You can’t keep a good woman down..for long

My next boyfriend, no I mean husband, no more boyfriends for me,,,my future husband is clearly going to have to be a tree-man.  You know like Mr. Edson was?  I need someone with a bucket truck so I can decorate the cedar trees along the driveway with tiny twinkling Christmas lights and then I need him to cut down the extra cedar trees, of which there are many, and build me a tiny house down by the creek.  You know just a little something where I can lay on the couch, blast my music and watch TV.  I’m also back to baking too much as mom likes sweets…too many sweets…but this way if I’m down by the creek I’ll have to walk up the hill to get a cookie.  I don’t think that’s asking too much is it?  Of course my husband will have a different house where we will also cavort ..I know it’s getting a little tricky in my head here.  Well, anyway, a tree man needs to be on the resume.

He’s probably going to have to be a horseman too because there is no way I’m going anywhere to meet anyone, ever again, so unless he shows up in my driveway, preferably on horseback, has a stable full of prize winning Thoroughbreds that he does something very humane with, with a nice little Paint for me, that he will give me as a wedding present and subsequently teach me how to be fearless and get the damn thing to hold a trot, well then…yea,,,that’s what I’m talking about.

I talked with a friend recently that suggested I jump on Plenty of Fish, you know the internet dating site, as it was really working for her.  I didn’t want to tell her that there is NO EFFING WAY I will ever date again.  Certainly never ever online…not that there’s anything wrong with that…but I’ve already had that experience. I don’t really think about dating, I mean I’m just not that marketable ya know?  Not too many men are going to jump at the chance to hook up with a homeless person who has lost everything she owned to a previously wrong choice (so therefore bad judgement as well) and now bad credit.  Wouldn’t YOU want to be with someone like that too?  But now I’m reframing.

Soon I will be a published author (still in my head, nothing’s happened…yet).. for now I am an author and a writer..who unselfishly takes care of her blind mother …a darn good cook…loves the woods and is content to collect firewood all day. Will decorate tastefully for the holidays, not to mention baking their favorite cookies and pies.  Not a big spender. Cleans up well.  Not that this is going on a dating site, but I’m just throwing this out there to the Universe.

I think I might have missed the New Moon, the one where you ask for stuff, by only a day, but you know it’s sort of in my nature to be on the late side.  What did John used to call it?  The Lynn factor?  Always adding 20 minutes to when he told me to be ready.  20 minutes, 1 day, it’s not a horrible thing is it?

xoxoxo