About two years ago, I met a guy named Jeremy when my girlfriend Steph and I were out having a few drinks. Steph never really liked Jeremy, but I went out of a few dates with him anyway. I soon found out, however, that Jeremy and I really didn’t have much in common and we just sort of went our separate ways but would keep in touch with each other as friends for the next year.
At a softball tournament last summer, after way too many tap beers, I found my lips attached to Jeremy’s. Okay, I thought…we were having a great time together….he was nice….why didn’t I like this guy? I concluded that I should perhaps give this relationship another chance. A week later, I ran into him and his girlfriend of a year at another softball tournament.
A few tear and another verbal commitment to NEVER AGAIN make relationship decisions after hanging with Jim Bean, Jack Daniels, or any liquid substance that is served out of a keg was made. I wanted to out him to his girlfriend, I wanted to smash the lights in on his car, but I held back reminding myself that he and I never had much in common anyway.
Fast forward to this weekend - I received a text from Jeremy on Saturday night because he was heading to Minneapolis for the Vikings game. He wanted to know if I wanted to meet him up there adding that “he is now single”. I loved the last part “PS – I’m single”…did he really think that he would find me jumping around the house, thanking the good Lord above that my prince has arrived? Where do some men (and I'm guessing some woman) get such inflated ego's?
I asked him what his plans were for the evening and he said that he and his buddy's really didn’t have anything written in stone yet and he was wondering if I could give them some tips on the local hotspots downtown.
When and opportunity presents itself, it really has to be seized.
I sent them to a club downtown and told them that there are so many beautiful people who hang out at this hotspot and even if there’s a line to get it, they should wait in it because it’s totally worth it.
Did I leave out the fact that it’s a gay club? Oops, my bad
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Challenges
See how sweet my son looks in this picture?
You'd probably never believe that there are times I swear his head spins in a complete 360 degrees
We had a hurdle last night. Alex will challenge me on random things and last night, it was homework. It's never really about homework (or whatever the issue presents itself to be), but more of who's in charge in our home. Example - I told Alex to rewrite the words he spelled incorrectly on his spelling pretest three times. He insisted that he should only have to write them twice. REALLY - is writing the word one more time really that important? No, it's not...but the fact that he argues with me drives me crazy.
After sitting at the table for 40 minutes, he finally gave up and wrote the word "story" (he spelled it "store") three times. UG - it's exhausting. If there is one thing I hate about being a single parent, it has to be the fact that there is no back-up. There is nobody to talk to about whether you're doing the right thing or not, nobody to come in and say "listen to your mother, nobody to take over while you go outside and scream for 15 minutes. It may sound like I need to pick my battles a little better from this story; but Alex is one of those kids who if I let him write it twice one night, he would demand to only write it once the second night, then one time the third night, then fight me to not practice it the following night....get my drift? They could have coined the term "you give him an inch, he'll want a mile" after my dear sweet Alex.
And where did he receive this stubborn personality from anyway? I'm about the most easy going, laid back person on the earth. :-)
You'd probably never believe that there are times I swear his head spins in a complete 360 degrees
We had a hurdle last night. Alex will challenge me on random things and last night, it was homework. It's never really about homework (or whatever the issue presents itself to be), but more of who's in charge in our home. Example - I told Alex to rewrite the words he spelled incorrectly on his spelling pretest three times. He insisted that he should only have to write them twice. REALLY - is writing the word one more time really that important? No, it's not...but the fact that he argues with me drives me crazy.
After sitting at the table for 40 minutes, he finally gave up and wrote the word "story" (he spelled it "store") three times. UG - it's exhausting. If there is one thing I hate about being a single parent, it has to be the fact that there is no back-up. There is nobody to talk to about whether you're doing the right thing or not, nobody to come in and say "listen to your mother, nobody to take over while you go outside and scream for 15 minutes. It may sound like I need to pick my battles a little better from this story; but Alex is one of those kids who if I let him write it twice one night, he would demand to only write it once the second night, then one time the third night, then fight me to not practice it the following night....get my drift? They could have coined the term "you give him an inch, he'll want a mile" after my dear sweet Alex.
And where did he receive this stubborn personality from anyway? I'm about the most easy going, laid back person on the earth. :-)
Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
How Sweet
When picking Alex up from the Community Center's after school program last night:
Alex: Mom, you smell good.....like hot dogs from school!
Alex: Mom, you smell good.....like hot dogs from school!
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