He's So Good To Me



[11:39 am] - [MissuhGolightly] - 14 flowers counted [+]

Mulling It Over

I'm debating closing up shop here on this blog. I never get the chance to write & I have a lot of personal stuff going on that I will not share on this site. Too many real life people know where I hide my identity.

I haven't made a final decision yet & quite frankly, a lot of it depends on how much time I've purchased here on upsaid, but I just wanted to give y'all a heads up.

If I do decide to jump ship, I will inform anyone who wants to know how to get a hold of me under my real name. But tit for tat people.

I apologize to those few of you who still come back here from time to time. Again, I haven't decided for or against yet, but I wanted you to be the first to know that it's been more than just a fleeting thought.

Love you, love your show.

[12:30 pm] - [MissuhGolightly] - 2 flowers counted [+]

My Biological Clock

It seems that the status of my biological clock has been the subject of discussion lately amongst my sweet sweet boyfriend's friends. What business is it of theirs, you ask? Well, they're concerned about their friend. They want to be sure that he knows what he's getting into, dating a woman eight & a half years older than him. They want to inform him that marrying me most likely means we'll be popping out babies shortly after the ceremony. They want to guard him against making a huge mistake.

Again ... what business is it of theirs?
Answer: NONE.

To tell you the truth (& I always tell you the truth), I haven't given as much thought to my biological clock as these people have. I'm thirty, not a freaking old lady!

Although, to a twenty-one year old college student, thirty years old is ANCIENT. I may as well have brown stockings that never stay up, dentures, & an AARP card. Yeah, I'm a grizzly old geezer, me. Don't I look it? Shit, don't I act it?

The thing is ... yes, I do want children. We've talked about this. He wants kids. We have (barf factor here) names picked out already, should we be so blessed. But for me, I'm taking one step at a time. I'd like to get married first. Be newlyweds. Enjoy each other. I'm not in any rush. My mother had my younger brother at age 38. Women these days are having children later & later in life. I know that it's going to take some time. I'm not stressing over it. Quite frankly, it doesn't even cross my mind until someone makes a comment about it. Or feels the need to "warn" BC of the sure perils of dating an older woman. Sure, I make jokes like "My ovaries hurt," when I see him playing with his nephew or mine, but I'm not counting the days until the hot flashes start. The word "Menopause" is the name of a musical, not anything to do with me just yet. The clock is not ticking. Even if it is, it's not loud enough for anyone to hear. ANYONE. Let alone me. & the clock's in me, right? Shouldn't I be the one hearing the ticks go by day after day that I go childless?

Well I don't. & until I do, I'd like for these people to just worry about their own shit & stay out of my fertility, thank you very much.

& I CERTAINLY haven't made any sort of references to children around his friends. So why the interest in our potential future off-spring?

I told BC this last night, when the subject was broached by a buddy of his. I know girls who, when I was his age, had their whole lives planned out. Married by 23, first child by 25, four children separated in age by three years apiece, last kid at 34. They wanted their lives to follow a certain path & really, they, at twenty-two, thought more about babies than I ever have. But you know what happens? Life. Life happens. The boyfriend they thought they loved turns out to have a roving eye (amongst other body parts that roved). They get divorced. They get into a car accident & are paralyzed from the waist down. Their husband has a low sperm count. Their job transfers them to another state & they have to play long-distance lovers for a year.

Life happens. & I've always known this. Since my sister died, I know that one of the most fun things for God to do is fuck with us. "Oh ya made some plans, didja? Ya thought it was going to be like this, eh? Here ya go. Deal with this, kiddo."

So why worry about it? When I'm ready to have kids, I'll have them. I'll do the prenatal vitamins, I'll read all the books, I'll be as good a Mommy as I possibly can be. But until then, I'm going to relish every moment with BC.

Some of his friends are mentioning this because they *assume* that since I'm a woman, since I'm (gasp!) thirty, since I have a strong motherly instinct, that I automatically want to become a baby-popping machine. That I want BC to impregnate me on our wedding night. & they are informing him of this because they're genuinely concerned. Fine. But you don't know me, you don't know what conversations BC & I have in the middle of the night when we're lying face to face, you don't know anything really. & you don't think BC's already considered this? Come on. He's a smart guy. You just brought it up last night. We had the discussion back in May.

Some of his friends just tell him this because they want him to be single, fun-loving, tail-chasing BC again. They want to scare him off. They want to manipulate & plant seeds in his head that I am this evil, hormonal uterus who has caught him in my web. They want to save him from himself.

Some of his friends just want him to be happy. These are the guys who say, "Alright, you've had the talk, you love her, you're down with whatever. Cool. I'll support you, buddy."

My friends? They just want me to be happy. & me being happy has a LOT to do with him being in my life. If that means that we have 1 biological kid & adopt the rest, fine.

My point is ... mind your own business before you start telling others how to run theirs.

[4:05 pm] - [MissuhGolightly] - 4 flowers counted [+]

Pop Rocks Disguised As Parmesan

Because I was short of cash, needed a quick, easy lunch, & was already in CVS, I purchased a Pizza Lunchables.

