Ok, how boring am I. I'm reading instead of sleeping. For this I am going to pay.
I would have been asleep, but I could hear my neighbors fucking. It didn't sound like it was any good. Those assholes have finally stopped, but I'm way too uptight for words.
This weekend... Well, it's over and it's as always too short (even though it was a three day weekend). I dread Mondays. I wish I had played the lottery. Just to make myself feel better. I know I'd never win, but a girl can dream.
Went to dinner with my friend, Meena and Zoe. Meena used to go out with my ex. He left his cell in my car once and called me from her phone. I missed the call and didn't recognize the number and I called her back. We talked a bit. She seemed pretty cool.
I was trying to reach him once and called that number. We talked more. They had broken up. She's as much a dumbass for dating him as I was (she loaned him $400 to fix his tires). We get along pretty well. We both have the realization that we were duped. What you see isn't always what you get.
Meena went with me to the concert and hung out a bit this weekend. Zoe likes her. They draw together and glue.
I phoned the bodybuilder/movie critic on our way to the restaurant to see if he wanted to join us. I was just curious to meet him. He's very interesting, but I don't think he's my type. I am taller than he is by more than a few inches, but he's really good looking. And he's fascinating. Way too smart, but that's my type now.
I like it that he's seen more movies than me. (I'm a movie junkie). He doesn't body build anymore, but is going to be in this 200 mile canoe race. How cool is that. I didn't get to talk to him all that much because Zoe had to go to the bathroom at the restaurant... twice.
Alas, no sparks though. I'm sure it's because I'm so missing Dr. E. Still no return email. Fuck, when will I really be able to admit that it's over? Maybe when I actually see his face in person. Dammit.
Babysat the under 3 crowd Sunday. It was exhausting, but my brother in law fixed me a drink that set me right. Just one, but it was tasty. Made $100. Spent nearly all of it at the grocery store. No eating out this week.
Cooked a bunch today. If you want the recipe for Chicken with Mustard Cream sauce, send me a message. It's excellent.
Went to the outdoor concert. Saw Jewel. The girl can sing. Zoe mostly wanted to swing on the playground. It was annoyingly hot. Thank God I wore long sleeves, otherwise I'd be burned to a crisp. Holy Hell it was hot.
Saw Kelly Clarkson. I think she only sang two songs. We were on our way out. Zoe climbed up this fence and was yelling "Hey Kelly." We were over 500 feet away, and I know that she couldn't have heard us, but it was just pretty darned cute. My kid amazes me.
She stirred the mustard and cream today. Adorable.
We went swimming. Damn, I am white. Probably even whiter than Eugenegue. I stayed up and read that whole journal. I can relate to the white socks story. It's funny, so if you haven't read it... read it.
Zoe likes the pool. Thank God for some of her dad's genes. She tans. She has the cutest bikini - blue with white flowers. I'll live my bikini life vicariously through her because my bathing suit is ugly and horrible. I don't care. I swam ten or so laps with her hanging on my back like a monkey. I miss swimming.
I am glad she has the ear tubes in her ears as her ear infections were excrutiating to her and painful for me (waking up every hour on the hour for months). But I wish I could teach her to swim. I learned when I was 2 or 3. All kids should learn to swim.
Zoe likes meatloaf. I made some for fun. Sheesh, I'm writing about meatloaf. I'm sorry I'm such a lameass. Oh, but of course... YES, I STILL SUCK.
Ok, midnight. No fun stories really. Life without Dr. E seems boring. I haven't shaved my legs in a few weeks. I think I'll go another three years without sex. Damn, Dr. E.
We won't mention him again.
I fully plan to goof off all day tomorrow. Looks as if I'm going to have to drink some coffee.
Fucking neighbors and their fucking. Fuck!