It is Monday, right?

It was such a crazy weekend that when I woke up this morning I wasn't exactly sure what day it was...

Friday night, JT the PT adjusted my back and boy did that feel so good. After that it was sushi. I have actually found a good place here in Bend that is almost as good as the coast. Not bad considering that I'm 5 hours away from the ocean.

Saturday it was the Spooktacular horse show. Flash and I dressed up and proceeded to have a great time at the horse show. Our first class was the costume class where there were about 35 entries. We took 5th...

Ladybug and her daisy...

 

Flash got many compliments on his daisies. He looked so cute. He kept trying to shake them out of his mane, but I had them banded in there pretty tight so he was stuck with them all day...

In the afternoon, we did a bunch of western pleasure classes. Typically Flash is not a slow and easy mover... he likes to go fast. But by afternoon we were both kinda tired so we actually did pretty well in those classes. We took a 3rd, a 4th, 2 5th and a 6th. And yes, there were more than 6 people in every class we were in... 

The pups were pretty sad that they didn't get to go to the show, however...

How could you leave us behind?

On Sunday, I had to go into work for a few hours to help out with the Fall Harvest festival we were having on property. Since I was there anyway, JT came out and we decided to play a round of golf on the Jack Nicklaus course. I was a little nervous about playing on such a difficult course because I haven't swung my golf clubs in about 3 1/2 years but I actually played pretty well and we had a great time. We did get rained on a few times, but it was still pretty nice out there on the course...

After that we jumped in the hot tub to relax for a bit... which felt great, but man was I tired after all that. I slept like the dead last night.

What a fun weekend, though...

This morning I decided to take some photos of Goodwin so you can see how good he is starting to look...

Before...

Today...

It's amazing what a few months and some food will do for a horse. In another month or so he should be fat enough to start working with. I can't wait. He's got such a  sweet personality...

All in all, a great weekend. Next weekend I'm at Farmer's... hope he's ready for the invasion of my laundry.

Not again...

I think I'm going to have to start picking a different night for laundry night. Knowing you're facing down loads of laundry really takes the TG out of TGIF. You know what I mean?

Anyway, I have better things to do tonight. I have to get Flash all gussied up for our Spooktacular show tomorrow. He's going to be a pretty yellow daisy and I will be going as a lady bug. Don't worry... I'm sure there will be lots of humiliating photos to share with you later. Well, Flash won't think they are humiliating. He loves to dress up...

Also tonight I'm getting my back worked on for the first time in years. It's really been really bugging me and I can't wait to get a few kinks worked out.

After that, it's sushi. And you can never go wrong with sushi...

Doesn't this sound way better than laundry? Yeah, I thought so too...

Laundry...

I hate laundry. I hated it when I had a washer/dryer in my house. I hate it even more now that I don't...

Wiped out...

Who knew that feeding horses was full contact sport? Both physically and financially...

This morning when I went out to feed it was a little earlier than normal, so it was a little darker than normal too. However, dawn was just breaking so I could see a little bit. At least, I thought I could...

I went and got the hay and then proceeded along the fence line to the far pasture where my critters are located. As I was walking down the line I tripped over a rock I didn't see and fell face-first into the fence, tearing up my knee and hand. Ouch...

The same, but different...

So I got a new phone... and a new number. Instead of a Droid X I decided to go with an iPhone (I have macs at home and I wanted something that would actually sync with my laptop).

This phone is very familiar (thanks to me already being a mac girl)... but it is going to take some getting used to. For instance, it took me almost a full 1/2 hour to figure out how to get into voicemail. I think this is just how it's going to be for a few days...

But I'm smart. I'll figure it out...

Right? Right.

An almost perfect weekend...

It was a gorgeous weekend here in Central Oregon. The sun was shining, it was warm and practically no wind to speak of. It was perfect... almost.

On Friday night I went to dinner with some friends and tried an Italian place I had never been. The food was very good and I was stuffed when I got home. When I let the pups out Noelle and DD started playing zoomy and even had some mad-teeth going...

Noelle: Banzai!!!

DD: Get off me fatty...

Noelle: Move please, so I may tackle you...

Daisy & DD: What is that?

