Friday, February 25, 2005

Here we Go Again

I know that's the title of that WhiteSnake song,but it is fitting today. The roommate's boyfriend will once again be visiting us this weekend. Actually to be more specific, he's visiting my roommate's bedroom. Last time, I never saw them come out of it once. Tonya told me later that it was because her boyfriend didn't bring any pants and he's kinda modest, so he just stayed covered up. You know, I don't care. If he's going to be spending days at a time in my bathroom he might as well, flash me too. Add some excitement to the weekend.

The good news is I won't be home this evening, so I'll be missing night one of Suckfest. Actually,I was going to have a girls evening with my friend Connie, but that now has somehow transpired into meatless spaghetti dinner with her and her husband. So another couple to mix it up. Except these guys have been together for a while, so I won't get to watch them make out and coo at each other. Bummer. I do love that. Not to worry, there will be plenty of that going on, when I get home.

It's a little game of cat and mouse. The three us spend our time wishing the other one would go someplace. The ultimate dream will be when the boyfriend gets a job, and buys himself his very own love-shack--and then I'll be blissfully alone. Not pretending I'm alone, while people are making out in the next room. Maybe I should really consider that whole peeing on the couch thing. It sounds more appealing with each passing week.

Friday, February 18, 2005


In honor of the man who invented the Crash Test dummy, I've prepared a haiku for him.
He died.

Crash Test Dummy Haiku

Bendy, taught us lots
Belt buckles are a good thing
Crashing cars was fun.

We'll miss you, Mr. Safety seat-belt guy. You did a good job making sure that people buckle up. I always wear my seat belt. And I've walked away from a few car accidents, so that says something.

Good Job.

And here's a haiku about Las Vegas because my friend Becky has been there this week, making it harder for me to procrastinate during my work day.

Vegas haiku:

Bright lights big city
Strippers, dancers, neon burns hot
Flashing, flashing, Go.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Oh Happy Day

I realized that in order to have a successful blog, I need to be more Free to be Me. Although the last blog where I was really free, was when I ranted about happy couples, which is part of today's topic too.

The roommate, her name is Tonya just told me last night that the new boyfriend will be spending the weekend with us. And I do mean the whole weekend. He lives about a half an hour away, but he might as well live, 8 hours away. He brings a bag, and all his crap, and my roommate turns into a 1950's housewife, which trust me is not her normal MO. She cooks and cleans the whole time he's there, except for when they're holed up in her love cocoon on her bed, with the door closed. And trust me, I'm thankful the door is closed, but the whole situation is just wierd. They spend all their "date nights" hanging out with the dude's dad, and his girlfriend. That's when they aren't playing cribbage. Who under the age of 60 plays that game?
And this is the official Valentine Weekend, or for single people we call it Saturday,and Yep, I'm still alone. Why don't we get a day to celebrate the fact that so far, we haven't shackled ourselves to some slob who sits on the couch and scratchs himself? I should be so lucky. It's the grass is black on my side, and green as can be over there. It's not true. Most of the couples I know are not Zened out on some high Nirvana all the time. I usually hang up from their calls, and think, I'm not really missing anything, and I still control my remote control all the time.
I don't really need a Holiday to make me feel bad about being alone. I did that last week, and there weren't any flowers or candy.
My blog may sound like the opposite, but I'm not actually that upset about being single at the moment. It does have its moments of satisfication.

Like I can do whatever I want. All the time. No kids to worry about, so if I see a cute pair of shoes, and decide to spend my grocery cash on them, the only one who gets affected is me. Sure, I have to eat cereal for dinner for days after, but really it's worth it. Sometimes a cute pair of shoes can really put a happy skip in your day. Or if I decide to get drunk for no reason, that's ok too. Some might say that's a cry for help, but sometimes nothing beats a good buzz, and nowhere to go. So I try and take joy in it.