When it comes to dating, does age really matter? That seems to be the question of the week for a whole lot of the single women I hang out with. Most of us are pushing 30, or already there. When we think of relationships, we think of them in the long term, because we are growing up, and are sick of wasting our time with one night stands and those annoying one month relationships. We feel that we are too old for guys in their early 20's and too young for someone who is in their mid-thirties. And guys our own age seem to be almost non-existent. If you are dating someone who is older than you, you worry that if you stay together, he won't want the same things as you do, because in his mind, it could be a 'been there, done that' situation. If you're dating someone younger, you run the risk of not being able to move forward, because, just like you were at their age, they just aren't ready for any kind of commitment, and have a lot more growing up to do.
We go on and on about how we're too old, too young, too mature, too immature.
But ladies, I think we need to stop it. If that person makes you happy, if they treat you well, and possess the qualities that are on your little mental list of what you are looking for in a mate, then just go for it. No matter how old he is, or you are, there are going to be some issues and some bumps in the road if it turns into a full on relationship. Deal with those things as they come, don't dread the issues you are afraid of, because when you do that, you turn it into a self-fulfilling prophecy.
And hey, it's spring. Spring fever is in the air, and we all deserve some cuddling on a rainy night. Does it really matter if you can see yourself with that person for ever and ever? Go forth, and have fun, girls, and quit worrying about how old you are. I did, and it's working out for me.
May 31, 2007
May 29, 2007
Woo Hoo!
10 Things That Are Exciting to Me Right Now
1. As of right now, I have 2 days off from work!
2. The Canada Day camping trip plans are coming together nicely, and I can't friggin' wait to get out to the lake, and out of This City!
3. The Arts Festival went extremely well, and was a super duper funtastic day, and it gave me some motivation to get creating!
4. Mosaic is this weekend, plus, the JukeBox Hero is coming to visit!
5. Cable T.V rocks! Not only did I get home just in time to see Deadwood, I can set the timer on the guide so I don't miss Twitch City! Oh, Don McKellar, how I adore you!
6. For under $15, I bought 2 new books at Chapters tonight. Although I am already reading 3 books, I am going to start them tomorrow, as I drink overpriced coffee.
7. The Golden Dogs are playing at The Pub in July!
8. I purchased a really cute 2 piece bathing suit, that not only makes my boobs look boobtastic, but I am refusing to wear it to swim with the special people at work. It is just for me! (Believe me, this is the first time in years that I have been able to afford to buy 2 bathing suits, one for work, and one for play!)
9. My new digital camera makes me happy. I am learning that sometimes, it's okay to live in the 21st century.
10. My shitty mood of the past few days seems to be subsiding. Maybe it was just hormonal. Or maybe things are starting to look up.
2. The Canada Day camping trip plans are coming together nicely, and I can't friggin' wait to get out to the lake, and out of This City!
3. The Arts Festival went extremely well, and was a super duper funtastic day, and it gave me some motivation to get creating!
4. Mosaic is this weekend, plus, the JukeBox Hero is coming to visit!
5. Cable T.V rocks! Not only did I get home just in time to see Deadwood, I can set the timer on the guide so I don't miss Twitch City! Oh, Don McKellar, how I adore you!
6. For under $15, I bought 2 new books at Chapters tonight. Although I am already reading 3 books, I am going to start them tomorrow, as I drink overpriced coffee.
7. The Golden Dogs are playing at The Pub in July!
8. I purchased a really cute 2 piece bathing suit, that not only makes my boobs look boobtastic, but I am refusing to wear it to swim with the special people at work. It is just for me! (Believe me, this is the first time in years that I have been able to afford to buy 2 bathing suits, one for work, and one for play!)
9. My new digital camera makes me happy. I am learning that sometimes, it's okay to live in the 21st century.
10. My shitty mood of the past few days seems to be subsiding. Maybe it was just hormonal. Or maybe things are starting to look up.
