Dad?

OK, my 74 year old Father is really scaring me.

Yesterday, we have this weird "this is not happening" conversation.

Dad - "Since your car is behind mine and you're not leaving right now, do you want me to move it?"

Me - "Uh, sure! Thanks!"

Dad - Walks out the door. Walks back in. "This is the remote to unlock it, but where's the key?"

Me - "Huh? Oh, I don't have a key. It's a smart key, remember?"

Dad - "Oh, OK." Walks out the door. Walks back in. "OK, so I unlocked the car. Where's the key so I can drive it?"

Me - Really worried at this point. "Dad, you don't need a key. Just put this in your pocket and pretend there's a key, turn and it will start."

Dad - "Oh, OK. Wow, cars with no keys."

This is where the scary part comes in. My Dad drives my car alll the time to run to the corner Gas station for lotto tickets or to the grocery store for bread, etc. In fact, I had just gotten there and he took my car since it was "still warmed up" just the weekend before!

OK, OK...Uncle!

OK, I ranted about Hunter last week. Why? He annoys me sometimes!

This week, I cry "Uncle"! I apologize. Really, I do. Can we just go back to the way things were?

Gees!

So last night, doing the same ol' with him and he has his left leg held out so I can get my finger under him to scratch his belly.

I think everything is cool...he poops on me! NOT once, but twice!

LMAO, is that karma or what? I bitch about him and he craps on me the next chance he has? I knew I should have had Puppy tend to him!

NOOO MORE, please?

OK, so I own a boutique. I don't have much to say about it because this blog was not created for business, but for my own pleasure. I am going to write one for the shop after the new year, but for now...I have got to vent!

NOOO MORE, please?

I don't think I can take 12 more days of people coming in and saying crazy things to me!

Shopper - "I hope you don't go out of business like so many others right now."
Me - "Well, hmmm, can't say I see that happening!"
Me thinking - Happy Holidays to you too! Buy something so I won't!

Shopper - "Will this sale get any better?"
Me - "I'm sure it will after Christmas, maybe when we clear out for the season."
Me thinking - What's wrong with my sale? It's a pretty good one! Isn't this a good sale?
Same Shopper - "Well, this is nice, but I don't want to spend that much."
Me - "Boutiques aren't exactly known for their great prices. We have many unique items and you won't be able to find any of them at a department store."
Me thinking - No one dragged you in here! It says Boutique!
Same Shopper - "I think it's worth $50, but not $75. How about $50?"
Me - "I'm sorry. Again, we are a boutique and I do have set prices. I thank you for coming in and the fact that you like that particular item is a compliment, but I just am not going to make a deal. Maybe it will still be here when we do our clearance if you are still interested then. Would you like to leave your number and I can give you a call?"
Me thinking - Hell no, I am not a flee market. This is NOT China town!

Shopper - "Um, I'm re-thinking this outfit we purchased."
Me - "Sure, let me take a look at what you have in your bag."
Me thinking - didn't you buy something over a month ago?
Same Shopper - "I don't have the receipt, we just bought it."
Me - "I vaguely remember you purchasing something over a month ago, unless you came in when I wasn't here?"
Me thinking - When am I not here?
Same Shopper - "Well, it's damaged."
Me - "OK, well, let's take a look then."
Me thinking - What? OK, Lady, looks like you have washed it a gazillion times, there's even a hole and it's not just a hole, snagged on something???
Me - "As you already know, we have a 14 day exchange and we don't accept returns. I will usually make exceptions, depending on what the item is and what the situation is. As an exception, this one time only, I will exchange for the same outfit, in the same size. Would you like me to grab it for you?"
Me thinking - Eat the cost, live with it...but, let me guess, you want a different one or a new outfit!
Same Shopper - "Well, how about the next size up or something else?"
Me - "No, I'm sorry. I will not do that."
Me thinking - What? So it doesn't fit, you shrunk the hell out of it? You got bored with it?
Same Shopper - "Well, that's crappy customer service. At so and so, and so and so, they don't have a problem."
Me - "Well, I am sorry you feel that way. I actually have a more lenient policy then most boutiques. Since you have mentioned shopping at such and such, and such and such, you do know that my policy is more lenient then."
Me thinking - Uhhh...NO. YOU. WILL. NOT. GET. WHAT. YOU. WANT.
Same Shopper - "Fine then, I will take the exchange and I won't shop you ever again."
Me - "Ok then, we will go ahead and take care of this, this one time, for you."
Me thinking - Good riddance, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!

Who needs shoppers like these???

Seriously, I am super nice to my customers. I LOVE people and love getting to know them and their families. I know their names!

I DO NOT like rude people and I do not like people who try to take advantage of me!

Love Homework

OK, I usually don't do this out loud or on paper. I usually just sit in a quiet room and I start listing the first 25 things I can think of that I love about Bebe. This is my homework to keep my love alive, upfront, meaningful. It helps me to appreciate him and not take him for granted.

So, if you are interested-keep reading, if not, or it's going to make you barf-have a great day.

Bebe, I love:

1. that when I was sad the other week, I found a single stem of Stargazer Lily propped up against my steering wheel. Simple and so sweet. Thank you!

2. that when you are guilty of something, your dimples show when I ask you about it. You just can't lie! Or is it because you KNOW what those dimples can do to me? Hmmm, I have to rethink that one.

3. that you took Puppy to school on Tuesday and Wednesday for me, even after your 2 hours of commute and 12 hour graveyard shift. I really needed that extra time this week.

4. that you started my car and warmed it up when you got home. Puppy and I were nice and toasty on the way to school and work.

5. that you asked if I wanted you to blow dry my boots this morning so my feet would be warm. That is so funny! Thoughtful, but no thank you! I would have never thought of that!

6. that you drove all the way down to Oregon to do the Toy Run because you said you would. Not happy about the partying and too drunk to drive home part! Yeah, I know, it was the first time you've ever done that, but still. Yeah, I know, you haven't seen those guys in forever, but still. THE Toy Run, I know, but still.

7. that you were willing to drive the distance AND on the fly to fix my neighboring bookstore's leaking sink. I'm glad they won't lose inventory because of it.

8. that you made fun of me when I tripped. THAT was so funny.

9. that when my 74 year old Dad said, "Can you guys grab me a 2009 calendar next time you're running around?" you bought that hilarious "HOOTERS" one and had all the girls there that night sign it! Did you see the look on the faces of the guys next to us? I know they thought you were buying it for yourself and that Ms. Brown Suga and I were laughing about it. Hey, I did offer to buy you one! Hehe

10. that you give me kisses on my forehead to let me know you cherish me.

11. that you don't get grumpy when I've stolen all your nightshirts when you are away at work.

