Wow, I havent logged into Blogger in years!

Funny going back and reading these old posts! 

Friday Facts:

• 6:30 am: Step out of the shower, get dressed, do hair and makeup.  Walk into the hall way and step in...  poo.  In...my barefeet.  (Someones in trouble!  And it better be one of the dogs!
• 6:45 am: Decide at the last minute that I should go to the batting cages during lunch.  Scramble to get my shoes, bat and... oh shit, I lost my batting gloves!  Major crisis, search the house - nothing
• 7:45 am: Late to work
• 9:45 am: Potty break.  Discover I put my underwear on inside out.
 

Itinerary for the rest of the day;

• Get Drunk

This past week I …

• Met an exceptionally well mannered man

• Broke my dating rule

• Went on 2 amazing dates
Here is where things take a different turn…

• Found out that that he has mad baby mama drama

• The mad baby mama stole my number out of his phone

• Mad baby mama called me and hung up and also texted me

• Mad baby mama got real jealous of our two dates and then re-professed her undying love for him (even after a year of separation from him)

• Exceptionally well mannered man returned to his mad baby mama to try and reunite their happy little psychotic family



I am cursed. Cursed I tell you!!!

What are the chances???

What are the chances....that you go to the bar with your girlfriend with high hopes of hanging out with a really cool guy that you like - and he likes you.  And then finding out that he asks for your girlfriends number when your in the bathroom.  And even further...they realize the met once two years ago in this very same bar and recall what they are wearing and everything they said to each other and within one week have "very strong feelins for each other".

I know. I know!  I'm on a boyfriend ban and none of this matters.  Quit rubbing it in.

Just sayin...that hurts a little. 

What the ...

What is up with people who say "I'm sorry you feel that way".  Thats some bullshit if you ask me.  Its an underhanded insult.    It means "I'm not sorry for what I did"...just "sorry that you called me out on it?"

Thats all. 

Loving on it

• I watched the movie Julie & Julia....  LOVED IT.  It made me remember what I went to culinary school for.  I miss cooking and I really miss my food blog - maybe one day I will resurrect it.

• I'm getting this dresser for my birthday (in 2 weeks!!) - I have been eying it up for a few months now at IKEA.  I love the four small square drawers...I want to separate my thongs from my granny panties delicates and my socks and use one of the drawers to customize my jewelry since I cant find a jewelry box big enough.  Haha, nothing makes me more happier than organizing!

• My newest family member Angela.  My cousin Karen and her husband Adam (who lost their little boy to Mitochondiral disease) have adopted her (still in processing so we cant show her face).  Angela has Cerebral Palsy and Cortical  Blindness.  God do I love this little girl!  I just love interacting with her - she loves to be held and rough housed.  She likes to spin and bounce and loves kisses.  She is just so special and warms my heart in every way.  You can always follow their story at www.gavinowens.com. 

Something to prove

Okay, so I as I mentioned in my last post - I broke things of with my BF.  Since then I've made the decision to stay single for 6 months.  Wait.  Did I just say six?  Let me see thats...April, May, June.... OMG, that is until September.

I just think that I might be relationship dependent.  As long as I can remember I've been in a relationship...I married young and wasted a ton of time there.  Then out of the last year, I've been in a relationship for the past 9  months.  And the whole time I had been silently freaking out inside about being in that relationship.  Dont get me wrong, I loved my BF...I cant speak a bad word about  him.  But...I just felt it was time for me to be alone.  (he has called that a load of BS and it hasnt ended well since then)  But anywho....

I feel like I need to prove to myself that I can be alone and be happy.  You know be an independent single lady;

Let the boyfriend ban begin!