Ok, so I put up my very first post on Craig’s List last night & got at least a hundred replies within the first 3 hours. One really cute guy said he wanted to meet me tonight at a bar for a Halloween party. He never called/text/emailed me back today. So, I had a backup. He claimed to be a cop. We text back & forth all afternoon then agreed he’d pick me up at 9pm. Surprise, surprise, he text me at 7pm to say that he got called into work (i.e. chickened out on me). So, last ditch effort to go out and have some fun on Halloween was a guy that I didn’t talk to much but liked his pic and he seemed ok. Said he was leaving to come meet me and then never showed. What the fuck is wrong with you men? Are you all ball-less bastards or just chicken or what? I was starting to feel a little like Carrie there for a while. LOL
OK, so now that my rant about my ruined Halloween is over I can tell you about my adorable costume. I was dressed as the cutest goth/evil Hello Kitty-gone bad. I had the ears with the bow and everything.
Now, to be fair to the guys, there were a few that seemed decent, I just didn’t choose them. So, evidently, as usual my taste in men is the problem.
But alas! I might have found the one good one out of the hundred (he’s definitely sexy). You just have to stay tuned to find out! 🙂
OK, this is actually something I wrote in April 2007, but I found it today on my computer & thought it was worth posting just for laughs. I know I was laughing when all this happened at the funeral. My grandmother had a great laugh & sense of humor. She would have appreciated my take on the whole thing too. Enjoy!
Grandpa got run over by a gold-digger
OK, so the subject line of this post is a little over the top, but it grabbed your attention didn’t it? My late 70ish year old grandfather got married last Saturday. Maybe she’s not a gold-digger, who knows, but it was one hell of a wedding. I was surprised that most of the family even showed up to begin with. No one was really for it. As for me, I didn’t really care if he did or not, I was just bothered that he couldn’t wait a full year after my grandmother had passed away. I guess that whole bombast he gave when she died about how she could never be replaced was just for show. Apparently now he claims that their marriage was miserable.
Anyway, the highlights of the ceremony included…
Something fell off the alter behind the minister right after it started. I think it was a small statue of Jesus.
When the pianist was playing the Lord’s Prayer and everyone had their eyes closed & heads bowed (except for me) the lights went out…in all of downtown (name of town withheld).
Just before the minister pronounced them Man & Wife…her grandson who was a “groomsman” keeled over like a tree falling in the woods.
The bride & groom rode off to their honeymoon on a Gold Honda Goldwing motorcycle…escorted by his biker buddies of course. As they drove off, my uncle in the lead on his motorcycle, had his radio blaring, it was playing “Hells Bells.”
Maw Maw…are you there? Better yet, are you pissed? LOL
Quote of the Day: As my sister replied when my (then)husband gawked at the idea of my grandmother’s ghost making all of the lights in downtown go out….”You obviously didn’t know Maw Maw (name withheld) did ya?”
Well, my friend (without benefits now) is now just a friend, or at least I think we’re still friends. He definitely has a problem when it comes to being a womanizer and all I can do is wish him the best and send him on his way. They should have some sort of womanizer’s anonymous program for guys like him. It’s probably just therapy but I think he already tried that. It evidently didn’t take. For someone that claims to be called to be a preacher…he sure is running hard and I doubt he’ll ever stop running from God. Neither will I for that matter. However, I haven’t figured out if I’m running from God or just my Dad, the preacher man.