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Wanna Be A Bad Ass? Date Yourself!

Wanna be a Bad Ass? Date yourself for a week. I did. And it was epic awesomeness. Three weeks ago, I had the best week ever (still getting this consistency thing down folks so please bare with me!),

On a whim, I decided to do something different everyday after work, just to keep the momentum of the Summer of Bee going. And boy has it sky rocketed. Beyoncé should make an album about my week. It would be called Kool-Aid. As in I have drank the Kool Aid of the single fabulous life and I am addicted. The rules were simple: $20 or less and within walking distance from work. That’s it.

I Found Dory

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Just Keep Swimming, Swimming, Swimming

From previous posts, you know that I am huge Disney fan, so I had to see Finding Dory. And as luck or fate would have it, it was playing at the Prince Theatre, which I didn’t know played movies. $13 bucks for the ticket and $7 for popcorn and water, I settled in my seat for epic Disney Magic. I am not Siskel nor Ebert, so I will not review the movie, but go and see it!! I laughed, almost cried, gasped and was stunned numerous times in a 2 hour period. Dear Disney, I was not ready for the emotional roller coaster that you put me through, but I was glad for the ride. Along with my ticket, I got a coupon for the Franklin Institute’s Science of Pixar Exhibt. You can never have to much Disney in your life.

Asananas and Acrylic Paint

Tuesday was what can only be described as a kismet. I planned to attend a yoga class after work. I even made sure my outfit matched. When you work out at home, this is the least of your worries. Around 2pm, I got a Facebook message from a friend saying that she had seen my Facebook post about doing stuff around the City, and was wondering if I would be able to sit in for friend who could not attend Paint Nite.  The yoga class I planned to attend ended at 7, the same time Paint Nite began.  After a moment of slight panic, I noticed another class that was shorter and less expensive that would allow me to get both my Namaste and Picasso on.

I had the most amazing yoga experience ever. Even though I didn’t know some of the poses, it was totally cool. I got lost in the movement and crossed one thing off of my summer bucket list. A quick change later, it was off to Paint Nite. If you have not been to a Paint Nite, please go. It’s like Bob Ross meets Happy Hour. The teacher gives step by step instructions of what to paint and how. I’ll admit it. Several times I got lost in the brush strokes and let myself go. There are parts of the painting that I like and don’t like, but I am still searching for the perfect wall to hang it on. So share your story, you know never know what may be offered and don’t get stuck in a set plan. Zig and zag to make the best of a situation.

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My Masterpiece

 

Yoga and a Cheese Steak Wit Onions

Wednesday I was still basking in Downward Dog glory. I loved my yoga class on Tuesday and was searching for something a little closer to home.Enter Magu Yoga. This had me way out of my element. Yoga while squeezing a yoga block between your legs? Poses and vinyasas that I have never heard of before? Mind blown. Alex was amazing and helped with my alignment and posture. I didn’t know how fucked up my Chatagrangas were until Alex showed me. An hour later, I was in ecstasy. It was a yoga high that I cannot explain.  Between shavasana and mediation, I was the calmest I had been in forever. So calm that I patiently waited for the woman in front of me to get all of her belongings just to get my flip flops. So calm that I didn’t break a sweat as I circled the block three times for a parking space by Dalessandro’s and it was so worth it.

There is nothing that makes this Philly girl’s heart sing more than a no-frills cheesesteak place. But how about one that sells beer as well? SOLD! Along with my scrumptious cheese steak, I had potato chips and a Grapefruit Shandy. If you have not tried the Grapefruit Shandy, please do. Was Dalessandro’s as much as it’s cracked up to be? Yes, that and then some. I have never had a cheese steak that was like eating butter. The bread was so soft and the meat cooked to perfection and the Shandy was the best way to was it down. It was worth the trip for one of the best cheesesteaks I’ve had in a while.

A Beer with A View

Thursday was a dreary day weather wise but not for my week o’ dates. Summers are for happy hours so I stopped by one hosted by some close friends at TGI Friday’s. I always like to support those around me and who doesn’t love good conversation and drinks. After a beverage and a hot dog (it was free), I decided to venture next door to Assembly, the new roof top bar at the Logan Hotel.  As I walked towards the elevator, I was met by a lovely attendant who told me that due to the rain the rooftop was closed and that they would text me when it was open.  I just grabbed a beer ($6.00 – this will be important later),trolled social media, and planned some blog posts while I waited out Mother Nature.

