For the record, my super power:
You Can Talk to Animals!
What's Your Magic Power?
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Quizilla
Thanks to Barb's blog, I have a new favorite website. Go check out Quizilla. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
For the record, my super power:
You Can Talk to Animals!
What's Your Magic Power?
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For the record, my super power:
You Can Talk to Animals!
What's Your Magic Power?
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Monday, October 25, 2004
I'm going to be divorced soon!!
Finally heard back from FW's lawyer today - turns out she had been in South Africa. Cool, but no more vacations until I am divorced. She had finally reached FW about his last "offer" which neither of us could understand.
He has offered to take the entire 2003 tax liability (accepted) and will agree to cover me on his health insurance through the end of 2005, if I pay him the premiums (illegal, after we are legally divorced; plus, I again have my own health insurance - told her that he could cancel me as of 10/1/04). I told her that if he kicked in $400, cash, payable upon my receipt of the divorce papers, we would be all good. Yay!!!!
In order not to jinx things, I am not going to start calling on apartments until I have a final answer from the lawyer....but I have been looking around the abode to see what can go into storage.....
He has offered to take the entire 2003 tax liability (accepted) and will agree to cover me on his health insurance through the end of 2005, if I pay him the premiums (illegal, after we are legally divorced; plus, I again have my own health insurance - told her that he could cancel me as of 10/1/04). I told her that if he kicked in $400, cash, payable upon my receipt of the divorce papers, we would be all good. Yay!!!!
In order not to jinx things, I am not going to start calling on apartments until I have a final answer from the lawyer....but I have been looking around the abode to see what can go into storage.....
I attract freaks
I was online the other night (shocking, I know) and got a IM from this guy at American Singles, where I have been a member for a couple of months (that's where I met Andy, BTW). I only wish I had saved the conversation....
First of all, I have to mention the terrible grammar. That just drives me nuts. If you only speak one language, as many Americans do, you should at least know the basis rules of speech. But, I digress. He indicated that he had emailed me numerous times before (I never received anything) and that he had fallen in love with me the first time he saw my profile. Ok....Whatever, but he kept repeating it, over and over, until I finally asked if he was drunk (he said no, but I'm not sure...). Oh, and I'm so beautiful. He kept asking me to call him, so out of morbid curiosity, I did (and, damn it, forgot to block my number...). Rambling is not quite the word. In a nutshell, he promised to love me like I'd never been loved before, will share his house with me, reiterated that I'm beautiful and he loves me, and asked if I wanted to be single forever, or have someone who will love me like he will love me (uh, can I just jump off a bridge?).
I finally ended up hanging up on him. But, in the morning, discovered that he had called at 3:17 a.m. And again Sunday morning. And again in the afternoon. And again at 1:20 this morning. I am a little foggy on the details, as I was awakened from a dead sleep, but I believe I told him to fuck off. And followed that up with an email indicating that if he EVER contacted me again, I was calling the cops.
I hate to say it, but FW looks almost normal next to the weirdos I've met lately....
First of all, I have to mention the terrible grammar. That just drives me nuts. If you only speak one language, as many Americans do, you should at least know the basis rules of speech. But, I digress. He indicated that he had emailed me numerous times before (I never received anything) and that he had fallen in love with me the first time he saw my profile. Ok....Whatever, but he kept repeating it, over and over, until I finally asked if he was drunk (he said no, but I'm not sure...). Oh, and I'm so beautiful. He kept asking me to call him, so out of morbid curiosity, I did (and, damn it, forgot to block my number...). Rambling is not quite the word. In a nutshell, he promised to love me like I'd never been loved before, will share his house with me, reiterated that I'm beautiful and he loves me, and asked if I wanted to be single forever, or have someone who will love me like he will love me (uh, can I just jump off a bridge?).
I finally ended up hanging up on him. But, in the morning, discovered that he had called at 3:17 a.m. And again Sunday morning. And again in the afternoon. And again at 1:20 this morning. I am a little foggy on the details, as I was awakened from a dead sleep, but I believe I told him to fuck off. And followed that up with an email indicating that if he EVER contacted me again, I was calling the cops.
I hate to say it, but FW looks almost normal next to the weirdos I've met lately....
