I Love Boobs

Yesterday was the annual Susan G. Koman Walk for a Cure in Milwaukee. 

We have walked this as a group for the past several years. Ever since our good friend, Gambino became a survivor. 

I was thinking about that time yesterday.  I remember getting the call that she had been diagnosed.  Thinking "What the hell! "  and "No fucking way! ".  Next thing I recall was sitting in the bar, waiting to hear from A on how the surgery went.  Feeling relived when the call finally came and the news was good.

Gambino had to go back for a second surgery.  I'm still not sure it wasn't a ploy to get out of Thanksgiving at her home. (J, you know I'm only kidding ).  That was followed up with several weeks of radiation treatment.  She was fortunate to not have to go through chemo.

Much of that time seems like a blur to me. I'm sure she will never forget it.

The best part is that she is now a Survivor.

And yesterday we walked in her honor. 

Dirty Dancing??

Men, this just doesn't work. EVER!!!

And if you don't know why.... there's no hope.

Camping: This and That - Part 1

Note: Apparently, the blog app on my phone only saves things in draft mode and you can't edit the posts from your phone. So, sit down and enjoy part.

It is camping week for the gang. We are short one gang member, who's wit is missed. Sadly, sometimes real life gets in the way of fun.

The ride out was uneventful which is good. Stopped for lunch in Blanchardville. It is scary when the waitress remembers you from previous years. I guess we are the unforgettable sort of folks.

The weather was a little uncooperative. We still have a credit crumming for the rain on the way out and overnight Monday.

Tuesday dawned rather windy. Thank God for pony tails. The day started out on a sour note as one of the gang was not able to work from the campground. We had tested use my phone's internet connection and tethering her laptop to it. While I have a good cell signal my 3G coverage faded in and out. It was a downer for both of us. So we did what any good camper does. Hit the @newglarusbeer brewery.

Picked up a bunch of new beers to try. A few are their regular year round beers and a few were what they call their R&D beer. Trial runs of potential new beers. Since they have special labels I will wait to try them at home so I don't mess the labels up by sitting in a cooler of water and ice. I will have pictures when I drink them. Or see my #beerclub tweets.

It was cold overnight. Thank goodness for campers with furnace in it.

Team Challenge WI (or Pony Up The Bucks, Kids)

Ok folks. You knew this was coming. I have talked about it in my last couple posts and you will continue to hear about this until December. So if you don't like it... get over it.


I am run/walking in the 13.1-mile Las Vegas Rock N Roll Half Marathon on December 5, 2010. I have to raise $3600.00. Yes, that's right 3600 smack-a-roos. Now if one person wants to be super generous and make a large donation, I would love it. But I'm pretty sure most of you can't do that so here can be a guideline to donating. Donate if you have:

1. You’ve been cursed at, honked at, or flipped off while biking or running. – $1
2. You lost a toenail because of running. – $2
3. You spend more money on training gear/clothes than regular clothes. – $3
4. You stopped making fun of fanny packs because your running belt looks very similar (and cooler) to one. - $4
5. You run barefoot or with those five fingers thingys because it feels better. – $5
6. You’ve ever discovered a hole in your pants during a fitness class. – $6
7. You’ve had chaffing near your lady (or man) business – $7
8. When someone tells you their pace, you calculate their 5k/half marathon/marathon time. – $8
9. You extend the length of your runs or rides so you can have another beer (or three) guilt-free. – $9
10. You have no problem talking about bodily functions with your training buddies. – $10
11. You’ve come in first in any race you’ve ever competed in. – $20 (screw you)
12. You’ve seen one of the following during your swim, bike and/or run training:
    a.) Asian Carp – $10
    b.) mountain lion – $15
    c.) bear – $20
    d.) dog – $1
    e.) frog or turtle – $5
    f.) deer - $3 add $2 if you have almost hit one
    

If none of those apply to you, then give what you can. I know times are tough for alot of people now. Think about donating $1 or $2 dollars for each mile of the race.

