The Dating Do’s and Don’ts - Part 2

Part 1 was a good start, and here’s the continuation. Once you are dating someone, here’s a few clues on what you should do, and things to avoid:

DO: If you’re interested in a woman, it’s OK to say so. But make sure that your words actually match how you feel.
DON’T: Don’t tell a woman that you feel like she may be the one. Or that you’ve never been this excited about any woman ever (even your former wife). Or that you’re not going anywhere. Or that you’re excited to see her, just to never actually speak to her again. It’s cruel and it’s childish.

DO: Have an actual working car if you plan on dating someone.
DON’T: Don’t tell the woman you’re dating that your car just broke down and that you’re getting it fixed this week when in 3 weeks, you still have the same story. If you can’t afford to fix your car, or be bothered with doing it, you’re not ready to be dating.

DO: Be thoughtful when dating a woman with children. If you’re not willing to settle down with someone with kids, don’t date her. If you are OK with the kids thing, great… but realize that you’re not just dating the mom. It’s a package deal.
DON’T: When a mom is in a hospital waiting room while her daughter is having surgery, do not say “this is the last time you’ll go through this alone” unless those are actually your intentions. ALSO, never tell a woman’s child that you’re planning a play date with her and your own child unless you are going to do it.

DO: Hey, not all relationships work out. It’s OK. If your feelings change or feel like things aren’t working out, be honest and communicate your feelings.
DON’T: DO NOT just walk away without saying anything. It’s not OK to just change your profile from “seeing someone and seeing how that works out” to “out and about” without actually telling the person you’re dating. Show a little bit of respect. Hopefully at some point you actually cared about that persons feelings. And even if you want out, pulling a David Copperfield and up and vanishing is not cool. NOT COOL. It’s creepy and cowardly.

DO: Texting… it can be a good thing. If you are in a meeting or out with friends, and don’t want to be entirely rude by making a phone call, it’s pretty handy. But call once in awhile. Women like to hear your voice. We want to know what you’re thinking about us. We need a little confirmation and reassurance like everyone else. Unless you are under 18, at least try to act like a man and pick up the phone, dial her phone number, move your lips and push some air between them.
DON’T: Do not tell a woman that you are going to call her if you aren’t. In fact, don’t make any promises that you don’t intend to keep. You may be an asshole, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a lying asshole.

I hope that this has been another helpful installment of Dating Do’s and Don’ts. Until next time.

 

I Went, I Saw, I Got Really Sunburnt

St. George… a place for me that represents relaxation, getting away from reponsibilities, and wonderful weather.

It’s a place that I’ve taken countless family vacations, and a location with only good memories.

My retreat to the sunkissed town was exactly what I needed, although I left feeling more bitch-slapped by the sun rather than kissed.

For me there is nothing better than having a destination where there are no “have too’s” or plans. We truly did “stuff” while really doing nothing.

Thanks to my oldest and dearest friend for making it everything I was hoping for. I’m feeling recharged and even a little energized.

 

Hell Yeah!

It’s been a stressful couple of weeks. But this weekend has some great relaxation potential.

And after yesterdays stupid ass snow storm (along with my day-to-day responsibilities), I couldn’t be happier to leave the land of the holy and head south to St. George. I’m going with a friend of mine, and we have some serious plans to do nothing. The idea is that we have NO plans, and just act in a “fly by the seat of our pants” way which is something that moms don’t often get to do.

I’m not one to rub good things in the faces of others, but…

That’s right bitches! While the rest of you, my dear friends, are freezing your asses off, I’m going to be soaking up the sweet rays in Zion. Woo hoo!

 

Comings and Goings

Because I KNOW you’re so curious about what’s going on in my life:

• Back on the running/lifting routine. Which also includes many meals that I’m pretty sure have cardboard as the main ingredients. Oh, that’s called “whole grain”. Delicious.
• I got sunburned last Monday while working in the yard. It was nice enough that I wore a tank top. Saturday, we got 6 inches of snow. Insert most appropriate expletive.
• A welcomed return of my “who cares” attitude where men and relationships are concerned, or “love” in general. Ahhh… sweet relief.
• I’m desperately trying to get ready for the annual “Easter in St. George” trip. And not only do I still have to shop for and pack all the Easter bullshit stuff for my kids, my son’s birthday is on the 22nd. I haven’t gotten ANYTHING for him yet. UGGG! And I still have to pack for myself AND my 3 kids. AND there is a Eater parade/program thing at my son’s school, which is fine, except that I’m short on time (which begs the question…What in the hell am I doing writing this post?). And all I really want to do is take a nap.
• The seller of one of my listings is an alcoholic. So when agents call to schedule a showing, I can’t cuz he’s drunk at home and the house stinks. SHIT!
• Despite about one week of serious sleep deprivation (last night was one of the worst), I’m feeling pretty good. A little feisty maybe, but good.
• My niece (the one bitten by the rattlesnake) is doing well and at home. They expect a full recovery
• I’ve been “tested” a couple of times, and done myself proud.

So wish me well with the preparations for and the actual journey. I hope I survive.

 

Mother Nature - Bitch

If Utah’s weather could be diagnosed in psychological terms, it would be classified as SCHIZOPHRENIC.

For example:

* There is a Christmas Day video from when I was 6. There is no snow on the ground, and me and my siblings are all running around the yard in short sleeves.
* About 3 years ago in snowed in July. SNOWED! It was about 90 degrees the week before, and then we experienced highs of 50 for about one week.
* The day I was married, March 20th, it was 83 degrees. I actually got sunburned while we were having our pictures taken outside.

You get the point, being that in Utah, the weather is a crazy thing. You never know what will happen.

Last week the mid-winter “blah” lifted for a few days as the sun not only peeked through the clouds, but actually full-on shone. Snow started melting. I think I saw a 1/4 of my lawn. At one point I actually sat outside in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms without freezing my butt off. I think it might have even hit the high 40’s, if not 50.

It was heaven!

I started getting all excited about my spring and summer yard plans. I looked through a perennial catalog that I recently received, and picked out about $100 worth of plants that I want (and some wonder why I’m single).

I looked around at all of the little outdoor projects that winter will not allow.

If pure will and desire could melt snow, I think my grass would be growing by now.

But it is not so, and all good things must come to an end, or so it seems. Mother Nature, the whore that she is, decided that she should take a snow dump on poor and unsuspecting northern Utah. Son of a Bitch!

And this wasn’t just a little ‘flurry’. It was the worst storm of the year. Not just because of the snow, which was bad enough (I got about 8 inches), but there were wind gusts of up to 70 miles an hour. I know people who had to sleep at their places of employment. 2 school buses were stranded, children on-board. A couple of kids couldn’t leave their school and spent the night there. Some schools closed the day after the storm (including my son’s). It took some people 7 hours to get home when normally it takes 45 minutes. Read about it here.

The only conclusion that I can come to is that Mother Nature hates me, and that I should probably live in Arizona.

 

A Day on the Streets of My Neighborhood

To the man (read slack jawed yokel) in the old green pickup truck with the enormous camper…It might be easier to keep control of your vehile/residence if you removed your finger, which you jammed knuckle deep into your nostril, and placed your hand on the steering wheel. Just a thought.