Funny the new Black

Whenever something is suddenly the trend, it gets shoved into the sentence "...is the new Black"
Funny seems to be the "it"  right now.  I saw this morning on the internet that the 100 Hottest Women of all times was the topic de jour.
Jennifer Aniston was given the top spot lending that funny is sexier right now then being straight up hot.

I guess this means there is still hope for me yet.  Funny is where I fall in the scope of things with aspirations of some day being cute.

Okay so I'm way less Aniston funny and way more Addams Family funny but you have to work with what you've got.

Dirty Laundry 10

"Seems you have a stalker. You think it's anything to worry about?"   Nura's husband Earnan said when I was on a chat with Nura the other night.  He had come to the webcam for a moment to hand her a cup of coffee and looking over her shoulder started to point at the computer. "I was reading some of your stuff earlier when Nura went to the bathroom, she had your blog up."

Me-:"Oh it's just the Musician.  Though I have no idea why he's so interested in everything I have to say when he could just email or something."

Earnan-: "Speaking of music.  I think, and call me crazy, but I think ...."

Both myself and Nura screamed that he was crazy, almost at the same time.

Earnan-: "Ignoring that.  I think your boys are waiting for some sort of positive on their side project."

Nura-: "Okay hon thanks for the coffee go away now."

Me-:"Did you read the company blog a year and a half ago?"

Earnan-: "That was like you said a year and a half ago. Check the guy out."

Nura-: "Hon just please.  Take the dogs for a walk. Love you."

Me-: "Earnan is wrong about this ... isn't he? I mean really now, you read the post year and a half ago that The Celebrity wrote about the side project.  Like a f**king neon sign that said no me allowed."

Nura-: "I can't tell you.  Just don't understand myself why you still feel that way about it. Haaaayyyyy! A year and a half ago?  Wasn't that about the same time you stopped writing? Oh my god! Why didn't I connect that before?" {she slapped her hand to her forehead}  "Darling, you've got to deal with this if you want to get back to writing."

Me-: "Honestly, I'm not sure right now I should be back to writing.  Not sure about anything anymore."

You've got male Dec 2011

"He's kinda cute."    The sentence came from the lips of the Nanny who was babysitting across the hall when I opened the door for my pizza last night.   She was referring to the pizza guy.   The Nanny was coming into the building with a stack of take-away herself, herding the 10 year old into the apartment. 

I grunted. 
The guy had long hair and looked like he hadn't eaten anything himself in years. 

This morning when I opened my emails, there was a message from one of the long forgotten dating sites that I had joined a few years back and forgotten to remove/hide my profile from {I'm going to give up on trying to remove myself as the messages still get through even when I've gone off the searches} saying that Random Man #1009 wanted to meet me.
My mistake was bothering to look to see who.   It was the greasy haired starved pizza guy. 

That was my mistake because logging in showed me being online.  About an hour ago, I got another one of those messages saying Random Man #1010 wanted to meet me.   This one let me view him without having to log back in, just hit the line and his profile came up. {hence the whole issue with profiles being used even if you "delete" yourself. They never really delete and they can be used to advertise the sites}
This one, looked like a bad copy of Triple H.  Once again long greasy hair and muscles on top of muscles that made me wonder if he could scratch his own ass?

At lest the pizza was tasty.

I still don't know how she does...it?

I'm reading the book version of  I Don't Know How She Does It  and I'm seeing a similar pattern to the way Bridget Jones's Diary was written.  I was a bit disappointed when I saw the film few months ago, but I had bought the book the same day. 
And now finally have gotten around to actually reading it. 

I'm more then half way through and keep getting drawn back to the element of the lead's sort of affair with her overseas business partner.  It's almost all done by emails. 

The irony of that is not a bit lost on me.

The book has so far, got me wondering... when do you play it safe and when do you decide to take the big risk?   In other words, when should you follow your head and when should you follow your heart?
{I think that might have even been one of the weekly questions on Sex and the City at one point too?}

It's the thought that counts part 2

During a short chat with Nura recently, a question was put out there to me about the men in my life.  So to speak.
She asked me if I'd ever given it any thought to the fact that if I've written an ideal man in the past and had him appear in my life, that maybe I'm the product of someone's ideal?
The jaded side of me that has had my heartbroken more times then I can count was starting to brush the idea off with a sarcastic down putting comment; while the romantic and Wiccan side of me was beaming. 

