Snow Flakes Thought Bits

I always miss when I don't blog for a bit. It makes it hard to even look at the Google webpage to search anything. The guilt is overwhelming. For myself of course...not that I think anyone out there is just refreshing the page over and over to see if there's a new post!

Humanling and I ran into her chorus teacher at Borders last night. She was raving about HL's voice. She said that she has such a pure and clean 'kid' voice when she sings. That's funny, they say that about me too. Not. She said if she could single out a boy and girl to solo it would be my Lingish and she named this other boy.

The things I have no idea go on....! I was so impressed! I think I shat gold pieces right there in Borders....which is dangerous because I don't wear underwear unless it's *necessary*. (I'm a hater on pantylines and the wrong underwear just slices your otherwise nice lookin' butt into halves, which shouldn't happen) The Ling doesn't let me hear her much though. Last night she was singing in Borders when I wasn't in the same aisle and I just stood listening to her...she was singing the Beatles. =) Spoiled brat...I bought her this huge Beatles lyric book for $9.99. I've read that people born on the day of 6 are naturals at singing. I do know that my co-host of Scorpion Equinox IS a singer, and has a fabulous voice. Even her voice on the show is just full of beautiful ennunciation. I'm a 6 as well, and yo, I can Sang. But only my steering wheel, Humanling and the ex husband (#2) would know that. He and I used to write and record music together. The Humanling is also a 6. Are there 6's who agree that might read this? Or non 6's that disagree?

Humanling has just descended into tonight's blog and wants me to give an honorable mention to her boy Barbie doll, known to most of us as Ken, known to her as Kevin Voltez Doodoo. I have no idea why Kevin. Why Voltez. Doodoo I can understand.

During the week, through the amazing function of the Facebook Instant Message, I spoke to someone who has been mentioning getting out for a drink together for the last month or so. Someone I knew around 1991 or so and someone I would have never dated back then. He was too "nice" and clean cut and didn't work in the warehouse amongst the dust. No long hair for me to share my hairspray with and no instrument that would show me his creative musician side. He did however, start a pretty good local radio station program around here at the time that was all about raging, raw metal. I still didn't really give him any thought even though I thought he was nice.

So we got talking on the IM, and it turns out that the people we are now seem to have major things in common. Like picking out the w's from the M & M bag.

He is also a parent, a full time single parent for the most part. His daughter visits the mom a couple of days a week.

So in a moment of wanting to force uncomfortable changes upon myself, I said ok, maybe we'll meet out on Sunday if my mom will watch the Ling. I told myself I'd be more social this year. Joining more groups on Facebook or emailing people is social, yes, but not the kind of social that I meant. So a date was made.

True to my nature, I woke up fighting how to get out of going today to meet Single Dad. I have horrible OCD about public places during flu seasons and of course we were meeting out. It's not so bad if I don't have to really touch much (like at Borders we wear our gloves while perusing...and yes, I am a freak...when we leave I have her wipe down with an alcohol wipe in the car, boil her and then put her in a vacuum pack bag) but this was going out and having a beverage so that means sipping off a glass. Ewwwww.......and whether I indulge in a drink or a coffee, I can't use a straw. THIS is what would determine me not going today and its just such a lame podium to be behind. Otherwise I wasmostly ok about going...besides the usual hemming and hawing about doing my own thing today.

But I went, we had a great time, he spilled part of my drink on me and I'm glad I went. I would go again, although I'm not sure when. We have three craft shows to get ready for and this week's Scorpion Equinox show is going to be amazing! We have about seven guests from the documentary "What If" (www.whatifthemovie.com)

And being in wonderful Connecticut....we are to have a nice amount of snow tonight. I hear the mayor sent my mom the pre-recorded prime time phone call to let her know there's going to be a load of snow!!! I hope school is cancelled tomorrow! Am I the only parent?

I saw a repo man this morning. He stopped at this apartment building looking for someone specific in order to repossess their car. That could have been me as of one week ago. But I am totally up to date now. I'm glad that I did my taxes when I did in order to pay for the car. I feel bad for the guy that does that job as well as the people on the other end of it.

