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Wordless Wednesday
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Jul 24, 2008 in Wordless Wednesday
If dating were only this easy.
Until next time-
C
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A Blond Suspects That Her Boyfriend Is Cheating On Her
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Dec 3, 2006 in redhead jokes
A blond suspects that her boyfriend is cheating on her, so she goes out and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment that same day, with the gun in hand.
Sure enough, when she opens the door, she finds her boyfriend in the arms of a redhead.
She points the gun at her boyfriend and stares him down for a moment.
Then, suddenly, she’s overcome with grief, so she puts the gun up to the side her head.
The redhead yells, “Wait! Don’t do it…”
The blond yells back, “Shut up! You’re next!”
Until next time -
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
The Ultimate Trick or Treat Street in Santa Rosa California
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Oct 30, 2005 in Brian and Mom
There are many that love the hoopla of Halloween parties, the dressing as ones alter ego, the going out and raising hell and ringing in Daylight’s Savings like some New Years summer-is-over celebration for sun worshipers bidding farewell to long days filled with blue skies.
It’s mole time.
I love Halloween, but not for it’s parties and drinking tradition. For me, I find the parties too much the amateur hour like St, Patrick’s Day, where people drink too much and think nothing of spilling a drink down your back or over your shoes.
Each Halloween, when the night turns dark and the goblins come out, we take Brian to this historic street in Santa Rosa, where my favorite Alfred Hitchcock movie was filmed: Shadow of A Doubt. This large tree-lined street, where many have grass sidewalks and cobblestone steps, old porch swings and verandas host Halloween trick or treating in its finest tradition.
The Street is McDonald Avenue, a grand lady of a street with a rich Santa Rosa history. Every year, the residents decorate their homes, creating “themes” for Halloween. People come from all over to trick or treat and most of the adults dress up as well. There is everything from the Haunted Dentist chair, to flying bats, to the Bates Hotel, to the dead guy who tries to grab you when you reach for candy. and much more.
The street has old fashioned street lights so it is difficult to see those in front of you, adding to the Halloween experience.
Brian was done at an hour – looked at me and said, “I have enough candy, can we just go home now? My feet hurt.”
God I love this kid.
We returned home, I built a fire while he showered and put on jammies and we sat down to read Sleepy Hollow. He fell asleep leaning against my chest and I realized these years are quickly slipping from my grasp and pretty soon he won’t even be sitting in my pocket anymore.
Our children grow up too fast. These are the times I wish I had married better and had four more boys behind Brian.
I could be doing Halloween for another 10 years or more.
Or I could just poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick.
Happy Halloween.
Until next time-
C
Introducing a Decent World Series Worth Watching
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Oct 23, 2005 in Mom Rants and Raves, Remembering
This weekend the Fall Classic slides into view, it is the baseball super bowl – the World Series. I have heard it said that 
the US wouldn’t have much interest due to the teams involved. Are you kidding me? Anyone that loves baseball, the all-American sport, will love this series.
Who can forget the 1919 World Series, which resulted in the most famous scandal in baseball history? Eight players from the Chicago White Sox were accused of throwing the series against the Cincinnati Reds.
To this day, no one really knows the complete story and baseball fans still feel sadness in not knowing how the great “Shoeless” Joe Jackson’s career might have played out. White Sox haven’t been in a series since 1959 and their last championship came in 1917.
This is the first World Series for the Houston Astros, an organization 44 years young, from a city that opened its arms wide for those displaced by Hurricane Katrina. Oh and they have . . . Roger Clemens.
I love Chicago, and loved training there. I hate the Houston airport – every airplane flight I have ever missed was there.
How do I know about baseball? I am an Irish, plus one cousin played for the Yanks the other for the Twins way back in the early big hair days of the 80’s. Frankly, I would prefer Brian played baseball over football, since it a sport his dad can’t coach.
I am not a big fan of baseball on TV. I think it is a sport that needs to be felt and experienced within the walls of a baseball stadium. What I love about this series (besides the fact the Yankees aren’t in it – even though Derek Jeter is a hunk and a half) is the two teams out of nowhere – the lost but not forgotten.
