Let it rain!!

Well, folks...all 3 of you that follow....the drought is over!! I have met the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with!!! I'll have to change the name of my blog and I'll have to remember to post! I've been a failure when it comes to posting. I'm going to think on a new blog name... I'm sure I'll get back just as quickly as I have been at posting...

update from the worst blogger ever!!

That's right, I'll admit it! No shame, well a little. The drought is still on... not much to say on that. I have had a lot going on otherwise but its not something that can be posted.

Though the drought is in full gear I have met some interesting people recently. My job allows me to meet quite a few interesting people. I guess that's one of the reason's I enjoy what I do. No not the whole collecting urine part, which is not all I do, but helping people. If you keep your mouth shut people will tell you a lot. I guess they feel a closeness since you're holding their bodily function in your hand. I don't see it that way and recently had to tell a man he needed to keep that bit of info to himself. The conversation went like this:

me: I need you to empty your pockets (standard protocol in drug testing0

him: (while emptying his pockets there was a condom wrapper) Well, I had to get here somehow. I don't have any money. ya know.

me: (looking at him, like what?? I hadn't paid attention until he made that statement and then I saw the wrapper with big bold letters) ummmm...yeah, that's more than I need to know.

him: times are hard, you gotta do what ya gotta do, right?

me: really, that's more than I EVER need to know.

him: I'm just kidding. I got money. I want to be a professional gambler. I just lost $10,000. I just need $1000 and I'm back at the table. I've just got to do this cause I got a big house, big car, and 2 daughters I have to pay for their school.

me: ok

him: Ya know what I'm sayin. I own my own truck and all and I'm waitin on money from it but until I get that $1000 I've got to work.

me: ok

He then proceeds to tell me the flaws in our system of performing the collection. Yes, you better believe I set him straight. I've been in this business for almost 10 years, I know what I'm doing. In my line of business you are guilty until proven innocent.

This is what I walked away from that conversation with:

1. what an idiot.

2. which was the truth: 1. sex for travel or 2. professional gambler.

3. do I care what the truth really is??

4. I do not believe a word he said as he had to tell everyone who would listen or pretend to listen about his house, car and that he use to be a nurse. I forgot that one...

5. seriously...

That my friends is the adventure of the day.

Oh what a night...late night at Children's ER

The title alone gets your attention if you've ever been to Children's Hospital ER. I went rode with my aunt, her daughter in-law and granddaughter to the ER Sat. night. I've never been so this was an experience for me. Sadiebug is alright and home but the 4 hours there gave me some great material. I can't make this up.

First the tirage nurse was a huge butt (keeping it as clean as possible). Sadie got sick when we walked in and he was just a jerk. We told him 2x there was a mess on the floor and he didn't seem to care. He didn't even answer me when I asked where the bathroom was a lady in the waiting room told me. It did turn out to be a good thing she got sick as they took her back immediatly. Since there can only be 2 adults back there at a time, I sent my aunt on back which left me to people watch. I love to people watch, not engage in any conversation just watch. I never knew you could see so much at an ER. First up the rednecks: Now I totally understand that if you are taking your child to the ER you've more than likely scooped them up and left but when it's freezing outside change out of your husbands boxer shorts or put sweat pants on over them. Your child's small blanket is not going to cover you. You are going to be there for a while. The husband wanted everyone to know what he was saying as he spoke so loud. No one cares keep it to yourself. Next up: bringing your entire family, extended cousins included, to the ER. One family had atleast 15 members in attendance including 2 boys around 5 or 6. Their momma looked ready to hit the clubs later. While I was in the bathroom washing Sadie's jacket, I didn't shut the door completely only to have one of the boys enter and shut the door leaving us in there together. I was like hold up, I'm not going to be shut up in a bathroom with a child I don't know! So i go and open the door and he tells me he just wants to wash his hands. I'm getting out of there as fast as I can with a soaking wet jacket. A member of his family comes over and through her gritted teeth tells him to come on. Whew! 3rd: The ER is strictly for emergencies, if your child would rather be up running around playing then you might not need to be there. Example: A lady and her 3 children. I do not know which child she was there for but they were all wanting to run around and it's going on 10pm. She even told one to "sit your ass down" and let me tell you he did. 4th: Chatty Cathy. No one but the toothless friend with you cares that your husband didn't want to come with you. The ER is not therapy. This lady moved on from person to person like this was happy hour! The lady with the 3 kids just couldn't shake her! She also wanted everyone to know her business. She spoke to the entire waiting room when she talked. It was scary to know she had reproduced. For the longest time I didn't know who the mommy was and thought maybe the baby had 2 mommies. She drove me nuts!! I finally did what the man that was sitting next to her did, close my eyes. I thought maybe I can tune her out. I heard about how she was so glad she didn't have to put him in daycare especially at____ cause of what they did to her. The would hit you with a wooden spoon and deny it if asked. I heard about her baby's sleeping schedule. I was so close to telling her to shut up when it was time for us to leave. It was about to get real ugly!

