Once Upon a Cheater.

I am tempted. Sorely tempted. Some days I obsess over it. What am I talking about, you ask? Let me tell you a little story.

About 24 years ago CS had an affair. An affair with someone I considered to be a close friend. She was CS's partner in the Ambulance Service they both worked for. 24 hour shifts. Many of them. Down time. Lots of time to get busy, if you know what I mean.

I have only known about the affair for about 9 years. He told me in one of his *Come to Jesus* moments. Except he didn't really tell me but rather wrote it out in an email and sent it to me. Coward that he was {and is to this day}, he couldn't tell me to my face.

They slept together repeatedly for over 6 months while I was struggling to find my place with a new baby, in a new city, which was 2 hours away from my family. While I was literally working my ass off obsessively and daily to rid my body of the extra weight I had been blessed with while pregnant with our first child. Did I mention that this baby was less than a year old? Yeah, she was. Lovely, yes? Can it get worse? Oh, of course it can.

After reading his email I had questions. They leaked out slowly. How long did they sleep together? {more than 6 months} Did the two of them laugh at her husband and myself when we went out together as couples? {he shrugged} Did you sleep with her in MY house? {his response to that was yes, but only in the living room. Anyone buying that? I am guessing that they fucked in every room in my house just because they could.}

Disgusting. When did he find time to schtupp her in my house, you ask? Well I can answer that very easily. During one of my weekends with the baby visiting my parents two hours away while he was *on duty*.

When he started working with a female partner I had reservations but I trusted him. I remember how he would often comment about the size of her bazoombas. They were fairly large and gave her a lot of back problems. I figured he was commenting because she was complaining. I recall more than once hearing him say "they are huge, I don't even know what I would do with all that." He sure was working it to cover his ass, wasn't he? And I was too trusting and stupid to see what was going on. Of course he would look me straight in my eyes and tell me no, of course he wasn't sleeping with her.
He is a pretty good liar. He should be in Hollywood making a living as an actor.

While he didn't make many excuses he did try to get me to see it his way. You know, the old, tired, you were busy with the baby and leaving me alone, blah blah blah. I told him that unless his dick just fell into her this was a deliberate act on his part and there was nothing in the world I could have done or did do that *made* him do anything.

How many others did he sleep with? I am going to say that there were probably at least two others plus the little chickie he started sleeping with soon after {or was it before???} he left that first time in the fall of 2000. One of them I refer to as Donna Ambulance Co. She was the company slut. When he first started working there {with a male partner} he would come home telling me how Donna would come up to their out-of-the-way station and he was pretty sure his partner was schtupping her. I am pretty certain CS was too.

Then there was his *best friend*. Female. He didn't have a problem telling me that this woman thought he was all that and that she would date him. I think he slept with her. He, of course, denied it but I bet he did. Why would I believe him after reading what I did? I fully believe that once one makes that choice to be so horribly deceptive and disgusting and be unfaithful it will obviously be easier to do the next time. And the next time. You know the old adage: once a cheater, always a cheater. It most definitely applies here.

When I first found out, after the shock wore off, I wanted to tell her ex-husband. Yeah, not surprisingly they are also divorced. I didn't tell him because I was afraid he would kick CS's ass. He probably would have. As much as I abhorred what CS did, he was still my children's father and having him beat the eff up probably wasn't in their best interest.

But I digress.

That brings us to today. Facebook is odd. I mostly don't get it but perhaps that is because I am there under a pseudonym because I really have no desire to be in touch with those from my past. I am a spy. You all know this by now. Recently I decided to look her up on FB. There she was in all her glory. I want to contact her. I want to tell her that I know. THAT I KNOW. I want to tell her how betrayed I felt and still feel. That someone I cared about so much would do such a thing. If I do this will I feel some peace having had my say? Do I care if she doesn't care? I don't think I do. Will she apologize or will she be full of excuses. Again, unless his dick just fell into her......



Meal at the Manor.

Appetizer ~
It's peanut butter/jelly time. What kind of peanut butter are you putting on your sandwich? What kind of jelly?

Soup ~
If, when you went to the bookstore, you could only visit one section, which section would that be?

Salad ~
Name one person who is on television that you feel probably shouldn't be, and why?

Entrée ~
Oprah phones and wants you to appear on her show. What would your segment be about?

Dessert ~
Wild Bill had Scout’s Rest. Scarlett had her Tara. Does your home/house have a name? If so, please share it with us. If not, perhaps you should consider giving it a name.

Digestif ~
What question would you like to see in a future feast post?


Thursday Thirteen

13 things I used to do
when my interwebs were out.

  1. Reload my home page.
  2. Log onto the open network in my neighborhood to see if it is just me or everyone. {ok, I still do this}
  3. Load a different page in case it is only my homepage that is fubar.
  4. Check the modem.
  5. Turn on the TV to see if that works.
  6. Send Rudy a txt telling him my interwebs are fubar. {okay, I still do this too. tee hee}
  7. Reload my homepage.
  8. Clean my house.
  9. Curse my cable company.
  10. Make another cup of coffee.
  11. Go for a walk out back.
  12. Refuse to phone the now cursed cable company.
  13. Reload my homepage.
Oh, you noticed that I said *used to do*, did you? Yeah. Cuz now when my interwebs are broken I mostly just turn on the 3G on my iPhone and get my interwebs fix that way.
iLove my iPhone!

{this post brought to you by my lappy and my restored interwebs connection.}


Vikings Lost:

I Blame Favre.


Meal at the Manor.

Appetizer ~
If you could put one thought or sentiment in a fortune cookie, what would it be?

