A wild hair..

Taming that wild hair on my head is almost a full time job! Seriously if it weren't for how I was raised I would imagine myself with a credit card in one hand and a cocktail in the other. Confessions of a Shopaholic makes it look so fun, until Derek Smeeth keeps calling.. Every now and again when that wild hair just can't be tamed, I put a hat on my head or I wear some bright purple zebra striped sweats.. These sweat pants look like they belong on a 50 something midlife crisis type lady. (giggling to myself because it made me think of something else, Ill tell you later) They're cute and wild and I like them. Ok, lets be honest.. I probably really will wear them out and about.

Now about what I wanted to tell you later that made me giggle.. I was up at an event one day a month or so ago and this cute blonde guy was there for one of the companies and he asked me for my #. Later on I was sitting in the company RV when he came in and one of the guys asked for certain kind of wrench and he didn't know what it was and a comment was made that saying he didn't know what that was would never catch him the Puma.. where they meaning I was a Puma??? I mean, I know I turned 30 and all. At least they didn't say Cougar! Although that blond hottie looked 19, he was actually 22.. wow, I got hit on by a 22 year old.

I've been divorced a little over 3 years now and why is it that every girl I know that got divorced after I did is either married already or getting married? I've got myself a problem I believe… I can't possibly imagine myself ever feeling in love enough or safe enough with someone to actually get married again. How do they know and trust enough to dive back in? I'd like to know.