May 25, 2007
Untitled.
Ok, I'm not one of those girls that watches "Sex and the City" and goes on and on about how I am just like so and so, or is convinced that my life is so similar to who and the what now. However, when I arrived home tonight from a night with wonderful friends and my Cheesy Bites from BK, turned on the television, and witnessed at least three eerily similar situations that I have been through in the past year in 22 minutes, well, I lost it. I knew exactly what those characters were going through, and how they felt. I contemplated throwing something through the bedroom window, just to hear the smash. I wanted to scream, and throw things about my bedroom, but realized that the few things that I own, really are important to me, if only for the very fact that I don't want to have to go out and buy them again. I wanted to take my savings, and just run so far away from here......
But, of course, I didn't. It would wake the roommates, and I would have to explain what was going on, and give V-Man money for the window. I would scare the cats. Although the fireworks the kids are setting off a block away are much louder, the neighbors would be more disturbed by the crazy lady screaming and smashing glass. I would have to call my mom, from some far off place, again, with no explanation as to why I was there. But it would feel good, damn good, to let loose on inanimate objects, and take off to fucking anywhere and start all over again.
Why do I feel so weak and ugly, when everyone around me tells me, every day, that they respect me and love me because I am so strong and beautiful?
But, of course, I didn't. It would wake the roommates, and I would have to explain what was going on, and give V-Man money for the window. I would scare the cats. Although the fireworks the kids are setting off a block away are much louder, the neighbors would be more disturbed by the crazy lady screaming and smashing glass. I would have to call my mom, from some far off place, again, with no explanation as to why I was there. But it would feel good, damn good, to let loose on inanimate objects, and take off to fucking anywhere and start all over again.
Why do I feel so weak and ugly, when everyone around me tells me, every day, that they respect me and love me because I am so strong and beautiful?
The Weekend Has Arrived......
I can't believe it's Friday already. This week really has flown by. I haven't had a week that flew by in well, I can't remember when. This most likely has to do with how busy I was this week. For someone who only worked 2 days this week at her 'day' job, I sure have been a busy bee, getting ready for this festival.
So, I am relishing this last hour of relaxation I have today. I am going to drink coffee, and watch Law & Order. Once it is over, I have to hop in the shower, pack up my car, and get my butt over to Knuckle Toes' place, so we can spend the afternoon running around picking up mannequins, bank floats, shower curtains, business cards, and all the other last minute goodies we need for tomorrow.
Although it's been a busy week, it hasn't been bad in any way. Sure, I woke up this morning with something that is hopefully not pink eye, and I haven't had time to sleep for more than 4 hours a night, but other than that, it's been A-OK. I did a happy dance when I saw my bank account on payday (unlike last payday, when I called my boss and told her I thought they had made a mistake with the direct deposit!). I'm ecstatic that I now have enough money to buy a new camera, and a new stereo and back seat for my car! Work was super productive this week, and I think I am falling into place as the big boss lady quite nicely. I realized that every single guy that works in my field, is H-O-T, and had the pleasure of meeting a whole shwack of them over the past couple days. My brother the JukeBox Hero, has gotten the Canada Day camping trip plans under-way, and although we don't get what we want this year, he has been patient with me in making other plans, and I am confident that it will all work out. After this festival is over, my priority will be getting the camping trip plans finalized, and tracking down the elusive filmmaker that has my tent. Yay, camping!
And on that note, I need to get my butt in gear, and get this day over with, so I can sit and relax some more, on a hopefully sunny patio, with the ladies and enjoy and beer or two.
So, I am relishing this last hour of relaxation I have today. I am going to drink coffee, and watch Law & Order. Once it is over, I have to hop in the shower, pack up my car, and get my butt over to Knuckle Toes' place, so we can spend the afternoon running around picking up mannequins, bank floats, shower curtains, business cards, and all the other last minute goodies we need for tomorrow.
