There are some things that are hard to write about here, even though I am just another faceless blogger...one "bitch and moan" venter.
I've made some decisions this past week, that I am nervous about. There is this one man at work that is one big flirt. He flirts with all of us, even though he's a married man. He makes no secret that he has a rather 'open' marriage. Well. I'm tired of chasing after my favorite pressmen, who doesn't respond beyond smiling. So, sometime today, after I've slept, I'm stopping by my favorite pressman's house and asking him if he'd like to make use of the rubbers in my purse. If he doesn't, I'm going to use them with the other guy.
I'll probably hate myself next week, but I've been so aroused this week that it's been distracting. And he's been the only one giving me any kind of attention. I adore Kirk, and he's my first choice, on this side of the ocean, so I'm really hoping he says yes.
In other news....We had my sister's babyshower yesterday afternoon. There were about 16 people there, about half of what we were planning for. It went ok, even though I was tired {I had worked until 4AM that morning} and Glenda's was being her dorky self...that is majorly embarrassing. She's the oldest sister of us all, though she had a different mother. She's just...not right in the head for starters. I suppose some of it might be related to her being in the Gulf War years ago...but if we're all honest, she's never been 100% right anyways. If I ever become like her, somebody please shoot me.
I absolutely LOVE the pastor's wife of the church where Sara goes where we had the babyshower. She was just so helpful and fun. There ought to be one like her in every church.
One of my friends has started her own blog. She hasn't posted much yet, but why don't you all go over to see Thumbelina and give say hello!
I've made some decisions this past week, that I am nervous about. There is this one man at work that is one big flirt. He flirts with all of us, even though he's a married man. He makes no secret that he has a rather 'open' marriage. Well. I'm tired of chasing after my favorite pressmen, who doesn't respond beyond smiling. So, sometime today, after I've slept, I'm stopping by my favorite pressman's house and asking him if he'd like to make use of the rubbers in my purse. If he doesn't, I'm going to use them with the other guy.
I'll probably hate myself next week, but I've been so aroused this week that it's been distracting. And he's been the only one giving me any kind of attention. I adore Kirk, and he's my first choice, on this side of the ocean, so I'm really hoping he says yes.
In other news....We had my sister's babyshower yesterday afternoon. There were about 16 people there, about half of what we were planning for. It went ok, even though I was tired {I had worked until 4AM that morning} and Glenda's was being her dorky self...that is majorly embarrassing. She's the oldest sister of us all, though she had a different mother. She's just...not right in the head for starters. I suppose some of it might be related to her being in the Gulf War years ago...but if we're all honest, she's never been 100% right anyways. If I ever become like her, somebody please shoot me.
I absolutely LOVE the pastor's wife of the church where Sara goes where we had the babyshower. She was just so helpful and fun. There ought to be one like her in every church.
One of my friends has started her own blog. She hasn't posted much yet, but why don't you all go over to see Thumbelina and give say hello!
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As I'd mentioned, it's always tough being the hostess!