I had resigned myself to wait to see if FG called me after his trip to Canada. Part of me figured I would have to give in and call him first. But I wasn't rushing, especially since the first week of school is busy and tiring. I suppose I shouldn't have felt so much shock to get a call from him. But I did. Even more shocking, he asked me to go to dinner on Thursday. Now, don't get too excited. He didn't have any thoughts about restaurants. I had to choose that. And nailing down a time? I had to do that too. I love flexibility. But there's a fine a line between flexibility and indecisive. So we're meeting at the restaurant I wanted, at the time I wanted on a day that is Jeans Day and payday. Not too shabby to start the weekend.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Here we go again
No, it's not a date. Tomorrow is the first day of school. Since I've been back to school for about two weeks at this point, it doesn't really first like the first day of anything new. Regardless, I'll sleep restlessly tonight, as I always do before the first day of school. I'm wearing the dress that I wore for the last date. Well, it's the dress I wore for the last time I thought I had a date but he never showed up.
I've set a few goals for this week. Last week, going to gym took a hiatus. I want to get to the gym three times. Four would be ideal, but I'll be happy with three. I want to remain calm and level headed when people around me are erratic. Our principal stole my joke at orientation last week. All we have to do is make sure everyone gets home alive. I refuse to panic or become frantic for any schedule changes or complaining kids (more accurately, complaining parents). I want to reasonably follow my
WW points for food each day. (self explanatory) Except tonight. Tonight I am taking cue from my friend who celebrates the last day of summer by having ice cream for dinner. So I'll be joined for dinner by my two good friends, Ben and Jerry.
I've set a few goals for this week. Last week, going to gym took a hiatus. I want to get to the gym three times. Four would be ideal, but I'll be happy with three. I want to remain calm and level headed when people around me are erratic. Our principal stole my joke at orientation last week. All we have to do is make sure everyone gets home alive. I refuse to panic or become frantic for any schedule changes or complaining kids (more accurately, complaining parents). I want to reasonably follow my
WW points for food each day. (self explanatory) Except tonight. Tonight I am taking cue from my friend who celebrates the last day of summer by having ice cream for dinner. So I'll be joined for dinner by my two good friends, Ben and Jerry.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Status quo
The phrase status quo shouldn't evoke strong feelings. It should allow a feeling of calm, satisfaction or if nothing else, the beauty of non-change. Right now, status quo makes me want to eat carbs at a ravenous rate and hibernate from society. I want to forgo small talk and pretending like I am satisfied where my personal life is right now. But for now, I'll tell everyone that my summer was fine. I'll wrestle the inner struggle of french fries versus the size of my ass. And I'll keep canning to distract myself. That's what I keep telling myself.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Desperation
Over the last six days, a slight sense of desperation has clouded me. My anger over being stood up waned and I wasn't able to fully exert my initial wrath on the Dating Un-Coordinator. She said she would call Charles. A day and half later she sent me an email. She hadn't heard from him and was sorry for what happened. She still hoped nothing was wrong. I could not share that sentiment, but I did send a response about the humiliation of sitting there for an hour and my frustration at wasting an entire evening. It must have evoked enough guilt for her to call one me more time.
Being stood up was a bit like hitting my knee on my desk at school. It initially is a shock, then intense pain, then a lingering, dull throb that lasts far longer than you would expect. The dull throb is the cause of the desperation. If there had been an extenuating circumstance, I wouldn't feel so pathetic. While there are very few acceptable reasons for not calling the restaurant or calling the Dating Un-Coordinator and begging forgiveness, that might have eased the sting.
I've gone about my week, plugging away at work, spoiling my dogs with affection and belly rubs, chatting politely with neighbors. After a week of normalcy, it's almost like it never happened. Except it did. I joke and laugh about it. It's either that or cry. And one of my friends is crying enough for everyone these days.
I read a facebook post, that led to a blog, that led to another quote that struck me as important. Unfortunately, overwhelmed by social media, I'm unable to recall the source. It's better to be alone now then married and alone later. I realize that I could be married (many times over). But I don't just want a husband. I want a family. Most people assume family includes kids. My picture of family might just have the furry, four-legged kinds of kids. But I'm still holding out for a family, not just a husband. Unless I win the lottery. Then I going to buy a farm with a big house and rescue dogs. A lot of dogs.
