I was a little salty in my last post. I apologize for the rant, but I had somethings to unload. Consider my load dropped. ;)
Now, onto something more positive and exciting - I'm buying a house!
I know, some of you who know me are shaking your head going, "what the WHA!?" Here's the deal; I had a V8 moment last month while I was sitting around, thinking about my life. It just hit me that it was time. I am tired of living in someone else's home.
I've never really wanted to own my own home. I thought it would probably be too expensive and I didn't want to mess with the upkeep. I was also holding onto the (now pretty slim) possibility that I'd meet the next "Mr. Spiffy."
I'd daydream about him professing his eternal love to me... We'd decide that we couldn't spend any nights away from each other, so we'd buy a house and in this house we'd have lots of awesome sex! (RECORD SCRATCH) But then I woke up.
I realized that I'm tired of waiting around for life and love to HAPPEN to me. I need to MAKE it happen. I know ... so philosophical, Spiffy, but I really do hold myself back from happiness at times and I'm not sure why. I'm trying really hard to fix this character flaw!
I started thinking about how much I don't like being told what I can and can't put in my garbage disposal, how many dogs or what breed dog I can own, whether or not I can nail anything into my walls, or worrying about making too much "noise." (wink, wink)
So, about a month ago I thought I'd put it out to the universe that it was time for me to be a SOLO homeowner. I reached out to a girl friend of mine who had recently posted on Facebook that she's now a real estate agent. I've known Annie since middle school, but I never really "knew" her.
I am so happy that I had my epiphany and so happy that I reached out to Annie! She isn't only my real estate agent; I really do consider her my friend. She's SO positive and within the first week of looking, helped me find my PERFECT little forever home!
Everything has moved really fast, but really smoothly. I'm a big believer in things that are "meant to be," and feel that this process has moved as smoothly as it has because it's the right path; it's the path I'm supposed to be taking.
So, barring an apocalypse, by the end of January I will be moved into my NEW HOME! It's been renovated and is seriously move-in ready. I'll have to put up a fence in the Spring, but that's about it.
So, there it is. The first non-surly Spiffy blog post. Never fear ... I'm sure I'll have something to snark about soon, so keep on checking back. ;)
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Truth be told ...
If I'm anything, I'm honest. Sometimes to a fault. I don't believe in telling people lies to make them feel better or to avoid an uncomfortable situation. Lies NEVER make you feel better and uncomfortable situations pass as quickly as they came along.
I've come to realize that there are two kinds of people in this world: those who would rather lie to you or avoid uncomfortable situations by just ignoring you, and those who can step up and tell it like it is.
I've got several examples, but let me start with one that is so outrageous, I still can't wrap my mind around it. I dated a guy a couple of years ago and if you'll recall, I wrote about the number he did on my head and my heart. Well, over the years I've let go of the hurt and anger I felt toward him and tried to remember that he's a human being who just handles things (much) differently than I would.
Every once in a while I'll get a Facebook message from him wanting to apologize and weasel his way back into my life. Up until recently, I've kept him blocked (literally) and thwarted his efforts.
In July, when my Baby Z passed away (my dog ... not my actual baby), he apparently FB stalked me and saw my post because he reached out and sent his condolences. I accepted and we started talking. I shook the ice off my shoulders and gave him a chance to be my friend again over the next couple of months, but, once again, he proved that he just can't be honest about anything. His M.O. was always to make plans then just leave me hanging with no apology or explanation. The straw that broke the Spiffy's back was when he asked me to go out on a Friday, then never followed up. He just let me sit around and wait to find out we were doing and then blew me off.
Guys (and girls) let me tell you; there's a better way to handle a situation like this. Just tell the person that you changed your mind or that something came up. Or, better yet, don't ask them out if you don't plan on following through. It's pretty simple. There wouldn't have been an argument or any hard feelings if he'd said he changed his mind and been honest about his intentions, but instead, he treated me like my time and my feelings meant nothing. Fuck off for good. Douche.
I'll also never understand why someone chooses to not respond to a direct question - literally never respond - vs. just telling the truth. For example, I was texting back and forth with a friend of mine, and about the 3rd or 4th text I decided to ask him if he wanted to go to a concert with me. I have an extra ticket and was looking for someone cool to go with me. No strings, just two adults enjoying some kick ass music. If we happened to have ended up horizontal sometime in the evening, well, so be it... ;)
Instead of telling me no, he wasn't interested, he literally said nothing. No response. At. All. Is it that hard to tell a girl no, guys? It's a small word. It's not necessarily a hurtful word; it's an honest word. In fact, it's much more hurtful to just ignore a person completely. Be human.
That goes for girlfriends, too. Don't be a dick and not respond when a friend reaches out to you. I don't care how busy you are or how tired you are or blah, blah, blah. Be a friend. Keep in touch. Text message or call or send a carrier pigeon. Whatever.
Sorry, I'm feeling a little salty today. Someone flipped on the bitch switch, huh?? Like I said ... honest to a fault.
Alright, that's enough of that. I'll leave on a positive note and ask for all of your positive thoughts - I've decided to buy a house! I've gotten my pre-approval and I'm going to start looking next week. I'm pretty excited about it, but I'm keeping a level head and open mind. I'm not going to get my heart hurt if I can't find what I'm looking for, but I REALLY hope I do! I'll write more about this adventure next time.
