tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44429224883934226742024-03-13T11:11:25.269-05:00Amy's AnticsI swear sometimes that my life feels like a bad sitcom. I thought this would be a good place to share my stories about my life and the drama that seems to follow me. So maybe my blog will help you from going down the wrong paths I have chosen, or maybe you'll just find my blog entertaining. Either way, this is my place to write and share. Enjoy!Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-87781917611805287982014-12-03T15:35:00.003-06:002014-12-03T15:36:12.900-06:005 Top Tools for Weight Loss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have struggled with weight for a long time. If you're like me, you have tried everything to get the extra pounds off. Heaven knows there are thousands of options out there with all the diets, pills, exercise videos, etc. They all claim to miraculously melt the weight off, but if you haven't figured it out for yourself yet let me tell you to keep your money and forget about all that junk. The truth is you don't need any of that to lose weight, but there are some tools out there that can help make your weight loss easier.</div>
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If you want to lose weight, you have to burn more calories than you consume. I know that you can make it more complicated than that, but that's how I lost over 50 pounds. I didn't take any special pills or follow any diet. I just became more aware of what I ate and how many calories I was burning.</div>
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Here are some of my top recommended tools to lose weight and keep it off:</div>
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<li><b>Record Keeper. </b>You have to keep track of the calories you eat. Not for the rest of your life, but even just a week or two will help you see exactly how many calories you consume. You can just jot down the calories in a notebook or you can use a calorie counter app. There are a ton of apps out there, but if you don't want to search through them all I would recommend <a data-mce-href="http://myfitnesspal.com" href="http://myfitnesspal.com/" style="color: #ac0404; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="MyFitnessPal.com">MyFitnessPal.com</a>.</li>
<li><strong>Measuring Cups. </strong>One of the biggest wake up calls for me was when I started actually measuring my food out. I realized very quickly that my serving size was typically two or three times as much as what it actually should have been. Those low calorie chips weren't so low cal when I realized I ate half the bag and 600 calories.</li>
<li><strong>Scale. </strong>I know this is the enemy. I used to do anything to avoid stepping on one, because I was too scared to face the truth. Unfortunately, you have to step up on one and face your truth. You won't know if you are cutting enough calories if you never step on one. Just make it a routine and step on it once a week to see if what you are doing is working.</li>
<li><strong>Measuring Tape. </strong>There are times when you will go weeks without losing any weight. I started taking my measurements and often found that even when the scale was stubbornly sticking in one place my measurements were shrinking. It helps so much to see results, if not on a scale then in the size of your thigh. ;)</li>
<li><strong>Pedometer. </strong>You need to know how many calories you are burning. There are all types of pedometers out there. I personally use a Fitbit. I love it. It's become an accessory I never take off. It keeps track of my steps, calories burnt and even sleep (or lack there of). You need to know how many calories you are burning to get an idea of how many calories you can consume.</li>
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These are just five of my top tools I personally use. They worked for me, and hopefully they will work for you too.</div>
Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-41628533935497380932014-11-25T23:10:00.001-06:002014-11-25T23:10:13.570-06:005 Tips to Get Karma's Attention<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You've probably heard of karma before or you've heard sayings about it like "What goes around, comes around." or "If you do good things, good things happen." If you believe in karma, here are some tips to help get the Karma Queen's attention. I'm sure she's busy trying to keep track of everyone's score, so if you're just going about life not doing anything to get her attention she might miss you. Here are five easy ways to throw up flares the next time you're at the grocery store to get her to see you and maybe throw a little good karma your way. (It can't hurt to try)</div>
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<li><strong>Smile. </strong>This is one of the easiest things to do. It doesn't cost a thing, and we all could use more smiles in our day. It may seem silly, and I'm not saying walk around like a crazy person with a permanent grin on your face. I'm just saying try smiling more. Smile at a stranger. Just say "Hi!" Smiling is contagious. It will make you feel better, and make whoever sees it want to smile back and maybe even pass it on. :)</li>
<li><strong>Assist in Reaching that Hidden Item on the Top Shelf. </strong>Obviously you need to be blessed with height to do this. I haven't been able to try this one since I can't reach any of the top shelves myself, but I can tell you from personal experience I always appreciate help with those items beyond my reach. Normally you can find me standing on my tip-toes using a long box of spaghetti to nudge the top item to the edge until I can eventually grab it. On those rare occasions when someone takes the time to stop and grab it for me I always appreciate it.</li>
<li><strong>Pick It Up. </strong>Have you ever seen someone drop something or have a bag break open with items rolling all over the place and momentarily think they could use some help and then just walk by? Stop and help them. It will literally only take a matter of seconds or minutes, but it will be another flare to Karma.</li>
