Sketch 3

My lovely friends Sheila and Debbie have pointed out to me that I haven't posted anything crafty in quite some time, so I decided to put up a Sketch Challenge once again to inspire both you and myself. I've decided to put myself up to challenge as well this time, but I'm exempt from claiming the blog candy. Shucks! Since this week is about over I'll give you until next weekend to email your entries. Happy Stamping!!!

Check out Estivalia's card:

That Was Fast

I guess all I can do at this point is laugh at myself. I'm SOOO single AGAIN! I told you I wasn't any good at this dating thing. I always find a way to screw things up. I'm amazed I've had a boyfriend at all in my short little lifetime. I just can't seem to pin-point where I go wrong. Surely though, "it's not me it's you!" That's what I'm telling myself anyhow. I've got to be me, the real me, 100% no matter what, and if that's my flaw then I just can't change it. It sure does suck though! I can't get overly mushy with my pity party here. You ladies know how laughing at yourself can easily turn into a sob-session especially with the absence of chocolate nearby. My next drug of choice would be to max out a credit card on ordering scrapbook supplies or tons of little doggie outfits online. Chocolate is FAAAAAAR better in comparison when I think about the aftermath. I'd really like to go on a super long run, but it's completely dark outside and it's raining. I guess the mood is set for me, but then again this mood makes me sloth-like at the same time. I'm trying to be as perky about this situation as I can be, but I'm sure I'm just overly sarcastic instead. Oh well! It's my blog and my rant and my crappy situation. I just need to go dump all my ribbons on the floor and roll around in them. That always makes you feel good, doesn't it!?

The Dating Scene

It's hard to tell sometimes without looking back at all my old entries which parts of my life I haven't yet shared with you through my blog. I do know that dating is one of those areas in which I have a difficult time writing about and have therefore neglected in blogging. My mother signed me up for one of those online dating sites a while back and as of lately I have been taking advantage of that "gift". I hadn't really noticed that I've been single for this long until the holidays crept up on me, and I actually looked at the calendar. I suppose it's a good thing that I was able to be distracted by dealing with my own life for a while, but I'm ready to get back into the dating scene. It's been almost a year since I went on a first date, so I was quite nervous not to mention the whole stigma that lies with online dating in itself, but really where am I supposed to meet a guy around here? I know what you're thinking... I'm in the Army, so I must be surrounded by guys. That is true, BUT they're all married! In Army time I am SOOOO an old maid already. Most Soldiers are married with two and a half kids before they're even old enough to drink. That's not an exaggeration. I also can't date anyone that out-ranks me or anyone that I out-rank myself. Those two things alone eliminate everyone that I know already. It's a tough gig! The first few guys that sent me messages online were either married, or just wanted a "good time", or lived a million miles away, so didn't even bother responding. Then there were the guys that I began correspondence with that found out I wasn't exactly a girly-girl, so they stopped responding to me. Finally I discovered one who I actually met in real life, but I ended up paying for the dinner and movie only to have him sneak off to answer the phone while I overheard him explaining to his WIFE where he was. Sheesh! The last thing I want is an angry wife after me. The last date I went on was last week, and this time I was the bum. It was during the week, so I had planned to get off around a decent time so I could make myself look a little less Soldier-like. Of course I ended up staying super late instead. I didn't even have time to wash my hair or put make up on! I looked horrible. I gave him the wrong directions. I was late. I can't believe he asked me out again!