Holy Socks

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Monday, Monday, Monday…holy socks.  I want to dispel a nasty rumor that is going around that Catholic’s have special socks.  On Monday, I had a holy sock on and my friend thought that we actually wore “holy” socks!  I lost it.  No, unlike the Mormons we do not wear “holy” underwear, or socks for that matter.  Mine, just so happened to have a hole in them.  sigh.  Silly people and their silly believes and thoughts.  heavier sigh.

Today, I am torn.  I am torn because I have so much laundry to do tonight and just not enough time.  I have too much things on my mind to focus clearly and my blackberry just got reformatted and updated.  Now it is running like new.  Billy Joel is getting me thru this apathetic work day and making it more bearable.  Is it bad that today I just don’t care?  I don’t care to be taking on my horrifically long to-do list from heck, or if I don’t care that I am starving and have yet to eat lunch?

A friend of mine shared with me a dream of hers…it was fabulously epic!  She dreamt that I was dressed up as Sandy from Greece, leather and curls and all!

Yep this is definitely me! HA.

Absolutely the most amazing thing.  Lets just put it this way, I can relate.  You know I go for all the bad dangerous guys!  Like my last boyfriend Mo.  He was a biker that I met at this Country Western Bar here in town.  He totally asked me to take a ride on his Harley.  It was love at first bike.  🙂  It was better than I could have ever imagined.  My long flowing hair just blew in the wind.  I must say there was no feeling like it!  Sigh…and then he broke my heart and told me that he wasn’t into girls anymore.  I cried for days then, I moved on to the next man!    I am a serial dater you know…or maybe you didn’t know…well NOW you know  😉