Over the past week a lot of people I know have had tragedies in their lives. It's made me think more about what in life is important.
Many in my neighborhood felt a loss when a neighbor passed suddenly last week. Another good friend has a high school buddy who had been beating cancer but it's come back. Still another good friend's friend is fighting for his life in the hospital. To make matters worse, she and her brother lost their dog yesterday. This was their family pet that had been in their lives for over a decade.
Now I'm about to board a plane for NYC. Although I can't wait for the trip, I'd rather not leave my friend when she's sad. And I didn't want to leave my Lucy, but I know she's in good hands.
I don't call my parents often enough or my sister and nieces. I'll try to get better. I love and appreciate my good friends. Showing them and telling them is so important. More important than client deadlines and way more important than my to do list. As a single girl, I realize even more how much they mean to me. Saying I love you is difficult for me, and when I do, I really mean it.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Good fun; great friends
Last night, some friends and I hosted a dinner party at my place. It was Cajun themed, and in true Cajun fashion, it lasted until after 2 o'clock in the morning.
This party was a followup to the one just before New Year. We agreed then we'd rather spend time in one of our homes rather than in a local pub. Everyone enjoyed that one, so we promise each other we'll do this often. Everyone pitched in with their favorite food, beer and wine and even washing dishes - everything that makes it easier to host a party.
The food was good and all 10 of the people who came got along well. Each person was dealing with their own stresses. Some had just come from a funeral, two were dealing with work issues, another is still unpacking in her new apartment after her other one was damaged from a fire. One girl's boyfriend has been traveling a lot and is about to move cross country, my special friend (new guy) and I are still dealing with our breakups and single life, and my good friend has a friend in the hospital.
You never would have known anyone had a care.
Once we spent a couple of hours playing a fun card game, it was way too late for a work night. By five o'clock this afternoon, I was nodding off at my computer, so I took a nap with Lucy curled up next to me on the sofa. We all had so much fun that it was worth it.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
This party was a followup to the one just before New Year. We agreed then we'd rather spend time in one of our homes rather than in a local pub. Everyone enjoyed that one, so we promise each other we'll do this often. Everyone pitched in with their favorite food, beer and wine and even washing dishes - everything that makes it easier to host a party.
The food was good and all 10 of the people who came got along well. Each person was dealing with their own stresses. Some had just come from a funeral, two were dealing with work issues, another is still unpacking in her new apartment after her other one was damaged from a fire. One girl's boyfriend has been traveling a lot and is about to move cross country, my special friend (new guy) and I are still dealing with our breakups and single life, and my good friend has a friend in the hospital.
You never would have known anyone had a care.
Once we spent a couple of hours playing a fun card game, it was way too late for a work night. By five o'clock this afternoon, I was nodding off at my computer, so I took a nap with Lucy curled up next to me on the sofa. We all had so much fun that it was worth it.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
Sunday, January 27, 2013
What this blog means
This blog is my life. It's what I live every day. My experiences and my thoughts. Some may agree with me and some may not. Others may judge. And that's okay.
We all have a story.
This is where I tell mine, and I hope others - especially single girls - learn from my missteps. I try to not make the same mistake twice but do sometimes. If you laugh while reading, believe me, I'm laughing with you. If you cry, I'm probably shedding tears as well.
Every word here is true. These things happen to real people I know. I never use names nor do I intend anyone to figure out who I'm writing about, and unless you were there you won't.
I enjoy sharing with all of you. Please tell your story, agree or disagree or share your advice in the comments. Whether you're a guy or girl, single or not, in Australia, Germany, Indonesia or the U.S. or anywhere around this world, we all would enjoy hearing from you.
Love to you all,
Addison
We all have a story.
This is where I tell mine, and I hope others - especially single girls - learn from my missteps. I try to not make the same mistake twice but do sometimes. If you laugh while reading, believe me, I'm laughing with you. If you cry, I'm probably shedding tears as well.
Every word here is true. These things happen to real people I know. I never use names nor do I intend anyone to figure out who I'm writing about, and unless you were there you won't.
I enjoy sharing with all of you. Please tell your story, agree or disagree or share your advice in the comments. Whether you're a guy or girl, single or not, in Australia, Germany, Indonesia or the U.S. or anywhere around this world, we all would enjoy hearing from you.
Love to you all,
Addison
My vagina's on fire
It's not what you think though. It was jalapeno peppers.
Last night, my special friend (the new guy) insisted on helping me prepare for tonight's little gumbo party. We spent at least two hours in my tiny kitchen together. We had a blast laughing, talking and tasting. He turned what was going to be steamed shrimp with a jar of cocktail sauce into an amazing shrimp cocktail. I'm tempted to grab a spoon and dig into that bowl before the guests arrive. Then he jazzed up the corn on the cob and red potatoes with a yummy Cajun sauce while I did some other cooking and set the table.
