Gotta love friday . . .

I get every other friday off and believe me, it does a body good! To not have to do the daily routine is a blessing. Plus, right now work is stressing me out. I have felt like we're functioning in crisis mode for over 3 months now. It's bizarre and I look forward to any time off I can get.

So, on my fridays off, there are so many things I enjoy doing....lets start w/:

Sleeping in....I get up at 5:00 every morning and when I get to sleep in 'till 7:30/8:00ish, I'm a happy girl. It's amazing how those extra couple of hours rejuvenate ones mind.

Sitting in my swing, drinking my coffee....I love to wake up, make my coffee and sit in my backyard porch swing. Many times I'll read for hours on that swing, if I don't have anything else to do. My boys did so good with that mothers day gift two years ago.

Zoom, Zoom....I love my Mazda 3. She's so hot, and driving her is almost orgasmic. I speed and I swear I understand why race car drivers get addicted (I'm all about taking fast turns too). Now I'm not into NASCAR and the such just because it's too loud, but I understand the need for speed. Plus, my car has the best sound system - I blast my music (all of this when I'm by myself of course).

Hit the movies....Yes, I'm hooked on the big screen. I can go by myself or mostly, I try to take my mom since she loves to go too. And yeah, I like the sappy love stories more than anything else. But a good comedy works too. (Small popcorn, extra salt and butter and a cola Icee.)

Shop 'till I drop....I'm a shopaholic and it's my mothers fault...she's just as bad. I love it all....Jewelry, shoes, clothes, housewears, music....it doesn't matter. It's all good.

Dinner at a good restaurant....I don't usually eat dinner during the week (we eat out at lunch just about every day), so I like to eat out at a good restaurant at least once a week and enjoy an amazing dinner. Seafood or steak is my preference and always with a glass of wine. Tonight though, we're hanging at Fag's so we're at her mercy with what we get fed tonight....

did I mention sleeping in.....have a great weekend everyone!

Mattie . . . .

So my bud, Mr. Matt, told me yesterday at lunch that I haven't ever mentioned him on my blog....well maybe not specifically by name, but he has been mentioned.

Matt is Chris' nephew and is my friend and confidant. He's goorgeeeeous and soooo sweet (if I were a girl.....*sigh*). His ex is crazy stupid for letting him go because talk about "the catch of the day." Seriously....he's talented, he's tall, he's a thinker, he's an amazing dad, he's compassionate, he loves his family and friends, he surrounds himself with positive people (namely us *smile*) and he's just a nice guy.

He asked Chris, Pat and I to go to lunch yesterday. His choice was St. Claire's Winery and needless to say, we enjoyed us some local vino. I had their white merlot (his suggestion) and it was excellent. But this is how cute/sweet he is. When he took us back home, he gave Pat and I each a new bottle of wine....the same one we had been drinking at the restaurant. See....soooo sweet.

Shout out Mattie . . . . love you babe!!!

I'm not a sap, but I'm feeling sappy . . .

I had an email from a friend today asking me what was wrong. He didn't think that I seemed happy.

How can this special man who hasn't seen me or talked to me on a daily consistant basis, know that something was wrong?

Something is wrong. I'm hung up on a man who isn't hung up on me. Yeah, we flirt and we hug and we email and we go to lunch and we do all the things that on the surface make a girl feel like there could be something, but there isn't.

Why do men do that? Why lead someone on if there isn't anything. I've had most of my friends tell me that he's playing with me...he's liking the attention that I give him. But why? Why want my attention if you're not interested?

I've asked and no one has told me HOW to stop caring. He's been the first man I've been interested in since my divorce over ten years ago. So HOW do I cut him off? I don't want to do this anymore. I want to be someones yes and not someones maybe. So HOW? I'm asking for help here. How do I turn it off? And believe me...I've tried, but I suck at this not caring thing.

Same old shit, different day . . .

Do you ever just get tired of the same old shit....wake up at 5:00 (or in my case 2:30 since I haven't been sleeping well), get ready for work, drive to work, come in to work, start coffee, turn on computer, open all the programs you use for the day, go to fridge and get half and half for coffee, warm it at microwave, get water in giant mug, come back to desk and fix the perfect cup of coffee, read blogs (sometimes blog), start working since by this time everyone else starts showing up, and then it's lunch time.....work, work, work, then it's time to go home. Sometimes, I get calls from my girls (3ish yesterday) telling me they're sneaking out early, do I wanna come??? HAH......does a bear.....

