Lost & Found

It's a known fact that every single girl has to have her gay best friend. (I think it's a law.) Well, let us just say that I lost mine about four years ago. I don't mean we had a fight or anything like that, I mean I literally lost him. When I was with the ex, i did one of those stupid girl things...I devoted the majority of my time to him and neglected my friends, so we kinda lost track of each other. Last time I talked to him he and his partner lived in Galveston. Well, when I called the number I had for them, *gasp*, they were gone! I have searched high and low for them, but sadly, I never could find them. Everytime I would drive around the lower Westheimer area or down Fairview, I would think of my friend. (Oh, by the way, his name is Ducky. When he was younger he looked and dressed like Ducky from Pretty In Pink.) Anyway, Wed. night when I got hom from taking Thing 2 to karate, I checked my email and noticed I had some messages on myspace. I checked my myspace page and to my surprise, there was a picture Ducky looking at me. I HAD BEEN FOUND!!! When I opened the email, it had his phone number asking me to call him. As tears welled up in my eyes, I dialed the number and he answered. It was my Ducky! I found out why I couldn't find him...He and his partner, we'll call him Doc, were legally married a couple of years ago in Cape Cod so he now has his husband's last name. We talked like no time had passed. Unfortunately, he is going out of town this weekend, so I will be going to their house next Saturday. I can't wait to see them, I don't think I've ever been this excited about seeing anyone.

So, my single life is complete...
I have my best friend: Doodlebug.
The guy friend I went out with, but realized friendship was best: Vegan
The woman who always gives me the best advice, but I refuse to listen: the mom
My cat
and now I have my Ducky back!

I feel so "Carrie Bradshaw." Only taller and chunkier and not as great of a shoe collection.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Walking with Single Girl 9/17/07

Friend Date

This is Vegan and me at the movies waiting for Super Bad to start. Vegan splurged a little and ate popcorn with extra "buttery goodness." Although, is the butter they use at movie theatres REAL butter???

A video review of my weekend.

Friday: Vegan & I went on, what I call, a "friend date."



Super Bad was extremely funny! Before we went to the movie, we...went to IKEA, then ate mexican food, then headed over to the theatre. After the movie, we went back to his house and went to bed...he slept on the right, I slept on the left and his boxer slept in the middle. I snuggled with her all night long!

Saturday night: Escort & I went to the Meridian and saw these people...



For those of you who don't know, this is the Reverend Horton Heat. This band puts on one of the best shows EVER!!! If you have never checked them out, you should. I highly recommend them!

Until next time...

Single Girl

Congratulations are in order...

I would like to send a big Congratulations out to Hoochie! She and her finace were married yesterday! So, now if I need to talk about her husband, his name will be Mr. Hoochie.

I am raising my glass to you...

Here's to the both of you, I hope you have many years of wedded bliss!

Love ya,

Single Girl

A Man with a Beard in NYC

A couple of posts ago, I mentioned a man that I named Short Timer. Well, Short Timer will be leaving for NYC in a couple of weeks. One thing I did not mention is that Short Timer has a beard. I'm not talking boy band, skinny beard, I'm not talking Miami Vice "stubble"...no, I'm talking full-blown, thick, letmerunmyfingersthroughyourbeard beard. There are a lot of men who could not pull this look off, but somehow it works for him. With that being said, here is what I think will happen once he makes the move to NYC...

When our hero arrives in New York City with his two children (dogs) he doesn't know what to expect. Like so many others, he has come to "the Big Apple" to start a new life. All of his posessions belong to others in Houston now. All he has is his clothes, his dogs, his computer and a dream.

It's a beautiful autumn day, the sun is shining, there are white, puffy clouds in bright blue skies, leaves are starting to turn from green to red and orange and there is a cool breeze in the air, so Short Timer decides to take the dogs for a walk in Central Park. As he is looking around and playing with the dogs a man walks up to him and starts studying Short Timers face. Short Timer looks at the man and notices that he has a beard also and thinks to himself, "That guy looks very familiar." Just as Short Timer starts to walk away the bearded man starts talking to him...

The Man: (shaking Short Timer's hand) I'm Phil Olsen, founder and self-appointed captain of Beard Team USA.

Short Timer: Hi, I'm Short Timer.

Phil Olsen: Has anyone ever told you that you have a magnificent beard? Have you ever thought of registering it and competing?

At this point, Short Timer looks at him with shock and disbelief.

Short Timer: As a matter of fact, I have considered doing that.

Phil Olsen: Come with me, let's go get some lunch and talk.

They go to a small bistro and sit outside. Short Timer sets a bowl of water on the ground so the dogs don't get parched.

Phil Olsen: Have you ever heard of Beard Team USA?

Short Timer: I actually have, I've been reading the Beard Team USA blog for several months now.

Phil Olsen: I think you are exactly what the team has been looking for.

Short Timer: What do you mean?

Phil Olsen: We have been looking for someone to be the "face" of Beard Team USA. What do you do for a living?

Short Timer: I just moved here, I'm currently looking for a job.

Phil Olsen: Well, look no further...I've got big plans for you.

