tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174082812012-02-03T08:52:47.998-08:00On the road of life, I'm one big accident. Sometimes the accident has already taken place, and other times it's just about to happen. Either way, my life is a bumpy ride to self discovery. And sleep.Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.comBlogger4081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-35949393300912161362012-02-02T13:39:00.000-08:002012-02-02T14:04:57.680-08:00

I've been thinking about my mom a lot these last couple of weeks. I suppose I think about her every day - but this is different. There have been lots of memory triggers around lately. For example, I will be at the store, and all of a sudden I see something and think, "Gosh, mom loved that!" Or I'll come across something at the house and remember that I bought it while out shopping with my mom.

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-26700258436874352462012-01-29T16:47:00.001-08:002012-01-29T16:49:48.287-08:00

1) I really REALLY want to open a bottle of wine. But I won't.2) I also really REALLY want a Claim Jumper brownie. I've hit that stage of Atkins where the food cravings kick in. Must resist.3) I talked to a friend yesterday and we made a pact: we're going to go out once a month (at least). Music. Drinks. Try new places. I'm excited - I was a hermit for the last half of 2011 - no more Hermie for

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-2248244093410628882012-01-28T14:32:00.000-08:002012-01-28T15:01:04.520-08:00

Demi Moore has been hospitalized due to "exhaustion." Who, besides the rich, are ever hospitalized for exhaustion? Fuck - I'm exhausted. You don't see me trotting off to a hospital saying, "Admit me, I'm fucking exhausted man!"I think by now we've come to know that the term "hospitalized for exhaustion" is just another way of saying "overdose." Perhaps in the case of some size 0 models, it could

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-89548447382045805472012-01-20T14:40:00.001-08:002012-01-20T14:40:56.647-08:00

I haven't done this in a while... shame on me.1) I'm losing weight - and it feels good. I have on a pair of pants today that feel like I need to keep pulling them up.I've checked myself in the mirror several times- yes, my pants are still on.2) I feel so good about myself that I may wear a dress tomorrow to the company holiday party.3) Then again, it's as cold as an icicle out there, so maybe not

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-26848637597155028862012-01-18T14:09:00.000-08:002012-01-18T14:10:13.890-08:00

Ugh. If I hear the words "Paula Deen," "butter," and "diabetes" in the same sentence again, I am going to throw something at the next reporter I see. Honestly.And while I know that ignorance can be bliss, it's not when it's a reporter being ignorant. Look here, media: butter does not cause diabetes. Neither does fats in foods.Diabetes is a metabolism disorder, plain and simple. Paula Deen did not

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-42759276892074854772011-11-29T15:57:00.001-08:002011-11-29T15:57:57.303-08:00

I want a dog. Or rather, wanted. Well… I still want one. Kind of. But now my home is overrun with animals – okay cats – and so it probably isn’t the best time to get a dog.The lady who wanted to rehome her Scottie fell off my radar. She always had some excuse as to why I couldn’t meet him – and so I’d give up, and then she’d contact me. “Still interested?” “Hells yeah!” And we’d start the process

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-64831510627244686672011-11-29T13:41:00.000-08:002011-11-29T13:43:38.170-08:00

Like most women, my confidence level is equal to how good I feel about my hair. If my hair is frizzy, or my grey streak wide, I find that I don’t want people to notice me. On the other hand, when my hair feels soft and the grey streak is gone, watch out world: I want you to notice me!A few years ago, my stylist introduced me to a wonderful hair product: Kerastase. It’s from France, and falls

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-5939716121740624542011-09-29T14:46:00.000-07:002011-09-29T14:47:52.877-07:00

I love the weather this time of year – and even more so this year, as we’re having “unusually high temps.” But, the “high” isn’t horrible – the highest was yesterday at 99 degrees. But 99 in the fall is much different than 99 in the summer, so it’s been really, REALLY pleasant. The one part of fall that gets me down is the loss of light. Last night, it was dark by 7:30. As the light lessons, I

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-21203979678143202462011-09-25T19:53:00.000-07:002011-09-25T19:54:07.136-07:00

I have a Mary Engelbreit mug with the above saying plastered on it. It's probably my favorite mug in the whole world.Life REALLY is "just so daily."It goes on and on, and things happen. The things pile up. Some good. Some bad. And time just keeps going and going and going... like the Energizer Bunny.I guess I could look to see when the last time was I posted here, but I don't want to. I promised

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-53591428956802067672011-09-07T14:17:00.000-07:002011-09-07T14:19:09.346-07:00

Yesterday while eating breakfast at a local IHOP, several Nevadan military members were shot, along with at least one civilian. So far four people are dead.The shooter? Dead as well – due to a self-inflicted gunshot wound.As you can imagine, that was big news here in Nevada. It happened in Carson City, also known as our state capital. When I first heard the news, I was horrified.Can you imagine

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-73645787691146847312011-08-19T14:03:00.000-07:002011-08-19T14:04:14.994-07:00

1) I did not exist at work this week. I arrived on Monday to discover that I had been obliterated from the system during weekend computer maintenance and upgrades. As I couldn't even log on to my computer, I went home for the rest of the day. 2) If you thought an unexpected day off was fun, you'd be wrong. Apria was supposed to come by to pick up my dad's oxygen tanks on Monday, so since I was

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-11232734520509776692011-07-23T12:48:00.000-07:002011-07-23T12:53:10.567-07:00

