Not exactly inspiring poetry here...
They also suggested a guy with the screen name of BaconBoy.
May 2010 Archives
There is no way to not find humor in this.
These, friends, are the folks the online dating site thinks I should message.
Having coffee on what feels like an autumn morning. The Princess Hannah Shea is still sleeping. But that's not a surprise. The teenage thing alone is enough of an excuse, but she played paintball for about six hours yesterday.
And it's still early. I'm an early riser.
I've got about a month of catching up to do.
A couple of weeks ago I got a new work computer. It had been used by an employee who is no longer an employee, and after seeing what was on it, I sent it to be reimaged.
When I got it back I started the processes of moving stuff from old one to new one. Which was quite easy, all in all.
For months I've been shopping around for a new laptop for me. Last week I finally got one. So it too had to have a start-up once over. And since it's my personal laptop, the process including moving my iTunes library.
Not having done that before, I checked the obvious websites for how to do it, and finally came across a youtube video that made it simple. (Utilities. Utilities are awesome.)
So that's done now, and I've got several CDs lined up to add to it. I got my DMB Live Trax 17 last week, as well as a bonus CD with a T-shirt I ordered. Over three solid days of Dave Matthews on my iPod wasn't enough.
I did hear the rumors that there won't be a summer tour next year. I didn't panic. For lots of reasons. Not the least of which is that the man simply doesn't owe me any explanation for what he does or doesn't do.
In other news:
My Navajo name is now official. I am Lady Who Eats Vegetables.
I can't say enough good things about tall fescue. That sod I put in last fall stayed thick and green all winter, and now it looks like a golf course in my back yard.
If our neighborhood did such, I am sure I'd be in contention for Yard of the Month.
I'm definitely in contention for bad date of the month.
I met a guy online. Eventually we met at the bar of a nice restaurant. The entire date lasted 65 minutes.
I got there about 10 minutes early. I took a seat in the bar. Apart from the two bartenders, there was a dad and son seated, eating dinner, and watching the basketball playoffs.
When my date walked in, I glanced up from my Blackberry, quickly decided that wasn't him, and went back to my emails. He sat two barstools away from me, and knocked the empty one beside me into my legs when he sat down.
Five or so minutes later I noticed he kept looking at the door, so finally I asked him whether he was my date. He said yes. And added that he thought I might be his date but that he didn't want to embarrass himself if he was wrong.
On principle alone, I think karma would have forgiven me for simply saying no thank you and walking out.
Instead, I moved over one chair and we started talking.
Twenty minutes of excruciating verbal exchange later, he got up. I figured he was going to the restroom, but instead he turned and walked out of the bar area. Without a word.
As soon as he was gone, both bartenders and the dad seated two chairs away bombarded me with questions, and substantial doses of sympathy. Best spontaneous conversation with perfect strangers ever.
Fifteen minutes later, my date came back and sat down like nothing happened. I finished my food, paid the bill, and giggled myself all the way home. The 65 minutes included travel time.
I'm still working on the long version of the date story.
Coffee is gone. Time to get on with the day.
