I wonder

Does putting butter on low fat popcorn defeat the purpose?

HRG

They do exist

Know what I found out? There is a man with a conscience on the face of the earth! Called Ripley's to report this. They told me to stop smoking drugs and that with help, everything will be alright. The Vatican promises to investigate this as a bona fide miracle. It isn't enough that I have to actually LIKE this guy, now I find myself respecting him too. Sigh. Figures, I'd find myself falling for a cute boy who happens to be partnered up. Life would be boring without the complications. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Let's add yet another cute boy to my *just friends* list.

Aren't there any cute boys out there who want to be more than just friends?

HRG

Losing My Edge?

Oh babies, can it be happening? Is HRG really losing her je ne c'est quoi? Even the personals have flattened out. Not one message. Not one hint of interest. Would it make a difference if I put my picture up there? I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm scared to death someone will see the picture and recognize me. Of course, I could, in my charming way, manage to joke my way out of it.

It's almost August. Summer is half over and it's only been a week! The rest of the continent is experiencing heat waves like they've never seen, and we've been freezing our collective asses off here on Fantasy Island. All the cute boys I promised myself I'd terrorize have yet to materialize. How can the time slip by so fast? (sorry Mystery Mama--glitch aside, it honestly only felt like days, not weeks....)

In spite of the heat, work has been busy busy busy. My first major *event* was last week and fortunately it went off without a hitch. The days leading up to it were a nightmare. The owner was in the foulest of moods and as always, we wore it. Somehow we muddled through though.
My first business trip looms. We leave a week from Saturday. I'm so excited about this. Seriously, how bad can it be shopping with someone else's money? Raising J. taught me the importance of budgeting and spending wisely. Now I get to do it with someone else's money. I've died and gone to HRG heaven.

What else has been going on? Hmmmmm....we played some gigs that were fun, HTBP asked me to come and sit in with his other band on Friday nite. I got sick, missed work and couldn't go. A very cute boy brought me a copy of the most awesome concert. The gift was thoughtful and very much appreciated. Next day we went to lunch to celebrate my feeling better. My new favorite restaurant at the Inner Harbor, sunshine, good company (with our usual fabulous talks!) and even a few cute boys to sneak peeks at. Sunday at the beach wrapped the weekend up rather nicely thankyouverymuch. Spent most of the day on my floaty thing at Gordon Bay. Y'all know how much I love my floaty thing. The subsequent sunburn was worth it. Hey, today my legs stopped stinging and everything!

Oh I learned that mixing the beach, hot tanning oil and one's ex can be a very dangerous thing.

But that's a story for another day......

HRG

Summer's finally here!

And of course, HRG is stuck indoors all day....sigh......Saturday feels like it will never get here. Oh, and this weekend will be spent lazing on a beach, somewhere, anywhere. HRG needs sun and sand to soothe her soul. I need it in a big way.

The gig went well. Several very cute boys drooled, one even bought me a drink--which only served to piss MBF off. After all this time, I'm seeing sides of him I've never seen before. Some of the newness is sweet, some of it I could do without. It all comes down to his either wanting the whole package or not. I have no doubt he cares, but there are issues, his issues, BIG issues.

Oh....my......gawd.....that's it. MBF is my Mr. Big. Neither of us really able to completely commit to the other, but at the same time, never being able to leave each other either.

I need to eat another popsicle and think about that awhile......

HRG

Peggy Hughes

My Aunt Peg passed away Thursday nite. The Fates were kind enough to take her in her sleep, and she didn't suffer. The last days of her life were spent with family, quiet moments with each, saying her I Love You's and sadly, goodbyes. She was a strong, loving woman who never faltered in her loyalty to her family. My cousin Joan tells me Peg was more a mother to her than her own ever was. That is was Peg who, with kindness and understanding, gently nudged her in the right direction when she strayed and got lost.

There you go babies, for someone who always seem to have something to say, words just won't come.

HRG

HTBP

...makes me feel 16 again........

Good rehearsal, when we had the studio to ourselves for a minute, the *crush* was acknowledged as being VERY mutual. It was hot hot hot in there, and I'm not talking music babies. I can promise that Saturday nite's gig will be very hot--come down to the show and watch the sparks fly.

Dilemma: HTBP is a very cute and very nice boy--I think I actually like this guy.......

Help!

HRG

Monday's Musings

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Hope everyone's weekend was fun. HRG spent all day Saturday feeling very sorry for herself. Managed to sleep (instead of eat) the day away which messed up my sleep schedule big time. That said, I was wide awake enough to take tons of time to straighten my hair and ended up having the most spectacular hair day yesterday. Until the rain started to fall, but that's a little later on. Things with MBF (and the acknowledged mutual crush on HTBP) remain as weird as usual. So, let's talk about other stuff.

