Why do I do this stuff to myself?

My parents have this house on the lake in VA...beautiful place, very quiet, very secluded, and just a fantastic weekend getaway. I try to go as often as I can! This weekend I decided to go down a little early to miss the Friday traffic and since I have flexibility with my job I am able to work remotely from the lake house on Friday. So I drive there Thursday night, just my dog and I, traffic was great, no problems. Friday morning I pretty much crawl out of bed just in time to log into my computer for work, let my dog out, and get started with my day. Work is going pretty slow, so around 8:30 I get up from my computer to go grab something from the garage...harmless, I know. Well, I get what I need and turn around to go into the house and OH NO!!! The door handle is locked! I immediately panic and pray at the same time. I had just let my dog out the front door earlier, maybe there is a chance that my scared ass didn't lock the dead bolt when I let her back in....yeah right! No such luck, I was locked out.

Now let me set the stage for you. Here I am, dressed thankfully, but I have no phone, no car keys, no shower (and if you know me I have short hair and it stands up on ALL ends in the morning) and I haven't even brushed my dang teeth yet...yuck! There are houses up and down the road (not too close) but NO ONE lives here! This is a weekend place, and since my dumb ass locked myself out on a Friday morning the chances of finding someone home are greatly reduced. But I had to try. So off I go, walking up the street with my hair straight up in the air! I can hear my poor dog barking because she can see me walking away....she was probably wondering why the bitch (me) wasn't taking her on along on the walk. GUILT!!! But off I go.

So I walk, and I knock, but no one ever answers. Then I hear something....could it be? Yes, it is! A car is approaching! Now I had probably walked close to a mile when I see this car so I am desperate for help at this point. I run wildly towards the street (I had been standing on someones front porch) waving my arm. The guy just looks over and waves back like I am being neighborly and saying hello. Dammit! But I have not given up. I race into street and start chasing him...frantically trying to flag him down! Break lights, thank god! The guy backs up, I tell him my predicament, and he offers to go home and call a lock smith for me. Oh bless you old man!

So I walk back to the house and I have nothing else to do outside so I make use of the time and start weed whacking the yard....something I need to do tomorrow anyhow. Now remember all this time, I am supposed to be working, so right now my boss is paying me to cut my grass! GUILT!!! But finally the lock smith arrives. Out steps a good ole boy from VA who opens my door with a CREDIT CARD in 5 seconds flat and then graciously charges me $85 for the service! I was so happy to be back in the house that I didn't even care. But then he is acting irritated because I don't have cash or check...sorry dude, you will have to settle for my credit card. I mean really, you basically drove 10 minutes and made $85 for NOTHING! Be happy with my plastic!

But then he loosens up a little and he was pretty amusing. He has to write all my cc info into an old school form, a process which takes him 15 minutes because he stops every 30 seconds to tell me a story! Anyone that knows me will understand how irritating this is to me. I am a very nice person, but I just don't like to bull shit with complete strangers. My time is very important to me and efficiency is my middle name and right now I should be WORKING not out here sweating and thinking how awful I look because I have not showered! Seriously man, let me go! He finally leaves after trying to sell me a lock box and some new age lock that will protect a "young lady out here like yourself" (gag). So I quickly get updated on work stuff and then waste 20 more minutes writing my little adventure down for you :) I just couldn't resist sharing my stupidity!

THE moment you realize you really are old!

Caution, this post may contain materials that constitute as too much information! My friend reads a blog that has "TMI Thursday's." Well, call this "Way TMI Wednesday" because this post can not wait one more day! Let me give you the background information....

I am 32 years old, one month from being 33. I have a few gray hairs every now and again but nothing too overwhelming. Over the last few years, I have been feeling older but still nothing has put me over the hump to start thinking of myself as "old." I still know how to have a good time, even if I might feel a little worse for the wear the next morning :) I still listen to popular music and believe I am still up to date with current fashions etc.

Well lately I have been having some medical issues, issues that usually effect older women. I will be having polyps removed from my uterus next week and have just recently been diagnosed with arthritis in my back. Despite these "old" signs, I have still been able to cling to my beliefs that I am still a "young" adult...until today that is! Here's the TMI, beware!

I was using the ladies room at work, nothing unusual, just a normal potty break. Well sometimes you get bored staring at the back of the stall door so I start looking around and I see a red string on my pants so I lean over to get it. As I am leaning over to do this, I notice a white hair "down there." Naturally, I am thinking to myself, "oh god, one of my DOGS hairs must have gotten onto my underwear." So I change focus and reach down to rid myself of this dog hair as I am thinking how gross it is to have my dog's hair on my hoo haa. Now the real horror sets in. I grab the hair, pull, and then immediately have to stifle a scream. This white hair IS ATTACHED! OMG, I have found my first gray hair on my hoo haa! I was mortified! I ripped it out as quickly as I could, and no, I don't care if ten more grow back in that spot, I will rip them out too! It did hurt a little, but it was WORTH it! I can not have gray hairs in my hoo haa yet! I am still young dammit! Ugh, this is awful, I still feel sick about it! There is no more denying it, I AM OLD! Shit!

Lazy day...

I am not sure where this post will go, but I was bored and figured, why not? Yesterday one of my best friends got married! Her and her husband are so perfect for each other and to see them so happy together, enjoying their day, was just breath taking. I could not be happier for them.

After the beautiful wedding ceremony last night, I have spent my day lounging around watching Millionaire Matchmaker. Don't judge! These people are ridiculous...which in turn makes them entertaining. :) But between the 2 events, I have been thinking a lot about my own love life. It is basically non-existent at the moment, which I am pretty ok with, but I do know one thing. If the crazy ass people on Mill Match can find love, then I KNOW my soul mate is out there! Seriously! LOL!

Tyrone Wells - Use Somebody

I LOVE this man!!!

These are my confessions....

...just when I thought I said all I can say, my chick on the side says she's got one on the way...OK, so maybe that was Usher. My chick on the side doesn't exist so I guess she can't have one on the way :) Anyway, this is my first real blog experience and if you didn't pick up on it yet, I am little preoccupied with music...and slightly sarcastic! Really I am just trying to fill this box since I have no idea what I am doing. Guess I will figure it out right? I had a really good thought when I started typing but then I distracted myself with Usher and now I am simply rambling. Hummm, confessions...I got nothing!

Well how about an introduction instead? I am almost 33 (and NOT happy about being in my "mid" 30's), I am a lesbian, single, too responsible most of the time, a neat FREAK and generally happy with my little crazy life :) I have a great job, fabulous friends, and the bestest little dog in the entire world! What's their to confess? IDK, nothing, everything...

Most of the time I am one of those people that live inside of their head. Not to say that I am anti-social because I am not, I get along very well with others, but I am almost always keeping a part of myself silent. I don't know why I do this because I have plenty of wonderful people that I would trust completely with my thoughts but still I find myself staying silent. I was NOT raised in a touchy-feely household by any means. We didn't express our feelings often and we were basically just blunt with each other 100% of the time. This was great in some regards because I am comfortable speaking my mind and being true to myself but in other ways it really sucks. I don't seem to have that trigger that most people have that stops them from saying something they shouldn't. Instead, my words come blurting out and I am stuck chewing my stinkin' shoes the remainder of the day. It's kind of a weird dynamic because when it's about bullshit, I will say anything that comes into my head, but when it really matters, when I am really bothered by something, I keep it inside. How did I learn this behavior and how to I break free from it?

Who knows, maybe writing blogs and sending them to la la land will help... :)

Borderline...feels like I'm going to lose my mind...