12. that Puppy likes to tease and joke with you as much as I do.

13. that Puppy asks to text you back our "Good nights" before he goes to bed each night and you are working.

14. that you look sooo sexy in your jeans.

15. that you look sooo sexy in your jeans. Hey, it's my list and you really do!

16. that I always catch you looking at me while I'm doing something, my Sudoku puzzle on the back of Puppy's menu last night, whatever. You make me feel so sexy, even when I'm doing nothing!

17. that you get that funny look on your face when I enter the room. You always let me know that I am always present in you mind, never ignored.

18. that you try to play off that you are listening when you aren't. I always call you out on it, then the dimples...

19. that you respect my close relationship with my family. You never complain about seeing one of them, if not all of them...even when we just saw them yesterday!

20. that you did most of my driving for me on our Road Trip.

21. that you are sooo loving and affectionate.

22. that you got me the gear I wanted, even though it's not "biker girl", more "city girl". I can't help it, I make a living at it! If I'm going to do it, I'm going to look good doing it! Are we still getting my jacket painted on the back???

23. that you've made sure that your friends all think I'm some kind of "catch" and don't know how you got me. I don't know what stories you tell them, but I feel loved when I am around them. Yes, even Happy Mama and No, I don't know why everyone assumes I'm going to get mad about her one day?

24. that you will get out of bed and heat up my spa wrap for me to use when my back is hurting me. I know, you got the broken model. Hope you don't trade me in! ;-)

25. that you are able to keep your cool, no matter who or what. I wish I could do that!

My Bebe Cracks Me Up!

So, to keep the romance alive, Bebe and I go on "Date Nights" without Puppy. Last week, we did dinner and a movie.

As I have mentioned before, we are always laughing at each other. I usually make sure I get the last word in. Bebe makes fun of me, I turn it around. Sometimes, I am just laughing so hard I can't say anything. This was one of those times.

We met up after I got off work, so we had both cars. When we were leaving the restaurant, Bebe walked me to my car way out in Ethiopia. As we are walking, he's holding my hand, we are talking, laughing, I trip. OK, more like stub my toe and stumble...no hands out in front of me for balance or anything.

Bebe looks at me, "Man, are you OK?" Turns and looks back at the ground, totally straight faced, "I mean, THAT really was a big piece of paper."

Stupid, but funny. In fact, I couldn't stop laughing. I couldn't even talk. I'm sure you had to be there, but it was FUNNY!

If you haven't seen the James Bond flick, we loved it!

Just a Lizard...I'm Talking To

You know, Hunter, it is a good thing you are just a lizard.

First of all, your name's all wrong. You, my friend, are no hunter. Hungry, sure, most definitely. A hunter? Hmmm, not so much. Remember those crickets? Yeah, Buddy, I know it's been a while. I have to draw the line somewhere. I cringed when I pulled off their hind legs just for you, AND you still couldn't catch them! I mean, COME ON! You can thank ME for that fat tail of yours. If I didn't put these meal worms and wax worms right in front of you, you would be one skinny ass lizard. I'd hate to see what it would be like for you if you were a man! I mean what girl would want that in a man?

Speaking of, remember Lizzie? Yeah, cute little Lizzie. That didn't last long! We bought you last Christmas for Lizzie. Only in a lizard's world, we "bought" you for her. You came home and you rattled your little tail, chased her around. You were nice for what? 1 day? I don't know how many days that would translate to in Human years, but yeah, you courted her for a day! You got her pregnant, you chased her away from getting any food after that!!! Oh, don't look away, there's no one else involved here. What happened when she got sick, huh? Do you remember that? You cuddled up to her, put your head on her back. Well, we all miss her and I am NOT buying you a girlfriend this year. Nope, you are stuck all by yourself, Buddy. Man, can you imagine if you were a guy and you did that shit???

It's OK, just eat your worm. Oh, COME ON! It's not even crawling away from you and you miss? What the hell?

It's OK, I'll take you out and hold you. What? Where are you going? You do this every single time. YES, you do. You run away, I catch you, I rub your back and your chin, you press yourself up against my fingers, my hand. Then what? Yeah, I'm asking you. That's right, when I go to put you back, you climb my arm and cling on for dear life! Again, what if you were a guy doing that shit???

It's OK, really, I'm not mad. You do have to go back, I have other things to do. I'll turn out your lights. I'll be here tomorrow, same time, same place, same shit. It is a good thing you are just a lizard.

Oh, The Games We Play

"A love affair, the only war in which you sleep with the enemy."
anonymous

Seduce

Se.duce [si-duce, dyoos]
–verb (used with object), -duced, -duc⋅ing.
1. to lead astray, as from duty, rectitude, or the like; corrupt.
2. to persuade or induce to have sexual intercourse.
3. to lead or draw away, as from principles, faith, or allegiance: He was seduced by the prospect of gain.
4. to win over; attract; entice: a supermarket seducing customers with special sales.

A story of seduction, Not Tonight at www.lovegonewrongintheredroom.blogspot.com, my other blog.

Have you ever been seduced by someone? Have you ever been the one to seduce someone?

New Poll to the right!

One Doll+One Elephant = One Woman

Hello!

Today, I want to share a story about myself and what I am passing on to my son, Puppy.

I came to the United States with my family back in 1975. Our family included my Grandmother from my Father's side, my Mother, my Nanny, my 3 sisters, my brother and me. We were one of the larger families to immigrate, so we waited a long time in the military camp for a family to sponsor us. Eventually 2 Baptist families sponsored us together.

My fondest memories of toys at Xmas time is being 3 and being able to pick out my own toys. I chose a little doll and a plush elephant. Even then, I didn't like what everyone else had. I chose an African American doll, yes, back in 1975! She had the best curly hair!!! I loved my doll. My elephant was no ordinary elephant, he was a great big PURPLE elephant. LOL

My toys came from a local toy donation event.

My Father, being an educated man was able to get a job with the State immediately. My Mother took English classes at night and cleaned trailers during the day. She endured this for one year. I did not know how much this really meant until I grew up. My Mother was a woman who had cooks, nannies, chauffeurs in her other life. I think it is hardest when one is spoiled beyond imagination and loses it all to start over.

So, back to those toys. They were the best! I still remember them, vaguely since I was so young. They must have been special since I still remember them 33 years later. I think that as a small child, almost 4, you "feel" how special things are by the adults surrounding you. I don't know what the adults were thinking or feeling that day. I only have my interpretation of it.