Soon my phone notified me that the rooftop open. I was escorted (yes escorted) to the bar. I felt somewhat important for a second, until a server asked me if there was someone on the elevator with me. No bitch, I just came up by myself like I owned the place. I should have known then that my relationship with Assembly would be a short lived one. I quickly glanced over the bar menu and saw they had Corona for $6 (again, this will make sense soon). I ordered one, which according to the menu should be $6. When my man said $9, I thought I misheard him. My suspicions were confirmed when he took my $9. It’s not his fault for the upcharge. He just works there. Like Elsa, I let that shit go.

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Yes, this is the most expensive Corona Ever!

I am A Bad Ass

I honestly tried to enjoy the view. I tried to enjoy my absurdly overpriced  Corona, I tried to enjoy the atmosphere, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t get into. I realized then and there over my ridiculously expensive imported beer that I am not about this life. I am not one to see and be seen. I don’t need to be in the hot spot to feel like I made it. And that is fucking liberating. To finally realize who you are and NOT be ashamed of it is pretty bad ass, Wonder Woman here I come. I did something that I never do. From my early drinking days at University of Delaware. I was taught not to waste a drink. You get a drink, you finish it. End of story. With my new found badassness  and big girl pants. I put my Corona (I had like a 1/4 of the bottle left) and walked out. BAM! And another first, I actually left when I felt uncomfortable. I would usually stay hoping that unicorns and rainbows would magically appear and make everything right. But not today. I wasn’t feeling the room, so I left the room. Damn that felt good.

Foods, Brews, and A Kick Ass Time

As my week of awesomeness came to an end on Friday, I had my sights and taste buds ready for Buck-A-Shuck at the Oyster House. I hade been dreaming of my dozen oysters and beer for what seemed like forever.To my shock, horror, and dismay, The Oyster House was packed. Not a seat to be had.  I went to another bar that was having Buck-A-Shuck happy hour, Pennsylvania 6, only to find that there were no seats at the bar either. Again, I could tuck tail and run or make the most out of this situation. I used the Spotluck app to see what else was around. Fergie’s Pub it was. I was a little skeptical. No one was at the bar, It was practically empty. “Just go in and sit down,” my gut said. So I did. What followed was the most amazing four hours. From beer tasting (thanks to an awesome bartender) to conversations about steam trains, camping, and talking with a guy who is Anderson Cooper’s second cousin. I mean I couldn’t make this up if I tried. And I wouldn’t want to. Before I knew it, its was 10:30 and Cinderella had to get home.

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One of the Delicious Beers at Fergie’s Pub

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And one of it’s friends…

Final Thoughts… Like I haven’t Had Enough Things to Say

For those five days, I was a totally different person. I guess, I was finally me. I usually go with the flow, but this was different, I got out of my rut and lived. There was no more going home and Netflix and Chill (that is reserved for Sundays). I got out and experienced life. For those 5 days, I was living and it felt damn good! So. ladies. If you want to be a bad ass, go date yourself for a week, It doesn’t have to be extravagant. Go to the movies or happy hour. Take a class or go out to dinner BY YOURSELF! If you don’t know what you want in life, who else will?

Later Days,

B

 

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Sometimes you just have to laugh to keep from crying or throwing your computer across the room, or both. My sister sent to be a link to an article from 2011 titled, and I quote: “Top Twelve Reasons Why So Many Good Black Men Are Still Single”. After reading the first reason I knew, a response to this epic bullshit would make a great #singlegirlproblems post.

The post can be found here at the afro.com and the oh so “informative podcast” that is referenced, “The Victory Unlimited Show”, is well from this black woman’s point of view, the reason why any good black man who listens to the show is still single.

If you have glanced at the post and have comeback to reality, you know why I am so hype. I mean really dude? Really? My resting bitch face is so on point right now, so without any further delay here is my response to: “The Top Twelve Reasons Why So Many Good Black Men Are Still Single: (disclaimer: please do not drink anything while reading this. I am not responsible for any damage to your computer caused by your drink flying out of your mouth.)

1.) They keep meeting woman with unrealistic expectations for what they want in a man. I’m so sorry if I want a man to have a job and a place to live. Last time I checked that wasn’t unrealistic, it was called being a responsible adult.

2.) They keep meeting women who put them in the wrong category by writing them off to quickly as not being “their type”. Your type may be video vixen. I am not a vide vixen. Therefore, I am not your type. The end. It’s very cut and dry when you think of it that way.