We are the cutest pups ever!!

Noelle: I'm going to be a vampire for Halloween... like my teeth?

Noelle: Come baaaaaaack....

DD: Can't catch me... :P

Noelle: That's what you think...

On Saturday I woke up to a fantastic sunrise.

Hello sun...

And it was so nice I decided to meet JT out at Cline Butte and go for a ride. We didn't climb the big butte, but the views were still spectacular from our lookout spot...

 Halfway up...

View of the Cascades from the top...

Um, less pictures more riding please...

Jag taking a nap at the top of the butte...

Saturday night I was supposed to go to a birthday/costume party. I was all dressed up (well, actually I wasn't wearing much) but couldn't find the house. I had written the directions down wrong and didn't have a working phone to call anyone to figure out where I was supposed to be going. Which is a damn shame, because my costume was great... I had my long trench on and not much else underneath it (OK, my swimsuit) and it totally looked like I was a naked flasher... 

On Sunday, Jewel and I hauled out to Mags and rode out there. Again, it was another gorgeous day. Unfortunately my phone battery was toast so I didn't get any photos. But you get the idea of the kind of day it was.

Sunday night JT and I grabbed some sushi and then it was back to his place for some plum wine. Yum!! 

All in all it was a great weekend. The only thing that would have made it perfect is if I was rolling around in cash. I'm still working on that...

Ketchup...

No, no, no...

I mean catch up. I have a lot to catch you up on...

As you may (or may not have) noticed, when I wrote about this weekend I didn't mention getting together with Tech. That's because I didn't. On Saturday I got a text message around 10am saying he was busy and couldn't get together. Instantly I had a gut feeling (remember this, because it comes into play later) but I dismissed said gut feeling because it was completely unfounded. I went about my day and my weekend and didn't think much more about it.

On Tuesday I sent him a quick email saying I couldn't remember how long his 2 girl friends were in town but if his schedule freed up to give me a ring. He wrote back saying he needed to talk to me. Apparently over the weekend he read the blog. Not just a few posts or a few months worth. He basically read the whole thing (he'll say 80%, but I'm not so sure... seemed like a higher percentage than that to me). And if you have followed this blog for any amount of time you realize that it's like morphine. You have to take it in a little at a time or you're at risk of an overdose...

And he definitely overdosed.

Last night we met up to talk about it. Naturally most of what he read scared the piss out of him. It's a lot. And there's a lot of drama back there too. I get it... but I figured I could talk him off the ledge.

But remember that gut feeling? Yeah, it's about to become pertinent.

More than the blog being an issue was the fact that apparently his single status wasn't so single anymore. He informed me that his on-again off-again girlfriend decided that they were on-again (man my timing sucks).

And my gut feeling about that text was that he had hooked up with one of the girls. I need to remember that my gut never lies...

Damn shame too... oh well, friends it is. Thank goodness I have been blessed with that switch that kills all romantic interest as soon as I hear there isn't any interest on the other side. Makes things way easier.

After all, I don't want to be accused of poaching in another woman's territory...

The age-old battle of Love vs. Lust...

I got an email from Wildflower last night asking me if it was too early to be in love. I really didn't have a good answer for her because I believe it is situationally dependent, in my opinion...

I have known couples who dated for years and then only lasted a few months as a married couple. Then I know other couples who hardly knew each other (a few weeks) and got married and are still married to this day. I think the success of a relationship depends on a few key things...

1. Recognizing that lust is not love. Lust is exciting, thrilling and jumbles your emotions all up. Love is trustworthy, secure and grounds you. Personally, I think a successful relationship should have both. You can cultivate love and still keep things spicy (lust). But it's work... it doesn't happen all by itself. Which brings me to...

2. Relationships are work. Not a job, but work. There is a difference, as CO was pointing out to me a few days ago. Work is something you do with passion in your heart and it brings you joy (not always, but most of the time). A job is something that you do because you feel you have to but there is no joy or passion.

3. Realize that if you're not growing together, you're growing apart. Relationships are not static... they are in perpetual motion. The trick is to keep moving in the same direction. Accommodations will have to be made on both sides but that is one of the trade-offs of being a "we" versus a "me".

