Hey, Gang! Oh, my! Lookee what I've learned out there in the strange, fun world wide web [of lies]!
Apparently there's a website dedicated to those who wish to engage in extramarital affairs. Get this: They conducted an informal survey of 4,000 women on why they engage in affairs. The top five 'habits' that supposedly lead them to having affairs. Here's the "survey" findings.
1) Being ungentlemanly (pulling the bed covers at night) 2) Narcissistic behaviors (only pleasuring himself, rather than their partner) 3) Keeping his socks on while ML 4) Checking the smartphone 5) Talking dirty
The kicker? Read on what the CEO had to say about the "survey":
Company’s CEO XXXX attributes the site’s findings to the idea that ‘Modern women have a fresh awareness that there is an entire sexual world beyond the one they are living, and if they’re not satisfied at home, they do not hesitate to discover new things themselves.’
Okay here is my laugh of the day based on a woman's match profile and I quote: "I am a tall woman, 6'1", so please be tall yourself and have some meat on your bones. I don't want to worry that I will break you while we are being intimate."
LMAO on that one! Scratching my head as to why she reviewed my profile since I'm no where near 6'1" and I certainly don't want to be broken in bed!
Wonka - How sweet! Ankle and knee are back to normal, thanks to ibuprofen and ice. I think I'm good to go.
BA - Maybe tall woman was putting you to the test? Some people out there are just bizarre. At least you have some meat on your bones!
I don't have much to report. Remember the fireman football gala? Well, my friend broke up with her guy (good call - he was totally not a good fit for her long term) and is now dating the guy she was trying to set me up with. LOL, I think deep down inside, my spidey sense knew something was not going to go anywhere here for me. Which is totally fine. I told her when I came over that I wasn't wanting to be fixed up at this time. And I meant it.
This has really been a frustrating week - at work and personally. How I feel has tentacles all over the place, so I'm forcing myself to sit on the discomfort sofa and mull everything over. My medication of choice is coffee. I've needed the extra caffeine and heat to keep me moving along, otherwise, I'd probably sit on the sofa here at work and cry. That's not going to change anything, so coffee it is. I'm also fantasizing about cinnamon rolls - gooey with icing.
I probably don't need to point out that it's fricking cold here. (Right now it's -8 and sunny.) My space heater is churning and it hasn't increased the room temperature above 68. Go figure. I might switch to hot tea shortly to keep my blood moving. The really crappy thing is this menopausal thing at night (night sweats). God, I totally hate this. I woke up sweating and wound up stripping down to my birthday suit for the 2nd night in a row. Let me tell you that it's a first - even for me - especially given how damn cold it is here. I feel like a total freak. Who sleeps naked when it's -16 outside?
Because I do like to focus on the positive, my meeting with my CPA went really well. He gave me a hug when I was leaving, told me that I look great and that he was proud of me. He pulled up the financials and itemized all the successes over last year and told me that I did a great job. Knowing how hard it is to garner praise my bean counter, that did give me a good feeling. Unfortunately, I have to continue to take a beating in the income category for another 1-2 years. I'm really sick of that. Being a business owner sure as heck isn't what it's cracked up to be.
Anyhoo, that's it from the tundra. Carry on, peeps.
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
I opted to order pizza and cinna stix from Dominoes for delivery to my office instead. I had so much leftover that D16 had the same for dinner. It all worked out.
I'm very, VERY ready for this crappy week to come to a close. I take one step forward and 2 steps back. I'm looking forward to a weekend at home to wipe the slate clean. It doesn't help that Mr. W. is in DC until the 20th. So the only person I have here is... me.
As I mentioned on Kat's thread, my great uncle has had an issue with his stent and is now on life support in the ICU back in VA. My dad has always considered him (and his twin brother) as his older brother and seemed bummed this morning that a holiday funeral is a probability. Bummer.
Then this morning, I was getting D16 and myself ready for school. I don't know if it was a seizure or she fainted (her seizures have never taken on this outcome), but her eyes rolled back in her head, she fell forward and whacked her head on the vanity and then crumpled to the floor. When she looked up at me, she was scared and started to cry. I let the school folks know, and if there is any additional episodes like that, I'm calling the neuro quickly. She had been on the toilet, and my WC is very warm. She likes snoozing on the toilet. She got up kind of quickly so I'm not sure if it was an unfortunate sequence of events, but bears watching.
Out of sheer curiosity, what did you spike that French toast with? That's intriguing. Of course, I can't do that and drop D16 off at school and drive to work. It just doesn't go over well with folks to see an affected mom at 7 am!
This weekend I'm going to decorate the tree, take D16 to the coldest hippotherapy session ever, and bake my butt off. I'm ready for that.
Ok, off to fight fires.
TTFN,
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Today I have received two emails. The first one is from a woman who has a number of things in common with me and is pretty attractive (at least to me she is). The kicker, she has the same first name as my first ex-wife (yes, for those who don't know or didn't remember - I have been lucky enough to have experienced divorce twice.) For whatever reason her having the name Julie weirds me out more than if it were my second ex-wife. It's not enough to stop me from communicating with her, I just wish she had a different first name!
The second email is from a woman who is Vietnamese and she starts off her email apologizing for her limited English skills. From the email (in which she says "I look cool") she definitely struggles with the English language - but heck so do I and I'm a native, so that doesn't necessarily rule her out. She seems very nice and looks incredibly young for her stated age of 46. I've never dated an asian lady before, so I may need to call in help from my friend Wii on this one if I decide to pursue.
I winced when I read of your "mis"-adventures.
she definitely struggles with the English language - but heck so do I and I'm a native, so that doesn't necessarily rule her out. She seems very nice and looks incredibly young for her stated age of 46. I've never dated an asian lady before, so I may need to call in help from my friend Wii on this one if I decide to pursue.