Weekend happenings
Weekend fairly uneventful. Went to Kieran's on Friday night with Sarah, and checked out the Tim Malloys for a bit. They weren't as good as usual, mostly because they had a different singer. I'm sure he was fine, but not what I'm used to. Oh, well - we are all getting together for a Girls' Night this Friday, to eat, drink, be merry, and see the regular groping of musicians.
Had an encounter with the One Armed Boy, which made me ponder what I want, and who I have in my life, and how grateful I am for those people. Not that the encounter was bad, or anything - it just made me think about where I am in my life, and where I want to be. And with random strangers isn't it.
On that note, Andy and I were not able to see each other this weekend, but things are looking semi-promising for next (although, due to recent history, I am not holding my breath). However, I am becoming more and more sure that I want to spend more time with this guy. Wrote him an email Saturday night about how I value his friendship, and feel lucky to have him as a part of my life. Interestingly enough, I have heard from him since then - both by email and phone - but have not gotten a response to that particular one. Hmmm. Don't know what to make of that.
However, he had made a comment about giving me something to think about on the cold, lonely nights away from home (I start traveling a lot for work next week - don't be expecting lots of communication from me in the month of November!). As I have recently been hornier than a toad has any right to be, I replied that it was not a nice thing to tease about something that was not quickly forthcoming. He agreed that it was not nice, but indicated that the desire was there, he just had to work on the timing. Now, as much as I am in favor of that happening, I am not sure that he is ready for it (darn it!) and I am not going to proceed with it until he is. This - whatever it is - is too important to me to want to rush into the whole sexual thing. Damn it, I hate being a responsible adult.
Sunday, went to Black River Falls to meet Carla. She picked the spot because it was about halfway between her (Milwaukee) and me (Minneapolis). Despite the excellent breakfast that we had at the local truckstop, I think that we have exhausted the sites of that town. We ended up by the McDonald's, which had a lovely picnic bench, and sat there for hours. And, it must be admitted, rolled around in the grass for a bit. Hey, how often do you get to do that at the end of October???
Carla and I had a really good discussion about justice - she is working on a wrongful termination situation with her former employer, and I of course have the whole divorce thing. As a former crime victim advocate, she has given a lot of thought to the concept of justice, and has defined it as "what you need to move on" from the situation. And, after some pretty significant thought on the way home, I have to agree with her. In that vein, I have decided that my "justice" for FW is for the divorce to be final. I am never going to get any satisfaction out of him, in terms of what I lost to be married to him, but this continuing process has allowed him to maintain power over me, and by finalizing, that power is gone. And that is what I need - I need for the paperwork to be final, for me to get my name back, and to be able to move out of this apartment that I hate so much. After that, I just have to let karma get the bastard.
Had an encounter with the One Armed Boy, which made me ponder what I want, and who I have in my life, and how grateful I am for those people. Not that the encounter was bad, or anything - it just made me think about where I am in my life, and where I want to be. And with random strangers isn't it.
On that note, Andy and I were not able to see each other this weekend, but things are looking semi-promising for next (although, due to recent history, I am not holding my breath). However, I am becoming more and more sure that I want to spend more time with this guy. Wrote him an email Saturday night about how I value his friendship, and feel lucky to have him as a part of my life. Interestingly enough, I have heard from him since then - both by email and phone - but have not gotten a response to that particular one. Hmmm. Don't know what to make of that.
However, he had made a comment about giving me something to think about on the cold, lonely nights away from home (I start traveling a lot for work next week - don't be expecting lots of communication from me in the month of November!). As I have recently been hornier than a toad has any right to be, I replied that it was not a nice thing to tease about something that was not quickly forthcoming. He agreed that it was not nice, but indicated that the desire was there, he just had to work on the timing. Now, as much as I am in favor of that happening, I am not sure that he is ready for it (darn it!) and I am not going to proceed with it until he is. This - whatever it is - is too important to me to want to rush into the whole sexual thing. Damn it, I hate being a responsible adult.
Sunday, went to Black River Falls to meet Carla. She picked the spot because it was about halfway between her (Milwaukee) and me (Minneapolis). Despite the excellent breakfast that we had at the local truckstop, I think that we have exhausted the sites of that town. We ended up by the McDonald's, which had a lovely picnic bench, and sat there for hours. And, it must be admitted, rolled around in the grass for a bit. Hey, how often do you get to do that at the end of October???
