No, I Didn't Get Any.....

But I'm feeling a little more "put together" today.  Let me just say, this shit I've got going on is ridiculous.  I've never met dudes who weren't interested in JUST SEX.  Seriously?  If I were a guy, I would serve your species perfectly.  If a reasonably good lookin chick thought I was hot and just wanted to have sex, no strings attached, I'd do it IN A HEARTBEAT.......   I thought that's how guys were wired... I guess not.  I keep meeting these guys that want a RELATIONSHIP.  They want to love me and take care of me and blah, blah fucking blah.  Seriously?  I don't need all of that.  I just want someone around to have sex.  That's it.  I don't want to know about your life, what you've been through, how much you do or don't work, anything about your kids, none of that crap.  I want to know that you have a dick and it works, all the time.  That's it.

Is this an indication of how my weekend went?  Well yeah it is.... Tattoo Guy is out (unless he texts me, then he's back in, I'm just sayin....) because he's a workaholic.  If I wanted to be with someone who works 60 hours a week, I'd still be married.  Kyle was back in for a brief moment and now I have no idea what's going on.  Things aren't the same between me and him, so when he leaves next week, I'll be done with all that.....Maybe.....  When he came over last week I was wrecked with guilt over the way I treated him.  This is why I should have never gotten involved with him relationship wise.....  It's better to just continue to be the Ice Princess (that's how the ex-husband refers to me) and not let anyone close.  I don't need all the drama that relationships produce.  End of story....

In other news, Cassie and her kid are arriving to move in tonight.  I gotta get the house cleaned up when I get home.  Little Ev has started to see his dad, which is a post in itself that maybe I'll get to tonight.  I'm quite surprised how all of the stuff with him has turned out quite honestly.  Maybe my asshole magnet was out for repair when I met this guy.  Fuck me for not giving him more of my attention back in those days....  Oh well...

What else?  I don't know.  I'm still a little scatterbrained right now.  Hopefully by tomorrow everything will be right with the world and I can fill in everything that's gone on lately and I've got pics as well.  Stay tuned....

Sexually Frustrated........Yeah, That's It

Lots of stuff has happened since we talked last.  I just can't form the words I want to right now because I haven't had sex in like a week and that makes me not able to function.......

We will return to our regularly scheduled programming once I get laid......  That's it for now..... Don't laugh at my misfortune.

Random Friday Notes

Because I'm still working on this fucking customer catalog for my mother.  Luckily I should be able to get it done by this afternoon and move on.  I hate the design of it.  I hate ripping off other peoples substandard work when I know I could have produced something much better.  This is what she wanted, so this is what she gets.  I think she's going to look like a tool at her presentation with a copied catalog, but that's none of my business......

In other news, thanks for your nice comments yesterday.  I really appreciated it.  I ended up getting a phone call from Melissa apologizing for her being such a bitch and interfering with my life.  Shocker, but ok whatever.  It's water under the bridge now.  Her and Cassie came to Gavin's choir concert last night, then to my house so that Cassie could talk to the boys about moving in and make sure they were comfortable with it.  I guess Cassie and her boy will be back up and ready to move in next Thursday.  That will be interesting to say the least.  I mean come on, my house has 4 bedrooms, but they're not exactly big.  The house itself is a little over 1200 square feet, with 300 of it being the master bedroom and bathroom.  So I live nicely, everyone else in the house is a little cramped.  I don't want her to stay too long, so it's probably ok that it'll be cramped.

Hmmm, what else?  I'm listening to Bob & Tom on the radio and they're talking about bedazziling your lady parts, now known as vagazziling (that sounds DIRTY).  It's totally cracking me up that they're doing it in the studio today after talking about it all week.  Anybody ever done this before?  I'm kinda interested......  I mean, now that I know someone who has a tattoo down there... OH YEAH, remember that story?  About the hoochie tattoo?  Guess who did the tattoo?  Oh yeah, it was Tattoo Guy.  I'm sure that was fun stuff....

Speaking of Tattoo Guy, I'm thinking I should have just been happy with Kyle instead.  Since I saw him on Monday, we've only texted a couple of times and he has to work all weekend.  I'm not feeling it.  If I wanted to be with a man that worked 60 hours a week, I'd still be married.  At least then my bills would be getting paid, ya know?  I understand a man that works hard and wants to have nice things, believe me, I've lived life both ways, the overachievers and the underachievers.......  We'll see what happens, but I'm not optimistic about all of it.

