It was around noon today when I got a call, from one of the horse ranchers/ farmers around the area, asking me to go out with him to dinner, and then to a barn dance. My lovely oldest daughter of mine gave him my number. Now wasn’t that so sweet of her? Remind me tomorrow to hang her ass later for this. Well that is unless I have a good time, which I probably will because there is dancing there and I LOVE to dance, even better that they will have a live band there.

I did however call my daughter, to cuss her out, and asked her who gave her permission to give my phone number out. She gave me this lame excuse, that her sister told her I had dumped my boy friend last night. Aren’t children so wonderful? Then she added the excuse, that since I already knew the guy from around town, that it wouldn’t be that bad to give my number to him. Plus this way he would also leave her alone about asking her “How is your mom?” She then reminded me that I was going to a country barn dance, and that I should at least dress up but not too business, but more country. I swear that child has forgotten who the mother is in this relationship. Well I will give her one credit he is very nice looking, and he also has money, owns a large farm, and trains horses. The dance is going to be in one of his training barns, out buildings whatever they call them.


Okay so after I fix my drain in my tub, because I have to do this at least every two to three months, because that is what happens when you have long thick hair. Then I almost killed myself on the ladder, trying to change out the bedroom, and office light, because I am too freaking short, and my chairs still weren’t high enough. Then I had to climb on the bathroom counter, to change out the light bulbs in there, and almost kill myself getting down from the counter. Okay so I am short, and I have a really bad back, it doesn’t want to work correctly half the time. I would really like to know how in the hell could three light bulbs burn out at the exact same time in three different rooms? Where are the tall guys when you freaking need one? Can someone answer those questions for me?


After all that hard work I took a long hot bath, to soak and relax, dating makes me really nervous. Then I pick out my outfit, which is country like my daughter suggested. I am wearing a long gorgeous pecan colored glazed leather flared bottom skirt, with lace front yoke. With a hunter green colored crinkled georgette shirt, with ruffled button front, and poet sleeves. My girls like this top on me, because it set off my green eyes. Then to top off the outfit with, my glazed leather slouch mid-calf boots, these are what I call my fancy cowboy boots. No I am not going to tell you what I am wearing under this outfit, let your imagination do the thinking. Now all I need is a cowboy hat, which I don’t have one of those anymore,  darn. Kidding! I wouldn’t wear a cowboy hat with this outfit, that is unless there was a cowboy under it.


I hot rolled my hair, brushed it upside down to add volume, and fullness. Like I really need fullness with my hair, but it looks hot, steamy hot. I am leaving it down; I know how much guys love the long hair, when they are dancing with you, or anything else. Since I am not that much into jewelry, I am just wearing my diamond stud earrings, simple but elegant, not over done. Put on my make up, which isn’t really a lot to put on, I like more the natural look, with just a little bit of color. Spray on my White Diamond perfume (which I only use on special occasions), and then I am ready to go. Oh I also switched to a glazed pecan colored small cocktail purse, can’t go on a date with the luggage bag I normally carry around.

So I am all ready to go. Wish me luck, and lots of fun. Oh! I know I won’t forget to act like a lady, I can do that sometimes, I just don’t find it isn't that much fun GRINS. And trust me there won’t be any drinking.

Everyone have a fun night. Talk to you tomorrow. I have to post this because he will be here in 20 minutes. Oh My God! Can I back out now? I hate dating. I am so nervous.
BREATH!