Being stood up was a bit like hitting my knee on my desk at school. It initially is a shock, then intense pain, then a lingering, dull throb that lasts far longer than you would expect. The dull throb is the cause of the desperation. If there had been an extenuating circumstance, I wouldn't feel so pathetic. While there are very few acceptable reasons for not calling the restaurant or calling the Dating Un-Coordinator and begging forgiveness, that might have eased the sting.
I've gone about my week, plugging away at work, spoiling my dogs with affection and belly rubs, chatting politely with neighbors. After a week of normalcy, it's almost like it never happened. Except it did. I joke and laugh about it. It's either that or cry. And one of my friends is crying enough for everyone these days.
I read a facebook post, that led to a blog, that led to another quote that struck me as important. Unfortunately, overwhelmed by social media, I'm unable to recall the source. It's better to be alone now then married and alone later. I realize that I could be married (many times over). But I don't just want a husband. I want a family. Most people assume family includes kids. My picture of family might just have the furry, four-legged kinds of kids. But I'm still holding out for a family, not just a husband. Unless I win the lottery. Then I going to buy a farm with a big house and rescue dogs. A lot of dogs.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
A Fresh Level of Hell
In the span of three hours, I have experienced every emotion. Maybe not EVERY one, but a lot of them. Some of those emotions were in rapid succession, some were a more leisurely pace. Where should I start....
I got stood up. I wasted time, gasoline, pride and perfectly good makeup in one fell swoop.
I should have known when traffic wasn't too bad that something was amiss. The restaurant was in a Hyatt and part was being renovated. Not too many tables near the bar to begin with and the choice was between the two tables on either side of the doors leading to their outdoor seating. The risk of drinking alcohol and having my face turn brighter than my dress was daunting. I opted for iced tea.
The first few minutes weren't too bad. I was able to watch the river, people walking, a few boats and a jet ski or two. It gave me time to decompress from driving and focus on avoiding a clammy handshake.
6:20- I checked the time on my phone. At that precise moment, the speed of time slowed down and I think there were actual instances that time stood still. I think of possible reasons for being late. Traffic is second on the list of forgivable reasons for being late. First on the list is death. And only personal death. I'm not wishing him dead, just acknowledging that I wouldn't hold this lateness against him if he were dead. My new focus is resisting the urge to check the time on my phone obsessively.
6:26- I now start to consider the possibility that he is isn't going to show up. It's still possible that he will show up and it will give me an opportunity to show how easy going I am. Mentally, I practice what breezy statement I will make about being so late. "Oh, everyone gets stuck in traffic." "Really, I didn't mind waiting. It's such a nice night." "I'm glad you stopped to save those puppies from that burning building."
6:31- I now am starting to calculate exactly how long I wait until I face the fact. Half an hour isn't exactly enough time. This reminds me of waiting for the professor in college. The legends, how long you needed to wait and the variables based on if that person was a full professor, or an associate professor, entertain me. That entertainment lasts about nineteen seconds.
6:38- I debate asking the hostess for her advice how much longer I stay. Then I realize she probably has never been stood up so how would she be able to answer my question. My focus has shifted again to the phone conversation that will occur on Monday with my Dating Coordinator. I'm considering changing her title. She's not deserving of the a title including the word dating.
6:43- Reality has set in. Now I have to decide if I get something to eat and endure sitting even longer by myself with an extra place setting at the table. The place setting would surely mock me. The menu isn't fabulous so I decide to gather my pride and leave.
6:48- I feel the need to remove any remnant of said pride by asking my waiter to check if any phone messages were left with the hostess. I feel sorry for this guy who has to walk the length of the bar with a straight face only to tell me there were no phone messages. I ask for the check for my iced tea and he says not to worry about it. The descent to hell begins here.
To get back to my car, I have to walk across the lobby of the hotel, take an elevator down to the garage, walk along a corridor and take a different elevator to level 4. By the time I got to my car, I have experienced anger, disappointment, sadness, frustration, pathetic loser-ness, and more anger. Luckily the welling tears were reserved for the short elevator ride to the garage. I blame Carrie Bradshaw. I episode where she gets stood up on a blind date flashed through my brain. More specifically, the part where she said (excuse me while I paraphrase) 'unless he took one look at me and got the hell out of there'. But I know that couldn't have been the case. My dress was pre-approved and my friends accessorized me with a necklace and great black purse. That only leaves one other option. He better be dead.
I got stood up. I wasted time, gasoline, pride and perfectly good makeup in one fell swoop.
