Speechless

I got an e-mail today.

Hell has just frozen over.

Flabbergasted

And men say WE'RE hard to understand.

Like hell.

If they're not leading you on and then completely ignoring you....

Then you get the other extreme where they're coming on so strong you almost feel suffocated.

WHERE ARE THE NORMAL MEN???

Showing Support

I have adopted a soldier.

Actually, I've adopted two but I've yet to receive the second one's information, so I've only made contact with one.

I am such a sucker. When they told me how many soldiers there are that never get any sort of mail or packages from home...I nearly cried. So...I joined an organization and started adopting. Hell, if I can't have kids yet, I might as well have grown men...same difference. :o)

Below is part of the letter I sent to our local papers in hopes that they would print it and generate more volunteers. And although I shouldn't have to say this, I would just appreciate people refraining from turning this post into a political issue. That's not what this is about...it's about supporting our loved ones while they are away doing their jobs, whether they like it or not.

I am a member of Soldiers’ Angels, a non-profit organization dedicated to helping support our military overseas. Many of our soldiers are young, 18-20 year olds. Some are away from home for the first time and are lonely, scared and brave and others are completely alone with no family or friends to write them words of encouragement or care if they have socks to survive the cold winter nights. Through Soldiers’ Angels, volunteers are paired up with a soldier that they adopt. Our organization doesn’t ask for much, just a promise that you’ll write your soldier once a week and occasionally send them a care package from home.

Going into it, I had no idea what an impact I was making on soldier’s lives until I started getting letters from soldiers saying how excited they were just hearing their name announced at mail call and how much my words and encouragement meant to them. One soldier wrote, “I’m already smiling and I haven’t even read your letter yet.”

I feel that I owe these men and women more than putting a magnet on my car or flying a flag. For these reasons, I will continue to be a “Soldiers’ Angel” and I encourage anyone reading this, who shares these feelings to become an Angel as well. You can sign up at Soldiers' Angels

Sincerely,

Lindsey R.
Proud Angel to soldier Jason S.

Pondering

So my friend Daniel and I were talking over the weekend and came to the conclusion that if we don't make some forward progress in our dating lives soon...we'll end up having to marry each other and let's face it...that's just not in anyone's best interest. While personality wise we get along great...neither of us are attracted to the other physically so it would be a sexless marriage and we know I just couldn't have that. :o)

So, that leaves us with trying to meet other people.

But there's just one little problem with that.

Where?

Let me give you all the facts and then we can start brainstorming...

1. I have only ONE single girlfriend in which to go out to social places with but she lives in another state so I'm out of luck there.

2. My local girlfriends are all married and have little babies so they never want to go anywhere. :o(

3. Most of my friends (espcially the ones I hang out with the most) are guys...going out with them presents a problem if you're wanting to meet someone because they are mistaken for a 'boyfriend' and guys are too afraid to approach me.

4. Any courses I'd enjoy and have thought about signing up for are notorious for having mostly female students.

So there you have it.

Now....HELP ME!

P.S. Yrautca...since you saw fit to tag and harrass me...I will comply but you cannot laugh at my fridge. I collect magnets from different countries and states...My refrigerator is like me, bright and colorful.

Easy Rider

I, Lindsey Spinster hitched a ride on the back of a Harley this weekend.

AND I inadvertently flashed any given number of strangers.

Really, someone should pre-warn you about how the wind flies up your shirt while riding these things.

Oh well.

And for the record...I WAS wearing a cute little black bra thank you very much. I DO own one or two.

*Sticks tongue out at Professor Fate and Starboard Tack*

Too Poor to Date

I was taking inventory of things today and came to the conclusion that if I ever do get a date...my underwear drawer will need a serious make-over.

This means a trip to Victoria Secret (or Vicky Secret as I like to call her).

Honestly, do you men REALLY appreciate all this effort? Seriously, because just to buy one sexy little bra from Vicky Secret will run us about $40. More if we have larger boobs like I do and have to get a larger size. And obviously we need more than ONE bra...not to mention the matching panties that are $20 each.

*Sigh*

Maybe I'm not rich enough to date.

ILLNESS

Hold on.

*Screws up face trying to get a look at the temperature on the thermometer *

Something's wrong.

It's got to be a bug...

Last week I was fine. Now, I wake up and it's like someone has stolen the Lindsey we all know and love.

For everyone who doesn't know...I'm not one of those girls that loves to get into the kitchen and cook. Nor do I like to do a lot of unnecessary cleaning. Let me just spell it out for you...

Me-no-likey.

Yet, this weekend I found myself busily scrubbing away at carpet stains (courtesy of Colby) and not minding a bit. And as if that wasn't bad enough...I suddenly wanted to cook! Sneezing every 5 seconds, I dusted off the cookbooks my mother had given me years ago in her vain attempt to develop my culinary skills. And believe it or not, with only having to place one, "Mom, I've got a question" call...I managed to make myself a nice little roast.

To top things off... it's finally sunk in.

I-want-to-be-a-mom.

It's not one of those, "I want what she's having" deals. It's just a growing, pulsing feeling that until now has been lingering in dark corners...waiting. I guess it finally got bored. Or hungry. Or maybe it was worried that my ovaries were on the verge of shrivelling up.

Whatever the reason. It's here and although I can't really explain it...I'm ready.

Wait-did you hear that?

My friends...I think hell just froze over.

In a Mood

Cold weather and the impending Holiday season...

I don't know what it is about the combination of the two...but they've landed me on the couch snuggled up in blankets, spending the weekend watching every romanctic movie I own, wishing I had someone here to cuddle up to.

Instead, I'm alone.

So I snuggle deeper in the blankets...allowing other men's words to wash over me. And for one brief moment in time, I can pretend they were meant for me.

"I think I'd miss you, even if we'd never met." The Wedding Date

"It seems right now that all I've ever done in my life is making my way here to you." The Bridges of Madison County

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." When Harry Met Sally

"Men will hunt us, the gods will curse us, but I'll love you. Until the day they burn my body, I'll love you." Troy

"Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? You inhale her. You taste her. You see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your heart has at last found a home. Your life begins with her, and without her it must surely end." Don Juan DiMarco

"I love that you get cold when it's seventy degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes, and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night." When Harry Met Sally

"You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Know this, if you die, I will not survive you long." The Wheel of Time

Such is My Luck

When you are looking shitty and feeling even worse, the last thing you want to do is to run into anyone you know.

Especially when it's your ex-boyfriend's parents.

(Let me just say a quick thanks that it was the parents and not the ex...that would have been WAY worse.)

So the plan was to run in and out of the store as quickly as possible B-U-T, I turned the wrong corner and ran smack dab into them. Let me just say, they are two of the sweetest and most welcoming people I know...it's just that I was mortified to have been caught is such a state of disrepair.

(Please please please don't let that have gotten back to Jess.)

Ex-boyfriends are to never hear anything about you except how great you look and how wonderful your life is and all the grand adventures you've been on. The weight gain and the lack of dating life are to NEVER reach their ears.

Ever.

Lie if you must.

Then to top it off, his mother and I were both in line at the pharmacy when she patted my hand, full of motherly concern. "So what are you getting a prescription for? Are you sick?"

Caught off guard and not recognizing the big flashing warning lights in front of my face telling me that a lie was in order...I told the truth. "Uhhhhh. No actually. It's birth control."

"Oh well, yes. I'm sure that's important too." It was obvious that we were both flustered.

I WANTED TO D-I-E.......