Wednesday, August 15, 2007

All good things must come to an end...


...including this blog.
Thank you for reading, friends, and for those of you who left comments, an extra heartfelt thanks goes to you. But it's time for me to close out this blog, and so I say "adieu."

Monday, August 13, 2007

And now for the replay of last summer's heatwave/power outage....

...at least this year it was only fifteen hours instead of nearly seven days like last year! I didn't lose any food this time, but BOY am I tired after getting little sleep last night due to the kids being woken up to troop down to the basement during the storm, and then them not being able to fall back asleep, and then driving around in the car almost all day to get into airconditioning. Thank you Ameren UE for working so hard to get the power back on!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Bounce THIS, baby!


What is with the world? I go to Jakes on Main St. and find an adorable knapsack with my favorite daisies on it, take it to the sales counter, whip out my checkbook, and am haughtily told "We don't accept checks. Credit card or cash only." Well-hell-ell. So then, today I take Katie to get her hair cut at Great Clips, take out my checkbook and am told "We stopped accepting checks back in April." WHAT? Who started this conspiracy to make us use plastic??? Grr.


Olie has a mohawk.
It seems I didn't win the front row tickets to see Kenny Chesney and Sugarland. Darn. And that was my bait to get Dennis up here.
Speaking of. Boy, I'm falling again. I'm scared, though, of falling. As long as he catches me.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

"Reunited, and it feels so good...."

"..imagine my surprise, to see you here tonight..."
"if you're calling 'bout my heart, it's still yours..."

Wow. I knew Dennis was still there in my heart, but... I went to Kentucky Friday night. The idea was to surprise him fifteen minutes or so before his store closed. But I didn't see his truck parked there, so I snuck in to see if I could see him and found out he went home early cause he had a KILLER day in sales. So, I had to go to his house to surprise him, which ended up not surprising him because he looked out the kitchen window and saw my car where I had tried to hide it. But still. We threw our arms around each other and it felt so RIGHT, so safe and warm and HOME. And then he kissed me. And I realized what was missing in Doug's kisses. Not just passion, but CONNECTION.

But that's just a kiss, that's just a hug. As the weekend went on, I saw a budding new man in Dennis. I saw someone who was meeting life HEAD ON, not just riding the waves but TAKING ON THE CURRENT. And winning. He stood straighter. He walked taller. There was confidence in his voice, in his stride. There was an easygoing laughter within him that wasn't there before. He was a MAN, and, a damn sexy man at that.

I hope it's real. I hope it lasts. I'll need to see him in the long run, managing his own life apart from his family, moving forward, finding and doing what he loves. Letting God work within him. And I SOOO hope he'll make it. Because the sweeping has already begun.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A N D .......

... to top it all off, Dennis wants nothing to do with me, as well. He says it hurts too bad, he can't just be friends with me because he wants more. Which, reading between the lines, means his new girlfriend doesn't want him in contact with me. Which sucks, because I still lit up when the caller id said "Dennis Layman." Even though I was moving on, I still considered him a best friend, and hoped, deep inside, that he would conquer his demons and one day come and sweep me off my feet. And darn it, if my new Keith Urban cd doesn't have that song "Memories of Us" on it. I can't go an hour without hearing a song that makes me think about Dennis. I had thought I would at least always have him as a friend.

It seems about the only boys not rejecting me are my two kittens. The kids named them Zach and Cody. Cody keeps giving me hickies. Yep, you heard right. They are two months old, and apparently Cody misses his mom, around four or five in the am, and I will wake up to find him suckling on my earlobe, or my arm, or a few inches above my breast. I've tried throwing him to the floor, but he just comes back. At that hour, I've just finally given in and gone back to sleep, leaving him to leave little love bruises on me.

I mean, really... apart from having cat hickies, what is there about me that keeps making the boys run away? Why doesn't anyone want to date me?

Rejection sucks.

WHY are MEN such WUSSES?

I swear, men are such scaredy-cats. Doug and I had a mildly heated conversation Sunday night about pre-destination (he believes in it) and all of a sudden, Monday he gets my message that I'm free that night too late, then Tuesday he claims he had to go into an attic for one of his clients and got insulation on himself, so he couldn't stop over after the kids went to bed like he had been planning, because he had to get home and shower off the insulation, and tonight (our stable, every week Wednesday night date!) he just doesn't call.... I'm expecting a call later, claiming some other excuse. R I G H T.

Come on men! Don't claim that "I don't want to hurt her feelings" CRAP. You're gonna hurt her feelings anyway, whether outright by saying "I don't want to date anymore" or your preferred, sneaky wussy way of trying to get HER to get tired of you and your excuses. Just cut the cord, man!

What really pisses me off is not him not wanting to date me anymore, cause it was V E R Y casual...no, what pisses me off is that we were supposed to go on a float trip this weekend with friends from volleyball, and they are reserving camping sites and a larger raft for US...so by going about it this way, he is causing them to put out money on the reservation that won't be used! So because he doesn't want to DEAL with a girl's hurt feelings, he's costing other people money!