I should have known when traffic wasn't too bad that something was amiss. The restaurant was in a Hyatt and part was being renovated. Not too many tables near the bar to begin with and the choice was between the two tables on either side of the doors leading to their outdoor seating. The risk of drinking alcohol and having my face turn brighter than my dress was daunting. I opted for iced tea.
The first few minutes weren't too bad. I was able to watch the river, people walking, a few boats and a jet ski or two. It gave me time to decompress from driving and focus on avoiding a clammy handshake.
6:20- I checked the time on my phone. At that precise moment, the speed of time slowed down and I think there were actual instances that time stood still. I think of possible reasons for being late. Traffic is second on the list of forgivable reasons for being late. First on the list is death. And only personal death. I'm not wishing him dead, just acknowledging that I wouldn't hold this lateness against him if he were dead. My new focus is resisting the urge to check the time on my phone obsessively.
6:26- I now start to consider the possibility that he is isn't going to show up. It's still possible that he will show up and it will give me an opportunity to show how easy going I am. Mentally, I practice what breezy statement I will make about being so late. "Oh, everyone gets stuck in traffic." "Really, I didn't mind waiting. It's such a nice night." "I'm glad you stopped to save those puppies from that burning building."
6:31- I now am starting to calculate exactly how long I wait until I face the fact. Half an hour isn't exactly enough time. This reminds me of waiting for the professor in college. The legends, how long you needed to wait and the variables based on if that person was a full professor, or an associate professor, entertain me. That entertainment lasts about nineteen seconds.
6:38- I debate asking the hostess for her advice how much longer I stay. Then I realize she probably has never been stood up so how would she be able to answer my question. My focus has shifted again to the phone conversation that will occur on Monday with my Dating Coordinator. I'm considering changing her title. She's not deserving of the a title including the word dating.
6:43- Reality has set in. Now I have to decide if I get something to eat and endure sitting even longer by myself with an extra place setting at the table. The place setting would surely mock me. The menu isn't fabulous so I decide to gather my pride and leave.
6:48- I feel the need to remove any remnant of said pride by asking my waiter to check if any phone messages were left with the hostess. I feel sorry for this guy who has to walk the length of the bar with a straight face only to tell me there were no phone messages. I ask for the check for my iced tea and he says not to worry about it. The descent to hell begins here.
To get back to my car, I have to walk across the lobby of the hotel, take an elevator down to the garage, walk along a corridor and take a different elevator to level 4. By the time I got to my car, I have experienced anger, disappointment, sadness, frustration, pathetic loser-ness, and more anger. Luckily the welling tears were reserved for the short elevator ride to the garage. I blame Carrie Bradshaw. I episode where she gets stood up on a blind date flashed through my brain. More specifically, the part where she said (excuse me while I paraphrase) 'unless he took one look at me and got the hell out of there'. But I know that couldn't have been the case. My dress was pre-approved and my friends accessorized me with a necklace and great black purse. That only leaves one other option. He better be dead.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Basketcase
My discovery this week is that it's me. I am feeling basketcase-ish.
I have a date set up with a guy from the match service tomorrow. The eternal optimist in me is on vacation and I'm feeling like the distance will be an issue again. It's a Philly date, and the Dating Coordinator offered to have him meet me on the Main Line. Hardly a difference. Again, I worry about which outfit I'm going to wear only to remind myself that guys don't care about the color of my dress. Or if I'm wearing capris. Or which shoes will go with which outfit. And that thought just now made me decide to wear the dress with the black shrug because I have black wedges to wear with it. If I wear the dress with the brown shrug, I'd have to wear flats because either I never had brown wedges or I've lost them or they were chewed by a dog and I've repressed that memory. See? Basketcase.
Another reason it's me? On the phone last night with FG, I realized he says "and the next thing you know" a lot. Let's find a phrase that tells of time elapsing that doesn't sound like a potato farmer. How about "a few minutes later"? Or what is wrong with 'after awhile'? Or just say the amount of time- an hour later, about 20 minutes, even later that night. We all have phrases we tend to use frequently. I'm sure I have things I say repeatedly and overuse far too much. Feel free to list them in the comments. Finding this phrase so early into our conversations is a bit alarming. In the first weeks of meeting someone, I'd like to find something endearing, not annoying. Maybe I was just over-tired and cranky last night. When I left him a message earlier in the day, I didn't realize at the time I wouldn't be able to fit in a nap that afternoon. A nap might cure tiredness but there may be no hope for my level of cranky.