3.) They’re not wanted because they are not needed. Too many women have told them they don’t “need” a man. I don’t need a man to pay my bills or take care of me. I need a man to be a companion, husband, father, soul mate, my other half. If you can’t handle that then guess what Boo? You’re absolutely right. I don’t need you.

4.) They keep meeting black women who don’t respect them just because they “are” black men. And I want you to respect me for being a black woman. Respect is a two-way street. To get respect, you have to give it. Plan and simple.

5.) They keep failing women’s Girlfriend Approval Test. If the woman’s friends don’t like them, then they woman won’t give them a chance either. I value my girlfriends’ opinions. They speak the truth. You may be speaking to get me in bed. Guess who I am going to trust?

6.) They keep meeting women who are not interested in them, but only in how much money they make. Then stop flaunting your money around like freakin’ Floyd Mayweather. Guess what? If all you do is buy a woman things, they will only see you as a wallet. Start being a man and she will see you as one.

7.) They’re nobody until somebody loves them. Not enough women see them as a prize unless they see a lot of other women chasing after them first.  Doesn’t your mother love you? I can’t responsible for your deep rooted, “Mommy didn’t give enough hugs when I was 4 complex”. As Mama Rupaul always says,” If you can’t love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else? Can I get an Amen”? Yes, Honey. Amen.

8.) They meet too many women who don’t really know what they want. Do you know what you really want? Let’s be serious. Do you know what type of women you are looking for? You can’t say that a woman doesn’t know what she wants if you can even begin to articulate what you want.

9.) They meet too many women who believe that single, good black men are “too good to be true.” Le sigh. How many black men think a smart, single, educated black woman is too good to be true? Well here I am.

10.) They’re the right man at the wrong time. Life is all about timing. Maybe she is not into dating right now? Maybe you failed to see that she is married right now. Maybe you didn’t notice that she didn’t want to talk to you right now.

11.) They meet too many women who don’t recognize a good man when they see one. Many black men don’t recognize a good black woman when they see one. (Drops mic and walks away.)

12.) They don’t promote all the great things about themselves boldly or consistently enough to enough women. So you need to be put on a pedestal with your accomplishments scrolling behind you like movie credits for you to feel good about yourself? That sounds like a personal problem, Bro.

Not one of these reasons has anything to do with the man. Not one. It is really easy to say, I am single because everyone else it messed up. Maybe you need to get your shit together, figure out what you want in life and then go get it. That’s what you want women to do. We need to have it all. In shape, educated, financially stable, look good, smell good, dress well, hair done, nails, done, cook, clean, help you, help the family. The list goes on. But of course, as soon as this is brought to a man’s attention it’s, “Nah, we just want you to be yourself.” But when I am myself, I’m not all that you want me to be, therefore, not good enough for you. It’s a fucked up dynamic.

While you figure out what you want and please take your time, I’m gonna be over here. Still single.

Later Days,

B

#singlegirlproblems

Last week after taking myself out to dinner as a reward for
scoring an amazing deal on a Fendi bikini, I was waiting at the train station
for my ride on SEPTA. Sitting on the bench in front of me was a couple,
obviously smitten because they were all over each other. Like serious PDA.
Kissing, snuggling, hands down shirts, the whole deal.
Am I the only one who is completely annoyed with PDA? I mean
really. Do you really have to suck face in public for the whole entire world to
see? Do you think that people want to see you make out in the middle of Jefferson
Station? Relief washed over my body as my train approached; however, I did note
that the women of the pair was on my train, alone. Thank goodness. I do not
think that I could manage another 30 minutes subjected to round 2 of their middle
school make out session.
There are a couple ways that we could explain my visceral
reaction to what I saw. 1.) I am a total prude who believes all romantic
actions that may or may not be classified as foreplay should be kept in the
confines of a bedroom, hotel room, motel room, closet, and or any room with a
door that closes or 2.) I am completely jealous of what they have. I am going
to go with 1 and 2. When it comes to PDA, I can’t stand it. I am that old
church lady who is thinking, “Don’t they know any better? They need to get a
room.” Aren’t you uncomfortable that people are watching what you are doing
right now? I get uncomfortable eating crunchy food at work because it may annoy
people. On the other hand, I am completely jealous that I don’t have someone to
kiss me passionately in a public place and not care who is watching. We all
want what we don’t have right. We all want that romantic movie scene to be
real. For some rugged handsome man to see us from across the room, run towards
us, sweep us of our feet and away to our happily ever after. Single girls can
dream, right?
PDA is not for everyone, me included. But hey do what you
want to do. Just realize there may be a woman going through the #singlegirlstruggle
watching you wondering where the nearest hose is.
Later Days

