all about it. I've attended these over the last two years and must say, the quality of the artisans has improved. It was delightful. I purchase all of my jewelry at these types of festivals and so I have to discipline myself to look around first, and then make one purchase. Here's my purchase from today, followed by my last two pendant purchases this year:
Zexi just told me about Photobucket.com. How cool is that! Where does the younger generation learn about this stuff? Now all I need is to get my three-in-one printer/scanner/fax machine to actually scan things for me and I'll be content.
Hhmmmm. . . what am I gonna do tomorrow?
I have been plotting and scheming for weeks now to get my beloved bike out of the garage and go for a ride. I checked the weather.com and saw the weekend forecast was for thundershowers all weekend. HUGE disappointment. It was such a let down after passing up the opportunity last weekend to attend a fish-fry.
Well, 11:00 this morning it looked pretty good outside, so I put on my boots and my helmet and got my bike out of the garage. (Yes, I had clothes on too, and my necklace and earrings) I headed northeast to a State Park that has a beautiful lake with many beaches, a dam, viewing spots and such. Although it was late in the day to start a ride, I went ahead figuring I could learn my way around the area. Huge thunderclouds were becoming more oppressive as I traveled farther north.
It was great to be out for the day, even though one particular driving-impaired jerk decided to stop suddenly in front of me. I had to lock up my brakes, and now they're making a funny sound. shit. But looking at the silver lining: No one was in back of me.
Upon arriving home safe and dry, KC asked me if I was planning to attend a local festival today. I had forgotten all about it. I've attended these over the last two years and must say, the quality of the artisans has improved. It was delightful. I purchase all of my jewelry at these types of festivals and so I have to discipline myself to look around first, and then make one purchase. Here's my purchase from today, followed by my last two pendant purchases this year:
Zexi just told me about Photobucket.com. How cool is that! Where does the younger generation learn about this stuff? Now all I need is to get my three-in-one printer/scanner/fax machine to actually scan things for me and I'll be content.
Hhmmmm. . . what am I gonna do tomorrow?
Friday, September 18, 2009
just a vagabond
I’m a vagabond girl (woman, really...but girl sounds better) who claims New Hampshire to be her stomping grounds. Currently, I live in Georgia. I have lived in eleven states and traveled around many more, have spent 10 years of my life living overseas, and thoroughly enjoyed the travel opportunities. I am a self proclaimed efficiency expert which translates to some as impatient. I have no natural musical ability, which I find depressing and incredibly unfair. I was given the organizational-skills gene. Anyone wanna trade?
I am a girly-girl. I like to dress feminine, have my hair ironed and make-up intact. I love jewelry, and am rarely without a necklace and earrings. I love Shakespeare, chic flicks and female vocalists. However, I am very self-sufficient. I fix and/or build stuff, love power tools, skeet shooting, riding my Triumph Bonneville T-100, and ice hockey. Kick-boxing intrigues me and I’d love to sign up for classes. I do not have a fear of spiders or snakes, but I can’t stand Palmetto bugs, roaches or frogs.
I am a girly-girl. I like to dress feminine, have my hair ironed and make-up intact. I love jewelry, and am rarely without a necklace and earrings. I love Shakespeare, chic flicks and female vocalists. However, I am very self-sufficient. I fix and/or build stuff, love power tools, skeet shooting, riding my Triumph Bonneville T-100, and ice hockey. Kick-boxing intrigues me and I’d love to sign up for classes. I do not have a fear of spiders or snakes, but I can’t stand Palmetto bugs, roaches or frogs.
I have read thousands of books and am always looking for a good recommendation. I am a decent cook and appreciate creative recipes. Because I was divorced this summer, I am starting back to school for a degree in Computer Engineering Technology, and have high hopes to be an A student and employed. I just moved to a new city (for me) on August 1st. Relocating to a new city has never been an intimidating thing for me, but as I get older I notice it’s more difficult to make new friends.
I have two beautiful and talented daughters, one in high school, Zexi, and one in college, KC. They both live with me and I like it that way. Zexi saw my old college ID from ages ago and said I looked like Megan Fox. Of course I like having these girls around! Sewing has been a hobby of mine, although it’s been quite a while since I’ve been creative in that department. My favorite sewing projects were making period costumes. What fun.
I love new technology and am thankful to live in a time of internet, mp3s, and cell phones. I spend more time on the computer than in front of the TV. I do not like reality shows. Seriously… vulgar, whining people??? If I wanted to see that every day I’d have been a high school teacher. There isn’t much on TV I do like, except The Big Bang Theory. Is that going to return this fall? Yes, I am a couch potato at times, but prefer BBC, period dramas, and comedy. I also am a Netflix member who rents a lot of independent films.
Today I purchased a hand-held mp3 recording device (more technology) so I can record these whirling clouds of ideas and thoughts for further blog fodder. Maybe now, I’ll be able to sleep.
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