Clueless

Today I was.....

...... asked out by an ok (yawn) guy.

.......and was asked to pencil in phone sex on my calendar for Christmas Eve by another.

Is this an improvement?

I can't tell if things are looking up or not.

Report cards

I'd like to report that I went out this weekend.

I'd like to also report that I started my Christmas shopping, or that I finished my Christmas shopping, bought groceries, cleaned the house, decorated, cooked, got organized, sent out Christmas cards, wrapped packages, did laundry, caught up on some reading, put the lights up on the outside of the house....

But I didn't.

I'm not quite sure what I did this weekend.... but I know it wasn't any of that.

Christmas Shit

Well, the Christmas shit is up. Such a cheery sentiment isn't it.

This was the first year I groaned opening up all 12 HUGE storage bins slammed full with decorations. I keep yelling, "Why do we have all this stuff!" Nobody answered.

Now that the house is decorated, all I do is look around and keep thinking about having to pack it all away. Groan again.

Why then, when I'm in stores do I go "Oh how cute!" and think "I want that" when I see another christmas decoration.

The kids are seemingly blase about Christmas. They don't know what they want. Which is great. Just fuckin great. Shopping is always soooo much fun. Who doesn't like to elbow through crowds, spending a boatload of money on nothing.

Gratuitous semi naked pic

Yes, I think I definitely could be a Christmas Ho.

Ho.Ho.

Caption Contest

Ok guys... get me in the Christmas spirit and write me a caption for what is obviously going to be another 'Maxine Christmas' around my house.
I'll send the best caption winner something in the mail.

Of course it might be just a card..... but hey, it's something, and it's mail.

Oh, and I'd uh, need your address... so if you want something GREAT (like a card or something in the mail) e-mail me your address...

... or if you're shy, afraid I might stalk you, or live in a box and are draining free internet off someone else, don't send it. Just play.

So write a caption, send me your address and hope for the best.

C'mon, you know you wanna. Besides, I have a tongue that's bored, and stamps just waiting to be licked.

A Christmas Whine

I always have these great ideas that I want to do at Christmas.

Plans full of fun things I'd like to do with the kids. Gift ideas that I'd like to buy and send to friends far away. Cookies I'd like to bake for us to enjoy when sitting around the fire in the evenings, looking at the Christmas tree and listening to Christmas music. Taking the kids to see the Nutcracker. Taking the kids to see the lights, somewhere. Anywhere. Shopping all dressed up with my kids, then having lunch or dinner out afterwards.

Who am I kidding?

There are 24 14 (Holy night Kath!) days until Christmas. I will be working most of those days. I don't even have the decorations up from the store room, much less a tree up. I have no idea what my budget will be for Christmas so shopping has to wait. I don't have the friends addresses. My kids are boys....Teenage boys that would rather muck out the pool than go shopping to the mall with Mom. They still don't know what they want for Christmas.

They would however be more than happy to eat any cookies that were here.

Damnit, I want a Hallmark card kind of holiday, just once.... And I don't mean a Maxine Shoebox card either.

Happy Friday!

Good morning Boss #2,

I'm still at home working with Boss #1, Delta and our travel agency trying to get him (boss #1) out of Bangor, Maine instead of Boston.

Seems the airlines figured both cities start with "B" and maybe no one would notice if they re-routed him there. He noticed.

I would have been on time to the office except I can't e-mail, make calls, and google flights while driving.....

I'm just not that talented.

~Sie

With e-mails like this, I sometimes wonder why they haven't fired me yet.

Random Thoughts

Long distance dating is not dating.

It's a lay over.

Time

It's odd how time gets away from you.

I recently passed another year anniversary of my divorce.

Anniversary of a divorce. What a rather oxy moronic title that is.

I don't have regrets about divorcing him. I regret that my marriage didn't last. I don't miss him. I miss having someone wonderful in my life.

Relationships. Why are they so damn hard?

At what age do you pack away the ideas; the desire for romance; the lust for passion; the wishes of love; the thought of finding someone; and thoughts of marriage.

How old is too old?

Just some cold wintry thoughts inside that seem to mirror the weather outside.

I really do need to move to a warmer climate.

Mission Accomplished

And to think I actually put my face on this blog.

Shopping

Well now....

The clutch on Son #3's Jeep went out.

And insurance on Son #2's car will be close to $900.

That kinda wraps up Christmas now, doesn't it?

Ho.ho.damnit.ho.

My Next Mission

Oh and Gail.........

Game on.....
(snicker)

All That's Missing Is A Cat

If I had a sex life, I'd blog about it.

If I had a dating life, I'd blog about it.

I don't. So suffer with me... won't you?

After my nap on Sunday....I got my lethargic butt busy and cleaned. I cleaned the silverware drawer. I cleaned the sink. I cleaned the stove. I cleaned the kitchen floor.

I can feel the envy.

I did not however, clean my closet... yet.

Lethargy

I'm in a serious rut. However, the rut isn't really the problem. It's the attitude that goes with it.

I'm just so damn lethargic. Too lethargic to even try and climb out of the rut I find myself in. It just seems easier to lay here at the bottom and look up, rather than muck around to find things to build a ladder and climb out.

I thought about posting pictures of my closet, thinking perhaps public humiliation would be the catalyst needed to clean it. I'm too tired to go and find the camera.

3 weeks until Christmas. Just the thought of pulling out all the decorations is enough to send me back to bed.

I can't even muster up the interest to go shopping for the kids. When I ask what they want for Christmas, I'm getting their standard answer of "I don't know." Wandering through crowds and stores looking for "I don't know" is frustrating and expensive. More so when I don't know what my budget is yet.

This weekend and the next two will be spent traveling 5 hours to and from Ft. Benning for shooting competitions with my youngest. It makes even me more tired just thinking about it.
Now that I've depressed everyone, I think I will go back to bed. Maybe I will wake up with some energy.

One can only hope.

Paths

I've noticed.... if you take it day-by-day, one step at a time and keep concentrating, you will tackle problems as they cross your path.




But, sooner or later, you're gonna have to take a break and look up.





Which of course means you run the risk of standing there saying..... "Where the hell am I? "



One can only hope it's a nice spot for a picnic.