I am so confused!! Why is it, when we invite another child to go to a place that has a cost of entrance, that parent expects me to pay for it? And it’s not a birthday party. How entitled one must be to assume that all costs would be paid for. I’m a single parent! Am I the only one who if my daughter gets invited somewhere, that because she is my child, I plan on paying for her entrance fee. Why is that a difficult concept?

My daughter invited a friend and her parent said yes and was on board. When it became apparent that I am not going to pay for her child, all of sudden she can’t go. Luckily, my daughter can handle the rejection. I am honest and told my daughter that her friend can’t go because the mom wants me to pay. I stand my ground and will not be taken advantage of. I should have asked the mom if her daughter wanted to go to Walt Disney World. Then demand 5 grand upfront for all the costs those parks require. Sarcasm is my strong suit when I’m angry. Don’t be an entitled parent. Be courteous of other parents. Simple as that.

So I finally agreed to meet someone recently. Actually talked to him fairly often, to the point it was agreed upon to meet. I didn’t have high hopes because our conversations felt forced. I had to initiate all the conversations, which is a turn off. Both parties should put in effort equally. I never felt desired by him, which is important. Maybe wanting a break from loneliness and have some adult human contact, I agreed to meet him for a walk with my Siberian Husky, Jett. He had a husky too and we agreed to take the dogs for a walk together.

I suggested one of my favorite places that is a path around a large lake with an accompanying dog park. The minute he walked up to me, I was completely turned off. He looked like he hadn’t showered in at least a week, dirty and worn clothes, and the smell, oh my god the damn smell. I couldn’t walk close to him because of the stench. Granted I wasn’t dressed in my high nines, but I still was bathed for one, and dressed nice for a walk. Did men stop caring about first impressions? Not only was I turned off, but also grossed out.

He didn’t have to spend any money on our date, which I am completely fine with. I wasn’t expecting a top notch dinner or anything. Just a nice walk with the dogs. The conversation was very flat. It was mostly about the dogs. Definitely no sparks, which would have been extremely difficult getting past the smell. Not only was he smelly and dirty, so was his dog. I was so upset about the shaggy, matted hair in her tail and the lack of bath she appears to be experiencing. Jett goes to the groomer every 2-3 months plus I groom him at home as well. You have to with that breed of dog.

Am I not one that is worthy of a well groomed, or at least a mildly well groomed man? Am I expecting too much? Now I know why ghosting was invented. Onto the next disaster!

Starbucks, what can I say? It’s an over priced place to get coffee. Not that I get coffee, but for a venti chai tea it’s nearly $6! The whole world knows its ridiculously over priced, but we still come here. At least, I do damn near religiously. And what’s worse, I got my kids loving it too! There goes at least $20 per visit. Ugh! I’ve also come to the conclusion that it’s a fantastic location for writing. That was intended to be said with sarcasm. Starbucks is so unnecessarily loud! Unless I have noise canceling headphones, it is hard for me to concentrate. All I hear is the conversations of the baristas, which never fail to disappoint. The other patrons talking loudly so they can hear one another over the coffee shop playlist. So why am I here? It’s not like I am getting any writing done. My only answer to that quandrum is that it is an escape from the kids. As horrible as that sounds, when the house walls feel constricting, it’s a place I can go to just be away for a minute. By the way, the kids are at a birthday party near by. I have to go get them soon. But for now Starbucks, I am here.

Working on my writing, raising two kids by myself, maintaining a house, and a job, single life must be in the cards for me. Don’t get me wrong, I have tried. Oh, have I tried. Online dating has been my go to since the kids are always home with me, and it’s been a disaster. It’s one thing not being able to meet up at the drop of a hat. I have to schedule a baby sitter at least a few days out. It’s not like the law says to let under aged kids stay home by themselves whenever! So now it’s become, if I don’t text back fast enough they think I have no interest. Sorry dudes, but I don’t live by my phone and have a life! I have a house, kids, pets, a job, and hopefully a writing career to juggle. What are they thinking? Independent women are destined to be disappointed. Ugh! My little rant for the day. Now back to what’s more important, WRITING! (Kid’s aren’t here this weekend)

I have an utter hatred towards an enemy. Don’t get me wrong, being kind is the number one rule in my playbook of life, but times have changed. As a writer, I despise this thing that I now refer to as an enemy. It’s a small, minuscule piece of garbage that serves a great purpose, but is also a total piece of shit. That enemy is my damn phone! This little hand held device that allows one to access the world through a touch of a button, has become the worst thing imaginable. I should be writing. I should be putting countless words down on a page, but instead I am scrolling through meaningless social media of people who have to put their lives on public display for strangers to judge them. And I am one of those strangers! Why is it so easy to get wrapped up in things that have to value to my life? Ugh! That is my rant for today.

We all should feel good if we wrote a book. And therefore, here is mine that you can go to Amazon, click buy it now, and enjoy. Be forewarned, the books are steamy. And I’m not just mentioning the steam coming from the froth machine at Starbucks. All writers live at some sort of coffee shop. I’m talking about the adult, wish I was having the best sex of my life steam. But to be fair, it is not a porno. There is a story to follow with some historical elements chimed in. But I will let you be the judge. Love it or hate it. That’s the author’s life!