Although it's been a busy week, it hasn't been bad in any way. Sure, I woke up this morning with something that is hopefully not pink eye, and I haven't had time to sleep for more than 4 hours a night, but other than that, it's been A-OK. I did a happy dance when I saw my bank account on payday (unlike last payday, when I called my boss and told her I thought they had made a mistake with the direct deposit!). I'm ecstatic that I now have enough money to buy a new camera, and a new stereo and back seat for my car! Work was super productive this week, and I think I am falling into place as the big boss lady quite nicely. I realized that every single guy that works in my field, is H-O-T, and had the pleasure of meeting a whole shwack of them over the past couple days. My brother the JukeBox Hero, has gotten the Canada Day camping trip plans under-way, and although we don't get what we want this year, he has been patient with me in making other plans, and I am confident that it will all work out. After this festival is over, my priority will be getting the camping trip plans finalized, and tracking down the elusive filmmaker that has my tent. Yay, camping!
And on that note, I need to get my butt in gear, and get this day over with, so I can sit and relax some more, on a hopefully sunny patio, with the ladies and enjoy and beer or two.
May 24, 2007
Going to the Psychic
I have been putting off going to a free psychic reading that I earned for 'giving out good energy', for months now. I know the psychic personally, and I respect her, and believe that she knows what she's talking about. Many of my friends have gone to her, most of them more than once, and everyone is amazed by what she knows, the things she tells them, and also how blunt she is when giving her readings.
I don't know exactly why I have been putting off going for my own reading. It's free, and free is a good price. She wants me to come and see her, and apparently has something important to tell me, or so I assume. She tells others who have gone to see her for a reading, that I will be okay, especially now that I have discarded a certain 'evil' from my life (her words), and she is happy and relieved that I did, because she was worried about me.
The fact that she has been mentioning me to others when they are getting their readings, has peaked my interest. Why does she care so much? What is it that she knows that I don't know? Why was she so worried about the 'evil'? Do I need to know what she knows?
The first few times that I met her, I thought that she hated me. The way that she looked at me, she would almost glare at me, and stare right through me. I mentioned it to the Cookster, and she told me that the psychic was listening to my spirit guides, or maybe looking at someone else that may be around me. That freaked me out a wee bit.
I think that one of the big reasons why I haven't gone to see her is that I'm afraid. A chicken-shit, if you may. What else does she know about me? Does she know all my secrets, all the bad things I have said and done? Will she bring up such things in the reading, reminding me of what a horrible human being I have been at times? What if she doesn't see a light at the end of my tunnel? What if she tells me things that I already know, and doesn't give me any hope for the future?
I know, I know, that all sounds ridiculous. But really, having a glimpse into my future, is a bit scary to me. Maybe because at the moment, OK, let's be honest, for a long time now, I have had no hopes, no dreams, no goals. I live life as it comes, and have never really thought of a goal I would like to achieve in a very long time. I can't see where I'm heading in life, so I have a hard time believing that she does. And what if I don't like what she has to say?
But, I think that I will go see her soon. Why not? Might as well bite the bullet, and see what she has to say. It can't do any real harm, right?
I don't know exactly why I have been putting off going for my own reading. It's free, and free is a good price. She wants me to come and see her, and apparently has something important to tell me, or so I assume. She tells others who have gone to see her for a reading, that I will be okay, especially now that I have discarded a certain 'evil' from my life (her words), and she is happy and relieved that I did, because she was worried about me.
The fact that she has been mentioning me to others when they are getting their readings, has peaked my interest. Why does she care so much? What is it that she knows that I don't know? Why was she so worried about the 'evil'? Do I need to know what she knows?
The first few times that I met her, I thought that she hated me. The way that she looked at me, she would almost glare at me, and stare right through me. I mentioned it to the Cookster, and she told me that the psychic was listening to my spirit guides, or maybe looking at someone else that may be around me. That freaked me out a wee bit.
