16 beautiful years ago today, I was blessed with my second reason for living. My beloved Spencer Daniel Leslie Tisland came into my world. He was a giant ball of baby fluff, he weighed in at 10.5 pounds and 22 inches long. Yes, he walked out of the hospital 4 days later.
Spencer was originally due October 3, but he decided to hold out for October 4. I'm guessing because he knew his brother was born on a Friday, so he wanted to be born on Saturday, rivalry starts young people. Because he was so large, and I was a big ball of HUGE, I was sleeping on the recliner and so my water breaks, which was new to me since with Skyler it didn't. What they don't tell you is that when it breaks it continues to leak. I thought once it broke that was it. Oh noooo, every contraction more gushed out. By the time we get to Northside Hospital I was soaking wet and walking in like I had just gotten off a horse. We get checked in and it's early morning. They get me all set up like before except this precious gift was head down and stayed head down so we didn't have any automatic C-section talk, like his stubborn brother. 14 1/2 hours later, I had pushed for 2 hours consecutively, and every time I did, I kept thinking, somethings wrong, I feel like I'm going to pop something. At one point my MD comes in and tells the midwife to cut back on my epidural because she doesn't think I can feel the contractions. If I could have come off the bed I would have strangled that little Indian hobbit. Every time I pushed Spencer he would come down and then pop right back up, I'm told this is not normal. Gee, really? So after my Mum goes and has a chat with the midwife they decide I've suffered enough and prep me for yet another C-section. At least I know what to expect this go around. We get into the OR and they are working their magic and up comes this gigantic baby. No, seriously, 10 1/2 pounds is a 3 month old people, he was just so chubby and round headed, he was beautiful. When they measure his head circumference it was 12 and I about choked and asked them "um, if I only dilate to 10, how the hell was he gonna come out?' RRREALLLYYY!!!!!!????
Thank GOD for C-sections, is all I could say. The best part was when the hobbit came into my room the next day, and my Mum and ex were there and she tells us that 'I should never have been pushing because of the cut from the last baby, I could have ruptured.' Now, my Mum is a nurse and when she heard this she came off the couch and ripped the hobbit a new one. Telling her how 'we could have lost the baby and her precious daughter.' Precious daughter would be me for those of you who know she has two daughters. :)....The convo I thought my Mum was going to kill someone was when my ex had the nerve to tell her 'I can't go through this again, that was just too brutal.' Mind you, he did nothing but hold my hand. Yeah, sounds tough for you big guy, let's gut you and see how 'brutal' that is. ;p
My son's and I have a unique numerical bond as well. I was born at 2:19 am, my first born was born on 2/19 at 10:04, and yes, if you paid attention you see Spencer was born ON 10/4. We are a tight knit group of Mum and sons. As I have stated here before, I would die, lie, cheat, kill, do anything for my sons. They are my heart, what's left of it, my soul and my body and no one can ever take that away. I thank the heavens for giving me such a sweet, kind, generous, compassionate child that is Spencer....Meep.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Musings
In past blogs, I believe I've shared that I can be opinionated, sarcastic, brutally honest, hard working and on very rare occasions, sweet. Now my Mum would tell you that I am PIEW, which stands for "Perfect In Every Way", we heard this all the years we were growing up and still do to this day. I know, my Mum has been in denial for about 50 years. I would die for my boys but I'm not hoodwinked into telling people they are PIEW, pfft, I know better. They are my rays of sunshine, my sole reasons for living, but perfect? BAHAHAHAHAH, yeah, not happening. I will conceded they are quite close to being perfect to me though. Both are considerate, sarcastic, funny, brilliantly smart and thanks to me, good looking. hee hee, although I do think my Dad used to take credit for their looks. I give both my parents credit for my looks, I didn't make myself. :)
As I was saying. My boys are 4 1/2 years apart and for a long time, they were complete torture to raise. In the standpoint that they would argue incessantly, and anyone with kids knows what I mean. "He's touching me", "He's looking at me", "He took my toy/game/food". OMG. But now, Skyler is 20 and Spencer is 15. In the last few years, Skyler has really become a young adult who gets the whiny crap doesn't fly in the real world. He used to love to tattle on Spencer or talk down to him, but now he really is becoming that big brother that I always hoped he would be. He tries to impart his high school advice and naturally, Spencer's reply is usually "yeah, I'm not doing that" when Skyler tries to guide him into a smart move.
