posted August 05, 2008 06:07 PM            

Over the days before that night I had spent the hottest days of the summer outside during our annual garage sale/ tag sale at a friend's house. A couple nights before I had come home and while attempting a cool and refreshing shower, exhausted and sore, I reached for some facial scrub in the closet. I tried to pull the plastic tub full of bath products closer to reach further and when it wouldn't come any closer I shouted a frustrated "GIVE ME A BREAK!" at the Universe, at which time the Universe complied. The shelf broke and the heavy tub of products, along with the shelf, crashed down upon my water heater pipes, which also then broke and started spraying hot water all over poor naked me (one foot in the shower and one foot balancing precariously on my daughter's toothbrushing step stool), and my bathroom.
What follows would be comedic if it happened in a movie...
Me: shocked and stunned trying to brush super hot water off my face and body... first I grab a towel and try to stem the burst of water...

This doesn't work, of course, so my next thought amidst the screaming in my mind "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!??? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO???!!!" is...

wait for it...

duct tape

oooh kaaay

so I run naked into the kitchen dripping hot water and hair conditioner, yank open the cabinet and can't see duct tape so grab the first roll of tape I DO see... which happens to be clear packing tape.

So, I'm back in the bathroom. I don't need to describe the packing tape. Yeah, it didn't work lol. Annnnyway, I try stuffing towels etc down into the pipe the (gallons of) hot water still spraying out, but that doesn't work either and then for the first time it dawns on me... (angelic *ahhhhhhhh!*) that I need to turn off my water.

The rest of this adventure is just too ugly to type... and to remember even... but it involves spiders and darkness and currently my bedroom closet and part of my bedroom carpeting is soaking and stinking wet... etc etc... there is even more torturous clean up that I am just beginning and what really gets me is that I just had finally had everything cleaned up extra nice and felt really good about my living environment for the first time since I had my daughter and became constantly busy and tired and now the new semester will be starting this month. Ahhh well, the "best laid plans" yadda yadda.

Ok, is this getting boring yet?
Well, just imagine how I must have been feeling when I pulled on my jeans and a cute little Venusian top to go out on Saturday night.

I didn't take too much time getting ready because I was just exhausted and the only reason I was going out was because I had told a friend from out of town (that I hadn't seen in over a decade) that I would meet up with her so I had a babysitter, and then since I had waited all week to call her (my phone etiquette is about as good as my message board etiquette), we ended up missing each other. I kept having the urge to go out anyway even though I was too tired and would have to drive myself. I thought it was just the "don't waste a babysitter!" feeling but it turned out to be much more...
I will mention that I decided to wear the shoes I bought from my friend at our garage sale. Her shoes that had only been worn once, and by me... the shoes I called ~The Cinderella Shoes~ because they are clear and sparkle.

posted August 05, 2008 06:38 PM            

I drove to the first place thinking that I would have a long walk home if I drank more than two drinks and hoping I might get a chance to sing. I arrived, and there were only a few cars outside and no music coming from inside, so I decided that my only choice was the new place. We had stopped in before to check if they had karaoke because I thought I saw a sign once... and it looked nice, but a little boring (I have always been drawn to the rougher bars because I can hear the music I like...) and I thought I would entertain myself by having an interesting drink or two. This new place was only a couple blocks from home so I could go a little crazy. I walked in and saw that a band was playing so I was very happy. I took a seat at the bar (which was circular/rectangular) at the "corner", which happened to be a great place to watch the band. I was astounded to see the girl that my best girl friend used to sing with at karaoke and contests etc., singing lead for the band. I knew she had been doing it for a while but I hadn't expected to see her "out" playing and I was really excited that fate had led me there on a night I hoped to find some excitement.
So anyway... she ROCKED... was totally amazing and I ended up kissing her guitarist about half way through the night, even though he was 10-15 years older than me, but he was HOT for an older guy and he was really smooth and attentive and charming... and quite aware of my exquisiteness... so I didn't mind rewarding him with a kiss after all the attentive showing off I received. And I had never kissed an older man before...

I know, I'm such a **** .

Oh, but that isn't what this post is about...

as I said...