There's a book called The Power of Now. Back when I was taking The Artist's Way classes, the instructor told us that book should be on our reading lists. I found a copy at a thrift store or a yard sale and bought it - but never did read it.I know I have trouble living "in the now." My head is always somewhere else... in the past, in the future, and seldom right in the now. I find that now that I

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-68310215738164877632011-07-05T15:59:00.001-07:002011-07-05T15:59:38.251-07:00

Years and years ago I joined a group called The Postcard Fairies. This group spanned the globe, with fairies from all over sending "glitta" (a.k.a. postcards) to people in the group.That's right: good old fashioned snail mail. Remember that?At some point, the group's message board was moved to MSN, and we had this glorious chat feature. Many hours were spent chatting with one another, adding yet

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-40163951755688891022011-05-30T18:30:00.000-07:002011-05-30T18:31:23.578-07:00

Last night, I found myself without any major plans, so I decided to enjoy my living room (the room I love the best). I rented "Blue Valentine," lit a bunch of candles, and settled in on the couch to watch the movie.I found the movie difficult to watch. Using juxtaposition, the movie showed the beginnings and the end of a relationship. The cute meet. The giddiness and elation that comes when two

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...is posted to the Internet!The Hot Stix are back in town after our long weekend celebrating Armed Forces Day in Hawthorne. Here's what you missed:1) Monster Truck Ride: Two Airborne Ranger Monster Trucks were there for the parade. After the parade, they set up in an abandoned lot and charged $5 per ride. Only two Hot Stix were up for the challenge: me and the other single redhead. It was a

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-8328453390944486842011-04-28T13:12:00.001-07:002011-04-28T13:12:21.478-07:00

When I first moved into my place, I had no silverware. So, I did what any self-respecting woman would do: I stole a set from my ex.Okay, I didn’t exactly “steal” it. After all, I bought it in the first place. But, he didn’t have any silverware of his own, so I took one of each: a knife, a fork, and a spoon. I figured it would get me by until I found a set I liked.I normally get all my wares from

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1) Today is my dad's birthday. I wasn't able to give him much for his birthday - but I did manage to get him a few things, which he liked. And of course cake. A birthday just isn't complete without cake.2) Speaking of cake, a guy I dated for approx. five months who came to my birthday party in November just kind of disappeared around Christmas. This month he announced "officially" via Facebook

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-4491373506460027702011-04-14T21:47:00.001-07:002011-04-14T21:47:33.168-07:00

I have a lot of stuff in my head (that's what he said). I need to get it all on paper (that's what he said). Here it goes: 1) I love it when Gwenyth Paltrow guest stars on Glee. I know years ago there were lots of Gwenyth haters out there - but personally, I never understood the hate. She's cool, any way you cut it. 2) Self magazine is in love with Gwenyth Paltrow today. They posted her favorite

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-21733989212229007962011-03-18T10:32:00.000-07:002011-03-18T10:37:17.373-07:00

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Wouldn't you like to know? 2. Where was your profile picture taken? Well, it's not a photo - it's an illustration by Mary Engelbreit, one of my favorite artists.3. Name someone who made you laugh today?No one yet. It's still early.4. How late did you stay up last night and why?Hmmm... until about 1 a.m. Had a bad case of reflux - thanks to the

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-30622823428623722692011-03-05T17:18:00.000-08:002011-03-05T17:19:10.192-08:00

You know, one of the things I absolutely loathe and detest is that periodically I have a dream featuring Mr. Kim. These dreams haunt me for days, usually because they point out obvious things I already knew, and don't know why I need to berate myself with these things while sleeping.Early this morning I had another dream featuring Mr. Kim, but this one was different. For the first time, I

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-91688466661581205052011-03-05T17:01:00.000-08:002011-03-05T17:02:50.436-08:00

There was a time when I blogged every single day. Yes. Every day. Now... well... yeah. This week there was a lot on my mind. I could have shared with the group - but I didn't. I'll try to recap it all here - because it does me no good sitting around in my head, festering like a sore. Once again, I seem to have caught the attention of a grandpa. Technically, he is not a grandpa, in that he doesn't

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-8639271874102979752011-02-23T16:16:00.000-08:002011-02-23T16:17:06.500-08:00

You know, I had to do it. Yes. So here is the response I sent to Monkey Man:Mad Magazine’s Top Ten Snappy Answers To A Stupid Question10) They're not glasses. They're contacts. Really big contacts.9) No, it’s just an illusion.8) Everything seems new after a few beers.7) They’re not even glasses. They’re beer goggles.6) Who said it was me in the picture?5) When your drill sergeant told you to

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I’ve got a lot going on in my head. It’s screaming: Let me out. So here it is. Out. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Okay, maybe not ugly as much as boring. Prepare yourself.1) I’ve been bugging Mr. Kim about my stuff. He finally contacted me back, which was good. He also asked me a personal question, prefacing it with the statement that he had no right to ask, but he was curious. I pondered on

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-67599631525107085202011-02-17T11:03:00.000-08:002011-02-17T11:04:22.774-08:00

I think I'm in a better place than I was when I blogged last. I wish I could say for sure that I'm in a better place emotionally - but I can't. The only reason I think I'm in a better place is because I'm doing what I do best: ignoring what is going on inside of me and going through the motions of everyday life.My dad is out of the hospital, but I'm not entirely sure what's going on. But, I

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I don't even really know where to begin. You might say, "Begin at the beginning." One small problem: I'm not sure where the beginning is. Is the beginning when I broke up with Mr. Kim? Or is it when I moved here to Reno? Is the beginning when my mom died? Or is the beginning when I finally got work after being laid off for a year? Or could it be that the beginning is here. Now. My dad's

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-79375385926241329192011-01-10T09:57:00.000-08:002011-01-10T09:58:03.070-08:00

Today when I was playing Fairyland, I came across a picture of one of the garden owners which showed her hugging a tree. I hugged a tree once, and when I pulled away I discovered I was covered with ants. What a perfect analogy for my life.