Kyle stopped by last night to get his coffee and waffle maker to take to the new house.  It was weird.  He's trying really hard just to be my friend, but it's obvious that we're both uncomfortable with it.  He invited me and Tara out to check out his new place and since I have to go out that way on Thursdays, we'll probably stop by next week.  I don't know.  I'm all confused and stupid right now.  I cried when he left because I still feel bad about the whole situation.  Enough about all that, it's depressing me.....

Hmmm, what else?  I swear I had something else, but then I got distracted again.  Damn ADD.... I was going to post pictures from last weekend, but this stupid new computer is a piece of shit and isn't compatible with my card in my camera.  I'll be taking my old one home this weekend and getting it back up and running.  This Windows Vista shit is gay.  I still don't remember what else I was going to say, oh well, it probably wasn't important anyone. 

I really don't have a whole lot on tap for the weekend.  It's Arnold Fitness Classic weekend, so there will be all sorts of muscle bound meatheads running around all over town showing off their 'roid rage.  If I see any interesting specimens I'll be sure to take pictures.  Who knows, maybe I'll actually go down to the show one day.  There's all sorts of UFC fighters in town so that'd be cool to see.  I don't know, I'm emotionally retarded right now.....

Just A Quickie

I'm ass deep in trying to recreate a catalog here at work with a deadline of Monday.  It's hard infringing on someone's copyright....  Oh yeah, it's not copyrighted, so it's all good.  My God, how do I get myself into these projects....  Oh, now I remember, my "you'll never be good enough" mother works with me and I'm the all accepting want to do a good job daughter...  FUCK.  Anyways, I just wanted to let y'all know I'm still around, just super busy right now.  Other than that, I've only got one other thing going on.

My sister Melissa (mentioned before as BS, for bitchy sister), the one who told me how bad of a person I was and that she didn't want anything to do with me Facebook messaged me yesterday.  Why she didn't pick up the phone, I don't know.  Her best friend since childhood is leaving her husband (something bad is going on, I just don't know the details) and moving up here.  Since I live in an excellent school district and she has a son my kids age, she was wanting to know if I knew of any good housing in my area.  Well sure I do, the house next door is coming up for rent in a few weeks.  I talked to Cassie (the friend) and got her the landlord's number and all that.  She called and is waiting on a return call.  In the meantime, since she wants to go back to South Carolina, pack her shit and go, her and her son are going to be moving in with me so she can get him into school.  Why am I doing this?  Because I'm a good person, no matter what my sister says.  Because if it were any of my friends in this position and my sister was in a position to help them, she should know that we ALL should help if we can. 

The bottom line is, the hood heals people.  It takes those of us who are broken and in need and fixes us, makes us whole again.  The people that live in my neighborhood, my friends, are quite possibly some of the best people anywhere.  It's time we bring somebody new in and help her heal from whatever it is that reduced her to a crying mess on my phone this morning, profusely thanking me for lending my couch to sleep on for awhile.  You don't just turn people in need away, no matter how much your sister thinks you're a big piece of shit.  SUCK IT MELISSA........

The Carpet Doesn't Match The Curtains.....

I have absolutely nothing of any importance to say today.  I was looking through the pictures on my iPhone though and realized I forgot to share some gems with all of you...  Lucky you.  Without further ado, I present to you these fine pieces of photography.

 

  

  

I found this fine piece of clothing on the clearance rack at Macy's.  Why the hell was it on the clearance rack, damn it??  EVERYONE NEEDS a sweater/vest/chest of man hair.  I mean, really.  Tara and I couldn't stop laughing. She actually took these pictures while laying on the floor of the dressing room in between fits of laughing and crying at this mess. 

All I'm gonna say about the sweater/vest/chest of man hair is that if it wasn't still $30 ON CLEARANCE I totally would have bought it and rocked it out one night just to see how many people at the bar would feel me up....... Damn designer clothing.....

Zodiac Compatibility, Do You Believe In It?

Saturday while I was out grocery shopping, Tattoo Guy was texting me.  It turned into 20 questions, which was interesting because I don't know a whole lot about him other than from the first time I met him, there was this thing between us.  Interestingly, my first statement was, tell me something about you.  Pretty open ended right?  I just wanted to see what I'd get.  He said my last name is ******* and I'm a Scorpio.  Wow, thanks, you just gave me your last name so I can make sure you're not a convicted murder.  Sweet.  I'll use that information later, right now I have to concentrate on remembering baby food, milk and the $200 worth of other things that I need.

For the record I also told him my last name and my zodiac sign, just in case he wanted to search my criminal past as well.....

