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Why not Squash

The flavor of the Season is pumpkin. This round, vine grower, has made its way to be a taste bud phenomenon.

I wonder what the other Gourds think about this craze? Is a spaghetti squash, longing to get out from under marinara sauce and make it to your cappuccino? Is a zucchini feeling jealous that there is no market for zucchini pie?

Why does one thing out of a group make it to popularity? Why do the others do the same work, without the acclaim?

I ponder this and think about humanity. Why are some girls popular and others are not? Why are some people promoted and others not?

Off the cuff, I would say the cult of personality would be a reason that some humans gain more attention than others. But I have to wonder…

On days we are not feeling as favored as the pumpkins this Season, maybe we should ask ourselves – when was the last time we got into something new? Fall to me is a time to reevaluate and take on new challenges.

Looking back at my last year, I can see where I fell short of being open to new opportunities and was not as flexible. I was so inflexible at times it was like sticking a zucchini in your coffee. (Aka stoic, unmoving)

I have to wonder…Was it insane for the first person to create a pumpkin flavored beer ? Was it uncomfortable to sell people on pumpkin flavored coffee ? Was it out of the box to use pumpkins for dinner, dessert, seeds and Halloween decorations? I bet so…

I have look at the other Gourds and smile. Personality is great, but versatility seems to be a key to the limelight.

(Hehe “limelight” …Limes better watch out…Pumpkins may take that over too.)

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Coaster Quips: The things gals say…

The Relationship Addict –   ” He’s like 50 shades of shady … the theme-park!”

The Career vs Family Gal – ” What is that tomb-stone going to say ? ‘She sucked at work but she sure stuck with it till the end’ ?”

The Single Gal, training a Guy  – “YOU are like Napoleon Dynamite and I am like the girl with the side pony-tail, saying, ‘Heyyy Napoleon.’ “


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The jug and the barter

I walked into tonight’s date as a self concerned single gal and I walked out knowing that I cared about someone else in a way that was behooving of a Nicholas Sparks book. I don’t understand how this occurred nor do I really care.

[My people - I must tell you, this falling is unique unto itself. It is mutual and undeniable and anyone who has ever told you anything about finding the ONE , has not told you the truth.

That "feeling" is like the feeling of excitement with a twinge of the "I'm about to puke".

What romance writers fail to advise is that the feeling of "this is it" comes with a new-world dread, of leaving your old-world behind. ]

Many unexpected realizations come to us…Mine came to me tonight, after this date. I was enjoying a glass of Cab after a car make-out session.

I came home from another perfect date with Mr. (One in a) Million and poured myself a glass of wine. As a took a thoughtful sip of Cab, I looked at my kitchen counter.

I saw things differently at that moment. I had an empty glass wine jug on top of my fridge. I was saving it to do a crafty Pintrest project.

When my eyes locked on the jug tonight, I looked at it as my last anchor to single synchronicity and shuddered.

My first thought was that I had to toss that jug. My second thought was that now, I had to toss the empowered single self-concerned behavior I had been biding build. 

I had to sit down. It was a love-breakdown I had never experienced. Somehow that stupid jug represented my individuality and freedom. Before I couldn’t WAIT to give up that part of life…now, I was shaking at the thought.

I sat to write these words, and I started to get mad. Why?! Why do I have to choose?!

This, my loved ones, in the beginnings of fitting your life with someone, is when you decide for yourself what a Single Voice in Coupled Life sounds like.

In this moment of new, in this excitement of what IF, in this joyful scary new land of WTF … THIS is when you decide if you are going to live in the stereotypes of what you think or what you have done or have seen or what WORKS for YOU.

What works for me is to keep “the jug”. This time (like my last relationships) I’m willing to compromise, but it’s good to know that my entity is not negotiable.

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Ch-ch-changes ….

How does the song go? “Turn to face the strange…” Yea no kidding.

The gang recently has been bombed with changes, sadness, disappointments, illnesses of loved ones and broken hearts.

I take it upon myself to try to be a good cheer-er-upper. But today I wonder where I am going to pull some positivity from.

I’m moved at the seemingly meaningless moments I spent enjoying things “the way they were” – like at lunch with friends or talking to a healthy version of a dear person.

I’m not sure what the turn of season or events has for us. I hope we can embrace these last nights of Summer and hold our moments of peace with thankfulness.

:-) My reminder to take care of ourselves and each other.

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Caution: crazy texts may be saner than they appear

Originally posted on Tequilatudes:

I have a friend from my theater days, Mike, who recently lost his husband to a sudden illness.  Oh my goodness how my heart aches for him! Even though it has been a long time since we’ve seen each other, it is truly unique the bond you have with people you do theater with. I’m not really sure why, but it’s a kismet-ic type bond.

Anyway, today, Mike posted on his Facebook “I’m sad.”

He was honest, authentic and real. He communicated to his friends, how he was feeling.

Not too long ago, I had a discussion with Nic about a similar topic. She had been going through some difficult court proceedings and family drama and the stress was just getting to her. She needed a hug. (…and if you’ve been single and away from your family ever… you know that a hug is sometimes far and too few in between.)

No one…

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The short life of love in the carpool lane.

Tequila Tudes:

Is the reason you are happy the person you are with? Or is it the person you have become? Can dating be the new therapy? #Throwback

Originally posted on Tequilatudes:

Love. What a mother fucker.
Carpooling. What a mother fucker.
Now I’m alone in the slow moving lane. “Single driver” yea. No kidding.

Three weeks ago, Samantha had a Fall luncheon at her house and invited colleagues, clients and friends.

To make a 3 week story shorter, I will give you the quick intake of the matter.

I went to the event. I socialized. I met Richard and Chris.

Richard and I got into a heated debate near the end of the evening which lead to drinks at his place. Nice but “no cigar” and I drove away ( in the single lane) that morning in peace.

Chris messaged me as I pulled out of Richard’s driveway with witty comments and friendly banter. We agreed that on his stint with visiting my home office as a vendor we should car pool. We got to know each other a bit more…

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Why I’m scared of online dating

Tequila Tudes:

Omg I am reading this so I thought you might want too. Xo – TequilaT

Originally posted on athousanddates:

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a strong supporter of online dating.

But sometimes it does scare the bejesus out of me.

Case in point: I was chatting to a guy on Tinder who was age appropriate and cute and seemed lovely if his texts were anything to go by. Lovely, I tell you.

We arranged to go out on a date. A few days before, I realised we had a mutual friend. So I texted the wife of said mutual friend just to check in.

It turns out he is a racist.

And a gambling addict.

And has spent time in prison.

And has been trying to teach his son how to backhand a woman.

I. Am. Not. Joking.

I am forever in debt to Trakka for giving me the low down on this low life.

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Random thoughts on a Sunday

So yea… It’s the day before I start again in the corporate work world.

As I settle into my adorable couch pillows and sigh happily about to read more of my Mindy Kaling book. (She gets me.)

My mind drifts, did I forget I was bummed? I could be in the arms of the hot Italian lover man. I could be on a first date. I could be anywhere!

I inspect my feelings, and I am so happy right now, in my little boho-chic apartment. I would not dream of not being here enjoying the last moments of the weekend.

Note to self: protect personal freedom
& private space at all costs. (These yoga pants are not fit for public and way too comfortable to get rid of.)


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