Confused Woman!

We all know, with it being 2014, a lot of people are meeting prospective dates/partners via online dating websites.  I am not immune to this phenomenon, since this is how I met my boyfriend.  With our crazy lives and love of technology, it makes sense to merge the two.

However, I’ve recently learned of a new phone app for dating that’s taken online dating and being impersonal and shallow to a whole new level.  It’s called Tinder and it’s interesting and disturbing at the same time.

You download the app to your phone and then you peruse the men or women at your leisure (and pleasure).  If you are interested, you swipe one way and if you’re not, you swipe the other way.  It’s kind of like shopping for shoes or purses online, except these are humans.

I guess if I was in my 20’s, it would be fun to swipe away, knowing this is not a serious form of meeting someone…or is it?  Who knows.  All I know is it’s taken the idea of courtship and flushed it down the toilet.

I’m hoping the next phone app will not only allow you to swipe and select, but have the date delivered to your door and take you on the date you’ve customized in the “Preferences” section of your profile.

If the date isn’t delivered as ordered, you can return on the spot and a replacement will be sent in 30 minutes or less.  Now, that’s my kind of dating service.

I like spring a lot.  I don’t love it…that’s reserved for fall, my favorite season of all (how cute that rhymed).  Usually, once the giant mounds of snow melt, spring’s in full swing and ready to blast off.  However, this year has been a little different.

Our winter, we all claimed was “the worst winter ever”.  Whether that’s really true or not is up for debate.  But, needless to say, it sucked.  So, when spring was finally emerging, I was jumping for joy.

I could walk outside not covered head to toe in layers.  There was grass, pavement, and birds singing.  The temperatures started creeping up, approaching darn right balmy temperatures.  It was awesome…and then, Mother Nature slapped us across the face.

Where I live, we received almost 7 inches of snow…my sister received 13.  It was insane and cruel.  Easter weekend the girls were outside making snowmen with no jackets on.  They had a blast, and I must admit, I loved watching the little bastards melt (the snowmen, not the children).

We were teased yet again with amazingly warm weather and then Mother Nature decided to be a B and bring the cold and rain.  Despite its suckiness, it is good to have, since we do need the moisture and the lawns to green up.

I am just at the point that I’d like more than a couple of days of great weather before it turns to crap again…is it really too much to ask Mother Pain in the Ass?

I always knew when I divorced that my ex-husband and I would still have contact because we have a daughter.  However, I didn’t realize that there would be other interactions or situations I’d have to deal with.  Hence, the divorce chauffeur.

The ordeal began on Sunday when his truck battery died.  He was supposed to drop off my daughter but couldn’t because of the said battery.  He asked if I could give him a jump.  Being the nice gal I am, I said yes.

Well, his truck was parked in an underground parking garage, full of cement pillars and cars.  I just purchased my car in January…brand, spanking new.  I’m nervous to drive it on an open freeway, let alone in a dark, narrow parking garage.

After much finagling and swearing, we managed to get the truck jumped.  Finally, I can go home with my daughter and get to my mounds of laundry…then the phone rang.

He was stuck at the grocery store and wanted me to follow him to the mechanic.  Once again, I agreed.  We make the trek and I drop him off at his apartment.  At this point, I figure my obligation is done.  Wrong.

Two days later, he asks if I can take him to the mechanic to pickup his truck.  This is Minnesota and it’s mid-April, so of course it’s snowing…and rush hour.  Ugh!

I once again, drop him off at the mechanic and think I’m done for the night.  Nope.  He calls and says the truck is still not working and asks if I can bring him home.  I spent the next 2 1/2 hours in traffic and crappy weather, carting him and my daughter around town.

Of course, I’m happy to take my daughter wherever and make sure she gets there safely.  However, I didn’t think when the ink was dry on the divorce papers, I’d still be obliged to be at his beck and call.

But I have to admit, even though it was a huge pain in the ass, it’s nice my ex and I can get along well enough to help each other out and be there when needed.

Finally, an amazing spring day!  I thought this would never happen after record this, record that, polar vortex this, winter sucks that….yep, we’ve had enough and deserve it!

It was so nice to go outside and bask in the sunshine and not have ten layers of clothing on.  I wiped the last of the snow off the lawn chair and lounged in the fresh air.

I could have the car window down without the heat blasting.  It was great listening to my tunes and torturing others with the kicking bass.

Yes, I’m a dork, but it’s finally spring, damn it.  No apologies, I’m going to live in the moment and enjoy it before another clipper/vortex/crabby person ruins my day!

I was listening to my favorite morning radio show and they were discussing a contest.  On their website, women can post before and after photos of themselves.  Whomever has the most drastic change will win $1,000.

Awesome!  Who couldn’t use an extra grand?  I checked out the photos and most of them were very dramatic.  Some were so shocking it’s hard to believe it’s the same person.

The radio hosts were discussing this as well.  They also mentioned all the nasty comments from listeners, bashing these women’s before photos.  It was truly disturbing how mean these people were.

I don’t understand what sick pleasure someone gets from making someone feel terrible about themselves.  The funny thing was, some of the cruelest comments were from other women! Seriously?!

Instead of supporting one another, these women were putting each other down, picking apart every little flaw in their photos.  Disgusting.

How did we become such a mean society?  Has it always been this way and it’s just more prevalent because of social media?  If this is how young women treat each other, I fear for my daughter in middle school/high school.  You need a really thick skin to be a teenager these days.