Summer's Come

Well, here we are now into June--I can hardly believe it!! Kids are outta school, days are hot and humid--Please, God, just a little rain??--and life moves on.

Job is going so-so..we "ran out of work" for a few days since my supe went to urgent care and was sent from there to ER--she'll be all right, but she was quite ill. I just don't know with what. I figured she'd end up at the hospital when she came to tell us she was heading off--she just looked SO sick--I was truly worried.

Dani has been to see Josh ~cringe, shudder~ Yes, I allowed my kiddo to travel to CT to see him. Apparenty things went well. I refuse to ponder on non-touristy activities. Yeah, I am her mother--I am also a realist and so long as they are careful--well--I won't delve into that. I don't gotta like it, just accept it as a part of growing up, I suppose and try to remember when I was 17 and not so innocent.

So aside from work and kids--things are going all right. ~chuckle~ Life somehow manages to toss you into the fray and then give you a fleeting glimpse of the exit and a "catch me if you can" flip, then sit back and watch the fun and games. I could be wrong, however, but I don't think I am. Life is definitely a sadist and we, it's masochistic followers, regardless of our personal orientations.

I am at Starla and John's again this weekend. I wonder if they're getting sick of me yet? No apprearence of that yet, so I am not yet wearing out my welcome. We did pics this weekend. I am "modeling" some of their products on their website. ~grins~ Some were more fun than others, but I enjoyed them all. Some I wouldn't mind trying again in other circumstances. ~blush, sheepish grin~

Starla posted to her blog about me. Poor thing worries about me. Says that I am cynical and jaded. This is news? I have been saying that for a number of years, now. She wants me to find a man. Well, I am not exactly adverse to the idea, yanno. I don't swing toward the female of the species and I am darned sick and tired of being alone. Kids, for all that I love them--just don't count. Starla seems to think I want a knight in shining armour. Nope. They are nice to dream about and read about in one or another of my trashy novels, but again, I live in the real world and know there is no such thing. But is it too much to ask for someone that can see past the mask? The cynicism and sarcasm that I excel at, many times? To look past the greying hair and the fullness of my hips, etc? I don't understand why people are so caught up in the package. I am comfortable in my own skin--all of it and yes, I do think I could use improvement. I am a human being and more, I am FEMALE! I cannot name a single woman of my aquaintance that is completely happy with her appearance, even when they are comfortable with it. In their heart of hearts, there is something they would change, remove or otherwise disguise out of prominence.

So yeah, I am looking--albeit half-heartedly and all in seriousness. I miss having someone to share things with, someone to talk to, a pair of arms to simply hold me and be allowed to hold in return, yanno? Of course, being me, there are other things I have to have and purest Vanilla just isn't a flavor I am willing to accept. No way, nu-uh, not on your life, buddy! Been there, done that, have the T-shirt, the hat and the bumper sticker, to boot. I like Neopolitan, thanks, or maybe Moosetracks ~yummm~ Tin-Roof-Sundae? ~chuckle~ I think I also need an ice cream fix ~sigh~

Anyway, C'est la vie, n'est ce pas? What will happen, will happen and I just want to be careful that I don't miss the ride.

A' Bientot

-Miki