Single Life in Erie

Help Me Honda...Help, Help Me Honda

2009-09-02T21:03:00.000-07:00

My boyfriend and I have four kids between us. I affectionately refer to them as our “two sets of twins.” The reason – we have two girls who are both 11 and two boys who are 7. I know weird, huh?! Anyway, the girls get along great…but they are LOUD. And I mean really loud. The boys get along a lot of the time, but also fight, too, because well…they’re 7-year-old boys. Now imagine all of them and us in my Honda Pilot traveling four hours for a short camping trip. Ten minutes in I wanted to cry.

Don’t touch me. Stop touching me. Leave me alone. You are so gross. Do not touch me. Dad! Mom!

That’s when we decided that something is missing in the design of all vehicles that seat more than 5 people – a sliding glass panel between the front seat of the car and the rest of it. You know similar to the glass panel that closes in a limo. What parent wouldn’t love that??? Go ahead kids, scream all you want, we can’t hear you. I’ll turn the volume up on the CD we made so you can scream the lyrics to "Somebody Call 911" (yeah, I'm about to call 911). Sure no problem because I can’t hear you anyway.

WHY I ask is that not an option when you’re buying the car? I mean, Honda, really, a sunroof is great, but I’d much rather have a sound-proof divider! I'd go with clear, though, so I could look back from time to time and make sure no one was choking or killing each other in the car, but I wouldn’t have to HEAR it.

Who's with me here?

Tramp Tricks

2009-07-22T19:50:00.000-07:00

It’s official – I suck on the trampoline! A visit to my friend’s house recently confirmed this. Her daughter, a tiny 10-year-old cheerleader, is doing back handsprings and all sorts of fancy tricks. She makes it look so easy. Um, yeah, not so much. I can’t even seem to master a normal jump, bounce on your butt and jump back up on your feet maneuver. Apparently, this is something easy that should just come naturally to me. That’s what my friend and daughter say anyway.

Well, listen here folks: it definitely did not come easy to me. And, while my friend and my daughter were in hysterics watching me try, the cute little 10-year-old was trying to coach me. Here’s how it played out:

My form, she says, is not right. I’m leaning backward and I need to lean forward. Ok, I’ll try that. Still can’t do it. I’m like dead weight hitting the tramp and then arms and legs flailing around. What a sight! Oh, wait, she identifies another problem, I’m bending my knees. I need to put them straight out and point my toes. Ok, ok, I can do it. I’m not getting off this tramp til I do it. Nothing, still can’t do it. By this time it’s starting to get dark, I’m sweaty and I might pee my pants. Oh, oops, think I did pee my pants a little. (Females who have not yet given birth have no idea what I’m talking about here, but trust me, YOU WILL!!). But that’s ok, I’m gonna do it damn it. More jumping around. I’m really determined now. I don’t understand, I say to my friend, why I can’t do this? I take aerobics, I’m very coordinated. What the heck? She just shakes her head and makes some comment about how her neighbors are closing their windows because we’re being so loud on this bouncing wonderland.

My little coach says I can’t get off the tramp 'til I do it. Yes, that’s just the pressure I need. One, two, three. And...SUCCESS...finally. I scream like I’ve just won the gold medal in the trampoline event at the Olympics, my coach screams because she’s now convinced that she’s an awesome gymnastics coach since she could teach a hopeless case like me, and my daughter says, "I bet you can’t do the Reese’s cup." First of all, that's not a trick, that's my favorite candybar, and second, why must she shatter my confidence? I’m PUMPED! I did it, victory is mine. My friend just rolls her eyes as I give her a fist bump.

Stay tuned for my next trick…

The Blog is Back

2009-07-22T19:46:00.000-07:00

After my hiatus, TMac is back...frankly, Facebook doesn't offer me enough space to write all the stories I want to share! Anyone who has heard one of my stories knows all too well how detailed they can be.

So, I joined the Facebook frenzy. I had to; I think I was the only one who wasn't on. I admit it is a great way to connect with people, but man, you can really waste hours on that. I still am not 100 percent comfortable navigating on Facebook walls and what not, but I'm confident I'll catch on.

Happy Summer!

Christmas Observations

2008-12-09T14:36:00.000-08:00

OK, I only have 10 minutes to write this entry because I’m too busy trying to hang my Christmas lights up outside, address my photo Christmas cards, make cookies, finish shopping, wrap my presents, mail a package off to Maine and balance my checkbook (which you know is all out of whack considering I’ve been whipping that debit card around like I’m a millionaire). So, really, I have no time to blog. However, I just had to share some of my favorite Christmas observations:

1. I hate everyone in my neighborhood. They obviously have no life because they all got their Christmas lights up at Thanksgiving. Come on, people, give me a break! I still have leaves under that foot of snow in the yard! Aah, the pressure…

2. I’m not really a big fan of those stupid blow up figures people put in their front yards. If you have one, I apologize. I just think they’re dumb, and they always blow over (it is Erie, ya know).

3. Cats and Christmas trees do not mix. My cat (this is his first year experiencing a tree) won’t leave my tree and ornaments alone. I’m thinking about buying some kind of spray for $14.99 that may keep him away. Seems pricey, but then the peace of mind would be worth it.

4. I despise the song “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire.” And I’ve never known anyone who roasted chestnuts for Christmas, let alone did it outside where Jack Frost was nipping at his nose.

5. Fruit cake – gross. Who eats that? And, believe me, I eat just about anything.

6. Nutcrackers freak me out. I don't know why, they just do. And I was very disappointed that the Christmas stamps this year were either the Virgin Mary or a Nutcracker. It seems I've turned my kids against them, too. Two years ago I wrapped one up for my daughter as a joke. It was great. Last year, my mom wrapped one up for me. This year, I'm going to regift that one and give it to my son...an unsuspecting victim. Ha, what fun!

I put up this little decorative thing outside my cubicle at work that says, "Countdown 'til Christmas." Every day you change the number. My friend Melissa said, “Looking at that thing every day is a heart attack waiting to happen.” Nicely put! I laughed, but it’s still hanging there to remind me of all that I have to accomplish in only 16 days.

That being said, you won’t hear from me until after the holidays unless something really funny happens, because I simply won’t have time to update the blog. So, have a wonderful Christmas. I hope you have a beautiful holiday with your loved ones; I know I will (aside from my sarcastic – some would say “smart ass” responses -- I love Christmastime.) Be Merry! Catch you in '09...

Black Friday Big Bust

2008-11-30T18:43:00.001-08:00

I had a master plan for Black Friday.

I had a plan after carefully studying all the newspaper ads and figuring out what I wanted. I made a detailed list. I set the alarm....and then in the morning...couldn't quite get myself out of bed as early as I wanted. I planned to get to Wal-Mart by 5 a.m. Well, 5 came and went, so I figured ok, no big deal, I'll get to Target by 6 a.m when they open.

I rolled out of bed, threw on clothes, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth and set out for the adventure. Well, I arrived by 6 a.m., but then I had to find a parking space. What a joke! That took another 7 mintues. Finally, I walk in the store with the other 5,000 people who apparently had the same idea as me, and realized that there was no way in hell I was getting that Kodak digital camera for $89. There were no carts left, there were people walking around with stacks of DVDs in their hands, and there was no where to even walk in Electronics. I have never seen more chaos in my life. It was insane. I heard people swearing, I heard the guy working behind the counter in Electronics scream, "Just hold on...I'll be with you in a minute!!!" That's when I realized that there was no way I was getting anything I came for, let alone getting out alive! The lines were backed up further than they eye could see, so I promptly left.