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1) I organize some of the events for a local women's meetup group. I received an email today from a woman stating she was bringing her boyfriend to one of the events I'm hosting. Um... hello? What part of "women's group" does she not understand? 2) I had to be the bad guy and tell her that her boyfriend was not welcome to attend. 3) I'm not opposed to women having boyfriends. But, unless their

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-51491127796752367182010-12-31T11:55:00.000-08:002010-12-31T11:56:29.151-08:00

1) There's a party in the house - and I'm not going. Instead, I'm at my desk penning the Friday Five. Aren't I a regular party animal?2) Speaking of animals, I hope 2011 brings me some sexy animals of the male type. 3) Wait. Make that sexy animals of the male type WHO ACTUALLY LIKE ME. I see plenty of sexy males. They just don't like me. 4) Which brings me to my next point: WTF is wrong with

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Last Wednesday (I think - at my age, the days all meld into one big glob), I drove into my carport and saw a bag near my door. I got out of the car and walked over to inspect it - inside the bag was a beautifully wrapped Christmas present. There was a gift tag that read, "To PJammy, from Santa Claus." The other side of the gift tag read, "Do not open until Christmas Eve." Oooh! So exciting! I

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1. I guess it must have something to do with the whole "Christmas is coming" thing, because I find myself REALLY missing my mom. A lot. 2. When blowing out candles tonight, my eyes focused on a picture of her that is one of my favorites. It's not even a particularly good picture, but I love it. I think I took it. It was some time after we had the sundeck built. I was on the patio, and my mom was

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-53854193185279878082010-12-06T15:32:00.001-08:002010-12-06T15:32:27.556-08:00

On a whim I stopped into Smith’s on the way home from a party on Saturday night. I was still kind of keyed up and thought a movie from Redbox might help calm me down enough to get to sleep.I hit the jackpot – many of the movies I wanted to see were actually available for rental. Of course, that made my choice a little harder. What to choose…what to choose…? I decided on Eat, Pray, Love. Let me

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-16792767862254733852010-10-28T09:15:00.000-07:002010-10-28T09:18:08.870-07:00

Well, no I didn't go into a bar. Instead, I sat down at my computer and started writing a blog entry. And it was really good, too. But I got distracted and next thing I knew, the whole entry was MISSING. Couldn't be recovered. Kind of like my life. A few of my friends on FaceBook were first my friends on LiveJournal. I used to blog there every day. Every. Single. Day. And I pretty much did that

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-52364091165241727362010-10-17T00:23:00.000-07:002010-10-17T00:25:33.152-07:00

As the song says, "My hands are shaking and my knees are weak." Well, my hands aren't shaking, really - it's my legs. They just won't stop shaking. Saving myself for marriage probably alleviated a lot of angst along the years. I know - I didn't get married. But Mr. Kim and I were in, well, an eleven year relationship that was supposed to end in marriage - or death. But it didn't. And he was my

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-47647987338902238262010-10-13T22:55:00.000-07:002010-10-13T22:57:06.233-07:00

Driving home tonight, I knew it would be the last time I'd be driving home from Les' place. I went there for two reasons: One, because my pants were on fire. Two, as a test. A test he failed. A test I failed. And as this isn't a grade I want to retake, I'll take the fail gladly and move on.When we first started getting to know each other and date, we were going like gang-busters. He couldn't get

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-87607885916528578712010-09-27T12:06:00.001-07:002010-09-27T13:03:15.378-07:00

Dating in mid-life is not easy. As much as we like to pretend we're strong, happy individuals without any baggage, the truth is at this point in our lives we're all a little damaged in some form or fashion. And it affects how we process and deal with dating issues, like last minute cancellations.Last week with Les was pretty good. We had a bump, but we were able to work through it. It was simply

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-35613357703398611902010-09-21T12:54:00.000-07:002010-09-21T12:57:17.152-07:00

Les has been gone for a week. A whole frickin' week. Seven long days. Okay, maybe not so long. I mean, let's face it, I'm not your average stay-at-home kind of gal. I do have a life. But that life seemed more colorful and vibrant whenever I spent time with Les. And I didn't get to do that for a whole week, because he was traveling around the country receiving training on various aspects of his

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-24150630851646390192010-09-19T19:55:00.000-07:002010-09-21T12:56:36.497-07:00

1) I visited my dad this weekend and helped him set up his computer. When I got home and called him to let him know I'd arrived safely, he said, "I think I'm on the Internet." I asked him what the screen looked like. He said, "I was visiting JC Whitney, but now it won't let me leave." "What do you mean," I asked him. "I keep hitting the delete key, but the page is still up." I couldn't help but

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-37099356297745109702010-09-14T14:53:00.000-07:002010-09-14T14:54:09.103-07:00

Maybe it's because my next boyfriend is out of town. Or maybe it's because I lost out on a free bike. Or maybe it's because I didn't get the job I wanted. Whatever it is, it's left me feeling utterly and completely apathetic. Here are the top five things that I really couldn't care a hoot about: 1) Penelope Cruz is pregnant. Whoop-de-doo. Her voice is annoying and grating, and I wish she'd go

