Next up, a little quality time with Jon Bon Jovi

Well, I've been home and sleeping in my own bed for almost 10 days.  Must be time for another trip!  This time, off to Dallas for girl's weekend/Bon Jovi concert with Whiplash and Smalls, my two favorite foreigners, btw!  Since last post, helped sis move to Charlotte and attended the funeral of my first fiance's wife (and a high school friend of mine).  Sad to lose someone so young.  On a lighter note, ex-fiance looks EXACTLY the same.  How is that possible???
I am planning on attacking the dating scene head-on upon return from this latest adventure.  Had lunch with "T" earlier this week, should have set-up with architect this month, have given up on ever meeting mysterious "K".  Have dismissed creepy foot-fetishist, have another in the works.  Former Marine ~ yummy!  I love that clean-cut, all-American look!!! 
Back in a week, more or less...

In need of vacation (to recover from recent vacation)

I am home and I'm EXHAUSTED!!!  I was asking my friend Smalls (all friends will go by initials or nicknames, some of which they might not be aware...) if we had to have a "rest up day" to recover from drunkety-party-girl nights previously, or if this was an entirely new phenomenon.  Sadly (we did MUCH research), it's not only a new thing, it's not going anywhere.  Now, my hangovers have always been potent (when I wake up in the morning, that is the BEST I will feel all day ~ how sad is that?), but this nap-needing, unable-to-shop-for-extended-periods-of-time and aversion-to-all-things-alcoholicness is ridiculous.  WTF, I ask you?  Are my party girl days over for good?  Or is it now an everyotherday kind of thing?  Finger's crossed, it will NEVER become an everythirdday thingy.  I have retirement property at The Betty for heaven's sake!  I cannot begin to fathom this level of fuckupedness.  I would continue to write, but I am in need of some nappage...!

Let's Get Ready to Travel (say it like that "Rumble" guy from boxing ~ makes it way cooler!)

Whew!  Whirlwind weekend that did not include meeting "K" ~ but that's alright. My HS Alma Mater took the girl's state basketball title, thrilling game, came down to the last seconds.  Bestie's brother is the head coach ~ SIL was next to me and was so nervous/tense/excited/proud of him!  Very glad I got to be there.  Spent some quality time with Bestie, as we won't see each other again for nearly a month with all my upcoming 'adventures'.  Off to Houston the end of this week for 9 days/nights at Rodeo, get back and have to head up to Charlotte the following weekend to help sis and fam move into their new house (relocating from CT), Easter weekend "off", then it's on to Dallas for the Bon Jovi concert with college roomie and friends.  With all the weddings coming up, my Derby trip may be off this year ~ will have to find a weekend for Louisville visit soon, though.
Am thinking the foot fetishist is creeping me out a bit ~ lives 4 hours a way, wants me to come visit for a weekend.  Sure, Mr. Axe Murderer, be right there...  Other would-be-suiter-dude is looking pretty good.  Plays golf ~ unlike most women, I consider that a big plus.  Means I get AT LEAST one whole weekend day to myself most of the time, and perhaps an evening or two when he's smackin' 'em at the driving range.  No desire for a man to see me with a mud mask on, or witnessing my behavior when I've had a bad day (sitting on couch, watching TiVo'd 'FaLaLaLaLifetime' flicks, wearing fuzzy robe, fabulous shoes AND Tiara, laying waste to BFF's Ben and Jerry)...  I cherish my 'me' time and look forward to the pleasure of my own company.  But enough about me.  Wait ~ this is ALL about me!!!
Don't know that I'll get a chance to update at all when in Houston...

Things are looking up...?

