Monday, May 18, 2015

Something Wicked This Way Comes...


If you want to test your relationship by inducing life stressors, a great way to do it would be to invite everyone's favorite celebrity transginger bear, Jimbo. He's single, which means he is not as good as you or I. Since Matt and I are decent charitable people, we let Jimbo bask in the glow of our amaaaaazing relationship hoping the concept would somehow rub off and show Jimbo a better way to live.


Putting your lovable husbear on the spot is great fun! The look on Matt's face screams, "WHAT IS IT?! How long is he staying here?" The restraint shown by hubby any time Jimbo tried to jump on our bed or sing with corksoaking damaged vocals brought tears to my eyes. I really have an amaaaaazing husband!

Even more fun is had subjecting unsuspecting fellow Louisiana brethren to Jimbo. The riotous antics of a twerking and badly singing Jimbo WILL turn heads every where you go. Be mentally prepared for ill gotten attention you'll get from open mouth gawks and guffaws.


The only way to cope and get through a Jimbo themed weekend is to EAT... LOTS! Not only have I gained 10 pounds stress eating, I am sure I have aged 7 full years.


But in the end, you realize how great your partner is for making the best of it. Matt got me to focus on how thankful Jimbo made us feel. We both realized if Jimbo was the ambassador of single people, then it was a skeery skeery world. We held each other tight grateful to have one another knowing we were living right. So, thank you Jimbo for confirming how truly awesome and amaaaaazing it is to not be single. :) 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Ghosttown:


Forgive me for not blogging in a while. I have been busy playing in tennis tournaments, working, and enjoying my relationship with Matt. Every day, I count myself as lucky to have met Matt. He is super sweet and we are very compatible. Our relationship is swell. :)

I took Matt out on the horse farm last weekend to see the new baby horses:

 
We rode through the horse pasture on a "Gator" and got stuck in the mud. I was strong enough to push us out of the mud, thankfully, because that would have been super embarrassing having to call Dad to come pull us out. LOL.


In other news, HOT MESS is in New Orleans this week! Yes, I will be kind and let the curmudgeon hangout with us. I may have to delouse him, as I hear Jimbo has been slumming it up at the sleazy hustler infested "Corner Pocket" in the French Quarter. Jimbo is his NAMO and tragic is his GAYMO.

We will cross our fingers that our sweet and gentle natures somehow rub off on Jimbo before he goes back to DC. Perhaps he'll start living right and be less bitter? Look for pics and possible vids in the near future. GRIN :)

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Stealing Souls:


I love my boyfriend Matt. He is very sweet, kind, and thoughtful. Just yesterday, he found a sign with the words "love you more" at a retro 80's looking T.J. Maxx store in Metairie, Louisiana. "Love you more" is a powerful phrase we verbally joust with each other upon hearing "I love you". The conversation ALWAYS degenerates into this Little Britain skit. Yeah.

Six months after committing to each other, we are still very much in the honeymoon phase. There is not a day that goes by where I don't feel lucky to have Matt. We each bring our own set of quirks to the relationship, but they are all very manageable. We compliment each other well in areas where we are different. The key to our relationship is our relaxed open communication style. It's easy to talk to Matt. I attribute that to his wonderful personality. We can somehow communicate with a level of respect, maturity, and love that I haven't always been able to do with others.

As time marches on, we are getting to the phase where we respectfully point out little things to each other. It's amazing how well we can do that without any voices raised or someone storming off muttering profanities. Our personalities somehow gel and go together well. He makes me a better person and vice versa.

So, things are swell in this neck of the woods. :)

My SEXY man:

Monday, February 23, 2015

Stay the Course:

Sorry! It's been a while since I last blogged. I have been super busy with work, preparing for next week's tennis tournament in Austin, and keeping up with Matt's insatiable need to see ALL the Mardi Gras parades in New Orleans. Whew! Thankfully, that is over. I was paraded out at Mardi Gras. Parking was limited, traffic a nightmare, and we had to walk ungodly distances to catch a parade.
 
This picture was taken halfway thru the Endymion Parade, which lasted about 4 hours. It is a challenge to stand up for 4 hours straight catching more beads at yet another parade. Mardi Gras can be pretty exhausting.