<li><strong>Help a Man (or Woman) Out. </strong>I know there are supposed to be employees to help people locate items in stores, but from my experience finding an employee to help is almost more of a challenge than just going up and down every aisle and finding the item yourself. So if you see a guy in the tampon aisle who is obviously lost, help him find what he needs. Or if you're a guy and you see a woman staring blankly at the endless choices in car oil. Stop and help her out. Obviously these are just some stereo-typical examples. The point is this...if you see someone who looks frustrated or completely lost at a section of the store you know pretty well, ask them if they need help.</li>
<li><strong>Let Someone Cut in Line. </strong>Everyone is always in such a hurry. Imagine running late and having to wait in a long line to get out of the store. Now imagine how much you would appreciate it if the person in front of you would say "Would you like to go before me?" Wouldn't that make your day? It would make someone else's day too. Next time you're in line and in no real hurry, but the person behind you seems to be. Offer to let them cut in front of you. You'll feel good for doing it, you'll make that person's day, and you may just get Karma's attention.</li>
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I believe in karma, and I think we could all use a little more good karma in our lives. It doesn't take a big gesture to get her attention. You don't have to buy a car for someone or pay off a person's mortgage to get something great. I believe every little thing counts. These are just 5 simple tips to get karma's attention. They won't cost you a thing, and you'll be surprised how good you feel after you do them.</div>
Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-43115338776487246012014-09-26T00:09:00.001-05:002014-09-26T00:09:49.745-05:00Teen DramaTrying to follow my daughter's drama is like trying to follow a dozen soaps at a time. I'm floored by all the things going on around her, and I can understand why teens have such a hard time navigating through it all. She has friends who are drinking, cutting, getting in fights, and having sex. I appreciate the fact that she tells me these things, but yet it terrifies me to know there is so much she is having to deal with. Heaven knows my teen years weren't exactly all peaches and cream, but she's been dealing with all this drama years before I ever had to. I wonder how these kids handle all this. I guess not very well since there are so many of them doing things they shouldn't be.<div>
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It scares me to know she is surrounded by so much drama. She is a good girl and strong willed, but I can't imagine the peer pressure she has to face on a daily basis. I only hope that she continues to stay strong and do her best to survive all the chaos. </div>
Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-58537544584436410852014-04-29T14:38:00.000-05:002014-04-29T14:38:45.095-05:00So I've been "Let Go"...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I was let go from my job about three months ago. You would think by now I would have another job, but I've got nothing. I am so tired of everyone saying how there are so many jobs out there. Where are these hidden gems? I've searched all the classifieds and search engines and I'm finding very little. Yes, there are lots of jobs, but the majority of them are not for me. There are none in my field, and the ones that are out there would require me taking a huge pay cut. I was barely making the bills at my prior salary. I can't imagine making at least 25% less than what I have been making. How in the heck would that work? Do I just pay 25% of my bills?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyhow, I guess I'll just continue my search and hopefully I will eventually find something. Let's hope. </span>Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-52524162140647311872012-07-07T01:12:00.000-05:002012-07-07T01:12:31.076-05:00Midnight MadnessSo maybe I'm just tired and over thinking things as usual, but for some reason I find myself questioning the relationship I am in. I don't know why. It's perfect...when he's here, but when he's not here (like tonight) I start to question everything. I know I love him, and he says he loves me. That should be enough...right? <br />
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I found someone who makes me happier than I have ever been. Whenever I have needed him, he's been here for me without a fault. He constantly tells me how beautiful and wonderful I am. I know I can trust him to never cheat on me or hurt me the way men have in the past. He makes me laugh and smile almost constantly, yet he can also be serious when I need him to be. He gets along so well with my daughter, and I know she is happy that he is in our lives.<br />
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So what the heck is the problem? We've been together over seven months, and it's been wonderful. Why can't I just believe in it and trust that it will last? Why does the fact that it seems too perfect cause me to worry it won't last? <br />
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I want to believe that this will last. I know he is everything I've ever wanted and more than I've ever dreamed I would find, but there's always this huge shadow of doubt and worry that creeps into my thoughts when we are apart for too long. It seems too good to be true, and now I'm afraid I'm already in too deep to handle it if it doesn't last. I try to reassure myself that it's real and I deserve this, but times like tonight I begin to doubt whether I do.<br />