Like Skyler, in middle school Spencer played an instrument and then went into the Theatre club in high school. This was no easy feat for Spencer though. Skyler likes to tell us all that he was the youngest in the family to have a job, since he was 3 when he landed the Scottish Rite/Children's Hospital promotion. Straight out of the acting gate and he gets TV and Radio spots. I took him in for modeling because he was the cutest little kid ever, blond hair with dark blue eyes. I mean he was model material but due to his outgoing personality, which he didn't get from me, oh by the way, she wanted to use him for Acting and the next 7 years that's what he did. He did commercials for overseas and local TV. Then of course, he decided he wanted to quit that, so he "retired" at 10.
But now Spencer has entered the Acting ring and is also quite good. I never would have seen that coming when he was a toddler. Dude wouldn't leave my side until he was school aged. Spencer was 10 1/2 pounds at birth, and my happy arse was still carrying him up until he was 4. I did have some killer arm tone though, so there's a plus. Now my little "sack of taters" is 15 and I have to surf the net for size 14 shoes, seriously? I'm afraid he's not done growing, Skyler hit 6'2 at 16, and Spencer is already pushing 6'3, soooo. The up side? I don't have to carry him anymore and they are now my bouncers, my twin towers, when we go out. It's actually very nice and again, I'm thankful every day they are my beloveds.
As I was saying. My boys are 4 1/2 years apart and for a long time, they were complete torture to raise. In the standpoint that they would argue incessantly, and anyone with kids knows what I mean. "He's touching me", "He's looking at me", "He took my toy/game/food". OMG. But now, Skyler is 20 and Spencer is 15. In the last few years, Skyler has really become a young adult who gets the whiny crap doesn't fly in the real world. He used to love to tattle on Spencer or talk down to him, but now he really is becoming that big brother that I always hoped he would be. He tries to impart his high school advice and naturally, Spencer's reply is usually "yeah, I'm not doing that" when Skyler tries to guide him into a smart move.
Like Skyler, in middle school Spencer played an instrument and then went into the Theatre club in high school. This was no easy feat for Spencer though. Skyler likes to tell us all that he was the youngest in the family to have a job, since he was 3 when he landed the Scottish Rite/Children's Hospital promotion. Straight out of the acting gate and he gets TV and Radio spots. I took him in for modeling because he was the cutest little kid ever, blond hair with dark blue eyes. I mean he was model material but due to his outgoing personality, which he didn't get from me, oh by the way, she wanted to use him for Acting and the next 7 years that's what he did. He did commercials for overseas and local TV. Then of course, he decided he wanted to quit that, so he "retired" at 10.
But now Spencer has entered the Acting ring and is also quite good. I never would have seen that coming when he was a toddler. Dude wouldn't leave my side until he was school aged. Spencer was 10 1/2 pounds at birth, and my happy arse was still carrying him up until he was 4. I did have some killer arm tone though, so there's a plus. Now my little "sack of taters" is 15 and I have to surf the net for size 14 shoes, seriously? I'm afraid he's not done growing, Skyler hit 6'2 at 16, and Spencer is already pushing 6'3, soooo. The up side? I don't have to carry him anymore and they are now my bouncers, my twin towers, when we go out. It's actually very nice and again, I'm thankful every day they are my beloveds.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Childhood Holiday Memories
When I was a wee child we always went to the North Palm Beach Country Club for our 4th of July festivities. During the day Mum would take me and her other child, to the pool while Dad played a few rounds of golf. Then we would go home, shower, get dressed and come back up for the fireworks display. It was always amazing, epic even. I remember sitting on the golf course, our little fam of four, chatting with our friends and running around while we waited on the program to begin. Such happy times. The golf course was so wide and so long where they shot off the fireworks, that you literally felt like it was raining down on you when they would shoot off. I don't remember music playing but still, it was so much fun and entertaining to watch and listen to.
