Change is on the horizon here in the good ol' USA! What a great feeling it was to vote today. To know that good things may begin to happen again here.
Mother and I went to vote in the early afternoon. We were there during a "slow" time and did not face much of a line. After placing our votes, we put on our "I Voted" stickers and went on about our way.
First stop: library. I picked up two guitar books, "The 'First Stage' Guitar Book" by Chris Lopez and "All About Guitar" by Tom Kolb; as well as "Piano for Dummies." My first "dummy" book. Having never considered myself a "dummy" I have not utilized any books from the series.
Second stop: Taco Bell for the free "I Voted" tacos. Too bad they weren't the taco vendor that was offering them. It was "Bob's Taco" in a neighboring town. Very well...
Third stop: Starbucks. Now Starbucks WAS offering a free large coffee to all of the voters. Why not? What can you really get for free these days? And hey, I'm a little strapped right now!
Once I arrived back home, I preheated the oven and began doctoring my Freschetta Supreme Pizza. I added seasoned ground beef, extra yellow onion, extra sauce, and feta cheese... delicious! I ate four slices! I hadn't eaten the entire day, in my defense.
"Textman" had come over. He looked great! Had a nice closely trimmed beard with a few splashes of grey. I'm usually not that fond of facial hair, but it highlighted his bone structure, which is quite lovely to me. He had been "out with the boys" and proclaimed himself to be a bit tipsy. Textman is easy to get along with, and pretty easy on the eyes, but, having him here made it clear to me how much C.F. still lingers in my mind. C.F. and I truly connected. Something that hasn't occurred in quite some time. It's not that I can't live without him, or that I fear I'll never have that again... C.F. reminded me how wonderful it feels when you really make that connection.
As Textman made a very valiant attempt at Hollywood-worthy lovemaking, I found myself feeling like a man. Once I had "reached my destiny," I wanted him to go. However, he wasn't finished. I thought it would never end! I found myself wishing I had a timer on the nightstand and a list of rules. I decided I would "graciously" allow a man 10 minutes after my orgasm to reach his. If the timer goes off and he isn't done... tough. Time to put on the pants and show yourself out.
The bed was squeaking. Obviously, I don't have sex often, or that damned bed would be lit afire! I could hardly take it! Did this not drive him nuts? Stop! I just wanted the squeaking and the source of the squeaking to stop!
Textman and I have "hooked up" a few times over the last seven months. He has always drifted off for about 20 minutes and then quickly departed. Not only did he overstay his 20 minutes... he was SNORING! I laid there thinking of C.F. snoring, and how charming I thought it was. This was not charming to me. If not a testament to the power of a connection, this was at least testament to my state of mind.
Finally, he got up! He quietly grabbed his clothes and left the room. I pretended to be sleeping, hiding my glee that the snoring man beast was going to be gone soon. Then he came back into the room, kissed me, told me not to get out of bed, and to call him tomorrow? WHAT? Normally, that would be a good thing, but after realizing that I still have a strong desire for true love, I don't think pursuing him is something I want to do.
I've learned a lesson. I am not a "hook up" girl. As much as I long for a steady and satisfying sex life, I truly want "the one." I'm glad I "did it." My brave encounter really put things into perspective for me.
I had to call the auto repair shop again myself. Third call with not one call back. Not the best customer service. They aren't sure if they have the part they need, so I won't know how soon my car will be fixed of its ailments. Ugh.
Tomorrow I meet with the unemployment rep. I'm really hoping she will have some encouraging news. Later in the evening I plan to attend a free training seminar about sitting on a non-profit board. Can't hurt my resume, and it's FREE. Ideally, I'd like to be employed by a non-profit organization and become a more active citizen in my community. So this is a step in the right direction.
Lots of changes in the air. Let's hope they are all good ones!
Mother and I went to vote in the early afternoon. We were there during a "slow" time and did not face much of a line. After placing our votes, we put on our "I Voted" stickers and went on about our way.
First stop: library. I picked up two guitar books, "The 'First Stage' Guitar Book" by Chris Lopez and "All About Guitar" by Tom Kolb; as well as "Piano for Dummies." My first "dummy" book. Having never considered myself a "dummy" I have not utilized any books from the series.
Second stop: Taco Bell for the free "I Voted" tacos. Too bad they weren't the taco vendor that was offering them. It was "Bob's Taco" in a neighboring town. Very well...
Third stop: Starbucks. Now Starbucks WAS offering a free large coffee to all of the voters. Why not? What can you really get for free these days? And hey, I'm a little strapped right now!
Once I arrived back home, I preheated the oven and began doctoring my Freschetta Supreme Pizza. I added seasoned ground beef, extra yellow onion, extra sauce, and feta cheese... delicious! I ate four slices! I hadn't eaten the entire day, in my defense.
"Textman" had come over. He looked great! Had a nice closely trimmed beard with a few splashes of grey. I'm usually not that fond of facial hair, but it highlighted his bone structure, which is quite lovely to me. He had been "out with the boys" and proclaimed himself to be a bit tipsy. Textman is easy to get along with, and pretty easy on the eyes, but, having him here made it clear to me how much C.F. still lingers in my mind. C.F. and I truly connected. Something that hasn't occurred in quite some time. It's not that I can't live without him, or that I fear I'll never have that again... C.F. reminded me how wonderful it feels when you really make that connection.
As Textman made a very valiant attempt at Hollywood-worthy lovemaking, I found myself feeling like a man. Once I had "reached my destiny," I wanted him to go. However, he wasn't finished. I thought it would never end! I found myself wishing I had a timer on the nightstand and a list of rules. I decided I would "graciously" allow a man 10 minutes after my orgasm to reach his. If the timer goes off and he isn't done... tough. Time to put on the pants and show yourself out.
The bed was squeaking. Obviously, I don't have sex often, or that damned bed would be lit afire! I could hardly take it! Did this not drive him nuts? Stop! I just wanted the squeaking and the source of the squeaking to stop!
Textman and I have "hooked up" a few times over the last seven months. He has always drifted off for about 20 minutes and then quickly departed. Not only did he overstay his 20 minutes... he was SNORING! I laid there thinking of C.F. snoring, and how charming I thought it was. This was not charming to me. If not a testament to the power of a connection, this was at least testament to my state of mind.
Finally, he got up! He quietly grabbed his clothes and left the room. I pretended to be sleeping, hiding my glee that the snoring man beast was going to be gone soon. Then he came back into the room, kissed me, told me not to get out of bed, and to call him tomorrow? WHAT? Normally, that would be a good thing, but after realizing that I still have a strong desire for true love, I don't think pursuing him is something I want to do.
I've learned a lesson. I am not a "hook up" girl. As much as I long for a steady and satisfying sex life, I truly want "the one." I'm glad I "did it." My brave encounter really put things into perspective for me.
I had to call the auto repair shop again myself. Third call with not one call back. Not the best customer service. They aren't sure if they have the part they need, so I won't know how soon my car will be fixed of its ailments. Ugh.
Tomorrow I meet with the unemployment rep. I'm really hoping she will have some encouraging news. Later in the evening I plan to attend a free training seminar about sitting on a non-profit board. Can't hurt my resume, and it's FREE. Ideally, I'd like to be employed by a non-profit organization and become a more active citizen in my community. So this is a step in the right direction.
Lots of changes in the air. Let's hope they are all good ones!
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