I decided to check out Wal-Mart. Could it be possible that everyone was just at Target and that maybe Wally World would be more calm. Um, yeah, not so much. It was just as insane. I ran into someone I knew in line with a cart full of stuff. She said she was already in line to check out for an hour (and she was only about 3/4 of the way to the cashier!). Again, no way am I waiting in line for a couple things. So I left there, tried my luck at Kohl's and decided it wasn't worth waiting in line there either. By this time, I am thoroughly disappointed that I woke up for nothing, wasted 2 hours of my time and didn't get any deals. UGH. But I'm already out and I've already missed my morning Jazzercise class so I decide why not try the mall. Wish I would have only gone there, it really wasn't that bad. It was about 8:30 and yes, it was busy, but not too bad. I did manage to get some good deals and was home by 10 a.m.

Here's my solemn oath: I will never ever in my life get up that early to shop!
I don't care if they sell a 30-inch TV for $25. Not worth it.

I really think Black Friday is crap. There is no way I could have gotten any of those deals because I wasn't waiting in line at 4 a.m. I wish some store would have a Black Friday sale that kicks in about 9 p.m. on thanksgiving night. I'm a night owl, so I'll tell ya, I could do some damage if that was the case. But this getting up at 4 a.m. thing, no way, not happening.

And to further my irritation, I see women all dolled up---hello women, what time are you getting up to put on make-up and doing your hair? Are you kidding me! I have no time for that! I could barely roll out of bed to begin with.

Black Friday -- for me -- was a real bust. If you got some deals, please do tell. And do tell how you managed it...

Snowin' and Stormin' in Erie, PA

2008-11-16T18:12:00.000-08:00

This entry has nothing to do with being single in Erie.

It's just about living in Erie in the winter. Or fall...

Here it is mid-November and we've already had two major snow accumulations. The storm right now is really freaky. It was actually thundering and lightning. Wow, was that weird. I don't think I've ever experienced a thunderstom and blizzard at the same time. I was out on my deck brushing the pile of snow off of my grill and patio furniture. No, I did not move them inside ... yet. I know, I'm irritated at myself, too. But it seems all of a sudden I ran out of time. Then we changed the clocks back and well, by the time I get home at 5 or 5:30 from work, it's dark. I had all intentions of doing it this weekend, but it literally rained the entire time.

Oh, and then the rain turned to snow. aaaahhhh...Within about four hours, it seemed several inches fell. I don't really know how many inches we have now, but I'd say a lot and the snow keeps on coming. If anything happens to that new patio furniture, I'll scream (see earlier entry from June). Believe me, as soon as this latest accumulation of snow melts, I'm on it. I'm moving it all in the garage -- even if it's pitch black out.

Until then, bundle up and get those snow boots out...

One -- no two -- Sexy Devils!

2008-11-12T20:10:00.000-08:00

Happy Belated Halloween!

The weather this year for Halloween was fantastic. It was great to see kids without snowsuits on! It was also cool that Halloween fell on a Friday.

So, my kids and I went to a party after trick or treat. It was at my boyfriend's sister's house. He has asked me many times to post our picture on my blog, so I've finally decided to oblige. Now you can see for yourselves this creepy guy (of course, I'm kidding)!

I am the sexy devil in red pleather with light-up horns and a tail (which I know you can't see), but it was a pretty cool ensemble. He was undecided if he should go as an angel, devil, fallen angel or half and half. It was Friday, he's a guy (you know how those guys are always procrastinating...) and he went to the Spirit Halloween shop in search of horns. No luck. But my resourceful man, upon walking into his house and spying his carved pumpkins on the table, took matters into his own hands. Yes, those are pumpkin stems on his head. Aren't they freaky, considering he is bald? We decided it looked like the horns were growing out of his head. But still, how cute is he? :) Well, you might ask: How did those horns stay on his head? Good question. Very simple answer: Super Glue. Yes, Super Glue. How is it that the Super Glue did not take off a layer of his scalp? I'm not really sure, but it didn't. In fact, the one horn kept falling off, and I had to reapply the glue several times. We figured it must be because the head is more oily than say a finger where the Super Glue always seems to stick.

Anyway, I think we look pretty cute together, if I do say so myself!

Wedding Photos Added

2008-11-12T20:01:00.000-08:00

Here are the photos I talked about in my last entry...

I Love a Good Wedding!

2008-11-06T15:25:00.000-08:00

Don't you just love weddings? I do -- no pun intended!

My good friend, Mary, recently got married. We work together, so I've been hearing about wedding plans for the past year. I finally got to see all her hard work pay off. Yes, it was a BIG wedding and it was beautiful.

But the most beautiful part about it was watching Mary and Chris. I honestly have never seen a bride smile so much in one day. She was beaming from the moment she walked down the aisle til I said good night to her at the very end of the reception. She was sincerely happy about entering into this thing we call marriage. It was really refreshing.

I've been divorced for more than 5 years, and I never was the "crazy divorced lady" who was a man-hater. I never gave up on the institution of marriage. I've certainly at times over the last 5 years felt like it, but I haven't. I've certainly heard about numerous marriages ending and seen how painful it can be to go through. I think the divorce rate in this country is still 50 percent. It can be kind of discouraging, but seeing Mary and Chris so happy gives me hope that there are still long-lasting marriages out there. And that's what I choose to think about.
What a happy thought...

I will add a few photos soon...

Chillin' on a Saturday night

2008-10-25T19:07:00.001-07:00

I know I've been slacking lately, sorry. But I have a boyfriend now, so you understand what that means, right? I try to spend a lot of my free time with him. And I'm not complaining about it. I WANT to spend my free time with him. It's just funny because it seemed like I had a lot more free time this summer when he wasn't in the picture.

That leads me to my next point: I'm updating my blog on a Sat. night at 10 p.m. My son is upstairs conked out in my bed. My daughter is at a sleepover birthday party (the second one this weekend!). My boyfriend is out of town with his kids at a wedding. So that explains why I'm updating my blog on a Saturday night. This has been the first weekend we haven't seen each other in our very long 8-week courtship. It kinds sucks. He is very good at sending me texts, though, and letting me know what's going on. I took today as the perfect opportunity to clean my basement, which is nothing less than a disaster. I now have 4 giant bags of garbage after my afternoon down there and two huge totes full of toys to sell at our next neighborhood block sale. I am impressed with my work, so I guess it was good that he was out of town or I probably would never have dedicated a block of time to do it.

Well, now I'm going to finish writing my next column for "Her Times," and am about to embark on an ER marathon (thanks to my DVR -- how did I ever live without a DVR???).

Happy Saturday night!

How old is too old for a bachelorette party?

2008-10-14T18:08:00.000-07:00

My friend, Mary, is getting married on Saturday (yeah for her!). A couple of weeks ago, her sisters and bridesmaids threw her a bachelorette party. So, Friday night we all met at her place, had some drinks and headed off to the bars. I was the oldest one there. I am 38 -- not that I feel 38, but still, I'm 38. Is that too old for this?

Her sister designed a really cute t-shirt so we all wore our t-shirts. Now I'll admit had I been a patron at one of the bars we hit, I would probably think that was the stupidest thing ever and would roll my eyes at the penis ring and pink boa Mary wore, however, since it was my friend, I thought it was cool. The shirts had a picture of a big shoe (see pics) and said "Mary's Bachelorette Party." Then just to be extra cheesey, you could get your name on the back. So, of course, I had to get T Mac. Oh man, did I think I was cool or what?

So that leads me to the question: how old is too old to attend a bachelorette party? There were no strippers or anything like that -- all clean fun. We made it out to see "New Wave Nation" (awesome '80s band) and danced the night away. By 1, Mary wasn't standing so we called it a night.

