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  • Tuesday, May 13, 2008
    Traveling Companions
    The Princess Mom is a dandy traveling companion. Here she is, in all her sartorial splendor:





    Yes, the hat actually came off at night. (And look, Christine! She's wearing these!)

    Smokin' hot, no?

      posted at 3:43 PM
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    Sunday, May 04, 2008
    Smooth Sailing
    The tickets are booked. The Princess Mom and I are flying back from Charleston, SC instead of parking our carcasses (because you do feel like dead meat after a few hours) in another motor coach for the 13+ hour trek back to Sarasota. We've emailed the travel agent the happy news. (God, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes the next time he hears from TPM. It ain't going to be pretty.)

    You have no idea what a relief this is.

    As an added bonus, because of the only available flight timing we'll actually be able to ditch our luggage and take a tour of Charleston, rather than just passing through. Given the bits we saw of it on our way to the ship, that's really going to be a treat.


    The ride from the motel to Charleston was the very best part of the whole uncomfortable journey. Low Country is breathtaking. If my ass was aching, at least my eyes were feasting and happy. (And I'm going to have to find my way to blogmeets in both Charleston and Savannah. Both stunningly beautiful cities, both of which I want to spend a LOT more time exploring.)


    After another round of Chinese firedrills and how many clowns can you fit into one of those tiny trick circus car routines, we were finally able to board our ship. It's a lot smaller than ones I've been on in the past, but it's also a brightly-polished gem. The food has been great so far -- a far cry from our last experience with Princess. There appear to be at least 5 cruise staff members per guest, and the scheduled events are pretty interesting.

    It's an at sea day today, so we're mostly being slugs -- eating, reading and napping. This is what vacation is supposed to be all about -- truly relaxing. Ahhhhhhhhhh............

      posted at 12:50 PM
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    Saturday, May 03, 2008
    Huzzah!
    The Princess Mom woke up this morning, looked me dead in the eye, and said, "We're NOT taking the motor coach back."

    Sometimes it pays to be the child of "royalty."

      posted at 6:43 AM
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    Friday, May 02, 2008
    Hello, Dispatch???
    The Omnibus Driver makes for a very cranky passenger, especially when Dipsy Doodle Motor Coach Driver #1 brings along Chirpy Cathy wife for the first leg of the journey from Sarasota, FL to Savannah, GA... and the journey begins at 5:15 a.m.

    At best, your humble Omnibus Driver is not a morning person. At worst, I make the Incredible Hulk look like an amiable chap in the a.m.

    Throw in Chirpy Cathy, who repeatedly played with pagers, cell phones, GPS devices, coffee cups, V-8 cans and rattled through a clipboard full of papers right in my ear and DDMCD#1 who chose to simultaneously eat an Egg McMuffin, slurp from a large coffee and repeatedly turn around to consult the GPS and consult/argue with CC about directions while on the road, and it's truly a wonder there was no reporting of road rage... or anyone thrown under the bus from inside the vehicle.

    Let us just say that The Princess Mom and I shared mutual thought bubbles today, mostly pondering murder and mayhem. It's true. We are melding into one person, one thought process. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

    Legendary Journeys has a lot to answer for. They'll only be legendary on this journey for the length of the ride (10 plus hours for TPM and I, and 12 plus hours for those poor saps that got picked up first in Naples), the ineptitude of the drivers, neither of whom had a clue in hell where they were going or how to get there in the most expeditious fashion, and the unbelievably awful dining options (McD's for breakfast, a really bad truck stop for lunch, and a shopping mall food court for dinner).

    Motor Coach Driver #2 finally got us to Savannah (after many cell phone calls to more experienced driver to figure out where the hell we were and where he needed to be), we were supposed to have a tour of the city. Our behinds were so numb that we were actually looking forward to crawling out of the motor coach and onto a nice, hard trolley bench for a change of pace. No such luck. We picked up a tour guide who took us around town in the MC for another hourand a half, then they dropped us down by the waterfront for an hour of tootling around on foot.

    Then back on the $#@%^%^&* MC for a trip to the hotel, which is 20 miles outside of downtown Savannah... and has no restaurant on the premises. Suggested dining? See shopping mall above.

    Let's just say that today was so bad that before I started this post The Princess Mom had me checking into options to fly back to Sarasota next Saturday. Cost, unfortunately, is prohibitive.

    The cruise had better be good, or the poor sap at the travel agency that recommended it to the Princess Mom may not live to tell the tale.

    Sigh.

    Gotta go night-night. The motor coach pulls out tomorrow at 7:45 a.m. bound for Charleston, SC and our ship.

    I need a hot tub. And a valium. And a hand gun would be nice. (Just kidding.) (I think.)

    In any case, great minds think alike. No more million mile motor coach trips for TPM or I, ever. We pinky-swore on it.

      posted at 7:22 PM
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    Thursday, May 01, 2008
    Drive-Bys
    Erica started it and Zonker followed suit. How could I resist such a challenge?



