Monthly Archives: May 2015

crappy weather


The weather is going to be really crappy over the weekend so I’m not going to Oklahoma.  I’ll just go visit Mr GB.  Maybe we can get Mr 22 to show up.


Road trip!!


Instead of meeting him in a hotel somewhere I’m going to drive to his house tomorrow after work.  You know when they say “come on over, baby” they’re not married!

I can’t wait to get my hands on him!!

fake out


I faked out the dating web site’s computer and got my phone number to a man that had sent me messages thru the website but wasn’t a paid member.  When you’re not a member you can only see subject lines.  I can say a whole lot on one line!!  So, i paid for one month and sent my phone number to him as words.

I *really* have my fingers crossed this happens.

The Existential Questions


I ask myself “what if” questions sometimes.

A new meeting is coming soon.  I’m on a dating website in addition to having the craigslist ad.  Friday I got a message that someone had viewed my profile, one that said he put me on his favorites list AND notification that he sent me an email message.  I looked at his profile of course and my girl parts said “oh hell yeah.”  Of course I would be flat broke and can’t talk to him until monday at 5 at the earliest and if I don’t get my damn bonus check it might not be until wednesday after 5.

He lives some distance away soooooo, I have to ask myself “if he’s the one, what then?”  Am I willing to give up this life?  This life is Andy and Randy and a fairly secure job and a decent apartment I can afford.  This life is also solace.  And a little bit of revenge too.

Or if he’s “the one” do I give it all up and move.  The “one” will have to be a pretty amazing man to get past the “Andy Obstacle.”  He made a major impact on what kind of man I’m truly looking for.  I will know him when I meet him.

It actually kind of amazes me that I’m still asking myself these questions at 58.

gettin’ hot


This one is about me for a change.  I live in an old school building.  It has three floors.  Since it was a school, there are large staircases on each end of the building. The bottom flight has 8 steps.  The next 3 flights have 12 steps.  Right now I’m doing two stair laps in the mornings.  There’s also a sidewalk that goes all the way around the outside of the building.  I did 4 sets of 3 laps each tonight.

When I did stair laps last fall I lost 13 pounds.  By the end of tax season I had gained 4 back.  I’ve lost 2 of those pounds so far.  My goal is to lose another 10 by the end of summer.

I’m thinking, if I’m going to date younger men, I need to be in better shape.  None of them have complained so far mind you, but it will make me feel even better and it should improve the things I can do.

Karma’s a Bitch…

(I wrote this as an email to somebody.  I edited it a little.  I didn’t want to lose it though so I posted it here.)
    Just ask Bill.  It cracks me up now although at the time I was seriously pissed.
    We had moved to Oklahoma in August of 2008.  He had been there for a couple of months by himself and apparently got addicted to internet porn and was on several dating sites.  So around March of 2009 I was on my way over to Liberal to get groceries when he called me on the cell phone and wanted to know if we had a mouse that worked with the laptop.  I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about so I said I’d fix it when I got home.  By the time I got home he had already left for work.  I got everything put away and then sat down to take a look at the laptop.  When I opened it, it said it was locked.  It had never been locked before.  So I closed it and went to my sewing room and my computer.  Eventually my brain kicked in and told me that I was the one that set up his email and I knew the password.  Sooo, I logged into his email and his inbox was totally empty.  So I looked in the trash.  It was all there.  There were a couple of weeks worth of chats and emails with a … well for now I’ll say woman.  Anyway, so I read thru a lot of it and it was soooooooooo 3rd grade and stupid that it was just laughable.  I think the part that pissed me off the most was he was planning on sending “her” money and they were going to meet at my oldest son’s in Colorado.  (I know Son 1, he wouldn’t have had any part of it)  Anyway, I called him at work and told him we had a problem and he needed to get his ass home.  Over the course of the next two or three days he told me that her “brother” would call him on the cell phone to tell him when to go chat on the laptop because in their “culture” women weren’t allowed to talk to me on the phone.  Yeah, he was chatting with a man the whole time.  Karma 1, Bill 0.
   I think the moral of this part is, empty the trash too.  LOL
    Then a couple of months or so later I had a friend in Guymon that was going to go file for a divorce and was going to a lawyer in Liberal and she wanted me to go with her.  It was on a Friday afternoon and we had gotten one of those car dealership things in the mail that has the key to come in and see if you win the vehicle.  Bill was going to go to Garden and see one of his friends so he decided he would stop and see if he won the vehicle.  He traded his truck for a $17K giant ass Ford truck.  He didn’t have a clue if we could make the payment or insurance or afford for him to drive it to work.  That made me even madder than the “girlfriend” did.  He’s seriously lucky I didn’t bash him in the back of the head with a shovel and shove his ass off into the septic tank.  But they pump those things every so often, so he lived.  Then we moved to Greeley Colorado (July 4th, 2010) and on the way we got trapped in the hail storm on I-70 just past Limon.  It did $6K damage to that truck and we just fixed the lights and put the rest on the loan so that brought how much we owed way down on it.  We were only in Greeley a total of 9 months and moved back to Liberal.  Since the drive for him to go to work was now 40 miles we couldn’t afford for him to drive the truck so he was driving MY car!!!  So I made him go trade it off and since he was feeling contrite when we traded it off he put my name on the title to the car. (2008 Pontiac G6)  It wasn’t on the title of the truck because I wasn’t there when he bought it.  In Kansas you can put two names on a title as and/or and only one person has to sign then to sell it.  He ended up living in the car here in Garden last winter. (Sept ’13 to May ’14)  I was putting gas in it so he could run the heater at night but after it warmed up some I quit paying for the gas.  He couldn’t put gas in it of course so it ended up parked.  I got this letter in the mail from Seaboard Foods that said he had a $187 uncashed check and if would sign the letter and get it notarized they would send it to him.  I called the guy he was staying with and told him if Bill brought the car back I would give him the letter.  It took him a week and a half to get the junk out of the car and bring it back.  The car was so nasty and disgusting I had to have it detailed before I could sell it but I got to sell it without his signature.  Karma 2, Bill 0.
     As far as I know he’s still staying with that guy in a motor home in a camper park and still not working.  The last time I saw him was on October 26th and I just saw him standing outside of the convenience store he hangs out at as I was driving past with Andy.  I think it’s also sort of fitting that the last time I saw him was on that day.  Karma 3, Bill 0. (It’s been over 6 months now since I’ve seen him at all.)
Sorry about the lack of spacing.  It wouldn’t let me add them since I copy/pasted.



So, I was outside last night having my evening smoke and Mr Upstairs comes out with his dog and starts complaining about all the neighbors but most especially the one that lives next to him.  He said they’ve woken him up in the middle of the night “hammering.”  He told me they woke him up late at night several times.

I saw the upstairs neighbor tonight and told him about it.  He said he hasn’t done any hammering.  <cackle>  I told him that I have had a few “enthusiastic guests” and it’s my headboard banging on the window sills.  I’ll have to figure out a way to pad it or move it farther from the windows.