I want a new daily routine....one that lets me sleep 'till 8ish/9ish, one that lets me roll over and someone is smiling at me with that look....ok, I know there isn't anyone to give me that look but damn, it's my fantasy....anyway, after we do the deed, we stroll through the day....I don't know how I'd make money at this point, but since I'm living in lala land right now, I'm thinking that "someone special" won't want me to work....yeah, I'll just be his beck and call girl....(did I just call myself a call girl????) :)

Ok, time to wake up....random I know....so sue me for daydreaming, since I'm not night dreaming lately! See what no sleep produces....

It's only Saturday???

I'm tired, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Went to a party Tuesday night and met 24 young men who were in from Nashville for training. Since my girl Pat had the hook up, we all benefited. The next night, we all met again and went dancing. I'm not a country western dancer, but a girl can compromise....sometimes. Worked the next morning, but left early in the afternoon because I had to meet the same gals for a Los Lonely Boys concert at Sandia Casino. That concert was so fun - it was a perfect night for an outdoor concert. We went inside the casino after, and danced till the piggies hurt!

Yesterday was pretty special. My brother in law got sworn in as a district court judge. He's amazing and everything he's set out to do, he's done. So, I hung out w/my ex yesterday. It was good seeing him, talking to him, laughing w/him. At one point at the reception, he leaned in to me with his arm around my waist and said "I've always loved you Nettie." "I know," I said, and "it's mutual." Too bad huh...

Today I'm heading to Rose's house to celebrate her b-day. Day at the pool, dinner and movie tonight. More relaxing.....relaxing's good.....we love relax....I need to relax.

By the way, my engineer burned me another cd and I'm now liking Rascal Flats. Who would of thunk....

The dog whisperer . . .

Last night, I went to sleep watching Mr. Cesar Millan (aka: the dog whisperer - he's a genius), and apparently he invaded my sleep. I dreamt about him and some dog I don't own. How weird. But as I was thinking about this dream, I started thinking, why can't I become the "person" whisperer? You know, kinda like how Cesar does his Jedi mind tricks. Why can't I do that with the people around me.

My boss walks in and tells me he needs reports for a 2:00...

I put out my hand first and say "shttttttt" (just like Cesar)...

My boss heels, and I wave my hand and tell him (now you know I'm incorporating both his technique and the Jedi masters technique here), "you don't want me to run these reports....you want to run them yourself....and while you're at it, you want to put me in for an on the spot award." He walks away telling himself "why did I bother Ms. A with this trivial stuff...she works so hard...I need to put her in for an award."

Or than engineer I've been wanting....to ask me out....:)

He walks in my office and starts to tell me about his day....

I put out my hand first "shtttttt"

He heels, and I wave my hand and tell him "you don't want to tell me about your day....you want to tell me how nice I look and how good I smell....and before you know it, you're asking me out on an official date, not lunch!!" He walks away asking himself "why haven't I kissed this girl....kiss....why haven't I asked this girl to marry me - she's perfect?"

or my mom . . .

She calls and starts with how I haven't called or visited....

"shhhtttttt.....you don't want to tell me off.....you want to tell me how you thought of me when you bought that new turquoise necklace, and now feel the need to give it to me".....

oh yeah....

I'm liking this new power....who would you use it on??

I probably shouldn't . . . .

but, I'm gonna...post while I'm intoxicated...I will have several of my friends shake their heads....but, it won't be the first time.

I went out with my Vegas girls tonight and by the grace of God, I'm home safe. I'm still buzzed and should not have driven home, but I've always pushed the limit. I don't know why, but dogology did remind me last night that I have a rebellious side.

I do.

I've had it since I was a sophomore in high school. If you do the math, it's been over 30 years. It started the summer of '76, when my cousin Geri (aka Jetz...as in Benny and the Jetz), took me to the beach and got me drunk on Tyrolia wine. I started lying to my parents that year. I lied to them about my first true love, Harry Cash, my sophomore year. Why....because he was black. My parents raised me believing that we were all equal, but in my heart I knew they wouldn't approve.

They didn't.

But Harry taught me something that my parents could never teach me. He taught me to love with my heart and not be afraid of the color of our skin. I wish I knew where he is - how he is...if he's happy. He impacted my life. I wonder if he even knows how much. He was the best kisser. I think he started my love/fetish for lips.

I've made lots of mistakes with men in my life, but loving Harry wasn't one of them. I honestly didn't start writing this post with him in mind, but for whatever reason, I'm dedicating this moment to him....

much love HC....I hope you're well....