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He's so much younger than me. I'm getting older, and I don't have time to waste time on a relationship that is doomed to ever last. But then again, the thought of ending things just because I'm afraid that it won't work out seems ridiculous. I want to take the risk. I want to believe that we can end up living happily ever after. It's already lasted longer than I thought it ever would, and I don't see any logical reason to worry that it won't continue to work out. <br />
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I must just be tired. I'm acting like a crazy person. I've dated enough losers to know that I have found a great guy. I need to get a grip and just hang in there. Why would any sane person run from a perfect relationship just because they are scared that there is a small chance it won't work out? There are never any guarantees, and this is the best relationship I have ever been a part of. I need to control my paranoia and fear, or I'll end up ruining the best thing I've ever had over absolutely nothing.Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-7153980938551481532012-05-17T14:48:00.000-05:002012-05-17T14:48:15.347-05:00Dealing with Being Let GoSo for the second time in a year I find myself unemployed. I can't believe it happened again. I could understand if I was some slacker employee who goofed off and deserved it, but this is not the case. My last job was really tough, but I put everything I had into it. Unfortunately, I received the dreaded "This just isn't working, so we need to let you go" conversation. <br />
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Now here I sit (again) trying to figure out what I'm going to do. The problem is that I don't have any thing I really want to do that I can just dive into. I would like to start my own bookkeeping business, but I can't afford to advertise and wait for work. I can go for a month or two on the little I have in savings, but then I'm going to be completely broke. As a single mother, I don't have any other income to rely on. I need to find something soon.<br />
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Of course this is where my indecisive nature is always a major downfall. I'm awful at making decisions, and the more options I have, the more I struggle. I've checked the help wanted section of the newspaper, and there's nothing that caught my eye. I would like to do something from home, but there are so many scams out there that it's taking me a long time to sift through all the trash and find something that's actually legitamite. <br />
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I come up with a different idea almost every hour. Most of them are nothing but foolish dreams, but I'm hoping if I keep brainstorming something amazing will come to me. So far my list of ideas includes: freelance writer, photographer, bookkeeper, and selling things online. Obviously, most of the ideas revolve around me working from home. That is the only thing I really know that I want. Otherwise, I'm open to almost anything. Let's hope I stumble upon something amazing soon!Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-88615866877173684612011-12-31T11:41:00.000-06:002012-01-12T11:46:01.881-06:002012 - Ready to Rock!<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I have decided that 2012 is going to be a great year. Considering how dull the past few have been, it shouldn't be hard to accomplish.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;">My two goals for 2012: To become a skinny bitch and find me a man. Let's see what happens!!</span>Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-58923838942386494022011-08-09T13:16:00.000-05:002011-08-09T13:16:05.939-05:00Where is that Door?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I have been unemployed for a while now. It's really beginning to get to me. I feel like I'm living a secret life staying at home during the day, so no one finds out that I'm not working. I keep checking the help wanted ads, but there's nothing there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My friends keep telling me not to worry. When one door closes another one opens. Well, I believed that at first too, but at this point I'm really beginning to wonder where the heck that door is. I've been searching everywhere, and I can't find that door. I've searched online, in the paper, and with people I know. No doors anywhere.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm trying to remain strong, but as my savings continues to dwindle away and bills pile up it's getting harder. What am I going to do?!</span>Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-92182044297419901062011-08-02T19:45:00.000-05:002011-08-02T19:45:28.054-05:00A Fork in the Road<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are many times in life when we are faced with a fork in the road. I'm 35-years-old and have come to many of these. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some are small: Should we go to Burger King or McDonald? Should I get that shirt in red or blue? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've never been good with making decisions. Whether they are big or small, I tend to let someone else make the decision for me. Usually it works.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Unfortunately, that isn't the case now. Now I'm not facing a normal fork in the road. It isn't pick this or that. I feel like I've been dropped in a desert with no road or even path to choose from. It's wide open, and I have no idea which way to go. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've been unemployed for a while now. I'm used to having my days mapped out, but everything is up in the air. I don't even know if I want to work in the same profession anymore. There are so many options to choose from, and no one is here to tell me which one to take. All I know is I have to figure something out soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have been searching the help wanted ads, but nothing sounds like the ideal job. I've contemplated starting my own business, but that isn't something I can afford to do right now. I feel like a kid who doesn't know the answer to "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I honestly don't know. I like working with numbers, but I can't find a job opening that is worth applying for. I've thought about starting my own business, but I can't afford to sit around and wait for it to take off. I love to write, but can I really make a living doing that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've dreamed about being able to leave my job and do whatever I want, but now that I've lost my job I don't know what to do. I just keep waiting for a path to appear...hopefully soon.