She’s Alive

No, I haven’t forgotten the password.  I really just don’t have anything to say!  Well, I say plenty every day on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.  It feels kind of redundant to come here and say the same things.

Oh, can I just say that I HATE seeing something on twitter, and then seeing it again on IG and FB?  Annoys the hell out of me.  You don’t have to post the same pics in all three places, people.  I only need to see that pic from Easter dinner once.  As such, I have found myself unfollowing folks from one or two of those outlets.  So if I’ve deleted you, don’t take it personal.  Or do.  And maybe reevaluate your tendency to overshare.

Anyway, so what’s been going on with me?  Just moving through the summer.  It’s almost over!

Regan spent a couple of weeks in New Jersey with my mom.  I missed her dearly, but I am glad she had a REAL vacation.  She spent a few days at the beach, went to museums, went to New York, went to libraries.  They kept her busy!

I haven’t done much. Just work and home stuff and occasional time with the new guy.  Nothing exciting to blog about, but all of that will change soon.  And I can’t wait!

This weekend was pretty busy for me and my gal.

We did dinner with the Intern on Friday.  It was good quality time, although I don’t think he was prepared for Regan housing the queso.  Next time she’ll just get her own.

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I tried a drink called a Falcon ‘rita (in honor of our first home game) and it was delish!

Saturday we chilled mostly because of the rain.  Then the rain dried up and the blazing sun came out, so we headed to the pool for a bit.  I love that she is getting older and more self-sufficient in the pool. I don’t have to keep my hands on her for every single second.

Regan LOVES to jump in the pool.  I let her jump in a handful of times so she could practice swimming to me and getting herself out of the pool.  The final time she jumped she landed wrong and water went all in her nose.  She gasped as I reached for her and pulled her out of the water and said, “momma, I don’t wanna jump anymore.”

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Am I wrong for laughing?

Sunday we headed to Six Flags.  School is back in for Georgia and it was a high chance of rain, so I figured it wouldn’t be that packed.  I was correct and we had a great time.

PicMonkey Collage

I don’t think we waited in line for more than 15 minutes for a single ride.  It’s really the only way to do an amusement park.  We skipped the water park portion and just did rides.  It rained for about 15 minutes so we took cover, grabbed lunch and went back to having fun.

It was a good day.


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This is How you Do It

So the flowers I received last week were, indeed, from the guy I didn’t want them to be from.  It really is a pity he didn’t do something like that months ago, but too little too late and blah blah blah.

I contemplated not even taking the flowers home, but I was reminded to just look at them as flowers and not flowersfromsomeguyIdontlike.  So that’s what I did.

Fast forward a few nights and my guy came over for dinner with my cousins.  I asked him to bring a bottle of wine, but when I opened the door he was standing there with a bouquet of flowers.  The August birth flower, no less.


That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you show a girl what’s what.

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Angry Birds

Yesterday my cousins were in town.  I was excited because no one ever comes to visit me (and what’s the point in a guest bedroom if there are never any guests).  Also, I was excited because I love to cook for people and, although Regan will eat pretty much anything I put before her, there is nothing like cooking for appreciative adults.  I set out to find something yummy and budget-friendly and the twittuh directed me to this site.

Almost immediately I settled upon the Chicken Arrabbiata.  It looked super yummy and I knew it would be a crowd pleaser.  Plus, I already had most of the ingredients.  I basically only had to buy the chicken and a can of crushed tomatoes.

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You guys, dinner was fantastic!  I served it over pasta with steamed asparagus and garlic ciabatta.  I cooked enough thinking I’d get some leftovers out of it, but there were none.  Not a single drop of anything was left.  They loved it!

My guy brought wine and we had to best adult dinner I’ve had in quite some time.  I enjoyed the food, the wine, the conversation and the company.

It was truly a great evening!

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Imagine a girl waltzing in to work.  Okay, no need to be coy.  This IS my spot.

Imagine me waltzing in to work.  I’m feeling kind of high because I’m just coming off of a nice evening with my new guy.  The weather is lovely, my jeans fit right and I’m looking forward to a super fun lunch with a friend.

I’m sitting at my desk doing some work (for real) when suddenly a delivery guy shows up at my desk with flowers.  Flowers for moi?!?  I thought perhaps he just needed my signature so he could leave them at someone else’s desk.  But no, they had my name on them,  They were for me!

A dozen roses and a teddy bear!

You guys, I was ecstatic.  I hadn’t had flowers delivered since I was married.   And these were from the guy I was seeing and actually liked! The card didn’t indicate who they were from, but I was sure it was him.  I quickly shot him off a text.  Then came his response.

He didn’t send me any flowers.  

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?!

My coworker immediately started laughing.  She determined they were from  Hang Time.  Mind you, Hang Time hasn’t called me in over two months, electing instead to send me random texts on a weekly basis.   Texts inviting me out to dinners, movies, tennis dates and whatnot.   I always respond with a curt “no thanks.”  So why he would spend his hard earned money on flowers for someone who clearly is not interested in his company?  It’s been two months!

I sent him a text asking if they were from him, but at press time I have not received a response.

Another coworker suggested they were from the security guard that has a crush on me.

There is one other slim possbility, but he is someone I haven’t spoken to or seen since last month.

I’m really bummed that I can’t enjoy my flowers.  If they aren’t from the guy I wanted them to be from, I really don’t even care.

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