I took Puppy out shopping to make his Christmas List for this year. When he was done making his list, he chose 2 big monster trucks for the "giving tree" at his school. There is a tree in the library and the children will be able to give gifts for children in need this Thursday on "library day". One truck was purchased by me, as an example for my child. One truck was purchased by Puppy with his "golden dollars" from his "Dinosauraus Bank". Puppy earns a dollar from us for every 5 stickers we put in his school calendar for getting himself ready for school and bed-time without our nagging or help to do so. It is amazing how hard it is to get it right in the morning and at night on the same day! LOL

Let me say that Puppy is no Angel, so he didn't really "want" to do this. I had to say to him, "Puppy, you are very fortunate to have a beautiful home to live in. You are very fortunate to have all the toys, movies, games...do I need to go on?" He shakes his head and says, "No. I know, Mama."

Me - "How would you feel if Christmas came and we just couldn't get you one single gift because we didn't have the money to?"

Puppy - "Sad."

Me - "How would you feel if no one wanted to help us get you a present?"

Puppy - tears streaming down his face. "Sad. I am sorry Mama, I would really like to get a toy for the boy who doesn't have one yet."

Me - tears in my eyes, "Thank you, Baby for making me so proud. I am very happy that you understand what it means to give this year."

I am happy that when it came time to do it, he didn't just do it reluctantly, he wanted the "bestest looking" trucks with the "coolest" monster stickers on the sides!

Bebe drove down to Oregon and did his thing. He joined the hundreds on their motorcycles for the 29Th Annual Toy Run to benefit the Shriners Hospital for Children.

I did my thing. I picked up 2 stars from the "giving tree" at the bank near my shop. I got a girl and a boy. I have to say, normally I just get a girl who is asking for something that relates to jewelry since it is a passion of mine, or make-up another passion of mine (use to be a make-up artist). In picking out my girl's star this year, I noticed a boy's star. Body wash. That is what he wanted. That is all he wanted??? I asked Bebe to help me choose for a 13 year old boy. He got body wash, a cool black Loofa and a toiletry bag. Cool!!! I put in a couple of different chapsticks and a couple of different types of gum.

I know that it wasn't much in comparison to some, but I think that if everyone who could, did, it would make a huge difference. It's not a question of how much, it's why not? I don't know what any of the children and their families are facing in their lives or why, I just know that my family had it all and lost it all and what we endured to get where we are today. The gift of giving certainly played a huge role in shaping me and making me the woman I am today. I thank the persons who donated that doll and that elephant to one little girl in a whole new world. Most of all, I thank the families for sponsoring others.

Thank you for giving!

Dad!

As I have mentioned before, my Father is 74 years old. He has lived a very FULL life. He is getting a little fuzzy I think. Here are some examples.

Me - "Dad, Mom mentioned that you wanted to borrow Bebe's car to pick up Puppy from school tomorrow. Bebe will pick him up."

Dad - "Why do I need to borrow a car?"

Me - "Mom has that massage therapy apt. remember?"

Dad - "Your Mom can pick him up."

Me - "No, she will be too late after her appointment."

Dad - "I can pick him up. I pick him up every day."

Me - "I know, Dad. You and Mom only have one car?"

Dad - "I will borrow Bebe's car."

Me - "You can't borrow Bebe's car. It's a rental. You aren't on the rental agreement. He will pick up Puppy."

Dad - "Bebe needs his sleep because he works the graveyard shift tomorrow. Your Mom can pick up Puppy."

Me - "Dad, Bebe said that he would pick up Puppy tomorrow."

Dad - "OK, but I don't see why I can't pick him up like I always do."

It is really exhausting. It's hard to explain to my 4 other siblings when none of them see him as often as my Mother and I do.

On another day, I filled his kettle with hot water to make his tea. It whistles.

Dad - "Your water's done."

Me - "It's for your tea, Dad."

I turn off the stove and go to the bathroom. I come out to find my Father pouring the boiling water down the drain, only to refill it and set it on the stove and turn it back on. ???

The very next day from this incident, he boils water and then goes outside. I turn off the stove and pour the water into his tea thermos. He comes in the house an hour later and boils more water!

Dad!

I confess...

I took Ms. Brown Suga to dinner last night. She chose the "Old Crazies Buffet". I normally go wherever she wants for her company and not so much for the food. Hooters for wings, Buffet for mushed potatoes and gravy, Casino for seafood. We do have weird cravings. We are both emotional eaters. We don't just eat because we are emotional, but we get together because we are emotional and then we meet up at a restaurant! Not exactly healthy or even great food, just our "usual".

Last night I was actually scared of the people at the Buffet. It was extremely crowded!!! It's usually kinda dead and we can talk and laugh as loud as we want and do whatever and no one really cares. We just merrily hide out!

Let me say it again because I don't know what was wrong with me! Last night, I was actually scared of the people at the Buffet. I was looking around, doing my usual, people watching. Here are a few observations I made about other diners around us.

A lady in line told me it was "Pay Day" when I commented to Suga how crowded it was. Who's getting paid on this Pay Day exactly and how come we weren't included?

A large family had 4 women. The couple I thought was the mother and father of an infant was actually the grandparents. "Grandma, Baby has a gift for you!" Wait, who's the mom?

Same group of women all looked like the dead. I don't know any drug addicts. Do they look pale with ginormous dark circles and luggage under their eyes? How about really gaunt faces, big heads, little bodies? Or maybe little bodies and big heads? I just know something was off with all of them.

Same group of people. "Grandpa" was using his pinkie to dip frosting or something like it to feed the screaming infant. Aren't babies that can't even hold up their own heads suppose to be on a milk/formula diet???

Last question about this family, I promise. They had on dirty clothes, or at least badly stained clothes... how can they afford to pay for the entire family to eat at the buffet (Grandpa, 4 women, 2 girls, a boy, and a baby) and not be able to afford to do their laundry or buy clean clothes??? I won't even say new, just clean? Oh, I did see Grandpa repeatedly wipe the "frosting" on his pants. Maybe they just got that dirty at the buffet?

Another family. Mom was a very large woman, 300 plus? Nothing wrong with that observation. I have an anorexic sister and that's just the other end of the spectrum. I just want to know why her toddler has to keep asking for more food and mom is just saying, "Baby, just wait until Mama goes up again, OK?" What? Oh, and why didn't anyone else in the family see there's something wrong with this?

One man was looking at every woman besides the one he came with. Why didn't he just come alone, not that it was really a "bar" or "club" or...

Too many people had their bluetooth attached to their heads. What important million dollar business transaction can you not miss at this hour?

A man was standing to the side of the buffet line eating. Is a table really too far away for you?

A child is rolling around on the ground under their table. Is that really a good idea at peak hour in a buffet restaurant?

Wayyy tooo much to type out.

I do have to ask, "What is wrong with Me?"

It's back to the "judge a book by it's cover", "label" and "file". I can only immagine what they all thought of me!

