Happy Holidays

On Friday I heard from Daddy Warbucks. For those of you who don't read my blog regularly, after dating a few different guys on match, I narrowed it down to Warbucks and my current boyfriend. This past summer he asked me to go out on a specific weekend, and I said sure, and then he basically told me he'd let me know when he decided if it would be good for him. In response to his diva move, I told him we could just do it another weekend, and then I never heard from him again. I think he thought that if he played hardball, I'd get desperate, come back crawling to him, and then he could have his way. But I never did contact him, and I was surprised to hear from him on Friday. It was a long series of texts. I told him I had a boyfriend and I was very loyal, and then he wrote me, "I'm always here if you ever need me, Santa." And then he sent me a link of his latest television appearance, probably thinking that would change my mind and I'd abandon who I'm with now. I had to laugh. That man is incorrigible. His clip WAS impressive, but it's definitely over. He then asked me to send him a recent photo of myself. So I sent him this photo, and that seemed to end things between us:

In the end, I'm very happy with who I'm with now.

Speaking of, my BF took me to the local Nutcracker on Saturday with his son... or rather, I dragged them there. They were complaining the whole time before, but after watching it, they admitted they really liked it! I liked it, too, but it wasn't the best I've seen. I mean, the costumes and special effects were spectacular and unlike anything I'd ever seen before- fireworks, beautiful lights, smoke and everything to really put on a show. It was a visual wow-fest. But the dancing was mediocre. Nobody danced en sync, which made a lot of the dances look really sloppy. Their form was great, but if you've ever been to a ballet where all of the dancers actually dance perfectly en sync, it's totally shocking and amazing. It's hard to go from that to watching a show where they land or turn five seconds apart, and they're not even meant to stagger.

Anyway, that night his son asked him again if we were going to get married. The first time his son asked a few months ago, I was in a weird frame of mind about the institute of marriage, but the idea is growing on me. I don't know how my BF feels. Either way, it's a long way off, for sure. Even if we both wanted to get married after a month of knowing one another, neither one of us is the type to do that. We're both way too cautious and would feel it necessary to date for at least a year before deciding on something like that.

Went to dinner with an old college friend last night. She's heading out of the country to take a job overseas. It's sad to see her go, as I've known her well for like ten years now and consider her a good friend, but not too sad, as I do feel I'll see her again. Plus, I'm very excited for her. Bon Voyage, Z!

Well, I have so much to do... my flight leaves today, and I have yet to pack, clean the house or figure out what I'm doing with our doggy. My sister's friend was going to dog-sit and she flaked. Panic time! Okay, happy Holidays!

Lost Card/ Sewing Final

I lost my debit card yesterday in Target. Luckily I figured it out before I went through the check-out line, and saved myself the embarrassment. Eh, who needs tampons anyway? I'm pretty sure I dropped my card on the floor in one of the aisles somewhere because it was in my hand, and then my boyfriend called, and then after we hung up, I couldn't find it anywhere. Re-traced steps to no avail. Not in purse. I checked customer service, and no one turned it in. I put a temporary hold on my card yesterday, and I suppose I should call back this morning and cancel my card altogether. It is the holidays, and I'm sure someone hard-up for cash took it, hoping to purchase something before I noticed it missing.

Anyway, I know that hearing about lost cards and wallets is right up there with hearing about someone's dreams, so I'll move on...

I had my sewing final this week. I don't think I did too hot on the written portion, but I took the course as a pass/fail and not graded, so I don't really care. Plus, I got an A on my "t-shirt"... it's not really a t-shirt in the true sense of the word, but technically it's in the same category. It was originally supposed to be for me, but it ended up way too big, so I told my teacher it was meant for my boyfriend so she wouldn't dock me points, and now it will be. I'm glad I didn't go with the pink material. I think he's okay with purple. He'll probably just wear it to bed anyway. It's not perfect.... but Merry Christmas, honey!