We loaded up with samples, a few beers and walked across the street to deliver the andouille sausage my friend used for the gumbo he's making. But before he had even put everything down there, he volunteered to slice and de-seed about two dozen fresh jalapenos that my other friend was going to stuff and wrap in bacon, of course. He did a fabulous job and even cleaned up the kitchen.
We declined the offer to play a game there and came home. We were tired. But not too tired to play on our own. I tasted a hint of hot on him. When he touched me it spread even further until it felt like flames were shooting out of my vagina. I had to stop.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I was almost in tears and laughing at the same time. "Uhm, you're going to laugh. Those jalapenos are all over me now. It burns so bad I can hardly stand it."
"You're right. I felt burning too," he said. "I didn't even think about that. I'm so sorry."
We raced downstairs to the bathroom to wash off, then we picked up right where we left off. Whether it was the jalapenos or that we're getting to know each other better, I know one thing.
It was hot.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
Last night, my special friend (the new guy) insisted on helping me prepare for tonight's little gumbo party. We spent at least two hours in my tiny kitchen together. We had a blast laughing, talking and tasting. He turned what was going to be steamed shrimp with a jar of cocktail sauce into an amazing shrimp cocktail. I'm tempted to grab a spoon and dig into that bowl before the guests arrive. Then he jazzed up the corn on the cob and red potatoes with a yummy Cajun sauce while I did some other cooking and set the table.
We loaded up with samples, a few beers and walked across the street to deliver the andouille sausage my friend used for the gumbo he's making. But before he had even put everything down there, he volunteered to slice and de-seed about two dozen fresh jalapenos that my other friend was going to stuff and wrap in bacon, of course. He did a fabulous job and even cleaned up the kitchen.
We declined the offer to play a game there and came home. We were tired. But not too tired to play on our own. I tasted a hint of hot on him. When he touched me it spread even further until it felt like flames were shooting out of my vagina. I had to stop.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I was almost in tears and laughing at the same time. "Uhm, you're going to laugh. Those jalapenos are all over me now. It burns so bad I can hardly stand it."
"You're right. I felt burning too," he said. "I didn't even think about that. I'm so sorry."
We raced downstairs to the bathroom to wash off, then we picked up right where we left off. Whether it was the jalapenos or that we're getting to know each other better, I know one thing.
It was hot.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
Friday, January 25, 2013
There's open then there's open...where to draw the line
Two nights ago at the pub, one of my guy friends asked me what started to be an innocent question.
"How's (new guy)?" he asked, and he called him by name.
"He's good."
Then he grinned. "Are you gettin' any?"
Uhm. Really? "Why do you want to know?" was the strongest response I could think of.
"Come on, are you?"
I'm such a horrible liar so I said yes and immediately regretted it when one of the other guys asked me to rate it by number of orgasms. Really?
So last night, the same scenario started to develop. The door was halfway closed as I walked inside from the pub's patio when I heard the same guy ask, "How's (new guy)?"
I stopped. I wasn't going to do it again, so I turned around and just looked at him. Then later he asked me what the go-to-hell look was for and wondered if I wasn't seeing him anymore.
"It wasn't a look. You asked me - and I told you - way too much last night. Nothing's changed since."
But he said he didn't remember what we talked about the previous night. I was worried about sharing too much, and he didn't even recall the conversation.
I've got to get better about ignoring or responding better to people's probing questions. I don't mind being open, but it's easy to cross that line. In this case, I'm glad my sex life seemed forgettable to him.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
"How's (new guy)?" he asked, and he called him by name.
"He's good."
Then he grinned. "Are you gettin' any?"
Uhm. Really? "Why do you want to know?" was the strongest response I could think of.
"Come on, are you?"
I'm such a horrible liar so I said yes and immediately regretted it when one of the other guys asked me to rate it by number of orgasms. Really?
So last night, the same scenario started to develop. The door was halfway closed as I walked inside from the pub's patio when I heard the same guy ask, "How's (new guy)?"
I stopped. I wasn't going to do it again, so I turned around and just looked at him. Then later he asked me what the go-to-hell look was for and wondered if I wasn't seeing him anymore.
"It wasn't a look. You asked me - and I told you - way too much last night. Nothing's changed since."
But he said he didn't remember what we talked about the previous night. I was worried about sharing too much, and he didn't even recall the conversation.
I've got to get better about ignoring or responding better to people's probing questions. I don't mind being open, but it's easy to cross that line. In this case, I'm glad my sex life seemed forgettable to him.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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