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Monday, July 12, 2004
Yes, I do expect Prince Charming.
This is what you get when you mix one GoodApple with two and a half glasses of Unwooded Chardonnay and the movie Ever After (which is not a particularly stellar movie).
Those who have been reading my blog for some time should be used to this.
Yes, it's a tangent.
How many of you have dated as a single mom? You will agree with me then, that it is quite different than dating on a regular scale. There are rules to follow.
My first rule is to make sure I mention my son in the first encounter. Wherever it fits in naturally of course. This gives Mr. Potential a chance to vacate.
Oooooh, woman with baggage in the form of an almost three year old boy... scaaaary.
My second rule is very cuthroat. I will call him once, I will call him twice, if he does not deign to return my call at that time, he is not worth my time.
My third rule. Boys need not apply. I have tired of boys. Applications of suitble men are currently being accepted.
Today, while mowing my well endowed lawn, I realized: my life is practically complete. I have my house, I have my lawn. Everything inside my house is mine. My son, although in one of those taxing moods, is my purpose and my life. There is really only one more step.....to own the land my house sits on.
The plan will develop as such: I have three years to perfect my credit further, come up with a down payment, and buy some land. I'm thinking 10 acres, I know the piece I want, I know the owners.... things will fall into place.
I've been very lucky so far. The little house I bought was actually one I wanted three years ago, but my then-husband did not want to move here. So we languished in in-law-ville and debt-hood. But I've always known that this was the house I wanted. When it became available, I was available, so I snatched it up.
I don't know why I have such confidence in myself. This was supposed to be a tangent on my high expectations for a future beau, yet it has taken a turn.
I am going to bed, it is nearing midnight. I get to go to work tomorrow. Wow. I cannot belive that for the first time in a long, long time, I look forward to work.
This is what you get when you mix one GoodApple with two and a half glasses of Unwooded Chardonnay and the movie Ever After (which is not a particularly stellar movie).
Those who have been reading my blog for some time should be used to this.
Yes, it's a tangent.
How many of you have dated as a single mom? You will agree with me then, that it is quite different than dating on a regular scale. There are rules to follow.
My first rule is to make sure I mention my son in the first encounter. Wherever it fits in naturally of course. This gives Mr. Potential a chance to vacate.
Oooooh, woman with baggage in the form of an almost three year old boy... scaaaary.
My second rule is very cuthroat. I will call him once, I will call him twice, if he does not deign to return my call at that time, he is not worth my time.
My third rule. Boys need not apply. I have tired of boys. Applications of suitble men are currently being accepted.
Today, while mowing my well endowed lawn, I realized: my life is practically complete. I have my house, I have my lawn. Everything inside my house is mine. My son, although in one of those taxing moods, is my purpose and my life. There is really only one more step.....to own the land my house sits on.
The plan will develop as such: I have three years to perfect my credit further, come up with a down payment, and buy some land. I'm thinking 10 acres, I know the piece I want, I know the owners.... things will fall into place.
I've been very lucky so far. The little house I bought was actually one I wanted three years ago, but my then-husband did not want to move here. So we languished in in-law-ville and debt-hood. But I've always known that this was the house I wanted. When it became available, I was available, so I snatched it up.
I don't know why I have such confidence in myself. This was supposed to be a tangent on my high expectations for a future beau, yet it has taken a turn.
I am going to bed, it is nearing midnight. I get to go to work tomorrow. Wow. I cannot belive that for the first time in a long, long time, I look forward to work.
2 Comments:
When I met my Dh, he already knew I had kids, since we were friends first. But once we were first dipping a toe in the "get to know you better" pool, I let him know right then that I couldn't have more children. In other words, in case you were looking for a woman to bear your offspring, you better move on. But it was cool. The right man will be there when you're ready for him. (((HUGS)))
The right person will come along. It sounds like you are doing fine on your own. Don't rush it girl. You deserve someone that meets every single criteria.
Tiff
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