My Two Cents on Tiger

You've probably seen the photos of Tiger Woods' (alleged?) mistress, Rachel Uchitel. I say alleged, because some speculate that she wasn't his mistress at all, but his madame! In the photos one usually sees of her, she looks like your typical Vegas vamp:

Anyway, I ran across another picture of her that intrigued me. It was a picture of her taken after 9/11 and she was one of the women searching for a lost loved one, her fiancee. Say what you will about her, but I have a lot of sympathy for her now. She looks so distraught. Imagine having to go through that. Many people did go through it, and were able to get through their loss with dignity and grace. Others chose other paths, like being a madame! Either way, I can't even begin to imagine what that experience might do to you. Sorry, but I think I'm going to give her a pass. Sympathy vote! How can you be mean to this face?:

Actually, to be honest, I kind of give all the women a pass. They were interchangeable. If it wasn't one of them, he would have easily found another woman. It's one thing for a woman to go in and try to steal someone's husband and wreck a home- that's being a home-wrecker, and I don't condone that. But if the man has already decided before he's even met the mistress that he's going to be a philanderer and do it with anything in a skirt, ALL fault lies with him. He decided to wreck the home, and the shame-blame should fall squarely on his shoulders.

Per your request!

Alright, you requested more entries, and you got 'em! You'll probably regret saying that as I barely have enough things to say for a weekly entry! You'll soon discover how boring my life is. I'm really digging to find stuff. Okay, below are the pictures I promised. The white, bottom thing is the extension chord outlet, the orange thing is the converter thing because the end of my space heaters chord has three prongs and my extension chord only takes two-pronged gadgets. So there's a lot going on here. I'm throwing all of them away.

If you look closely, you'll see where the paper was starting to burn, and where I ripped it off (paper is stuck to the orange thing). And also, there is writing/ ink from the papers that melted onto the white extension chord. You'll see the word "which" written backwards, as well as something else I'm not patient enough to figure out.

In the picture below that, you'll see how the carpet that the chords were lying on was starting to burn. The pattern of the carpet is burnt into the side of the chords.

My sister read her space heater box more clearly, and it says not to use extension chords with it! So that was our problem. Moral of the story: read the directions!!

Foiled Again

Not too much going on here... just trying to get ready for the holidays. My brother bought me and my sister plane tickets home, which was really nice of him. I'll be up there for about a week. I'll pay him back later.

Had a little disagreement with my BF on Saturday. Every time I think about it, it just makes me sick. When we first met, he told me that his politics were financially conservative and socially liberal, but he is not socially liberal. Every day I'm realizing how conservative he really is (and sorry to all you conservatives out there), and it really horrifies me. He just sounds like such a bigot on certain issues. Other than that, he's perfect and perfect for me, but it's really hard for me to believe that I'm dating someone who has his unenlightened opinions. If he had told me how he felt about this certain issue on the first date, there would have been no second date. I even remember asking him about it, but he nimbly side-stepped the question, and I didn't even realize at the time that he didn't adequately answer it. And now, it feels too late to pull out now. I really love him and don't have the strength to break up. If I had any moral character, I would find the backbone to do it. But I really don't want to break up with him. But I really don't share the same outlook on the world, and it's hard for me to really respect his point of view. In fact, I don't. So it's hard. Right now we've agreed to just not discuss politics, but I'm really wrestling with this.

I feel like men are always tricking me! I see their true colors months or years into the relationship. I wish they would just be more upfront and honest about who they really are from the get-go.

What a Day

It's raining cats and dogs outside. That's okay, I love a rainy night!

I didn't get any sub work today, and that's a good thing because I cleaned up my room. I picked up some papers off the floor. When I picked them up, I noticed that they were very warm, and the bottom one was brown, as if it was about to burn. They had apparently fallen off the chair and were covering the extension chord, where the chord and the plug for my space heater meet. The chords were all melted and the carpet was burned/ melted where the chords were (my throw carpet, not the house's carpet!). Omigod. I totally almost burned the house down! Way to be a good house-sitter. Who knew chords were so touchy, though? I've heard space heaters are dangerous, and I can see why now. They really use a lot of juice! I'll put a picture up later, but I'm too tired right now. Just wanted to post something up. Anyway, I'm not sure if this house is trying to kill me or save me from myself.

So then I ran a few errands around town, and of course halfway through, my car wouldn't start. I was stranded out in the rain and had to buy a new $125 battery from the Triple A guy who came to my rescue. Luckily I got a $25 discount because I bought the upgraded membership. Always buy the upgraded membership! It really pays for itself. Especially if you drive a junker like I do.