Better Late Than Never
I’ll bet you’re wondering where I’ve been. Well I hate to disappoint you, but I was NOT shacked up with Scarlet Johansson’s middle-aged twin sister. I have been in hell. I have fallen victim to the worst thing that could happen to me, not counting cancer, a major car accident or waking up next to my ex-wife. My computer crashed. It didn’t just crash, it hurtled itself off a cliff. The Geek Squad is still trying to fix it, but it doesn’t look good. “You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone,” may have been written about a woman, but it could just as easily have been inspired by my laptop computer. I’ve been lost without it. But I’m here now, and I’m all ears.
So, the big three, huh? There’s really no arguing with it. If you ace mind, body and spirit in this life, the rest will cease to matter. You don’t need to be Deepak Chopra to embrace this outlook. I may not live this, but it doesn’t mean I don’t believe this… Maybe I should join you for this mind, body and spirit upgrade, or this making money, losing weight and getting laid upgrade, if you prefer.
Making money? I hear you. Let’s be thankful we’ve gotten to that point in life where there is no lingering, internal conflict about it. Making money is a good thing. We all have a right to do it, and we all define ourselves, to whatever degree by how well we do it. It may not keep us warm at night, but it sure does keep us dancing all day long. Just don’t forget to share.
Losing weight? This is where my version of the big three would differ. Personally, I think you worry about it too much. I think you give it too much weight in your life (pun intended). You know what they say about body type and body image – both are mostly defined by the parents. There’s nothing wrong with the body type you’ve been given. There’s everything wrong with the body image you’ve been taught.
Getting laid? Now we’re talking! Now we’re on the same page! What more worthwhile venture could we choose at this or any moment of our lives? There’s no denying the positive ripple effect that getting laid brings to our lives. We tip a little bigger, we let the car in front of us change lanes, and we laugh at bad jokes. Getting laid isn’t just about getting laid – getting laid opens our eyes and warms our hearts. Getting laid more often just might be the best idea you’ve had this year.
Meanwhile, there’s nothing wrong with a tool belt as long as the guy knows how every tool works. OK, I couldn’t resist. But are you trying to tell me that because he works with his hands and probably didn’t go to college that should matter? Shame on you! But also, shame on you for something else. He gets points for being “nice?” What exact species of asshole have you been dating recently? Being “nice” is about as difficult as saying hello. Being “nice” is one of the few qualities in a person we should always be able to take for granted. Being “nice” is the least of what you should ever look for in a man. The only thing worse than a quality woman thinking she’s not worthy of a particular type of man is when a quality woman, or any woman for that matter thinks she’s better, or above a particular type of man. You’re too good to fall into either category – so don’t.
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Don’t Eat, Pray, Love
Now that the moving and unpacking is over (for the most part), it’s time to get down to business. Time to focus on the big three: mind, body and spirit. Or more precisely put in my world, that would be making money, losing weight, and getting laid.
I think I’m on track for the first one. Fourth quarter looks somewhat promising, and there are new projects on the horizon that could pan out in a big way. I’m choosing to look at the positive rather than the negative, which is quite unlike my usual glass-more-than-half-empty self. I’m not quite sure what has precipitated this change, but I guess I’m feeling a little zen in the new pad. And just like my new living room on a clear morning, the future is bright. Plus, it’s too frightening to think about all the new debt I’ve racked up making this house a home.
Okay, so I didn’t need that 55” flat screen. But it looks so good…
As far as number two goes, I’m thinking one trip to the grocery store will kick that into gear. I have not had food in my refrigerator for a month. It’s been nonstop pizza, Chinese food, Thai food, Italian food and beer – lots of beer – every day. That much take-out and beer is not a good thing for even a 25 year-old. And for 39 year-old me, it’s catastrophic. Even my fat clothes hurt to button. I feel like someone took an air hose, stuck it in my belly button, and inflated. One prick of a needle and (pop) goes the fat girl.
Speaking of pricks… Okay, bad segue. But I think I might have a new love interest, which could really help me with number three. No, it’s not the ex-boyfriend neighbor. (Yes, I took your advice and decided not to go down that path again – aren’t you proud of me?) It’s actually someone new. Wait for it, wait for it… I met him at the hardware store!
And yes, he wears a tool belt – with suspenders.
That old saying that you have to go to a “target-rich environment” is completely true. I have visited the hardware store more in the last few weeks than in the last few years, and let me tell you ladies, you need to go. THAT’S where all the men are! Just don’t go to mine.
Okay, so I know what you’re thinking. Can I actually date a guy in work boots and a tool belt? Chances are he didn’t go to college… Chances are he doesn’t have two nickels to rub together… Chances are his fingernails have never seen a scrub brush and he doesn’t own a suit. Chances are he’s everything my parents would disapprove of. But guess what? I’m not getting any younger. And guess what else? Chances are – he’s NICE.
I could really use a little nice right now. I could use a little simple. (I’m not saying he’s “simple” – for all I know, the guy reads Tolstoy in his spare time. Okay, probably not.) I’m saying simple as in, not complicated. And I think maybe for now, the Handyman (yep, just named him) might come in… handy. And hopefully he’s handSY, because I’m horny.
So far, he’s done three “jobs” for me, and not accepted any money for them. Yesterday I gave him tickets to the ball game as a thank you. And he spotted my big Kitchen Aid mixer on the counter and said, “You bake?”
So far, so good.





LOVE that he wears a tool belt. My husband has recently taken on the task of renovating our basement. And I have to say when he wears his tool belt, it drives me crazy!
LOVED the tool belt, didn’t love the temper. He’s history.
Back to the drawing board… Or, the hardware store!
~ Her