My Journey's: A Memorable One

I was sitting here thinking about all the dates I'd been on in the past year and a half (actually 2 years but I don't like to admit that) and I got to thinking about a couple that are quite memorable in my book. 


We'll just call him B. For identity purposes, but mostly because I really can't remember his name. Anyways, B and I started chatting via okc. His profile was nice. He seemed pretty cool in his leather jacket. Yeah the leatha had me fooled! Not a lot of pictures, but enough for me to think I could judge his actual appearance. 


It wasn't long before we started texting (I miss the days where an actual conversation took place. Then again sometimes I don't). Then discussing a plan to meet. We both loved music and Karaoke. He said he was a performer/producer of sorts. Me, I just love to sing and Karaoke is so much fun to me. What's better than going to a bar and watching people make fools of them selves? And sometimes you get those rare gems that are amazing and give you chills. The night that B and I decided to meet for Karaoke, I got chills, but not for him. 


He chose the spot. It was in Midtown. He wasn't familiar with the area. His hair was way too long. Longer than in his pictures. I mean the guy's "bangs" (yeah he had freakin bangs) covered his eyes. And he was really shy. Awkward shy. So, he decides to put his name in for a Maroon 5 song. Oh goodness Maroon 5, you got to be kidding. This is only after he held on to the piece of paper wrestling with whether he should or shouldn't put it in. Now I'm thinking "he said he's a performer". Well obviously not. He gets up there and I mean you can't even hear him. The music is going and this guy is just standing up there looking like a fool. I hate to say that, but it's true. Of course I had to lie to him and tell him I could hear him and "no it was really good". It was horrible. His next brilliant idea was that we sing a duet. I chose June Carter & Johnny Cash, Jackson. We're almost out the door before our name gets called. I almost dodged a bullet. Almost! It was just as horrible as the first go round. Only this time he took me down with him. 


Finally, we are leaving and it's snowing outside, so I offer to drive him to his car. I wasn't parked far away. And guess what? He doesn't remember where he parked his car. I mean really? I was driving in circles trying to find his nissan truck. Finally drop him off, say our good byes and that was that. He texted me a couple days later, but nothing after that. Maybe I did dodge a bullet after all. 

I Play Kickball for Fun

Kickball is so much fun. I love my team and wouldn't give them up or the good times we've had for anything. 


However, sometimes some of the guys act like the girls are capable of nothing. Like when two girls are on base and one of the guys says, "What did they do?" or "I mean how did they get on base?" Um we know what you mean. How do you think they got on base? They kicked the ball and ran. Much like you would. Thank you sir,  you are a douche. 


Another continuous problem, for me, is their like to steal the girls plays. Like why are you running all the way from right field to steel my second base play? If you don't trust me on second base don't put me there. Otherwise stay in your position and I'll take care of mine. I've been playing second base for 6 seasons. I think I can handle it. Last night it was, "Tara if the ball comes your way I'll cover second, but if it comes my way you cover second". Got it. So, why do you feel the need to tell me that 5 times? Seriously I get it. I got it the first time you said it. And when the ball goes to short why are three guys on top of second base? Alls we need is one. Typically it would be the second baseman, which is me. It's a mess. Side note, I made an awesome play at second last night. It was glorious. 


There are plenty of plays to be made. Plenty of balls to be caught. Plenty of bases to be ran. You'll get your play, so let us girls have ours. We can do it. And if we can't, so what. Thankyouverymuch! 

Um...What?

On the dreaded elevator, going down to get the mail, two women get on at the 9th floor. Oh joy! One women opens her ridiculous mouth to say, "This week is going by so fast". Um...What? Lady it's only freakin Tuesday! 

"Dr." Drew is a Phony and I Don't Know Why I Continue to Watch Addicts

The face Dr. Drew is making in the picture I've uploaded is one of the many that I can't stand. The way he babies these "celebrity" addicts makes me want to scream. 


I don't understand why I continue to watch Celebrity Rehab, but when I start I can't stop. While watching this weeks episode I kept asking myself two questions: 1) Why am I watching this and 2) Why hasn't anyone realized that amy fisher is full of shit yet? I mean come on people this is a "girl" who told the nation that she was having an affair with a man and then shot his wife in the head! She is a manipulator. Or as Steven Adler said so perfectly "a liar and a bamboozler". LOL! Awesome. 