I usually don't let other people's behavior or lifestyle bother me, but last night, I was getting sooo irritated with stuff going on around us. Suga actually laughed and said that we were trying too hard to be polite and not stare at the craziness.

I'm really not sure I can do another night at the "Old Crazies Buffet". I know it was my choice and no one dragged me or forced me. I just don't think I can choose it again after last night.

What is wrong with Me? I'm usually joking around, laughing, not bothering anyone, not letting anyone bother me...last night, I just felt like I was being really judgemental and mean for thinking the things I did!

So, I confess.

What now? I'm not Catholic so I don't really know if this really works without the church and priest and all??? I have covered the being contrite and confessing portion. What about the penance and amends part?

Someone should at least tell me that I was being a really big Bitch!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm sooo excited that Puppy, Bebe and I have 4 whole days with no work and all play!

I hope that all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend. Be SAFE!

I'm off to my kitchen to bake Apple - Berry Pies and Caramel - Chocolate Chip Treasure Cookies!!! I take requests from my nephews and nieces very seriously. After all, the 9 of them, including Puppy could do some serious harm if they decided to join forces and attack!

Thanksgiving will be at Pink Kiddie Nurse's house this year (my 3rd oldest sister is a nurse who works with cancer and she gets all the kids because she is so petite, they don't think she's really an adult and they LOVE her). After dinner, Bebe, Puppy and I will hop into a big rental van with her family (husband and 3 kids) and do a road trip to visit my High School Twin, Sister, and Super Star (my brother - everyone thought he was my twin in high school, my sister-in-law - just hate to clarify, my adorable niece - recently picked up a karaoke mic in the middle of a store and started performing for shoppers, and she's only 2!) Pink Kiddie Nurse and I decided since this is their first holiday away from the rest of us, we would try to make up for it!

Maybe we can get the rest of our family (Mom, Dad, 2 other sisters, in-laws, their kids) to hang out and clean up so we can eat and run???

Gotta go, lots to do...last minute packing and all! ROADTRIP!

Are you a BAD Driver?

Let's talk about driving. I have been keenly aware of bad drivers lately.

A couple of weeks back, Bebe and I were taking my parents and Puppy to a nice Sunday Brunch. Due to a bet I won with my Dad, we decided to use HIS $100.00 to treat him with! LOL, yes I know the man's 74 and no, I did not feel bad taking his money. When he decides to laugh in my face and bet me 10 to 1 and he had 2 to 1 odds? Yeah, I took his money!

Ummm, oh, bad drivers.

We were on a road with 4 lanes and a center turn lane. We were in the inside lane, next to the turn lane and the outside lane was backed up. You know how courteous drivers will leave business driveways open? Well, this gal in an SUV decides that she is going to inch out from a business on the side of the road. Her "inching" out was more like "leaping" out! There was absolutely no car in front of us, so we were doing 30 to 35 mph. We hit her t-bone style and the impact was head on, center of her front and back door!!!

I do have to say that my body is alll screwed up, but I do love my new massage therapist! So, there is some good. Puppy was the only one that didn't suffer any aches and pains and is not going to some type of therapy. He was just terribly frightened until I turned in my seat and smiled at him and asked, "Are you OK? Everyone is OK. Mommy's OK." Inside, I was really shaking.

Puppy, in his wholly Puppy-Style way, asked us, "May I go outside and look at the car's bump? I bet it's a big bump!" LMAO "Baby, I think it's more like a big dent."

This is why I have been aware and weary. So, yesterday on my drive home there was this ASS! I have about a 45 minute commute on I-5 on a good day. It was dark, wet, and this ASS was tailgating a motorcyclist!!! Being in the next lane, I could see that there wasn't even a car's length between them. Seriously, what the heck did this ASS think was going to happen if the car in front of this motorcycle braked?

If this is you as a driver, I am NOT sorry. You are an ASS!

So, what are some of the worst BAD Driver behaviors that get you all worked up?

Dentist Update

Hello!

Thank you to everyone for such awesome support. It really is nice to know that others are rooting for us.

Again, I am not looking for a paycheck, but I am making sure that Puppy is not going to have any future problems on his teeth that were worked on. I also do not plan on paying for his visit! I will not pay for what needs to be fixed by another dentist either, if anything.

So, I waltzed into, (OK, probably more like marched into) the dental office early this morning and had my mom, "Grandma" tag along, just in case they said or did anything shady, like NOT give me our file. Remember they originally told me it would take them 2 weeks? I demanded my "entire" file today. So when they handed it to me, it was missing a few things. The treatment and payment plan I had originally consented to for instance! LOL - it just gets more ridiculous. I have crossed over to lunatic mom with this cackling laugh because I am so pissed and it's better than crying?, not to mention that it just sounds more evil!

Office Person - "What can I do for you?"

Me - "Stephen originally told me that it would take two weeks to get my file. I can not wait that long. Puppy needs to see someone right now and it isn't going to be here at your office and the new dentist will not take him without it. So, I understand that you need to mitigate your damages and potential weaknesses, but do you want to add a 2 week infection to that?" (I sure hope that's what my customer's attorney husband actually said to me last night?)

Office Person - "Well, if you actually have a moment, we will get your file copied."

Me - "The ENTIRE file please."

I get the file and I sit down to go over it.

Me - "I don't believe this is the entire file. I don't see the treatment plan?"

Office Person - "Oh, the Dr. makes her own personal notes for the treatment plan. It is this one here and you wouldn't have seen that one to sign."

Me - "OK, what part of the ENTIRE file did you misinterpret? I do remember you telling Bebe that I had signed a consent for payment of the teeth to be treated?"

Office Person - "Oh, it's not in there? Let me see...(pretending to look for it, even though she was the one who copied the file?). So, you wanted that too?"

Me - (This is where that cackling, witch-like laugh comes in.) Nodding my head slowly, "Yes, the Entire file. The original one in March and the revised one in July."

Anyhow, so now it is just a matter of choosing between 3 attorneys. They all take 1/3 of whatever amount I am awarded and no money up front. They are all willing to take my claim. None of them have simply said, "Yes, we understand." when I say, "I am not looking to make any money off of this situation. I just want to be done with that office. I don't ever want to see or talk to them again. I don't want a call demanding payment. I don't want to have to contact them down the road asking for money to pay for whatever needs to be fixed, if any." All three have simply said, "Well, we need to consider what you should be compensated for your distress and your son's discomfort." or some other version of it.

I am calling around to get a consult for a second opinion from at least 2 other doctors to see what may have happened to cause them to perform the crown on an already stable tooth and a Pulpotomy on a simple tooth cavity. The two are adjacent so it sounds like maybe they may have drilled to deep/far on the cavity and it just kept getting worse? Kinda like trimming a bush or perhaps a bad hair cut? I have no ******* idea how!