1. Unless you're going to microwave it, don't buy Pizza Lunchables.
2. If you're going to microwave it, just get a friggin' small microwable pizza instead.
3. "REAL pizza crust" = chewy cracker.
4. Why don't they give you equal amounts white & orange cheese (I'm not going to assume that they're mozzarella & cheddar)? Are they color-biased? Is WHITE cheese better than ORANGE cheese?
5. Don't ever - EVER - assume that the little packet of off-white crystals in a Pizza Lunchables is parmesan cheese. It's not. It's Pop Rocks. Yes, you read right. Pop Rocks on pizza. I've heard of Pop Rocks on cereal before, but on pizza? Ew.
6. A thirty-year-old woman should not be buying or eating Pizza Lunchables under any circumstance.
7. After discovering the Pop Rocks, I scoured the box to see if it stated anywhere that Pop Rocks were inside. I only found these references: a) the back of the box had a cartoon about Pop Rocks. Well, not Pop Rocks exactly, but "Poppin' Packet," which, as far as I'm concerned, could be specially flavored cheese. Parmesan cheese with a fancy name. Like, "it's so good, it's POPPIN!" b) the front of the package said, "Free Poppin' Packet inside!" with a picture of the Pizza Lunchables with little pieces (of what looks like parmesan cheese) bouncing on the cracker. That also could just be fancy marketing. & c) a note on the bottom of the back in small letters stating, "Don't forget to add Pops AFTER microwaving!" I would, buddy, if I knew what in the hell Pops were before I sprinkled them on my crap food.
8. Now that part of my job description includes marketing, I'm much more aware of it in every day products.
9. I know it's adolescent, but I still get a kick out of sucking a Capri Sun dry. Don't make any comments - please - refrain.
10. Jolly Rancher Fruit Chews are considered dessert now? Jesus.

[3:30 pm] - [MissuhGolightly] - 4 flowers counted [+]


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[1:11 pm] - [MissuhGolightly] - 2 flowers counted [+]

The Indian (Native American), The Star & A Whole Lot of Disappointment

I hadn't eaten a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop in ages. Couldn't even tell you the last time I counted the licks to see how many it would take me to get to the chewy center.

(i can't last that long ... i always bite into it after a few)

Today, as I uncovered the shiny chocolate lollipop, I set the wrapper aside. I put it on my desk & smoothed out its wrinkles. I searched the face of the paper three times, just to be sure. Then I sighed.

There was no Indian, shooting at a star.

No "winning" wrapper. No free Tootsie Pop waiting for me.

Not that there would be anyways --- the whole story of being able to cash in an Indian/Star wrapper for a free lolly is the stuff of urban legends. It simply isn't true. Besides, nearly a third of every Tootsie Pop wrapper has the icon.

But that doesn't stop my mind from going there.

As a kid, we'd go through this same exact ritual of trying to find the special wrapper. We'd rejoice at finding one, shuffle our feet & pout at our disappointment. Heck, I couldn't even tell you (without looking of course) what other figures are on the pop.

Here there are (I'm looking now):
- a boy & a girl ice-skating
- a boy & a girl in a sailboat
- a girl figure skating
- a man fishing
- a boy with a model airplane
- a boy diving off a diving board hollding his nose while a girl (who looks like she's also on a diving board, but not the same one) looks on
- a boy swimming
- a football (the person or persons is/are cut out)
- a person(s) on a bicycle
- a boy and a girl, both presumably "scouts," with a flag
- a boy & girl doing something - I can't see what cuz it's cut off

It's nice to see that Tootsie, in good ole Chicago, Illinois, still has the same wrappers. To quote "Breakfast at Tiffany's," --- "it gives one a feeling of solidarity, almost of continuity into the past, that sort of thing." Of course George Axelrod, in that movie, was talking of Cracker Jack prizes, but whatever.

Do you know, though, that some shop-owners honor the old Indian with the Star myth? If I found out my local shop-owner did that, I'd be a customer for life.

[6:26 pm] - [MissuhGolightly] - 5 flowers counted [+]


No, Not Him

Remember this: The Story About How I Had To Wear A Patch?

Well my little five year old nephew just wrote me an email stating that he has to get glasses & may have to wear a patch.

My stomach dropped.

You gotta be kidding, right? In twenty-five years they haven't found a more suitable less-children-on-the-playground-pointing-and-laughing way to "fix" amblyopia?

He's going to call me tonight, he wrote. Presumably to talk about how Auntie Missuh had a lazy eye, too, & that he shouldn't feel weird about it.

Granted, things could be much, much worse - I realize that - but still, he's in for a sucky little road & I hate seeing him having to go through that.

Send love to my nephew y'all. Thanks!

[9:59 am] - [MissuhGolightly] - What? No love? [+]

Gobble Gobble

Happy Day!

[9:00 am] - [MissuhGolightly] - 2 flowers counted [+]

Family

Please think of my family this weekend. We're going through a hard time.

Also please keep my friend DN in your prayers. Tomorrow is the anniversary of her mother's passing. She's a good woman, DN, as was her mom.

Thanks y'all.

[12:58 pm] - [MissuhGolightly] - 2 flowers counted [+]