 

B

#singlegirlproblems

Can any of my single ladies relate to this:

You are SUPER excited for a party or night out on the town. Like Christmas morning excited. You mark it on your calendar. You pick out the perfect outfit right down to the accessories, . You wait until the last possible moment to wash your hair so it’s nice, bouncy and clean. You SHAVE your legs and then what… DISASTER! The event is a utter and total flop. No one is giving you a second glance and the THOTs are ruling the room. Oh you haven’t of THOTs? That stands for “That Hoe over there.” No further explanation needed.

You walk out, not even buzzed and think to yourself. “I got dressed and shaved my legs for this? I just wasted a totally good outfit as you drive to the McDonald’s drive-thru to drown your sorrows in a milkshake and fries.

I can’t be the only one that this has happened to right?

But here’s the kicker. I do this ALL of the time. Well not every day, but enough to know that I should stay in my house with some wine and a good Netflix marathon instead of suffering from the inevitable disapointment. Am I just the eternal optimist who thinks, “maybe THIS will be the time the stars align. THIS time the man of my dreams will bump into my and whisk me away to his Tuscan villa.” Maybe I should stop watching Lifetime movies.

Is my overwhelming optimism setting me up for complete and total disappointment? A girl can dream for her Prince Charming with the Tuscan Villa right!! Or in all actuality, I am just going to the wrong events. The down side of being one of the “senior” members of my squad. Does that mean I have to start hanging out with older people??? Will I have to fight off men who are my dad’s age looking for a young honey?” Oh the heart palpitations have started. Relax, related, release…

I guess I am back as square one again. Finding a good hang out spot that is not overflowing with young boys who think they know everything and older men who are looking for a young second, third, or fourth wife.

I may or may not have just described my apartment.

The #singlegirlstruggle is real.

Later Days!

B

#singlegirlproblems

How did my little social experiment far this weekend? Fair to partly cloudy. The entire weekend wasn’t a bust, but Friday did not go well. I was excited to go out. Like really excited. It has been a while since I got all dressed up and went out for a night out on the town. I made sure all my chores were done, picked out an outfit that was comfortable, yet classy and headed out to North Shore Beach Club, a private pool and bar in Philly. Took me a little bit to make it to the spot due to some
road construction, but I did beat cover.Success. That was probably the highlight of the night. What met me beyond the doors was a total cluster fuck. I had to be one of the oldest people in the entire building. People were lounging on beach chairs scrolling through Facebook not paying attention to anyone, someone was thrown into the pool, and there were many people holding court at the bar. We will not even begin to describe the many questionable fashion choices.

After 3 drinks, I left. Yup, I hauled ass out of there. I couldn’t take it anymore. Luckily, I passed a McDonald’s on the way home. That was the second highlight of the night. I left at 9:45. I was home by 12:40 and that included my McD’s detour. There would have been a time that I would have stuck it out, hoping that the mood and vibe of the room changed. Not so much anymore. I had had enough of the selfies in the dark and high cut bathing suits and I was gone. Wisdom does come with age.

Saturday was a different story. I was invited to a house party for a friend’s birthday party. There was food, drink, music, laughs and good conversation. Sweet bliss. This was more my speed. A good time was had by all. I had such a wonderful time, which I paid for this morning (hey wine!)

So what was the verdict? Both of these events taught me one valuable lesson. I need to figure out where my tribe hangs out an frequent those places.I need to find my peeps!! And I can tell you that they are not at North Shore on a Friday night. Now that I know where they aren’t, I need to find out where they are…..

Sounds like this experiment is just getting started.

Later Days!
B

#singlegirlproblems

Thanks to C. Bug for commenting on my last #SGP post!  I know it was a while ago. Sorry about that 🙁 But thanks to her comment, I have decided to be bold and take action to solve my #singlegirlproblems. That’s right folks, Bianca is officially on the prowl. This tigress is ready to roar!