4. Contrary to popular belief, there is no set timeline for how things in a relationship should develop. For some it is slow and steady. For others it is rapid. Neither one is better than the other. But both parties have to be on the same page. If one is on the fast track and the other is moving along at a much slower pace that's going to cause problems. I should know... that was the Biologist and I to a T. These days I'm not in that much of a hurry. I want to savor the moments rather than rush through them...

5. Realize that mistakes will be made. On both sides. No one is perfect and there has to be room for error inside the boundaries of a relationship... otherwise nothing but failure can happen. There has to be breathing room...

And the hardest one of all...

6. Be eyes wide open and don't be afraid to say what's on your mind. Sometimes we ignore things because it feels so good and we don't want to be bothered with reality. But be aware of any red flags and be ready to talk them out. Either they will be resolved or they won't. If they aren't resolved then it's probably not going to last.

It's all a work in progress, people. Don't forget that...

Observations...

1. Old habits die hard. On my way home from work last night I came upon a wreck. An SUV had taken out a couple of telephone poles. My first inclination was to pull over and take pictures, but not because I like looking at accidents. Neither newspaper I worked for had designated photographers so if you came upon something newsworthy you snapped a photo or faced the wrath of the editor and publisher... 

2. People rarely say what they are actually thinking. Unfortunately this continues to be true no matter how old I get. And it befuddles me. I guess my best friends (Bff, Wildflower, Clown and Farmer) are the types that don't mince words. If you ask them for their opinion on a given subject, they are going to give it... warts and all. Why can't all people just operate like this? I was blessed (or cursed) without a filter between my brain and my mouth, so no one ever need wonder what is on my mind...

3. No matter where I live, my sinuses are going to be upset. At the coast it was too moist and salty. Here it is too dry. I guess it's back to putting balm up the nose to keep the nosebleeds to a minimum... *sigh* 

4. Some songs, no matter how many times I hear them, still affect me. Funny how very specific memories attach themselves to very specific songs. And when I hear those songs (even after years) I am whisked back to that moment in time. The brain is amazing that way... 

5. The universe helps those that help themselves. I am amazed at people who sit around waiting for good things in life to happen. In my experience, you have to go out and make those things happen... or they won't happen. Pretty simple...

Sometimes being a Raider fan really sucks...

If you don't follow the NFL, then just ignore this post. If you do follow the NFL and are a Raider's fan, then you know my pain. If you follow the NFL and are the fan of an opposing team, then you are laughing you butt off right now...

In short, the Raiders have been owned by a man named Al Davis for many, many years. Back in the day he was brilliant. In later years he was a joke. And then he died. I was hoping with his death that the mismanagement of the team would die with him. Unfortunately, that isn't happening...

*very sad face*

The quarterback got hurt. Rather than scrap the season and just try to get by and work towards a great season next year the Raiders decided it would be an awesome idea to trade 2 first round picks (worth lots) for an aging, out-of-shape quarterback (not worth lots).

I just don't get it. It's just not good business sense.

I guess the legacy of Al lives on...

Everything looks better by candlelight...

Let me just say right off that it was a wild weekend. I didn't plan it that way... it just happened. I swear.

Friday night I was supposed to go and do laundry. Instead Jewel showed up and we went for a twilight ride instead. She's interested in getting into endurance racing and she wanted to see what it's like to ride at speed. So Flash and I gave her a taste. Both Jewel and her horse Maddie were pretty tired by the time we were done. Flash, on the other hand, was getting all competitive and anytime Maddie got close he would speed up his trot. Maddie was having to canter to keep up with him. I forgot how fast that horse trots!! But we had a great time.

After I got home I jumped in the shower and as soon as I was out Hutch called me to come join her for a few drinks at the Tumalo Feed Company. Holy crap is that place hilarious... red velvet seats, a cowboy singing in the corner and a drink called Cowgirl Koolaid. What could possibly go wrong? We chatted about the upcoming Halloween Horse Show and tried to decide what classes we were going to do and what our costumes were going to be. Since my Rainbow Brite costume has mysteriously disappeared I need a back-up plan. I think I've decided to cover Flash in silk flowers and twigs and then I'm going to dress up as a lady bug. Easy enough, I think... (famous last words)

On Saturday, Jewel wanted to get out and ride again. This time I decided to leave Flash behind and take Scoot out. He is a monster. His back is probably a foot higher than Flash's is. Trying to get my leg up to the stirrup was quite the ordeal. I think I need to do more yoga (or stick to short horses). But once I managed to get on we had a great ride. It was a gorgeous day. Then it was time to go to "the party"...