But there we were, all 16 or so of us getting our picture taken with the band, which they promised they would post on their Web site (I haven't checked yet though). All I can say is...good times!

The Dread About Annual Exam Time

2008-09-29T19:04:00.000-07:00

Recently my friend, Melissa, was complaining to me that she had her annual OB/GYN appt. "Ugh," was my response. Ladies, you all know what I'm talking about.

Yes, it is definitely one of the most important things you can do in terms of preventative health care. However, it's definitely not the most pleasant. All I can say is it's a good thing it only happens once a year.

Men should be glad they don't have to endure such stress on an annual basis. Let me break the experience down for you:

After hanging out in the waiting room and mentally assessing why every other woman in the place is actually at the OB/GYN in the first place, I hear the nurse call me back. Aah, the fun begins. First, you have the pleasure of getting on the scale. Yuck! I always insist on taking my shoes off. I don't care if they are high boots, I'm taking them off.

Then you get in the little room with the stirrups. And, my doctor's office has oven mits on the stirrups. OK, that is just disturbing. So, the nurse takes my blood pressure and then it never fails, asks what was the first day of your last period. Hold on, let me get out my trusty planner so I can tell you. Then she says put on this robe. By robe I mean it's a paper gown.

So now you're naked in a paper gown just waiting...and waiting. Finally, the doctor or nurse practioner comes in jovial as can be. After some small talk, it's time for the breast exam. So I'm laying back and looking up at the ceiling (which has a poster on it to show you how to do a self breast exam). And she's feeling all around and asking, "So, how's work? How are the kids?" OK, just awkward!

Now it's the time you've been dreading. Lie back and scootch down. And way down. It seems that I can never really get down far enough, but you have to be practically off the exam table. Then the doc puts a bunch of goo on her hand and instrument and says, "You're going to feel some pressure." Ya think? And then there's the 30 seconds of uncomfortableness while she gets the pap smear. At least the whole thing is quick. Then it's over. Yeah! Don't have to worry about this for another 11 months and 28 days!

Only thing that really stinks is when the lab loses your pap smear. Yeah, friend of mine, Lori, from work had that happen and she had to go back in and do it all over again. Definitely not fun...

Sometimes being a woman is such a hassle!

I'm Ready to Trim Again

2008-09-18T20:39:00.000-07:00

If you've read my earlier entries, you know very well that I have some issues when it comes to landscaping, gardening and trimming bushes (I cut three extension cords in half already)!

I am happy to report that the new guy (see last entry about the stressful first date) fixed one of the extension cords for me. Yippee! Now I'm able to continue my work, and I better hurry up because pretty soon I'm going to have to start working on the leaves. And damn, you know it's gonna be a tough fall with me and the electric leaf sucker/blower thing. ugh...I hate all this work.

So anyway, isn't it just cool that guys can fix stuff? I love a handy guy. My ex-husband was super handy, but I didn't really appreciate it until I was a single mom and then fixing things became a major problem. Fortunately for me, my past boyfriends were all handy, too, so they did a lot of stuff for me around the house. That was a relief. Now I have a new appreciation for a guy who's handy or mechanically inclined, which I also am not. My poor son has one of those stupid Matchbox race track things that is supposed to hang off a door. Well, he got it for Christmas one year (not from ME, I might add) and I attempted to put it together. I really did. But I just didn't get it. It sat in pieces in the corner of the living room for a good 8 or 10 months and then I finally moved it down to the basement. Once things make it to the basement, there is just no chance they are ever coming back upstairs to be played with. Needless to say, downstairs it sits, never once used. I feel bad, but I just am really bad at putting stuff together.

Oh well, maybe I can make some money at next summer's garage sale!

Ladies -- tell me -- isn't it cool to see a man work? Share your story...

First Dates are Stressful

2008-09-08T15:30:00.001-07:00

Well, I had a first date with someone I met online (and he's already stumbled upon this blog, so I'm sure he'll read this entry!). The date went well. However, the time leading up to the date not so much.

If you've ever tried online dating then you know that it is sometimes stressful meeting someone new. First of all, yes, you might have seen a picture of him, but you don't REALLY know what he looks like. Then you have these really high expectations because online, the guy is perfect. So I've learned over the last few years to try not to have too high expectations because more often that not, you end up disappointed.

But this guy was different. I mean we sent each other extensive e-mail messages and even talked on the phone a few times (2.5 hours the first time) BEFORE we met. I felt like I really knew him and he pretty much knew my life story. So, of course, all kinds of things are running through my mind. I wanted so much to like him that I freaked myself out. After all, he was perfect in theory, but how would we really connect face to face? Would there be an attraction? Would there be instant chemistry? I was so nerved up, I tossed and turned two nights before the date. Normally I don't get so worked up, and I was really trying to calm myself down, but I just couldn't seem to relax.

So, the second I came face to face with him, I know I probably had a stupid grin on my face (right, Kristie?), which is what I do when I'm nervous. I seriously felt like throwing up...no, I don't mean because of him. I just mean because I was nervous! After 10 minutes, I was completely fine and was my normal happy go lucky self.

We had a nice dinner and then went to have a few beers downtown and spent the night talking. It went well, and I was relieved that I actually did feel good about him. He asked me at one point during the night if I was nervous about meeting. After I practically spit out the ice cube in my lap, I cooly replied, "Um, not really. Why?" HA...the girls at work are probably laughing hysterically right now because they know how worked up I was. And now after he reads this, he'll know too. Oh well, honesty, right?

And besides, date number four is this weekend!

Whale/People Watching in Maine and other fun stuff

2008-09-02T19:08:00.000-07:00

Lobster Fest!

Patty & Cathy on whale watching trip.

What a sunset (from the ferry boat).

Cool seaweed that was thick like noodles.

Portland Head Light

Well, I’m back in the swing of things since returning home from our Maine vacation. My stepmother, Cathy, lives there, so we got to hang out with her and the rest of her family all week. It was great!

We definitely lucked out, the weather was absolutely gorgeous the entire time we were there…amazing. Normally, I have the worst luck with weather (I got married in a blizzard after all – that’s another story, though!). I guess my luck is changing.

My kids loved the ocean and all the good treasures you can find there; everything from seaweed that looks exactly like wet lasagna noodles to hermit crabs to live crabs. If you’ve ever been there, you know the water is chhhhillly. But you don’t have to worry about sharks or jellyfish either. And the water/sand is clear and clean. And hey I did get into the water – twice. The last day I actually stayed in and rode the waves with my kids. It was a blast!

We visited Portland Head Light (see photo). My friend, Mike, tells me that’s the most photographed lighthouse in the country. Who knew? It was cool to walk around on the rocks, but the kids both took a spill.

One night we took a ferry over to one of the islands off of Portland, Peak’s Island. We saw the most amazing sunset (photo). It’s quite intriguing to me that people actually live on the island. I think it’s cool, but I could never do it. It’s a totally different way of life. I mean think about that. Gee, I really need to run up to the mall to get a new pair of shoes. Oops, that’s right, doing so would result in me waiting for a ferry and then loading my car on and going 15 minutes across the bay and then driving off. And then same thing back. Whew…that’s a lot to deal with.

