Yippee, I win.

Oh joy. I'm so glad I won. Please read this in a very heavy sarcastic accent. I didn't want to win. But I won't allow someone to treat me the way I was treated. I'm out. You suck. You know who you are. Just remember, what you put out in the world comes back to you. Heavier and harder. Karma's a bitch and she does not like being fucked with. Oh, and we're tight. Like totes besties.

See you never, loser.

How nauseating...

Ex-boyfriends that just don't get that you're over them and they just need to leave you the fuck alone are some of the most irritating things in the world. I've moved on. I told him that I never wanted to hear from him or speak to him again. And what does he do, he emails me. What a dumbass.

Sledge hammer teaching methods

Is there an easier way to get ideas into thick skulls? That is without using a sledge hammer. I've heard that is kind of frowned upon. Which is lame, because I know so many who would benefit from a little correction via sledge hammer. And in that case a little goes a long way.

Weird things are afoot

I'm not sure how much to get into it just yet, but life is taking an odd turn at the moment.

Very odd. Like make you check for hidden cameras odd. Or wonder if you're just a character in a sci-fi fiction.

Upromise | Make the Pledge

Upromise | Make the Pledge: I am making the pledge for my child to help fuel their dreams and teach them the importance of saving for college. I am joining the millions of families committed to collectively save a billion dollars for college through Upromise by Sallie Mae.

There is no way I can pay for college for Monkey. Heck, I can barely cover our bills now. But if I can help save even enough to cover a few books, that's good enough for me. I made sure we've talked about this and there will be no surprises when she goes to apply for financial aid. Whether or not there's any aid to be had is completely different.

Spoilers, sweetie

I just got finished watching some Doctor Who. Yes I'm a nerd. I thought we all knew that. Moving on. The Doctor makes me think about the strangest things. Like when am I going to get a sonic screwdriver. I am quite sure I would find one of those terribly handy. Fix all manner of things with that. Or why has American sentence structure gone so far from English sentence structure. And why we don't say brilliant or rubbish more often. Or torch. I'd be much happier if we called flashlights torches.

But then he makes me think about time and space.

And then I think I may not be able to settle for just some human man. But that I'll need a mad man in a blue box as well. I don't have a Rory. No Last Centurion for me. But I could be the girl who waited. But only for The Doctor.

Like I said. He makes me think the strangest things.

Fun times

Today has been ... interesting. The co-worker managed to break faxing early afternoon yesterday, Internet, and then email. He's fixed Internet and email. But faxing is still down, for those keeping score at home. I'm on my second field trip of the day. The first one was shortly after getting to work and I basically went halfway home to deliver a part. Now I'm basically at my dance studio waiting for that part to work again so I can go back to the office and drop it off there, clock out take the mail and then come back here for my dance class. But guess what, I get overtime people! Woot. And I'm getting to be out of the office. So nice.

Long time no chat

So. How have y'all been? Anything new? Not much here. I mean besides giving the finally heave ho to an ex, getting back into competition, and new flooring in the Papa's man cave.

Man it felt good to chuck the ex too. I'm sure he thinks he had the final word, but in reality his word stopped having much weight long ago. And now anything he sends me goes straight to the trash unread and unopened.

It felt amazing to get back into competition. I had a nationally recognized ballroom judge tell me I'm too good of a dancer to look down. Me?! My feet were rubbish. But in my defense everyone's feet were rubbish Sunday. And to make things even better, the director of e studio I attend awarded me a small scholarship for lessons. Yes I cried. Happy tears though. Now I can work on those rubbish feet of mine. I think the best part of Sunday was having Monkey being there for me. It's the first time she's come to a comp with me. Walking off the dance floor to get a big hug from her felt like I won every heat I was in. Now we just have to figure out how to get her back out on the dance floor. She really misses dance. Oh, she finally got her cartwheel and round off in tumbling. So all the girls in her cheer team can do them in the routines. Yay!

Papa had new wood laminate flooring put in his man cave today. It's so much nicer than that nasty carpet the crazy lady who owned this place last had it in. That was just gross. But now I'll have to make Papa booties and socks before winter to keep his feet warm. And blankets for Cody too. Big dumb dog.

