How is it???

How is it that every time we start talking on the phone and the conversation goes from you to me, you become busy all of a sudden and have to get off of the phone?
How is it that when I want to do something with you, you find some way to make whatever the event is self-serving for you in some way?
How is it that I only hear from you when you need something from me?
How is it that you accuse me of being fake when you turn around and gossip - knowing that what you say will somehow make it's way to my ears?
How is it that I always seem to fall for the same trick cooked up a different way and not realize it's the same trick until I recognize that I am playing the starring role of "Fool" -- again?
How is it that expectations are different for you than they are for me?
How is it OK for you to tell the same lie to yourself and not recognize that it is still a lie - even if you tell it to yourself?

I guess I am the one who can control many of these circumstances. So, the next time I find myself claiming victim, I'll have to turn the tables. Because I cannot take having to ask anymore. After all, the answer is just before me. You ask "How is it?"

I Can't Believe It...A Perfect Match!

I realize that my excitement cannot be shared by everyone, but - for those who can't relate - try. Yesterday, while on my way to the office, I stop by the local drug store to purchase hosiery; the best quality, of course (e.g. run resistant, reinforced toe, control top, etc.). Long story short, by the time I got home from a pretty normal-pace day at work, my high quality pantyhose were gathered around my ankles and had runs, not in one, but both legs. *Note: I sometimes cut off the ruined leg of hosiery and save the good leg to combine and wear later with another un-ruined leg - don't judge me. I save money that way! Anyway, I went to bed prepared to wake up a little earlier so that I could schedule time to get a new pair...something different for sure! After my A.M. workout, I found myself rushing out of the locker room (dropping my ceramic Starbucks tumbler - that's a separate blog) so that I could make it to my regularly scheduled daily meeting at the office. I headed straight to Target ('Tar-jay' as you may sometimes hear it), I love that they are open early enough, but not so early that you get last night's traffic - if you know what/who I mean.
While searching for that perfect pair of pantyhose, I stumble across a very cute cardigan that would go perfectly with my 'little black [but corporate] dress' (every girl's gotta have one). "This must be a good sign" I thought. I headed to the hosiery department and looked at the usual brand, only to find that they didn't have my shade of 'nude'. Shocker, right? By now, I'm approaching the point of complete frustration, until I go to the other aisle and see a shade of brown that could not be any more perfect. Ladies (or maybe the unusual type of guy that would buy hosiery for a woman in his life-if you exist, call me): I HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT MATCH!!! If you ever want to know what brand to get, may I please suggest Hanes Solutions - Transparent Sheer. This match (Gentle Brown) was so perfect that the girls at work didn't know I was wearing pantyhose. And they are by far, the most comfortable pair I have ever worn (so soft). I had the ladies doing the touch test on my legs. They feel like they won't be running too! But if they do, you'll know by tomorrow - promise...Today's got to be a good day, considering all things...