Routines in conversations often are a natural progression. So natural that you probably don't think about it or even realized it has happened. So natural that you might not even know what I'm talking about. When there is no routine, it is awkward and uncomfortable because you don't know who is supposed to say goodbye first, who is supposed to decide when the phone call is over, who is supposed to lead the next topic of conversation. The part of the conversation when you make future plans is painful without this routine. And this isn't even setting up the next date, but who is going to call or when will you talk next. And yes, the end of our conversation was excruciating.
One lasting concern- he doesn't buy peaches because they cost too much? I did hold my tongue and not scream, "are you KIDDING me?" And he hadn't seen donut peaches. Granted, they haven't been around for decades, but most grocery stores have them. But I guess if you don't buy peaches because they cost too much, you don't exactly check out the varieties. I can support not buying out of season produce. Peaches in January would be pricey. But this isn't January. And don't talk to me about buying a new camera in case you see a moose then tell me that peaches cost too much.
I want to pretend that money isn't a big issue. It is. I work hard, I save for retirement and I'm going to spend my money as I see fit. Like the NFL Sunday Ticket. I forgot to cancel it after last season, so the payments started up automatically. I could still cancel it. But I'm not. So from September until January, you'll know where to find me every Sunday without question.
The bigger money question now is will I have to buy my own dinner tomorrow?
I have a date set up with a guy from the match service tomorrow. The eternal optimist in me is on vacation and I'm feeling like the distance will be an issue again. It's a Philly date, and the Dating Coordinator offered to have him meet me on the Main Line. Hardly a difference. Again, I worry about which outfit I'm going to wear only to remind myself that guys don't care about the color of my dress. Or if I'm wearing capris. Or which shoes will go with which outfit. And that thought just now made me decide to wear the dress with the black shrug because I have black wedges to wear with it. If I wear the dress with the brown shrug, I'd have to wear flats because either I never had brown wedges or I've lost them or they were chewed by a dog and I've repressed that memory. See? Basketcase.
Another reason it's me? On the phone last night with FG, I realized he says "and the next thing you know" a lot. Let's find a phrase that tells of time elapsing that doesn't sound like a potato farmer. How about "a few minutes later"? Or what is wrong with 'after awhile'? Or just say the amount of time- an hour later, about 20 minutes, even later that night. We all have phrases we tend to use frequently. I'm sure I have things I say repeatedly and overuse far too much. Feel free to list them in the comments. Finding this phrase so early into our conversations is a bit alarming. In the first weeks of meeting someone, I'd like to find something endearing, not annoying. Maybe I was just over-tired and cranky last night. When I left him a message earlier in the day, I didn't realize at the time I wouldn't be able to fit in a nap that afternoon. A nap might cure tiredness but there may be no hope for my level of cranky.
Routines in conversations often are a natural progression. So natural that you probably don't think about it or even realized it has happened. So natural that you might not even know what I'm talking about. When there is no routine, it is awkward and uncomfortable because you don't know who is supposed to say goodbye first, who is supposed to decide when the phone call is over, who is supposed to lead the next topic of conversation. The part of the conversation when you make future plans is painful without this routine. And this isn't even setting up the next date, but who is going to call or when will you talk next. And yes, the end of our conversation was excruciating.
One lasting concern- he doesn't buy peaches because they cost too much? I did hold my tongue and not scream, "are you KIDDING me?" And he hadn't seen donut peaches. Granted, they haven't been around for decades, but most grocery stores have them. But I guess if you don't buy peaches because they cost too much, you don't exactly check out the varieties. I can support not buying out of season produce. Peaches in January would be pricey. But this isn't January. And don't talk to me about buying a new camera in case you see a moose then tell me that peaches cost too much.
I want to pretend that money isn't a big issue. It is. I work hard, I save for retirement and I'm going to spend my money as I see fit. Like the NFL Sunday Ticket. I forgot to cancel it after last season, so the payments started up automatically. I could still cancel it. But I'm not. So from September until January, you'll know where to find me every Sunday without question.
The bigger money question now is will I have to buy my own dinner tomorrow?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
What happens when....
Imagine my shock when FG called with an idea for a get together. There was an art show held at Middle Creek Wildlife Management Area. Art show, outdoorsy area- I can do that. The weather was cooperating with mild temps. The logistics are still a bit awkward. We haven't been to the other's home and there wasn't a good half-way point. So we arrange to meet up in a parking lot.