One day we took a whale watching trip. That was cool! We board a boat with 90 other people and all of our bagged lunches (or in our case, a giant cooler on wheels and about 3 other bags of snacks, sweatshirts, books, Ipods, cameras, etc.). We travel two hours into the deep ocean where the whales feed – 26 miles off the shore. That is literally in the middle of ocean, you cannot see land around you. Sometimes you don’t see much on these trips. But on this particular day, we hit the jackpot. First we saw a minky whale (I'm not even sure how to spell that). Then we saw tons of pilot whales. By tons I mean 6, 7, 8 of them in clusters…that doesn’t normally happen. Usually you’ll see one or two whales traveling together and they are far off. But these whales were so close, it was amazing to just watch them. And they weren’t scared, they hung out and were watching us, too. The crew was equally impressed and said that it is unusual to see the pilot whales at all at this time of year and the fact that they were so close! Of course, I don’t have any pictures of the whales because I couldn’t find my camera amid the many bags we had on board, and I wasn’t wasting time trying to find it when I knew Cathy was getting some great shots. Then off in the distance we saw the finback whale (2nd largest mammal on the earth, according to our captain) with a baby. Wow, that was neat. That night we laughed because we found ourselves discussing lots of the passengers on the boat. I said they should call these trips whale/people watching because you’re on the boat for more than 5 hours and it’s pretty tight so you can’t help but notice people. All I can say is there was an interesting cast of characters…

One afternoon we went to the lobster pound and picked out lobsters (that were caught in the morning). We took them back to Patty’s house and boiled them (sorry!). My kids thought this whole experience was pretty cool, but could not watch them get dropped into the pot. We got some great pictures before our feast. And we all learned how to correctly crack and eat the lobster, which was delicious!

And what would a trip to Maine be without a trip to Freeport to visit L.L. Bean and the other outlet stores? My kids thoroughly enjoyed Bean’s and my daughter picked out her backpack there. I even scored a new lunch box. Yeah, mom!

All in all a great trip.

Taming the Trimmers -- Take Two

2008-08-18T17:11:00.000-07:00

If you haven't read my earlier entry about the trimmers, please read that first so that you have some background here.

OK, so I go into Valu Home Center to buy a new extension cord (the people who work there are so nice). I proceed to the checkout and this older woman and man are talking (both employees). I plop down the ext. cord and get out my debit card. While she is ringing it up, I ask her to check the price on something for me and hand her the receipt of the trimmers I bought a few weeks ago. (They tell you to check b/c if an item goes on sale within 30 days, you can get the sale price). So I don't tell her what it is or anything I just ask her to check. She does and says, "No, it's not on sale." I thank her and then she says: "Have a good day, and make sure you don't cut this ext cord with the trimmers." I just look at her dumbfounded thinking how the heck does she know that? Surely, she would not be reading this blog. I said, "How did you know that?" And she and the guy start laughing and she replies, "Oh, it was just the look on your face when you plopped that ext. cord down (and the fact that she checked the sale price on the trimmers). Don't worry we've all done it." I said, "Yeah, well I did it twice...in 15 minutes!" They laughed. I laughed. I was totally embarrassed.

I drove home and I'm still cracking up about how she said that. When I got home, I cut the grass and decided it was time to pull out the trimmer again. The kids were with their dad and it was a beautiful day to work in the yard. I really got going, being VERY careful since I just paid $15 for this new cord. After about 25 mintues, it happened again. I know you are shaking your head thinking I am the biggest loser ever. Yes, I kind of am. And, yes, it's true. UGH. I could not believe it. Spark -- and I was being so careful.

So, now the score is Tara 0, trimmer 3. I figured out I probably would have been better off paying someone to trim them by the time I paid for the trimmers and 3, no wait, 4 outdoor extension cords. I totally give up. Maybe next summer!

I'm just wondering if guys are having this hard of a time. I mean it's hard to keep up with a house when you're a single woman, how are the single guys doing? Any laundry horror stories? Any cooking catastrophes. Please leave a comment and let me know. I would sure feel better...

By the way, I'm off to Maine on vacation with the kids. Check back later in the week for an update about what we're doing. Have a happy week!

Kids Age 14 Crack Me Up

2008-08-15T18:12:00.000-07:00

My aunt and two cousins came to town from Indiana, which explains my lack of updating my blog! My kids were thrilled to see their cousins because I have a very small family and they only have one other cousin (he is 18 months old). Plus they don't get to see Wes and Spens very often.

Every day we were busy. We went to the horse races up at the casino. They really enjoyed that. My mom and aunt, though, were the only ones winning. I was just breaking even, but it was fun. We went to see Bat*Man, it was great...very long, but good. The JOKER was fabulous. Creepy, but really good acting. We went to Waldameer, which was a blast. I rode the Ravine Flyer twice. I had ridden it when it first opened, but I forgot how fast it is. Whew...Well, then we rode it at night. If you have the opportunity to ride it, do it at night. You have no idea where you're at because it's that fast and that dark! Wednesday we went to a SeaWolves game. That was fun.

That was also when my text-obsessed cousin, Wes, who will be 14 next month, met Taylor, my friend's daughter. This kid is so girl-crazy I can't believe it! Well when he met her, he was excited because she is the same age and very cute. She also thought he was cute (giggle, giggle). So I introduce them. He stood there for a while, but I don't think they talked at all. On the way home, he sat scrunched in my back seat with her brother and sister (I took them home). Again, he doesn't talk, but instead is listening to his ipod. But he sends a text to my daughter (who is sitting in the front seat) and asks her to ask Taylor what her number is. UM, hello, can't you ask??? So she does and Taylor tells her. She puts it right into his phone. We pull up the house, she says, "bye," and so does he. I go in for a second to talk to my friend and while in there I tell her that Wes is probably going to text her. She said he already did...in the car! WHAT? Are you kidding me...they were sitting two people away? I think the texting went on for a while, but he went back home last night (sorry, Taylor!).

This new texting thing is something else, but I wonder if these kids will be able to actually have a face-to-face conversation? I don't think so. Wes checked his phone last night before they pulled out of my mom's driveway and proudly reported that he had sent/received 1,800 texts since they arrived on Saturday! Thank goodness there is an unlimited plan!

Taming the Electric Trimmer

2008-08-10T20:43:00.000-07:00

Last week, I was on a mission to trim all the bushes around my house...and let me tell you, there are a lot of them. The rhodadendron (spelling?) bushes are out of control, but they are so huge I have a difficult time taming those bad boys. They are twice the size of me!

Anyway, I bought me a pair of electric hedge trimmers. These things are awesome. I had a crappy old rusty pair of hand ones. These electric ones are so much easier. Problem is I can't seem to use them correctly.

The kids were on duty to pick up all the clippings while I just went to town on the bushes. Everything is going along good until the thing just stops. I look and everything is still plugged in. And then I realize what I've done. I cut the cord in half! What a dork I am. Wow, I can't believe I did that. My daughter cannot believe it.

Just thent he phone rings and it's their dad. She goes in to talk to him and then comes out to tell me that she told Dad what I just did..."Um, Gee, thanks, honey. Thanks for making me look like I can't handle it on my own."

So she thinks her work is done until I tell her oh no, I have more extension cords in the basement. So, we've moved into the backyard and I start moving like Edward Scissorhands when it freakin' happens again. Only this time, BIG spark. I cannot believe I did not electrocute myself. UGH...how stupid am I? What am I doing that I keep cutting the cord?

So I go in the house where my daughter is and I tell her that I did it again. "Again? Are you serious," she laughs. "You're gonna have to make sure you hold the cord out of the way so you stop cutting it." aah, duh

Thanks for the wise words dear. I will...if I dare try again. Maybe the old rusty pair wasn't that bad?

Nothing Sexy About Being Cheap

2008-08-01T20:38:00.000-07:00

I read an article a few weeks ago in Parade magazine called, "Secrets of Thrifty Families."

In it, they profiled a few families who cut their costs and offered their "secrets" for saving money. All I can say is this, if I have to have a freaking Barbecue Noodle Night once a week because it's only $3.69 to feed a family of 6, I'll shoot myself.

Now I'm not saying that I can't benefit from trying to save money -- who can't? But I gotta live LIFE. I mean let's get serious.