    A loo rent to you, too.
    _____

    Chantix has some interesting side effects: sleep disturbance (trouble sleeping, or vivid, unusual, or strange dreams)

    This little post ought to be very helpful in that regard.

    (Thanks a lot, Julie. Really. You outdid yourself.)
    _____

    Somebody needs to find their sense of humor here. Anything that induces people to come to a full stop at a stop sign is a good thing, right?
    _____

    See you later!

      posted at 10:24 AM
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    Wednesday, April 30, 2008
    Drive-Bys
    I saw this Mary Mitchell op ed in the Sun Times this morning, and just about lost my breakfast on the spot.

    We all know how I feel about the whole racist blame game, right? But since I'm anxiety-ridden and/or a bigot (we're No. 1), I figured I'd punt the link over to someone who is not either to address Ms. Mitchell's screed.

    Behold.

    Baldilocks rocks.

    (P.S. -- You notice that I avoided approaching a black person about this subject because it makes me so uncomfortable I just want to sneak out of the room and grab a cocktail, right?)
    _____

    On a lighter note:




    You Are a Strawberry Blonde




    Men see you as flirtatious, but they also see you as a challenge


    Because you're totally fearless and carefree

    You've got the lightheartedness of a blonde, with the attitude of a redhead

    How Blonde Are You?


    Blame Richmond.
    _____

    To further stir the pot, I agree completely with this policy. It's about damned time.
    _____

    Jeebus! They spotted another one. This is getting spooky!
    _____

    I've been missing The Divine Miss Marilyn something fierce, so when I spotted this little quiz over at Dragonheart and Merlin's joint, I figured I'd play it in her memory:

    Yep. My sweet girl certainly was a diva.
    _____

    Posting will be light to nonexistent from now through the 11th, as I'm off tomorrow afternoon for a cruise to celebrate the Princess Mom's birthday.

    That is, of course, unless anyone out there wants the keys to the bus?

    Shoot me an email at omnibus dot driver at gmail dot com if you're interested.

      posted at 6:01 PM
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    Tuesday, April 29, 2008
    The Wheels On The Bus...
    ... go 'round an 'round. Just like the debate about dating relationships.

    Funny how Dr. Helen's post asking about the weirdest date her readers have ever had, which started out as a light-hearted query, has turned into a war on single women in her comments section. Rather than fan the flames over in her comments, I thought I'd post my thoughts back here in my own back yard.

    I dropped my own experience, circa 1991, into her comments here.

    I will admit to having written and meant the following:
    And then.... there was "The Consultant."

    We must have had a decent telephone conversation. I don't remember much, except that he mentioned that he lived in Lakepoint Towers. Yes, indeedy -- the very place Oprah calls home. Lakepoint Towers! Well. That meant he was living in a swanky joint that couldn't possibly come cheap. He must be pretty successful if he could swing that kind of monthly rent or mortgage. Alrighty, then! Down to business. I agreed to meet him at his apartment, and we would go on to dinner from there.

    (Yes, yes, yes. Go ahead and shake your head. I deserve it.)
    And then the castigation began for being impressed by the fact that a potential date might be successful and live in a nice building:
    I noticed the thing that stuck out in Omnibus Driver's initial description of the guy: Not anything in the uneventful phone conversation, but the fact that he lived in the same building as Oprah and he must have some bucks.

    All he had to be was "normal" with the money. I hope you got at least a little money out of him.

    American women. Gotta love 'em. Or not.
    Please also note that this guy completely missed this part of my post:
    Then the interrogation began -- family, job history, relationship history, religious preference, likes, dislikes, pets. He fired off question after question like a drill sergeant.
    So it's okay for the guy to ask questions about employment history, but it's not okay for the woman to do the same.

    This is why I hate dating and have pretty much given up on it completely.

    There's always at least one guy in every crowd that thinks that the only thing a woman could possibly be interested in knowing about him is the size of his wallet and the prestige of his chosen career. Oooooh, baby, are they defensive about that. And he's usually the one who sits down next to me.

    Call me crazy, but what's wrong with wanting to spend time with someone who is fulfilled by his work and doesn't have to scrounge for every penny?

    Most of the time I'm happy with my work, proud of it, and I take care of myself financially pretty darned well.

    I've worked in real estate management, as a legal secretary, in public relations, running an in-house secretarial service, as a resume consultant, as an executive assistant in several international consulting firms, and at one time was secretary to an international officer selection committee with final say-so on which candidates were passed forward and which ones weren't.

    I've always worked for and with very intelligent, intellectually challenging people. One reason for that is that I'm pretty darned intelligent myself. (Note -- We all make occasional mistakes; hence, the weirdest date on record, where I broke my own rule about meeting at a neutral place. And I learned from it, too.)

    Given all that, why wouldn't I want to meet someone who'll see me as an intellectual and professional equal, and someone who'll provide a ton of interesting conversation?

    But let me back up a bit. Let me define successful -- which, to me, is someone who has mastery in his or her area of expertise, knows his or her own worth, and doesn't fall apart completely at the first sign of a pothole in the pavement of his or her professional or personal life.