For Christmas I remember a few times going to Lantana for the giant tree festival, but I believe that was in high school and I went with friends. I'm sure if I tried to take my kids to that they would tell me how lame it was or even worse, how lame I was, as if.
But you know, times were simpler then. Atari had come out but lord, you didn't spend all day playing Pong or you would go crazy. I could only sit there for a short while and listen to that "ping" so many times before I said "OK, I'm done!" But that could be my self diagnosed ADD too, who knows. I can't sit and play video games now, and trying to watch my sons, even something that constantly moves, bores me to tears. I had this one boyfriend who would play those army games with his roommate and after 5 minutes I was saying "alrighty then, I'm going to bed, see you later." Both my sons play video games but the eldest can sit in his "man cave" and play all night long. He has always been a nocturnal child. I remember when I was carrying him and I'd get ready for bed and then BAM, he decides it's time to kick and roll while Mummy tried to sleep. He can stay up all night and then go to bed at 6 am and sleep until 3pm. And I'm saying that in present day, not past. His Dad spoils him like no body's business. I often say that Skyler could pull a Columbine and my ex would blame the school. Skyler has never been in trouble with his Dad, whereas Spencer could do something so minimal and be banned to the dungeon for life. Fact. My baby daddy can deny all he likes, but even Skyler will tell you "I can get away with anything, I am the Messiah." And he is being dead serious. He doesn't say it to be cocky, he's just stating the truth. We all know this and Spencer knows I pretty much let him do whatever he wants, so it sort of balances out. If his Dad gets on him too hard I will intervene but baby daddy isn't much into punishing either of them anyway. His Dad was a little on the over punishing side so Steven is the polar opposite. Of course, he would tell you that I was making this up, but ask anyone who knows all of us and you will come to find out, I'm right, as usual I might add. Hee hee.
For Christmas I remember a few times going to Lantana for the giant tree festival, but I believe that was in high school and I went with friends. I'm sure if I tried to take my kids to that they would tell me how lame it was or even worse, how lame I was, as if.
But you know, times were simpler then. Atari had come out but lord, you didn't spend all day playing Pong or you would go crazy. I could only sit there for a short while and listen to that "ping" so many times before I said "OK, I'm done!" But that could be my self diagnosed ADD too, who knows. I can't sit and play video games now, and trying to watch my sons, even something that constantly moves, bores me to tears. I had this one boyfriend who would play those army games with his roommate and after 5 minutes I was saying "alrighty then, I'm going to bed, see you later." Both my sons play video games but the eldest can sit in his "man cave" and play all night long. He has always been a nocturnal child. I remember when I was carrying him and I'd get ready for bed and then BAM, he decides it's time to kick and roll while Mummy tried to sleep. He can stay up all night and then go to bed at 6 am and sleep until 3pm. And I'm saying that in present day, not past. His Dad spoils him like no body's business. I often say that Skyler could pull a Columbine and my ex would blame the school. Skyler has never been in trouble with his Dad, whereas Spencer could do something so minimal and be banned to the dungeon for life. Fact. My baby daddy can deny all he likes, but even Skyler will tell you "I can get away with anything, I am the Messiah." And he is being dead serious. He doesn't say it to be cocky, he's just stating the truth. We all know this and Spencer knows I pretty much let him do whatever he wants, so it sort of balances out. If his Dad gets on him too hard I will intervene but baby daddy isn't much into punishing either of them anyway. His Dad was a little on the over punishing side so Steven is the polar opposite. Of course, he would tell you that I was making this up, but ask anyone who knows all of us and you will come to find out, I'm right, as usual I might add. Hee hee.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Neighborly love...ugh
I have lived in my house for 13 years now and of the 3 neighbors I speak with, I was the first here. When my other people moved in we all made nice, introduced ourselves etc. The family directly across from me, has two girls, so when my boys were younger the four of them would hang out. The freak to the left and across from me, is my issue. Now, Clem is a nice enough guy, never married and I found out is now retired for the last few years. Side note, if this guy had 3 girls locked in his house ala Cleveland, I would not be surprised. I don't know what his house looks like on the inside and I pray I never find out. Over the years Mr Clem, as I refer to him, is the neighbor where if you are out watering your plants, or painting your house or generally just freaking busy doing yard work, his happy arse will pop over and chit chat. Clearly, he cannot tell I'm busy. Grrrr and the Mrs. Rogers in me makes me stop what I'm doing and chat. And that pisses me off. I'm outside for a reason, not to catch up on the latest gossip or be interrogated like the Gestapo.