It is the American story: stick around long enough, work hard enough, don’t let go of a dream and eventually you just might make it to the big league of your life.
I enjoy stories of redemption. The White Sox, formally nicknamed the Black Sox are back trying to erase the stigma of their baseball forefather’s past. It is the story of a second chance. I love second chance comeback stories. I am working on my own.
Let’s play ball.
“There have been only two geniuses in the world. Willie Mays and Willie Shakespeare” ~Tallulah Bankhead
Until next time -
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
SIDEBAR: There is a funny baseball story of how I got mad at Kent Hrbeck, who was my cousin Larry’s best friend when they played on the Twins farm team, but then I think his story turns out better than mine in the end.
My Secret To Dating Better
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Oct 16, 2005 in It's A Mom's Life
Dating for dating sake, although effective for hilarious stories, doesn’t really go anywhere and I dislike spending the time with someone that can be better spent doing something for myself or for my son. I also believe I need to become the person I wish to meet.
What in the hell do I mean by this?
First, I want to date a healthy guy, so I must be healthy myself. I went to see the holistic Doctor last week and I am taking a slew of natural herbs that support the endocrine system. I feel great and my energy level is increasing with each new day, so the visit has created some positive changes.
I began walking every morning – 45 minutes worth – and Brian has decided that he likes walking to school with the dog and me. What’s that you say? Yes, I have gone from being so sick with Hashimotos that I gave up hiking to walking 45 minutes a day. It takes Brian, the dog and me 30 minutes to get to Brian’s school from our place, then I walk on to my office from there.
So yes, I would say that I am feeling much better, which is an exciting thing.
I have started to balance my system with Alkaline foods, to counter act the effects the thyroid meds have on my liver. Any guy might be a great guy, but it is selfish to ask someone up front to hang with someone who isn’t well or isn’t managing his or her illness. Not to mention the fact that I want to be thinking clearly.
Secondly, I want a guy who is interesting and has a full life. Thus, I need to make sure I am leading an interesting and full life. I want to go back to college and take a course in something fun … dance … creative writing…maybe even a italian cooking and wine class.
Thirdly, I want a guy with a career and life he loves. So I need to make sure my career – and what I want to do with the rest of my life – goals are moving along. The guy must be financially stable so I must be financially stable and move from my current location into a larger place.
Have you ever noticed the type of people you attract into your life when your life isn’t where you want it to be? It is possible to attract a great person, but not recognize them or be attracted to them because of the headspace you are in when your life is on a down cycle.
I have surrounded myself with great loving friends who emulate the life I am moving towards. Mr. Right isn’t in the local bar or club, and I have weeded out those friends into that scene. One friend is pushing me towards golfing with her, which could be a lot of fun. As I feel better and better I could be talked into attempting golf again.
If this all works, I’ll write a book: “A Year In The Life Of A Redhead or How I went from illness and despair to supreme health, wealth and happiness in 365 days online” Nolo Press $23.95. A New York Times bestseller??
Do I really need to date?
Until next time-
C
Why Match.Com Makes For Bad Dating Choices
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Oct 9, 2005 in Remembering
Well meaning friends are pushing me to date again. Let’s talk about where I have been – shall we?
How about my dating mistakes – the ones I will never make again?
I did try Match.com some years back, based on a suggestion from a friend. Mental note to self -
Never take dating advise from friends who have been married over 5 years. Technology changes too quickly for them and they believe the advertising they see on TV.
Match.com is really more “IamlookingforsexandnothingseriousandImightbereallysuperwierd.com”
I am a tech brain, so I believe in giving the Internet a chance at many things. But match sites?
My friends are relentless so I agree to at least explore match.com, fill out the profile and go shopping for men. The idea of ordering up a man like a pair of leather boots is appealing at first glance, but when we catalog order a wardrobe, does it ever really fit us the way it looks in the photo?
