Relaxation at its finest

I love doing nothing. I swear I do. I've read and cooked and visited with family.

I haven't worked. I even said "no" to extra hours at the receptionist desk.

I haven't made plans to go see FutureHusbandGuy in his city.

I've done noting but be a bum, laying around and just doing nothing.

And I adore it!

Now, I must admit that tomorrow I do have official plans with XRayGirl to see a movie, go out for dinner, and to get pedicures. And I should probably do a load or two of laundry before I got out of town for my conference next week. But, as Scarlett O'Hara says, tomorrow at Tara because today my focus is to continue to be a bum.

Maggie the Layabout

The hunt for the perfect shoes

I think it's safe to say it's an obsession when I have people state wide hunting for a specific pair of shoes, and then taking that request to the Internet to have people world wide hunt for said shoes!

There are 2 girls at school who have these adorable shoes:


I AM IN LOVE WITH THESE SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried on student's shoes on and figured out what size I need- a 9. I also found out the name of the stores where the girls bought them: one got hers at Marshall's and the other at Pamida. I obviously photographed the shoes. We wrote down the name brand: Rock & Candy. Then the search began.

I don't have either of these stores near me but the Future Husband Guy(maybe) has 3 Marshall's in a 20 minute drive of his house. Armed with the picture he went to the first one. They were out of the shoes altogether. He went to the second one and he found the blue version. The sales clerk said they were out of the pink and the clerk called the 3rd store and they too were out. (The clerks thought it was adorable that he had a picture of the shoes and was willing to go store to store to find them for me! And a woman in line behind him wanted to see the picture and pronounced the shoes "adorable!" And said he was "adorable" for hunting for me!) The clerk said they're supposed to get another shipment next month. Boo!

While he's running around the City hunting, I'm Internet searching, to no avail. I can't even find a picture of the shoes in this colour scheme! I did find more stores that carry the name brand and style, though. I told him that so tomorrow he's going to PacSun, Journey and Macy's to see what he can find. I love love love him for doing this!

And I really hope he finds the shoes.

And if anyone out there happens across a pair... well, I'd be eternally grateful!

Mags

Simple, easy, quiet, low-key- what I want out of a marriage

I think we all go through different stages in our lives and want different things and right now I want to either be completely alone or I want a boyfriend husband who will agree with comply to my demands OCDs.

And I want to point out to everyone, including Daddy-O (especially Daddy-O), that I'm not talking to or about Daddy-O. He has nothing to do with this. NOT dad!!!!!! Now...

When I get married again (okay, if I get married again though after this many years the odds aren't good but...) I think the poor man is going to think I'm nuts. But I am so sick of cleaning up after... well, Mac. I love him and he is getting better. He really is but I'm just tired. I think this is why at age 18 years the kids are adults because we, as parents, are tired of cleaning up after them. Age 18 is the limit and I've hit it.

I also think part of my issue is that I've made all the decisions for Mac and me all alone, for the last 16 years. Until moving in with Daddy-O I had to do every single thing myself from cooking, cleaning, errands, phone calls, arrangements for anything, and make all the decisions. I am so tired of doing that.

And it's more than just that. If I buy food, I want it to be there when I go to eat it. I'm so sick of getting in the cupboard or freezer and stuff is gone or I take out the container and it's empty or almost so empty there's not hardly anything left (really, why put the box of crackers back with 3 crackers in it??? Seriously.) I don't want to have to cook a meal if I don't feel like it. If I want popcorn for dinner, I'll eat that. If I want summer sausage, cheese, bread and wine for dinner, I'll have that. If I don't want to eat, then I won't. If I get married, he is going to just have to understand and accept this. I do like to cook but I'm sick of it. And Future Husband Guy better have a wide range of tastes in foods because I'm tired of fixing the same stuff all the time. I cook to cater to Mac most of the time and I want different foods.Future Husband Guy should know his way around a kitchen and realize that if he wants something and I don't, then he can go have it.

I'm a person who keeps stuff. I'm not ready for the show hoarders nor could I even be called a pack-rat, I don't think, but I do keep things. But when Future Husband Guy and I get together there is going to be no clutter. Everything will have a place in a drawer, cupboard, closet, basket, or even in a Rubbermaid container stacked. If something won't fit in those places, then I'm throwing it out. I will not stack shit around. His stuff too. DOWN WITH CLUTTER!

I don't want to hear rap music ever again in my house.

I want things left where I put them! I don't want to hunt for the remote control or a magazine.

I hate cords and they will NOT be strung around my house.

If I'm going to have a full time job and Future Husband Guy has a full time job, I am not going to be a full time wife, either. He can help with the cleaning, cooking, laundry, shopping, paying bills, chores and all that other shit. I will not do it alone any more.

Seriously I dream of having someone come and clean my apartment once a week, when I'm living on my own with Future Husband Guy. I'd keep my weekend receptionist job to pay for that alone. I am NOT kidding! There would never be dust or cobwebs. There would always be clean sheets! I wouldn't have to touch the vacuum cleaner!

I will compromise and communicate but let me clear up front, I'm going to be fanatical about this stuff and I will live alone if I have to because this is the stuff I'm not willing to bend on. And no, I don't need medication.

Maybe I'm just a little stressed....
Maggie