To be honest, I've never let myself think about something like that before.  Now I can't stop thinking about it and wondering.

Love, desire, physical attraction, personality attraction; it's all a cosmic connection that pulls us to certain people without us knowing why.  Unless of course you are like me and have a need to ask these questions.

I'm sure he's out there somewhere, reading this right now having a cup of tea. My Mr. Scratchy. Keep safe wherever you are tonight.

Steam up your windows Part Nine

He stood in the bathroom, his back against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest.  He noticed for the first time that there was a small crack in the third tile of the shower on the far side. He'd have to remember to go to the hardware store. Caleb couldn't hide in the toilet all night even though he was mad as hell at Estelle right now, he knew she'd seen him come in the apartment and would be knocking on the door before long. 


Turning to face his reflection in the mirror he took a deep breath and waited.  The dark haired man felt a pang of sick heat.  At first he thought it was just the beer he'd had but only it wasn't really coming from his stomach as much as it was his chest. His right hand went straight to the area landing flat.  Heartburn, only not the food related kind.  
God, he hated sometimes the fact he loved her.  Splashing cold water on his face Caleb took one more look at himself in the mirror.  He looked tired, down right exhausted.  Opening the bathroom door he shuffled into the bedroom. 


Estelle was sitting on the right side of the bed dressed in her black yoga pants and a grey tee shirt of her favourite sports hero, reading a book. Caleb's eyes darted back and forth as he willed himself to stay calm to not run across the length of the room and grab her; to not kiss her.  
What he did do was shuffle his way to the end of the bed and just flop down on it face first on the left side.  


"How long you been here?"  he hoped he sounded normal. 


"Twenty minutes. Would have waited another ten before calling you or leaving. You went out." The redhead put down her book on the bed her hand going instinctively to his hair.  She loved playing with the short dark spikes and Caleb loved the way her fingertips felt.  Though he'd never admit that in a million years. 


Pulling himself up on his arms, he repositioned himself so that he was laying on the pillow rolling over on his side facing her. Picking up her book he scanned the cover of it wanting to know what she was reading this week.  Some biography about a chef.  He grunted as he leaned over her placing the book carefully on the floor then kissed her. 

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Part 10 soon

When frenemies are all you have

Ever watch a movie and end up getting a light bulb moment?
Well, for me it's one of those days.  Few months ago, I was in line at the store and picked up the movie Something Borrowed.  It was the release day for it and a total spur of the moment purchase.  I've barely watched it once the day of with mother. 
Today, while looking for something else completely in my mess of DVDs,  I came across it and decided to watch it.  Now I'm the type of person that likes all the extra stuff on DVDs.  As I was watching the deleted scenes, I thought right off about some of the "best friends"  I've had over the years who were like more like frenemies.

In the movie, Rachel is in love with Dex, her best friend from law school who is now engaged to her best friend Darcy whom she's known her whole life. After a drunken one night stand between Dex and Rachel, truths and jealousy blurs the lines in the lives of everyone. As the story unfolds you learn that Darcy is the classic frenemy.
There is a scene in the film where Rachel admits that she's been unable to gauge when a man is interested in her because of something that Darcy had done when they were 12.

This got me thinking about a few incidents that happened to me over the years with my "friends" and their involvement in my relationships.  There have been too many incidents to list {from one "friend" in high school who told everyone my 12th grade boyfriend was an actor she'd hired to pretend was my boyfriend, to a former friend who found a way to insult my every move.} Like many out there, I took the advice of my friends at the time and now I have to wonder if they were giving me advice because they thought they were helping or if they were just under minding me for their own reasons?

This is also the reason I no longer desire female friends. 

What is it about us as a society that some people feel the need to undermine the happiness of others in such a way as to steal boyfriends/jobs or to keep braking down the spirit of someone they say is their friend?

And why does it seem to happen more to women then men?  Or at lest, if it's happening on a regular basis with men they don't seem to be talking about it.