We're all insane

Ok, it's true. Dating in your 30's and (almost) 40's is difficult. I mean, when you're younger, you still believe that the fairytale romance still exists. Whis is a great dream if you can hold onto it.

Most of the people I know are now in their early to late 30's (yes, there are some exceptions, but we're not talking about YOU this time). Almost all of them who I have talked about relationships to have been hurt at least once . Some are downright scared to get involved again...

Most of us can't decide if we even want to be get close to anyone, let along get into a relationship. I know that personally, I miss the closeness of a lover. But I don't miss the "drama" and all the other stuff that typically seems to go along with a romantic coupling.

Ok, we're a cynical bunch. We have baggage. We've been so soured by love in the past, that we just don't want to deal with it anymore. I really can't blame us. Because getting hurt really sucks.

We're all looking for a normal, sane person to be with us. But that's impossible, because at this point in our lives, we're ALL insane! So, I reiterate what I said a few blogs back. I simply give up on the whole relationship thing.

I complain about hearing Margaritaville at the laundromat. So why is it that last night, I chose that song to sing at karaoke?? And this isn't the first time. Of course, it was a slightly older crowd, and it's great to see them all singing along.. At least this time, I didnt change up the lyrics!!

This week, I'm going karaoke crazy!! Tonight, I'm meeting up with an old friend, and we're going to do karaoke!! Oh, what have I become!!!

Karaoke night last night. I went to Central in Plainville and we sang it up again...

What can be better than Johnny Cash covering Depeche Mode??

Johnny Cash- Personal Jesus (link fixed 4/23/07)

2 weeks in a row....no Margaritaville while doing my laundry....

I have a lap cat...

When I first "adopted" my cat Freya over a year ago, she was a very scared, timid little kitten. Her first week or so of her life here was spent hiding under the loveseat in my living room. The very fist time she ventured out on her own was the day that I brought my daughter home to meet her.

Freya is still skittish to this day, but she's come out of her shell quite a bit. I recieve a warm welcome from her every day when I arrive home from work, and most times when I'm on the computer, she takes up residence next to the keyboard.

I recently have started doing a bit more reading-- which is something I keep intending to do, and usually put off. I noticed something while I was reading the last few times. Freya insists in curling up in my lap while I read. She will stay there the entire time, until she hears a loud noise or I have to get up.

It seems that I now have a lap cat.....