My granddaughter was here over the holiday weekend. She stopped in the office on friday on her way to my mother’s house. Granddaughter said she was going for the Christmas thing and she said the reason my mother gave for not calling and inviting me is they weren’t having turkey so she knew I wouldn’t come.
Ummmmm, no. In all the years I’ve cooked Christmas dinner I’ve never made a turkey dinner. For years and years we had a snack spread so I didn’t have to spend the holiday in the kitchen. It was all made ahead and just put out on fancy plates and in the crockpot and slo-cooker. We had two cheeseballs with a variety of cracker and celery sticks, meatballs, hot wings, lil smokies, deviled eggs, a couple of dips, olives and pickles, pies and lots of snack stuff like fudge and Chex mix. Not once in over 40 years of Christmas dinner have I ever once made turkey. And not only have I never made turkey for Christmas, my mother has been at my house for numerous Christmases and knows damn good and well we don’t have fucking turkey!!
She just doesn’t want to tell people she pissed me off and then wrote a nasty letter and now I won’t apologize.
I don’t think I’ve ever told about this incident when I was staying at my mother’s in 2013. This was just stupid.
She totally worships The Pioneer Woman and really wanted to make these cookies that were made with refrigerator peanut butter cookie dough and Reese’s popables. The little unwrapped ones in the bag. She insisted that the Reese’s were a specialty product and not available where she lives. I told her she would be a lot less likely to find the cookie dough than the candy.
So, sometime later we were in Wal-Mart in the candy aisle. I looked up on the top shelf and what do ya know? Reese’s popables. All I said was “oh look” and pointed at the the top shelf and it pissed her right off. Still makes me giggle when I think about it.
One of the other things that really pissed her off, was when I told her that the English guy she emailed was right when he told her what she called “bbq” and “chili” weren’t bbq or chili. Made her mad as hell when I told her meat cooked in a crockpot with bbq sauce is not in fact bbq. Then we had a discussion about chili. What she makes is a chili soup, with beans and tomatoes. What the English guy was talking about is meat cooked with a whole lot of chilies. Texas Red. What my mother makes is not that.
I think it pisses her off even more that I could actually be right. Or even worse, that I actually know more than she does.
Let’s just say I’m 60 and I’ve known a whole lot of different people in those years and she is by far one of the most clueless people I’ve ever known.
So Mr Pepsi man was in the office thursday. We were talking about the difference in calories and grams of sugar in Peach tea and Pepsi. I was sitting in my chair and he was standing in the doorway of my cubical. I handed him the empty tea bottle and then I picked up the Pepsi bottle to show him and instead of taking it out of my hand he reached around and put his hand on mine. Then when he let go he ran his fingers across the back of my hand.
He’s getting a lot bolder with his flirting.
I have a really hard time carrying on a conversation with him. All I can think about is kissing him. <sigh>
Ya know, I said the last place I’d ever meet a man is at my place of work.
Well… I think I was wrong.
Recently, well the last 6 months or so the Pepsi man has started flirting with me. Time before last when he was there I was standing up at the front desk and he walked up and stood very close behind me. I think we both felt it. He really shouldn’t breathe on the back of my neck like that!!
Then friday when he was there he came in right before lunch and loaded the machine and he was back in the back office talking to the supervisor. By the time I got clocked out and to the front door he was right behind the other girl that goes to lunch at the same time and he walked out with me.
Everybody in the office is aware that he is flirting with me. Well most everybody anyway. The woman that’s my best friend in the office (and out) said he barely even says hello to her and he walks right past her desk and he talks to the supervisor but he flirts with me. One of the other girls that goes out on break at the same time as I do said something about they have actually discussed the way he flirts with me!! LOL
Hopefully before too much longer he’ll get brave enough to ask me out.
I got a friend request on facebook from the guy I was dating when I met SfB. So I friended him. Then last night I ran and got some take out and when I drove into the parking lot the guy that lived with one of the ladies downstairs hollered at me and said “hey, I think you know my room mate!” And then said his name!!!
How weird is that?
Because of what has happened with my oldest son, I’ve had to speak to my mother. 4 times. The last time is the last time I’m going to speak to her. She actually had the nerve to call me and ask if I had SfB address or phone number!!!
The conversation went like this,
her, I have a piece of mail for Bill I’d really like to get to him. Do you have his address or phone number?
her, do you know anybody that would?
her, well, I’d really like to get it to him
me, draw a line thru the address and write not at this address and put it back in the mail and let them deal with it.
her, (whiny voice) well if he doesn’t have a forwarding address on file…
me interrupts with,That’s HIS problem!
her, (hateful voice) well okay then.
And she hung up on me!!! I about fell out of the chair!!
I know for a fact she didn’t have phone numbers or addresses for either of her ex-husbands after 4 years. Including my father. Why the fuck does she think I would have it??? And seriously, everybody that I know that was friends with SfB won’t have anything to do with him.
So I meet this guy. He tells me he’s the golf pro at an area golf course and he’s designed golf course in South Korea, blah, blah, blah. Tells me he’s really fit and he’s 5’8″. I’m 5’3″ and in 3 inch heels I was an inch taller than him. But without heels he’s taller than I am so I overlooked that. He was fairly good looking too.
We met at a local sports bar and had a couple of drinks and a light dinner and then we came to my apartment. We eventually moved to the bedroom.
So we’re having sex and he would almost get me to orgasm and then stop. After the 4th time he did that, I gave him a good squeeze and that was all he wrote. (do those kegels ladies!) And I cracked up laughing. It does tend to take men by surprise when I do that but most of them just really get into the slow fuck so they can enjoy it. This guy went off like a teenager. And I’m not talking about just a laugh, it was a full out dying laughing laugh.
A week or so later he started texting me again. Eventually he just kind of went away.