All The Single Ladies!

After less than a week trying to date I threw in the towel again after the Cop.  What does this say about my endurance?  Pah!

But really, what is wrong with men these days?  They boast on their profiles about how much they love to camp, watch sports and are looking for a "drama-free" woman to share their lives with.  Didn't they stop to think that any woman would be much more drama-free if she wasn't bitching at him about how much money he spent on yet another camp stove thingy or if he paid attention to her during dinner instead of watching the game, texting about the game, Facebooking about the game, and checking his fantasy football/golf/baseball/hockey/soccer/basketball league?  It doesn't take a rocket scientist...

At work I haven't been working all that much as I have been organizing an all girls outing to the Dirty Girl Mud Run in support of the Breast Cancer Research Institute.  I hate my job, so this makes going to work more fun.  Well, tolerable anyway.  I have raised over $350 to help girl's get money to go, and it will be entertaining to see all of us computer lazy gals get dirty.  I'm already planning the next 5k!  Me, who hates exercise and prefers beer.. (well they have a beer garden for after, I do my research.)

This got me thinking while talking to Anastasia.  What more could I do while working at this lame company?  It came to me via Beyonce.  Before long, I was making silent plans to start a Single Ladies Club.  Not so we could all get together, go out and meet males, but so we could get together, go out and maybe discover what the hell we're all doing wrong.  And it would be fun. And it would help me get out of the house more often.  AND if I can get back into the swing of marketing and small talk I can get the hell out of my current job!  Now put your hands up! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

The power of feeling good about being me is what I need.  If there is no Mr. Right out there, I at least want to have a good time for the next 30 some odd years of my life.  I want to make friends, find a job I love (at minimum don't dream will burst in to flame so I don't have to go in), and make some dough to travel with.  Maybe I'll move to Georgia with Ange if she gets the regional position there.  Maybe I'll move to Oregon.  Maybe I will never move, but finally find happiness.  I'm told here are all different kinds so it is probably time to start experimenting!

"I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips
Got me tighter in my Dereon jeans
Acting up, drink in my cup
I can care less what you think
I need no permission, did I mention
Don't pay him any attention
'Cause you had your turn, and now you gonna learn
What it really feels like to miss me
'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it
If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Don't be mad once you see that he want it
'Cause if you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

Yes, I sang and typed.  The dogs were very amused.