So, that is the update. I get more mad as they dig themselves deeper with their "Shady" treatment of the situation. Oh, get this! I called the Regional Director, big fancy name, huh? I called her on Monday and left a message demanding the file and wanting to know if I could pick it up or have them forward it to a new dentist? NO answer. Same for yesterday. 1/2 hour after I left the office, a nice message from the Director's office wanting to set up a conference to discuss getting Puppy to a new "Provider" to get his dental work looked at. ARE YOU ******* NUTS? And they think I'm stupid? Someone needs to look in the mirror?

Oh, I was actually saying something, huh? So mad, I can't even think! I was saying I just get more and more mad as we go along...I now know why people get "Sue Happy"! I am trying to fight the urge.

Mia's Letters

Hi!

I have moved Mia's letters for Julia to a new Blog.

http://lovegonewrongintheredroom.blogspot.com/

I hope that maybe this will be easier for everyone. I know that some of you liked reading the letters and some of you proabably weren't that interested.

It takes me a while to type out the letters, so please comment and let me know if you want more!

"Who are the worst?? Guy cheaters or woman cheaters?"

Is He Playing Me? recently posted this question. "Who are the worst?? Guy cheaters or woman cheaters?" So far, this has proven to be one of those subjects that brings lots of different responses! Here is mine.

Gabrielle said...
Hmmm...I think there's ALWAYS something goin' on at home when there's a cheat. A lot of the times, it may be that two people commit to each other and they end up with totally different people! Unless they are both on the "I am what I am, take it or leave it." end of things, who someone falls for often times is not who they end up with. One kind of cheat, man or woman, just needs the attention to validate themselves. The Insecure Cheater. They constantly find themselves needing to feel that initial adoration they get with a new romance. It makes them feel better about themselves. Well, we aren't alll perfect, mostly not perfect. That means that until they can be totally honest and open with who they are and share themselves completely, accept themselves completely, the person who chooses to be with them will eventually think they aren't so adorable ALL day, ALL night, EVERY day, EVERY night! Gees, we could go on and on and on about this one! The Need A Challenge Cheater, The Payback Cheater...on and on! I don't think it matters if it is Man or Woman. It's what motivates them to do so!
November 12, 2008 10:00 PM

So, let's continue this one!

"Who are the worst?? Guy cheaters or woman cheaters?"

If you haven't checked out Is He Playing Me?, there's some great questions being posted for comment!

And he was worried about the Tooth Fairy?

The Tooth Fairy was the last of my son's worries concerning his dentist.

I AM SOOO PISSED!

I posted earlier about the dentist pulling out baby teeth that were loose, without notifying Grandma first. When I got home, I could see that the adult teeth were coming in, so no big deal. I was just peeved about it.

Thursday, Bebe took Puppy back to the dentist for another scheduled appointment. He was being sooo good, they decided to take advantage of the time and they worked on a cavity that was not scheduled. Somehow, this extra cavity that was being worked on turned into a Pulpotomy (baby root canal)! NOT only that, the cavity that was done earlier with a permanent filling was redone! They removed the filling and did a full silver crown!!! ALL THIS ON BABY TEETH!

WTF? When did it become OK to perform dental work on a 6 year old without parental consent? None of the work was even on his treatment plan, none of it was scheduled for that day!!!

I exploded when Bebe called me to tell me. I went off when I talked to the office and they tried to turn it around and blame Bebe!

Office person - "Well, are you aware that your husband was invited back and he chose to sit in the waiting area?"

Me - "Excuse me? Are you telling me that this is because of parental neglect? I believe that your office told us on our first visit that things are better for the child and Dr. if we stay in the waiting are and that you would come get us if you needed us for anything. Besides that fact, my son is very mature and has ALWAYS been fine without our supervision while with the Doctor. So, please tell me again, what does my other half being in the waiting room have to do with performing dental work without consent? We were not aware that your Doctor is so incompetent that we must hover."

Office person - "Well, your husband could have come back at any time."

Me - "Once again, was he out of the building at any time during this appointment? Was he down the street getting a coffee? No? Was he getting gas? No? Was he in the bathroom the whole time? No? Well, if so, did you try to contact me? I was the only one answering my cell phone and my shop phone. No? OK, just checking because it sounds to me like you are trying to blame this on parental neglect. Am I clear on that?"

Second phone call later.

Office person - "After talking with the Dr. and the Ass(istant), they clarified that once they started working on the cavity, the infection was so deep that they had to open up the tooth and then it was too late and it became an emergency situation in which they had to work on the tooth immediately and couldn't call your husband in to tell him what was happening."

Me - "Was my son dying? Was he bleeding to death, blood squirting profusely from the mouth? Was he having a seizure and thrashing on the ground? What other excuses do you have for me? I will tell you now, if you are to continue with giving me excuses, DO NOT call me again. There is no excuse for what your office has done today. I am sure that my son was numb and perfectly fine at the time your Dr. was performing the dental work. I am not that stupid."

Office person - "Well, I am sorry this has gotten this far out of hand. Is there anything we can do right now?"

Me - "No. There is nothing your office can do or say at this point."

As if all this isn't bad enough? They demanded $600 from Bebe that day. They told him he would have to pay a portion at least and then the rest by the end of the month, fees, collections, etc! We will see about that.

OK, apparently I am still just as mad as I was last week. I thought I could give it a couple of days and deal with it enough to write about it, but I can't. I am still pissed.

I am looking into my options right now. Any dental malpractice attorneys out there?

So far, I have talked with Washington State's Dental Quality Assurance Commission and we are filing a claim. I have also talked to one attorney.

The Weasel and His Ugly, Nasty Little Head

The Weasel strikes again. Bebe and I met up with Ms. Brown Suga at Hooters last week. I know, Hooters? Yup! I absolutely am addicted to their hot wings. I like them so hot, your sinuses get cleared just smellin' them! Anyhow, so the whole Weasel thing has not ended. Chickie got another text last week, "So, can I get back in?" What? What the hell is wrong with this man? Chickie asked him when was he ever in? He wants to know if he's going to get to hit it or what. Chickie reminded him that he was still married and living with his wife! He had the nerve to ask, "What does that have to do with you and me?" This is the part where I start to tune the rest out because my head is going to explode and it isn't the wings! I just kept shaking my head, "Oh, no, no, no." the whole time Ms. Brown Suga relayed the details to us.

Chickie really needs to just "NOT" respond to him at all. It's like Pavlov's dogs. A response is a response to him, bad or good, he is still gettin' the attention he obviously needs.

Poor Bebe had to put up with our Male Bashing after that. Good thing he laughs at everything I say!