"The Party" was a romance party (if you know what those are... and if you don't, well think toys and stuff for the bedroom). I made Jewel go with me. We took some liquor, which was good because we ended up needing it. Now as you know, I am not shy about sex. Or discussing sex. But you have to have special talents to describe all of those products and still keep a straight face. Some of that stuff was terrifying. Seriously...

Needless to say, we made our exit fairly early.

On Sunday I woke up to drizzle-rain. I was supposed to get together with Mags, Jewel and KO for a ride out at Crooked River but the weather was not cooperating. So instead I just packed up the dogs and went out to Crooked River to visit KO and hang with them. Her parents and some of their friends were in town so it turned out to be quite the party. And I probably had a smidge too much to drink. But we had a great time!!

The view from KO's back deck...

Rudy: You're gonna share with me right?

Daisy: If she's sharing with anyone it's going to be me...

Sigfried: I don't care who she shares with. Just get these mutts off my porch...

Now!!

Noelle: I want some too...

Yes, I am an angel. In case there was any doubt...

The view from KO's parent's house...

This morning I was a little sluggish getting out of bed. I went to turn on the light in the bathroom and heard a pop and was plunged into darkness. My attempt to remove the light cover failed (damn those screws are tight) and so I ended up having to get ready by candlelight.

Not how I really wanted to start out my Monday after such a stellar weekend...

It's Friday!! You know what that means...

Yup, that's right. It's laundry night. After much experimentation (and when I can't find a friend to let me come over and hog their washer and dryer) I've discovered that no one is in the laundromat on a Friday night. Apparently, everyone else has something better to do. Go figure...

My date for tonight...

But never fear. My Saturday is looking way more interesting than my Friday night. Tech and I are getting together at some point. Breakfast and a hike were ideas that were bandied about... however, I think it will depend on how his Friday night goes as to what time we actually hook up. He's doing a zombie walk (whatever the hell that is), corn maze and a haunted something-or-other with some friends that are coming into town. It was also mentioned that he would probably be up late drinking (hmmmm... perhaps I should call during this drunken debauchery and see what juicy dirt I can squeeze out of him). Anyway, his Friday is sounding way better than mine. 

Oh well. I'll find some way to make laundry exciting...

In other news... after I took the time and effort to set the record straight about Farmer and CG (california girl) calling more than texting, he informed me yesterday that they have both been too busy the past week and have indeed been communicating strictly by text only. Sheesh... trying to keep up with him is a full time job sometimes.

Wildflower and Claw have really hit it off and have decided to make if Facebook official. Yup, that's right... after 2 dates. I couldn't be more thrilled for her. As long as she keeps her eyes open for potential red flags I see no problem with the accelerated rate of things. Sometimes it just feels that right.

Which brings me to my next topic...

Living my life out in the open like this brings about the good, the bad and the "I have no idea what you're talking about". The good is that I get a lot of support when I need it. The bad is that I get a lot of opinions on how I choose to live my life. The rest is just a hot mess that I don't even acknowledge... except this once.

Most of you are thrilled that I have inadvertently stumbled into something that has the potential to be something great. I thank you for your support (especially Flip Flop and Bff). A few of you think that I need to spend a certain time single (I have no idea why) and can't understand that, regardless of whatever the timing, if something good comes along I'm not going to piss all over it. And then there is one of you (you know who you are) who is completely off the reservation. I'm sure that you think that you know how to live my life better than I do, but it is my life and I will do whatever I please.