So that all got me to thinking, especially after Tara got her tattoo the other day and it was all zodiac signs.  Hers, with her kids on the sides.  Do I believe in all that shit?  Honestly, I don't know.  I've never really paid attention to horoscopes and all that.  I mean, I read mine everyday and all, Facebook makes it so easy to do, lol.  I don't know that I believe in the compatibility of myself with other people in that way though.

Let's have a look, supposedly, this is me....My comments about it are in red

Cancer zodiac sign has the symbol of 'The Crab'. One of the basic characteristics of a Cancerian is that he is very prone to mood swings, which are matched by changing emotions (I thought this was called bipolar disorder....). At one point of time, you may have seen him in a typical party mood, enjoying himself and laughing at other people's jokes. He may come across as the most extroverted member in the entire group (Duh, have you read anything that I've written??  I'm the LIFE of the party). However, another time, he may be completely introverted, sitting in a corner and lost in his own world. This single personality trait can help you in identifying a Cancer very easily.

A Cancerian will never run behind fame and publicity, but if he ever gets it, he definitely knows how to bask in the limelight. In a melancholic mood, he can become the coldest person on this earth and drown you in his bottomless depression (Umm, is this why my ex-husband calls me "The Ice Princess?). Cancerians are prone to pessimism and usually hide their fears behind a veil of humor. They love to dream and for them, sky's the limit. When he cries, it is because he is deeply hurt from inside. A harsh glance or a rough tone can easily break Cancer's vulnerable heart.(This is not true.  The Ice Princess doesn't cry because you give her a dirty look, she cries because she just broke her hand punching you in the face for giving her a dirty look....)

When he is hurt, he will either cry his heart out or retreat into a silent spell. However, it is rare that he takes revenge from the one who has hurt him (Oh no, no, no, no, I am a vengeful bitch) . If a Cancer retreats to his shell, you can be sure he will become completely unreachable. He won't pick his phone, answer the doorbell or even check his mail (My God, I don't check the mail because there's never anything good in there, jeez!  It's not because I'm in my shell). Another mood that can engulf a Cancer is a snappy one, or you can say a crabby one. He will hate the world and snap at anything and everything. However, you can be sure he is not angry with you and will soon be his normal self again. 

Ok, so anyways, do you get the point here?  The Ice Princess is validated in her existence.  Deal with me, I'm a moody bitch who gets her way.  Nice.  On to how I mesh with other people..

Scorpios and Cancers

Here is the ideal hook up. These two understand one another before they have their first date. Both are water signs and extremely compatible in love and sex. Sex could turn a one-night stand into marriage. (Let's not get ahead of ourselves here....)
 The only problem arises when Cancer becomes moody (Here we go again, it's all about me...). When Cancer gets moody, Scorpio can withdraw and seem selfish. The more Cancer clings to Scorpio, the worse it gets (Ugh, I'm soooo not a clingy girl..). Scorpio needs to understand that Cancer is more sensitive than they appear and Cancer needs to know that Scorpio is very faithful but will desire moments of privacy occasionally. Be extra careful and cautious around full moons with your feelings(OH FUCK we just had to bring full moons into the picture didn't we?  Full moons make me psycho), Cancer. Scorpio would appreciate less frowns and more compliments. Cancer rules the moon and Mars and Pluto rule Scorpio. They will both bring out the beauty of the other and there is a tendency to look physically more attractive together than when apart(What?  I will look hotter standing next to a Scorpio?  Sign me up). Scorpio will make Cancer feel loved like never before and Cancer will give Scorpio all that attention that they need. Sex and love are very possible (Uhh, I wouldn't call it a possibility, well, the sex part anyway...). Strong sexual compatibility and loyalty will survive any stormy moments.  A marriage will be successful.(Have I made it ABUNDANTLY clear I never want to get married again?  I don't care how hot whatever we've got is....Not happening.)
What does any of this mean?  I don't know, but it sure was a fun read and post.  For the record, I should never be with another Cancer, a Libra or a Capricorn.   Funny that two of my kids dads fall into those signs.... Maybe I should have taken more interest in this say, 15 years ago???
 

Stay Outta The Women's Restroom Damn It!

Ugh Monday, I hate it when you smack me in the face like this...  I'm coming off of a FABULOUS weekend.  Friday night was just ok.  I spent the evening doing stupid shit around the house and eventually Tara came and picked me up to head over to the local watering hole.  The place was packed and for the first time ever, we didn't have a table.  I hate just standing around in a bar. 