A few months ago, I went out for the first mow of the year, always a happy day for me as I really enjoy mowing. Great exercise and I feel such a sense of accomplishment when I am done. I am barely 3 rows in and here comes Mr Clem, oh joy. He starts off complaining about the neighbors barking dog, which I do concede is annoying as fuck. I cannot even hang outside on my deck bc she is barking the whole time and ruins even a beer buzz. After he is done with that issue, he moves along to asking me why I haven't been around. I look at him like he has 4 heads bc I am home every night after work so I'm perplexed as to what the hell he is speaking of. And I ask, "um, what? I'm here every night." He then says "Oh, I haven't seen you home and I thought you were spending the nights with your friend." (first of all, yes this is creepy that he watches over me, but after 13 years, eh, whatever, I'm used to it). Now at this point I have no clue what "friend" he is referring to and I stupidly ask, "What friend? Shelly?' and he says "No, the blond guy who drives the silver boxy car." Thankfully, I'm wearing my sunglasses so he can't see my eyes when I say "I don't know who you are referring to, none of my friends look like that." "Yes, you know the tall skinny guy." I keep my calm and say "Um, huh, yeah I don't remember anyone like that" for the record I know exactly whom he is talking about but I choose to ignore it. He then proceeds to move onto my sons. "I haven't seen the kids around either, if you need work done around the house, you know I will help". Now I'm pissed bc my boys are here every Tuesday/Wednesday for dinner and "Mum" time, so this A-hole has no clue what he is saying and I don't need him spying on me. I get away from him and then here comes the other guy Brent, who lives directly across from me with the two girls. He asks "Was Clem complaining about me?" Jesus, really people? I reply "No, we were talking about the dog etc", "OK good, bc I have chickens and I didn't know if he was talking about them." Christ, help a sista out down here, would you?
My deal is this, you do your thing, I'll do mine. I mind my business, please mind yours.
A few months ago, I went out for the first mow of the year, always a happy day for me as I really enjoy mowing. Great exercise and I feel such a sense of accomplishment when I am done. I am barely 3 rows in and here comes Mr Clem, oh joy. He starts off complaining about the neighbors barking dog, which I do concede is annoying as fuck. I cannot even hang outside on my deck bc she is barking the whole time and ruins even a beer buzz. After he is done with that issue, he moves along to asking me why I haven't been around. I look at him like he has 4 heads bc I am home every night after work so I'm perplexed as to what the hell he is speaking of. And I ask, "um, what? I'm here every night." He then says "Oh, I haven't seen you home and I thought you were spending the nights with your friend." (first of all, yes this is creepy that he watches over me, but after 13 years, eh, whatever, I'm used to it). Now at this point I have no clue what "friend" he is referring to and I stupidly ask, "What friend? Shelly?' and he says "No, the blond guy who drives the silver boxy car." Thankfully, I'm wearing my sunglasses so he can't see my eyes when I say "I don't know who you are referring to, none of my friends look like that." "Yes, you know the tall skinny guy." I keep my calm and say "Um, huh, yeah I don't remember anyone like that" for the record I know exactly whom he is talking about but I choose to ignore it. He then proceeds to move onto my sons. "I haven't seen the kids around either, if you need work done around the house, you know I will help". Now I'm pissed bc my boys are here every Tuesday/Wednesday for dinner and "Mum" time, so this A-hole has no clue what he is saying and I don't need him spying on me. I get away from him and then here comes the other guy Brent, who lives directly across from me with the two girls. He asks "Was Clem complaining about me?" Jesus, really people? I reply "No, we were talking about the dog etc", "OK good, bc I have chickens and I didn't know if he was talking about them." Christ, help a sista out down here, would you?
My deal is this, you do your thing, I'll do mine. I mind my business, please mind yours.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I know I am, but what are you?