The relationship with Matt is going strong even though we have different work schedules and live an hour apart. It sucks we only get to spend a day and a half together each week, because I immensely enjoy our time together. Our personalities and physicality fits together better than anyone I have ever been with. It's downright skeery and so good, that I often wonder if I am dreaming. Hopefully, we can make the relationship full-time living together someday soon.  (crossing fingers)

This weekend, we spent quiet quality time together and walked Boudreaux and Pierre in the dog park. Matt absolutely loves Boudreaux:

Here I am holding cuddly and adorable Pierre:

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Mortal Wound of SQUISHY:


LOVE is a squishy human emotion. It is weakness.... making bitchbabies stream wet thingees (tears?) down chubby cheeks when their tender widdle hearts are sad, emotional, or joyful. Love can also screw with your head. Make you lose focus on tasks and missions at hand. I can unequivocally state that LOVE is just about the only weapon capable of mortally wounding a Sith... making him vulnerable and human again.

It's like a sad Gary Allan song:
Your love is like a deep dark river
 Pullin' me out to sea
 The harder I try to resist you
 The weaker I seem to be

ARGH! I am simply not accustomed to being loved. Look at my friendships and past relationships and you'll see that I have a knack for surrounding myself with crabby curmudgeons. I don't know how or why I collect them, but they do toughen me up and keep me battle ready. It's the life of a Sith. We are intergalactic fighters trained to battle enemies and not feel love...  or shed tears!

And then THIS happened:

 
I met someone who has mortally wounded my Sithness. That someone is named Matt. He is kind, caring, loyal, passionate and loving. It's... so different from what I am accustomed to. Here is someone who never acts annoyed in my company and actually loves me! We have incredible chemistry together, share a wicked sense of humor, and have very compatible dispositions.  Matt had no qualms about offering me a key to his place. That says a lot about his character and honor. As I am typing this, wet thingees are welling up in my eyes.

I don't feel I deserve Matt, but I am eternally grateful that the Universe somehow found a way to put us together. Perhaps the Universe stopped having a sense of humor and got it right this time?

Friday, December 12, 2014

THE Controlling Psycho:

As in the Star Wars Universe, relationships are like battlefields, with danger lurking around every corner. To be successful, you must carefully navigate a landscape littered with minefields and hope you are strengthened by the alliance. Choose wisely, because happiness depends on how well you vet a future partner.

What I have learned is to trust instincts and put away any Hollywood notions of finding the perfect love. Useful questions: (1) What do I get out of the relationship? (2) What do they get out of the relationship? (3) How do we prefer to run our lives? (4) Are there any habits and past or present issues which will prevent us from being suitable/viable partners?   

A quirky thing about myself is that I was raised by a loving family that is as traditional as a family can be. My parents have been married for over 50 years. Everyone, except for me, currently live on the same land that my great grandfather once did. I come from a traditional environment, which has instilled a set of values I hold dear.

Which is why I tend to attract the opposite (JIMBO)
What I have learned the hard way is that no good comes from a marriage of unequals. If they don't share your core values, the relationship will eventually bite the dust. I am fully confident that there is nothing inherently wrong with me as a partner. Rather, it's more to do with them and how they choose to manage their life.

While I find comfort in stability and routine, some revel in chaos and chance encounters. They stay perpetually thirsty always chasing down unresolved deep-seeded need(s) from their past. Sorry, but jumping through wormholes half-crocked with a blurred sense of reality is not my preferred state of mind.

I wish I could let myself go, like Jimbo, and be an obese trailer park slut on Jerry Springer waiting for paternity tests, but I just can't. I am exactly what I want to be: a decent and good person. I'd like to thank my family for instilling those values.

 Not bad for a 44 year old, eh?

In conclusion, all of us conduct our lives in a way that best suites us.  I feel that I have already WON in life, being exactly where I want to be. If someone cannot fit into it, then they have their own demons to pursue. Keep looking and good luck!