So here is the link to make your super duper generous donation. Just click here.

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Coming Down

Back from Vegas and life is somewhat back to 'normal'. At least for a few days.

I realized that when I was unpacking some stuff last night that There really was no need as some of it would be going right back into the suitcase again in a couple days.

I'm heading up to MN for work on Monday. Visiting the mothership as we like to call it. Boss man was able to confirm that we can leave on Wednesday evening. He is leaving for Vegas on Thursday for the Badger game so he felt it was not necessary for my work hubby and I to stay a night just to leave mid morning. I was happy with that decision.

It will be a nice trip up there as work hubby and I are driving together. Hoping that he will want to drive some of the time. We are also getting to meet the rest of our team who we have been a part of for over a year now. I met a couple of them last year but one guy is also coming up from Houston.

But back to Vegas.

It was a good time with good friends. Learned how to play craps (won $86) and Pai Gow (lost $100). Thanks to StB for having the patience to teach me and answer my million questions. I appreciated it. I may now drag him down to the local casino to play more Pai Gow. It was addicting and I seemed to have the need to yell "PAI GOW" alot. Guess that means my cards also sucked alot for awhile there. Hopefully that trend does not continue.

We did the Price is Right Live game show. It was a blast. Although, no one from our group made it to the stage there was one moment at the end when he called the name Steve and two of the guys in our group got excited for a moment. Alas, it was not meant to be. I would recommend it to others if you are in Vegas and looking for something to do. Todd Newton and David Ruprecht (from Supermarket Sweep) were the host and announcer. We met up with them after the show. Nice guys and it was a pleasure to talk to them for a couple of minutes. It doesn't hurt that Todd is rather hot. I have a picture that I at some time will take off of my phone and post.

It is always fun to people watch in Vegas. You see all types. The good, the bad and the downright freaking scary. Fremont street was in the 70's theme so there were alot of street performers dressed up in that theme. Rather neat but a bit too warm at times to sit outside and enjoy.

After I got home, I went to get the pups. I missed them and Rufus sure missed me as he has barely left my side. I dropped them off and headed out to the Team Challenge kickoff party. It was great to meet the other 52 people who I will be training with over the next few months. We have our first training session on Sunday morning. Happy that it is at South Shore park, just down the road from me. I think I may even ride my bike there. It is only maybe a mile tops.

I'm really excited to do this. To try and challenge myself physically, mentally and I'm sure emotionally as well.

As I was thinking about this over the past week I thought that even though I work hard at some stuff many things tend to come easy to me. When something interests me, I tend to be a bit anal about it and will do research on the subject. A recent example was eminent domain. A friend's place of employment was fighting the city over the fact the the city wanted to take several businesses along a stretch of road using the eminent domain. So I went out and found the Supreme Court records on the issue and read. I spent several hours reading about it. It was rather interesting. I did the same thing several months ago when the Court ruled on something that could have had an impact on my job. I put together a summary of the Court's ruling and sent it along to my boss and a few higher up mucky mucks. It will probably end up being something that our legal department will have to look at but it was good to know where our legal rights may be on the issue. Yeah, I know. You are most likely thinking "dork".

Wow, I guess I got off topic a bit there. That happens sometimes. Your mind just wanders from one thing to another.

~Peace Out~

What the Hell Have I Done?!?

It started innocently enough. Follow a bunch of people on Twitter, interact with them, get to know a few of them in person. See them at bars or at a liquor store. Live vicariously through a few of them as the undertake new challenges. Thinking to myself, if they can do this, so can I.

I procrastinated. ALOT. Had several bouts of self doubt. Am I too old for this, too fat, too unmotivated. Until I clicked the link in a Tweet. "Who wants to go to Las Vegas in December? I do, I do! Join Team Challenge and come with!" I clicked on the link and it took me here. I looked at the page and was intrigued. I then clicked here to get more information.