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-40293068260010114542010-09-10T08:48:00.000-07:002010-09-10T08:49:13.775-07:00

This is my horoscope for today: Tick tock. Tick tock. Is this what your day feels like? It probably will definitely feel like time is crawling today. As you experience minutes feeling like hours think about what you are doing. There is in fact nothing so compelling as to keep you from indulging in a little recreation, PJammy. Your tasks will still be there tomorrow - for now, cut yourself some

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-27900572198429844882010-09-09T13:41:00.000-07:002010-09-09T13:42:42.708-07:00

I have a date tomorrow night. It will be our fourth. I am counting the hours, and that makes it seem even further away. I know that in all actuality, it's just a little more than twenty-four hours away, yet it seems like it'll never get here. We had a great phone conversation last night - and at some point, he said I was only the second person he's gone out on a date with since his divorce. He

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-79655088557546025742010-09-04T19:58:00.000-07:002010-09-04T20:43:53.120-07:00

As I mentioned, I've been employing the Pair and a Spare method of dating. My spare is always someone different, but recently my Pair consisted of Eddie (lives in Winnemucca; I met him through Match) and Les (I haven't talked much about him yet; I met him through CL).Eddie is sweet. He's gentle, funny, and has been moving very slowly. He likes me a lot, or so he indicates, but I rarely hear from

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-39337893435034522572010-08-26T14:42:00.001-07:002010-08-26T18:01:04.209-07:00

1. I'm tired of dating, yet at the same time, I want more dates. I think the problem may be that I need dates with guys that don't leave me feeling tired of dating. Is that even possible? 2. I am falling in like with a guy that I've been dating. Of course, there's a problem: I think he may be an alcoholic. 3. I want to be an Elk, but their site doesn't tell me how to become one. But it does tell

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-37317928674044092702010-08-23T12:32:00.000-07:002010-08-23T12:33:40.191-07:00

I had a "surprise" date on Saturday night. I went to a party in Carson (which I never found), and returned home to find a message on my machine from some guy who wanted to meet me.He said he was going to be at Flowing Tide at 9 p.m. wearing a "burnt orange" shirt. I should have known just by that comment alone what the date would be like.But noooo, instead I thought, "9 p.m. is kind of a random

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-43149595148030205742010-08-19T19:44:00.000-07:002010-08-19T20:30:35.346-07:00

Friends with benefits - is there really such a thing? Can two people have a purely sexual relationship, no strings attached? That is the question.My stance on FWBs has been that they don't work. My watchful eyes have seen friend after friend get hurt - some male, some female. The thing is, though, these people were fooling themselves as to what they really wanted out of the "relationship." And

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-26320395617686864762010-08-10T15:04:00.001-07:002010-08-10T15:19:01.075-07:00

Last week, I had a date with a guy 11 years younger than me. I expected we'd get along and have fun - I never expected it would end up where it did, which was making out the Rail City parking lot. In fact, things got so hot and heavy a guy walking past asked us (nicely, btw) to basically get a room.Before the "get a room" comment, he asked if we could go to my place. I said "no." Although I was

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-7949112845682110402010-08-08T01:00:00.001-07:002010-08-08T01:00:55.295-07:00

I had an absolutely excellent day. Not sure what the most exciting thing is to report. Was it when my friend was in the bathroom and suddenly called out, "Peej, I have something I want to show you!" Or was it when I saw John Schneider of Dukes of Hazard and Smallville fame. He is f*cking good looking in real life. And nice, too, as far as I could tell.Perhaps it was when I was walking down

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-12202716521687647392010-08-02T22:13:00.001-07:002010-08-02T22:13:44.789-07:00

Date Number Four: Mr. HappyIt started with an email titled "Happy 6th of July."I feel I should stay in contact with you. I feel like there is some kind of connection we have between us I just can't put my finger on it yet :)" (sic)And so I wrote him back. I know, I'm a sucker. But, he was sincere, and so I thought, what the heck?In his reply, he asked me if I'd like to try it again. I said yes.

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-11661451050207944262010-07-30T21:16:00.001-07:002010-07-30T21:16:33.734-07:00

I know, I know - I still need to write about dates four and five. I will - honestly. But first a break from romance (ha!) for the Friday Five:1) This is the first week of July that's gone by in which I haven't had a date. Well, if you're one of those people who says the week starts on Sunday, then I guess I did have a date. But if you're of the ilk that the week starts on Monday, no dates for me

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-29881983055901384932010-07-28T17:56:00.001-07:002010-07-28T17:56:54.674-07:00

Date Number Three.Point.Five: Mr. HappyMr. Happy won me over right away. His very first email to me went a little something like this: "I no if I got a date with u It will certinally be a step up for me. If you want to make a old country boy's heart piter and pater rae;l fast then tell me you would let me take you on a date." (sic)Now, if any of you have come across my profile, you would know

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-67446952556926061292010-07-28T15:42:00.001-07:002010-07-28T18:06:06.948-07:00

Date Number Three: Mr. MoneybagsWhen Mr. Moneybags first contacted me, I laughed. His email was short and funny - just the way I like 'em. I read his profile, and he seemed normal and sane. There was only one red flag in his profile - a sentence that read "My ex signed me up for this."Now, I think that might have been his way of relaying to prospective matches know that he's so nice, even his ex