I'm trying to be open minded. So when he didn't get out of his car to greet me, I let it go. He mentioned he forgot his GPS. I offer my cell phone and he declines. My theory- don't mention the GPS if you don't want it. Again, I think "get a big boy cell phone" and keep it to myself.
It was a pretty drive. He's not a scary driver but he didn't have any music on. Music can reveal a lot but that remains unseen. The temptation was there to turn the volume up and see his reaction. He described the lake being covered in waterfowl. On that day, no such luck. We did get out at a couple spots and looked around. He had a camera and binoculars. The camera I understand. The binoculars-I'm not a fan. Regardless, it was pleasant.
The Art Show- The main building for the Wildlife Area was crammed full of panels in every direction, clip-on lamps attached to anything stationery, and a fair amount of people. It was almost all paintings and many of the artists where there, hovering a little too close. I like nature but I haven't been exposed to a lot of game. After this experience, I realized how very little I know about it. There were bears, deer, turkeys, ducks, birds, a few foxes, and more turkeys. I've never seen so many pictures of turkeys in one place. The art was decent quality. So they were very nice pictures of turkeys, but they were still turkeys.
I had a moment among the ducks. It was one of those moments that makes you keenly aware of your surroundings and little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. In a flash, I was acutely mindful of every word, intonation, gesture. FG was talking to an artist that he met once, years earlier. He told me the story of how he met this guy, and now he was tell him the same story. To make sure this is clear, FG is telling the story of meeting the artist to the artist. I've been around people who do this. That situation reminds me of someone trying to fit in with the cool kids. Not that I think I'm a cool kid. I realize how far I am from the popular crowd. I'm OK with that. I'm not immune to gushing over people that others might not understand. But I know I'm not going to hang out with them, fit in with them or otherwise blend as part of that group.
The part that made me nearly shudder was that I've been in relationships with people who have done this. The Ex and the Tool were notorious for this. It's uncomfortable to watch and even more uncomfortable to be associated with someone who does this. So what happens when you make a realization like this? It's not exactly a deal breaker but it's almost painful to stand there, listening to this type of plea for acceptance and inclusion. To add to the discomfort, I have to stand there with absolutely nothing to add to the conversation without even being introduced.
We grabbed something to eat at a diner on the way home. When I offered to pay, and had to pluck the check from his hand, he hesitated which is much appreciated gesture. I don't mind buying dinners but let's pretend that we disagree on who is paying. He didn't get out of the car when he dropped me off. Sitting side by side makes for a challenging 'goodnight' opportunity. He also pulled away without waiting to make sure that my car started or that I pulled away. I'm blaming both of those things on his hiatus from dating. I'm sure I can come up with some witty sarcasm that will alert him to those points. Well, I think I'm witty. Maybe this is a big part of my problem.
I'm trying to be open minded. So when he didn't get out of his car to greet me, I let it go. He mentioned he forgot his GPS. I offer my cell phone and he declines. My theory- don't mention the GPS if you don't want it. Again, I think "get a big boy cell phone" and keep it to myself.
It was a pretty drive. He's not a scary driver but he didn't have any music on. Music can reveal a lot but that remains unseen. The temptation was there to turn the volume up and see his reaction. He described the lake being covered in waterfowl. On that day, no such luck. We did get out at a couple spots and looked around. He had a camera and binoculars. The camera I understand. The binoculars-I'm not a fan. Regardless, it was pleasant.
The Art Show- The main building for the Wildlife Area was crammed full of panels in every direction, clip-on lamps attached to anything stationery, and a fair amount of people. It was almost all paintings and many of the artists where there, hovering a little too close. I like nature but I haven't been exposed to a lot of game. After this experience, I realized how very little I know about it. There were bears, deer, turkeys, ducks, birds, a few foxes, and more turkeys. I've never seen so many pictures of turkeys in one place. The art was decent quality. So they were very nice pictures of turkeys, but they were still turkeys.