Soup ~
What did you get in trouble for the most when you were a kid?

Salad ~
When you wake up and discover it has been snowing throughout the night what is your first thought?

Entrée ~
You have asked the Magic 8 Ball a question. You don't have to tell us the question but what did the Magic 8 Ball tell you in response to your question? {Please choose your answer from this standard Magic 8 Ball list: As I see it, yes. It is certain. It is decidedly so. Most likely. Outlook good. Signs point to yes. Without a doubt.Yes.
Yes - definitely. You may rely on it. Reply hazy, try again. Ask again later. Better not tell you now. Cannot predict now. Concentrate and ask again.
Don't count on it.My reply is no. My sources say no. Outlook not so good. Very doubtful.}

Dessert ~

Can you keep a secret or do you spill everything you know?

Digestif ~
If you could have a free subscription to any magazine, which one would you like to have?



  1. best ~
  2. cinnamon ~
  3. rain ~
  4. dark ~
  5. purple ~
  6. win ~
  7. exercise ~
  8. narrow ~
  9. instant ~
  10. worst ~



The bet is on.
Loser poses for a photograph in the winners jersey.
You are going to look so nice in my Cowboys jersey, darlin.

Happy Caturday!


Meal at the Manor.

Appetizer ~
Which would you rather have a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, or a chauffeur?

Soup ~
How good are you when it comes to remembering people’s names?

Salad ~
What is the last thing that you spilled?

Entrée ~
I have my Mom to thank for ______________.

Dessert ~
Were you named after anyone? If not, do you know how your parents chose your name?

Digestif ~
Who do you think is going to win the Dallas Cowboys vs Minnesota Vikings game on Sunday? {That is football for those who are unsure.} {p.s. my team is the Cowboys. ;-)} {What? I am not influencing the crowd. Or AM I? tee hee}

Bedtime Snack ~
Are you still enjoying this game or is it too much like homework and you would like to see it go away? {Don't worry, the Bedtime Snack won't be making a weekly appearance. Unless you want it to.}


Thursday Thirteen.

Blondie's Morning by the Numbers
  1. 3 AM - The first time I got up this morning.
  2. 5.3 - pounds lost
  3. 7 - number of iPhone *scrabble* games I have lost.
  4. 9:30 AM - The second time I got up this morning.
  5. 10 - number of *scrabble* games I have played on my iPhone
  6. 11:33 - number of total workout hours
  7. $11.85 - Amount my recycling was worth.
  8. 17 - items on my grocery list
  9. 27 - My Wii Fit Age today
  10. 29 - {less than} days until Rudy is in CA.
  11. 36 - items in my grocery cart
  12. 61.3° - Current temperature
  13. 210 - Calories in a Grande non-fat no whip cinnamon dolce latte



  1. This
  2. is
  3. words
  4. #
  5. 98
  6. do
  7. you
  8. enjoy
  9. the
  10. Game{?}




Where do you fit in?


Meal at the Manor.

Appetizer ~
If you could throw anything against a brick wall what would it be?

Soup ~
How often do you get a new computer?

Salad ~
We just finished a pot of Chicken Noodle Soup. Today I will be making Cream of Tomato Basil soup. What is your favorite kind of soup?

Entrée ~
Create a Happy Meal for us to enjoy. Don’t limit the meal to fast food and please don’t forget to include the toy.

Dessert ~
I converted an mp3 to an m4r last night for the kid to use as a ringtone on his iPhone. {I am geeky that way. oh, and btw, darlin, I had to go find a youtube to show me how to do so. I am just not a read and do kinda girl, yanno. More of a watch and do kinda girl. heh!} What is your favorite ringtone on your phone?

Digestif ~

What is the colour of vibrant?


Thursday Thirteen.

13 activities
I have attempted on my Wii Fit.

  1. Half-Moon - Yoga
  2. Sun Salutation - Yoga
  3. Warrior - Yoga
  4. Hula Hoop
  5. Rhythm Boxing
  6. Basic Step
  7. Advanced Step
  8. Basic Run
  9. Perfect 10
  10. Island Cycling
  11. Segway Circuit
  12. Snowball Fight
  13. Rhythm Parade


Wordy Wednesday.

Close your eyes.
Listen to the melodious sounds as the coffee begins to drip into the carafe.
Your nose begins to tickle as the delightful aroma begins a seductive dance.
Reach out carefully to accept the cup that is being placed in your hands.
Your mouth beings to water as the warmth fuses with the swirling intoxicating bouquet.
Unable to resist any longer you lift the cup to your mouth and drink of the elixir you so crave.
Quietly sighing.



  1. Happy ~
  2. Twelfth ~
  3. Out ~
  4. Blue ~
  5. In ~
  6. Begin ~
  7. Code ~
  8. Play ~
  9. Resolutions ~
  10. There's ~



Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time.

Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.

Into each day put equal parts of faith, patience, courage, work (some people omit this ingredient and so spoil the flavor of the rest), hope, fidelity, liberality, kindness, prayer, meditation, rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad dressing—don't do it), and one well-selected resolution.

Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits, a dash of fun, a pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play, and a heaping cupful of good humor.



After 10 AM Pacific Time go to KTLA Viewers Choice
and vote for Cal Poly Universities as your choice for Viewers Choice. I am proud of the married involvement in Rose Float even now that they no longer attend Cal Poly. Mrs. Married is the Rose Float Alumni President and Mr. Married works the mechanical side of the float building and operations.

We won last year with your help and hope for another win in 2010!!

Happy New Year!