I hate Peeps.

Yet my Mother gives them to me each year as part of my Easter basket.

(Yes, I am 35 and I still get an Easter basket. She stopped hiding them when I was in my early 20s. I am still bitter about that)

I frickin' hate Peeps.

The smell.
The look.
The shapes.

Creeeeeeeeeeeepy.

The Dark Horse ...

All this talk of my dating trifecta has left friends, like Scully, wondering what is up with the guy formerly known as the 'hot golf guy.'

The answer is: Not Much.

To recap, the hot golf guy and I had a pretty cool start to dating with an immediate attraction and introspection on both of our parts. It was good until ... well, it was bad. He basically went MIA with the excuse that 'work' was all he could think about, had no time for anything else, etc. Until Friday night (we will come back to this), I hadn't seen him in 6 weeks. So, not much. I got tired of waiting for lame excuses and decided to get back into the dating game.

Which brings me, handily, to this weekend.

I had plans with IrishBoy to hit a late movie on Friday night. I had the entire family coming over for Easter (yes, belated) on Saturday so I wanted to get the house in order Friday night and thought a late movie would work with IrishBoy. As it turns out, he had previously scheduled plans to help a friend move on Friday night and said that Sunday would work better for him so we rescheduled to Sunday night.

I was at home, cleaning away when I received a text from the golf guy. He wants to see me.

Hmm, I think. We text back and forth a bit and I tell him to come over.

We spend a couple hours together and I mention to him that I am not happy with the way things have gone and if he wants to date me he needs to show up. We close the discussion with 'he will try better.' As of this point, I have no feelings one way or another it will happen. I've seen what his promises have been in the past and if past behavior is any indicator of future behavior, I'll see him in another six+ weeks. Maybe. Thus he is the dark horse running beside the dating trifecta.

Saturday is a non-stop race to get the house in final order, get cupcakes made, get ham done, etc. for family to show up. It was a decent time although I must admit to biting my tongue on several occasions to avoid more family strife. Most of the bullshit had to do with the young cousin (18) who has procreated with his girlfriend (18) and the care of their young baby (3 months). Debacle. If I think about this too long I will become enraged.

I call the young'un on Saturday late afternoon and invite him over for dinner. I have leftovers for days and just want to drink my wine in peace. I made some oven grilled sandwiches with ham, brie, spinach, grilled onions & mushrooms on sourdough and some salad & deviled eggs for side dishes. Between he and I we finish 2 bottles of wine and have a nice evening. I sent him home around midnight and crawled into bed, knowing I have a date in the morning.

Sunday morning at 10:30, I meet the artist at South Bend Chocolate Company downtown for a coffee (& bagel). We had a nice time but I can say that I hold no great attraction for him. We could be good friends, that is my sense. He wants to do something later this week.

Sunday night's date with IrishBoy is postponed until later this week ...

Went to the gym last night, got a good workout in, then hopped in the pool and swam a bit. After my swim I hung out in the sauna and whirlpool then called it a night.

Insomnia last night thanks to a million racing thoughts. Lots to get done this week.

Date Trifecta

I must have lost my frickin' mind.

I have a date tonight with IrishBoy, a date tomorrow night with the young'un and a date on Sunday morning with the Artist. Yes, boys and girls, a date trifecta.

All this for a chick that truly hates to date.

Tonight is a movie, tomorrow dinner and a movie and Sunday is brunch. Sunday afternoon I plan to take a nap, a nice long one.

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Tomorrow the family descends like locusts on my lovely home. I will have 19 people at my house for Easter dinner tomorrow. I'm sure it will all be very blog-worthy so be prepared for the madness that is my family.

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Yesterday wasn't anything special. Work was, well, work and after work I commenced with my Sam's Club run with D9. He had massive amounts of groceries to buy and I wandered somewhat aimlessly adding this and that to the cart. The only 'must-have' item was a ham or two for Saturday's festivities.

Post Sam's Club, I went to Meijer and finished up the shopping. Came back home, unloaded groceries, fixed dinner and called it a night.

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Oh, and funny of yesterday:

CCM asked if I had ever heard from 'he who must not be named' again after he said he'd call.
I said no.
CCM replied: "What a pussy."

I laughed so hard I nearly choked. Thanks CCM. You Rock.

Went to Church, Elderly Woman Passes Out

Seriously, the roof did not fall in but an elderly woman a couple of rows ahead of me literally slumped to the floor during the Alleluijah chorus. I am not sure if this means God had a misfire on the bolt of lightening ... as I walked out (that was the last song), at least five members of the church's 'medical team' were assisting her.

I haven't been on the inside of a church in I have no idea how long. I am thinking the last time may have been Christmas 2004 when Hex was singing at the Cathedral downtown but I am not for certain. That seems about right though.

As for why I went: the idea called to me all week. I suppose as a person that grew up in the church, Easter holds a special place in my heart. It is a time of renewal and rebirth and I think that appeals to many of us as we consider our lives.

Today's message was, as expected, centered on Jesus' resurrection. The pastor who gave the sermon had some style in his presentation and even included a recording of Ernest Hemingway in the sermon. Fascinating.

As for the church itself, I went to East 91st St. Christian Church, a place fairly close to home. I chose the 8 a.m. service because I was awake and I didn't think there would be the hordes of people that would go to later services. It was busy, as expected, probably 300+ people there (last week's attendance was 4,700 -- wow). I went to the 'traditional' service as that is what I am comfortable with. Growing up Baptist is just about as traditional of a service as one can get and when I find myself at more contemporary services I feel completely at loss and confused. To put this all in perspective, this wasn't the largest church I've ever attended (that was in Lexington, KY at my cousin's church) but it was a lovely experience.

I am curious to know this church's position on matters of social and societal issues. In my personal life I don't believe anyone should be shunned on the basis of their sexual orientation, race or other mitigating factors so a church that subscribes to those beliefs would not be the one for me. There are a number of events at this church which could enlighten me on their belief structure and I may take advantage of them to learn more. It would be nice to have a church close to home but distance is no overarching factor if intolerance is preached here.

I am curious what this week's attendance will be. 4,700 on Palm Sunday is seriously big. To put that in my perspective, that is 1/4 of my hometown showing up at the same place on Sunday morning. Whoa.

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This afternoon I'll be watching the Butler game with Xena and Maestro. I am so looking forward to this.

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Talked to Dad today and reconfirmed my trip to FL at the end of April. He is excited, as am I. He's finished a number of projects since I was there in Dec (screened porch, remodel of master bathroom, remodel of master bedroom, fence ... etc.) so I am looking forward to seeing all of his work. I am also looking forward to some beach time and sunshine. Ahhhh.

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Have a great day. :)