Another New Year- kisses,cars and good health!

It has been some time since I've last posted. I don't think it's as much an issue of Facebook killing the blog, though most people who read my blog are my FB friends and they know what I'm up to. Except I am most definitely not as frank on FB as I am here. Obvious reasons.

So at the moment, I've got viral diseases infecting my laptop and need a fully trained IT professional to suss out the problems. It's not pretty. The virus scan programme can't even get in to do its job the thing is such a mess.

The offspring known as Rebel Junior most definitely had something to do with this, and I've got to cut her off the use of my machine. I talked to XSU about getting her a new laptop and even found a guy at work selling off his, but apparently, XSU wasn't suitably impressed enough or thought the price was too high. So now, push will come to shove as I won't allow RJ to touch my Dell once it is fixed.

And speaking of viruses, Rebel, seems to have caught something. I spent the better part of today running her between the clinic and the drug store collecting meds and cooking soup.

In fact I am spending far too much time in my beater of a Taurus running both girls around places. I am rather tired of it, but can't figure out a way to make it stop. Rebel needs a car and can't afford one, the loser BF can't either and he contines to have no shame in how he operates. His latest scheme is to take a private investigator's course and get a license until I showed him the Canadian Tire ad - they're looking for PIs - at minimum wage. So he wasn't impressed.

I've been chatting with the widower neighbour but purposely stayed away during the holidays. It's his first without his wife and even if he says he's done with the grieving process, I don't see how a holiday like Christmas doesn't mean something. We've talked about a lot of things, but not his marriage and relationship with his wife. It's on my agenda. Having said that, we both enjoy martinis, scotch, great beers and food and hell, if that's not enough to get a friendship started, then what else is?

So to those of you who come round every now and again..... Happy New Year - with wishes for good health and happiness as we go into 2011. Perhaps I'll catch you - some of you any way - under the mistletoe some time. Wink wink and a Marilyn Monroe kiss to ya.

Wordless Wednesday

Foo Martonis, no, Four martonis, no four martinis and a date.

I had a lovely weekend. Probably because there was a man involved. And for a change, it wasn't the XSU man but the neighbour down the street man. The very nice widower. As I was walking the dog earlier in the week, Mr W was out admiring his new Ford Fiesta - men and their cars - and we started to chat. He asked me if it was martini time yet and I thought what the hell, Sure it is! And the next thing I knew I had an invitation for drinks on Saturday at 4 ish.

Well, as the day and time grew closer I started to panic somewhat. I mean this was kinda like a date. A real date. First time in over 25 years really. And as I freaked out, and hyperventilated and paced I realized that this was kind of silly. So I fired up the ole interwebs and had a conversation with The Blonde via Facebook IM and managed to clear my head and calm myself down. Thank goodness for a helpful girlfriend at the right time.

I figured okay... 4 ish... not dinner - I'd be home by 7 ish or so. A couple of drinks and I'd be done. So I did the make up, fluffed up the hair, put on the good jeans. Perfume? No perfume. Not this time. And walked myself over the Mr W's house up the street.

And seven hours, four martinis, and a little sushi later, I walked myself home. Had a really good evening. If I recall, that's what first dates are all about. Getting to know the other person, finding common interests and enjoying each others company. His wife's death, my separation, our work, music we like, talk talk talk. A lot of talk. With a lot of gin, and a tad of food (thank goodness for the perogies I ate just before I went over there) I had..... a good time. I believe we might do it again. Mr W kept saying, we should have had dinner, we should have had dinner. But of course by the time we figured that out we were probably both too liquored up to go anywhere. A couple of hugs and a kiss at the door on the way out. I'd do that again.

Only thing was, I got home and had to go straight to bed as the fresh air kicked in and had me buzzing. Getting up Sunday morning, I must have had a gallon of water to deal with the dehydration.

Nothing like a martini or four to keep the weekend right. And a real man.