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-50489611794898366982010-07-28T15:18:00.001-07:002010-07-28T15:46:49.978-07:00

Date Number Two: The LeprechaunWhen the Leprechaun first contacted me, I have to admit I was intrigued. I had a lot of first contacts in that first week or so back online, but his profile was the first one to really grab me. Sure, he seemed outdoorsy while I am not, but other than that, he seemed like my kind of guy. In other words, he excited me.He only had one picture on his profile, and in it

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-60330855399873575812010-07-28T14:58:00.001-07:002010-07-28T15:00:02.180-07:00

Dates... I haven't had this many dates in such a short period ever in my life. And no, I'm not kidding - not even when I was a slender, muscular young thing I didn't get as many bids for my attention as I am receiving now.Life is good.Or is it?Here are my last five dates, plus one:Date Number One, Mr. Detective SergeantHis first email to me stated that he liked my profile, and would I like to

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-44723986303328272912010-07-26T12:08:00.000-07:002010-07-26T12:10:15.663-07:00

A while back, I let many of my friends know that if they wanted to fix me up with someone, I was game. An engaged and much-in-love friend of mine took the bait. She has a male friend who she thought I should meet. She admitted she wasn't positive we'd be a good match, but stated that we had some similarities and therefore might be attracted to one another.I said yes to a meet. So, she called him

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-61355907331016150062010-07-18T20:45:00.000-07:002010-07-18T21:05:10.391-07:00

I can't write a blog entry without writing the subject line first. So this is going to be difficult for me - right now the subject line is empty and it's driving me crazy. However, the whole "can't write until I have a subject line" thing is the main reason I haven't written lately... so I'm going to try something completely different and just type... and see what comes out.I have so much on my

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-40967704585714406112010-06-25T12:55:00.000-07:002010-06-25T12:56:09.999-07:00

So, this guy I dated is a Christian. You might remember me writing about him before - he's the one who said he couldn't date me because I am a witch, but then two seconds later said it was because I was busy, and three seconds after that said it was because he was scared. Yeah, now you remember.Well, he sent me an email with a link to some Christian lectures on the evils of witchcraft that he

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-4981870397811193092010-06-23T19:07:00.001-07:002010-06-23T19:11:05.791-07:00

1) Every time J did something senior specialist-y to my work today, I felt tears of humiliation creep up. No, I didn't actually cry - crying is for sissies. And your mother. Word.2) The phone rang, but I was nearest to my office phone with the broken Caller I.D. Do I answer and take a chance? Or let it ring? I answered and said, "I hope this isn't a telemarketer." The guy on the other end laughed

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-49080385627306268192010-06-10T16:45:00.000-07:002010-06-10T16:46:40.784-07:00

“I don’t want to marry that girl!” This is what Todd said to me in August of 2009, on an afternoon when we got together for lunch. Lunch turned into sex. Sex turned into a conversation about regrets.On that afternoon in August, Todd was frustrated and feeling cornered. Kim was forcing his hand. According to him, she first gave him an ultimatum regarding allowing her to move in. Once in, she gave

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-76242146559706663242010-06-02T21:26:00.001-07:002010-06-02T21:26:26.751-07:00

As many of you know, I've been working for a company since December 16th through Applied Staffing as a temp - almost six months for those of you who don't want to take out the calculator. A guy I work with started late March - today I was informed that we are both being hired on FTE.This should be good news, right? Well, I guess it is - kind of. I mean, yay, benefits. But, at the same time I was

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-81108060414804147912010-05-28T21:06:00.000-07:002010-05-28T21:07:15.020-07:00

A guy I dated during the 2009 September-October time frame kept my number in his phone. You wouldn't think this would be a problem, except that he has a bad habit of sitting on his phone, causing it to dial my number in the wee hours of the morning. This has been going on for months - the first time, I called him back, and he said he was sorry - he didn't realize his ass had dialed my number. He

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-78873460332312756312010-04-03T22:17:00.000-07:002010-04-03T22:18:39.671-07:00

Today I went on a date with someone I've been seeing on and off for almost two months. I say on and off, because as you, my ardent fans, may remember, this guy gave me three different reasons why we shouldn't see each other any more (1. I was too busy. 2. I'm a witch. 3. I'm a blogger.)The date today was nice: he took me to Tahoe and we had lunch at The Hard Rock Cafe. Then, he gave me $10 to

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-57430311713182598232010-04-01T19:38:00.000-07:002010-04-01T19:39:36.009-07:00

For the last few months, I've wished I had a time machine. I wouldn't want to go back too far - 10 years outta do it. I would love to go back to the year 2000. That was the year the X-Factor and I went on a "break." He wasn't sure if I could fulfill his needs. He thought our differences might get in the way of us enjoying a lifetime together. He also knew I was a monogamous kind of girl and he

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-13893620617909031232010-03-25T20:53:00.001-07:002010-03-25T20:53:54.887-07:00

Some days, hearing the latest news just angers me. Today is one of those days.A Florida jury awarded $26.6 million to a smoker's widow. The widow's husband died of lung cancer. I am outraged that she was awarded this money. She knew the hazards of marrying someone with a smoking habit. Plus, he was a grown-up and made his own choices - he chose to smoke, knowing there could be consequences. So,

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-58598169232722109392010-03-15T15:10:00.001-07:002010-03-15T15:10:54.352-07:00

Although I was keeping it on the down low, for the last month I have been dating someone. Only a few friends knew, because this guy is someone who was liked, or should I say “like liked,” by some women in my circle. So, instead of rousing jealousy without need, I didn’t mention it – figuring that if the relationship fizzled, no harm done and no feelings were hurt (except maybe mine).I’m not going

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-40465417632874956782010-03-07T06:38:00.000-08:002010-03-08T06:38:40.486-08:00

Today's horoscope: Peej, there are some really funky energies in your love life right now. If you don't get yourself into a secret passionate affair, you may still be surrounded with interesting, unusual suitors. One word of warning, remember that hot passion sometimes burns out quickly.There aren't just funky energies in my love life, there have been funky energies in my life all freakin' week.