I've come to realize that there are two kinds of people in this world: those who would rather lie to you or avoid uncomfortable situations by just ignoring you, and those who can step up and tell it like it is.
I've got several examples, but let me start with one that is so outrageous, I still can't wrap my mind around it. I dated a guy a couple of years ago and if you'll recall, I wrote about the number he did on my head and my heart. Well, over the years I've let go of the hurt and anger I felt toward him and tried to remember that he's a human being who just handles things (much) differently than I would.
Every once in a while I'll get a Facebook message from him wanting to apologize and weasel his way back into my life. Up until recently, I've kept him blocked (literally) and thwarted his efforts.
In July, when my Baby Z passed away (my dog ... not my actual baby), he apparently FB stalked me and saw my post because he reached out and sent his condolences. I accepted and we started talking. I shook the ice off my shoulders and gave him a chance to be my friend again over the next couple of months, but, once again, he proved that he just can't be honest about anything. His M.O. was always to make plans then just leave me hanging with no apology or explanation. The straw that broke the Spiffy's back was when he asked me to go out on a Friday, then never followed up. He just let me sit around and wait to find out we were doing and then blew me off.
Guys (and girls) let me tell you; there's a better way to handle a situation like this. Just tell the person that you changed your mind or that something came up. Or, better yet, don't ask them out if you don't plan on following through. It's pretty simple. There wouldn't have been an argument or any hard feelings if he'd said he changed his mind and been honest about his intentions, but instead, he treated me like my time and my feelings meant nothing. Fuck off for good. Douche.
I'll also never understand why someone chooses to not respond to a direct question - literally never respond - vs. just telling the truth. For example, I was texting back and forth with a friend of mine, and about the 3rd or 4th text I decided to ask him if he wanted to go to a concert with me. I have an extra ticket and was looking for someone cool to go with me. No strings, just two adults enjoying some kick ass music. If we happened to have ended up horizontal sometime in the evening, well, so be it... ;)
Instead of telling me no, he wasn't interested, he literally said nothing. No response. At. All. Is it that hard to tell a girl no, guys? It's a small word. It's not necessarily a hurtful word; it's an honest word. In fact, it's much more hurtful to just ignore a person completely. Be human.
That goes for girlfriends, too. Don't be a dick and not respond when a friend reaches out to you. I don't care how busy you are or how tired you are or blah, blah, blah. Be a friend. Keep in touch. Text message or call or send a carrier pigeon. Whatever.
Sorry, I'm feeling a little salty today. Someone flipped on the bitch switch, huh?? Like I said ... honest to a fault.
Alright, that's enough of that. I'll leave on a positive note and ask for all of your positive thoughts - I've decided to buy a house! I've gotten my pre-approval and I'm going to start looking next week. I'm pretty excited about it, but I'm keeping a level head and open mind. I'm not going to get my heart hurt if I can't find what I'm looking for, but I REALLY hope I do! I'll write more about this adventure next time.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Awkward ...
There are many situations that could be deemed awkward. Like walking around the Wyandotte County courthouse wearing Santa boots. Or, receiving a text message from your ex "lover" that he obviously meant to send to his new whore. And, how about being asked out for drinks by a hot guy, only to find out he's got a serious girlfriend? Yep. All awkward, and all happened to me ...
The Santa boots thing - not a huge deal. I got a few curious glances, but let's face it; even with the boots, I was still better dressed than99% 100% of the people waiting in line 5 HOURS to renew their tags. Thankfully, my purpose for gracing the halls was business related, so I was in and out with a nod and a wink!
The text message thing was really more of a pisser than it was awkward. It was apparently awkward for him, though, because I haven't heard from him since (prick), but whatever. He was sending the same texts to her that he'd sent to me a month earlier, so that says a lot about his game, huh? At least I held onto that dick pic ... (it was impressive ... I couldn't delete it. Don't judge.)
Drinks with the hot guy - I'll be honest, I had a feeling he had a girlfriend, but I wasn't sure. It was quickly confirmed when he told me he'd been looking at houses in Mission Hills with her earlier in the day. Plus, he spent most of the time asking me business-related questions instead of staring deep into my cleavage. I'd say that's pretty serious.
Oh well. Until the next awkward encounter, stay smooth like Skippy!
The Santa boots thing - not a huge deal. I got a few curious glances, but let's face it; even with the boots, I was still better dressed than
The text message thing was really more of a pisser than it was awkward. It was apparently awkward for him, though, because I haven't heard from him since (prick), but whatever. He was sending the same texts to her that he'd sent to me a month earlier, so that says a lot about his game, huh? At least I held onto that dick pic ... (it was impressive ... I couldn't delete it. Don't judge.)
Drinks with the hot guy - I'll be honest, I had a feeling he had a girlfriend, but I wasn't sure. It was quickly confirmed when he told me he'd been looking at houses in Mission Hills with her earlier in the day. Plus, he spent most of the time asking me business-related questions instead of staring deep into my cleavage. I'd say that's pretty serious.
Oh well. Until the next awkward encounter, stay smooth like Skippy!
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