One family that lives in Florida has a couch that was the husband's when he was a kid...and it survived life with his 4 college roomates and now his 4 kids are climbing all over it. All I can say is, "OOOoooohhhhh, gross!" I'm sorry, but that is probably a health risk. Oh, and his wife admitted that the changing table survived through 4 kids (ok, I can see that), but now serves as a toy shelf. Whatever, these people are weird.

Get this, the wife only gets her hair cut twice a year for $7.99 with a coupon -- um, are you KIDDING ME??????? So, I'm just guessing she doesn't get her hair colored? And I can only imagine her wardrobe...

I was thinking about the $59 Tommy Hilfiger jean capris I just bought. Maybe not such a wise investment, but they fit good and you all know that if you find jeans that fit good, you will pay any price. I'm not hung up on labels by any means, but I do care what I look like. After all, I have to, I'm single!

The article goes on to say that they have a circle of cost cutting friends who share bargain tips. Oh boy, I bet that's fun. Come on over for bbq noodle night and let's sit around and talk about how you can save a couple dollars by driving all over town and using coupons at 17 different grocery stores. Sounds like a blast.

I don't mean to belittle these people because it's obviously working for them, but I feel bad for their kids. I don't mean to say that kids can't be happy if they aren't doing something that costs money, but sometimes, you have to spend a little money. Geez. Just taking them to a ballgame and getting a snack would be cool. But it costs money and that is probably a big splurge for this family. I simply can't imagine living like that.

Well, I've gotta go. I have to start working on my kids' Halloween costume now so I don't have to buy one.

Happy Birthday to ME!

2008-07-28T19:04:00.000-07:00

One of the guitar players from the band. He said his name was Buster?!

Ending the night with a "birthday cake" shot at the Plymouth.

Bday girl, Melissa and Mary, who celebrates her birthday with me every year (hers is the next day). The kid is a 12-year-old boy who got called on stage to play with the band. He was awesome!

Christi, Cindy, me and Melissa (no clue who the guy is, he stuck his head in the photo)

Kristie and my mom...what was she doing 38 years ago?

BIG BIRTHDAY BLOCK PARTY BASH

Last Thursday, July 24, was my birthday. I love my birthday. Normally it's "birthday week," but things were pretty low key this time around.

As I said at work at our little bagel celebration, "I don't know why people make a big deal about turning 30, it's not really that bad." Half of my coworkers looked at me trying to figure out if I was really only 30. The other half laughed knowing I was well beyond 30. One of the new ones (she's maybe 22) said, "Oh, she's turning 30?" Yeah, I love that girl!

After a very nice dinner at Red Lobster with my kids, mom, friend Christi and her kids, we headed over to Coldstone for a sweet treat in lieu of cake. Red Lobster was good, it's a birthday tradition for me. I could eat about 7 of those garlic & cheese biscuits. YUM! But I limited myself to one this year :)

About 9, my neighbor came over to babysit and mom and I went down to the block party where Moneyshot was playing. I love that band, they are so fun! We met up with more friends. I took Friday off because I didn't want to feel tired and yucky in the morning. Anyway, I posted some pictures above from the night -- I had fun!

Class Reunion Huge Success!

2008-07-23T19:07:00.000-07:00

Kim, Lori and Tara

Tara with Mike and my "sister" Kristie. Everyone thinks we're sisters, but we're not!

OK, me all dressed up and ready! Tara with Doug and Andrea at the Hard Rock.

Michelle, Joslyn, Gina and me from the pre-party event.

Well, I had my 20-year class reunion last weekend. All I can say is: What a BLAST!!!!!

From an organizer's point of view, everything went smoothly, the food was good, people were having a great time. You can't ask for anything more.

As a participant, I can attest to the fact that it was a huge success. People were so friendly -- even those who I didn't necessarily hang out with a lot in high school. Everyone had an awesome time.

We had a pre-reunion event the night before. I'm really glad I changed my plans to be there because there were over 50 classmates who came to that, and it was a good ice breaker for Sat. night. People didn't get too crazy Friday night, unless you count the semi-trashy looking classmate who showed up in a white bikini top -- I'm serious. Nothing but a flimsy string across her back, and she was flailing herself all over the place, clearly very drunk and/or on serious drugs.

Saturday night, we had the pre-party for about a half-hour in our hotel room and then we had to go down and set up. Kristie made jello-o shots that were so strong, some wimpy members of our committee could not stomach them! LOL! But that was just the kick I needed to get me going...four shots later, a beer and two Captain and Cokes in an hour-and-a-half set the pace for the evening.

The night went in a blink of an eye. We had set up a memorabilia table with old yearbooks, high school newspapers and some photo albumns full of people's senior pictures. What a hit! People really enjoyed seeing the BIG hair and hot mullets!

I must say, though, mostly everyone there (minus crazy bikini girl) looked great. I went to high school with some really good looking men, and they still look good. Too bad for me they are all married :)

The night ended with a post-party at a bar called, "The Beach." By then my 3 1/2 inch heels were killing my feet so I pretty much stood in the sand (they have real sand at this outdoor bar) barefoot and giggled a lot. My girlfriends and I stayed up til almost 4 being loud, laughing and talking about the night. What a great time. Of course, I was pretty beat on Sunday but woke up feeling fine, except I barely had a voice. As my friends at work say, when I come in with a hoarse voice, they KNOW it was a good time!

I almost feel a little sad, though. I was so looking forward to the big weekend and now it's all over. The nice thing is we created a web site for this event and we're keeping it up until August. We posted tons of pictures there and people can post comments in the guestbook (and they are). We're keeping the enthusiasm going as people write in and say how much fun they had and how appreciative they were of our planning committee (nice to hear).

I suggested that in about two years we have a halfway -to 25 -year reunion (just something casual) where we can all go out and catch up. I think that would be a blast. Besides I don't want to have to wait another five years to get together with these people.

One final note, I'm glad I didn't have a boyfriend to take. I can't imagine how bored he would have been and how irritated I would have been to have had to entertain him -- not to mention there wasn't a guy that came in who didn't get a hug from Z (that was my nickname in H.S. because my last night started with a "Z," so I became Z and Z-woman). It did seem like most of the people who attended, though, were married. But, for once, I didn't even care (now, that is amazing!). I was having too much fun.

If you have a chance to go to your reunion, I would highly encourage it. It was a fabulous time.

Or if you have any crazy reunion stories, please do share.

(Sorry the pictures ended up weird at the beginning, but I was trying to screw around with them and it wasn't working...ugh....technology.)

This is the BIG WEEKEND!

2008-07-17T19:59:00.000-07:00

Well, after much planning, the big weekend of the summer for me has arrived. It's Class Reunion weekend -- woo hoo!

All my friends at work laugh because I've been talking about this reunion for the last few months. I am very excited to see all my friends -- and all the other people I haven't seen in 20 years.

We also have a fun pre-reunion event planned at the Hard Rock in Pittsburgh (Station Square) Friday night. At first I wasn't going to go because I had a hair appt. scheduled for Saturday and would have to make special arrangements for the kids, etc. But then this pre-reunion party started really taking off and I swear there are about 40 people going now. And it sounds so fun. A guy we went to school with is in a band playing at the Hard Rock that night. The more talk, the more I simply could not be left out. So with a little prodding from Gina, I switched around all my plans and am happy to report, I won't be left out. Yippee.

I'm staying in the hotel both nights with two of my friends, Gina and Michelle. We already know we are probably going to be giddy, buzzed and loud. And we'll just act like a bunch of college girls in a dorm who won't get much sleep. That's ok with me, I think it'll be a blast!

