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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness! Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.


I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement.


I'm going to change things up a little bit. As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to 3/6/17, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)


I'm not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.


This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.

If there's ever a story that really hits your funny bone or makes your day, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Dream Team

I’d like to say I mirrored the Celtics in 2008 and had a banner year. I certainly had my share of trades; some of whom I thought would be franchise players who would help me create my very own dream team but alas, that pipe-dream ended abruptly in the very beginnings of the post season, the Holidays, with my exceedingly high hopes, of each player throughout the year, deflated with disappointment.


As I reflect back on my relationships gone bad, I’ve noticed another common theme. The ones I tell everyone about, that have the most promise of being part of my “dream team” are the ones that hurt the most when they end. I think I know why…


It’s like when you slip and fall on ice in private vs. public. If I’m going to fall, which I rarely do, btw, I would prefer 100% of the time there be no witnesses. Less embarrassment. Unless I hit my head but, even that’s questionable. (I fell off a moped once, in Santorini, Greece and hit my head on a rock. I saw stars and went cross-eyed for a second but, for the most part, I was fine.) Anyway, the relationships that have produced the most heartache, post-breakup, are the ones I was so excited to share with friends and loved ones.


One of my saddest breakups was with the Elvis impersonator. His whole story tickled me every time I told it so; I told it as often as I could. (Sometimes multiple times to the same people… Frankly, I think it tickled them just as much because I often heard “Tell it again! What does he do?!”)


The worst are the ones who make it to a family event. Elvis made it to dinner with my mom and step-dad. I’ll never forget the look on his face when my step-dad elbowed him at dinner and said, “You know, we don’t care about a wedding anymore. We just want grandchildren.” Then he proceeded to give him a “you-know-what-I-mean” wink. Elvis’ face turned white, mine turned scarlet. That was our last date. (Which is really too bad because I thoroughly enjoyed going to his shows, polyester and fake sideburns didn’t horrify me as much as one would think…)


Anyway, everyone knows that bringing a date to a family affair is a statement. Oftentimes, the consequences are overlooked in the planning. It always sounds like a swell idea but when the date nears, all of a sudden, it becomes a heart attack waiting to happen. Anxiety levels rise as both parties wonder, “Is this a statement I want to make? Am I secure enough with this relationship to share this person with the people I love the most? Are we to the couple stage yet or are we still flirting with just friends? Will they like him? Will he like them? Will he form an opinion of me based on them?” And, seriously, who is kidding who? You can’t help but think, “Is this a person I could spend every holiday with? Forever?”


Then, if it doesn’t work out, who is to blame? Family? You? Him? And, don’t forget, EVERYONE has to know, “What happened?” So, as if the original embarrassment (that it didn’t work out after you sparkled telling everyone about the highlights) isn’t enough, the wound has to be opened every time you see a family member that met the offending party. Ugh.


So, what is the lesson? 1) Don’t introduce a significant other to family until the engagement party. Who cares what they think, you’re the one that has to live with him. 2) No more dating stories until they’ve run their course and ONLY if there’s a comedy of events to share or a lesson to impart.


If my family is lucky, maybe the next dating story will start with the line, “Can I just tell you? I’m engaged!” Besides, the Celtics stunk in 2007. Perhaps, I’m just a year behind…


Happy 2009! May your 2009 be an exciting but relatively quiet Banner Year with Your Dream Team filled with prosperity, happiness and many blessings.

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