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-29035763469118879472010-03-04T06:37:00.000-08:002010-03-08T06:37:58.030-08:00

Today's Tarot:The Sun ReversedThe Sun Reversed Clouds may be obscuring truth. Not as bright as things could be, but not dark either. A mitigating of circumstances. Possible sadness. Burn out from a job or relationship. Time to sit this one out until bright sun returns. Positive energies dampened, but not completely gone. Focus on good still at hand until time passes. Confusion and concealment.

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-2937582086870421932010-03-02T15:17:00.000-08:002010-03-02T15:18:05.973-08:00

Two years ago, I had this little nugget of an idea for a group of women. I knew I wanted to call it The Black Hat Society. I also knew I would prefer it to be a women-only group. And… I knew I wanted the group to be mostly for older women who practiced magic. And to me, that was the key: I wanted real practitioners – not dabblers or wannabes or those with only a passing interest. A close friend

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-16729089108996389522010-03-01T22:02:00.000-08:002010-03-01T22:03:48.063-08:00

Actually, I think the jury's still out - not on the date, per se, but on how many dates will follow.Don't get me wrong - the date was nice. He was gentlemanly and paid a lot of attention to me. He said a lot of the right things. But, he also said a lot of the wrong things. He's kind of crude. Has an odd sense of humor. On top of that, he tells the corniest jokes I ever heard outside of the Merv

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-49391357164765812432010-02-23T20:20:00.000-08:002010-02-23T20:21:47.060-08:00

I have a date on Saturday night. It'll be my first date since my mom died. It's weird to me how life just goes on without her.I'm really looking forward to this date, and not for the usual reasons. I can find every reason in the book NOT to like this guy. He's ten years older than me - I tend to like 'em around my age. He once told me he could never date me, because I'm a witch. He's a foot

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-73120631057889597082010-02-05T13:18:00.000-08:002010-02-07T01:18:54.829-08:00

1)I discovered that busy weeks don’t fill up the emptiness inside of me.2)The saying “Be careful what you wish for because it might come true” resonated deeply with me this week. Don’t get me wrong - I love my new hours – however, getting out the door by 7:30 a.m. is proving to be a huge problem for a girl who spent the last year staying up until the wee hours and sleeping in late.3)Speaking of

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-83181577879808990682010-01-30T13:12:00.001-08:002010-01-30T13:12:31.929-08:00

Last year at this same time, I started dating The Sailor. We dated for about two months, and then he left for sea. He told me at the beginning that he didn't want anything serious. That worked for me, as I had just broken up with the X-Factor and wasn't sure I wanted anything serious, either.We spent two months together - kind of always doing the same thing. Dinner, movies at his place, and then

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-19442626755207087362010-01-21T15:28:00.001-08:002010-01-21T15:28:45.018-08:00

The other day I picked up a magazine and there was an article in it about “the one that got away.” Both women and men told their sob stories on how someone special got away. Well, I’ve got news for you criers: There’s a reason the person “got away.” It’s because they weren’t the one. So stop yer cryin’ and get on with life.I guess this article hit a nerve because I went through my own period of

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-34411618331610446992010-01-14T17:00:00.001-08:002010-01-14T17:00:56.354-08:00

Today’s tarot card: Eight of CupsIn search of something missing in life. Searching for a piece of the puzzle to a loving relationship or fulfilling life. A person in search of loving partner. Patterns have been repeated only to give same outcome. A letting go. Going forth alone to find happiness and fulfillment. Improvement of a difficult situation. New hope and vitality. Weariness and apathy.I

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-21148441374800280502010-01-08T21:51:00.000-08:002010-01-08T21:52:18.058-08:00

1) This was my first full work week in over a year. It was long, it was hard, and it felt damn nice to be there.2) Some things take longer to forget than others.3) I wish Donald Dishman would stop giving out my phone number as if it was his. I am tired of yelling at his bill collectors.4) I've missed quite a few people this week. Just call me your melancholy baby.5) Just as I started to think I

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-74479169796402852552010-01-07T15:08:00.000-08:002010-01-07T15:09:43.114-08:00

I’m cutting back on coffee again. Not that I’m a caffeine addict or anything – however, Dr. Atkins believed that caffeine could interfere with weight loss, and so I’m cutting back to one cup a day (from two). Not sure if it’s necessary – after all, because of a bad case of reflux I can’t drink “real” coffee. So I drink Kava, a low-acid instant coffee an old boss of mine turned me on to. Being

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-27843907702644788342010-01-06T20:27:00.000-08:002010-01-06T20:43:15.905-08:00

I swear it feels as if I haven't had one cohesive thought today. My mind has jumped around all day, and it all started when I was in the car driving to work. At a stop light, and seemingly from nowhere, I thought of my mom. I realized that next week will be three months since her death, and I started to cry.When I say that thought came from nowhere, it really did. I had just finished singing a

