Sibling Love?

One morning as I was getting ready for work, Pumpkin wanted to get into the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink. This is actually part of her normal morning routine. Do other cats have morning routines because I swear that this one has OCD.

Anyway, some excitement ensued that morning because I added a bag of cotton balls to the cabinet the night before. Sookie, hearing Pumpkin chewing on plastic, came in to investigate. This is what happens.



Don’t Text and Drive

Not just for the obvious reasons like you could get into a serious accident and kill yourself or someone else. This is another reason you might not have considered…

One normal weekday night, I am out getting a few chores done. I just had a great UJam session and I stopped off at Walgreens to pick up a few things for my trip to Hawaii when my phone alerted me to a text.

About a week prior, an old boyfriend got back in touch with me. Not Houdini. Another one. Yes, another one… Let’s call this one S. (As a side note, I have a history of old boyfriends coming back… Is this normal? Let’s discuss this another time because I really would like to know.)

But back to S. I guess he had been checking up on me via Facebook and decided that now, after four years, it was a good time to hit me up. S moved back to San Diego not too long after we stopped dating, but his company still has it’s headquarters here in the Valley. So you know, when he comes up for a business trip, maybe we could hang out? Right?

Well, the jury is still out on my decision, but I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed the flattery he sent my way. I mean, every girl needs a little bit of flattery every now and again.

So there I am in Walgreens and I get a text, but it wasn’t from S. It was from a male friend of mine. Let’s call him W. The message read:

“I can’t wait to see you so that I can eat with you… I mean eat you. I mean…”

Now if only you could have seen my reaction. I stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at the message, looked around, stared at it again, looked around, repeat this a few more times. While I was standing there in shock, this is the dialogue that went on in my head:

What the fuck? Whaaa? Wait. What? Ummm, this isn’t for me. Wait. No, this can’t be for me. Ummm, Universe? Is there something you are trying to tell me here? First Houdini, S and now W? I mean, I thought this guy was cute at one point, but…. No, this can’t be for me. What? This has GOT to me a mistake.

And then I started to laugh. The shoppers around me slowly walked away, afraid of the sweaty crazy lady laughing hysterically in the aspirin aisle, alone. Still in shock, I decided that I was going to ignore it and see if anything else popped up. And it did. A few seconds later I get:

W: “OMG, I am so sorry. OMG, I meant to send this to my girlfriend.”
Me: “Dude, I am on the floor in Walgreen’s laughing right now.”
W: “I can’t believe it. I’m so, so sorry.”
Me: “Still laughing. This is awesome.”
W: “OMG, please, please, I am so sorry. I promise I will never text while driving ever again.”

I must have laughed for a good hour and then I laughed even more when I spoke to him the next day. Especially after he related the story of how he told his girlfriend what happened. It’s a good thing for him we both have a great sense of humor because some girls would go nuts.

And rest assured, he is not going to live this down for a loooong time.

So moral of the story kids – not only should you not text and drive, do not sext and drive. Not only can it kill you, but it can also embarrass the hell out of you for a long time to come.

Ain't that the truth!

Ain’t that the truth!


An Open Letter To An Old Boyfriend

I have to admit I was very surprised to hear from you earlier this year. Eight years feels like a lifetime. So much has happened to me (and I’m sure to you) since you disappeared from my life. Some of it was bad, but most of it was good. Somewhere deep down, I knew that I would hear from you again so when I did, it meant the world to me. You said you wanted to talk more and I left the door open, so why did you disappear again?

It’s okay, really. I mean… it’s been eight years. I get it. I’m realistic. We don’t owe each other anything and maybe you didn’t intend to respond to me that day… but you did… And your silence afterwards left me confused. So I left you alone.

I’ve been doing a lot work on myself these past four years. I’m finally dealing with issues that needed to be dealt with and while I was out walking one day, I remembered that you were the one who encouraged me to seek out therapy all those years ago. I felt compelled to thank you. You responded so quickly even though I didn’t expect you to. You even shared something very personal with me, which I totally appreciated. I hope I conveyed that in the email. Again I left the door open, you have yet to walk through.

So I began to wonder, why would you do that to someone? Why would you share something so personal, tell me again that you want to talk more, and then do nothing?

Did you somehow see my previous post where I ranted about how confused I was at our exchange? About what it meant to me? Did it freak you out? I hope not… because most of that post was a knee-jerk reaction to you appearing back into my life from out of the blue. I was confused. Dare I say, even hopeful? I’m not going to lie. I had a million unresolved feelings come over me that left me reeling for days. It was a perfectly normal reaction to an unexpected event.

But now…. Now I just want to know how you are. I just want to have a conversation with you. I want to hear that you are okay and that you are taking care of yourself. Not because I hope that we will get back together. I know that’s crazy. I just want to know because I still think of you as my friend and I care about you.

So I’m leaving the door open for a while longer. I won’t push you because friendship has to be a two way street. Just know that I am here whenever you are ready.