Over the course of my 900 years of existing on this planet, I have acquired some lovely nicknames. Naturally my fave is Princess, just regular Princess, because I am the people's Princess, so nothing more needs to be added to that. However, I've been called "Ice Princess", "The Refrigerator", "Snot Box", and as of late "Miss OCD". Personally, I do not mind "Ice Princess" because it reminds me of a time when I didn't put up with crap from anyone, I really need to be more like that girl, but I veered away as I thought I was too much of a Bitch, perhaps I was mistaken.
Saturday night, one of my bestie guy friends Matt and I, were celebrating our 1 year friendship anniversary. We didn't go to dinner or exchange gifts, but we went to the place where we met and sat under my beloved JBJ wall size photo. Pure bliss for me, anyhoo, Matt brought a date, (I KNOW RIGHT!) to our celebration. I brought my friend Michelle, but it wasn't a date, have some class Matt, I mean really. I am totally kidding with the "date" thing, I wasn't upset he had a friend join us, really. OK, so his "date" has this very annoying, to me anyway, habit of twirling her hair. After about a good 10-15 minutes, I finally said something. It may have come off a tad harsh, I might have even spoken a little louder than my normal voice, and perhaps slammed the table? But geezus! If you are hanging with me, you had better not have even annoying tics because I will be a hag and say something. So we go back to chit chat, and lo and behold, she starts it back up. I think I growled under my voice and again brought it to her attention. When I commented the first time, I do believe I said something close to "OH MY GOD! YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH YOUR HAIR TWIRL". So this time I may have even threatened to beat her, it's unclear exactly what was said, but Matt called me "Miss OCD" and asked me to calm down, which I did. They left shortly after that. Hmmmm, was that the reason why? Lol.
I guess my point is, we all have things that either annoy us, disturbs us or sends us over the edge. Doing repetitive motions, clearly, sets me off. But I'm that person that can't sit still either. My leg will just start jumping up and down, and I've been told to stop it and I do. One of the reasons I get so irritated with traffic is because I like to keep moving. When I travel and we come to a dead stop? OMG, it will send me over the edge faster than an car being blown up in Fast & Furious. I was coming home from Charleston, a few months back, and all of the sudden BAM, dead stop traffic. I freaked, I was traveling with a new friend who really hadn't seen how I can go postal, period, must less while being stuck in a non moving vehicle. I tried my phone to find a reason for said traffic, there was none, so that frustrated me. Then I'm looking at the other vehicles and I'm hanging out of the window trying to see if there had been an accident. I wanted to get out of the vehicle but I was told to keep my happy arse inside. So then I tell my friend, "Fine, you have to entertain me, or it's going to get ugly and no singing!" We played "What's your favorite blank?" That was fun for about 5 minutes. The only way I can explain this is I'm not a patient person. I know my close peeps are shocked, they had no idea. But it's true, I blame my DNA. My Dad was not a patient guy, guess that's why we got along so well. When we are ready to go, or do something, by God, the rest of you had better be too. And can I just say, growing up with two Leo's in the house, (neither were me or my Dad, side note) my Dad and I were fuming a lot when it came to traveling. I'm just saying.....
Saturday night, one of my bestie guy friends Matt and I, were celebrating our 1 year friendship anniversary. We didn't go to dinner or exchange gifts, but we went to the place where we met and sat under my beloved JBJ wall size photo. Pure bliss for me, anyhoo, Matt brought a date, (I KNOW RIGHT!) to our celebration. I brought my friend Michelle, but it wasn't a date, have some class Matt, I mean really. I am totally kidding with the "date" thing, I wasn't upset he had a friend join us, really. OK, so his "date" has this very annoying, to me anyway, habit of twirling her hair. After about a good 10-15 minutes, I finally said something. It may have come off a tad harsh, I might have even spoken a little louder than my normal voice, and perhaps slammed the table? But geezus! If you are hanging with me, you had better not have even annoying tics because I will be a hag and say something. So we go back to chit chat, and lo and behold, she starts it back up. I think I growled under my voice and again brought it to her attention. When I commented the first time, I do believe I said something close to "OH MY GOD! YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH YOUR HAIR TWIRL". So this time I may have even threatened to beat her, it's unclear exactly what was said, but Matt called me "Miss OCD" and asked me to calm down, which I did. They left shortly after that. Hmmmm, was that the reason why? Lol.