Carla and I had a really good discussion about justice - she is working on a wrongful termination situation with her former employer, and I of course have the whole divorce thing. As a former crime victim advocate, she has given a lot of thought to the concept of justice, and has defined it as "what you need to move on" from the situation. And, after some pretty significant thought on the way home, I have to agree with her. In that vein, I have decided that my "justice" for FW is for the divorce to be final. I am never going to get any satisfaction out of him, in terms of what I lost to be married to him, but this continuing process has allowed him to maintain power over me, and by finalizing, that power is gone. And that is what I need - I need for the paperwork to be final, for me to get my name back, and to be able to move out of this apartment that I hate so much. After that, I just have to let karma get the bastard.
Friday, October 22, 2004
The One Armed Man....
...wanted only one thing from me....
So, this guy on Match.com (check out my cute self: screen name hippity_hoppie) winked at me a few days ago, and we were emailing back and forth for a couple of days. He mentioned in his profile, and in his emails to me, that he was born with only one arm, and wanted to make sure that I was fine with that (why woudn't I be?) His emails were funny, and although I was concerned about a couple of things (lives with parents at the age of 30, for example....but at least it's due to student status, and not having ever moved out), so we hooked up on Yahoo! messeger last night.
Things started very, very slow...he was watching the baseball game and not terribly engaged. But he started getting a little...spicy, and asked if I had ever had a "friend with benefits." I replied that I had, and he asked if I wanted another one. Well, I'm not terribly sure about that, and said so (looking more for a long term thing right now...). He kept asking to come up to my abode last night (bear in mind, he lives an hour and a half away, and we started talking at about 9:30...on a school night. I know I'm getting older when I thought that was too late), and to pursuade me, he sent a picture of, well, you know. If he was trying to impress me, he failed. As did his proclamation that he had once gone for 50 (!) minutes (whatEVER). And we are not even going to go into his lackluster descriptions of what he wanted to do to me.
All in all, pretty happy that I didn't take him up on his "offer."
Although, in dating snafu news, I seem to have a date tomorrow with someone that I don't really want to....when I said yes, I thought it was someone else. Damn the combination of bad memory and instant messanger which does not use real names!! Trying to find a way to get out of that one....Sarah suggested telling him that my husband and I are getting back together. That one might work....
So, this guy on Match.com (check out my cute self: screen name hippity_hoppie) winked at me a few days ago, and we were emailing back and forth for a couple of days. He mentioned in his profile, and in his emails to me, that he was born with only one arm, and wanted to make sure that I was fine with that (why woudn't I be?) His emails were funny, and although I was concerned about a couple of things (lives with parents at the age of 30, for example....but at least it's due to student status, and not having ever moved out), so we hooked up on Yahoo! messeger last night.
Things started very, very slow...he was watching the baseball game and not terribly engaged. But he started getting a little...spicy, and asked if I had ever had a "friend with benefits." I replied that I had, and he asked if I wanted another one. Well, I'm not terribly sure about that, and said so (looking more for a long term thing right now...). He kept asking to come up to my abode last night (bear in mind, he lives an hour and a half away, and we started talking at about 9:30...on a school night. I know I'm getting older when I thought that was too late), and to pursuade me, he sent a picture of, well, you know. If he was trying to impress me, he failed. As did his proclamation that he had once gone for 50 (!) minutes (whatEVER). And we are not even going to go into his lackluster descriptions of what he wanted to do to me.
All in all, pretty happy that I didn't take him up on his "offer."
Although, in dating snafu news, I seem to have a date tomorrow with someone that I don't really want to....when I said yes, I thought it was someone else. Damn the combination of bad memory and instant messanger which does not use real names!! Trying to find a way to get out of that one....Sarah suggested telling him that my husband and I are getting back together. That one might work....
Key Questions (From the BBC)
Got this from Sarah, answered (below) and sent it on....
First Job?
Gert girl at Byerley’s - worked at the yogurt and ice cream counter. When Don still owned Byerley’s. Good god, I’m old.
Worst Job?
HR manager of the Cottage Grove Menard’s. I lasted a day.
Your favorite piece of clothing?
My big fuzzy gray sweat pants. Not sexy, but comfortable.
If your house was on fire, what three things would you save?
I am assuming that my animals are not things? Purse, planner, and dining room set (has all the family heirlooms and pictures in the cupboards).
Your epitaph?
I want to sleep awhile, awhile,
a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died.