Short Timer's life was never the same after that brief meeting. It all started with his first competition...The World Beard and Mustache Championship in Anchorage, Alaska. For a year, Short Timer had taken care of his beard, he made sure to shampoo and condition it every night, he combed it once a day (100 strokes to promote shine.) Once he arrived at the Championship, people started to take notice. No one's beard compared to the one that Short Timer had. At the end of the championship they announced the winner...SHORT TIMER! It was at that moment that Phil Olsen knew that he had made the right choice for the "face" of Beard Team USA. Not only did Short Timer have a beard that far surpassed everyone else's, he also had boyish good looks and a sense of humor that made everyone instantly like him. After the first competition, Short Timer started going on interviews...There was Live with Regis and Kelly, the Today Show, The Howard Stern Show, and E! News Daily. He was an immediate star! Soon after all the media attention started, Beard MADNESS began. Every man in the U.S. started growing beards and every woman wanted to be with a man who had a beard. Short Timer knew that with his beard and his dry wit he was destined for more than the poster boy for Beard Team USA, then the call came that he had been waiting his whole life for. VH1 called him while he was on his way home to visit friends and family in Houston...they wanted him to be one of the people that talked about current events on "The Best Week Ever." He told them he would have to think about it, because he didn't want to sound too eager...he called them the next day and accepted their offer. He has since become one of the more popular commentators on VH1 and can be seen as one of the segments on VH1's "I Love the 2000's: 2009 - Beard Madness." I will be able to say, I hung out with that guy a couple of times.

So, there you go...my prediction for Short Timer. You never know, it could happen.

And yes, I do know, I am a dork.

Until next time...

Single Girl

I am retarded...

I went back and read my blog and realized that I had a couple of typos...I hate when I do that. I guess that teaches me to not blog at 4:30am. I went back and fixed what I saw, hopefully I caught them all.

Single Girl

Getting Old...

It's funny to me that when I say I'm getting old people come back with, "You're only 31, that's young!" Well my friends, I might only be 31 but my body feels like it is about 60. In my last post, I told you all about the dance class I went to and how my body just doesn't bend like it used to. I knew I would be sore for a couple of days, one thing I didn't count on was past injuries coming back to haunt me. Since last Tuesday, my back has been hurting. Saturday, I had to go to a wedding with Escort, and like an idiot, I wore 3" heels. (Skinny not stacked.) Sunday, as I walked around in a hungover haze, I realized the right side of my back was KILLING me. I'm fine as long as I am laying down, which is not going to help me much at work today. And, to top it all off, I'm a freak when it comes to taking medication. I REFUSE to take anything in pill form. If I have a headache I just let it run it's course, unless I start feeling sick then I'll take an advil or something. My thinking is, if you take aspirin (or advil, aleve, etc.) whenever you have a slight twinge of pain, your body starts to build an immunity to the pain relieving properties of the aspirin, but if you only take it when you REALLY need it, it works faster. I know there is no logic to this, but I can't help it. I will say this, my back hurts bad enough that I think I am going to stop this morning and pick up some advil. I know, I'm strange. So, my friends in blogger world, please send good thoughts my way and let's hope that I can make it the whole day sitting in a chair in front of a computer.

Until next time...

Single Girl

I don't bend like I used to!

As most of you know, I took a belly dancing class last month. I remember saying it was fun and I was going to go back and take more. Well, as usual, I changed my mind. The more I thought about it, the more I thought, "I haven't taken any kind of dance class since 1994, I should have been sore and I should have been sweating." I had taken the class to get some sort of exercise, but realized that there were women in there that had been taking the classes for over a year and they were bigger than me. So, I scratched the belly dancing. Still wanting some sort of exercise along with a little bit of artistic expression, I talked to my old drill team director about a dance studio that she and her daughter go to. She was telling me how wonderful the classes were and that the teachers were amazing. So, last night I took my first jazz class in 13 years. OH HOLY JESUS, my body hurts!!! I forgot that I actually had hip flexers. Not only did this dance class point out how out of date the dancing I did is, it also made me feel extremely LARGE! I have clued you all in on the fact that I am not a small person, I never have been. I have never had the "dancer body" that most girls have when they take dance as long as I did. I was standing in that dance class last night looking around at all the waif thin girls surrounding me. Don't get me wrong, I think I kept up with all the 15-20 year olds reasonalby well. I was actually shocked that I was still able to do a double pirouette. (A turn on one leg with the foot of the free leg under your knee.) We learned some choreography and by the end of the class I had it for the most part, except for looking like an oaf. Seriously, I looked like a defensive lineman compared to these little girls. There was one part of the choreography where we had to jump and I could have sworn after I jumped, I felt the building shift...the stick figures at the other end of the studio went flying in the air, you know, kinda like the seesaw effect. I've always said that I'm surprised I never had an eating disorder. My ballet teacher and drill team director were constantly on my ass to lose weight. It was so bad that, in the sixth grade, when other kids were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on Wonder Bread I was taking salad and iced tea to school for lunch. But now that I look back at pictures, I don't know where they wanted me to lose it from. Seriousely, you could have bounced a quarter off my ass. After all the years of battling my weight issues, I thought I had finally come to grips with the fact that I will never be what society sees as "thin" and I thought I was ok with that. I think was fooling myself. But, as large as I felt I still had a good time. I have paid for the month of September, we'll see how it goes after that.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Happy Birthday!!!

To the most important man in my life!

Today is my Paw Paw's 83rd birthday. Can you imagine? He has lived through so much, probably more than any of us will see in our lifetimes. He is the one man that has been a constant in my life, he was my father-figure when the one that was supposed to be walked out, he gave praise when it was earned, and bless his heart, dealt with all the weirdos I dated when I was growing up.

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAW PAW!

Thank you for being there for Mom, the Sister and Me.

Love ya,
Single Girl