I had a moment among the ducks. It was one of those moments that makes you keenly aware of your surroundings and little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. In a flash, I was acutely mindful of every word, intonation, gesture. FG was talking to an artist that he met once, years earlier. He told me the story of how he met this guy, and now he was tell him the same story. To make sure this is clear, FG is telling the story of meeting the artist to the artist. I've been around people who do this. That situation reminds me of someone trying to fit in with the cool kids. Not that I think I'm a cool kid. I realize how far I am from the popular crowd. I'm OK with that. I'm not immune to gushing over people that others might not understand. But I know I'm not going to hang out with them, fit in with them or otherwise blend as part of that group.
The part that made me nearly shudder was that I've been in relationships with people who have done this. The Ex and the Tool were notorious for this. It's uncomfortable to watch and even more uncomfortable to be associated with someone who does this. So what happens when you make a realization like this? It's not exactly a deal breaker but it's almost painful to stand there, listening to this type of plea for acceptance and inclusion. To add to the discomfort, I have to stand there with absolutely nothing to add to the conversation without even being introduced.
We grabbed something to eat at a diner on the way home. When I offered to pay, and had to pluck the check from his hand, he hesitated which is much appreciated gesture. I don't mind buying dinners but let's pretend that we disagree on who is paying. He didn't get out of the car when he dropped me off. Sitting side by side makes for a challenging 'goodnight' opportunity. He also pulled away without waiting to make sure that my car started or that I pulled away. I'm blaming both of those things on his hiatus from dating. I'm sure I can come up with some witty sarcasm that will alert him to those points. Well, I think I'm witty. Maybe this is a big part of my problem.
Friday, August 2, 2013
The second date
A second date. The words sound so unfamiliar. But a second date it was.
FG was lead to invite me on a second date. I suggested dinner, and had to push for him to pick a restaurant and then I decided on the date and time. We were there for over two hours. So you'd think this would be exciting, encouraging. You'd think.
It seems very beige. Conversation was fine. Dinner was fine. The evening was fine. He paid which should be cause for celebration. Somehow it still feels less than spectacular. Maybe I am hoping for too much. Maybe I've watched too many sappy movies and I have to adjust that the earth really doesn't move after a good date.
I'm interested to see where this proceeds. There haven't been any glaring issues or lapses of judgment. There are some items of concern. I am looking at this from a philosophical standpoint. I didn't even realize I had a philosophical standpoint until now.
Activity level- I don't want my life to be sitting in front of the TV (especially without cable), possibly falling asleep at some point, each night. I'm not a super active type A person. I'm not unrealistic about that. The occasional "I feel asleep in front of the TV" happens. You didn't sleep well, you had to get up earlier than normal, you were up late because Monday Night Football went into overtime.
Food- Don't expect me to eat venison. Ever.
Old Stuff- Otherwise known as antiques. I have dogs, I can't imagine not having dogs. My dogs aren't destructive. Except for getting into the trash and that's only because I forget to secure it with the bungee cord. If you want stuff out, there will be contact with canines. Be prepared for that.
As the weekend nears, I'll wait to see if I get a call. The Reading Fair is this week, the temps aren't terribly high so maybe we'll venture there. I can't imagine there will be another suggestion.
FG was lead to invite me on a second date. I suggested dinner, and had to push for him to pick a restaurant and then I decided on the date and time. We were there for over two hours. So you'd think this would be exciting, encouraging. You'd think.
It seems very beige. Conversation was fine. Dinner was fine. The evening was fine. He paid which should be cause for celebration. Somehow it still feels less than spectacular. Maybe I am hoping for too much. Maybe I've watched too many sappy movies and I have to adjust that the earth really doesn't move after a good date.
I'm interested to see where this proceeds. There haven't been any glaring issues or lapses of judgment. There are some items of concern. I am looking at this from a philosophical standpoint. I didn't even realize I had a philosophical standpoint until now.
Activity level- I don't want my life to be sitting in front of the TV (especially without cable), possibly falling asleep at some point, each night. I'm not a super active type A person. I'm not unrealistic about that. The occasional "I feel asleep in front of the TV" happens. You didn't sleep well, you had to get up earlier than normal, you were up late because Monday Night Football went into overtime.
Food- Don't expect me to eat venison. Ever.
Old Stuff- Otherwise known as antiques. I have dogs, I can't imagine not having dogs. My dogs aren't destructive. Except for getting into the trash and that's only because I forget to secure it with the bungee cord. If you want stuff out, there will be contact with canines. Be prepared for that.
As the weekend nears, I'll wait to see if I get a call. The Reading Fair is this week, the temps aren't terribly high so maybe we'll venture there. I can't imagine there will be another suggestion.
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