Maybe I shall meet him Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not...

 

Feeling restless,so I took a long drive up the coast today, it was sunny and warm until I got up to the Big Sur area where it was rather cool but still beautiful. Still, thinking about that 106 year old Chinese woman who says she wants to start looking for a husband. Where does a 106 year old woman go to search for a husband? Face Book? Match. com? Bars? I mean what the heck? She says she will be willing to look for a younger man, 101. But still, won't a 101 year old man want a younger woman in her 90s?

What I find so depressing about this story is the fact that is there a point in our life where we no longer feel the need to find male approval and love. Hell, I really don't care if I NEVER fall in love again! I've been hurt too deeply and maybe it's just me not the male species that there something wrong with. Who knows.

All I know is the fact that whenever I fall for a man he suffers from the; "I got those ,gee I wish you love me, oh you do, well see you later blues.."

A guy pal was telling me of this eighty year old, retired surgeon client of his. The man is a widower and now is playing the internet field. He dates much younger women in their sixties (still a twenty year age gap). So back to our 106 Chinese woman will need to find a single man who is at least 118 for him to be interested in her and what are the odds of that?

Love sucks!

My advice, stay single and count your blessings!

Someday he'll come along. the man I love., and he'll be big and strong, the man I love

 

Finally feeling better, still a little weak but much better. Decided to take a short drive and stopped by the local Starbucks on PCH for a cup of Refresh tea. California weather is so crazy, early Sunday morning it was pouring rain but by Sunday afternoon it was gloriously sunny. Today was a lovely crisp day! While sipping my tea I overheard two women talking. When one of the women remarked that last night one of her friends attemped suicide as casually as one would state , "Last night she got a new hair cut." I was rather shocked. Judging from the converstaion the "friend" attempted suicide because she was broken hearted over a man.

I was sitting so closed to them, they knew I overheard what they were talking about and being female, instead of being outraged, they asked me to join the conversation. These two women then asked me the most usual question, "Do you think a married man would ever leave his wife for his mistress?"

"No" I stated,"A married man will never leave his wife for a mistress for then he loses a mistress!" Why would you want a married man to leave his wife for you in the first place? Talk about your bad karma.

Then the women asked me: "Why are all the men I meet are married?" I wanted so to answer that question with a question:
"Why are the only men you are attracted to are married?" I meet men all the time and I'm no beauty. But I have no trouble meeting men, even in cold L.A. City of Angels.

They began talking to me about men and wanting to meet a man they can have a relationship with. I then asked them what was their idea of their ideal man.

I went wild with their answer for they were so vague. One thing I agree with the book "The Secret" it tells you to write down exactly what you want! These two women were more detailed about their Starbuck's coffee drink then they were about their ideal man.

I don't know if I'm jaded but the last thing I worry about is finding a man!

Still, last week I was taken aback when I read that a 106 year old, single, Chinese woman who has never been married, was considering looking for a HUSBAND! One hundred and six and she's looking for a man to love?

Some dreams never die!

Everybody rise, rise, RISE!!!!

 

Hats off to that talented writer Neil Gaiman; his book "The Graveyard Book" just won the Newbery Medal!

Hey, once a fan always a fan and it's an enchanting book!

Photo of my feathered friends getting sun near Zuma beach.

Down time

 

I know I've been a M.I.A. blogger this week, not that I feel anyone missed me. Truth to tell, I've been down for the count due to having a case of the flu.

Last week I was walking along the beach, many people bring their dogs, all shapes and sizes to enjoy the beach as well. While bending down to pet the cutest dog a wave came up and pull me into the surf! Despite the fact that the weather last week was a glorious 70 degrees the water was ice cold! I felt as if I had been dropped into a glass of ice water! I walked home shaking with cold and took a hot shower but still couldn't shake off the chill. That evening I was sweating, then shaking with the chills. I was a zombie by Sunday evening. My mother hired a nurse to care for me and her (which is still chesper than spendiing one day in the hospital).

I'm back into the world of the living, just a little weak but able to read again. Been reading the notebooks of Camus and Journals of Susan Sontag and when that gets too heavy I pick up a collection of short stories by Neil Gaiman. What an enchanting story teller he is! He has such wit and possess a felicity of language making everthing he writes just magical. I've read on his blog that he is currently writing a Batman story and although there is nothing wrong with the collective works of Batman , I can't help but wonder why a man with such a genius talent to create his own magical stories and characters would spend so much of his creative energy writing a story line base on characters already created by the voices of other writers? Well, I'm certain his Batman story will be a true original.

It's been raining off and on here. The rain doesn't keep the surfers off the ice cold pacific waves though. Still, beautiful and love been rocked alseep by listening to the song of the ocean. Which is what I'm going to do right.

Sweet dreams everyone!

California Dreaming

 

I what a cold winter they're having back East and it's hard to wrap my mind how cold it actually is. Read the writer, Mr. Neil Gaiman's blog this afternoon and he wrote it's so cold where he lives that it actually hurts to breath! DAMN; that's cold!

Still house sitting in Malibu. Went out to breakfast at Paradise Cove this morning and already it was a warm 70 degrees and in the 80's in the afternoon. Miss the winter through. This weekend the beaches were packed. I prefer the beach when it's cold and gray and all to myself.

Not that I'm longing for below zero weather, just would like to be able to wear my cute sweaters instead of my sundresses.

Okay, some people would bitch in heaven. Still, we need our winter rains.

Stimulus package?

 

Okay, now I know the gods must be crazy! I heard on the news that the porn industry is going to Congress to ask for federal funding for a bail out because during these hard times not even pornography is selling! The porn industry can't go down! So to speak; I guess. These are crazy times!

What a difference a day makes....

 

Yesterday it was sunny, warm 65 / 70 degrees and beautiful but today the fog really never completely lifted over the ocean. COLD, damp and gray. Still walk along the beach, got a chill to the bones even though I was all wrapped up. Came in and made a cup of hot coco spiked with Peppermint Schnapps. Hit the spot.

By the way, I'm on a quest. I think I'm one of the few people who likes eating fruit cake! And I couldn't find it in any store! Not even in th ehigh end, over priced Bristol Farms. So decided to bake my own. Does anyone out there have a good fruit cake recipe? If so please e-mail it to me!

Happy 2009!

O Tannenbaum, o tannanebaum

 

When I was a little girl, I thought this was pronounce "Oh cannon ball". Oh, the joys of dyslexia, still have it which is why I typed with so many typos sometimes or miss read something.

Grateful that you guys understand what I'm trying to say.

Today I took down the Christmas tree. There is always something so sad about taking down a Christmas tree and I always seems to have more boxes of Christmas stuff each year! Does my stuff mate? Well, everything all boxed up.

Still house sitting in Malibu. Today was gorgeous, sunny and cool. The water is ice cold but still the surfers are out. Last night I walked on the beach in the thick fog. It was magical for people still have their Christmas lights on so walking in the fog you could only see these bright lights that look like stars or fairies flying around you.

Happy New Year to all of you! May you all enjoy great joy and happiness.