I forget how I got my match with Dan exactly, but he was from my town. How lucky for me (eye roll) to actually date someone who isn’t in another state. He is in my world – in my town and not married (gulp). We write back in forth within the safety of match.com and eventually take it outside match.com to yahoo chat. We then chat further in yahoo instant message before we meet. We eventually take it to the phone and seem to click well enough.
Hey this techo date thing might actually work.
He is a government worker from southern California who transferred up here for a special project and is impressed that I am self-employed. Yeh, a single mother who is self employed – it means I know how to starve to death on a level he is not capable of understanding.
His son is in college and I have a grade school-er. One would think this could be a connection point for us – uh no. Eventually we agree to meet in this local Irish restaurant. He likes me instantly and I think he is cute enough. It is fun and we have a good time.
We go home separately, and he calls when he says he will call. This is a good thing (pay attention guys – women like this). I am thinking this match. com thing might work. Whew – computers have come of age. Ta Da!
We have a second date and he invites me to his place. We are having fun; he can cook and has nice furniture. My mind is distracted by my upcoming road trip for work. I have to go back to Chicago.
However, I keep telling myself to stay in the game with Dan. Focus Catherine, focus. Dan shows me a photograph of his college son. “He is NO way in hell meeting you,” he says.
“Excuse me?” I respond, snapping myself back to reality from a daydream of someone I was once crazy about. “He will want to ‘do’ you – he has a thing for redheads, and I am not having that.”
Match dot com man just got creepy.
There it was – BOOM – the “OH MY GAWWD this guy is a freak” moment.
“I am old enough to be his mother – I doubt he’d be interested,” I reply back waiting for him to laugh and tell me he is joking.
“Ohhh noooo, he’d want you…just like I do…and I am not competing with my son,” he continues. He is serious. Did space aliens suddenly transport me to Mars? I mean, what the fuc*? OK, so now I am officially freaked out and want to go home.
He wants to kiss. Does the thought of his son doing me turn him on?
EWW.
Or does he think it turns me on?
EWW EWW.
Write this down men: freaking a woman out does not turn women on – even if she is a redhead.
I begin doing the avoidance dance – you sistas know - the one where you are moving your ass towards the nearest exit while they are distracted by a kiss. He senses he is losing me and runs his hand over my face like he is petting a cat backwards.
Yes, I did type that.
Now I am really having a ‘what the fuc*’ moment.
He tells me to close my eyes. I am backing up closing my eyes to appease him and get nearer to the door.
The big redhead scene is coming and I am just warming up. He runs his hand over my face yet again and starts this “You are relaxed” voodoo-hypnosis weird crap.
Is 911 on speed dial on my cell phone?
I slightly open an eye as he does it again and I realize that this idiot thinks he can hypnotize women. Does he not see that I am a redhead? Give me a fuc*ing break here.
Oh wait – he’s Match dot com man.
So now my feisty side is setting in. I play along. I am a great actress when I am pissed off. I begin to act like I am being hypnotized as I am backing my ass to the door. He is doing that whole, “You are relaxed – you are going deeper” bullshit and I am dying laughing inside as I fake getting sleepy.
With great relief, my hand is behind me on the doorknob. He says, “Now do what you really want to do to me”. I open my eyes, shove him, open the door and run to my truck yelling ” I am doing what I want to be doing …I am doing what I want to be doing!”
I hop in my truck start it, trying to hurry as fast as I can. He is running out his door as I drive off acting like my eyes are completely shut. He puts his hands on his head as I drive by in my truck like I was in a trance.
Redheads can pretend to drive with their eyes closed.
He is now calling my cell phone freaking that he thinks he has sent me driving off in a trance. I mean for *&^%$#%$^ sake does he really think he is that good? What an ego or good drugs or both. I get home, laughing my ass off and get on my pjs. I crawl in bed and after the 7th call, answer my phone. “Catherine, wake up” he says. I bury my face in my pillow to cover my hysterical laughs.
“Dan, go away,” I whisper, and hang up.
I canceled my match.com account the next day. I pack my bags for Chicago.
I decided then and there to be done with dating. All the good ones married right when they were in college. Do you think I should listen to my friends this time?
I don’t think so either.
Until next time -
C
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