It was great catching up. Don't be such a stranger next time. say hi to the kids and hubs for me. Cheers.

Am I old...

If I go to bed now and I'm on vacation? I think tonight I'm ok being old.

To Do List

Watch Monkey at tumbling. Check.
Pick up cereal and cat food. Check.
Take Monkey to cheer practice. Check.
Dance for 4 hours and leave sore and tired and not sure we have this routine even a little. Oh my goodness check.

Is it wrong that I'm more than a little nervous about dancing with my partner in formation group? I'm terrified of being dropped. Again. But in front of everyone this time. And I don't know that he can do the repetition I'll want to feel comfortable.

Missing

Me. The real me. Not this person others think I am or want me to be to fit some mold they have in mind. I get glimpses of her. And I like what I see. She's strong. And loving. And that is beautiful to me. And best of all she's that way all on her own. I'll find her again. And one of these days she will be me and will stay for good.

Starts with goodbye

I was sitting on my doorstep,
I hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand,
But I knew I had to do it,
And he wouldn't understand,
So hard to see myself without him,
I felt a piece of my heart break,
But when you're standing at a crossroad,
There's a choice you gotta make.

[Chorus:]
I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye.

I know there's a blue horizon,
Somewhere up ahead, just waiting for me,
Getting there means leaving things behind,
Sometimes life's so bitter sweet.

[Chorus:]
I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye.

Time heals,
The wounds that you feel,
Somehow, right now.

[Chorus:]
I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
Starts with goodbye,
The only way you try to find,
It's sad but, sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye,
Na na na na na na na.

-Carrie Underwood

Captain Obvious

Alright, I need to dance more. That is clearly obvious. Last night, I had a class (swing = fun!) and then a private lesson with my partner from the Gala. Two full hours of dancing. I could have happily done another hour. Hell, I'm ready to do that same thing again tonight. I was asked last night if I would be doing anything besides the team dance at the upcoming competition. I would love to. But preparing for anything beyond the team dances will completely depend on finances. I simply don't make enough money at my job. I've thought about working for the studio. But that didn't go so well at my last studio. Even though there isn't enough time in the day for everything they need to get done. I just need to come into a small fortune (not that I would say no to a large one).

Squirrel!

There are few things more exciting than being woken up at 6:20am on a holiday weekend by a loud explosion. Especially one of the days you CAN sleep in. It seems too fishy to be a squirrel suicide. I think a full investigation into a homicide is in order.

Confused... and a bit rushed

My dating life has pretty much blown of late. My options for meeting someone available, eligible, and worthy of me are slim. So I went and signed up for OkCupid.com and Match.com. OkC hasn't given me much. Apparently there is a difference between "available" and "single". I have been educated. The hard way. Weird and a little creepy. Particularly since NOTHING in my profile implies I would be ok with "available". *sigh* That's assuming they bother to read my profile. Match.com isn't terribly promising.

I just got an email from someone who said something I found more than a little rude. As of now, we have never met and I wasn't feeling the need to meet him the longer we chatted. He offered to pay for dance lessons for the two of us to take together. Without meeting me. Or even having a coffee date scheduled. In fact all he's done was suggest that maybe because I have no plans for the weekend we could maybe get together. And then he offers to pay for lessons. (Which for the record, aren't cheap -- by any stretch of the imagination.) When I emailed him back to thank him for the offer but decline, he responded that I'm negative and my fear is why I have no plans for my off weekends for the last 13 years.

Um, HUH?

Being the bigger person, I decided not to respond as I know it wouldn't be nice. However, I will be gracious enough to share my response with you all.

Dude. Really? I'm being negative because I don't want to accept a gift that is outrageous for you to offer at this point of our "relationship". We haven't met. I was chatting more out of politeness than anything else -- and the hope that maybe you would say something that would send me that spark that is very clearly missing. For the record, I don't want to meet you this weekend. And I sure as hell don't want to take lessons with you. I'd MUCH rather dance with my teacher or her husband or my dance partner from the last performance.

All in all, I think it would have been a fine response. But given his behavior, blocking him worked just as well. :)