</span>Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-41265520256161028052011-07-28T19:02:00.000-05:002011-08-02T19:19:44.875-05:00My Unexpected Extended Vacation<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a single mom being able to take a big vacation is something I never planned on doing. First of all, I never figured I would be able to afford it. Second, I couldn't imagine taking off on some big vacation with just me and my daughter.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fortunately, this year an opportunity to take a vacation to Florida with my daughter became available, and I jumped at it. I had money in savings to cover the cost. I had PTO saved up, so I could take the vacation without losing any pay. My aunt invited us to join her, her husband, and her grandson at their timeshare, so I immediately began planning. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took off a week and a half from work to have time to get ready, go to Florida, and then re coop before returning to work. We went to Florida for a week and had an amazing time. We spent five days at Disney and a day at Sea World. It was wonderful! We both had a great time, and when we returned home I felt rejuvenated and ready to go back to work.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saying I was ready to go back to work is a big deal, because my job had been causing me nothing but grief for almost a year. My supervisor and I were not getting along, and every morning I had to drag myself out of bed to go. I hated my job. I read somewhere that if you work somewhere that you're not happy "you die a little each day". This is truly how I felt. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyhow, after our wonderful vacation I felt rejuvenated and ready to go back to work and make the most of it. I hopped out of bed the morning of my return to work and was ready to head in early. I knew with my long vacation there would be a lot to do, and I was ready to jump in.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My supervisor met me at my cubicle immediately after I walked in and said the owner wanted to talk to me. I figured it was about something that needed to be done or maybe about our annual reviews which were coming up at the end of the month. It didn't matter what he wanted. I figured I'd run in and get back to work.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I walked into his office, I immediately realized this wasn't a normal meeting he wanted to have. My supervisor closed the door after I entered and sat down in a chair off to the side. Neither seemed to want to make eye contact, and I sat down wondering what the heck was going on. It didn't take long to find out. My boss looked up and said "I really don't like doing this, but I'm afraid we're letting you go."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sat there in disbelief. My head was spinning trying to figure out what was happening. Was this some sort of sick joke? Was he serious? Why wouldn't my supervisor look at me?</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He continued on by saying "We know you haven't been happy here and you haven't been able to get the amount of work done that we need."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At this point, I realized he wasn't kidding. This was no joke. He was serious. The one day I came into work feeling happy and ready to go...I got canned.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then with a shaky hand, he slid an envelope across the desk to me and said "We are giving you a check for your remaining PTO and a generous severance check." (There was a long pause) Then he asked, "Is there anything you would like to say?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He said he would be happy to provide me with a good reference for my next job, and said my supervisor would help me clean out my desk.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked up and took my envelope. He looked like he was going to cry and my supervisor wouldn't look at me. I stood up and walked to my cubicle and immediately began cleaning out my things. My supervisor brought me a box and asked if she could help. I said "No."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seemed to take forever to clean everything out. It was amazing how much crap I had accumulated in the almost four years I was there. I think I was still in shock the entire time. I couldn't think about anything except boxing up my things. I was terrified someone would come over and ask what was going on, and I'd have a complete break down. I just wanted to get my shit in the stupid box and get out of there. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was finally all packed up. My supervisor asked for my keys and walked me out. It took every bit of strength not to scream at her for being a bitch or break down in hysterical sobs. She made it sound like it was another person's fault that I was leaving, but it was her. I knew it was her. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I threw my box in my back seat and plopped into the driver's seat. I tried to keep my composure until I got home, but the tears were flowing beyond my control. I wasn't sad to have lost a job I hated. I couldn't believe I was fired. I've never been fired before, and the idea of dealing with it was horrifying. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just wanted a vacation with my daughter. Our week in Florida was perfect. Now I don't have a job, and I have no idea when my "vacation" will end.</span>Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-60285849100637537652011-07-19T14:15:00.000-05:002011-07-19T14:15:31.775-05:00Three men and a pedophile vanSo a friend and I decided to go out this weekend for a much needed night out. We made our usual stops uptown where there are several bars within walking distance. After a couple hours of bar hopping and drinking we were feeling pretty good. As we were walking to our next destination, we met up with three guys who were standing out in front of our next drinking hole.<br />