I guess my point is, we all have things that either annoy us, disturbs us or sends us over the edge. Doing repetitive motions, clearly, sets me off. But I'm that person that can't sit still either. My leg will just start jumping up and down, and I've been told to stop it and I do. One of the reasons I get so irritated with traffic is because I like to keep moving. When I travel and we come to a dead stop? OMG, it will send me over the edge faster than an car being blown up in Fast & Furious. I was coming home from Charleston, a few months back, and all of the sudden BAM, dead stop traffic. I freaked, I was traveling with a new friend who really hadn't seen how I can go postal, period, must less while being stuck in a non moving vehicle. I tried my phone to find a reason for said traffic, there was none, so that frustrated me. Then I'm looking at the other vehicles and I'm hanging out of the window trying to see if there had been an accident. I wanted to get out of the vehicle but I was told to keep my happy arse inside. So then I tell my friend, "Fine, you have to entertain me, or it's going to get ugly and no singing!" We played "What's your favorite blank?" That was fun for about 5 minutes. The only way I can explain this is I'm not a patient person. I know my close peeps are shocked, they had no idea. But it's true, I blame my DNA. My Dad was not a patient guy, guess that's why we got along so well. When we are ready to go, or do something, by God, the rest of you had better be too. And can I just say, growing up with two Leo's in the house, (neither were me or my Dad, side note) my Dad and I were fuming a lot when it came to traveling. I'm just saying.....
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Things I've learned in the last 900 years of being me
As I reflect on stupid mistakes, or uninformed errors, I have come to realize that like the highways that lead us to our physical destinations, little clues from interactions with people, lead us on our personal highways. Below are just a smidgen of the ones I have remembered to really listen to in the future and they are in no particular order, just as I recalled them to write them down:
1. If someone tells you "I want it all, I want to be a kid in a candy store and I want you", tell Willy Wonka adios.
2. If someone appears selfish initially, she really is THAT selfish in the long run.
3. If you only hear from someone at their convenience, they are not a friend.
4. If your physical therapist, whom you've maybe had 2 convo's with, tells you to "slow down and enjoy life because if you don't God will slow you down himself", I'm thinking that's a sign I'm not supposed to work 7 days a week.
5. That old saying that we all had posters of on our bedroom wall, "If you love something set it free" etc, it's actually quite spot on. Because if somebody truly cares about you, loves you, needs you, they will go out of their way to get you back and let you know just how much they care. Now, I'm not saying you want them back, and it could get quite messy if you no longer feel the same, but that's a different blog.
6. Time really does fly. When my first beloved was born, the first most amazing day of my life, other Mom's and my own parents said "treasure these days as they will grow up before you know it", and side bar, I actually teared up writing that line, sniff, where was I? Oh right, SQUIRREL! They really do seem like only yesterday. But now he is a tall, strapping man of 20. And I'm an old hag looking on the down side of death. Oh joy. (sarcasm)
1. If someone tells you "I want it all, I want to be a kid in a candy store and I want you", tell Willy Wonka adios.
2. If someone appears selfish initially, she really is THAT selfish in the long run.
3. If you only hear from someone at their convenience, they are not a friend.
4. If your physical therapist, whom you've maybe had 2 convo's with, tells you to "slow down and enjoy life because if you don't God will slow you down himself", I'm thinking that's a sign I'm not supposed to work 7 days a week.
5. That old saying that we all had posters of on our bedroom wall, "If you love something set it free" etc, it's actually quite spot on. Because if somebody truly cares about you, loves you, needs you, they will go out of their way to get you back and let you know just how much they care. Now, I'm not saying you want them back, and it could get quite messy if you no longer feel the same, but that's a different blog.
6. Time really does fly. When my first beloved was born, the first most amazing day of my life, other Mom's and my own parents said "treasure these days as they will grow up before you know it", and side bar, I actually teared up writing that line, sniff, where was I? Oh right, SQUIRREL! They really do seem like only yesterday. But now he is a tall, strapping man of 20. And I'm an old hag looking on the down side of death. Oh joy. (sarcasm)
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I don't even know where to begin...
