GrandmaCookin'.

It's raining, again. But it doesn't bother me so much because it's a spring rain. :)

And, I'm cooking. Which makes me feel all cozy. I love cooking dinner "like grandma used to make".

Beef Chuck Roast, that you dredge in seasoned flour, and then brown in an iron skillet. I added onions and beer. I've never added any liquid to a roast before, but I read somewhere about adding beer, so I thought I'd try it. I'll put a lid on the skillet and put it in the oven. In a few hours, I'll add carrots & potatoes. When Magnum gets home, we'll have the roast, carrots, potatoes...green beans w/bacon, creamed corn, and a yummy mayo salad (lettuce, tomato, hard boilded egg, Miracle Whip, salt & pepper, and a touch of milk). I can't wait.

In other news, a lady at the laundry mat got to talk to JDRW last night. He filled her in all about dragons & ticks, and then she coughed and JDRW instructed her on how to cough properly into her elbow, not her hand because she'd spread germs. :) Just before she left she came over and said, "you have a very well behaved son". I was so proud.

I think in my ambien stupor last night I might have told Magnum that he didn't have to go to Boston with me next time. That's so funny.

And, that's all I got for now...I think? Yeah, that's it.

Happy Easter & other nonsense.

Happy Easter Everyone. :)

Today I got some "hate" texts, that really kinda threw me for a loop. Let me explain as simply as possible.

How can I put it simply? Ugh.

So, let's start here...I've been chatting, emailing, texting with New Girl for about a month. It's been good, or so I thought. We just made tentative plans on Friday, to go see a movie together...after weeks of going back and forth, back and forth about the monogamous, polyamory thing.

A little background to the story...

So a few weeks ago, I realized that New Girl & Lucy know each other. At some point, I guess I said, of all the girls New Girl could date, I wished she wouldn't date Lucy. (Although, I do not remember saying this? I figured I probably said something along the lines of "1500 girls at derby and the one you know, is her...blah blah blah.)

Anyway, so this morning I get these viscious little texts from Lucy reprimanding me for telling New Girl she couldn't date Lucy. WTF? I mean really? Do I even have that power??

New Girl has consistently said she wasn't dating or seeing or interested in dating or seeing Lucy...so...I dunno...now I'm getting angry texts out of the blue from Lucy?

I don't get it.

Either way, I'm not talking to New Girl anymore. I can't stand the "she said, she said" drama.

For the record tho...I didn't try to make anyone angry. And, Lucy called me fake? I don't even get that...but she's certainly entitled to her opinion.

I'm a wee bit disappointed in the fact that New Girl would go tell Lucy that I said they couldn't date? I mean...even if I did say that...and don't get me wrong, in all of the banter, I very well could have...why did she need to mention it to Lucy? Not that it was a secret, but I dunno. It just seems kinda silly.

Oh well. New Girl = Fail.

I'm gonna quote the texts here...just to get it off my chest.

Her: So I have a question for you.
Me: K
Her: Who the hell do you think you are? Like honestly. To tell a girl I grew up with, someone I've known since I was a child, that she could date anyone except me. Who the fuck do you think you are? You're married. How about you get a fucking clue?
Me: What are you talking about?
Her: If a girl tells you she doesn't want you, get it thru your head. Stop freaking people out.
Me: Who told me she didn't want me? (Like at this point, I wasn't sure who she was talking about herself or New Girl?)
Her: You are such a fake person. It's really sad.
Me: Ok. (Because, what the hell else am I gonna say?)
Me: Sorry, I totally didn't mean to make anyone angry. I'm not even gonna talk to her anymore.

And, interspersed in there was a convo with New Girl, during which I asked if she told Lucy she couldn't date her, to which she answered yes. Then I told her I was getting some hate texts. Then I told her to leave me alone. I mean, because really, why all the drama?

I hate feeling stupid, and that's just kinda how I feel now. I've tried really hard to be open and honest with New Girl. And, she kept insisting that there was nothing between her and Lucy. But obviously, there must be something or why else would Lucy get so pissed? And, I don't like being called fake, because I try really hard not to be fake and to be open and honest with people? Maybe I'm not tho? Maybe I think I am, but other people just think I'm a big ol' fake cheeseball with boobs. I dunno.

Oh, girls. What? The? Hell?

More.

I want more. I don't want a lot. But I want more...I want to be more "my". It makes me feel good. Really really good.

Feet.

Two things real quick...

First JDRW was absolutely fascinated when I told him he could go outside without shoes on today. Seriously fascinated. He almost didn't understand. :) And he's a very smart boy.

And, I love watching him run through the yard barefooted...and seeing his extremely grimey feet...feet that are so dirty that when he steps in the shower there are instant mini mud puddles. It's awesome. :)

HPBF.

Only happy blogs today. That's the rule. Happy Perky Bouncy.

Do we all love to be wanted? :) I mean, I'm usually the wanter...but it feels so dangerously good to be the wanted.

And do we all want to be special? Let me 'splain. Like, do we all like to have that "special" relationship with people? Like, Ney is the person I call when I'm excited (or when I need to confess my sins). :) And...I dunno...there are just different people that offer different degrees of happy and knowing that that person holds a special place for you...just for you...is pretty cool. I don't have a lot of those people, but the ones I do, I really really enjoy. Really.

Yesterday someone referred to me as "My Eva". I can't even begin to explain how much I love that. Makes me flippy.

Happy Perky Bouncy Flippy.

DoYouSmellThat?

My cultural anthro class smells horrible. I almost couldn't sit there last night. It smelled like old stinky man and salami. It was nasty. And, there's a girl that sits next to me...omfuckingg...I have never in my life heard anyone eat popcorn so disgustingly as she did...and rattle the bag...lets not forget about her fucking rattling her bag. Then, after she was done, she licked her fucking fingers like they were the tastiest things she's ever had in her mouth. She disgusts me.

There was more to write but my head is aching.

Hippo.

I say "I wish I had a hammock." Magnum says "I wish I had such a tiny problem." GRRRRRR. It's a beautiful day. I was simply saying how lovely it would be to have a sweet little nap in a hammock in this incredible sunshine. Wouldn't it be nice & refreshing if he'd say "hmmmm that sounds nice. I could bring you lemonade and you could read your new book." It's infuriating. I heard yesterday that "happy" in a marraige lasts for about the first 3 years. O, great.

The extremely sucky part is...I'm happy. I'm always happy. So I say something, and it gets squashed. GRRRR.

For such a happy girl, I sure to complain alot, huh?

Oh, and while I'm here, I'm just gonna say, I'm a hypocrite. A naughty little hypocrite.