Should be Nala, but you get the idea

Time to buck and hit the social scene! And why not start out with a bang. Two events this weekend… Three if you count my normally scheduled bi-weekly happy hour. Yes, this girl is in it to win it, and by it, I mean a man. Just like C. Bug said, I need to be bold and just do it! So that is what I am going to do! And it scares the crap out of me. Feel the fear and do it anyway!

We all know about my lack of small talk skills and how I am “great” I am at meeting new people, so this will be a giant leap out of my solo comfort zone a snuggly goodness. But it is a leap that have to make if I ever want to be in a relationship, let alone get married and have kids. I guess they are right when they say the thing that scares you the most will bring you the greatest joy.

I hope they are right about that…

I guess I need to set some realistic expectations for myself. Like “Bianca, there is a 99.99% chance that your Prince Charming may be at this party on Sunday, but do not look for him in that has his pants below his ass. You have standards sweetheart.” But how do you let your guard down without seeming totally desperate? And is there a way to correct resting bitch face? If anyone knows, please pass your secret on to m

I could make a list of a thousand reasons why I should stay home and watch the Golden Girls while eating a pint of coconut milk ice cream, but where would that get me? Right where I am. A Single gilr with a lot of problems.

But something to so this week is not one of them!

Later Days
B

#singlegirlproblems

So where does a girl who has #singlegirlproblems go to meet
guys? And please don’t tell me the grocery store. I hate grocery shopping
anyway. Adding the tasks of scoping out potential companions while picking out the perfect bag of grapes will just send me off the deep end. Obviously my OK Cupid experiment is bust if I can’t
get past messages with bad grammar and men with atrocious usernames. So it’s on to good, old fashion meetings.
It is the summer and being cooped up in the house staring at
the furry ones (as appealing as it may sound) is not how I intend to spend these next few glorious months. Where should I go? What should I do? AHHHH!
I’m serious. It’s not like I am a crazy cat lady and stay
in my apartment all the time. I do go out to social events and happy hours, but
I suck at mixing and mingling. Like , really suck at it. Small talk and chit chatter aren’t my thang. Which I guess is why I am still single. But who doesn’t
like a good happy hour special after a crazy day at work?

 

Or maybe the social setting is not the problem. Maybe it’s
me and a lack of social skills. I think I am a pretty sociable person. I mean I
talk to people, but am I not sociable enough? I don’t want to fling myself on a
guy or seem to needy. We all know that is not me.What is a single girl to do!!!! I’m asking for any tips, tricks, suggestions, anything. I’m at my wits ends on this one. I literally don’t know what to do with this one!

Something to ponder over ice cream or several bottles of wine…. I’ll go with the wine!

Later Days

B

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Fior this week’s analysis, I give you the following:
 
Good Morning how are
you? I like your profile and what you stand for. What I’m bout I’m born again
Christian that a strong foundation in my faith. I’m very outgoing, down to
earth and have a great sense of humor. I love to tell koke and make people
laugh all the time. I’m very through provocating, intellectual and love to have
deep conversation about life and etc. I’m very caring and loving person that do
not judge but show strong support those that are in needs.
~smooth3033.
Dear Smooth3033,
Thank you so much for writing more than one
sentence which did not begin with or contain the words hey, sexy, beautiful
and/or girl. I appreciate the fact that you took the time to let me know a
little bit more bout you. However… I am trying so hard to work on my quirks and
nuances. It would have helped your chances somewhat if you would have
taken a few moments to proof read your message. I did get the gist of it, after
reading it a couple of times and filling in the missing words in my head.
Again, thank you for your message and for deactivating your
account.
Take Care,
Bianca
I am really working hard on not
judging people and letting my “list” of requirements get in the way of meeting
my Mr. Right, but come on! All it takes is a few minutes to look over your
writing and correct it so that I don’t have to guess what you are saying. That’s
all I am asking. Is that too much? Please let me know if I am completely out of
bounds here.
And it is quite refreshing, that in
time where men are not comfortable expressing their feelings freely, Mr.
Smooth3033 felt comfortable enough to share your feelings with me, although
completely grammatically incorrect. But thanks for trying.
I guess what I am trying to get at,
for me, it’s the simple things that I find attractive in a man. Sense of humor,
funny, smart, employed, and can write a paragraph in complete sentences.
Later Days,

 

