So I have a problem...

I got an email from one of the girls at my work saying she is starting a book club with some other girls at my work and some of the wives of the guys at my work. I really like all these people, and I love reading, but I have desire to sit around and talk about a book with them. How do I get out of this? Do I just not respond to the email or do I say I'm not really interested? I'm not in the office so I don't have to deal with it for a few days but they are eventually gonna ask me about it and I have no idea what to do.

A little glimpse into my life.

I have been making an effort to get a little more exercise and both for my sake and for the mental and physical health of my dog, I've been going on little hikes to replace our morning walks at least one day during the weekend. Here's a few pictures of our hike last weekend..(that you know, I forgot to post last weekend...).

My dog, probably thinking to herself "Mom, what the F are we doing? We are supposed to be walking...NOT driving!"

However, her thoughts were soon taken away from wondering what I had in mind, to staring down her arch enemy...the cat (sorry for the blurry pic).

Apparently, her arch enemies were out in full force this morning here's another one...

Sierra...on high alert due to the recent sightings of THE CAT'S

Galena Creek

An emerging Snow Plant...this one was just breaking through but they can grow to be 12-20" high on only last for a month or so during the early spring.
What else would my dog when confronted with water?

Umm...Trees

Sierra, doing what dogs do...sniff, sniff, sniff

A picture of me for good measure.

My dog...mid-graze, she likes to graze on fresh grass on occasion...just for fun, she's always done it and this is one of her favorite grazing spots.

Ummm, more trees...

So there we go, a little glimpse into what my Sunday morning's have consisted of lately.

Does this mean I can officially start celebrating my birthday now?

This afternoon I was out walking my dog and decided to check my mailbox (I live in a condo complex and we have a mega-mailbox structure that I check, maybe once a week, I am really bad about check my mail!). Anywho, I had a key waiting for me which meant that I had some sort of package. I open the 'package' mailbox and see a box from Amazon.com sitting there. I stare at it slightly confused for a while wondering to myself if I blacked out one night and ordered stuff off of Amazon.com again. So I take the box and continue on my way back to my condo, still wondering what is in this mysterious Amazon.com box. "Did I really order something and not remember it?" I think to myself the whole way home.

I finally get back to my condo and tear open the box and in it is this...

It's part, yes I said part, of my birthday present from Misguided Mommy. With a note on the shipping list saying "Happy Birthday! I saw this book and loved it. Hope you love it." Have a mentioned before that I read cookbooks like I read novels? From cover to cover! And, well, truth be told some of them get me as excited as a good porno, but you know, in a totally different way. Maybe.

But my real question is this: Does this mean I can officially start celebrating my birthday? You ask me when my birthday is...July 12. 48 days before my birthday isn't too early to start celebrating is it?

Ummm, and some days I wonder why I can't lose weight.

So it just dawned on my that I booked my entire Sunday around eating. This is what my day planner would look like. That is if I had a day planner. Oh wait, I do have one. So let me re-phase...This is what my day planner would look like IF I actually used it.

10:00am: Breakfast with boss, well not really boss anymore, more friend/owner of company I work for, someone else is officially my boss. Either way, breakfast and coffee with boss.

12:00pm: BBQ (in the rain?) at Shannon's house. Must remember: make potato salad. Must remember: do not eat potato salad BEFORE BBQ.

6:00pm: Dinner at The Melting Pot! Yeah, fondue! Yeah! I am so excited! This is really dinner for my mom's b-day but because she is easily influenced I convinced her that SHE wanted to go there. I am so excited I might pee my pants. But that would be embarrassing. So if I did, I wouldn't admit it in my blog. But I wouldn't do that. Seriously. Damn, not you all think I pee my pants.

10:00pm: Memphis is coming over. So technically IIIIIIII might not be eating anything but...

Does anybody else find this kind of cute?

You all know Memphis is southern. And he speaks with a great southern accent. And the best part is that he even text messages with a southern accent.

I got this message last night while Shannon and I were having dinner:

Wanna get nekid?

The first time he did it, I half way made fun of him because he couldn't spell but then threw in how it was kind of cute that he even wrote with a southern accent. I think he was slightly impressed I picked up on what he was trying to do instead of just thinking he was a dumb southerner.

Hello, my name is Ginger...

...And I am a drunken texter. That's right, when I drink, I have a tendency to send inappropriate text messages to people in the middle of the night. Some people are drunk dialers...I am a drunk texter. I'm up and drunk and having a good time, shouldn't everyone else be? Shouldn't they be having a good time with me?

Friday night I went out with some friends from work. I had talked to Memphis earlier in the evening and he told me to call if it wasn't too late and maybe we could meet up for a late night booty call. So around midnight I sent him this message (I was pretty sure he was already asleep by then):

Hopefully this isn't waking u. I am going dancing so I am going to be out until 2ish. Probably too late for u? Call me this weekend if u want to hang out?