The ER is not a place you really make friends. There is sickness and worried parents that are focused on their child. Leave them alone!!

Whew! What a weekend. I know I've left some out. I'll have to come back to them as I remember.

Happy reading! I'm off my soap box!

Wild and CRAZY Friday night for a single gal

I tell you...it's hard being a single gal... I can find entertainment in the simplest things. For instance, a trip to the local Wal-Mart. I do not like going to the one closest to me but had to on this lovely Friday night. As I am standing in line to pick up my prescription and reading a trash magazine someone had discarded, I hear this loud voice behind me. I know she had to be loud as my ears were stopped up at the time. I tried to ignore her but it was just too hard. I turned around and come face to face with Alabama's version of Beth Chapman, Dog the Bounty Hunter's wife. She was decked out in, well, I'm not really sure how to describe it but I'll try. Some sort of combat boots with her knit pants tucked into them, a sweat shirt (I'm sure it was either an Alabama or Auburn) and covered in gold, as in jewelry. She put Mr. T to shame! It was a train wreck I could not look away from. Rings on every finger and at least 20 chains. I was in awe! Then I heard "next", which was me and I had to move on and pick up my Rx. She left me with a lot of questions: 1. does your neck hurt? 2. how long does it take you to put all of that on or do you just never take it off? 3. If you never take the jewels off how do you sleep without getting chocked? The list goes on...

I moved on and went to the grocery side and low and behold there she is again. Was this fate telling me I should ask all these questions? I don't think so as I was not about to get jumped in Wally World. She did seem to match the others in her party so I figured it was her normal attire.

I made my way to the check with an ever so friendly cashier and look up to see the best mullet I've ever seen on a gay man. Make that the only mullet I've seen on a gay man. Major business in the front but oh the party in the back!! He works there so I can now see it any time I want. I thought to myself a trip to Wal-Mart doesn't get any better but I spoke to soon. When I'm leaving I'm scanning the crowd and see the BIGGEST hair I've seen since 1985. My thoughts are that she's getting ready for Halloween but then I thought no, her perm fried hair is well, how she wears it. I saw her hair a good 5 min before I saw her. Good times, good times.

I've got to start getting pictures to go along with all of the sightings I keep seeing. I don't want to make it so obvious that I'm taking their picture. I promise to work on it.

Whew!!! Close Call!!

In an attempt to knock the dust off my dating life, I almost made a HUGE mistake! That's right folks... out with an ex. I know, I know....there's nothing anyone can say that I have not said to myself. I don't know what had gotten into me. Could have been the cobwebs all around my dating life, boredom, I don't know. Needless to say, this little thing I call a blog helped remedy the situation. I don't ever go back and reread what I've wrote. Once it's down on paper, I mean posted on the web, it's there to stay. Here's how it went...