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-91700879766575611512010-01-03T16:49:00.000-08:002010-01-03T17:26:35.660-08:00

I wish I could remember when I was so glad to see a year die, but unfortunately I remember the year: 1987. It was the year that I was attacked in my apartment and almost raped. The year hadn't been any better before that point, and it certainly got worse afterward. I look at that year as the year when I realized bad things could happen - and honestly, nothing was quite the same after that.As the

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-22831302915357861322009-12-18T22:08:00.000-08:002009-12-18T22:45:30.390-08:00

1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?Had a one night stand.2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?I never make resolutions - that way, I have nothing to break!3. Did anyone close to you die?My mom. I still can't believe she's gone4. What countries did you visit?The Republic of California5. What would you like to have in 2010 that you

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-60644250534212579262009-12-18T21:06:00.000-08:002009-12-18T21:07:43.048-08:00

Well my first week on the new job is over with. Okay, it wasn't a complete week - but it sure felt like it! So much to learn. So much to take in. So many people to know.However, I think I am going to really like it there. For one, it really is pretty much a paperless office. Our area doesn't deal with paper at all. The only paper I have are some handouts from training and my notepad. Everything

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-69931868549191450812009-12-17T22:23:00.001-08:002009-12-17T22:23:48.391-08:00

The Wisdom of Avalon is an oracle deck by Colette Baron-Reid, and I used this deck a lot after I was laid off last December.Today I pulled a card to see what I could expect today from my new job: the card is Birth/Rebirth. Some highlights from the card's meaning:Rejoice for spring is in the air and you're beginning again. This marker bodes well for any new project, endeavor, relationship, or idea

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-48728664577408180532009-11-17T14:45:00.001-08:002009-11-17T14:45:46.921-08:00

Friday morning, I left to go visit my dad for the weekend to celebrate my birthday. This was my first birthday since my mom's death. I knew it would feel incomplete. My dad knew it would feel incomplete. But - we celebrated, anyway.We got through Friday night by watching a movie I rented: the remake of Pelham 1-2-3. I never saw the original, but I have to say this version was entertaining. If

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-28120037889104147482009-11-09T12:09:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:21:28.830-08:00

My mom died a month ago. I have so much sadness inside regarding that, and I'm not even sure how to express it. One saying that keeps running around in my head is this: "I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing, when they, who are so fresh from God, love us." Charles DickensWhat grabs me is the "so fresh from God" part. That certainly describes the gift of birth - but what about

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-74393671615079856432009-10-30T22:00:00.001-07:002009-10-30T22:09:56.854-07:00

Before my mom died, I actually went out on two dates with the same guy. Go figure - me. Out. Not once, but twice.The guy is someone I met via my favorite-and-not-so-favorite matchmaking site. He is a top blogger, and seemed kind of into me. And in all honesty, probably way more into me than I was into him.On paper he seemed great. His blogs are funny and insightful. He seemed genuine. And nice.

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-47534760103523742282009-10-24T21:19:00.001-07:002009-10-24T21:31:57.072-07:00

Two weeks ago today I arrived at the hospital a half an hour too late.Two weeks ago today, I stood outside my mom's hospital door, waiting for the doctor.Two weeks ago today, I listened as he told me what I already knew in my heart.Two weeks ago today, I sat by my mom's lifeless body and cried.Two weeks ago today, I waited for my dad to arrive.Two weeks ago today was the first time I ever saw my

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-66322476100423484932009-09-10T11:54:00.000-07:002009-09-10T12:07:46.781-07:00

...or is it?This is a comment I made in response to what I read as a flirtatious remark from an old boss of mine. We've kept in touch on and off through the years. Recently when I was going through old emails, I realized I hadn't responded to his last one sent a few months ago. So, I wrote a response and updated him on my life, which included an update on my love life: barren.When I worked with

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-52426646864197623432009-09-01T16:20:00.000-07:002009-09-02T08:18:29.291-07:00

I hate wearing those little ear pod things when I'm working out at the gym. So, when I'm on the elliptical, it's just me, the overhead sound system and my thoughts. Since I'm not the kind of girl to keep my thoughts to myself, here they are:1) I saw Turtle working out. He looked a tad bit thinner - but just a tad. I scanned the gym for Vince, E, and Drama, but no luck. I guess Turtle was there on

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-1245938556753698732009-08-29T10:15:00.000-07:002009-08-29T10:36:18.822-07:00

"How many times can I break till I shatter?" That's a question I've been asking myself for years. I can even remember one of the first cracks - in one of our favorite restaurants on B Street in Hayward. It happened while we were enjoying a meal, and the words that came out of his mouth cracked my heart almost instantly. "You're not..." this. "You're not..." that. It became a pattern I learned to

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-13460118311303865722009-08-28T00:45:00.000-07:002009-08-28T15:05:58.359-07:00

1) I used to work out in the morning, but night sweats and a sick cat have been keeping me up nights. Translation: by the time morning rolls around, I'm too tired to get to the gym. So, I've turned to evening work outs. Tonight (or should I say last night?) was the latest I arrived at the gym: after ten p.m. I was surprised to find it pretty busy. On the plus side: the two guys who normally hog

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-66275653405567207822009-08-26T19:49:00.001-07:002009-08-26T19:49:46.814-07:00

