Happy birthday mom

Today would have been my mother’s birthday, in her honor I’ve stopped to look at the flowers and enjoyed a cupcake.


She was a great cook, a natural nurse, a full-time teacher and a creative story-teller. She was a personal shopper, a seamstress, a psychologist and a chauffeur. With all of her many jobs and responsibilities she raised 3 kids. Her favorite quote was, “just when the caterpillar thought it’s life was over, it became a butterfly.”


Happy birthday mom, I miss you everyday

They liked him

It seems like so much has happened since I last blogged. It’s kind of scary but I think I’m starting to fall in love already. I know it seems soon and kind of sudden, but the signs are there. I’m happy almost all of the time. I stop and listen to the birds when jog in the mornings. I have started jogging in the morning, actually we jog in the morning. Food tastes better and everything seems brighter. While I realize some might call it infatuation being a romantic at heart I like to think it’s the start of falling in love.

My friends got a chance to meet my guy and everyone actually got along. It was almost like the first day of school and show & tell rolled into one you know that excited, nervous feeling of can’t wait. He told a few really corny jokes which made me want to cringe, but he was charming and they liked him.

He got along well with my guy friends and they had fun talking about sports, I tuned out of that conversation… I can tell you who a few well-known athletes are and my local teams, but rules and stats, forget it. Amelie and Jilly mentioned that they liked how comfortable and relaxed he was, which makes for a good balance since I have a ton of energy and like to stay busy.

Since then we’ve all hung out a few more times and I met his friends which was also a bit scary, he took me cosmic bowling with his friends. They were so cool, they cracked a few jokes, told me some old stories and didn’t make fun of my horrible bowling skills. I have fun bowling but I really suck at it, true story I’m so bad I’ve gotten a gutter ball on the first frame using bumpers.

Would you believe his friends and my friends have hung out as well. We all went ice skating the other day to beat the heat. Yes Florida has indoor ice skating rinks, we even have a hockey team.

Everyone got along, my friends and his friends all acted like a bunch of little kids on the rink, but what makes it funny is that the little kids around us were better than we were. We were falling while the kids were skating circles and zipping by us.

While we all had a good time what’s nice is that we’re both doing a good job of balancing and blending, we spend a lot of time hanging out together but I still have time for my friends and he has time for his. I love spending time with him, but I don’t want to lose my friends in the process. I don’t want to jinx it by saying perfect but…

On separate note my latest fortunes have been repeats but I still have the gum… I hope I don’t regret my current hair style.


Will definitely keep you informed of any new developments, but for now I’m enjoying the fact that life is good.

I can breathe again…

Let there be air conditioning, can I just say one more time that one of the worst things is to be stuck in Florida without air conditioning. Last time my air went out due to a storm, this time there was a problem with the fan. Both times I was hot and miserable, this time I was tempted to crash on Jilly’s couch. Living in Florida air is a necessity, it’s easier to sleep at night and in getting my hair ready for work in the morning. Thankfully last night wasn’t too hot and it was fixed today.


Unfortunately like the saying goes when it rain it pours, my car insurance bill is due by the 25th this month and I just got into a car accident. Wasn’t my fault but Florida is considered a no fault state, so we’ll see how this works. I was hit by someone while my car was parked, thankfully they left a note, but it’s still a bit aggravating having to deal with rental car agencies and insurance companies.

On a bright spot I have a quasi date tonight with Jason, today I’m introducing him to my friends. Tonight would be one of my normal happy hours with friends, so I checked with all parties involved and everyone seems ok with him being there. I’m a little nervous but I think everyone should like him, he always has the manners of a true southern gentlemen. Our first date together was an impromptu bowling date and he brought me daisies.

He holds the doors, he says ma’am and sir to his elders, and is respectful of anyone waiting on us. Part of me really wonders why he’s single and the other part is saying don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He was engaged once like me, he said that they realized before getting married that they wanted different things out of life.

Before I forget this week’s fortune was, “You will inherit an unexpected sum of money within the year”. While I could use the money inheriting is not a good thing for me, even though I gain something I had to lose someone in the process.


Fingers crossed that everyone is healthy and happy and that all goes well tonight with my friends and my beau. It’s kind of nice saying that, haven’t used that word or anything like it in a while. Regardless of how things go tonight, he’s not meeting the family any time soon, one step at a time right. Wish me luck.

One step at a time

“Reading your fortune out loud will bring you good luck“. All I can say is that I hope so because right now things are good and they haven’t always been that way. Right now my family’s healthy, I have good friends, I’m on budget and I have a guy that I’m seeing, since things are going well with Jason.