Capricorn and I still see each other at work constantly but as he is totally a guy who has to jump from one female's desk to another and needs a lot of female attention and reinforcement, I just end up cutting back on the time. I talk to guys, sure, on FB and things like that. I don't seek validation from them, but do enjoy speaking. Maybe this is the case with Capricorn as well. However, it'd be really weird to be committed and really *together* and having him constantly doing lunch with all these young early 20 something females while his almost 40 year old girlfriend is not joining them ever. It just doesn't flavor the palate in a friendly way. But I'm honest with him...I won't just pull back and simmer in it. I let him know in a gentle way and that its ok and that I wouldn't want to change him...it might not be for me though. That and his taste in paint. Is Tannish-grey a color? And furniture. And TV Shows......

So waiting for snow...excited that we are in March now and Spring is right around the corner...even if it does snow for the next month or so. We made it. And the $1600 heat bill was paid. Amen.

As I am a Jesus Nature Earth girl....I gave up some things for Lent. My friend at work was saying he is going to give up potato chips (he's in his later 50s) so I said YEAH! Me too me too!!! So we've got each other's backs. All chip related items are off my list....except pretzels. Because they aren't sexy like doritos or cheese doodles. Their burst of flavor doesn't really exist. They aren't too tempting but will do and taste good while doing. Then in a moment of chaotic synapses overcharge, I agreed to give up baked items like cookies and cupcakes too (even the gluten free versions). Sigh. There will be a lot of dark chocolate in my immediate future.

So I think I'd like to have a Coke and a smile, and perhaps get to read some blogs.

Match? Dot Com

I am so not ashamed to admit that I currently have a subscription to Match.com. (I'm also not ashamed of my insertion of 'so' wherever I see fit...even if I'm not young enough to anticipate Working Papers.) It simply means that I'm too busy to Live and Learn in the relationship sector of my Cake chart right now (I like cake better than pie). If the vibe of the information doesn't stroke my feathers the right way, I don't have to respond. And no wonder I use Match....I've got feathers.
Assuming that all the serial killers will identify themselves in their profiles , the only other worry really is just Horrible Men Period. (My mother believes that every profile out there is really the handiwork of men who torture and dismember their dates right after the greeting handshake.) Basically, as the men have to do with us women, Match.com is profile after profile of most likely, someone else's previous headache with walking papers.

Me, being one of them.

For instance, will those who fall in the 'psychopathic possessive' category have in their Interests, something to the extent of - "Looking for a woman who has a hot figure, beautiful clothes and is willing to degrade to Dog status to appease my little ego. Must dump her clothes off at the Salvation Army and then invest in One Size Fits All Art Smocks to wear in public. Must not draw attention to herself by wearing furry red gloves in the winter time, or drop anything. If you drop things, don't reply to this profile, because that means you will need to bend down to get them and I can't really handle people staring at the small of your back. And no, don't get a tattoo there with my name on it to make me feel better because people will still be all kinds of getting off on an inch of your skin." Ha ha, and I bet you think I made that up.

These people really do exist.

In fact, they could save many hopefuls gas money in avoiding that first date by posting Black Box warnings on some of these profiles. Who needs hands on research? Leave that to the exes. They've done all the legwork. Probably in the form of drop kicking.
I won't knock the whole thing though. It's an interesting experience, no doubt.
One of my favorite hits was a man who wrote me an email and asked me to check out his profile. Which clearly stated No Vegetarians. I wrote him back to ask him to reread my profile. Anyone who is going to check me out on MySpace, Facebook, Match.com, etc is probably going to be hit with that first since its a big part of my life.

Have I dated a veg? Not really. I mean, I went out on A (Read: A = One so far) date with a veg, who brought wonderful gifts. A rose for me (we don't kill animals. Just flowers.) and a mini veggie buffet in a baggie for my guinea pig. The cat got nothing, but I'm sure that's because stuffing a fish into my purse for a few hours would have negative consequences.
So follow me on my journey (for the most part.....you'll have to buy the book for the kiss and tells) to see who these men of Match are. I don't have a lot of time to date and I must say, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. So what better place to be than a dating site!!! What can I say - it seemed like fun at the time! Really Match will either serve your purpose of getting each other's insurance benefits, or else it'll allow you to at least know that Cesar likes to kayak down the front stairs of the State Capitol before you decide he'll be on the mutual BC list.

Well it's getting late (although not nearly as late as it was the night I concocted my Match profile) and High School Musical 2 is nearly over. For the 923rd time. For real, Zac Efron has the most sincere sad and frazzled expressions since Elijah Wood in every Lord of The Rings.
Not only that but my adorable little man, Ricci (my guinea pig) is probably wheet wheeting for a little leafy somethin somethin!