B
P.S. Or maybe this happened…

#singlegirlproblems

An Eeyore like black cloud has been hovering over my sweet little head
for the past week. I couldn’t figure what was up with me. Then I did some quick
calculations and it hit me in the face like a frying pan. I’ll be 35 in 6
months. I’m going through a mid-30’s crisis. Single. Alone. Mediocre job. One
pet away from a menagerie. The obligatory third wheel everywhere I go. Manless.
Kidless…. Please give me a moment while I pull myself out of the fetal
position and put down the Ben and Jerry’s.
Thank you. As I wallow away in my self
pity, something told me to check ok Cupid. And there waiting for me was this
little gem.
This is exactly how it was written…
richie2316: OMG. You look so sweet.. I m
richard and i m so new on this online stuff just searching profiles and i found
yours to be interesting.. I would love to know you more better.. You can always
txt me on (full phone number given) I will be waiting to get a text from you..
Its nice to meet you and i hope this goes a long way because with God all
things are possible.

Yes, with God I am able
to see that there is a reason I have been kept away from men such as Richie and
single for so long. Thank you Lord for protecting me from such ratchet
foolishness.
This entire message sounds like the first
5 minutes of a Lifetime movie. You know the one. Where the sweet young co-ed
thinks she is being nice to the charming, handsome man and gives him her
number. Only to be stalked by said charming, handsome man turned psycho, clingy
mad man who was just released from prison for stalking and attempting to kill
his ex-girlfriend.  You’ve seen it, right or the 20 just like it.
There are so many things wrong with this
message, besides the glaring grammatical errors. Where shall we start?
Are you really “new” to this online thing,
or have you found the one message that other women have responded to that you
post all the time
You want to get to know me better or more
better? How can you know me more better if we don’t know each other at all?
Nice to meet me? We haven’t met. Or have
you started to stalk me already? Should I call the cops and start carrying
mace?
You will be waiting for my text? Please do
not hold your breath sweet Richie. You may be waiting until Rachel figures out which
race she is.
And finally, my personal favorite, why are
you bringing the Lord into this. That is just sinful…. With that begin said,
In my Katt Williams voice,” why don’t you
send me somebody Jesus!”
Later Days!

 

B

#singlegirlproblems

Summer has officially descended upon Philadelphia which
means humidity will be wreaking havoc on my hair and allergies for the next
three months. Oh the joy of joys. And while somehow the furries and I survived
last summer without AC, I knew I was going to have to break down and get one
this year.

Or maybe not.
Thanks to the semi-hippie commune that I live in, I
have use of an air conditioner that was left behind by a previous tenant. Thank
the Lord! The second time it reached 90 this year, I trudged to the basement
and hauled that bad boy up to my apartment like it was my job. Dust, dirt, cobwebs,
and all.
Now…. How does one put in a window air conditioning unit??  I had central air in my last place, but I knew
the basics of installing a window unit. But it was the “holy shit, I hope this
bastard doesn’t fall out this window moments,” that caused a lot of trepidation
while installing my relief from the summer muggies.
Which brings us to this week’s #singlegirlproblem. If you’re
a single gal, when you need a man, there ain’t one around. Granted, I am very
handy. Extremely handy if I do say so myself (and since this is my blog, I
can). I can put together IKEA furniture like a boss. When it comes to jobs
around the house that require a.) brute strength b.) plumbing expertise c.) electrical
work, or d.) anything dealing with animals that I did not purposely bring into
my home, I am useless. Unless it is absolutely necessary as in the case when
you are single and live alone, to do such things. As I struggled with said air
conditioner, all I kept thing was, “where is a man when you need one?” Wouldn’t
it be great if I could just wiggle my nose like Samantha on Bewitched
(seriously dating myself there) and a hunky shirtless man in tight jeans show
up to put the air conditioner in for me? A girl can dream right. Alas, that was
not the case. After several near drops and severely sweaty palms, the fur kids
and I (until my electric bill comes) are enjoying the cold air.
Yes, the air conditioner did get
in the window and is functioning perfectly. But I had put it in because there
was no one else to do it. And while I am the total feminist and can totally
take care of myself, there are times when having a man around would be so damn convenient.
Yes, I said it. And I make no bones about it.  Sometimes, I wish I could say, “Hey babe, can
you get the pasta off of the shelf,” instead of using my handy step stool that
stays at the ready at all times because I am short. Or it would nice for
someone else to lug the cat litter out of the car. Someday!
Hopefully the air conditioner
comes out easier than it went in. Maybe I should start practicing my nose
wiggling….
Later Days!

 

B