Ok, I have to admit that chubby lil bastard got me with his arrow. Over the last few years I have spent time and energy perfecting my nonchalant attitude, being ok with not having a man or dating any one, controlling the level of my feelings for some one and just when my back was turned he shot me...now I am in love.
Who would have thought a few months ago after being stood up by ABB and walking into a fine wine store to purchase a bottle of Riesling would get to the point of a serious and very loving relationship? When people would tell me that it will come when you least expect it or when you are not looking for it; I used to roll my eyes and fight off the urge to tell them to get out of my face with that shit. Ehhhh well I guess they all made sense because that is exactly what happened.
A few months ago ABB and I had made plans to get together. He canceled on me at the last minute claiming he had to "work", so with my having dropped my daughter off to the sitter I had plenty of time on my hands. I was on the phone with my girlfriend who suggested that I stop and get a bottle of wine. Hell not much else to do, so why not enjoy the evening with some alcohol?
The store was big as hell...think of your local grocery store except it is full of any and every kind of wine and liquor you could ever dream of. I walked in and we locked eyes, I smile said hello and went about by business all the while whispering into the phone to my girlfriend about how fine this man looked. As I wandered around lost he offered his assistance, I told him what I was looking for and he took me right to it. We had conversation and he was inquiring about whether I was drinking alone that night(but of course I was drinking alone) he then asked me for my number. We talked on the phone and agreed upon a day to go out on our first date...that was one of the most perfect dates I have ever been on; movies, lunch and a trip to the National Harbor...absolutely perfect.
Now months later we are actually starting to settle down into the relationship, the shine of the new penny has worn off but it is ok...that was bound to happen. I found that I am allowing myself to do things that I other wise would not allow for myself to freely do, like think about building a life/strong relationship with some one and actually place energy into doing that, allowing someone to meet my children or bringing some one home to meet the family...LOL!
He came home with me for the Thanksgiving holiday. My family is harsh and I know off the bat that there were some men that I have dated that I could not take home to them, so for many years I have never really put much energy or emphasis in some one coming to meet the family. I mean seriously that is big for me and they know this. He fit in just fine and my family loves him. :) The kids love him and surprisingly even my ex hubby and his wife (his biggest supporter) like him. Needless to say so far so good. :)
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Art Of Gift Giving,,,
I know it is mid day and I should be working but for some reason I had this blog burning in my mind so I figured getting it off of my mind will help me concentrate on the task that I am paid to do.
Any way I look at gift giving to be an art and in some respects a competition. There is nothing like setting out to find the perfect gift that fits the personality of the person you are buying the gift for. Most important is the expression on their face when they open it and how it stands up to other gifts that were given.
So my daughter turned 4 a few weeks ago and I was so looking forward to seeing her face as she opened up her gifts...I should say I was looking forward to my face at seeing all the clothes that she was gifted and thinking about all the money I was saving because it was less clothing I would have to buy for a child who is constantly growing out of her clothes.
My daughter was excited and over joyed at the toys she got, she was cool on the clothes unless they had sequence or glitter on them but for the most part she had an expression of "what ever" on her face. As I was going through all the clothes she got for her birthday I noticed that one of the shirts she was given had a name written on the tag in marker. I did not think anything of it at first because I know when my Granny buys clothes for the little kids she writes their names on the tags so she knows who she bought it as there are so many of us. Anyway, I went on to wash the shirt with out further inspection of it. As I took the shirt out of the dryer to my surprise the shirt had been soiled and what ever it was soiled with left a really large stain.
Ok, really? The rules of gift giving and re-gifting have been broken and shattered for me at this point because my child was given a soiled shirt that clearly belong to and was worn by some one else. Granted I am not one to dictate what to give as a gift but I FEEL that soiled (dare I say used clothing)should not be it. Oh and mind you when it was their daughter's birthday I went to Old Navy and hooked that lil one up but I digress. Sooo, one night last week at 1 AM in the morning I get a knock on my door and who was it? The giver of soiled clothing wanting to know if Lil Bit liked the clothes they gave her and wanting to know if they fit...
Being tired and bogged down with getting as much done as I could being as though I had to wake up early that morning I was diplomatic and quickly ended the conversation... well I am feeling ignorant today and as I begin the process of writing out my thank you cards I figured I would write something special in thanks to them but for the life of me I can't quite figure out what to write. I figured it would be along the lines of thank for the soiled shirt that you gave Lil Bit for her birthday it will proudly sit in her cubby at school for her to wear in the instance she accidentally soils herself at school, I will be sure to take pics and send them to you as a token of our appreciation, THANK YOU! :)
Hmmmm... maybe I will take the high road on this one... then again I am rather unpredictable I guess it will depend on how I feel when I actually sit down to write the note.
Any way I look at gift giving to be an art and in some respects a competition. There is nothing like setting out to find the perfect gift that fits the personality of the person you are buying the gift for. Most important is the expression on their face when they open it and how it stands up to other gifts that were given.
So my daughter turned 4 a few weeks ago and I was so looking forward to seeing her face as she opened up her gifts...I should say I was looking forward to my face at seeing all the clothes that she was gifted and thinking about all the money I was saving because it was less clothing I would have to buy for a child who is constantly growing out of her clothes.
My daughter was excited and over joyed at the toys she got, she was cool on the clothes unless they had sequence or glitter on them but for the most part she had an expression of "what ever" on her face. As I was going through all the clothes she got for her birthday I noticed that one of the shirts she was given had a name written on the tag in marker. I did not think anything of it at first because I know when my Granny buys clothes for the little kids she writes their names on the tags so she knows who she bought it as there are so many of us. Anyway, I went on to wash the shirt with out further inspection of it. As I took the shirt out of the dryer to my surprise the shirt had been soiled and what ever it was soiled with left a really large stain.
Ok, really? The rules of gift giving and re-gifting have been broken and shattered for me at this point because my child was given a soiled shirt that clearly belong to and was worn by some one else. Granted I am not one to dictate what to give as a gift but I FEEL that soiled (dare I say used clothing)should not be it. Oh and mind you when it was their daughter's birthday I went to Old Navy and hooked that lil one up but I digress. Sooo, one night last week at 1 AM in the morning I get a knock on my door and who was it? The giver of soiled clothing wanting to know if Lil Bit liked the clothes they gave her and wanting to know if they fit...
Being tired and bogged down with getting as much done as I could being as though I had to wake up early that morning I was diplomatic and quickly ended the conversation... well I am feeling ignorant today and as I begin the process of writing out my thank you cards I figured I would write something special in thanks to them but for the life of me I can't quite figure out what to write. I figured it would be along the lines of thank for the soiled shirt that you gave Lil Bit for her birthday it will proudly sit in her cubby at school for her to wear in the instance she accidentally soils herself at school, I will be sure to take pics and send them to you as a token of our appreciation, THANK YOU! :)
Hmmmm... maybe I will take the high road on this one... then again I am rather unpredictable I guess it will depend on how I feel when I actually sit down to write the note.
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