Deepest Apologies

So I admit to being remiss in my blogging. I have been a bit busy with, well, life. Ever since I got married and retired, I have to say that I am amazed that I was able to get all of my normal things done while I was working full time!! Perhaps things have multiplied, perhaps I have slowed down off of my Disney pace, perhaps I sneak in more knitting and Sami cuddle time than before... who knows. All I do know is that I have not been blogging as much as I should and I will do what I can to rectify that but there are no guarantees I will get back in my old swing of things.

I wish everyone a safe and happy Christmas! Talk with you soon.

The Power of Frank Sinatra

So I was coming home from taking Sami to preschool and Frankie came on the radio singing "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas". I smiled inspite of myself, and who wouldn't listening to his silky voice.

Coming into my neighborhood I saw an older couple taking their morning stroll. They were around late 60ish if I had to guess. That isn't what struck me as I live in Florida, late 60ish couples are everywhere. This is what struck me ~ they were holding hands and smiling at each other.

They have probably been together for almost 50 years and outwardly appear to still be madly in love. They looked like a couple of kids and so happy to be together. He even did a cool side step so that he would be on the side of the sprinklers so she wouldn't get wet. When the sidewalk ended, he looked behind them and placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her towards the side of the street she would be protected by him against the traffic.

How wonderful it is to see that even though we are living in an age of divorce and violence, that two people whom I don't know could restore my faith that happily ever after truly does exist.

Interesting Fodder

As you know, I posted that silliness below on a Personals website out of... what really? Anyway, it appears as though in the past 24 hours I have been "viewed" 35 times, received 2 emails (though I swear one has to be from the company saying 'ha, we made you pay for it now') and compiled 4 "winks". Now let's break this down...

• 11% of the time someone thinks I am cute enough to "wink" at but not actually contact. Could it be that they are shy or perhaps to lazy too actually make honest effort to write a little note.



• Are the emails sitting in my Inbox real or perhaps is it a way to make this poor little girl pay them money for their service?



• I seem to collect older men, roughly an average age of 38, that range from 35 to 42... which to me just says what I have thought all along ~ younger men are just out to laid.



• I also seem to collect men who are about 6' tall (which is good for me) and a bit on the stocker side (also okay with since they are more like teddy bears... although The Rock is not someone I would throw away should he show up).

What does all of it mean? What am I supposed to do with all of this now? Do I pay money for one of their limited amounts of time and actually attempt this fodder which scares me to death? Sometimes being analytical and a bit anal does not help...

Last Resort... or Lost Mind...

So I was telling my tale of whoa to a girlfriend of mine and she suggested to sign up for this site called "Match.com"... Dr. Phil's site... you're kidding right? She swears that there are no psychos on there and that everyone has to have thier "portrait" and pictures approved before it will even go on the site. It's free unless you want to actually email and then there is a monthly fee.



Guess what... I said what the heck and went for it. No laughing, because seriously, where am I going to meet someone with the crazy schedule and life I lead... and what can it hurt? So do you know what I posted in my "portrait"? My letter to Santa!! Oh, and I added a post script... Here, read it. I picked it up right where I sign it:



"Thank you, Santa. Be sure to find the extra special home made cookies on the entry table... I made them just for you.

Love,

Amy



P.S.



Here is what you can tell him he can expect from me. I am a good semi-old fashioned Southern girl next door. I know how a lady is supposed to act and conduct myself accordingly. This doesn't mean I am not up for a game of touch football in the backyard after a good cook out. Count me in with my jeans, ponytail and ballcap ready to go! I also know that if you tell me we are fixing to go somewhere, I can be ready in about 10 minutes. I don't need to "put on my face" because God gave me one that works pretty well and doesn't need to have a bunch of goo slapped on it to make it presentable. If I ever do wear make-up, you really can't tell... and isn't that the point? I love to wear skirts and 3" heels but I have an even greater love of wandering around barefoot. I know how to treat a man the way he needs and wants to be treated, in all areas.



I am comfortable with who I am and where I am in life. I have been single for three years and where it does have it's advantages, I am ready to find the love of my life. I am ready to settle down and build a lasting relationship. My parents are great role models since they have been happily married for almost 40 years. They still hold hands, my mom is still the sexiest thing my dad has ever laid eyes on, he is still my mom's hero and she giggles like a school girl when they whisper together in the kitchen. That is what I want... do you?"



What do you think? I figured I would try anything once...

What's Up With That?

So here is the deal... I had that date the other night, right. Well I just received an IM from Jeff that said he was there but not (been showing offline for a few days) since he had some things that he had to take care of before he goes to work tomorrow. He also said that he wasn't sure where things were going to go with us be he wanted to be friends. Plus, he met someone the other night and he wants to see where it goes. Horrible timing but things happen. All of that in an IM... can you believe it.

Here is my take on it... one simple fact rules the deal. The fact that I wouldn't have sex with him on the first date! Trust me, that has to be it because he said that he had a great time and that I was the cutest thing ever. All things were great but when I shot him down and said "not yet" he went out the next day and found someone who would sleep with him... now he wants to see how it progresses.

Perhaps I am too old fashioned, or perhaps I am too Southern to date Yankees with no morals. I don't know but when did it become the norm to have sex within a few hours of meeting people. Don't relationships start with getting to know people, building solid foundations and letting things grow from there? I didn't know it started with meaningless sex and then you see if you are compatable.

I guess if that is the new way things are done, I will die old and alone. There will never be another relationship for me since I refuse to do things in that order... and that to me is very sad.

Rocking the Boredom Scene

So yeah, I'm bored out of my mind... and broke beyond words. I have enough money to get gas in my car to last me (I pray) until payday on Thursday... that is what we call EPCOT (Every Paycheck Comes On Thursday)... because we are all so broke and live paycheck to paycheck.

I am torn between behaving or going to take my little bit of money and treating myself to the movies. I really want to see "Dan in Real Life". It looks flipping hilarious... knowing me, I'll be right here doing nothing but checking work email when I should be having fun.

I have no idea why I am in a funk. Actually, I do but is it something that I really want to blog about to the entire world? Perhaps later tonight, when I feel like I am the only one in the world still awake... perhaps then, but not now.