Nothing but some whining maybe! I hate that I have not posted much lately but there is just nothing going on around here. Well, besides going back to work and that somehow, seems to swallow up all time between driving to and from and getting ready for etc etc.
It's been raining for the past several days so not much going on for the outside of the house. I plan on continuing my stained glass work today and tomorrow. Hope everyone has a fun time with friends and family tomorrow also.
For the past 2 weeks I have been trying very hard to get out and meet some new people and expand my socializing. It sucks. I went out to dinner with a nice man last week but nothing there. I have come to the conclusion that I am socially incompetent. I try to make all the appropriate gestures to show my interest (but not too much) and otherwise be involved but it's just not working. I have no idea how a woman is supposed to act. I mean, I know how to be a lady but as far as whether you should ask a man out or let him, blah, blah, blah. And I don't think a lot of them really understand that I can't stay up talking until 10:00 at night when I have to get up and pour concrete at 5:00 a.m. the next day.
I'm glad that you all are here but can't know me in person and see how screwed up I really am. For all my physical talents I have no personal skills. So, don't envy me that I can weld and do all this other crap. In the end it doesn't mean much.
Okay, before this goes further downhill, I'm going to end here. I've missed hearing from all you out there and will try to post more. I was recently reading another blog and they were talking about the advantages and disadvantages of blogging and all the psychological implications of such. It was very interesting and thought provoking but they made one comment that I did not agree with. They said that the friends made here could not be 'real' friends because you can't be there in person with them. I don't know that I agree. I miss you all if I don't hear from you in a while. You all often lift my spirits and make me feel better. Ya'll make me think about things in different ways, from different viewpoints. And I have even received actual gifts from some of you, which I cherish very much. Isn't that what 'real' friends are, whether you can actually touch them or not?