Check back next week for a full update. I'm sure I'll have stories...I always do...

Do the kids have a better social life than me?

2008-07-14T18:08:00.000-07:00

I feel like I've created kids who thrive on an active social life.

This past weekend was exhausting. Besides both of them having soccer games, my son had two birthday parties in which the times overlapped, so he only went to one.
In the meantime, my daughter is getting a phone call from a friend at school who invited her to a swim birthday party in two weeks and wants to know if she can also stay overnight (it's a Sunday night). I said I'd have to think about it. As it is, we had to cut our trip to Pittsburgh that weekend short because she just "couldn't" miss this swim party. Geez, she's 10!

That made me think...do my kids have a more exciting social life than me?

Maybe. (I better step it up!) At their ages, I didn't do half the stuff they did. Yes, I've always had a lot of friends and been busy, but boy do things start earlier these days. At age 10, I was running around with the neighbors all day long in the summers -- not taking trips and going to the beach and going to the movies. Those things were luxuries that happened occassionally.

I'm afraid to see what the teenage years have in store for me...

Obnoxious Soccer Parent

2008-07-09T19:42:00.001-07:00

I love going to my kids' soccer games. And, it's soooo much better than softball (bor-ing).

A few days again I was at one of the kid's games and there was the most obnoxious parent I've encountered so far. I was there alone (as I usually am) in my cozy little camping chair, and this dad was walking up and down the sideline giving play by play instructions to his boy. The boy was the cutest thing in the world and this guy was making ME nervous, I can only imagine how the kid felt.

Don't you hate parents who are over the top when it comes to kids' games? I felt bad for the coach who was offering little things, but this parent was just walking up and down and yelling out commands. He wasn't mean or anything, it was just irritating as hell. For a good portion of the time he was standing right behind me. I really wanted to just turn around and say, "SHUT UP!," but I controlled myself.

Later when he walked down to the other side, this guy next to me says to another guy, "Man, that's like a coach's worst nightmare right there." I second that thought!

Parents, be supportive, yell out a little, but, please do not be the parent who can't seem to control himself (or herself) with the comments. And he was saying funny things like, 'Come on Joey, challenge it, challenge it.' Well, granted I never played soccer, but I don't even know what that meant. Even one of my kids repeated what the guy said because he/she remembered hearing it so many times. Give me a break!!!! I would be thoroughly embarrassed to act like that in public. I'd hate to be sitting next to this guy if the kid ever plays in high school -- look out! And even worse, I think his wife was sitting down there in a chair while he paced the sidelines. She's a better woman than me.

12 Days & Counting

2008-07-07T20:01:00.000-07:00

As always, thanks for checking in! Remember, I love to hear your comments.

Well, in 12 days I am going to embark on something really scary that probably only a quarter of the population does...I'm going to attend my 20th class reunion! Actually, I've been to all my reunions (I'm actually on the planning committee), but this time it's weird for me. I'm divorced and single. At the last reunion, I was NEWLY single -- my then husband and I separated only a couple of months before. This time, I'm going back still single...ugh! I'm not looking forward to going alone when all my friends are married, but hey, I'll still have fun.

I grew up outside of Pittsburgh so I don't ever see anyone, which is why it's fun to go. I graduated with a huge class -- 600. There are 90 coming. Poor numbers, I know, but not unusual. So, I was just thinking while laying on the beach about how I could possibly lose 10 pounds in 12 days. Yeah, um, I don't think it's gonna happen. Then I remembered what I looked like in high school (I had mousey brown hair that was super short and spiked) and realized I look much better now (minus the 10 pounds I wanted to lose). SO...I bought myself a LBD and am ready to go.

My friends and I already agreed we're having a little pre-party in my room because none of us feel we can do the whole "talking" thing to all these people -- half of whom we don't remember -- unless we have a couple drinks first. And Kristie is making Jell-O shots...nice!!

It's gonna be a night of all 80s tunes and lots of reminiscing (not sure I even spelled that word right) and I can't wait! After all, everyone who signed my yearbook wrote the same thing:

"You are a crazy, loud girl. We're gonna have so much fun this summer!!!!!" BFF

Yep, I still am and yep, we sure are!

Check back because I will definitely post some pictures.

What to Wear Out -- Leather Pants?

2008-07-01T20:17:00.000-07:00

What do single moms do when they don't have their kids? We go out! At least Christi and I do! Sometimes it gets old, but most times it's pretty fun! This holiday weekend is no exception. We're going to hit Sloppy Duck's on Thursday night to see the M80s and since Friday is a holiday, there should be a lot of people out.

Question for this weekend is...what to wear?

Aaahhh, it's always the question on everyone's mind, isn't it? Well, since we're going out for the Fourth of July, should I wear red, or is that too cliche and cutesy? (I do have flag earrings -- OK, I won't wear those!) What about one of those flag t-shirts from Old Navy like I wore about 8 years ago? I'm sick of wearing sleeveless shirts because I've been cursed with my Grandma Betty's arms. Now, if you knew my Grandma Betty, you would know what I mean. Loved her to death, but she had the biggest arms ever. So I am very self-conscious about my arms. (Yes, I work out, but it doesn't matter. I could do tricep dips 5 times a day and I don't think it would matter.) So...back to what to wear?

Since I do happen to go out quite a bit, I see what people wear out, and I gotta tell you, I don't think I'd wear half of what I see. I've seen some real crazy outfits at those block parties. Seriously, people, why are you wearing stiletto heels to a block party???? Don't get it? Why are you wearing shorts or skirts where your ass cheeks hang out? Don't understand. Why are you squeezing yourself into something that clearly does not fit? Do you own a mirror? I'm sorry, I try not to be judgemental -- I really do -- but who wears leather pants? Being dead serious here, I need to know who in Erie, Pa., wears leather pants??? I don't think they are cool to go out in, let alone to wear in the workplace. Um, there was a girl at work who had on leather pants. A few of us just looked at each dumbfounded. And it's JULY 1st ---- come on!!! I'm about ready to call Stacey from "What Not to Wear!"

So, what to wear out Thursday night? Definitely not leather pants, not stilettos (I'm sure I'd fall), no flag tees. Maybe jean capris and flip flops? That's a casual girl out for a fun night, right? Tell me what you think.

Kids Ask, "When are you getting a new boyfriend?"

2008-06-29T18:37:00.000-07:00

My daughter is so funny. She is only 10, but acts like she's 17. Anyone who knows her and who's had a conversation with her knows exactly what I mean. And the girl is chatty! I realize she is a lot like her mother, but she is chatty and she is nosy! I have to really watch what I say.

So when she and my son came home from Disney last week they talked nonstop for nearly 2 hours telling me all about it. They were so cute and excited. Finally, Madison asked, "So, Mom, what did you do while we were gone? Did you have any fun?" I said, "Yes, I was quite busy and I did have fun." Then she wanted to know, "Did you meet anyone?" What a funny question for a daughter to ask her mother, huh? But she is obviously concerned about me, which is pretty nice. I told her that no, I did not meet anyone. My son pipes up, "When are you going to get a new boyfriend?" I said, "I don't know. It's not like I can run to Wal-Mart and pick one off the shelf." (Oh....if it were only that easy!) Then she asks AGAIN, "So, you didn't meet anyone?" I repeat, "Nope." Her disappointed response, "oooohhhhh..." I guess when I do meet someone they will be dancing on the ceiling!

On a serious note, I felt good that my kids were concerned about me in that way. I'm glad they are secure enough to not have to have mom to themselves all the time. They are willing to share me if it means I will be happier than I alrleady am. What a nice thing for your kids to want for you.
And I know that they really enjoy a man in their lives, too. The last two boyfriends I had were good with my kids and they enjoyed doing things all together with the boyfriends' kids. So did I. I know that my kids and I will have that again, but it may not be as quick as my next shopping trip!