In the last five years I’ve lost both parents, racked up a lot of credit card debt and survived a broken engagement and those were just the highlights. I also gained some weight and in the process found out who my true friends were. So please forgive me my happiness and don’t take it for gloating when I say that things are going good right now.

On a much lighter note I did open up another one of those gum-ball fortunes… “work is like eggnog on your mashed potatoes

I think that someone really likes eggs and I could go for some mashed potatoes.


Found something kind of interesting at a boutique this weekend, “Fortune Gumballs” …


Jilly felt like visit some friends in Orlando and I tagged along for the ride.

We were able to take a little stroll around the downtown area have brunch and get some gelato


Then I spotted these cute little gems in a store, while the gum is not my favorite I love the fortunes, so far… “Don’t confuse love with egg salad.”


To be continued

I’ve missed the online WordPress community and my blog, who knew that e-dating would take up so much time. Between the messaging, the phone calls and the meeting in person online dating feels like a full-time job. Unfortunately none of my prospects have yielded any results, in fact they remind me why I haven’t dated in a while.

There was my disaster date Eric who seemed like a nice guy whom I’d have a lot in common with since we had great phone conversations. I pulled up to the restaurant that we were meeting at a little after him and saw him spray himself with a horrible smelling baby powder cologne. It went completely downhill from there. He kept texting someone else on our date, then again I didn’t want that smell to rub off on me. If it weren’t for Eric I never would have believed Ami’s theory on smell.

Ami claimed that unless you like the way a man or woman smells its doomed for the start. She said that there have been several studies on the subject and that your perfect partner will have a scent all their own despite cologne and lotions. Then there was something about smell and chemistry, but you’d need to talk to her on that subject.

My next bad date was meeting for drinks, with a guy who was recently divorced, and seemed like hated women because of it. He basically cursed his ex-wife through out our whole date even telling me that she got pregnant on purpose. Strangely enough he wanted to go to dinner afterwards.


After that there were a couple of just ok dates and there was one bright spot, Jason. Jason was cute and fun, he even wore purple. Our first date was a bowling date and he was ok with me beating him. I’m not the type of girl who will just let a guy win or act stupid, but you don’t want to hear about that. Jason physically was my perfect type of guy, great height and not too skinny, not too fat. His arms looked like they’d be perfect for hugs and cuddling. He made me laugh so much during bowling that I even agreed to go to dinner.

At dinner Jason and I laughed and joked all while getting to know each other, it didn’t even have an awkward interview feel. He flirted and I flirted and there was a tiny little kiss at the end of the date which gave me butterflies. We’ve agreed to see each other again, instead of saying he’ll call me he actually made plans for another date and yes I will wear purple….

Letting go


I think George Michael sang it best when he sang “if love me say you love me, but if you don’t just let me go”. Recently Amelie’s ex boyfriend has been calling her and she’s considering going back to him because they have history. Granted when they were happy together in the beginning, but towards the end, they made each other miserable. Maybe they should just let each other go and explore, maybe they’ll be much happier in the end by not being attached.

My latest fortune got me to thinking about all of the attachments that we have. I’m attached to my family and friends which is great, but they think of me as one way and sometimes can stifle my growth as a person. They don’t do it on purpose and I’m sure that I’m guilty of the same thing, we all are. Sometimes we hold onto people and things because we’re afraid, we make assumptions that change is bad.

It’s easier to settle into familiar routines seeing the same people day in and day out because we know what to expect. Amelie might be guilty of this. She is thinking about going back into a relationship that’s not fulfilling her needs, even though there might be something better for her out there. It’s the same with things, we become emotionally attached to things trying to fill some type of void, when sometimes it’s better to just let go.

Earlier this summer I let go of the things I was hoarding, it was just stuff that I had formed attachments with, and once I let it go my space felt better. I felt better, lighter somehow. So to continue that trend and to become more generous with myself I’m letting go of my bad habits and my toxic relationships. I will let go of the frenemies that I’ve made along the way. I will let go of everyone who wants to pigeonhole me into this mold of what they think I should be.

I’ll also let go of the bad dates that I had recently in hope to find someone better, like maybe Eric. He’s only 2 years older and hopefully being honest about everything he’s written to me. So far we’ve had a lot of nonstop texting through the site and I like him. I like his sense of humor and adventure based on what he’s told me. We’ve decided that we’re going to meet up sometime over labor day weekend since neither one of us has plans and this weekend will most likely be a wash-out thanks to tropical storm, soon to be hurricane, Isaac.

In the spirit of this fortune I promise to take whatever relationship I fall into with whomever slowly, not smothering anything before it starts. Hopefully this is not just velleity, my word of the day.

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