Prey...A letter from Mia

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Hot N Cold

Laying in bed on a Saturday morning with my Bebe. He is watching music videos! OMG, can you say I haven't done that (Bebe is chuckling as he reads this next to me.) "I'm an adolescent at heart, Babe" Ummm, isn't that why I love you? (More chuckles.) I see dimples...it's alll good. Where was I? Stop distracting me will you? Otay, now we are both laughing..."Oh, I could distract you." I bet you could... "You are funny." I know.

Otay, no, seriously, where was I? Oh, I haven't watched Saturday music videos since high school? Maybe even junior high! Borderline and Relax come to mind, let's not spend too much time on that.

Anyhow, Katy Perry's Hot N Cold came on, caught my attention and we were watching and laughing. That video is hilarious. Absolutely, loved it!

I think the lyrics have us all nodding our heads. Uh-huh, been there, done that.

HOT N COLD

You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know

And you always think
Always speak
Cryptically

I should know
That you're no good for me

Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up

You, You don't really want to stay, no
You, but you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down

We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now is a dead battery
Used to laugh bout nothing
Now your plain boring
I should know that you're not gonna change

Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up

You, You don't really want to stay, no
You, but you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down

Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride

You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes

Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up

You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up

You, you don't really want to stay, no
You, but you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down

Changes?

Chasing Reality has a post titled "Changes". I really liked that LacksReality, as he refers to himself, made changes. I knew nothing about this man and I did a crazy DRB (Dating Really Blows, previous Blog) marathon to get caught up. I was fascinated by LR's Blog. It is "in your face" raw and brutally honest. It is a man speaking his mind! I found it refreshing, like so many others that I am reading. I am new to all of this and it is amazing to see how "free" we can all be when we are posting! We all know how many people we already have judging us in our "in person" relationships! Why blog and just get more of the same? Comments and your thoughts greatly appreciated, judgement and reprimand? Not so much.

Now, if I would have met LR at a party or at a bar, I will admit I probably would have labeled him and judged him. Bebe has taught me what a mistake that would have been. The old, "Never judge a book by it's cover." Chasing Reality evolved from post to post to post, keep in mind I had to do over a year of catching up!

So, has he really evolved or am I just getting to know him better?

I am amazed when I sit back and think about the changes in the different relationships in my life - family, friends, lovers. How can they all differ so much? Some are like huge boulders that weather over time, but not much change. Others are like trees, roots and grows on you. Then there are the ones that are like fragrant flowers, blooms and die.

I want to know, do people really change after they hit their mid 20's? We all evolve with our life's experiences, but do we change our core being beyond that? Do people really change or do we just get to know them better?

Welcome to my Red Room. Here, it is OK to express yourself freely. I will not judge for I am not perfect. I am not free of faults. I am not all-knowing. I am not done living! I sit here to share my experiences and learn from yours.

Thank you for lounging with me! Thank you for sharing. Thank you for sharing your connections with others and their stories. It takes time and it takes effort. I appreciate you for doing it.

Puppy, Puppy, I Love You!

Puppy is my world! I never ever thought I could love someone sooo much. I actually thought that I wouldn't be able to have any children before him, maybe not after. I had 3 miscarriages before Puppy, the worst being the last of the 3, at 4 months along. I also had one after Puppy.

This last miscarriage was the final good-bye to my marriage. I went to the hospital alone. It didn't even occur to me to call my then husband to come up from California. We had just hit our 1 year mark of being separated by 2 states. I hadn't seen him in almost 9 weeks for whatever reason he had given. In a one year span, we had gone from every other weekend to a 9 week stretch. I simply just thought, "Why bother." That says it all, doesn't it? When I got home from the hospital, I called an attorney that day and I filed 3 days later on a Monday. I was done grieving the loss of my marriage. A little backwards, I know.

Unlike a lot of people that find out their spouse is having an affair. I found out my spouse HAD an affair. I was already on the train to Never Again. It was the best news anyone could have given me at that point. I had been feeling selfish for filing, my needs weren't being met and I was judging for Puppy that his needs were also not being met. So, in finding out during the divorce proceedings, it was my validation. It was the pat on the back. It was simply, "I did the right thing." Breath in, breath out. I have finally exhaled.

I will be the first to admit that Puppy definitely has his moments, so he is far from being perfect. Let me get that out right now. I am not one of those parents that thinks their child is perfect and can do no wrong, or pretend to the public that he is so.

I am also far from perfect, but I am a hands on kind of parent. When Puppy was on my hip 24/7 those first few years, I took him with me everywhere to do everything, no matter how inconvenient or difficult. I lived 2 states away from my entire family, all my friends. My in-laws were of no help. Puppy was Grandma Party Pants' only grand baby. We lived 20 minutes away and she could only spend time with him once a month. That's right, once. His Auntie Baby Me may have spent time alone with him once a year? Maybe. She is too busy being taken care of by her Husband. Please know that I am fond of Auntie Baby Me and Uncle Play House. They are very kind and generous, just very involved with each other. Dick. Well, we already know I was being paid to do Dick's part. It was so annoying how he would transform into this live action figure, Super Dad when we had guests to witness his parenting! Perhaps that's why I was such a great host! I think we had a revolving kitchen door. I always cooked extra because we never knew who would join us for dinner. Our home was called The B&B. OK, rambling on and on here...

I treat Puppy as a person and not so much as a child, or at least I try my best. I talk to him, not at him. I explain things so that he can learn and be self-sufficient as an adult. I involve him in most things. I cook with him on the counter and I talk to him and tell him what this is and what that is and what you do with it to make this! He sits next to me while I fold my laundry and he copies with his.

On the flip side, I try to be a child at times too. I will do things like go in the backyard and dig for worms. Why? Because that's what my little boy wants to do? I get under big rocks because Puppy just knows there's some really cool bugs under there! We take walks to the pond in the morning because he wants to hunt for frogs on all the bushes. I wade in the muck at low tide because he wants to catch baby crabs. I draw pictures because a T-Rex is hard to draw. I take charge of the Creepy Crawler Oven for hours because there's more ways than one to create a bug. I do, because he loves me and I love him.

Puppy always has the best smile, from ear to ear. He always runs into my arms and says, "Mama!" when I get back from being gone. He always has a huge hug and a big kiss for me. When those big brown eyes of his look at me, I know he sees me. He sees me as I am, always. He loves me even so. He loves me unconditionally.

It's the moments when he snuggles up to me and wraps those little limbs of his around me, puts his nose up to my skin and takes a deep breath, touches those soft lips to my cheek that I truly know how much of a gift he is. I will not complain or discourage all that loving. The day will come soon enough when he wants me to park the car a block from school so the kids don't see!

Puppy, Puppy, I Love You!

We keep calling because...

