Cemetery, cont.

The Great Cemetery Theft 2009 has yet to be solved.

The culprit(s) have covered their stealing little tracks well.

I feel like I am now an expert on different headstones since I have scoured the country in search of the missing yellow flowers.

They were pretty, but they were just yellow flowers.

Update on dating. Like you care.

Still dating J. He just had a birthday so for a few months I will not be a Cougar.
J. is not bald. Far from it. He has a headful of black hair. He loves his hair, so he will not be embracing baldness anytime soon.

However, he does wear a uniform (Beachy Mimi biting knuckles, again), and for dates and stuff he wears Wranglers and Cowboy Boots. I love it!

He is very adamant that he is NOT a cowboy, and would never EVER cover his beautiful hair with a hat.

He grooms. He keeps his vehicle spotless. He cleans. He organizes. He makes lists of EVERYTHING.

I, on the other hand, do not make lists anymore. I just wing it. Could be a problem.

One bad habit that J. has is the occasional curse word. I now have a jar and everytime one slips he has to pay me $1. If he EVER says one in front of my family it is $5 and up.

I look at it like community service. A, I'm making some shoe money and, B, perhaps helping him break a bad habit. Heh Heh

See you later, Peeps!

Greetings from the Sand

It is a study in FRUSTRATION to try to get anything posted from the Love Shack. The internet service flicks on and off...mostly off.

Still in Florida with PU and the Sibling and Wife. Wife is an excellent cook so I manage to be...elsewhere when cooking time comes. I clean up. With Sibling supervising. It's just the older brother-younger sister thing.

We are watching a 20 hour marathon Western from the '70's for our entertainment. Yeah.

G. calls everyday. I'm thinking of giving him a small chance through Valentine's Day because there is no time to cultivate another relationship between now and then..

He did try to appease me by telling me I had lips like Angelina Jolie. Hahahahahhehehehehehehhohohohohohohohhahahaha. Of course I choose to believe him!

I expect a big welcome home and big Valentine's hoopla. If he doesn't deliver...adios fungus toes!

Sorry, Evil Beachy Mimi just appeared for a moment.

I know Nothing

And that's a fact.

I had a great birthday dinner with the Queen and the family and a later date with G.

It's all goood. G. is two years older than Moi. We're just having fun right now.

I am not doing New Year Resolutions this year. I never keep them, anyway, so why put myself through the agony of thinking them up and then the depression of knowing good and well I won't even attempt to do them.

Makes sense to me.

Getting ready to to to Florida with PU for a couple of weeks. MUST be back by Valentine's Day...and G. better pony up with a fun, romantic date.

Did I tell you I checked out G.'s toes? I have this thing about men's toes. They must be clean and groomed.

So, after we left the restaurant Saturday night....
BM: "G. I have something important to ask you."
G.: "O....K......
BM: "I need to see your toes."
G.: "Excuse me?"
BM: "I need to see your toes."
G.: "My...toes?" hahahahahahahah harharhahar tee heee
BM: "Strip off the socks, buddy"
G.: Removes socks from feet and holds them up for inspection.
BM: Inspects toenails carefully.
G: Still laughing uncontrollably
BM: "Well, you pass"
G: "And if I hadn't?" hahahahahahaha
BM: "You would now be talking to yourself." Bwahahahahahahahaah
G.: "Of all the things...and you want to see my TOES?" teeheeteeheeteehee
BM: "Toenails tell me Alot. ALOT.

Current score: Kissing G. Passing with flying, soaring colors
Toes G. Very nice, pleasantly surprised

I'll keep you updated on the next test.