I can't remember which story he was from, which makes this SOOO much more worse (is that possible), but yes, he was a dating post. He found me on FB. Sent me a friend request. I pondered on should I accept the the friend request. I did and BAM I find an email from him and he sends an instant message. I do not know what is going through his head nor mine as a matter of fact. Just casual chatting back and forth then he throws his phone #'s out there. I was not going to call him. He said he had tried to call my house phone but it's disconnected. Yeah, no one called me on it so I didn't see the need for the expense. I remember from dating him that was him giving me his #'s was his way of asking for mine...so with utter regret I gave him my cell. He called and we had a very casual chat for about 30 minutes. Still not sure what's going on.... my curiosity is up...the next day, sees me on FB and chats away and asks if I would like to go out. Mind you this was not on the phone but through chat...1st clue he hasn't changed one single bit. I said sure, yes a glutton for punishment, he throws some things out there. I suggest dinner as I am not going down the same road as before and wanted to talk. He comes back with The Comedy Club-Henry Cho. My thought- I've heard Henry Cho is funny. I can say my peace after the show. Very selfish of me, I know. I would be able to see for myself if he had changed. He then tells me i can call him if I want to the next night. Seriously, I know at this point I'm being an idiot for even talking to him but I'm not going to call him. Told him I had dinner club, which I did. I began feeling very nauseous and wondering how I was going to get out of this. I decided long ago to not live my life with regrets, yet here I am. I do not hear from him until Friday night when I'm on FB. Yep, sends a message, wanting to know if we're still on for Sat. night. With a heavy sigh-yes. Long pause....he comes back and says he read my blog and never mind about going out, that he didn't know he was that bad and he's sorry. I do not know at first how to respond as this is typed words and it can be hard to decipher at times. My response was: that's in the past, I don't know who you are today. He's response. I guess. THEN types- well since I've paid for the tickets I'm big enough of a man to still go if you want, so I'll see you at 7. What? At this moment CLARITY hit me like a ton of bricks! No I'm not ok!! So I said that I wasn't sure if I was as I wasn't sure why after all this time he wanted to see me. His response: I'll sell them or see if I can cancel them. My response: can you answer that? why do you? He went off line at this point.

With my new found clarity I removed him from my friend list and blocked him. I am not the same girl I once was and will start my cat collection to become the crazy old cat lady. I will not go down that road....traveled once before, not again...

In a drought...

Tis the season of the drought. No not the weather but my dating life. Very long dry spell...not sure how long it will continue, hopefully not too much longer. This dry spell makes me the worst blogger out there. I do continue to get offers of setting me up with people but they never seem to pan out. I guess it's a sign. Who knows? I think I might have to change my blog to: What not to wear, sightings of Birmingham. Lately that is the only material I have. Seeing some of the outfits I've seen lately have made me wonder if these people do not have friends or significant others. They should have been stopped before they left the house. Then again I would not have material. I do have some thoughts I'd like to post but they aren't for the faint of heart and only those that get my crude humor would get it. I'd hate to change the opinion people have of me well those I care about. When I do I'll put a warning on it. Personally, I find it very funny but some might not...wait this is my blog, they don't have to read it if they don't want...this is the country of free speech, for now...off my soap box...

Back to the subject at hand. I guess it's time to get back on these dating sites to find some new material. There are certain things I won't do even for a great story. So no dating 60 year old men that have 6 children and want more. ooohhh just thought of another entry...

Look for more humor in this life of a single gal soon...

TLo

why do people make life hard?

Normally I stick to funny happens but this time I just have to vent...  I don't get it.  You help people and help them yet they think that it's appropriate to talk to you any way they want.  I was not raised that way nor will I tolerate being spoken to in that manner.  Then when you call them out on lies...makes them squirm and it always seems to be someone else's fault.  Own up!  We are human and we all screw up, but to not break the cycle and continue doing the same things is well...unacceptable.  As a child you don't have the choice in how you are raised but when you become and adult YOU have to decide am I going to live in the past or am I going to make my life the best it can be.  Why would you not want to?  I do not want my past to define me nor will I let it.  It is exactly that, past.  There is always someone else that has things worse than me.  You have to make the best of the life you have.  Would I have chosen to lose my sister 3 weeks after she gave birth to the child she struggled so long for? NO.  Would I have chosen for my dad to walk into the emergency room one day and be gone the next.  NO.  We are not promised the next breath so make the best of it.  Are there days when all I want to do is cry, absolutely.  Sometimes I do.  Does it mean that I have permission to mope around, woe is me.  NO, I am here for a purpose and a reason  and until my last breath I will LIVE.  I will do my best even if it means owning up to things I have done wrong and saying I'm sorry to people I have hurt.  I don't get people that think the world owes them something.  The world owes you nothing.    I WILL make sure to the best of my ability that the ones I love are taken care of and not make any excuses for doing so nor will I stop.

Whew!  I feel better!