I will continue to see what unfolds because that is what I want to do. I am not a desperate individual (regardless of what you think) and have no problem living my life for me. If I did, I would have never moved to Central Oregon in the first place. I would have stayed on the Coast and stayed with RR... because that would have been the easy thing to do. I knew when I moved here that I risked the relationship between RR and I, but I knew it was the right thing to do for me. So, you don't know me... you have no idea what I am really like (except in what I choose to show you here) and regardless of the crazy comments (which I will continue to delete until you can behave yourself) I will continue to put myself out there. It's a part of who I am...

OK, rant over.

Back to happy Friday thoughts. Like this...

How can the sight of this not make you happy?

Making headway...

Wildflower texted me the other night to tell me about her date with a new guy. I haven't quite decided what to call him yet, so for now he's just "the guy"...

Apparently The Guy made quite the impression. He brought flowers (major bonus points there) and when they parted ways in the evening he gave her a kiss on the hand and the neck. For her, this is the epitome of the best first date ever. Which is great. I couldn't be happier. Wildflower is the type that loves romance and someone who doesn't have a problem saying what they are feeling. And after having dated a few that jerked her around, I'm glad that this one seems to be legit.

Farmer also texted me the other day to say that the majority of his conversations with California Girl are by phone and not by text. Sorry. My bad... I wish that this one were closer to him. I think there would definitely be more going on if she were.

And as for me...

I met up with the guy from Sunday (don't really have a name for him yet, either... I must be losing my touch) last night to do some bowling. Well, we tried to do some bowling... but apparently there was a league that thought they had dibs on the lanes. So I guess I will have to wait to show off my bowling skills another time.

Instead we ended up going to a Peruvian restaurant and had some din-din and possibly the best margarita I've ever had. It was nomz...

Anyway, same thing happened last night that happened on Sunday. We ended talking for about 5 hours. Jury is still out on how much time I spent talking vs. him... I want to say it was 50/50, however he gave me a bad time about being so chatty so maybe it was more like 60/40... or 70/30. Whatever. I was chatty. Possibly verging on the point of being TMI, but I've always been the type to just throw it out there and see what sticks. I guess my philosophy is this: if they don't like it, then I probably won't hear from them again. Best to get it sorted out at the beginning rather than have things drag on and then find out it's just not going to work. Right? Right...

Anywho, moving on...

My chattiness must not have been that bad because we are getting together again on Saturday. That bodes well, right? Right...

The "potential" problem...

I am guilty. And I'm here to admit my guilt and confess all of my (dating) sins. The biggest of which is dating "potential" and not what is actually presented to me.

I confess... I love to tinker. Computers, cars, horses, dogs, men...

And while trying to modify the behaviors of most of these things is a good thing, with human beings (men, specifically) this is probably bad. Well, actually I know it is. It is bad.

I think I have finally figured out that you can't date potential. You need to assess the person before you and realize that they are not going to change (because they aren't... especially in my dating pool) and then try to decide if the person that they actually are is someone that works with who I am actually am.

Not easy, my friends. Not easy at all...

How much text is too much text?

I, as you know, am not opposed to internet dating. I think it's a valid way to meet people if you are not a church-goer or a bar-goer. However, there is a weird side-product of internet dating and that is over-texting (or emailing).

Farmer has completely given up on the internet dating thing and is now relying on friends and neighbors to help him out with that. In his case, over-texting is a must because the girl he is currently interested in is in California. Can't help but use the phone a lot to stay in touch. I get it...

Wildflower, on the other hand, is looking for prospects in her immediate area. Over-texting is a major danger. You see a guy on the internet dating site. He's cute. You email. He emails you back. You exchange numbers. Next thing you know, you are having full-on conversations by text that you should be having in person... or you are saying things that you would never say in person. Then when you finally meet up, the real thing is a let down compared to what you've built up in your own imagination.

I think a lot of people mistake the thrill of the hunt for real, actual feelings. It's a downfall of our times, I suppose...

Weekend of the unexpected...

Going into the weekend, I had no plans and not high expectations for what was going to happen. However, it ended up being quite a busy weekend...

On Friday night I was supposed to do a lesson with Hutch, but I wasn't feeling that great so I opted not to go. Instead I stayed home and watched a movie and cuddled with the dogs. It was great.