Thought to myself that this looks pretty cool. I looked at a couple other blogs from people who had completed the last one in Napa Valley last month. Amy, in patricular, inspired me. She was 267 lbs and did it.

I seen that there was a meeting in Oak Creek. It timed out well that I was going to be going right past there anyway to pick up the camper. So I thought "What the heck" I'll check this out.

So I did. I showed up tonight with no intention of signing up. I just wanted to get more info. Checked in, introduced myself to several of the tweeps (Amy, Sarah, Tim and Anne) that I heard 'talking' about the last one. They were telling me about how much fun the last one was. What it felt like to cross the line. It hooked me.

So I did it.

I committed myself to walk/run the Rock 'n Roll half marathon on Dec. 5, 2010 in Las Vegas!

A half marathon is 13.1 miles. 13.1 freaking long-ass miles. That is 69,168 feet. Or an even scarier number 830,016 inches. Over 3/4 of a million inches. Holy shit!!!!


So my fellow bloggers, in the coming weeks and months, I'm going to ask that you give me your moral support, pick me up when I'm getting down, kick my ass when I don't want to train as well.

I will also need your financial support. I have to raise a shit load of money. It goes for a good cause, the Crohn's and Colitis foundation of America. I have some ideas so it should be interesting.

Stayed tuned for more updates.

Sweet Dreams

I normally don't remember my dreams but last night I had three of them that were very odd and very different.

One was a sex dream.  Let's just say it had nothing to do with Jack Black and leave it at that.

The second one was weird. Howie Mandel from America's Got Talent kept trying to steal my dogs. I had caught parts of the show on Sunday.  But it was more on for the background noise. When I woke up I actually looked for the dogs. Happy to see they were all there. Even Boomer.

The third dream was the most bizarre.  Was with the people going to Vegas in a few weeks. Gambino was driving.  We were in a yellow Hummer convertible. There were two people in the car that we didn't know.  No clue as to why they were there.  We are driving to the airport and there are all these weird UFOs all over. There are like thousands of these little things in the sky. One starts following us as we are going under the airport tunnel.  StB grabs his phone and starts taking pictures of it.  He gets a really good picture of it an realizes there is a price sticker on it from Merchandise Outlet.  It cost $5.98.  It was weird how I could see that clear as day.  All of a sudden one gets close enough and we grab it. We look at it for a few minutes and Gambino puts it in her purse. 

Next thing I know we are sitting in the airport.  Waiting for our flight.  We are sitting on the floor kinda like you see the teams in Amazing Race always doing.  All of a sudden one of the people who were in the Hummer with us whips a guitar out of his pocket.  It was small at first and then got bigger to a normal size.  We all start singing.  As I look around I realize that we all have instruments.  It was like we had formed some weird band.   I don't recall ever getting on a plane or going to Vegas.

So I'm sure the next question will be asking what I ate. I had a ham and cheese sub (left over from camping) and tuna roll sushi.  No ice cream or anything else strange. 

When I woke up I just remember feeling very confused by the dreams.

My New Office

My company is moving about 100 people from the building that we are currently in to a new building about 4 miles away near Brookfield Square.

Every week we get new emails details the plans. Last week we got the preliminary seating charts. I was happy with that. We are away from come of the noisy people kinda by ourselves. Work hubby and I can still continue on with our daily bitch-fests about people.

This week we got more pictures of the cube designs. I'm not liking these at all!

New Office Policies

My work recently implemented some new office policies. Not sure if I like them yet or not. What do you think??

Dress Code:

1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.

2) If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.

3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.

4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.


Sick Days:
We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.

Personal Days:
Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays & Sundays.

Bereavement Leave:
This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.

Bathroom Breaks:
Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the 'Chronic Offenders' category. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy.

Lunch Break: (Love this one)

* Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.

* Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.

* Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.


Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.