Thanks to the encouragement of a very cute boy, I managed to drag my sorry ass (and fabulous hair!) out of the house and went for a walk. It's sunny, warm and I feel my spirits rise. Along the way, a somewhat cute boy asks me for directions to the Inner Harbor. Since I'm headed in that direction anway, HRG assumes the role of the very chatty tour guide. Poor guy must've thought I was psychotic, babbling away like an idiot. Thing is, sometimes BC's Best makes me a little too animated. He must've been relieved to make his escape. Not that I blame him. Still, he was a very nice, if only SWCB. From another province, far, far away.

Still I saunter on, breathing in the warm air, basking in the sun, determined to enjoy this day no matter what. And that, babies, is exactly what I did. There was a car show, and even HRG who truly isn't into cars, has to admit that there were some freakin' hot wheels there. Bought another Goddess print, a large Americano , then wandered over to the lawns of the Legislature to listen to That 70s Band. They rock!!! The lead singer is a VERY VERY cute boy. I believe an introduction is in order. Purely professional of course. One vocalist meeting another. Since we play 80s rock, maybe we could co-headline a show one nite. All of it purely professional of course. Ran into someone I've known casually for about 11 years. She's pretty cool, single after a nasty break up and definitely someone to go cougaring with. Since she's a single girl and her first name begins with the letter G, we'll call her SGG. She had a friend with her, also single, and we all hit it off like gangbusters. Friend and I discussed (and mostly cussed) the world of on-line dating. We were rolling with laughter. Yup, no doubt about it, these are two women I could go out and terrorize the town with.

The rain started. A sprinkle here and there at first. At first. By the time we reached the car (friend very thoughtfully offered a ride), the perfect hair day was no more, and it was time to go home. Still, it turned out to be a great and very fun day, filled with laughter, new friends and several very cute boys.

Time to disprove the rumors that HRG lives on heated up canned soup, and eat a meal which she actually (gasp!) made and cooked herself.

Question: I need a new hobby. Any suggestions? I hear belly dancing is a lot of fun.

HRG

Late wishes and stuff

A very public late Happy Birthday to a certain Lipslut I know--a birthday lunch awaits!

Let the kitten (ok, cougar) out of her cage the other nite. Didn't accomplish much except the realization that MBF is very jealous of HTBP. Part of me is secretly pleased, the other part of me could care less. It's the same thing--nothing ever changes. It's all about him and his timeline, the way he thinks things should go, nevermind how I feel.....

I'm feeling pretty lonely and a little cranky. Lucy-kitty's heat cycle has ended. HRG's on the other hand has not........

I need fresh air and adoring cute boys.

HRG

Sometimes I Just Don't Understand

Whether I lived with him for 5 years or not, I still do not understand TBF. Suddenly the endless phone calls, the stalking.....all the things I didn't think he'd ever do have been happening. And between you and me babies, I don't like it one bit. HE broke up with HRG--now he's denying it, saying things like "I didn't know we were broken up, I thought we were just having *problems*". This after he'd told everyone but me that we'd split up. TB is gone (and in foster care as this is being written) and now he thinks we can just go back to where we were? It is my hope that everyone doesn't think I'm as stupid as TBF obviously does.

Oh well, I never said my life wasn't interesting.

And speaking of, it's jam nite. Time to get all tarted up and make cute boys drool. Yes, HTBP is on the top of HRG's "Cute Boys To Tease and Terrorize" list. Waaaayyyyy at the top.

Whaddya think--do we let the sex kitten (ok, cougar) out of her cage?

Meow.........

HRG

And the beat goes on

So you know, maybe the on-line personals thing wasn't such a good idea after all. I mean seriously, do some of these guys even bother to read the profiles? No, I don't want more children, I like tall, employed men UNDER the age of 55. I've been e-mailing/messaging with someone who's not a local. Might as well start this thing with someone who's a safe distance away. Seemed like an ok guy until I sent a pic. His response? "Wow, u r hot. Let's meet". My response? BLOCK If you can't string a sentence together without using *netspeak* then don't bother. That, and why on earth would I want to drive FIVE hours to get what I could get five minutes away? I'll slog on though--after all, statistically speaking, they can't all be losers. Can they? Hey, who knows, maybe there's even a TS out there for HRG.

As always, things with MBF remain weird. Late last nite there's a knock on my door. Odd, since I didn't buzz anyone in. Oooh maybe it's that very cute boy from down the hall finally stopping by to invite me for some of his famous Turkish coffee......

Open the door, and there stands MBF, Strat in hand, headband ala Loverboy in place. He immediately breaks into Hot Girls In Love, at turns strutting around the apartment and then serenading me. It was hilariously funny and heart-warming. I laughed so hard. Scared the crap right out of Lucy-kitty (who is, much like her *Her*, in heat with no hope of getting laid). He hung out for a bit, then I sent him home. He'll either get the message and grab a clue, or he won't. In the meantime, there are so many, many cute boys out there........

And lots and lots of time.

HRG