GRRRRR.

Monday, July 16, 2007

DOUG PLANTED A *REAL* ONE ON ME!

Yep, on the 6th (officially, but each date has lasted so many long hours that it feels more like 10) date, Doug ended the three date run of polite quick lip to lip kisses and slipped me some tongue. Boy, it doesn't sound as all romantic that way, huh? But it was, it was good. Slow and exploratory, not QUITE my idea of a perfect first kiss (see earlier blog) but pretty close.

And me and the kids now have TWO ADORABLE KITTENS! They were born the weekend after Mother's Day, siblings, and so cute....the kids don't know yet, I'm gonna surprise them this morning when their dad brings them home. I can't wait!

Gotta go, they'll be here soon!

Monday, July 09, 2007

Things are going well....

I finished up my summer class in photoshop/indesign, and got some really good compliments on my travel brochure from the professor. Doug and I have gone on four dates, I think, but they were LONG dates, as in July 4th, we spent 13 hours together. This past Saturday we spent 9 hours together. Doug says that his "door is closed, but unlocked." Which means, in dougspeak, that he isn't looking to date anyone else but me, but he isn't "committed" yet. Not me. I'm still in contact with a couple other guys, although I lean towards Doug.

Doug is such a gentleman. For the longest time he asked my permission to call me, and then he asked my permission to hold my hand, so I was looking forward to him asking my permission to kiss me, but the little bugger just leaned in and stole a pucker! We've only kissed twice, and they were simple little closed lips kisses, which still lends to the "gentleman" idea.

Working on the design for my kids' school t-shirts; I hope to be done by this Thursday.

And yes, I still miss Dennis. It gets better with Doug, though, the more I get to know him. But Dennis is still back there in my head, popping up all the time. It's amazing how close and knit someone can wriggle under your skin in just a few months.

Gotta go. Taking the kids swimming, and then gotta rest for my last softball game tonight.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Moving forward, but glancing behind...

Since Dennis:
I went out with David a couple times. But, didn't feel anything much, and the laughter wasn't there, so I quit him.
Then I went out with Doug a couple times, and will most likely continue to date Doug. He's very funny. Doug is 41, 6'1, owns his own business that he can kind of set his hours. He is divorced with a 12 yr. old girl and a 7 yr. old boy. We agree on important things religion wise, childrearing wise, and hate Alanis Morrisette and Sheryl Crow. He's not opposed to Buffy, although, oddly enough, he is opposed to Little House on the Prairie. Hmm.

I like him. Both dates we ended up sitting in my driveway, talking for over four hours. He's very courteous, asking my permission to call me again every time until I finally told him that he had unlimited permission to call me. I have a feeling he's the kind of guy that will ask my permission to kiss me the first time, as well.

But. Little but. I still think about Dennis. I never thought it would be hard to get over someone when I was the one breaking it off. Getting over Dennis is harder, it feels, than it was going through my divorce. Of course, with that, I slowly hardened my heart over five years, with every lie from Brad nailing another nail into the coffin of our relationship.

But Dennis. Everytime I hear "Remember When" on the country station, I think of him. Part of me likes to dream that he really will change his thinking, and come to me in a couple of years a renewed man with a future, and sweep me off my feet. The rest of me HATES it when that part dreams, because, statistics wise, I'd be better off dreaming of being hit by lightening. Not that that would be a good dream, but you get the idea.

And so I move on. But dream, sometimes literally, of Dennis. And while we're on the topic, what is with the "D" guys I'm dating? First there was Dan, then David, then Dennis, then another David, and now Doug. Another "hmmm."

Friday, June 15, 2007

KISSING 101

I just read a section in my book where it says "he pulls me to him and slowly, VERY slowly, kisses me again and again." Sigh. Guys, men, those of the male persuasion: LISTEN UP!

THE FIRST KISS: A girl doesn't want a hard, crushing kiss to be her first taste of your lips. She doesn't want to feel your passion. She wants to feel your wonderment (is that a word?), your AWE, your "I-can't-believe-I'm-kissing-her" feelings toward her. Look her in the eye. Then look down at her lips. Then back into her eyes as you bend towards her....slowly. Then back to the lips. Take one hand, or both, and cup her chin or the sides of her face...SOFTLY. Then...THEN... and this is IMPORTANT...kiss just one lip! Bottom or top, and make it off-center. Then gently open your lips slightly and catch her lip between yours. Continue to EXPLORE and MEMORIZE her lips with yours, SLOWLY SLOWLY SLOWLY. Keep that tongue inside your mouth, unless it's to LIGHTLY lick the corner of her lips. And...

Break the kiss. No tongue to tongue action yet! Break the kiss, raise your head slightly and look her in the eyes again, then bend down for kissing section #2: more of the above, but a little more quick. A little more urgent. A little tongue action is now ok.


AND EQUALLY IMPORTANT: No matter how long you've been together, dating, even married, know that SHE WANTS TO BE KISSED LIKE THIS AGAIN! So, occasionally, fall in love with kissing her for the first time...again.