The other night, a bunch of my friends and I were at GSR for Ladies' Night. After a drink or two, the band started playing dance music, so we got up to dance. Now...one of my pet peeves has to do with guys and dancing. We women don't mind dancing with one another, and in fact we enjoy it. And the guys will just sit at the bar and watch, but not ask us to dance. But there's always some asshole who

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-86621668304980969732009-08-19T22:14:00.000-07:002009-08-20T08:54:40.842-07:00

Your ex really isn't your ex until you have sex...isn't that right? I swear I heard that somewhere before...maybe just in my own head. But, it's kind of true, right? Almost every woman I've ever talked to has had sex with her ex.Now I'm one of them.Well, kind of. Let me explain... Hunky's new girlfriend doesn't want him to have female friends. Of course, that includes me. We still occasionally

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-7447759661956359002009-08-18T19:07:00.000-07:002009-08-18T19:08:00.421-07:00

One of the best temp jobs I ever had was through OfficeTeam, so when I was laid off in December, the first thing I did was sign myself back up with them. Last week they called and asked me if I would would work a short-term temp job this week. I jumped at the chance to get back to the top of their list, so I said yes.The job is as an order taker (you know how I love taking orders...) at a

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-13795713338992417142009-08-12T01:00:00.000-07:002009-08-20T09:25:55.363-07:00

When Chris Costa took his third set break of the night, a guy came up behind me, put his arms on my waist, leaned into me and with his lips almost on the back of my neck he said, "So is it a lizard or a redhead?" Um. Huh?I must have made oogly eyes at my friend Carmen, because she raised her eyebrows and looked at me. I asked the guy to repeat himself. "Is it lizard skin or a redhead?" He kept

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-48100401941376069722009-08-10T09:26:00.000-07:002009-08-20T09:27:57.406-07:00

Ever since this Cougar thing has been featured in magazines and on TV, I have to fend of 28-year-olds like crazy. Their emails are all very pointed, and are frequently crude. However, I do admit that there is this one guy from another site who contacts me regularly, and I do keep writing back. I think I keep writing because he seems kind of naive and friendly and lost. These qualities make him

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-77872083014293132892009-08-09T21:28:00.000-07:002009-08-20T09:30:24.393-07:00

Graveyard dirt. Believe it or not, it's a key ingredient in many spells. Unfortunately, graveyard dirt isn't easy to come by. You can purchase it in stores, but who knows if it really came from a graveyard? And, if you've been to a cemetery recently, you know that most graves are covered with grass, so digging up dirt would be a desecration of sorts.Another little known fact: to be used

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-83857965122520253082009-08-07T09:30:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:15:15.450-07:00

Even though I knowI don't want to knowYeah, I guess I knowI just hate how it sounds--Finger Eleven, "One Thing"True Sight. It's both a blessing and a curse. It's the one power I have that I have been using since I was a little girl. I have almost always (almost) been able to tell when someone is lying. I also know when something is being hidden. And, I quite frequently know the story behind the

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-88985641823090222492009-07-15T08:04:00.000-07:002009-07-15T08:05:53.033-07:00

Loving anyone is challenging. The love brings us to places we might not have thought we were strong enough to handle - and sometimes to places we were hoping to avoid.Loving someone with a disability is extremely challenging - I should know because I did it for over ten years. My ex-boyfriend (life partner, live-in significant other - take your pick) was not neuro-typical. He has Asperger's

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-39487121256121665452009-06-21T22:09:00.000-07:002009-06-21T22:10:02.103-07:00

MIdsummer - even before I publicly acknowledged that I am a witch, this was my favorite day of the year. The day the sun stays with us the longest - I dunno why - has always been a magical day for me.I can remember when I was a kid laying on my neighbor's lawn (they had the best lawn), staring at the sky and watching the clouds. My brother, friends and I would shout out what we saw up above -

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-49338483802724707072009-06-11T16:23:00.000-07:002009-06-19T16:24:41.185-07:00

Tonight I was out with my girlfriends, and I ended up driving one of them home. On the way, she said that the evening was another bust - another night in which she didn't meet anyone who flipped her switch. Another lonely night...It took a minute for this to sink in. Why? Because she's the one most of the single guys I've met ask me about. "Hey, PJammy, what about your friend? Is she seeing

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-34264699597694919832009-06-07T16:18:00.000-07:002009-06-19T16:21:56.540-07:00

After announcing financial difficulties, my horoscope ended with this: Tonight: go out and have a good time! And when I read my horoscope while drinking my coffee, I nodded and said "Yes, Astro, I am going out tonight!"But the day wore on. And on. And on. And except for a bright spot in the morning, the day just didn't end. And neither did the rain. So when the girls started backing out of

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-47626944487008642082009-06-06T18:38:00.001-07:002009-06-06T18:46:38.865-07:00

When the girls and I go out dancing. there is one song that always gets us up on the dance floor: Sweet Home Alabama. It's one of "our" songs. Our other no fail song is "The Joker (Space Cowboy)."I think it's cool that we all rock out to the same song, although I know our reasons for loving the song are all different. For me, the song always takes me back to Aschaffenburg, Germany - my first duty

Semi-Wickednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408281.post-80355269211405287112009-06-01T23:06:00.000-07:002009-06-01T23:22:38.672-07:00

I recently met a guy with whom I have explosive chemistry. We can barely be around each other in public without a gross display of public affection - so we planned on moving things to the bedroom.Before we did, though, he dropped a bomb on me. He told me that he had two kids that he hadn't told me about. See, I knew about one of them - a 17-year-old daughter. I was fine with that; she graduates

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