On top of Celebrity Rehab, I can't stop watching Intervention. When I first started watching the show I felt for these people and said "they have a disease". I'm starting to think differently now. Like most addicts are just babies that won't grow up and won't get over things. So you got a couple spankings when you were a kid. So that makes you an addict. Get over it. I understand some of you really have had it rough, but I'm just getting over listening to you whine about it and blame everyone but yourself for your problems. Take responsibility for your life and own it. If you like it great. If you don't do something about it. These people are being offered an opportunity to change their lives for the better. And last night this guy, a drunk, said he had something better than rehab...Islam. Ok well I hope that works out for you. He didn't take the treatment and got arrested for DUI a couple weeks after. 

Sing Along

Recently a couple old friends were asked to sing with another mutual friends band on a couple of tracks, back up. This is like a dream of mine. I would love to sing back up to a kick ass band. But sadly I wasn’t asked, or just wasn’t in the right place at the right time.

I was kind of jelly about the whole thing. Then I was at my parent’s house for my dad’s bday breakfast. A song came on the speakers, from my dad’s play list and my dad rushed my twin sister and I outside to hear it better. I didn't know what he wanted at the time, bringing us outside I thought I was in trouble or something. A train was passing through so we couldn't hear what was on the speakers. I said, “what is it, what do you want?” and finally he says “I wanted you to sing this song with me”. At that moment it hit me. I don’t need to prove myself to anyone or be in a band. I know I can sing and it’s enough just having my dad want me to sing a song with him.

It made me remember when we were young my grandfather would have us sing into his little recorder for him. I can’t remember now what the song was that he would always make us sing, but I remember singing into the recorder often enough. I would do anything to be singing for him again. 

De-Cluttering and Finding Old Stuff

Last week I walked into my room after eating dinner and gave it a good hard look. After looking through some old photo albums and sorting loose things into boxes I started organizing and throwing stuff I just do not use away. I went through maybe 4 trash bags and two sets of t-shirts and sleep pants because I was covered in dust. Realizing I probably hadn't dusted in about a year...Or more. 


I de-cluttered my shelves and some drawers. Now I have a couple empty shelves (for more junk in the future I anticipate) and two empty drawers. The moral of this blog was to get this Poem I wrote out of the way. I found it stacked under lots of old papers, concert wrist bands, tickets, lose photos and holiday cards. After reading it I remember I wrote it after a friend of mine died a while back in October. It was a horrible feeling. One I thought I'd never get rid of. Of course I did and hoped to never feel it again. Too bad things don't work out that way. 


Anyways, here's the poem (don't judge mkay!)...


We're back here again
It feels like a million times
Walking up to the familiar doors
I feel sick


Over Whelmed with sadness
We're no strangers to this place
Everyone looks so unreal
Passing by with nods and half ass smiles


Trying to listen to the voices
I stare into the carpet
Completely numb and out of it
No tears to cry no words to speak


Missing you is my weakness
Thinking of all the times we shared
Passed and gone
Left as old memories felt with tears


I realize it's a bit lame, but that's how I felt at the time. Now I can put this paper in the recycle bin. Since everything is digital now if I need to go back and remember I'll just look at my ever so popular blog. 

OkStupid

My dad told me he went on "OkStupid" found my profile and under neath my picture it read "High Maintenance". First off, thanks dad. Second, I am not high maintenance. I actually think of myself as low maintenance. Considering my competition and my track record. But maybe I'm wrong. I mean here I am still single. Still on okc.


OKC has consistently been giving me a case of the disappointments. Not that it's all been a waste, I've met some really interesting people. Had good dates and had bad dates, but I'm getting sick of seeing the same people every time I log on. I feel like I've dated every single guy on okc. Most of the guys, not that there was anything wrong with them, I just wasn't interested. 


I started hiding profiles and now I feel like I'm hiding everyone. Much like I've done of fb. Now I sound like I don't like people. Which is partly true. I don't like the guys who don't post but one picture and that lonely picture barely shows your face. That usually means there's something wrong with the way you look. The vague profile. The 98% match that doesn't interest me in the slightest. When I say I want to date someone of my ethnicity why do you keep pulling up guys not in that group? Or guys that live 50 miles away when I specifically say 25 miles or less? Gas is expensive okc. So what's up really? 


So, I'm about over it and I think I'm going to take a hiatus for a while.