Okay ~ the face is (mostly) healed, I might (finger's crossed) FINALLY have a date with "K" on Friday and work is improving.  Although, I now have THREE weddings to attend this year, cutting into my (I thought) abundant vacation time...  From now on I will only become friends with already married people that won't be sucking me dry of me-filled, hedonistic adventure time!
But I digress.  I now have piqued the interest of two more would-be suitors, although one seems scarily enamored of my shoe collection.  Foot Fetish maybe?  If the Choo fits...?  I see a mani/pedi Friday in my near future, to quote my sister.  The other seems a bit more promising, great sense of humor and, dare I dream, normal.  Have to wait and see if he uses those SAT worthy vocabulary words that give me goose bumps.  More to come on these latest prospects ~ those freak flags have a way of popping up at the most inopportune moments.
I am getting ready to head off to the Rodeo for 9 days ~ giving back by volunteering while having a "bit" of fun with old friends.  All the popular phrases apply here ~ 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy', 'Cowboy butts drive me nuts', etc...  That said, am ever so slightly worried about a recently single ex that has been in contact of late ~ 18 months of the "come here, no go away" game was more than enough 5 years ago.  Has he changed?  Am I a moron?  Time will tell!
On a not-yet-newsworthy side note, three days (yes, in a row) at the gym.  No major changes, but I have high hopes.  AND on the financial front ~ got a full refund on the cursed, nose-breaking shoes!!!

I have to to rename this blog...

So far, not totally in love with 2010.  As if the mono episode wasn't annoying enough, I now have a broken nose and REALLY messed up face.  There are days when I am in dire need of adult supervision...  I decided to take the pooches for a walk while trying out a pair of those "butt exercising" tennis shoes.  While, it must be confessed, I was 'slightly hungover' (read REALLY hungover and decided to get my ass in shape in a single day), the cause of my face meeting the curb so abruptly was a cat.  Damned cat.  Stupid big dogs.  Ouchie!
Dating and meeting anyone new is on hold at the moment, as I saw a neighbor today and she seemed horrified.  My family and friends are having a much better time with this than I am.  Suggestions running amuck that I take a photograph of this new look and post as my FaceBook pic.  Sure, I'll get right on that.  This is a look I want to remember... 
This all leads me to believe that I, apparently, am being given some time by the Big Kahuna (God, Spirit, Universe ~ whatever you're comfortable with) to work on myself.  Self work, here I come ~ with much determination and fewer alcohol fueled evenings of Pre-President's Day celebration... 
In the meantime, I may have to rename this project "The Next to Last Year of Living Single".  Catchy?  No?

Work, work, work (with some work on the side)

As you might have noticed by the title, I've been working like crazy lately.  No time for socializing this past week, probably a good thing.  Doesn't it seem as though there is a ton of "full moon behavior", without the full moon?  Perhaps it's just me... 
Still no communication from "B" after our less than stellar last date ~ was hoping to remain friends.  He is amazingly intelligent and I love that sarcastic wit.  Oh, well, c'est la vie!  No reply from Bestie's SIL on whether "K" is in town when I am.  Maybe this should be a time of reflection and inner dialogue ~ or not. 
I am now down to two dating sites ~ college kids, senior citizens and sexual deviants have driven me from the rest.  I have also told EVERYONE I know that I am available for set-ups.  Seems someone with a friend's recommendation might be the way to go. 
All is quiet here at home.  My sis and BIL have the pooches for two weeks, as I am, wait for it, overwhelmed with work... 

WTF?

How is it possible that a grown man has NO idea what he wants?  Seriously?  The thought has crossed my mind that "B" is just playing games ~ a huge turn-off, btw!  Completely frustrated, don't have any place to vent it ~ except perhaps the kitchen.  Should have several new and interesting recipes soon...
In other news, let Bestie's SIL know I would be in town for 3 days/nights next week and to feel free to confirm something/anything with "K".  "T and M" are back this week, so intro to their friend should be soon...  Can't put all my eggs in one basket!
I have removed myself from a couple of the dating sites, as I've decided I have no desire to be spanked, experiment with anal and/or other even less savory options.  Who are these men and do they really get to roam around freely with the rest of us?  Fly your freak flag, I say, but don't expect everyone else to be flying the same one...