On Saturday, a friend and I went to tea in the morning and caught up on life. After that, another friend trailered over to my place and we went for a ride. It ended up being in the 70's and was a perfect day for a fall ride. The horses did great and the dogs had a good time. Later that night I got talked into going out to see a band at a brewpub in Sisters. The band was great and I think I met a guy I'd like to introduce to the Bff. We shall see if I can make that happen...

Sunday was the most surprising day of all. I was supposed to meet up with a guy last weekend but a friend unexpectedly showed up and I didn't end up going (might have chickened out just a little). However, I agreed to meet him for breakfast on Sunday. I figured what the hell... at the very least I can expand my social circle. So, we went to breakfast and ended up chatting for almost 5 hours. It was a very entertaining morning.

Then to make the day even better, the sun came out and I was able to get out for another ride. Not a bad weekend, considering...

Dating 101...

Now that I'm single again, I'm going to have to start thinking about dating. Oh. Dear. Lord. Just shoot me now, seriously.

Wildflower and Farmer are single, too. So at least I have partners in crime...

Farmer is having about the same luck as before. He seems to kind of attract the crazy (or the seriously too far away to even consider it) types. I'm not sure what it is about him. And what does that say about me? OK, that is a totally different blog. Moving on...

His latest crazy was with a girl he chatted back and forth with quite a bit. He kept trying to set up a meet and greet but it kept falling through. Then the mutual friends tried getting something set up. That was a no-go as well... mostly because of a lack of communication. The PD (potential date) asked if he was going to the mutual friend's house. Farmer said no. Mutual friend then later called to ask why he didn't show up. It was weird. Seriously, weird. And then, out of the blue, the PD asked if he was a virgin. What on God's green earth does that have anything to do with anything? Needless to say, he stopped chatting with her...

Wildflower isn't faring much better. Things with Coyote went south. He basically had no time for a relationship and had no idea what he wanted out of one. So, she's back in the dating pool as well...

*sigh*

But we're all coming to the same conclusion. There are people who seriously need a self-help book on how to date. Need. It. Bad.

I feel like I need to state the ground rules before anything even starts...

#1. If you don't know me, then my name is not "hun" or "babe". Talk about a serious turn-off...
#2. Hold up your side of the conversation, regardless of format. Be it text, phone or in person, you have to interact too...
#3. Be a gentleman and a guy. (OK, this is for Wildflower and I... Farmer is a gentleman and McGuyver, so I don't worry about him). Call (or text) first. Open doors. Plan the date. Be a guy, for the love of Pete!! I swear that my generation of men have gotten way to used to women pursuing them, and doing it all for them. I'm not going to do it. And neither will those women who have any sense of self-worth...
#4. Don't talk about sex right out of the gate. If there's any type of chemistry, then there is plenty of time to have that conversation down the road...
#5. A good night kiss (if there was chemistry) is appropriate. No more, no less...

*sigh*

I am not really looking forward to getting back out there. But I suppose I have to take the plunge sooner or later...

But I'm thinking later. Much later...

Curves are a good thing...

Someone posted this on their facebook this morning and it really struck home with me...

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

French Model Tara Lynn

 The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

Tara Lynn is gorgeous. I mean really gorgeous. And she is one size bigger than I am. Kudos to her for embracing her curves and making an amazing career. I would do well to remember that I also, even as big as I am now, am gorgeous.

It's time to embrace this body, just as it is now, and love me for who I am...

39's not so bad...

In fact, it feels a lot like 38. Only a year older.

I had a good birthday. Saturday (which was not my birthday) was rough for some reason. I was emotional and pensive and moody. Basically I was having a pity party of 1. I blame it on hormones...

And I was supposed to meet up with a guy for some live music but that got interrupted by a friend coming into town at the last moment. Good thing or bad thing? That remains to be seen...

Yesterday (which was my birthday), I went for a ride on Storm with Mags and had a good time. Storm was also hormonal and didn't feel like it, but I didn't give her a choice. She bitched and moaned and then decided the best way to get it over with was to just go, already. After that, I met up with an old friend that I haven't seen since I moved back. It was just like old times. We ate, drank and were merry. Probably too merry for her hubby, but he watched football and just tuned us out.

So, it was a good day and a mostly decent weekend. Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I'm sure it's going to be a good year...