Then when I got done dancing, at 2:30am, I sent him this message:

Too bad your not up right now...wink wink

(All the while thinking I am so seductive...)

Then I drove home (I was not drunk by this point in the evening for all those out there thinking I drove home drunk), just horny...

So then I might have maybe taken the scenic route home and driven by my old FB's house (which is like 2 minutes from my house) and after discovering his truck in the driveway and his living room lights on (he works as a bartender so he is up at these hours some nights) I sent him this text message:

U awake? Wanna fuck?

And then because I didn't hear back from him by the time I made it home, I proceeded to pass out around 2:45am.

Then Memphis made fun of me for sending him drunken text messages last night. Which didn't really matter because he did it in between bouts of hot sex.

I have a question for you all...

So I know a lot of you have Myspace pages....I do as well. What I want to know is do you guys ever get random people emailing you? Not like spam, I get tons of that. But actual people (in my case it is always guys emailing me because they saw my profile and thought I looked cool...they are so unoriginal). Anyways, they seem like real people (who knows though, right?) and I've never responded, but I get probably 1-2 guys a week emailing me.

I just wanted to see if other people get this too or if, you know, I am so magical and hot that my hotness can even transcend cyberspace?

A quick update for ya'll

So I figured I would give you all a quick update on my man situation since I haven't been keeping up on blogging lately.

Ashton: never emailed me or called for a second date. I never followed up after the original response telling him to call me when he got back into town. I am kind of disappointed, but kind of not. He was nice, but I didn't really get anything. He seemed like a nice guy and thought I would give it a second shot but like I said, there was no WOW factor there which is why I didn't hunt him down and demand a second date.

Dallas: I haven't seen him/heard from him since the pro-Bush rally in my bedroom. I would definitely still consider him a good booty call, because he was very good in bed, but as far as anything else goes, ummm...no.

Memphis: Ahhh, Memphis. First of all, things are definitely still causal between us. But they are a fun, intense casual type of thing. I could see this going somewhere someday, but I am completely happy with how things are right now. He is exactly what I want right now. He is a totally cool guy. We have a blast just talking, we have even more fun in bed (or in the kitchen, or on my sofa, or...I digress). We have hung out a few times that I have blogged about and then on and off last week while I was out of town we sent dirty text messages back and forth...all leading up to seeing each other of Friday night. Kind of nice to know you're on someone's mind as much as they are on yours.

I also went out for drinks a few weeks ago with another guy. He was nice, but a little A.D.D. metro for me. Plus he had a really bad lisp with drove me crazy while he was talking. And he had braces. Which was annoying. So I'm not sure about him either. We've exchanged a few emails back and forth since then, but he's been out of town, then I've been out of town so neither one of us has really brought up getting together again.

Ok, so I promise (I will try at least) to write about SOMETHING besides my man situation tomorrow.

As a side note, I totally CANNOT spell the word definately correctly (thank god for spell check)!

Random Tidbits about me...

• Chinese restaurants in small towns gross me out. For some reason they just don't seem right. I am very afraid of them.


• However, I have no problem eating tacos from that big silver lunch truck parked in the random parking lot.


• I hate to admit it, but I think I like mushrooms now. I have hated mushrooms since I was a little kid. I am pretty sure I like them again.


• Kenny Chesney said it best... There's something sexy 'bout the rain. I love the rain. The rain turns me on. Thunder and lightening turn me on even more.

That is all for now.

I totally suck don't I?

I know, I have been totally slacking on blogging lately...go ahead, tell me I suck. It's something I need to work on. I am aware of it. I accept it. I am working on it.

I must go now, Memphis just knocked on my door...

For all the inquiring minds out there...

...who are asking themselves what is up because for once I actually wrote a post about something besides sex. Gasp!

I did however see Memphis on Thursday and (gasp again) Friday. Although Friday really was just a quickie visit since I was going out dancing with some work friends. But you know...why not if you can, right?

But now I am out of town for work all week, so I am guessing I won't have any exciting gossip all week...maybe I will dig something interesting to write about from the depths of my, lately, unused brain.

Don't you hate it when you see something so cute you want to puke?

The other day I was driving my dog to the park and as I'm driving down the road I see this perfect Ken and Barbie couple jogging (of course they were!) down the road. He was shirtless and tan, toned and perfect. She was the same. Well except not shirtless, but had a cute little pink and white exercise outfit on. She was on the inside and he was closest to the road. They turn a small corner and then you can see the guy spot this dog that was off lease and from the looks of it, unsupervised. It was a pretty big dog, a little scary looking. Next thing you see is the guy rest his hand on his beautiful jogging partners lower back and slowly maneuver himself on the inside, putting himself between his girlfriend/wife and the big scary looking unsupervised dog.

I mean seriously, doesn't that just make you a little sick?