Living the ocean dream...

[Underdog]

Hello all!

Thanks for stopping by my place. I'm sorry I've been off the BB lots lately--but my life is happening around me and it was time to go live it. Now that I'm out of meetings, I'll do a little better.

Before I do, here is my horoscope for today:

Fascinating things are already starting to happen, yet the weekend has only just begun. If you carry on making progress at this rate, you'll hardly recognise yourself or your situation by Sunday. Or rather, you'll recognise yourself for the first time in ages... and you'll see, in your world, something that seems every bit as welcome as it is oddly familiar. You're going forward at a rate of knots yet you're also going back; to an ideal you held dear before you gave up on it, or to a power that you have long yearned to reclaim.

Wonder what this means?

I've had several sort of boring convos with Mr. Wonderful since last night. But the typical ennui was riddled with differences in communications.

He had mentioned last night taking all of us to dinner some place on Sunday night to celebrate D9's birthday. On my way to work this morning, I left him a voicemail suggesting the restaurant that was catering the golf tournament?

He phoned back and commented, "Well, I don't know. It's awfully far. Why do you think it's a good idea?"

Well, it is about a half hour from the house, tops. And this restaurant is nationally known and pretty nice, if not a wee bit pricey--they serve Fosters, if you get my drift.

Me: "Because they foot a huge catering bill last year and are going to do it again this year. I thought it would be sort of nice to give the guy some business for his generosity."

MW kept mumbling and stammering, trying to come up with a bonafide reason not to head north. He finally muttered, "It seems awfully far to go for dinner."

Me: Irritated but keeping my tonality completely neutral--I had to work at this. "Mr. W., it was a question, not a command. You asked me for input and I gave it. You don't have to like it. No is just as good an answer as yes--I'm a big girl and I promise I won't be disappointed or sulk."

MW: "Well, since you said that, no. It's too far."

Me: "Okay. I guess you and D9 can come up with a good place that doesn't serve mac & cheese and can order wine with dinner."

MW: "Uh, yes. That's a good idea."

Me: Switching gears, because I'm ROCKING on the golf tournament today. I got 2 more teams with hole sponsorships, and I have a few more to call today. They've confirmed sizes and I'll get the logo for the one I don't have sometime next week."

MW: Incredulous. I could tell that Bob was hovering under the surface. "Are you serious? Really? How did you get these confirmations?"

Me: "I called them and managed to get all but 2 on the phone. They knew I'd eventually call anyway, so it's just easier to get a commitment now."

MW: "I think I'm going to take off work a little early so I can go make more phone calls myself."

Me: "Okay. Listen, do you need anything else from me? Because my phone is ringing off the hook...?

MW: "Uh, no, that's it for now. Bye."

After I got off the phone with the person who called me, I noticed my red light on--indicating more messages. It was Mr. Wonderful.

VMMW: "Uh, Bets, I just wanted to apologize for being so grumpy with you on the phone awhile ago. I'm still having trouble with thinking about Mom and I know I wasn't very nice to you. I had a few minutes to think about the restaurant choice, and I think it's a great idea. I'll tell D9 when I get her later on. Will you call me to tell me you got this?"

I was waiting to secure 2 more hole sponsorships before calling him back, so he called me again before I could call him.

MW: "Did you get my message?"

Me: "Yes, thanks. I appreciate the apology. It's okay and I understand."

MW: "I'm in the car and will let you know what progress I make when we talk next."

Me: "Uh, okay. BTW, I'm in the middle of writing an email to SG to ask him to be a celebrity golfer." Yes, this is the same sportscaster I have my eye on....

MW: Almost Bob-like. "Wow, that's an incredible idea!!! What made you think of him?"

Me: Lying in bed on weekends and watching the sportscast is all I need to think about him. "Well, Channel 7 did a story about D6 back in 2000, and it was right to give him first dibs. Plus he loves golf and kids."

MW: "Let me know if he says yes, okay?"

Me: What if I ask him to with me and he says yes. Do I have to tell him this too? "Okay"

I've actually spoken to him once more since that last convo. He says maybe he'll see me at the grocery store tonight? Why? Yes, I'm going, but this is the place I stalk Brian, not Mr. Wonderful.

Oh well, I should just keep working more on the tournament. He just confuses me more...