A few months ago, I was moping about a friend that I missed and the great fun we had last fall, right? Well, I still had contact with said friend, we will call him Mason, because I stupidly, really thought we had cultivated a friendship. I grant you that I can be naive but this blows naivety out of the frickin window. OK, like I said, Mason and I were still talking, no longer hanging out but we were friendly and would catch up with each other. Last month Mason gets back together with his on again off again love, I was truly happy for him. I knew their break up was hard on him as we had discussions about it. Look, anytime my friends fall in love or get back together with 'the one' I am all for it, my feelings aside, truly.
Last night I met a side of Mason that I never even knew existed. You know how they say 'never judge a book by it's cover?' Well, if he's in a band, you can, because the stereotype is there for a reason ladies, especially if he is the lead singer. I'm out with my sons and their friend for dinner, always a good time, and I get a text from Mason. Very nice since he had been out of the country doing some gigs. I was excited to hear about the trip, the weather etc. We get that aside and he goes into sleaze mode. When Mason and I were hanging out last fall, we had very good evening convo's, so I'm not going to sit here and say I'm a prude, however, once another is in the picture, you are a FRIEND and I don't have those discussions with you anymore. When I told Mason this, he gets snippy, quite hilarious actually, and I convey that him being with his gf, this isn't happening and I was pissed he would even think I was some whore he could have these talks with. Excuse me, I am a Princess, and you are NOT going to play me for a fool or worse, a number. Move on down the alphabet my love. When I call him out for having the gf his reply was, and I'm quoting here, "we're working on things...yea so". If he had been standing in front of me I would have slapped him. One of "their" and I mean his issues was he had broken her trust. Gee, really, color me shocked. ;p....I say "why would you chance losing her with this talk then?" Clearly, he didn't like this calling out because he comes back with "harmless fun..don't get so offended". There were so many offenses last night that I couldn't even point to just one. What did I learn last night? When a guy says to you early on, "I'm a bad guy" frickin listen to him, he's not lying, he is telling you he is a scum wad. Unfortunately, his niceness shadowed that for a very long time with me. And since I considered us friends, I never thought I would see this side, which come to think of it, he doesn't have just two sides, he has ummmm, 5? But I also realized, we aren't friends, not in the tradition I see friendships in. I was and am just a number in his heavy Rolodex, but no longer. I see him for what he truly is now and I can never unsee that.
Last night I met a side of Mason that I never even knew existed. You know how they say 'never judge a book by it's cover?' Well, if he's in a band, you can, because the stereotype is there for a reason ladies, especially if he is the lead singer. I'm out with my sons and their friend for dinner, always a good time, and I get a text from Mason. Very nice since he had been out of the country doing some gigs. I was excited to hear about the trip, the weather etc. We get that aside and he goes into sleaze mode. When Mason and I were hanging out last fall, we had very good evening convo's, so I'm not going to sit here and say I'm a prude, however, once another is in the picture, you are a FRIEND and I don't have those discussions with you anymore. When I told Mason this, he gets snippy, quite hilarious actually, and I convey that him being with his gf, this isn't happening and I was pissed he would even think I was some whore he could have these talks with. Excuse me, I am a Princess, and you are NOT going to play me for a fool or worse, a number. Move on down the alphabet my love. When I call him out for having the gf his reply was, and I'm quoting here, "we're working on things...yea so". If he had been standing in front of me I would have slapped him. One of "their" and I mean his issues was he had broken her trust. Gee, really, color me shocked. ;p....I say "why would you chance losing her with this talk then?" Clearly, he didn't like this calling out because he comes back with "harmless fun..don't get so offended". There were so many offenses last night that I couldn't even point to just one. What did I learn last night? When a guy says to you early on, "I'm a bad guy" frickin listen to him, he's not lying, he is telling you he is a scum wad. Unfortunately, his niceness shadowed that for a very long time with me. And since I considered us friends, I never thought I would see this side, which come to think of it, he doesn't have just two sides, he has ummmm, 5? But I also realized, we aren't friends, not in the tradition I see friendships in. I was and am just a number in his heavy Rolodex, but no longer. I see him for what he truly is now and I can never unsee that.
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