January 18, 2009

• Sunday Stuff

  Have any of you noticed the newly improved sinister way that we are getting screwed at the grocery store?  The week before Thanksgiving is when I first noticed it.  The 8 lb bag of potatoes.  Not the normal 5 or 10 lb, nope, an 8 lb bag.  The packaging hadn't changed, the same redish mesh bag with the foil label and big white clippy on the top, but less potatoes.  I came home and checked the bag of potatoes I still had from a few weeks earlier, and sure enough, it was 10 lbs.

  Was talking to Lesa about this Friday as she was fuming about the frozen garlic bread.  Used to be like 10 oz box and now is more expensive and is down to 7 oz but the box hasn't changed so if you don't look, you don't realize.  And let me tell you, they aint foolin no one with those teeny tiny little bottles of laundry detergent that miraculously clean 64 more loads than the bigger ones did.  Hogwash.

  Today was the very last straw when I opened a dozen eggs and found that now a dozen is equal to 10 eggs.  Enough is enough already!!

  (Ok, there were 12 eggs, but you get my point.)  I like to be kissed when I'm getting screwed.  Just sayin.

  So the movie was kind of a stinker, as I was prepared for it to be, but had some funny parts.  I think you know if you go to see something called Mall Cop and you've seen the previews where 300 lb Kevin James is trying to kung fu himself down the mall, it's gonna be one of those "yeah, but it was kinda funny" movies *L*

  The date was.....pretty bad.  I mean, like, walk in the house, close the door and tears start flowing bad.  Like, ok, I'm 48 and have heart problems and diabetes so really, how many more years do I have to just be by myself, 10? 15?  I can probably do that rather than tolerate another stupid date, bad.

  First sign of trouble is when he picked me up and went directly to the drivers side door & got in & waited for me to get in.  I should have just turned around and went back in the house *L*  Got to the theater and before I can even get out of the car he's half way to the building.  When we leave, he's like 50' ahead of me and I finally just stopped dead in my tracks and hollered his name.  He came back to me with this confused look on his face, apparently he had forgotten he had brought someone with him, and I said "Um, you think we could act like we came here together?"  And off he goes, way ahead of me again.  Then he unlocks my car door (no remote stuff) but doesn't open the door, just goes around and gets in his side.  Mama Mia!

  But wait, it gets better.

  We go to Wing Warehouse and have a couple beers.  Nate's friend BJ is there and I talk to him a while (might as well, John sure wasn't talking) and then Nate showed up and him & John chatted a little.  Then we left and he brought me home.  John, not Nate.  He puts the car in park and I ask if he wants to come in.  He replies "Nah, if I do I won't get anything done tomorrow".  And he say's "Do I have to walk you to the door?"   At which point I'm figuring I have been dismissed, so I open the car door and he says....."Well, could I at least get a hug?"  I think hug was the last word, couldn't quite hear it over the car door slamming.

  Ok, it really does get better, I just find that I like to draw the story out *L*

  About 10 minutes after he leaves, he IM's me.  He lives really close.  And he starts to explain himself to me.  And I realize that there is at least one person in the world who knows less how to behave on a date than I do.  And I realize that he's a much better communicator when he's talking to me through text messages or IM's than he is in person.  And I realize that he's been out of the loop a lot longer than even I have been and was actually so much more nervous than me that he was taking Tums before he picked me up.  Like all day before he picked me up.

  So...after we IM for almost an hour, he asks if he can come and get me & bring me to his place, which is what he wanted to ask me when we left Wings but didn't have the courage.  So I let him pick me up & we went back to his house (which is very nice, by the way, built 3 yrs ago) and we hung out all night.  And he brought me home around 8 this morning.

  He has 3 daughters, 22, 19 & 9, and a 2 yr old granddaughter.  He took me on a tour of the house and every wall has pictures taped up that his 9 yr old has drawn.  He has maybe 1 bare wall in his bedroom, the other 3 are just plastered with her drawings.  I got a good feeling from that....he called her his interior decorator.  I think that's kinda cool.

  So, anyhow, he's going to S. Carolina in the morning for a week long visit with his Mom.  We'll see what happens after that.

  I'm going to go stick a chicken in the oven and watch some ridiculously bad movie on the Sci Fi channel.  You kids enjoy your day!  

   

  PS - I must have played that Leon Redbone "Baby it's cold outside" thing a hundred times yesterday, every time I passed the computer I clicked play *L*  You'll never guess what song is running around in my head today!!! 

   

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