Laurie and I at Radio Radio

Ricardo and Lucia Vera’s roommates from Italy

David and his fiancé Ronnie

Friend David at his very cool bar Radio Radio playing stand-up in his band Bigger than Elvis

Vera and her sweet little Italian greyhound Carmella

Frank and I saw the best play in Indy called Shipwrecked at the Phoenix theatre. The script and actors were superb and the set was done by this local artist.

For the first time in U.S. history, all Americans would have access to quality, affordable health care under updated health insurance reform legislation.

Read summary here.

Now it’s off to the Senate. If Lieberman blocks this I think the Democrats will can his ass for good this time.

I read it was a masterpiece. Their best film yet. A Serious Man is certainly the Coen brother’s most personal endeavor. But if this is their best film… then the joke is on me.

There are a couple of ways to let your interest be known on Match.com. One is to wink. For that you just need to click a button. (A low impact way to check if attraction is mutual without any risk.) The other is to select something on a person’s profile to let them know you are interested. I don’t know how this works, really. I never used it. But it doesn’t require the sender to put anything in to their own words. You click something and Match lets them know you are interested and lists three places you are compatible. Something lame like he likes dogs…or movies.

Then there is the send an e-mail option. This is the most preferable in my opinion. I mean, com’on. You couldn’t get a job worth it’s salt by just clicking a button. Let’s assume you are looking for someone you could be spending a month, a year… the rest of your freakin’ life… Perhaps, I suggest you put some muscle in to it. Run spell check, send an e-mail, remove you last girlfriend’s image from your profile picture. It’s the little things that count.

I can’t remember how Frank or I let the other know we saw something interesting in one another, but I remember e-mailing back and forth for a while before we met for a date and away we went. For better or worse, Frank was the first person I met and I have not dated anyone else since. That surprised me. I thought for sure it would take me a while. Match offers a six month guarantee. That’s a year for the price of six months. I figured I needed it. If you know me. You’d know why. It takes me a long time to feel I honestly know someone. To qualify for the guarantee you must keep your profile up the entire time. No exceptions.

Ok, here’s how I work it. If I receive something from someone who has either clicked the wink or I’m interested button, then I use Match’s pre-written drag down window to politely respond, Thanks for your interest, but I met someone and I would like to see where it goes.

Seems fair. Right? And in my case, honest.

If you take the time to write me an e-mail then I write one back. I pretty much say the same thing, but I always read their profile first and respond to it in a personal manner.

Today, I get this e-mail from someone I can’t remember so it’s very doubtful that he sent me an e-mail. I am assuming he either winked and clicked interested.

He wrote:

lol
so you wouldnt talk to me because you are seeing someone, yet youre on here every day.
lmao
typical
you’ll fit in good here–for years
not a very good liar

So I wrote:

Actually, I don’t go on here everyday. I have had several people that required a response, so in the last few days I have been on Match answering their e-mails. The person I am seeing also still has his profile up and we are honest about it. We both know it takes time to tell and neither of us have tons of money to make a new payment for Match if it doesn’t work out.

Thanks for the vote of confidence. Please don’t contact me again.

Seems fair. Right? And in my case, honest.

Happy 40th Anniversary Sesame Street!

Congratulations, me. The ring was in the safe deposit box. Of course, it was always there so my suffering was pretty much needless. That didn’t stop me from silently reciting the prayer “please God, let the ring be in the box”, “let the ring be in the box”,”let the ring be in the box” right before I grabbed the handle of the bank door yesterday morning. Interestingly, I never pray for things. Beset with worry, there I was wasting my prayers on some large damn ass piece of rock I would never even consider purchasing for myself when I could be praying for something meaningful and useful, like world peace, or a cure for cancer… or even true love. I felt dumfounded by the superficiality of it all, but I must say it was an enormous relief when I first laid eyes on that tiny blue felt jewelry bag.

Frontline does the best reporting. This is a distressing tale about how the financial meltdown may of been averted. I wonder if they would of listened if Brooksley Born was a man. I doubt it. All that money blinds.

My mom’s engagement ring is gone. I can’t find it anywhere. I recently had it appraised and the jeweler did such a wonderful job tightening the diamonds and cleaning it up I wanted to hold off wearing it until Christmas so my mom can see it’s luscious shine. She never bothered to cleaned it professionally. It was all sparkly and beautiful, so I put it away in my jewelry box with the appraisal (probably an idiot thing to do) and now all that is left is the felt pouch and the tissue paper it was wrapped it in. I haven’t misplaced it because when I wear jewelry… I wear it. I never take it off to bath or sleep. It stays on until I put it back in the box. And I was quite adamant about waiting till Christmas to wear it.

The ring has quite a bit of meaning for me because, although it is technically mom’s engagement ring, I was there when my dad purchased it for her in Garden City. I always thought it so sweet that after raising five children she finally got her ring. It was immensely moving that my dad kept his promise to get her one and that her thirteen year old daughter was there to help her pick it out.

I didn’t even want to take the ring. Mom loved her jewelry and she wore most of it together so it made quite a statement that later defined her look. My mom is a very generous person who always put her children first. Her fine jewelry was the only way in which she spoiled herself materialistically. Everything else went to her kids. She had been trying to give me her good stuff for years, but I hesitated taking them because I didn’t want her to think that that part of her life was over… especially when she was going in to a nursing home. Last May, when I heard that her gold cross and chain were stolen and her diamond was in a drawer by her bedside (all her jewelry was removed after being admitted in to emergency for a stroke) I finally put the ring on my finger. And there it stayed until I had it appraised. My mom had that ring for nearly forty years without incident. I have it for less than a year and I lost it.

Frank thinks I changed my mind at the last minute and put it in the safe deposit box with the bracelet I also had appraised. I hope he’s right. I don’t remember it that way and it also doesn’t explain why the enveloped and tissue were in my jewelry box. I’m checking on it first thing in the morning.

Please, please please… let it be at the bank. I know it is just a ring and I will get over it, but mom checks me out every time I go to see her. She really likes to see me wearing her jewelry. It would break her heart to know I no longer have it.. I just couldn’t let that happen to her. So I can’t come clean and tell her it’s gone. I’ll have to have a fake made… cause I don’t have it in my budget to get a real diamond that size.

Hope your Halloween was fun. I went to Frank’s where I met his daughter, son, brother, sister… I actually was nervous (Does that mean I am in love? Don’t know. Stay tuned.) meeting everyone for the first time, but we all got along fine.

All in all a very spirited group. Frank’s kids love to drink. I never held THAT against anybody. It was a pretty cold evening so we were all happy that his daughter Megan got us on the Vogue’s (Indy’s hottest venues) VIP list. This meant we didn’t have to wait outside in some mile long line. It was packed. Everyone was in costume.

I must be getting old, because it amazed me how many young girls were dressed in skimpy above the butt costumes bumping and grinding so lustfully they were practically poll dancing. I must say, I looked quite demure in my Max costume by comparison. I feel bad for girls today if this is what they think they must do to get attention.

We were all dancing fools last night.

In the morning, I drove Megan and her girlfriend back to Broadripple to get their car. Leaving their purses on the front seats, they parked behind a church and took only their IDs and cash in to the bar. Sadly, their car was vandalised. Everything was taken. Purses, wallets, car keys, GPS. And glass everywhere. Luckily, later in the day, the police got everything back for the girls. Still, a very emotional morning. I felt terrible for them.

But the night was really great for everyone, Megan included. It was touching watching Frank’s family enjoy themselves together. He obviously has an open honest but tight relationship with his kids.