Monday, November 17, 2014

Lumbersexual:

I'm sporting flannel nowadays because It's been very cold down here in Louisiana. Do I look like a Lesbian? I hope all my dear friends everywhere are keeping warm too. It's going to be a cold winter. Bundle up!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Muscle Bear Tennis:


Lordy... as much as I fight NOT be Jimbo's type, I need to embrace my musclebearishness. When you look FAT in 99% of the pics, there is no conspiracy by a trusty picture taking assistant. I... AM... FAT. #groan

PROOF:



At the HouTex tennis tournament, I flopped out in the Quarterfinals in singles and doubles. I won two matches with my favorite heavier racquet on the first day, but chose to go with a lighter racquet on the next day. Unfortunately, that was not a good decision because I made way too many errors hitting long. I felt bad that I could not play better for my doubles partner, Rod. NEXT TIME! I have vowed to work on arm strength AND play more with the lighter racquet going forward.


Even though I am NOT the typical smooth / tall / thin tennis player, I was surprised by the attention I got at the HouTex tourney. I don't really take compliments well because I am accustomed to being torn down by others. It was nice to experience kindness from others. Gives me something to ponder... 

The Houston weekend wasn't all tennis. I had the pleasure of spending time with new and old friends. The opportunity to socialize with special people in my life made me feel very appreciative. Hmm... maybe I should get out the house more often.  :)

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Onto Singlehood:

You may have heard the rumors. It is true: I am back in the state of singlehood. The relationship with Mean Cub was a conundrum that could not be solved. For whatever reasons, we could not make it work. Hence, we have been living as roommates for quite some time.

Going forward, I am doing a lot of self-analyzing. What can I bring to the table? I am financially secure, loyal and passionate. I play a sport, tennis, that keeps me in great shape and provides an outlet to be social with others. I am family-oriented and believe in the importance of holidays with family. I have been told by others that I am a damned good lover. I don't smoke, do drugs, and my annual alcohol consumption may be 10 Bud Lites.

One could present an argument that I am too set in a routine (boring). In my defense, I am currently grounded from traveling extensively because I have two old dogs who make me feel REALLY guilty boarding them. Taking my dogs on trips can be problematic because they are co-dependent. Guests at pet friendly hotels would hear a very sad "Tale of Woe" sung loudly anytime I'd leave the room.

What I try, and obviously fail at, is being someone's Champion. As much as I'd like to, I cannot solve or fix everything that gets in the way of someone's happiness. I can create short-term happy events, but I am no Savior. I can provide support and do my best to make a partner's life easier, but I have learned that one's happiness is ultimately in their own hands.

It comes down to this. Through luck and choices I consciously make, I am able to live comfortably in a routine that serves me well. The life I have chosen is very stable. I would think such stability would be looked upon as an admirable trait in a partner.

On the other hand, I may not have enough PIZAZZ to make others happy. This is an area I have thought long and hard about. Perhaps I do take my health and well-being far too seriously. Maybe I should let my hair down and try new things. Be more adventurous!

So, what can you bring to the table?

Monday, October 27, 2014

Change in the Air:


This weekend was a refreshing change: I had a pretty busy itinerary! After doing the usual morning tennis on Saturday with my friend Mike, I brought the rugrats to the family's fishing camp for a great BBQ outing. As always, Boudreaux and Pierre were on their best behavior. My family was amazed how regimented they were standing by me at all times. They are not wild... but they ARE co-dependent. LOL.


Pierre enjoyed the change of scenery too!

On Saturday night, I made the first trip to George's in Baton Rouge in like two years. The bar was full of LSU fans cheering on the Tigers. I had a beer, then joined friends for a scary good time at one of the best haunted houses in the country, The 13th Gate. Thankfully, we paid a little more money for VIP tickets and were able to skip a long line of 300 something teenagers. Afterwards, I went back to Georges and had a few more beers just in time to watch LSU upset #3 ranked Ole Miss. :)


On Sunday, I ventured down to New Orleans enjoying fun times with good company and treating our taste buds to chicken and Andouille gumbo and crème brûlée gelato. It was a perfect time to walk around the French Quarter, as the weather was absolutely gorgeous.

Do you want to see something tickle your funny bone? This is a NSFW video of a distraught Ole Miss fan cursing after her team lost in the closing seconds. She REALLY hates LSU. The video is HILARIOUS! Enjoy. :)