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Now normally we would say "Hi" and continue walking, but these guys somehow were able to draw us in. I'm not sure if it was because we were getting bored walking from one bar to the next and sitting by ourselves, or they were really that entertaining. Whatever the reason, we decided to stick around and find out more about these three guys who seemed to be as bored as we were.<br />
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They told us they were all pharmaceutical reps who were in town for the weekend. They were each from another state, but they'd been hanging out together for the weekend. After a few minutes we went inside a bar where they bought us a drink and continued to provide us with some much needed entertainment. <br />
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At first they were flirting with us both with the normal pick-up lines ("You have the most beautiful eyes", etc). They are the same lines all the players and want-to-be-players seem to use, but we let them go on and accepted their compliments. My friend informed them she was married, so then I became the target for their cheesy and over-the-top pick up lines. I've obviously been single for too long, because I ate all of it up.<br />
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For some reason two of the guys really wanted to go to another town. Why they wanted to head to another town at midnight was beyond me, especially since the town was over an hour away. Why spend the last two hours of bar time on the road? By the time they got there everything would be closing.<br />
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Whatever the reason, they continued talking about going and tried to convince me to go with them. Since my friend was married they knew she wouldn't go, but they somehow thought I would be up for a road trip. I let them try to sell me on the idea even though I knew there was absolutely no way I would ever leave town with three men I had just met. They said they knew a lot of people there and would be going to hang at their friend's homes. Great. Now not only would I be traveling with three strangers, but I would end up at some stranger's house. Definitely thinking about it now - not.<br />
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The best selling point they had was their mode of transportation. One of the guys felt the need to warn me about the van they were driving. I guess they'd talked to another girl about going, and when she saw their van she said she wasn't riding in a pedophile van. Now, I did not see the van. Part of me really wanted to, but I thought it was best to leave it to my imagination. I picture their van being big and white with a sign on the side saying they have icecream. Needless to say, even this new information couldn't convince me that going on a road trip with them was what I wanted to do. As cute and funny the one guy was there was no way I was going to leave town with three men in a pedophile van!Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442922488393422674.post-67051028724175790082010-05-17T23:00:00.000-05:002010-05-17T23:00:10.942-05:00Introduction<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I guess I should give a little background information to give you an idea of who I am and what you are in for. I am a 34-year-old single mother. I was married for a few years. The first couple years weren't so bad, but it went downhill real fast. The last year was awful, so I got out as quick as I could. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I moved to a new town, got my degree, a good job and a house for me and my daughter. The last several years my life has revolved around making a good life for me and my daughter. Now my daughter is hitting the preteen years, and I'm beginning to feel like life has been passing me by. I've gotten into a deep cavernous rut, and I'm trying desperately to get out of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've started going out and meeting people. It's nice to have a social life (although it isn't much right now), but I'm struggling to find my way through the whole dating scene. I've met a few guys who I thought were promising, but they turned out being big duds. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">First there was a guy I met online. We talked all the time, and he seemed like a real good guy. Unfortunately, the more we talked the less I liked. He was on a path to no where, and I wasn't up for going back down that road.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then there was the guy I met in the bar. Yeah, I know, meeting a guy in the bar is never a real promising start, but I'm yet to find a way to hook-up with a man at church or at the local hardware store. So, I met a guy at a bar. He was cute and funny, but after our second date I realized he was a drunk and a sexist pig. I'll pass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh, and then there was an old boy friend who looked me up. We chatted for a while until I found out he was married. Not into that. I passed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So now I'm back to square one. Single and looking. Now I just have to figure out where to look and an easier way to weed through the bad and find a good one. Wish me luck!</span>Amyway94http://www.blogger.com/profile/10020017901791454214noreply@blogger.com0