I was in the mood for adventure...

posted August 05, 2008 06:48 PM            

Well she walked up to me, and she asked me to chance
I said, "I am lookin’ for some wild romance,"
She gave me a wink--she said I should think about it, maybe

~lyrics written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent : Damn Yankees

posted August 05, 2008 07:20 PM            

I decided to order a second cherry bomb because I was still feeling tired. I had set my empty beer bottle up on the edge of the bar for the bartender and when she slid a cold bottle of Bud Light up to me I was a little embarrassed and frustrated because it wasn't what I wanted. "This isn't what I wanted," I said, looking into her eyes. She gave an "oops, well it isn't MY fault grin" and nodded down the bar. I look down and behold, quite possibly, the most attractive man I have ever seen. I look at her again, "Who?" I ask and she points directly at him. He is purposely looking down, around, and in any direction but mine. I wonder later if she noticed how astounded I was and if my mouth actually dropped open. I stare at him until he has no choice but to look my direction and then mouth the words "thank you" and lift my beer. He smiles and gives a little wink and lifts his in return.

posted August 05, 2008 08:02 PM            

this slick Don Juan Romeo is going to Woo our fair and gullible heroine and the poor dear is going to wake up feeling used, rejected and boo hoo, a little wiser...

but what I'm ALSO thinking, is

See me ride out of that sunset
On your color TV screen
Out for all I can get
If you know what I mean
men to the left of me
And men to the right...

that I have never seen a man who is that attractive to me, let alone had a man that stunning

I want action tonight
Satisfaction all night

buy me a drink, and if I DO happen to be in danger of that (Woo Hoo!!!) then it wouldn't be the worst thing that has happened to me this week (ya know?)

posted August 05, 2008 08:07 PM            

Anticipation... yummy

posted August 05, 2008 08:50 PM            

From: The Book of Lovers: A Personal Guide to Astrological Relationships
by Carolyn Reynolds

Scorpio Sun - Cancer Moon

This could be your knight in shining armor, riding across the desert on his fine Arabian charger. He could be your "Emotional Rescue"; he will be someone's. Even a one night stand with this man could change your life. He is dramatic, intense, considerate, and passionate. In fact, I am going to give him an eleven sexually. He will quite simply take you to places you've never been before, and I'm not talking about travel. This man is your every fantasy come to life. He is tall, dark, and handsome. He is a good money maker, and full of fun and surprises. He can cook, do the laundry, and give you advice on how to fix your hair and what to wear. Are you breathless yet?
There is more. He will charm your friends, and your mother will think he is perfect. He isn't, of course, but he'll come close. He is impulsive, excessively physical, demanding and possessive. And, he is jealous. Even after he left you for someone else, to see you with someone else will make him see red. He is also in the top ten of possessiveness. If he had his way, he would never let go of anything. That may explain why he keeps in touch with a lot of his former relationships (which drives you bats). It may also shed some light on the woman he eventually gives his heart and soul to. She will bear a striking resemblance to his mother. I hope he had a good relationship with her, or he'll make it rough for you. These little faults aside, he will make the woman of his choice silly with happiness. He will be a help mate, a friend, a fan, your partner in crime, if necessary. He will be an excellent father and husband. He can mix career and love fabulously. Speaking of his career, he will work hard and be very fair with his co-workers. When he plays he forgets work and vice versa. His concentration is tops. He will be most attracted to a woman he has to fight to control. A Capricorn or Cancer head his list. Everyone has a chance for a fling though, thank God.

His illumination: A wonderful mate.
His dark side: Still friends with the ex.

