Sorry, been a little awol lately, blame it on lots of work (which is a very good thing), getting that tv project off and running (which, maybe a few months down the road, right now, it’s one giant pile of “to-do”) and a kind of late breaking, too-good an offer to turn down that has me hunkered down turning my brain to pudding nightly which, hopefully will result in a handy dandy, dare I say almost amazing announcement in the near future, so keep posted. In the meantime, share some fairy dust with me, massive piles of reading and to-do lists galore.
Howaboutwe.com is a handy dandy website with a great personality and I dug it until I got a scalding email from a friend today. . .calling me out as both a victim and a perpetrator. Noted. The link is being cranky but visit the site to read “The Five Signs You’re a Filler Girlfriend” . . . (wish the good old ellipses had dramatic music here). It’s a disease, apparently, and I have it. I have filler boyfriends too which further complicates things. Yes, I have been to countless Marine Corps Balls (I have a brigade of spare gowns, matching shoes, purses and wraps and my Ball Gown article on here, most hits of any of my blog posts), weddings. . .and even a holiday dinner with a guy friend who’s main squeeze at the time was too atrocious to meet the parents so I was drug in as a stand-in.
I have standing lunch, dinner, golf dates, movie nights, range afternoons (ok, admittedly, you do have way more fun toys) with fellas I guess I’d describe (and ditto in return) as a friend. I’d say I was feeling used if I didn’t do it in return. Work functions, occasional holiday party stand-ins, moving sofas, hanging curtains. . .you fellas are the greatest. I love that you know how I like my steak, send food back that I am allergic to, remember my birthday, ask about my family. . .however. . .thinking it’s time that I throw myself to the wolves instead of using you or letting you use me as a security blanket.
I have a wedding in the near future. As a guest. You can exhale now. I know my pals want me to be there to share their special day, but also know that for a golf resort wedding, I am being brought in as “fun single friend.” Which means I’m not bringing another date who will attend to me all night, pose for silly pictures, humor me with a dance or two, pull out chairs, open doors and refill wine with out being asked. Wouldn’t it be nice to share a fun, lavish weekend with a pal, yup, however, that doesn’t get you near a groomsman. . .or anyone else for that matter.
Apparently, the best part of being single is occasionally showing folks that you are, indeed, single. So I’ll work on that. Right after dinner tonight.
In the meantime, enjoy a treasure I found. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EOSDOA0tCs&feature=player_embedded#at=65 Yes, this is at the close of a blog post with a magic wand at the intro, please don’t color yourself surprised.