A Lovely Charity Event

Me

All dolled up and ready to leave for a charity event.  I had never been to a major charity event before this one and always wondered what it was like to attend one.

All the donations for this charity event went to one of the local hospitals for cancer research—always a good cause.

I arrived there early enough to see the stage being set up for music, a lady practicing her aerial stunts, and the tents being set up with tables, chairs and whatnot.

And, oh my.  Food was EVERYWHERE!!!  So many different restaurants had their own little areas where they were giving away samples of their food to all the attendees all night unlimitedly.  I just loved seeing so much food surrounding me.  It was a dream come true—to be surrounded by various types of food and unlimited eating!  Heaven!

Everyone was dressed in their finest attire.  The men were, oh so, very dapper in their suits and ties and the ladies so lovely in their cocktail dresses and 4-inch stilettos.  It was all very high-society, dahling.

So, if you have nothing else to do today, find a local charity event in your hometown and attend it while dressed to the nines in your finest attire.  You’ll have lots of fun and help out a good cause at the same time.

Take-Away Life Lesson:  It’s always nice when you can give your money to attend a fun event while at the same time knowing your money is being put to good use and was well worth the cost to attend.

Time For A Festival

Ferris Wheel

So I took myself to a festival a few weeks ago so I could have some fun and get out of the house.  I have to say I actually enjoyed myself even though I went by myself.

I chose to go bright and early in the morning to this festival and arrived right at opening time.  That’s the best time to go, you know, because there’s not a lot of people everywhere yet.  You know how I roll.

It was fun to people-watch and eat up a storm.  You know how I LOVE food!  Festivals are some of the best places to eat to your heart’s content.  There were food tents everywhere!  I mean, how do you even begin choose?!

My first stop was for potatoes and onions.  They were pretty ‘meh.’  As I sat on a bench eating my bowl of potatoes and onions, I looked up and saw a FUDGE sign through a window that was directly across the street.  Oh, MAN, you know where I headed next!!  A piece of plain chocolate fudge was all I needed.

I later headed towards the carnival area.  You know a carnival is not complete without funnel cakes, cotton candy, and corn dogs.  So, since there was really no place for me to sit, I sat on the street curb and ate a corn dog and funnel cake.

The only thing I was baffled by was why they’d be selling hot chocolate at a carnival when it was almost 100 degrees outside!  Really?!

At some point, I made my way to a COBBLER booth.  No way was I passing that one up.  I chose the pineapple flavored cobbler.  It was to die for.

This was also the first time ever that I stopped at a psychic booth.  I really just did it for grins.  It was only $10 I was losing.  It was hilarious though because the very first thing she told me to do was sit down and take $10 out of my purse, put it into my right hand, and ball up my fist.

Then she proceeded to open my fist and take my money.  I couldn’t stop laughing on the inside because she was being so dramatic about it.  Even I saw that one coming!

I mean, why is she pretending the money in my palm is part of the psychic act of my palm reading—as if the spirits need the money in my hand first for my future to get predicted?  Just take my money and read my palm already!  Who are we really kidding here?

So, if you have nothing else to do today, take yourself to a festival full of fun, food, and laughter—even if you just go by yourself.  You’ll have lots of fun, trust me.

Take-Away Life Lesson:  A psychic is obviously only there to give you a generalization about your future life—not specific details like you’d hope for.  Saying you’ll have “happiness in your future” is something you can probably predict yourself.  In that case—we’re ALL psychic.  But giving detailed dates, times, places, and names of people and things that are going to happen in your future—now that’s a psychic.

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The Non-Date From Hell

Onion Rings

(I swear this is all I wanted.)

There are all kinds of people who are “accepted for who they are.”  Even Charles Manson had people who “accepted him for who he was.”  He continued to hang around these people who “accepted him for who he was,” in part, because he could treat them any way he chose to since they allowed him to do so.  Doesn’t mean it was right.  It just means he found people that let him treat them that way.  At what point do you say, “Hey, this is really WHO this person is and I know I deserve WAY better than this—especially when you’ve HAD way better than that before?”

I have gone out from time-to-time with gentlemen suitors on occasion that run the gamut of all nationalities, shapes, and sizes with ages ranging from 20’s through 60’s.  I mean, I don’t discriminate—if you’re nice, you’re nice.

But the men vs. women world can fascinate me at times and I’d LOVE for anyone to give me their honest opinions on this because I, for the life of me, can’t figure it out.  And, by all means, if you think there may be something wrong with my way of thinking—please feel free to let me know or explain your side of it to me.  I’m all ears and won’t take offense.

Three weeks ago, I had two different dates lined up with two different people:

A.  The first guy—I had formally met just the day before the date and is someone in his mid-20’s and from a foreign country.  He told me he remembered me from a whole year ago when I made a brief stop at a store he worked at part-time but I hadn’t really seen him since.  He told me every item of clothing I had worn that day when I came into the store and it triggered my memory.

Long story short—he called me the very next day and wanted to go for a run in a park that afternoon.  The weather was beautiful, people were all over the park, and I thought it was an awesome first-date type thing to do—with the exception that we decided to walk around the park because I get winded too quickly.  Seriously?  Run?!  Who are we kidding?  Let’s get real.

Two hours later we parted ways when he had to go to work and only 15 minutes later after he arrived at work he was kind enough to call to thank me for meeting him out.  A SIMPLE AND UNCOMPLICATED DATE, I TELL YOU!

B.  The second guy—I have known for a few years and is much older and in his mid-50’s.  I’ve been out with him several times before—off and on. It’s nothing serious and we’ve talked on the phone many times.  He always asks me what types of things I like.  Since he doesn’t like to “guess” what a woman likes—he’d prefer women tell him straight out.  So I’ve done this on several occasions.  I’ve also mentioned things I like or want to do even when he doesn’t ask me what I like.  He’s generally smart enough and pays attention.

BUT HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED IN A SPAN OF A WEEK WITH THE SECOND GUY:

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