I had just begun to sense more of this at this point in the story... still not even half way through the night...

~~~~~ to be continued ~~~~~~~

posted August 05, 2008 09:00 PM            

This is GOOD stuff! LOL! I was crying laughing so hard at the duck tape/water heater story.

And...What happened with Mr. Yummy?

posted August 05, 2008 11:50 PM              

Ooooowwhh! A Cancer Moon man would be PERFECT for you and your Cappy moon!

I know what you mean about being attracted to older, experienced, mature men. Also, the water heater thing - FUNNY.....ours broke a few weeks ago and I've been taking freezing cold showers everyday. It sucks, but better than no water at all. Can't wait to make some money to get it fixed!

You sound like you absolutely "glowed" that night. Arent those the best? Wish I could'a been there. You remind me of myself and friends of mine from back home. Love it. I might just need to go out and have one of these nights myself soon.

posted August 06, 2008 12:36 PM            

8th it makes me laugh when I read that part too.

Mr. Yummy, ohhhh yes... perfect name.

I love you girls you are so much fun,
and T, my moon (which is conjunct my Cap AC) is conjunct his IC. And his moon, which is conjunct his MC (in Cancer) is conjunct my DC. Our moons are not opposed though... but he has to check on the exact minutes.

*****edited to say, oops, yes they are opposed 7 degree... but we still need to get a confirmation on the birth time

My "stellium" in Libra/Virgo/8th House is conjunct his AC... which is why I am guessing he is devastatingly handsome to me and why he is so taken with me and finds me so beautiful as well. After I post most of "Chapter 2" :^D, I am going to start begging for help in analyzing aspects.

Oh, and you know we will totally go out some day. This life or next... it's a date.

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posted August 06, 2008 12:41 PM            

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So, you know how nothing is "perfect" and when something seems too good to be true it probably is...

And well, SOMETHING had to be wrong with him, right?! I mean, if I hadn't found out immediately, I would still be wondering if he was married or...

So, you know how the guitarist was 10-15 years OLDER than me...?

Well,

Mr. Yummy and Friends -> 10-15 years YOUNGER than me...

So, I basically thought, "Eh, well, it will still be an adventure!" and then I had none of those annoying "I wonder if he is THE ONE!?" thoughts even step one toe into my thoughts the entire night. Quite liberating... actually.

A little back story on my thoughts up to this night:

For the last couple years I had been having dreams on and off that involve bathrooms. Now, if you look up the symbolism of bathrooms, water in bathrooms, pipes, privacy verses people looking at you while you are showering or on the toilet etc, it all has to do with your emotions. Water is emotion, as students of astrology firmly understand... and the bathroom has to do with cleansing and releasing of wastes (so emotional residues/wastes in the symbolic sense). I had done the analysis on various dreams over an extended period of time and had determined that my subconscious or the Universe, (or both as both are connected and are One-in-the-same etc) was trying to tell me that I was repressing my emotions and possibly had a block that needed to be released.
I understood this intellectually, and it seemed logical as I have Capricorn moon and AC and have had many traumatic 8th house experiences in my life (as indicated by my 8th house planets) but had no idea how to clear this block, though I have often done meditations on the flow of energy through my body and energy field etc, but ultimately I'm too lazy or undedicated or whatever to do it the ten or whatever times/days that is always recommended.

Anyway... it became clear to me recently that if I wasn't going to pay enough attention to my dreams, the Universe was going to skip the astral manifestation and go straight to a physical manifestation. The pipe under my bathroom sink broke (when I had been poking a stretched wire clothes hanger into a clog and then trying to yank the hooked hanger back out again) and before I had even got that fixed, the hot water heater pipe scenario manifested.

I don't know if everyone is following all of that, but those who get what I'm saying are probably as "ooo ahhhh" as I am about the realization so you might then understand why I decided that if my "careful" was causing so many problems I might as well just let go and go with the flow. A good friend and soul mate recently helped me see that, as per our agreement after the whole mountaintop fiasco... so here's a tweet-out to my beloved guru plumber.

posted August 06, 2008 12:58 PM            

oh wait…

well… that reminds me…

So, the next time I came out of the ladies room (I took a little extra time this time…) there was an interaction, I don’t remember if he asked me something or if his friend did but we all began to talk and I sat down with them and next to Mr. Yummy. There was astrological conversation as I guessed that he might be a…. Leo? (due to his generosity and boldness) and he said, no, “Scorpio”, which confirmed a few other thoughts I had been having… and we both were looking up at one of the television screens in silence as Rose shivered and chattered atop a door floating in the ocean and Leonardo Di Caprio spent his last moments deeply and truly loving her (you know, before he slipped frozen into the depths of the water), and begging her to live for him. We went outside and stood against each other and he asked me question after question, wanting to get to know me, and when I told him about what I wanted to do in life and asked if he had experienced anyone close to him dying, he spoke deeply and privately to me, sharing his soul, and we held each other and leaned against each other.
It was last call and someone showed up at the patio door yelling for everyone outside to come inside and there were a few more bar type events with one of the bride’s maids boyfriends starting some fighting, and Virgo of the Yummy posse got hit in the face, (while trying to play peacemaker) (no real damage that I could see). Earlier I had correctly guessed the sun signs of two of Mr. Yummy’s friends, Virgo and Cancer, though the Virgo and Libra are the important ones that I got to know more... and when Mr. Yummy was chatting with his friends, another gentleman who had been watching me earlier that night but who had not fully approached, began chatting with me. (*I had to come back and add that this guy was also really cute and probably more my age. He was from out of town and had come in with the clean up crews to saw logs after our hurricane-like winds the week before that caused huge power outages and damage in our area. My power was out for over 3 days.)

posted August 06, 2008 01:35 PM            

Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time, turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home.

Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time, this room won't be open till your brother's or your sister's come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits, I hope you have found your friends.
Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end, yeah

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home.

Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from...

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home.

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home.

Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...

posted August 06, 2008 11:03 PM            

Libra drove us (me, Mr. Yummy and Virgo) to my place and we hung out on the back porch and drank beers and made a fire in the grill. There was fun and merriment, naughtiness and moments of danger and those amazing men fawned over me and made me feel like a queen. The women that these men give their hearts and souls to in the future will be so blessed. Mr. Y kept kissing me and getting more and more aggressive with his hands. As a young girl, I could have fallen for any of these sweet guys, but I finally demanded that either the friends leave or Mr. Yummy would have to keep his hands to himself... unless they were trying for a three-way (there was animated discussion and joking about this possibility and I will probably remain some iconic legendary figure in the lives of these young men... a story that will grow and change with time and ultimately become "the time when we ALMOST...") but as much as I might like to be, I'm not really "that" kind of girl and they weren't "that" kind of guys (especially no doubt about it, the sweet and sexy Scorpio/Cancer Mr. Yummy) which he demonstrated earlier when I was pushing any and all buttons and flirting with his friends.
So, J stayed and
(see excerpt on Scorpio/Cancer above)
and no we didn't "go all the way" and there is no way to even describe the "event" (and it WAS an event) other than to say that I have never said a man's name and "oh God" so many times in my life. (This is too many details, yes, but you girls should KNOW that there are actual men out there like this! And by some astrological fated event, you can meet and interact with them!)
I finally basically begged for mercy and passed out "in the nook" (remember Carrie talking about "getting back into the nook"?) and then woke, wondered if he would have gangrene in the morning from me sleeping on his arm like that, and then stumbled into the living room to sleep on the couch (where I usually sleep) because I couldn't stand the musty smell from the water in my room and he looked so comfortable sprawled out on the bed.
I woke a couple hours earlier than he did and after I set a bottle of water and a bottle of headache medicine on my dresser for him to find when he woke, I came back out here. I did some reading etc and then started to get tired again so I started to doze here in the recliner. He came in and asked why I didn't wake him etc, I said he was probably tired etc and I figured if he needed to wake early he would have told me the night before etc so I let him sleep. He said, oh no no, I just wondered where you were... I told him some reasons I slept out here, he started talking about his cell phone being dead, I told him he could use my phone to call Libra for a ride if he didn't want to walk with me back to my car etc, he said he would walk back with me to my car but I didn't have to drive him home etc...

Have you ever seen the Sex and the City episode where Miranda first meets Steve and they have a "one night stand" and in the morning she is like, "Ok, BYYYE, thanks for the sex!"?
I was thinking along the same lines... ok, you don't have to worry that I am going to throw myself around your ankles and beg you not to go or something, you can just leave or I'll give you a ride or whatever. I'm thinking thanks for the "sex" (or kisses and hugs and talking, the beautiful experience, you know...) but we both know I am way too old for you etc, but if you want to be friends, that would be super cool, so please don't feel like you have to say things you don't mean... (like when Steve keeps saying "I'll call you" and Miranda says, "No you won't. You don't have to say you'll call when we both know you won't" and then she won't give him her number so he ends up actually coming over a few days later to ask her out.)

posted August 06, 2008 11:14 PM            

I am beginning to understand just how screwed I am.

Not because I have some young guy who might fall for me... but because I can't stop myself from wanting to interact with HIM and if he wants me in that intense way, I won't be able to stop myself from falling for him.

And if you have shared any of the "too good to be true" thoughts I have had you might also have thought either... "Well, they didn't go all the way so he wants to stick around for the rest" or "Well, you might as well enjoy it, Mel! Why look a gift horse in the mouth?" etc...
So, allow me to add that this perfect creature, in addition to being open to all ideas of God, agreeing whole-heartedly that everything is energy, is a young man who went to Catholic school and from what I didn't understand until just that morning... wants to save himself for his wife. (***edited to say that I later found out in conversation that I misunderstood/was wrong about this***) Why didn't I meet him so many years ago when I was in the exact same place? And would I want to go back to my youth and do things differently? The truth is, at this moment, I think I would. My dream man, but soooooooo late. I am drowning in thoughts and self analysis. What is the Universe trying to tell me and teach me?

And I would just enjoy this and be his girl-toy girlfriend, and enjoy the experience... but that Cancer moon of his (and the Scorpio energy) just takes things back to this deep emotional tenderness that just MAKES me respond. And this is no eager young puppy dog boy, this is a MAN. An open, honest man. I can already tell that I am in trouble. And the way our angles line up in our synastry chart tells me that there is something to this experience for both of us. Something intense.

He called yesterday before he went to work to see how I was doing and to give me his number (I didn't ask for his and didn't offer mine that first morning, but when he called Libra it was on Libra's phone so he said he would get my number from his friend when I conceded that yes, I would like to hear from him and thought that fate might bring us together one way or another anyway) and told me that I should call anytime etc., and I called today to say hi briefly right before I knew he had to be at work and he said he is going to call tomorrow... even though he is working 10 hour days this week.

Dear God, help me to love and bless this man and this experience while loving myself. Help me to learn the lessons I am meant to learn and teach the lessons I am meant to teach. Help me to co-create friendship and trust. I give this relationship to You, God. Please help me to remember to pray.

"Think not that you can direct the course of love...for love, if it finds you worthy, will direct your course."

~Kahlil Gibran

posted August 07, 2008 05:08 AM            

Is the age difference really an issue for you? Maybe you should just enjoy the 'now' and not fret so much about age.

posted August 07, 2008 09:37 AM              

Let yourself love him if it is in your heart.....