Boy, am I good!

I'm done. I'm finished. What am I going to do now?

"The dishes are done, man" as one Keith Coogan once said. But really, the kitchen is done. I completely finished. Well, I finished all that i could do. The results, wow.... so much nicer. I'm good. It was really hard work, but soooo worth it. And one the floor is put in the kitchen will be so bright and you'll want to sitt there all the time.

So that's what's been going on. Oh besides Stalker 2. Yes, I said stalker 2. Not Stalker 1. Cause Stalker 1 has disappered, I think. Let me explain. I decided to go out with a guy that my friend is setting me up with. Found out that he's a nice guy, friend told me he was a gentelman. Well, I said yes and he started to call. Tell me if this is weird. We talked last Wednesday. We talked for a good 20 min. I let him know that I was out of town and wouldn't be abel to get together with him until i got back. Fine, he understood that. We agreed to talk in about a week. Well the next day he called twice. He left me a message that he switched phones and gave me his new phone # and said we would talk next week. Fine, that was nice cause if I had an emergency within that week, then I would have his number. Then, Friday came and he called me 2 more times. Just wanted to wish me a good shabbos. "We'll talk like we said next week." Ok, so he realized that he called before the week but he wanted to say good shabbos. Fine, nice. Then Sunday came along. And that was my family day and i didn't even have my phone. He called me 6 times. The first one was at 8:50 in the morning. Left me a message once. Now, last time a checked, sunday isn't a week from wed. So he called me again this morning at 8:50. I finally got annoyed enought at I called him back. Thank goodness I got his message machine and I left a message apologising that I havn't called back earlier. Whatever. He has called me twice since and i ahvn't been able to talk. Now I know this is long, but I wanted to get the point across. why do I get the weirdos. I want to impliment a no weirdo rule. From now one, I will not date any weirdos. I'm putting my foot down now. It won't happen again.

KCK

I love it here. There are wide open spaces, trees, green grass. I got to see my nephews. They are just the cutest. Especially when i get called Auntie. I love it. One is nine months and has spickey hair, the other is 2 and into trains. "Choo Choo...........Train." That's how he says it, with the break and everything.

I'm here doing lots of different things. My mom always has projects for me when I come home. This time, my mom wants to redo the kitchen, so I'm stripping the wallpaper, painting the walls, and picking out new flooring. It'll be fun. Lots of work but keeps me busy. Maybe pictures to come!!!

Going to KC

I'm going to KC tomorrow. I'm excited. My nephew called me up(well actually my bro called for him) and he asked me to come to his birthday party. Well, how can anyone turn that down. Plus I hear there might be a train there. When I heard him say my name for the first time, I was melting. I haven't been able to see him grow up. So I decided to make a trip out of it. Don't ask me what I'm going to be doing there. I have no clue. Maybe catch up on some reading, museum hoping, shopping.... Do all there is to do in KC. I love it there. See friends I haven't seen in a while. It'll be fun. I'll let you know how it goes.

It happened

So I played, It was ok. When I was on the field, I think I touched the ball maybe twice, so I couldn't do anything to wrong. When i batted, I got an RBI and an out. So not to good. But that was the first time I had touched a bat since 7 years ago. Maybe if my gimp friend would have taken me to batting practice with her then it would have been a different story. Oh well. It's over, it was hot as anything, and it's over.

Ok enough of that, i want to talk about someting else. I want to admit something. I am on the website, sawyouatsinai.com. This is not something I tell just anyone. It's not that it's a bad thing cause it's not. i'm just very sensitive about my single status. Anyway, i just want to complain about one thing on the site. Well, maybe it's a couple of things put together. WHY DO I KEEP GETTING THE SAME GUYS? I have gotten the same guys over and over again. You would think that the shadchanim would check to see who you have gotten. If I've said no to a guy, I have said no to a guy. Or you would think the guy would get it the first time. It kinda makes me feel bad for the guy and the shadchan. But I still will not date them. I don't consider myself a picky girl. So when i say no to a guy it's for a specific reason. Like, maybe he doesn't keep kosher, or maybe he doesn't want a girl to cover her hair. I feel that those are big issues. Maybe my shadchanim don't feel this way, but I do. I posted in my profile what i felt was important and if they aren't reading it than i am just going to keep saying no to the same two guys that i keep getting. Man, dating is tough.

how late is too late

So, how late is too late? I'm playing softball tonight for my first time since high school. I havn't touched my glove since then. High school was about 7 years ago.
The story. I played competetive softball since the begining of my time. I don't have a memory that doesn't have softball in it. I had a few offers from colleges to play for them, but I had other plans. I chose to go the religious route. I turned down my scholarships to go for a year to Israel. This was a choice that had been weighing me down. A really hard choice to make. How could i give up something that has been part of my life for so long? But I guess I realized that my religion had been apart of me longer and went with that choice. So, when i made that decision I put down my bat and I put down my catchers mitt and said that was all the softball I would play.
My friend broke her foot. She somehow stepped on it wrong and it went all out of wack. She is now a gimp. The one thing she asked of me was to take over for her in her softball leaugue. I had to say yes to one upcoming game cause she forced me. But I felt had moved on from softball when I became religious. Is it weird for me to be scared? Is it going to be weird for me that I won't be able to hit a ball? Is it going to be weird that I'm going to be the only one in a skirt? Softball was my past, but I guess i'm bringing it into my present.
Wish me luck!

The begining

This is the begining of my blog. I'm not sure exactly what will go inside of it, but I'm sure it will be full of bad dates, happenings, and family. If it's not, I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'm not the best writer, I can't spell, and grammer is beyond me. My roommate says I have constant thoughts and I want to express them all at once, even if they don't pertain to each other. So you will just have to grin and bare any mistakes which may occure. I thank you for being patient and reading what may turn out to be the stupidest posts ever.