The Management

The Good Aunt

On Saturday, I took my two youngest nieces for the afternoon. The older one, S, just turned 9 the previous week. The younger one, J, turned 6 last December. I owed them both the extra special birthday presents.

I picked them up and went to drop Riley off at the groomer. We then headed out to Mayfair mall. I went over the Hoan bridge which totally freaked J out. She was almost crying she was so scared that the bridge would collapse and she would fall into the lake. I didn't want to be the one to tell her that it probably would fall down before the city/county/state gets their act together and gets the bridge replaced.

As we passed Miller Park, S remembered that Randy and I had taken her and her older sister to a Brewer game a couple years back. She remembered that Prince Fielder hit an inside the park home run and that there was some glowing balloon thingy floating in the air after the game. Never did find out what that was.

Once we got to Mayfair Mall, I parked by Barnes and Noble as I promised S that she could pick up a couple of books for her birthday as well. We headed into the mall and J was amazed at all the stores. Build a Bear is upstairs so we headed towards the escalator. J totally freaked out with that. She had never been on one before and was afraid that she would get sucked into teh moving stairs. I had to pull her aside and let her watch it for a minute or so and then told her how it works. She jumped on the step and away we went. She wouldn't let go of my hand while we went up. When we got to the top she took a leap like she was crossing the Grand Canyon. She was all excited. We got to ride it a couple more times. My sister really needs to get these kids out into public places more often.

Build a Bear was fun. The girls had a good time picking out their animals and the outfits. They wanted to get more stuff but I told them that we could come back another time and get it.

We headed to the bookstore, so S, could get some new books. She loves to read and I will do everything I can to encourage that. She was so excited that she got to pick out four new chapter books. My guess is that she has already read them by now.

On the way home we picked up Riley from the groomer and dropped him off at home. We headed to Rocky Rococo's for lunch. I forgot that Randy's brother runs the place and it was nice that he bought us lunch. It was nice to spend some time talking with him. I don't get to see him very often.

It was time to get the girls back home. I wanted to get in a nap before heading out to the Waukesha County fair to see Night Ranger. Before I left my sister's the girls came up to me gave me big hugs and said that I was their favorite aunt.

I left happy.

Beautiful Minds: Stephen Wiltshire

If you have not seen this guy before, he is totally amazing.

Match Update - 7/15

So I got the following email from a guy.

"lets hang out"

That's it. Here is a recap of his profile.

Needless to say, I didn't respond.

History Lesson

Humans originally existed as members of small bands of nomadic hunters/gatherers. They lived on deer in the mountains during the summer and would go to the coast and live on fish and lobster in the winter.

The two most important events in all of history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. The wheel was invented to get man to the beer. These were the foundation of modern civilization and together were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups:

1. Liberals
2. Conservatives.

Once beer was discovered, it required grain and that was the beginning of agriculture. Neither the glass bottle nor aluminum can were invented yet, so while our early humans were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, they just stayed close to the brewery. That's how villages were formed.

Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to BBQ at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement...

Other men who were weaker and less skilled at hunting learned to live off the conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ's and doing the sewing, fetching, and making art. This was the beginning of the Liberal Movement.

Some of these liberal men eventually evolved into women. They became known as girlie-men. Some noteworthy liberal achievements include the domestication of the cat, invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of Democratic voting, to decide how to divide the meat and beer that conservatives provide.

Over the years conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant. Liberals are symbolized by the jackass for obvious reasons.

Modern liberals like imported beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine or imported bottled water. They eat raw fish but like their beef well done. Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard liberal fare..

Another interesting evolutionary side note: most of their women have higher testosterone levels than their men. Most social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, dreamers in Hollywood and group therapists are liberals. Liberals invented the designated hitter rule because it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat.

Conservatives drink domestic beer, mostly Miller or Bud (not recommended). They eat red meat and still provide for their women. Conservatives are big game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, engineers, corporate executives, athletes, members of the military, airline pilots and generally anyone who works productively. Conservatives who own companies hire other conservatives who want to work for a living.