    I've dated lawyers, architects, bartenders, musicians, carpenters, consultants (corporate and self-employed), traders, salesmen and my ex-husband was a military policeman.

    What made each one of these guys special was that when I met each and every one of them they appeared confident in themselves and respected by others in both their business and personal circles. All but the last have been through some kind of failure or other (marriages, dating relationships, financial problems, deaths in the family, loss of employment, etc.) and found a way to pick themselves up, dust themselves off and start again -- sometimes from scratch, sometimes taking the lesson and going back to the point of failure to fix it, if possible.

    I admire resilience. When you've been knocked on your keister more than once and had no one to depend on but yourself to fix whatever landed you there (and I certainly have), you really do appreciate that quality in others.

    I also admire people who are truthful.

    The "Consultant"? He lied through his teeth when we talked, or I never would have agreed to meet him in the first place.

    The guy who told me he was a chef? He turned out to work for a hot dog stand. That was a first and last date, too. Not because I'm a snob -- I love a good Chicago-style dog -- but because he was a liar.

    I admire people who are generous.

    One guy I met (and dated several times after) was delightfully honest and admitted that he'd really like to take me to a nicer restaurant than his budget would normally allow, and would I be turned off if he used an Entertainment Book coupon so he could do so? How flattering was that?

    On the other hand, I met another guy who, on our first meeting, yanked out an Entertainment Book and asked if I wanted Greek, Thai or Chinese, because he never wasted money on a first date until he found out whether the chick was worth it or not. That told me volumes about the guy and the "date" ended right then and there.

    I believe that if you ask me out, you pay. If I ask you out, I pay. No matter which is the case, you try to pick something the other person would enjoy, and do so freely. With many guys, no matter what happens, I lose here. Either I'm a gold-digging user who's cleaning out his wallet or a ball-busting bluestocking who's robbing him of his masculinity.

    In practice, I'm all for first dates that are Dutch treat. That way either party can walk away with no hard feelings, and nobody but themselves to blame for how much the date cost. Easy-peasy.

    I'm really, really tired of guys who think that the only thing I (or any other woman) could possibly be interested in was his paycheck.

    First of all, that speaks volumes about his own insecurities.

    Second of all, for the last two years of my marriage, I carried us both financially, working three jobs at a time to do it. My now ex-husband couldn't or wouldn't (equal parts) help me. I finally got out of that marriage when I realized that if I didn't save myself, then both of us were going to go down financially. Sorry. I didn't and couldn't take that dive.

    Is it wrong to want someone who might be able to catch me if I stumble, at least long enough to dust myself off and get myself back on a good path? Not if I'm willing to return the favor, which I've already demonstrated I am.

    Another thing I've had to take a hard look at is some of the lousy choices I've made in picking a decent guy to date in the past. I also measure up the good choices I've made. I've certainly tried to take the lessons to both as they come and apply them going forward. BUT that doesn't mean I hold every eligible man I meet responsible for the attitudes and actions of the ones like The Consultant or my ex-husband. I resent when it happens to me, and I refuse to do it to anyone else.

    The best kind of relationships, in my book, are not the kind where you live on a rosy pink cloud in perfect bliss, but the kind where sometimes you do the leaning, and sometimes you are leaned on and most of the time you're pulling in harness in the same direction.

    So what am I looking for in the end? Someone who is confident in himself and his abilities. Someone who shares many of the same values I do. Someone who gives freely and receives freely in return. Someone who defends me when I need it, cheers me on when I defend myself and with whom I never need to be defensive and vice versa. Someone who listens actively, acts thoughtfully and can agree to disagree from time to time. Someone who doesn't shrink from a fight, but who also fights fair. Someone who knows when to put a fight aside, and who relishes making up when it's done. Someone who knows how to cherish and to be cherished in return.

    Not much, really. But it's surprisingly difficult to find.
    _____

    Update: Yikes. I got referrals today from this guy. Go see where that leads you. I've got a talent for this, I'm telling you.

      posted at 2:29 PM
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    Drive-Bys
    Snagged in equal parts from Denny and Bou:







    What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
    created with QuizFarm.com
    You scored as English

    You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!


    English



    100%

    Journalism



    100%

    Art



    92%

    Sociology



    83%

    Linguistics



    83%

    Dance



    75%

    Philosophy



    75%

    Theater



    75%

    Psychology



    67%

    Anthropology



    67%

    Mathematics



    58%

    Engineering



    33%

    Biology



    17%

    Chemistry



    0%

    Yup. I was a lit major. I'm working on a novel and I blog. Go figure.
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    This gives new meaning to these old hymn lyrics:
    All nature sings and 'round me rings
    The music of the spheres.
    Gorgeous.

    (A tip of the cap to Beth.)
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    This could be good, good news for the State of Illinois. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
    _____

    Spitzer had nothing on this guy. Kinky.

      posted at 12:56 PM
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