I think that one of the big reasons why I haven't gone to see her is that I'm afraid. A chicken-shit, if you may. What else does she know about me? Does she know all my secrets, all the bad things I have said and done? Will she bring up such things in the reading, reminding me of what a horrible human being I have been at times? What if she doesn't see a light at the end of my tunnel? What if she tells me things that I already know, and doesn't give me any hope for the future?
I know, I know, that all sounds ridiculous. But really, having a glimpse into my future, is a bit scary to me. Maybe because at the moment, OK, let's be honest, for a long time now, I have had no hopes, no dreams, no goals. I live life as it comes, and have never really thought of a goal I would like to achieve in a very long time. I can't see where I'm heading in life, so I have a hard time believing that she does. And what if I don't like what she has to say?
But, I think that I will go see her soon. Why not? Might as well bite the bullet, and see what she has to say. It can't do any real harm, right?
May 23, 2007
Eight Random Facts Meme
I should be away from this computer, and sitting at my sewing machine, or getting ready for work, but alas, I have been tagged by the Almighty Schmutzie , to tell y'all eight random facts about little ol' me, and I am going to comply, if only to procrastinate just a wee bit more.
1. I love watching and reading about ghosts and spirits, ghost stories, the supernatural and all that jazz. I like to think that there are people/spirits all around us, keeping an eye on us, and watching over us. At the moment I am watching Sylvia Brown on Montel. She is the only reason I tune into Montel, ever.
2. When I have chewed off all my fingernails, and there is no more nail to bite, I'll just chew the skin around the nail. Yep, I know you think I'm sexy.
3. I am still afraid of the guys in the white suits that quarantined poor little E.T.
4. Although I am Ukrainian, and love perogies, cabbage rolls, kielbasa, and all that yummy stuff, my favorite meal is still my mom's pork chops and rice, with a side of green beans from her garden.
5. In the past year, I have sat on, and broke, at least five picture frames.
6. Whenever I'm feeling down and out, and am not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I sit down and read "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Suess.
7. No matter how hard I try, I cannot for the life of me, get a tan on my legs.
8. I say some pretty horrible things to my alarm clock in the morning, as if it can understand me. If it was a person, it would never want to be my friend.
Ok, you're turn. In following the rules of the game, I am tagging 8 people to participate in the '8 things' meme as well. Do it, or not. Let me know if you do.
1. Dawn
2. Madame Diva
3. Wench
4. Knuckle Toes
5. Juke Box Hero
6. Jenifer
7. Typical Quirk
8. CupCate
1. I love watching and reading about ghosts and spirits, ghost stories, the supernatural and all that jazz. I like to think that there are people/spirits all around us, keeping an eye on us, and watching over us. At the moment I am watching Sylvia Brown on Montel. She is the only reason I tune into Montel, ever.
2. When I have chewed off all my fingernails, and there is no more nail to bite, I'll just chew the skin around the nail. Yep, I know you think I'm sexy.
3. I am still afraid of the guys in the white suits that quarantined poor little E.T.
4. Although I am Ukrainian, and love perogies, cabbage rolls, kielbasa, and all that yummy stuff, my favorite meal is still my mom's pork chops and rice, with a side of green beans from her garden.
5. In the past year, I have sat on, and broke, at least five picture frames.
6. Whenever I'm feeling down and out, and am not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I sit down and read "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Suess.
7. No matter how hard I try, I cannot for the life of me, get a tan on my legs.
8. I say some pretty horrible things to my alarm clock in the morning, as if it can understand me. If it was a person, it would never want to be my friend.
Ok, you're turn. In following the rules of the game, I am tagging 8 people to participate in the '8 things' meme as well. Do it, or not. Let me know if you do.
1. Dawn
2. Madame Diva
3. Wench
4. Knuckle Toes
5. Juke Box Hero
6. Jenifer
7. Typical Quirk
8. CupCate
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