2 be Bliss, as I dance along the road to Nirvana...

Crush over. *chuckle*

This week has been busy already. More driving than usual. I'm hoping to stay out of the car for the remainder of the week. Which brings me to him . Yes, it's the "him" you think it is. And you knew we'd go there again, eventually. I thought I saw him twice on the road: once in the next town/county over, where I do my shopping. The next day I thought I saw him riding down my street, close enough to see me as I was exiting my car. I'm not 100% sure however so we won't dwell on those possible sightings. What I am 100% sure of is that I saw him yesterday (Wednesday) evening. He saw me too. He even held the door for me. We exchanged pleasantries as I entered the building. For approximately the next hour, we were within a few feet of each other. *swoon* It was business and there were about 20 other people in the room so I tried not to look at him too often. *chuckle* He looked good. Did I mention that he dresses well? He does. Ju...

In a previous post, I mentioned that my life has been complicated in the past few months. One of the complications was learning that my body has been in a pre-diabetes state for at least the last three months and probably the last 7-10 years. Horror of horrors people because my father is diabetic. He gives himself insulin shots twice a day. I am so serious when I say I am making strides toward moving my body to a substantially lower A1c. (For those unaware of the definition of "A1c", go here: A1c Test and Diabetes .) Genetics is just one risk factor for diabetes and the only one that cannot be altered. The other risk factors are not set in stone and are relatively within my control. To bypass the documentary version of this tale, a horrible headache (and vomiting) after hitting my head here in the house led me to seek medical attention. In a panic, I recalled information I was given regarding a clinic in my community that provides medical care for affordable fee...

Side note: This is actually a continuation of post number 547, which threatened to get too long so I decided to break it up. Maybe this should be 547.2 instead of 548... Okay, I'm changing the title. *** My last post ended on a bit of a low note. Here's something a bit more upbeat: silly ole me has a crush. For the most part, it feels weird in a good way. He definitely knows I'm interested because of something I said and did. (Nothing negative and I hope he was able to intuit my intent.) And honestly, while it would be cool to have his attention in a romantic way, I know that what I currently need is a friend. A real friend. A local friend. Not speaking from conceit or self-centeredness, but with the nature of (many) men being what it is, I can find a man any day of the week who would want to be "romantically" involved with me. But romance is not occupying much space in my brain right now. Yes, I do have a few online dating profiles and ...

I have had many experiences in my life. A long list of adjectives can be used in describing all I've done, seen, and heard. Can I say how thankful I am that the word "boring" is not one that would make the list? So much has been going on in my life in the past few months. I just wasn't up to blogging about it all.  But that will change with the next few posts. Moving forward... In today's news, I spent a nice holiday with my grandma, two aunts, and a cousin. We started at a park near my home then caravanned to a park a bit further south. We talked, ate, laughed, crocheted, met interesting people, took photos, enjoyed the boaters and jet skiers on the lake... Baby Bliss didn't go. She stayed home to catch up on sleep. Poor girl missed an interesting day out. What I'm thankful for: even though I thought about Mr. Bliss and how much more fun I would have had if he had been there with us, I wasn't sad about it. I will always miss my beloved and...

On another note, a man I dated for a very short period in the past has re-surfaced. It started with an e-mail in December last year, that I somehow didn't see at the time. What I did see were the e-mails he began sending this week. He began with, "Hey. How are you?" and progressed to what I suspected he was leading up to. Long story short, we talked for a few hours on the phone. During the conversation, he managed to amaze and amuse me by attempting to coerce me into picking up where we left off. More, he talked as if it's already a done deal. (Maybe it is in his mind...) He shared a lot with me during our lengthy exchange. I listened because everyone needs an ear or a shoulder at some point in life. Only God knows how many times people have been there for me so I'm happy to pay it forward when I can. While it was good to hear that he and his children are doing well and I was flattered that he thought of  me so fondly (and according to him, so often...

This morning, I had a horrible dream. Brought on no doubt by a tragic event close to home as well as the events surrounding the murders of the nine Bible study attendees in Charleston. In the dream, I was a nanny for a family with a little girl. (Let's call her Mary.) We were returning to their home from vacation. We all exited the vehicle in the driveway; Mary's parents (let's call them Bob and Sally) proceeded to unload the car. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Sally's ex-husband inside the house. My assumption was that Bob and Sally saw him too but most of my attention was distracted by Mary so I didn't ask. Mary was running towards a neighbor's yard, enticed by a colorful ball left lying in the grass. I chased her, yelling, "No Mary! (I wish I could remember what her name actually was in the dream...) Come back, come back!" Mary kept running, finally falling down in the grass next to the ball. I took her hand and led her back to her h...