Eventually Tattoo Guy shows up and we're all just chillin, having a good time.  Around 11:00 Tara comes up to me, almost in tears and says she's leaving. Uhh, ok.  I know she's been having some problems with her body lately (girl things) and they've been getting worse.  Maybe that's what the problem is.  Whatever.  I was having a good time with everyone else.  Around 12:30 or so we decided to call it a night and head back to the house. LAME, but I had been up late the night before.

Saturday morning he was up at 8:00 and out the door.  As much as I don't like getting up that early, I do like a man that'll get the hell out.  He had a tattoo to do on one of the Ohio State football players at noon and had to get some stuff done beforehand.  Alright, cool.  I got some motivation and went and got groceries, then came home and cooked my favorite new snack, cheesy hot sausage balls.  Spicy sausage, 16 oz. shredded cheddar cheese, enough Bisquick and milk to hold it all together.  Roll them into balls & cook on 350 till they're brown.  These things are excellent. 

I tried to catch nap because I knew it was gonna be a long night, but little E was making sure that's not happening.  I swear, now that he's all mobile and stuff he never naps.  The good side of all this is that he's sleeping around 12-14 hours a night, so I guess it evens itself all out in the end.  Nicole was without her devil spawn for the day, so around 3:30 I went and picked her up since she was bored and without a car.  After laying around watching all my dvr crap, we decided we were hungry and called Tara to see if she wanted to go and get food with us before we went out.  She didn't, then she did.....  God, I can't deal with moody bitches.... 

Apparently everyone in Columbus wanted Mexican food on Saturday night.  We drove to two different places before we finally found one that didn't have a line out the door.  This one also happens to be my favorite, so it was all good.  We were sat at a table right next to the bathroom and what was that?  Did that man just walk out of the womens restroom?  He sure did...  3 minutes later, another guy did.  WTF is going on here????  In the meantime, there are also women going in there.  Are they not saying anything when they see dudes in there?  Aren't the dudes wondering why there aren't any urinals?  I mean, really?  Finally, after a third guy went in, I took these pictures.

(See?? Clearly Says Women)

(And that's most certainly a dude...#3 to be precise)

Tara said it's because in most places the men's restroom is on the left side.  WTF? Seriously?  I have NEVER IN MY LIFE said, oh, well the women's room is always on the right, I'm going in there.  Whatever.  I couldn't enjoy my margaritas for fear that I would have to use the restroom in this place....  Dinner was good though.  

It was supposed to be girls night out.  Ok, it was, we went to dinner together.  These two are just so fucking depressing right now, it's hard to want to spend any time with them.  I ended up texting Tattoo Guy that if him and Mike wanted to come up and hang out with later, they were more than welcome to.  

We were supposed to go to the beach party up at a bar one of Nicole's other friends works at.  I'd  never been there, but it's a sports bar, so how bad could it suck?  Turns out, the place was pretty cool.  They had a shot luge, sand on the floor and hula hoops for the super drunk people.  Sadly, I didn't see anyone hula hoop, but $7 shots of Patron on the ice luge were pretty cool to watch.  Within the first 45 minutes of us getting there we had each had two rounds of drinks, a shot called A Kick In The Crotch, another shot that was Absolut Acai, cranberry and sprite (which kicked ass!), and two jello shots.  Great, it's 11:00 and we're all kicked in the mouth.  Good thing we have a table......   The boys show up shortly after our last jello shot and are not impressed we have such a head start on them.  Hello guys?  Somebody has to be responsible for getting us home!!  We're there until the bar closes and somehow I only manage to have a $28 bar tab.  Sweet considering one of my drinks costs around $6-$7.  Tara & Mike leave, Tattoo Guy and I hop in my car and Nicole decides she's having some after party time with people she works with.  Cool, I didn't wanna take her all the way home anyway.  Around 4 I find sleep....  Or maybe that's just called passing out.....

Ev is up at 7.  I'm still drunk.  Good thing Gav is my early morning kid.  I plop E down with him and go back to bed.  Finally around noon I'm not so drunk and can function.  I'm hoping Tattoo Guy will leave so I can get some things done.  He doesn't.  He asks what Bran is playing on the Xbox.  It's Modern Warfare 2.  Oh cool, his son wants this game too and he wants to see how cool the graphics are.  Bran wants him to play because Gav won't.  He does FOR LIKE A FREAKING HOUR AND A HALF.  I continue to go about my business picking up a house that looks like a tornado hit.  When he's done he comes out to the kitchen and talks while I throw assorted things into the crockpot for dinner.  Finally his kid calls and he leaves at 2:30.  WTF? 

Other than a few loads of laundry and some yummy chicken and biscuits, I really don't get much accomplished yesterday.  I'm thinking about him and trying to figure out if all this is going to go anywhere.....