I Want a Boyfriend Who Landscapes...

2008-06-25T19:08:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend, I put hours of work into my yard…again. Um, this is getting real old. It’s not that I mind cutting the grass, even doing some basic weeding and mulching, but I just don’t have time for all the work a nice looking lawn requires. I mean you have to weed wack and I don’t own one. You have to edge, I don’t own one of those either. Roto-tilling, what even is that?

So, as I’m slaving in the hot sun in the backyard pulling more weeds and trimming some overgrown bushes (which I paid someone to do last year, but for some odd reason, they seem like they were barely cut), I realize that it would be super advantageous to date a landscaper. I mean think about the benefits for a single mother such as myself! I had this whole fantasy in my head yesterday that I would be gone for a day and I would come home to my super hot landscaper boyfriend who surprised me by weeding the entire backyard, trimming the bushes, pulling out the dead bush in the corner and laying down mulch, oh and edging and weed wacking. Oh, yes, that would be fantastic! Now, I just need to find a landscaper, which brings me to my earlier entry about where to find single men…

Please help so I can collect research for an upcoming story I’m working on. Thanks!

Other boyfriend occupations that would be beneficial to have:

Massage therapist
Plastic surgeon
Pilot (whisk me away to an exotic location at the drop of a hat)
Chef
Florist (flowers for every occasion :))
Dentist (free whitening!)
Personal trainer
Sailor---or something with boats---love the water
Painter
Manager of Tiffany’s (or any jewelry store!)
Financial planner

Any other good ones you can think of? Post a comment.

Things Are Getting Fixed!

2008-06-22T17:03:00.000-07:00

I’m happy because things are getting fixed. See my earlier entry (A lot of Broken Things in One Day).

The grill is fixed, thanks to my friend Mike.
The patio table is fixed, thanks to my mom and me putting it back together.
The shoes are fixed, because I bought new ones (with a free voucher, thank you DSW).

Only thing left to fix is my love life. Not that it needs “fixed,” it just needs restarted.

A good friend of mine, Tonya, said she wished I wouldn’t look at singlehood as a death sentence (of course -- easy to say -- she is married). I explained it to her this way: “I know that it’s not a death sentence (obviously, because here I am still alive and kicking) and I am pretty happy. Really I am. I don’t feel like I HAVE to have a man, I just WANT one.” I just really love having a boyfriend.

And frankly, what’s wrong with wanting one? I’m not saying I can’t function. Of course I can. And pretty damn good, too. But everyone else has one, why can’t I? My life is full, yes, but there is one missing piece. I would like to find that missing piece. Hey, it’s just like this: I know I don’t NEED that ice cream, but boy do I want it. Same thing with me and a guy… sort of.

Ten Days of Freedom

2008-06-15T19:01:00.000-07:00

My kids are in Disney right now with their grandparents. How awesome for them, but sad for me.

I mean, at first the idea of my kids going on a trip for 10 days sounded sort of appealing to me, but that was when I had a boyfriend. I thought it would be a chance to spend some quality time together since I usually only saw him on the weekends. Then we broke up and I returned to single status. All of a sudden 10 days without my kids seemed soooooooo long. So far it's only been 2 days without them. And so far, I've been able to do whatever I've wanted without having to worry about anyone. Wow, what freedom!

Don't get me wrong, I love my kids to death (I've already talked and gotten texts from them about 6 times today), but things are always so hectic. Not this week. There will be no cooking (I hate cooking) or giving baths or going to soccer games or listening to the two of them fight. Nope, it's all about me this week. In fact, I've got every day this week booked. I'm going out to dinner and a movie on Tuesday, to the beach concert on Wednesday, block party on Thursday and Happy Hour on Friday. I also have a long "to-do" list of things I need to get accomplished around the house. I already worked in the yard today before heading to the beach. So I'm definitely not at a loss for things to do.

Before I know it, they'll be home and we'll resume our crazy routine, but for now...I guess I'm going to just relax and enjoy the break.

If Men Were Only More Like Cats...

2008-06-10T19:10:00.000-07:00

I'm convinced if we all had someone like my cat, Charlie, we'd be happier in our relationships.

Charlie is the most loveable cat ever (even though my friend Melissa has a different opinion!). He follows me around constantly and likes to get really close to me in bed. I mean ridiculously close to me--like he wants to sit on my neck. He can't lay next to me on the bed, he has to get right up in my face and he purrs super loud. OK, I'll admit I love the attention, but come on...enough is enough! Sometimes he drives me insane because he won't leave me alone. I feel smothered, literally!

But even though I sometimes kick him right out of my bed and shut the bedroom door so I can get some quality sleep without him biting my toes, he still loves me. He has no unreal expectations of me (in fact, he has no expectations of me, other than that I feed him and change his litterbox), and he definitely doesn't hold a grudge.

I think Charlie realizes he has it good. He was a barn cat for the first six months of his life then he came to me. Well, now it's like he's living in the Ritz and he truly appreciates me and loves me unconditionally.

So that made me think, can we learn how to be a better partner from our four-legged friends? Try it and then tell me what you learned and how it enhanced your relationship.

And stay tuned for some pictures of my adorable Charlie...

Sex and The City -- Perfect Movie for Single Girls

2008-06-09T19:49:00.001-07:00

Friday night in Erie, Pa., but New York City is all we have on the brain.

That's because the long awaited "Sex and the City" movie has hit theatres. My friend, Mary, organized a girls' night out to see the movie and then go out for martinis, just like our friends Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda would do.

In photo: Melissa, Alicia, Mary (the organizer) and me.

In preparation for the big event, I had to rent the final season of episodes to refresh my memory. Only problem was so was everyone else. After visiting three movie stories, I finally scored what I needed at Blockbuster. Then I was up until 12:30 both nights prior to the big outing. I had my fill of "Sex and the City," but I love those girls. For a second, it reminds that it's ok to be single. For a second, it makes me want to pack my bags and move to NYC, but then I quickly realize I can't afford $500 shoes like Carrie!

Anyway, here we are having a good night post Sex and the City.

Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are

2008-06-04T20:21:00.000-07:00

I'm going to be doing a story in Her Times about where single women can find single men. Problem is...I'm clueless! I can't write the article -- I have nothing to say about it because I'm at a loss, too. People ask me how to find guys. I don't have an answer!

So, I'm about to begin an investigative report to find out exactly the best hot spots to meet men.

Please, please, help me! Let me know where you met your man or where you seem to see a lot of eligible men. Thank you in advance for your help.

I Can Help You Market Yourself

2008-06-03T19:37:00.000-07:00

I was reading in my Glamour magazine that there are dating coaches out there in big cities who charge anywhere from $100 to $1,500 an hour. I thought, "WHAT??" One of the things they do is help you write your online dating profile. Now that may not sound like any big thing, but it's imperative you have a killer profile. After all, you are marketing one of the most important things -- you! And, let me tell you , I've done online dating twice and there are some people (I can only speak for the men) who really need some help creating their online profiles. Some of them have the cheesiest screen names, some come across desperate, some arrogant, some just weird. And there are lots and lots of typos. I just wanted to cringe everytime I saw one.

So, I got to thinking about it and realized that I would be great at doing something like that. I love people, I love to write and I am experienced in the whole online dating world being single myself.

I've already helped several friends with their profiles and really have a knack for doing it. I could do it for $25 an hour. So, if you or someone you know could benefit from my services, let me know. I'd love to help you sell yourself and find true love!

A lot of Broken Things in One Day

2008-05-29T18:49:00.001-07:00

My love life is definitely broken.