...YOU are a Dork! LMAO...so, I left the DVD on Bebe's pillow. I was walking around the house getting ready for work. Bebe had just gotten home and was helping me get Puppy ready for school. I'm in our kitchen and Bebe asks me how I'm doing. I ask him if he saw what I left for him. He goes into our room and comes back out.

Bebe - "So what's up with this movie?"

Me - "We have to return it."

Bebe - "We did return it. I walked in there myself and dropped it off. You were with me!"

Me - "We did."

Bebe - "We returned it to Hollywood right before we went next door to buy the PS3 games."

Me - "I know, WE did."

Bebe - "So why do WE have it?"

Me - "Blockbuster keeps calling me and they want it back. I had to go get it on my way home."

Bebe looks at the DVD case - "Oh, hahaha, I swear we rented it from Hollywood!"

Me - "Me too. We didn't. While we are on the subject. We did rent The Happening from Hollywood, 3 weeks ago? Whatever happened to that one?"

Bebe - "We returned it."

Me - "Uh-huh, well I put in a quick post last night titled When Dorks Mate."

Bebe was crackin' up. He said too bad he can't use the Internet at work 'cause they track their use. I told him not to feel too bad, there was a whole drawer of videos that weren't theirs!

So, until Bebe gets up later today, I am sure that Blockbuster will be calling me again because I am a Dork!

When Dorks Mate

I knew from the beginning that Bebe was for me. I just didn't know how much, until today.

I am admitting right now, right here that we are just big Dorks!

Blockbuster called me today. I haven't returned my movie. Yes, yes I have. Bebe and I returned it on Saturday.

Please understand that WE rented a movie TOGETHER at Blockbuster. WE returned it TOGETHER at Hollywood. LMAO

Gees, you would think that one of us would have noticed this? Oh, no... just chatting, laughing, holding hands in the car while he drives, pull up to the video place. Bebe offers to get out of the car while Puppy and I just chill 'cause it's freezing outside...la, la, la...

Gees!

So I went to Hollywood video, get this, they had a whole drawer full of videos that people have returned in error! What???

Bebe is working graves, 3 on 4 off, 4 on 3 off. Tonight is his Friday...I am going to leave this video on his pillow just to see if he gets it!

Dear Ms. Tooth Fairy,

Puppy - "Mama, if I draw a nice picture, will you please write on it for me?"

Me - "Sure, Baby. What would you like me to write?"

Puppy - "I need to tell the Tooth Fairy that I am really sorry, but it wasn't my fault."

Otay.

Should I be worried that Puppy's dentist hasn't heard of the Tooth Fairy? I know that you are a dentist and all, but please, don't ruin it for my child!

Puppy had a dental appointment yesterday. His dentist is really busy so we book appointments 3 to 4 months out. The only appointment I could get was in the middle of the day. I couldn't close my shop to take him so he went with Grandma.

The dentist discovered he had 2 loose ones and decided to pull them out? The MAN pulled them out without calling me first! Shoot, he didn't even go out in the waiting area and ask Grandma!!!

Puppy, I am so proud, didn't even cry about it. He was just overly concerned about how the Tooth Fairy would feel about not getting those 2 teeth from him!

...A letter from Mia continued

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Uncle Johnathon...A letter from Mia

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Officially, he will be known as the Weasel.

Otay, I asked for a suggestion for naming the Man who is married. Chickie and I went to dinner. I got quite the update on that whole situation. We decided since his name is Will, oops, did I just type that or what??? (Sorry, Chickie - can't help myself!), we will call him the Weasel.

Did I mention that after the Wife contacted Chickie, the Weasel actually text her something or other about how "Wife" was freaking out, don't say anything, just tell her to ask me BS? As if the woman he just deceived would actually jump into the sinking boat with him and bail water? Uhhh, no. She would rather sit back with me over dinner, laugh our asses off and call him names! Childish and evil, but really, really fun!!!

Chickie attempted to get some kind of explanation and put closure on their new friendship. She had a few items of his since they hung out a few times. One of them, I must say, is a bat. My first instinct and I am sure you all can agree, is to tell her she should proceed to lure him over and beat him with it! She's got one hell of a swing and he would probably be too embarrassed to admit a girl beat the shit out of him with his own bat! OK, that really is a visual I can be satisfied with. Oh, back to our story...

Chickie didn't hear from him for the past week? We agreed he was on probation, lock-down, whatever. So, driving home yesterday from work, she gets a call from him. First words out of his mouth (oh, I asked her to repeat it for me twice!), "Am I getting some sex, or what?" Word for word? I am not 100% sure because I wanted to go get the bat and beat him myself! I know I am only 5'1" on a good hair day, but I am sure I can do something to a knee cap or two? Maybe a little higher??? "What?", wait, "What???" Chickie asked him to repeat and he DID!!! So sure of himself! I am proud to say that Chickie put him in his place. She now has a new bat.

Weasel would like all you ladies out there to believe that he really DID tell you at the very beginning that he was married, but separated. OK, last time I thought about it, I have never ever forgotten that a man I am spending time with was married, but separated! I KNOW Chickie wouldn't forget something like that either! Oh, I guess separated has a different meaning for different people also. In Weasel's case, it means a big 4 bedroom house and the "Wife" you are not married to, even though you haven't gotten a legal divorce from, actually is only separated by the wall that divides the downstairs from the upstairs! In my book, separation meant I had signed for divorce and was living 2 states away! I can definitely see the confusion due to interpretation and all..

Chickie, just for you. I hope this post and the comments to follow will give you more laughter and vengeful thoughts on top of what we already dished earlier tonight. You know, I really could have gone for another buttered roll!

Date Girl and her Match

I read Date Girl's latest and I found myself smiling! YES!!! It's nice and refreshing when I read about a woman finding this great guy and they are young and just getting started...

There's something about this on-line dating business. I know, I know, there are lots of us that have found all the weirdos no one else wanted either!

I found my Bebe on EHarmony!!! 2 years ago, this coming January. My new thing for 2007 was to put myself out there and start dating again after my horrid divorce. We hit it off right away but we decided to not meet just yet. We kept it on-line for 3 months!!! I fell for Bebe (we'll go with it) before I ever saw him in person. When I finally met him, I wrapped my arms around him for a big huge squeeze. I felt like he was this long lost friend I hadn't seen in years! I had been walking around all those years, not knowing that there was a part of me missing. We are now engaged and we will be married February 28th! We survived a long distance relationship between Oregon and Washington (2 1/2 hours of driving each way) for the past 2 years. Bebe just quit his job and got a new one, moved up here to be with my son (hmmm, Puppy-age 6) and I last month.

Bebe commuted from the very beginning. At first, it was because he felt it was 5 hours less that I would have to be apart from Puppy. Eventually, it was because he felt it was better for one of him and not 2 of us! We rarely went without each other for more than one week the whole time.

