The musings of one called “Tink”
Silverblue’s Dad was nice enough to invite me to go out with them and the relatives visiting from Ohio to Captain Georges. For those of you who don’t know, the Captain’s place is a wonderful mecca of seafood buffet. YOu can sit and eat until you burst. Which is the point I was almost at when SB and I left tonight. Even better, crab legs are on the buffet. YUM!
I am basically so full I can’t think in coherent thoughts.
Sara Lee french style cheese cake with strawberry topping is good, but put fresh dark chocolate from Ghiradelli on top, and it is heaven!
REally I am getting to Escaped inmate #2, it is something I am going to have to take some time to write up, and just haven’t had that type of time lately.
The parking lot a Farm Fresh today jumped up and bit me. Made me fall flat on my face. I thin my pride is wounded more than anything but I have a big fat lip. It was a parking lot with cement slabs joined together and my shoe got stuck in a joint. Shoe flew off and down I went. I am probably lucky I dind t break a wrist or something.
Off to bed, more on escaped inmate #2 this weekend
Part 2 of The asylum is missing it’s inmates is coming. Don’t worry, it will be worth the wait really it will.
I am putting this under uncle watch as it sort of fits. In July, we watched my great uncle waste away or “starve” to death as now as happening to Terri Schiavo (I am not going to link to any news articles as going to any new site has it plastered everywhere). It was suggested after my uncle wouldn’t eat when he supposedly could on his own to insert a feeding tube into him. This is a man who survived Pearl Harbor, he would not have wanted to live via feeding tube.
How this relates to Terri Schiavo? We knew how my uncle felt and to not carry out his wishes for our own comfort to say he was still alive was unthinkable. TS’ parents say she would want to be kept alive. Her husband says differently. I know I didn’t tell my parents everything after I got married, I doubt TS did either. People change and she very well could have made well known to people other than her parents and brother that she wanted quality of life over quantity. The person who left Celtic Mama’s in 1990 was a very different person than the one who went back there in 1997. I hate to say this, but to TS’ parents, please let her go…15 years in a state of not being able to be cognizant is enough. I agree that starving to death isnt the best way to go, but if she were going to come around, I think it would have happened by now.
I have truly wondered through all of the apeals and everything (sorry, this is the taurus in me coming out IE practicality) who is paying for all of this? Who is paying for the lawyers, the court costs, the supreme court costs, the appeals and all. From there, are we through medicaid or another governmental program paying for TS’ care? It would have to be around the clock.
From here, I am making it public as my family already knows, I don’t want to live if it due to tubes feeding me or breathing for me. I am going to be looking into living wills and getting one of the notaries at work to verify it for me.
May my great uncle and TS find and rest in peace.
Due to the fact that I had to delete 450 spam comments that slipped though MT-Blacklist regarding “hotties sliding down a pole.”
I really think we need to start charging per comment if people leave more than 5 per day…I’d ask what you think, but you can’t tell me! Bwu-hahahaha!
(Sorry, I now turn the blog back over to Tink)
AS with everything else in the world, I found with eharmony, the woman has to do most of the work. I had to initiate contact on most occasions and rarely got an responses and then these guys wonder why they can’t find anyone. DUHHHH You have to talk to people to find someone you like.
For every 10 I contacted I maybe got one response, some not making to that second contact. Out of the ones who did, the first guy to make it to the meeting stage was ok untill we really got to talking and then meeting. Trackdid repeat himself several times over email that he wanted a family and such. Track is in his early 40′s and in the same job for about 20 years. We had also talked about camping and how my idea is Holiday INn and we both thoght we could compromise by cabin or pop up tent camping. TRack biked and I thought that would be good so that I would start.
Then we met.
We met at a local seafood restaurant that he thought was great. The food was ok, (crab cakes with lots of shell in it just don’t do it for me). I started to get those feeling of oh-oh when TRack said that he was sorry but he had an intestinal or something type cancer and might get “gassy”. Then the other gastric dificulty he has was lactose intolerant to the point of he orders pizza without cheese. Not to worry though, he will order half for me with cheese. He also was starting to plan our life together while we were still eating on our first date! He has also decided that I want to be called Tink ALL the time. I don’t know why but coming from him that irritated me. We took a nice walk after lunch in an area I didn’t know too well. I had my cell phone with me though. After talking and TRack deciding how we were going to spend lots of time together, I decide I had had enough and needed to leave. He went for a kiss and I made it a hug. Definitely not goood vibes there for me. We had talked about his sister (his only living relative) and family and about his life with me getting in very little between. How he wants kids and had something come back wrong on a test dealing wtih his cancer. Warning bells were going off majorly by the time I got into my car.
