I’ve never even heard of this guy. (but I’m mildly hot.)

Who Should Paint You: Alfred Gockel

All American yet funky, you inspire an artist’s imagination And while not everyone will understand your portrait, you will!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

You Are More Mild Than Wild

You’re confident, and you really aren’t concerned with how “hot” you are. Other people’s ideas of what’s sexy don’t concern you. And this is exactly what makes you attractive.

Are You Hot?

An Ode to Tracy on her Birthday

Tracy is someone who goes after new business
Sometimes if she’s hungry she feels a bit listless

She is so happy when she gets a new meeting
And sometimes at happy hour she does the treating

Tracy adores her sweet husband, John David
She tends to prefer light-buttered popcorn to flavored

A loyal friend to dogs, her true love is her Hogan
And with her we are working up a new NuvaRing slogan

Do not mess with Tracy when she is in new business mode
Please join me in best wishes with this, her first birthday ode!

Life is around you and in you

I have this necklace. I bought it for myself a few years ago.

Let me backtrack. For years I was that girl… you know her… wore a lot of black and purple, and everyone gave me moon and star candle holders. For years and years this was me.

And my friend Albert began bringing suns into the mix. Deliberately giving me representations of the sun. And I really understood and connected to the need for that energy. I also began seeking more earth tones in my wardrobe and in my world in general.

So about three years ago I found this necklace, and it glowed like the sun, and there is a part of me that almost has to (still) force myself to desire this look, this feel.

Magical dishes that dance for no reason

Okay, the yahoo crisis has passed. I don’t know what was going on… on my computer at work, I couldn’t get into yahoo, or if I did it was only for a few moments and then I’d be bumped. But then I checked on a co-worker’s computer, and SHE was in HER yahoo account just fine, but it still bumped ME. So this may continue at work… but at least I’m okay from home.

Moving on…

My moods. I keep on discussing them. In here, with Dr. J., with most anyone who will listen. They only really reveal themselves at work. Mostly because, as I’ve noted, I’m often alone when I’m not at work, and these moods are steeped in agitation; generally with other people; generally people with whom I am having a conflict. This is mostly at work.

I bring this up because while some people see them up close and personal; my moods, others only hear about them.

you couldn’t tell… that I’d been cry-y-y-y-ing over you

I haven’t been able to get into yahoo all day! Me cut off from emails is not pretty.

I feel so bad I’ve got a worried mind

It turns out

that I get very very lonely when I spend a lot of time alone.

And I happen to spend a lot of time alone.

I am a nearly 42 year old woman and I am just figuring this out.

Like, just last night, I figured this out.

Don’t be angry, don’t be sad.

Last night I dreamed I was with a new lover. This is someone I know; someone with whom I flirt but with whom there is no real intention. Someone who has a girlfriend. A serious, full-time, nonpolyamorous, normal girlfriend. I am friends with this couple, in real life. She is a friend.

And now in this dream we keep kissing. It is horizontal kissing… kissing designed to lead to more.

Exhilarating and excrutiating and chemistry lessons (#11)

This last weekend with Joe was interesting.

I hadn’t been to his place in over two months, after a long stint of me being the one (almost exclusively) to visit him. I traveled, for the first time, by train. That was a bit of an ordeal, because everything was so unfamiliar to me (and so okay I got on the wrong train and had to do a whole transfer shmegeggy and there was a bit of upset accompanying that move) but overall it was a good way to travel. Next time would be much smoother, and except for the fact that it’s like evil expensive, it’s a good option to have.

But it was great being back on his turf. Because I really like his turf. There are things about it that I don’t like, such as the fact I have to wear like three layers of clothes and sometimes a hat and gloves just to be in the kitchen, but I enjoy the space and how things feel and smell and I love his bedroom and his bed and his kitty and it was great to be there.

And the big bouquet of red-tipped roses were on my nightstand, and I nearly cried. When did I become such a… a girl? geez.

Two bouquets.

 

Joe comes back swinging.

St. Valentine’s Day self-massacre

Wednesday night (Valentine’s) I came crashing down. It was very sad. I am sad for me that this can happen.

Joe and I have been great, as I continually and perhaps boringly report. He was actually considering driving up here during the week to hang with me until (what is now) tonight, when we would drive down to his place together after I got out of work. The plan that was already in place is for me to, for the first time, take a train down, so it would have saved me one train ticket, and given us a little double adventure, and I am delighted to know he really was thinking about it. (He ended up having work–he freelances–which is why it didn’t happen.) I have been undeniably radiant lately with confidence in this relationship. I still have no assurance of where it ends up, but where it is gets better, and I have not found myself questioning where I stand with him.

’til Wednesday night.