Liberals produce little or nothing. They like to govern the producers and decide what to do with the production. Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans. That is why most of the liberals remained in Europe when conservatives were coming to America . They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a business of trying to get more for nothing.

Here ends today's lesson in world history:

It should be noted that a Liberal may have a momentary urge to angrily respond to the above before forwarding it.

A Conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute truth of this history that it will be forwarded immediately to other true believers and to more liberals just to piss them off.

And there you have it. Let your next action reveal your true self.....I'm going to have another beer.

Enjoy!!

Old Spice | Questions

Another video by the very hot Isaiah Mustafa. Forget the horse, this time he is on a motorcycle.

Obama at the Bat

Based on the poem Casey at the Bat by Ernest Thayer.

Once you read the poem, the video may make more sense.

The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

"Phin"

Match Email #1

I got an email the other day from a guy on Match. Here it is in all its 'glory'. I did no editing to the style except for the font changes.


Hi Dear
I read your profile and really enjoyed it. You have a beautiful pictures..am Matt just join match dating service yesterday... Am new doing this online dating

scene.. I will like to give it a try and see where it will goes. I'm 45 years old am completing 46 tomorrow. A freelance researcher and love children..but am

currently out of the state doing some research in UK Norway

I work in Agricultural Soil Manuring and Productivities Organization as my profession and travel a bit for my business. Most of my trips are One or two week a

couple of times a month. I am considered a crops safety expert and do public research speaking engagements as well as events throughout the country. But

presently UK London on a research i will be in the state soon..Words to leave by. Distance does not matter to me in a relationship neither do age, be cause i

don't mind relocating for the right Woman.

I have an out-going personality, easy going, and have a great sense of humor. I meet a lot of people; my problem is there has to be that chemistry and it is

hard to find someone where that chemistry is there. I really need someone that I can hold an intelligent conversation with, who can answer at least one

question on Jeopardy by herself without any help.

I love to listen to NEW country music, I do not like rap. I enjoy going out to dinner, plays, movies, country line and couples dancing, concerts, weekend

getaways, church on Sunday and being on the water. God is an important part of my life and I hope he is part of yours. I also enjoy quiet evenings at home

snuggling with that special someone while watching TV or movie. I fit in any environment. I prefer jeans and a pair of shoes when I am working.

I am a spur of the moment kind of roman tic. A tender kiss on the cheek, a card, flowers, or weekend trip for no reason.

I am looking for my best friend, my soul, maybe a life term relationship. I have a great life and am ready to share it with someone again. I want to enjoy the

time I spend with that special someone when we are together and miss her when we are apart. I really enjoy the missing part, which means that I have

something (chemistry). I love the water also and go fishing offshore quite a bit.

OK your turn if you chose to continue. I figured I would give you quite a bit of information so you can decide if you want to continue corresponding.

Have a great day! I look forward to your response.

Respectfully,

Matt.

Needless to say, I deleted it. His profile had no picture in it so that was a big flag to begin with.

Taking Ownership

I read this article the other day about how a group, The Center for Science in the Public Interest (CSPI), is suing McDonald's for unfair and deceptive marketing practices. Because they make Happy Meals.

Seriously??

Last time I checked most kids in the target Happy Meal age are maybe 3-10ish. I don't know too many kids who at that age can get to a McDonald's on their won and pay for a meal. They have to have their parents or another adult take them.

So, then, why is that adult not taking ownership of what they put in the kids mouth.

The two quotes that I found interesting were

"The nutrition group claims that using toys to entice children instills bad eating habits and puts kids at higher risk of risk of developing obesity, diabetes, or other diet-related diseases over the course of their lifetime. "

and then this one

"CSPI director Michael Jacobson acknowledged that parents bear much of the responsibility for children's eating habits"

Heloooo, McFly... Exactly.

'Nuff said.

First Date

So a week after joining Match, I get a wink and an email from a guy.