-Federico Garcia Lora
Title of your autobiography?
Red-Headed Stepchild
Love or money?
Love. Duh.
Flared or straight?
Flared. Cause Sarah says so.
7-Up or Sprite?
I’d rather a Coke, but if forced, 7-Up.
High heels or flat shoes?
I have recently converted to heels. Amazon stature be damned!
Man Utd or Arsenal?
Man Utd, just because John will kick my arse otherwise.
Who do you share your birthday with?
William Wordsworth. Oh, and Russell Crowe! Mmmm….
Your favourite track?
Addy’s Tattoo by Megan Slankard. Subject to change without notice.
Your best blag?
I got a pretty sweet bag from some cosmetic company at a Chicago department store last fall….
Your ambition?
To be the very best Di I can possibly be.
Summer or winter?
Spring or fall.
Custard or ice cream?
Oh….shouldn’t have read this question before lunch…custard sounds good, because it’s so darn cold out.
Will or Gareth?
Who?
Early or late?
Late. I hate the morning!
What would you do if you were invisible?
Listen in and see what people really think of me.
Drug of choice?
I guess I’d have to go with caffeine. Although I am quite a fan of alcohol as well…
Biggest secret?
Well, it wouldn’t be a secret, then, would it?
Dogs or cats?
Meow.
Kylie or J.Lo?
Certainly not.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
No man has ever gone through what you are about to go through. (My mother, on picking a gynecologist).
How would you change the world?
One voter at a time.
Favourite football team?
Yeah. The one with the cute guys. And the ball. That one.
First Job?
Gert girl at Byerley’s - worked at the yogurt and ice cream counter. When Don still owned Byerley’s. Good god, I’m old.
Worst Job?
HR manager of the Cottage Grove Menard’s. I lasted a day.
Your favorite piece of clothing?
My big fuzzy gray sweat pants. Not sexy, but comfortable.
If your house was on fire, what three things would you save?
I am assuming that my animals are not things? Purse, planner, and dining room set (has all the family heirlooms and pictures in the cupboards).
Your epitaph?
I want to sleep awhile, awhile,
a minute, a century;
but all must know that I have not died.
-Federico Garcia Lora
Title of your autobiography?
Red-Headed Stepchild
Love or money?
Love. Duh.
Flared or straight?
Flared. Cause Sarah says so.
7-Up or Sprite?
I’d rather a Coke, but if forced, 7-Up.
High heels or flat shoes?
I have recently converted to heels. Amazon stature be damned!
Man Utd or Arsenal?
Man Utd, just because John will kick my arse otherwise.
Who do you share your birthday with?
William Wordsworth. Oh, and Russell Crowe! Mmmm….
Your favourite track?
Addy’s Tattoo by Megan Slankard. Subject to change without notice.
Your best blag?
I got a pretty sweet bag from some cosmetic company at a Chicago department store last fall….
Your ambition?
To be the very best Di I can possibly be.
Summer or winter?
Spring or fall.
Custard or ice cream?
Oh….shouldn’t have read this question before lunch…custard sounds good, because it’s so darn cold out.
Will or Gareth?
Who?
Early or late?
Late. I hate the morning!
What would you do if you were invisible?
Listen in and see what people really think of me.
Drug of choice?
I guess I’d have to go with caffeine. Although I am quite a fan of alcohol as well…
Biggest secret?
Well, it wouldn’t be a secret, then, would it?
Dogs or cats?
Meow.
Kylie or J.Lo?
Certainly not.
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
No man has ever gone through what you are about to go through. (My mother, on picking a gynecologist).
How would you change the world?
One voter at a time.
Favourite football team?
Yeah. The one with the cute guys. And the ball. That one.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Oh! It's Di's first blog!
Ok, that's not exactly true. I had another blog, but it kind of sucked. So, here we go. As with many of my recent endeavors, it's all Sarah's fault. She's a bad influence.
So, I have kind of always wanted to have a journal, but always felt both stilted and as if I needed to start from the very begining. So, I am not going to do that this time. I am going to act as if this is the update email that I periodically send out, and as if everyone knows exactly what I am talking about. So there. :)
So, I have kind of always wanted to have a journal, but always felt both stilted and as if I needed to start from the very begining. So, I am not going to do that this time. I am going to act as if this is the update email that I periodically send out, and as if everyone knows exactly what I am talking about. So there. :)
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