As if that wasn't enough, my shoes are broken, my grill is broken and the brand new patio furniture (table) I wrote about in my first blog entry is also broken. And that was just today.

I can't seem to figure out what's going on in my life. Why all the broken-ness? aarrhh....

New sandals from DSW broke when I was leaving work. I took them back, though, and received a credit voucher. My gas grill, which I've already used about 10 times this season, will not start. I don't know why. Just got a branch new tank about a month ago and I just can't seem to get that baby fired up. But the icing on the cake was when my mom and I started to put my new patio table together. We already put the chairs together (first entry) and then had to have a couple of men fix 'em. But, we are determined to get this table together. I was waiting for my deck to be stained and since the guy just finished the other day, I thought it was perfect to finally get the table out there with the chairs. The box with the table in it has been in my garage for nearly a month. We rip open the box ready to get 'er done, when I suddenly realize that one peice of the tile top is broken in two places, despite the elaborate packaging. I seriously wanted to cry. I just stood there. I didn't get mad (amazing for me). I just stood there. If you would know what a pain in the butt this whole ordeal has been, you would understand. And to think we were so close to having it completed and then this? I don't have a man to help...and the man had a pick up truck I need to return the table. Well, long story short...I called K-Mart and there is a toll-free number I can call to have Martha Stewart send me the piece of the tile top (because, OF COURSE, K-Mart had no more of my set in stock). I will call tomorrow and they better not give me any crap. I'm not in the mood.

I'm done with broken things for now I've decided. I'm in the FIXIN' mood now...so let's see what happens next!

It Sucks Being Dumped

2008-05-26T18:38:00.000-07:00

Well, the crappiest thing happened...I got dumped last week.

I don't know why I always seem to find myself on the receiving end, but it sucks. I just hope the next guy I'm with I get to dump. I hate being the rejected one!!!! (I'm kidding.)

The guy I was seeing for 10 months called me (he lives 45 minutes away) and said, "How do you think our relationship is going?" I knew right then and there he was about to tell me something I really didn't want to hear. I said, "Well, I thought it was going pretty well, but obviously, you feel differently."

Turns out he said he just doesn't have that connection with me. He likes me, cares about me (gee, thanks), likes being with me, but really can't see it progressing any further. He said he doesn't want to hurt me and keep me hanging on so it's best to end things. He knew I wanted something more and so I commend him for having the balls to do the right thing. We had a very civil 15 minute conversation and I was calm and cool (didn't even cry on the phonee -- woo hoo!). I said I really wasn't that surprised. After all, I had known for a while that he wasn't as invested in the relationship as I was. I guess I was hopeful things would change...or he would change and realize I was the love of his life. But I wasn't and things didn't change, so it's back to square one for me.

I hung up and felt sad. Sad because I knew I'd miss certain things about him and some of the things we used to do together. Sad because I'll miss his daughter and some of his family. Sad because I care about him and now I'll never talk to him again in my life. When people are in your life and then gone, that is just sad. But I felt a sense of peace, too, because I kind of new it would end like this. A sense of peace because I knew deep down I wanted more than he would ever be able to give me. (He was very guarded since his divorce and was really into "His" time). Now I'm free to find someone who wants the same thing as me...to have a serious relationship, to get remarried. Someone who can make me a priority. Someone who isn't afraid to open up completely to me.

Problem is, I just don't know how to find him...

Why is Everyone Married...But ME?

2008-05-19T14:48:00.000-07:00

It's a little habit I'm developed since being divorced -- the wedding ring scan.

It's totally a habit. Even when I'm in a relationship, I see a guy, I look at the hand to see if he's married. It may be the cable guy, the carpet installer, it doesn't matter who, I just look. I don't even know why. And even when I see a guy who doesn't have the ring on, I can't assume he is not married. NO, of course not. There are those guys who don't like wearing rings. There are the ones that can't because of their jobs (construction, etc.). There are those who probably don't want to be known as married.

What I realized is that practically everyone is married. But not me. Oh no, I'm living the single life, ain't it great?! Now, I'm a fan of embracing where you are in life at the moment, and if that means single, then enjoy being single. If you didn't catch my Her Times column on the subject, be sure to check it out. (I'm a freelance writer and have a Single Life Column in the Times' Her Times).

So I'm curious, it seems like so many men are married, but I know there must be some good single ones out there somewhere.

However, after five years of being single, I know what I want. I want to be married again. I want to have that kind of family life for my kids. I want someone who is there for me all the time and who I can talk to about just about anything. I want that person who understands and appreciates me. I want that level of commitment. Dating is great, but eventually, I know that is what I want.

One of my best friends is also divorced and we can't seem to find many ring-less men. I can't figure it out...where are they all hiding? So until I do happen to surprise myself and find a ring-less wonder, I'm still plugging along and filing my taxes "head of household." Oh, and still doing the wedding ring scan...

I'm Going Out Tonight! Woo Hoo!

2008-05-16T14:58:00.000-07:00

Do you regularly partake in Girls' Night Out (or Guys' Night Out)? You should!

Why? Well, because it's really good to laugh. And when I go out with the girls, that's all we do is laugh. I realize that I'm fortunate to have some time to myself when my kids are with Dad that I can go out, but even if you're married, you should still go out. Everyone needs to let loose sometimes. I am a firm believer in taking time for yourself and time for fun.

I wasn't even planning to go out tonight, but my friends and my mom (who happens to be very cool) pleaded with me to go see one of our favorite bands, The M80s (yes, I'm an '80s girl!). At first I thought I might go to see the guy I'm dating, but, apparently, he was not interested in seeing me tonight! Well, fine then! Since he was just going to chill with his daughter and did not invite me over, I thought..."I'm going out, I'm going out."

And since I just got my hair cut, I simply cannot go home to an empty house to watch recorded episodes of "Dancing with the Stars." I mean -- come on -- my hair never looks this good. (Why is that anyway? Why is always 10 times better when Sara does my hair? It's so soft and silky smooth. If only she could come over every morning and do my hair...). Anyway, as I was saying, it's a Friday night out in Erie, Pa.

So, let the party begin...

Putting Together Patio Furniture is NOT Fun!

2008-05-05T19:47:00.000-07:00

I'm a really independent person, however, I'm not handy at all. My ex-husband was very handy. When he left 5 years ago I was left floundering around and realized I was going to have to actually cut my own lawn. I had never cut grass in my life. Not because I was lazy, but because growing up, my mom and I lived in apartments. But now I'm a pro at cutting the grass.

My Dad passed away and I have no brothers (or sisters for that matter) or step dad. It's a good thing I have a lot of male friends or I don't think I would have made it this long being a single mom in my own house.

Yesterday, though, my mom and I set out to do the impossible -- put together my new set of Martha Stewart patio furniture. I figured we could definitely handle it.

Um, yeah, not so much!

It took us two hours to put together 2 swivel rockers. AND they are still not right. For some reason, I can't get the damn nuts screwed on to the bolt tight enough. I used the wrench that came with the furniture, however, it simply will not tighten up. I realize this is hard to understand because you have to see it. But nothing we did could get that baby screwed on.

I am not a patient person, so after two hours, I had had it. I don't care if it would have taken us 4 hours to put it together if it was done right. Then at least I could feel a sense of accomplishment like when it took me nearly 3 hours to put together my new TV stand. But, instead, we spent two hours and got nowhere. What a waste of my time! I was beyond frustrated. We were both beyond frustrated. Finally I said I'd find someone to help me. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought this was gonna be easy. Boy was I off base!

Ladies, if you got a handy man "handy," good for you. Hold on to him. And do you mind if I rent him by the hour?