I commented on Date Girl's blog that it is the little things that count. The thought was something little, but it lead to the actions that spoke on a HUGE scale.

My most cherished feeling when I am with Bebe is that we laugh...I mean pee-your-pants laugh. Our families and friends just shake their heads because it's as if we constantly have an inside joke going on between us! Yes, that's exactly it. Our little secret of how we are staying in love! We truly became friends first and we constantly flirt with each other and laugh "at" each other! I am most certainly not laughing with him most of the time. I laugh at him and I also laugh at myself. I know that no matter how many "brain toots" I have, he'll laugh at me, make fun of me, and he still loves me. When we are out in public, people look at us because we LAUGH, out loud, cracking up, pure laughter. That's something I have always had in great friendships, but not in any other long and serious relationship I have ever had.

My ex-husband was a man of grand gestures. He loved the "awww" factor. I will admit I did too! What girl doesn't want to experience the whole "Pretty Woman" extravagance at least once in her lifetime??? Years of that and I realized I was just a "bargain" price full staff for him. I was a full time Live-In Nanny. I was the House Keeper and Full-time Cook. I was the Paid Entertainment. I was the Personal Shopper. Must I go on? I'm sure you may think that I am just bitter. No, not really. I mean, let's get real, who wouldn't be hurt or angry at such betrayal? I believe what I am saying full hearted, no more denials, no more trying to make it sound better because it wasn't. I was foolish. I believed that when you give everything you have, it will be reciprocated. I am not ashamed because I gave him everything I had to offer him. I did my part. I had faith in us! I believed that we had it all!

So, back to the grand gestures and the little things. I thought that everything was perfect. The beautiful house, blah, blah, blah...the gift of staying home to raise Puppy myself, spending all the money I wanted without asking, blah, blah, blah...he must really, truly love me to spoil me with so much. Now, looking back on it??? Hmmm, it was all a distraction from the truth! It worked!!! Like a small child, I was awwwed by the shiny, pretty things. Dick just didn't care or have the time to. You know what confirms it all for me? When I left him, he tried to take everything away from me. Everything but Puppy because he wouldn't fit in with Dick's lifestyle without the Nanny attached. As if his affair was not enough, he allowed the home that Puppy and I remained in to foreclose. Oh, not because he couldn't afford it, but because I left him. I quit my job, no pay!!! He was so angry that I had left him that foreclosure was a choice he would make over sharing a penny with me! He tried to claim that my car, which we had traded in my old car in for when I got pregnant with Puppy, was stolen because he never put my name on it! He dragged out the divorce for over a year, when he had already moved in with his Mistress a month after I filed for divorce! OK, stop me right here. That's all a story for another time...got all wrapped up in it for a sec., didn't I?

Hooray for Date Girl and her Match! I am so happy they found each other so much sooner than Bebe, Puppy, and I did.

All that heartache and drama before Dick, with Dick was just all practice. I believe that if I had not experienced all that, I would have passed Bebe by. I wouldn't have recognized what truly being loved feels like! I would have taken the Man for granted! Instead, I cherish him even more so.

Hooray for the little things!

Why do they do what they do?

You know, I keep thinking about this Man...let's call him, hmmm why don't you help with this one. Man befriends this woman and he is laid back, fun, and much more. Man takes his time and flirts and wins her heart, little by little. He doesn't try too hard, just a comment here and there, just at the right times to let her know he is interested in her. He sends out those little hints that maybe they should be more, not just casual friends that hang out every now and then. Just as she starts letting go of the tight grip she has on her heart and she starts smiling and taking deep breaths, relaxing...and then, she gets a text from his WIFE!

This particular Man, I have never met. Another man like him, I have, years ago. Why do they seek us out and interfere in our lives? Why do they do what they do?

I was out with my friend, Joel, and I guess this guy, hmmm - the Commuter, saw us in the bar and couldn't quite figure out if we were "together" or not. So, later on while we were at a gas station down the road, the Commuter approached Joel and asked him. Joel told him that we were just friends. This Commuter then approaches me in the car and starts talking to me. I told him that I would be hanging out at another bar where my roommate worked the next night if he wanted to come by and chat. Surprisingly, he did show up even though it was 45 min. from where he actually lived! Great start, right? So, the Commuter kept this up several nights and eventually I gave him my number and we started talking. About 2 weeks into chatting on the phone and hanging out at my roommate's bar, I get a call from his Wife at 2:00 in the morning wanting to know why I keep calling her husband, blah, blah, blah...is he with me? OK, she was not so polite about it. Anyhow, after some heated conversations and even more hang ups on my part. She finally settles enough to hear me out. I DID NOT pursue him. I DID NOT even as much as kiss the man! I wasn't the one she should be upset with. He DID NOT tell me he was married, he supposedly didn't even have a girlfriend! She ended up asking me for advise. It was all rather insane.

Why do they do what they do?

Dancing...A letter from Mia

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Dreams, Nightmares and Remembering...One Woman's Letters

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Is he cheating?

OK, here's a topic to start out with! My ex husband was cheating. Oh, he wasn't just cheating, he had been doing it for our entire marriage of 5 years...with the same woman!!! Did that just get your attention??? How did I find out? I found out AFTER I filed for divorce. I got a hold of all the bank records, etc. in the process of preparing for court. An account I didn't even know "we" were still using had $3,000, if not $5,000 in expenses per month, all for keeping a mistress. How did I not know? Oh, I didn't just not know, I was in total denial! My ex, oh let's just call him...hmmm, how about Dick? OK then, Dick actually worked from home. I was a pampered and spoiled "housewife" and "stay at home mom". I knew nothing about finances other then that I could spend it without asking. I had the luxury of not working, well, outside of the home anyways. I was able to raise my little boy from the day he was born. I took care of US. I took care of our HOME. Dick took care of the Finances. Does this sound familiar at all? I am telling you now ladies, IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU! So, before we get much farther in this tale of mine, I ask, "Is he cheating?" If you have asked that question, you need to dish! Tell us what he or she has done and we can tell you what we think! For instance one of the signs I ignored in the beginning??? I had Dick's cell phone for a day. I sent a text and in checking the inbox for an incoming one, I saw a few old texts from myself that he had saved. Oh how sweet, how romantic, until I found one NOT from me!

Text: "So, when is your girlfriend back in town?"
Me: Huh?
Dick: "Oh, that's from so and so, and she's just joking around."

I was heated that his female friend had the nerve to nickname his wife his "girlfriend"! Denial or what? Apparently I believed his line and I got mad at her! I'm sure he got a big laugh out of that one! There's a start for you, messages on a cell phone!