He took me back to my car. I get in my car and immediately call Celtic Momma who wanted to make sure I was ok. I talked to her until he quit following me. Then, SB got the next call and then REvog (yes she still lives!). My excuse to leave? I had found a bead store and wanted to get there before it closed.
TRack called Sunday to set up another date. This time we decided on a movie on a weeknight. We had subs before hand (his with no cheese of course, a grinder with no cheese…EWWWWWW), and then went to the movie. Now I cant even tell you what we saw. In the theater, we sat beside each other with the arm thingy up. Somewhere during the movie just to see if it help dispell any of my bad vibes, I decided to hold his hand. BIG MISTAKE. He took my hand then and didn’t just hold it but did this icky wiggly thing that just gave me the creeps.
We left the theater, and I gave him a ride back to his car as I had parked in front of the theater, rather than Zero’s (opposite end of the strip mall). He asked when we could do something again and wanted to go whale watching that weekend. I did not want to spend a whole day with this guy. I told him I would have to look at my calendar to see what plans I had and would contact him.
TRack emailed about the whale watching and also called. It was after one of these emails, I sent him an email that basically said go away and pretend we don’t live on teh same Earth much less, area. I was pretty rude for me. But the smothering I felt and the bad vibes just told me it would get worse of I didn’t end it there.
TRack obeyed my email until about 2 weeks ago. He sent me a whiny email asking if I would give him a second chance and asking what he did wrong. I have absolutely no intention of answering the email. That would just give him hope. Not doing it…
I know everyone is waiting with baited breath to read Part 1 of Tink’s Dating Debacles, but it will be at least tomorrow. Weird day at work, it was consistent but not busy.
Everyone do their snow dances please, a day off would be really nice considering the weather people havent right all year yet.
Thanks SB for the loan of the flat panel monitor. It takes some getting used to but defiintely worth the space.
OK, right around Christmas after seeing one of my uncles ( very overweight, no real job, his siblings supposedly stopped giving him money) with a girlfriend (the old if he can find one then I should definitely be able to), I decided since I can’t seem to find anywhere in person I want to go to meet people I would try online dating services. Eharmony was my choice as it seem to go al little more in depth. It goes in depth alright, but it doesn’t screen out the really weird ones, but more on that later.
Eharmony seems ok, it takes forever it seems to answer all the profile questions and do their personality test. The system they have set up is kind of interesting as you do not really “talk” to the person until you have had 4 sets of communications. Questions like are you on time, must haves and cant stands, etc, so that you can ask some kind of tough things up front and see if you still like them. You can close out the match at any time and so can they.
All of this is important to remember, as Dating Game contestant #1 is revealed tomorrow.
I am taking the hint from several people, including SilverBlue his awards (Thanks SB)
It has been an interesting 3 months sine I last posted. Poor PoloRandy has had yet another death in his family, SilverBlue has been going through some major depression that has me worried and I am doing online dating.
I won’t be talking about work, and probably won’t post every day, but you can come here to still hear me moan about the traffic (due to a 6 car accident and a broken down bus it took almost 2 hours to get Williamsburg today!), tell funny stories about the pychos I meet through eharmony and my learning how to knit and make decent bracelets.
I am going to save the anticipation of dating stories for tomorrow night probably when I can start writing it up at work and bring it home. It will probably take a few days at that…you all will get a good laugh.
I will end on a note that is dear to me: FOOD. I got a call about 3 to meet someone dear to me in Willaimsburg and that they would treat for Captain George’s. For those that don’t know, Captain George’s is an awesome all you can stuff yourself with restaurant with great food but kind of pricey. I am definitely not one to refuse an offer like this. After the almost 2 hours it took to get there (making me 45 minutes late), we went in and got seated. Drinks were ordered and then it was time to hit the crab legs! I am pretty sure that I ate the price in crab legs alone. Then there were the fried clams, scallops and alot of other stuff. I was told the oysters Rockefeller were good. The desserts were as tempting as the real food. I was glad that a salad was my lunch because I surely wasn’t going to waste stomach space on lettuce or veggies. We noshed for 2 hours (remember crab legs take time to crack open and find the wonderful goodness inside) off and on. It was good relaxing and catching up. After a quick drive home, in the normal amount of time, I am sitting here feeling that miserable but satisfied feeling.
Stay tuned…