I look at his profile*. Not drop dead hunky but not wanting me to hurl in my corn flakes either.

I take a look at his profile. Hmmm, doesn't smoke, that's good. Doesn't drink.... shit! I think about that a bit. Can I go out with someone who doesn't drink? Well, I think to myself. May be worth finding out why. I see he has kids. Darn. Not really a deal breaker but while I love my nieces there is a reason I have no kids. It was a conscious decision that was made.



So I continue reading through his bio. Nothing stands out as being too crazy or weird.




So I wink back. A little while later I get an email from him. We continue to exchange emails during the day. He asks if I want to meet him. Sure I say.

He asks if I would mind coming to his house as he has a new puppy and doesn't want to leave him alone for very long. I ponder this for awhile and say sure. I have pepper spray. We make arrangements to talk on the phone after work.

We talk on the phone briefly and set up the particulars.

Meanwhile I text my friend, Julie, to let her know what is going on. She also got his name, phone number and address.

I get to his house with no difficulty. It is nice outside as it is nice outside. He asks what I would like to drink. I tell him a beer is fine.

This should have been my first clue. The beer was Michelob Ultra. Seriously?!? People actually drink that?? Not bad if you like watered down beer. I also thought his profile said that he did drink. hmm, interesting.

We make small talk for while. It was kinda rough at times. I seemed to have to carry the conversation for most of the time.

It starts to rain so we head inside. As I am walking in, he is behind me and tells me I smell nice. I thank him. We sit at the kitchen table, which was a bit odd, but hey, who am I to judge. I look around. I notice a few things. A couple of cartons of cigarettes on the top of the fridge. Thought he didn't smoke. I also see several wedding pictures on a stand. Really?? you have been divorced for 7 years. You still have the pictures?!? and you are still displaying them?!? WTF!!

He asked if he could smell me again. I said sure, what the heck. He leaned in and kissed me. Nothing to write home about that was for sure. I get up and go to the bathroom.

Guys, if you are going to have a woman over, clean the bathroom!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to sit on a dirty toilet and would really like to have a clean sink and soap to wash my hands with.

I come back into the kitchen. He is standing. He comes towards me and starts kissing me again. Ok, yeah. I know. I probably should not be kissing him. He had his hands on my waist. In one swift move, he lifts up my shirt and catches my bra and up over my boobs they go.

I stopped things right there.

I tell him that I'm not going to do that. He proceeds to call me sweetie. Yuck. Tells me that he knows I want this. I keep telling him no, I really don't. This goes on for a minute or so. He then calls me a cock tease. Me?? seriously?? He says that I should have expected that since I came over there looking all fucking hot and all. I had on a tshirt and shorts. Nothing out of the ordinary.

He then asks me if I will give him a blow job. I tell him no.

He then asks if he can eat me out. I tell him no once again.

I tell him that I think it is best I leave.

As I'm walking out the door, he tells me to have a good life as a lesbian.

I never look back.

I blocked him from contacting me on match.

I also wonder who he was writing about on his profile. Not a perfect gentleman and you certainly showed me no respect.

* I'm using screen shots of his pictures and profile so that they are not searchable from Google or other search engines.

Match Game 2010

Remember back when.....  Gene Rayburn, Brett Summers, Charles Nelson Reilly and one of my favorites,  Fannie Flagg (I really like her books as well).  Yeah, well this post is not about that. It is about my venture back into the dating world.

So last week I signed up for Match.com. I really had not heard much about it but I figured it was worth a try. 

Maybe my first inkling that this may not be the thing for me was when I got my first 5 daily matches.  Turns out that one of them was a co-worker. I blocked that person from seeing me ASAP!

Stay tuned for more adventures.  You will get the good, the bad and the downright freaking nuts.

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to all my dad readers. This includes you uncles as well. I know how much Randy meant to my nieces. You have more of an impact in their lives than you may realize.

I miss my dad alot today. I wish he was still here.