Transparent Motives

Ulterior Motives

Bahaha, I am still laughing about my children seeing right through my motives this weekend. Oy! Why does everyone know me so well??

We made cookies yesterday. We *never* make cookies. Not because I don't love them, but *because* I love them. And, as you may remember, my now-13-year-old has a pretty severe weight problem. And my 6-year-old son goes BANANAS on sugar. We really try very hard to keep him away from sugar whenever possible. And I had weight loss surgery last year, doncha know. I'm not supposed to be eating cookies.

First off, in my defense, I will say that I have been trying hard to find quality things to do with the kids on the weekends. I am an anti-winter person. I hate it, hate it, hate it. Cold and wet is my least favorite status in the whole wide world. A few weeks back, I was whining to Kim about what a crappy mom I am: I'm broke, there's nowhere to take the kids that we'll all have fun, etc. etc. So she urged me to just work little things into our weekends that we'll all enjoy, and then just accept that I am a busy single mom o' three.

So, cookies. I decided we would make cookies. My parents were coming over, my dad was going to do a couple much-needed projects at the house for me, etc. We'd make cookies for grandma and grandpa. I had to laugh: when I unloaded the ingredients I picked up from the grocery store, my almost-11-year-old looked at the stuff and said, "If we're going to make cookies, don't we need dough?" BAHAHA! Not all cookies come from a tube, babe!

We made snickerdoodles (my dad's favorite) and chocolate chip. They were muy delicioso. We feasted. And last night, when I was getting ready to go meet Sparky for dinner, I grabbed two baggies of cookies I'd set aside for him. The kids knew I was going on a dinner date.

"A-HA!!" My 11-year-old son yelled. "THAT'S WHY WE MADE COOKIES! YOU WANTED TO BRING SOME ON YOUR DATE!"

Busted.

Okay, yes, I wanted to bring cookies to Sparky. Is that so bad?? Didn't I get quality bonding time with my family? Didn't Blake learn that cookies don't come from a tube? Didn't my dad get his favorite cookies in the world? Didn't everyone get their sugar fix for the weekend?

And didn't Sparky get cookies, and didn't I get rewarded for that? :)

Sparks with Sparky


Okay - I like this guy. Sure, it's early, but I am guardedly optimistic. I've seen him bunches of times now and I am happy to report that I have discovered no red flags. He is just nice, and sweet, and easy to talk to and fun to be with. We met for dinner last night and it's my upcoming kid-free weekend, so I'll see him again soon. Holy smokes, we have great chemistry - I just like sitting by him. :) *crackle, crackle, zap, zap*

After my dating experiences, I have to say it is really nice to go out with someone that seems very much like what I have been looking for all along. He has his act together, a great job, a good, hard-working guy who has his own interests. He's all fiscally-responsible, sweet to me, holding the doors open (am I such a sucker for this, or what? Who knew I was so traditional?). I am just enjoying the heck out of spending time together.

I can't remember if I told you: I think it was the second time we went out...oh yes, I remember, he was driving me back to the Park & Ride. He said he liked me, and wasn't in to dating around, and he was going to take down his online profile while we continued to see each each other and saw where it went. Isn't that sweet? Hells yeah, I took down that profile! (And I am almost positive I told you that, because I just had a deja vu moment when I typed "Hells yeah," haha.)

Anyway - we went to dinner last night and I sure had a great time. Again, part of me is just hanging out waiting for the other shoe to drop, but most of me is just having a helluva good time.

Weight Loss Stuff


And you thought I forgot this was a weight loss / VSG blog. I have not! Ugh, my weight is hanging at 150 again. Um, this is due to increased carb intake, baking and eating cookies, nighttime snacking and other lax and lazy habits.

Last night at dinner, I had the perfect opportunity to divulge the WLS to Sparky, should I be so inclined. I was not. He remarked that he noticed I don't eat very much. I nodded and agreed that no, I don't eat much. He pressed. Was I trying to lose weight? Had I lost weight? etc etc. I said I had lost weight since my divorce (he has said he has, as well) and worked mostly on portion size. I simply did not feel like divulging this little bit of information. It's funny how it sure comes up, isn't it?? Anyway, I'll go there someday, but not yesterday.

It's in the Stars


Okay, I had written this into the current post and deleted it, because a) I don't want you to think I'm an astrology nut, as I am not; and b) I don't want you to think I am rushing this relationship, because I am not. But after that little bit, above, about Sparky sort of grilling me about my eating habits, I am going to post this, after all.

Simply put, the Taurus man is looking for a wife. He’s all about putting down roots: the family, the perfect mate to grow old with, and a beautiful home to share. He’d rather follow the same routine for 60 years with one person than constantly swap partners. Sure, he’s got a lusty appetite, but most Taurus men think variety means taking you to a new restaurant. Change is too much work, and he’s not one to waste his time like that. He just wants to settle into a steady track with someone to adore. Your job is to show up and be that person. Not a bad gig, if you think about it.

The single Taurus man is constantly in “interview” mode. He carries a mental checklist of his soulmate, and screens every woman he meets to see if she fits. Although he might accept a temporary substitute, he’s not afraid to drop her if the perfect match appears. Generally, he’ll hold out for the real thing, breaking many hopeful hearts along the way.

This has been my experience with Sparky to a T. He is definitely looking for a long-term relationship, if not wife, and I am being interviewed for the position. I am having great fun as a prospective candidate, haha. But he is very astute, and all gently probing questions and he is easy to talk to. So I am sort of surprised I didn't spill my guts about the surgery. No pun intended, haha.

Bad Habits

I guess I should divulge that I went four days smoke-free and then started again. Sigh. I'll get there again.