Questionably Fabulous

Last night, my last night in San Luis Obispo, California, was ah-mah-zing. Great food at Chow, great friends who are practically family surrounding me, my husband at my side, a photoboth in the empty garage to document every drunken move… I am truely blessed.

I definitely do not like variables. I used to think I could tolerate change easily when it was unexpected. For example, if I was driving down the street and got a detour, I could handle that. In this situation it is clear that I could no longer take the route I was planning on and now definitely have to follow the detour signs. No problem. What I could not handle though is a detour sign that said “The road you were going to take is no longer available. You can follow our red detour signs but that may not get you to your destination on time. If you follow the yellow detour signs that may get you to your destination on time but you will need to pay a fine of $100. If you following the green detour signs then we cannot guarantee you’ll ever get to your destination but we will pay you $100. Also, signs along the way will change color and you’ll be put on whatever route we choose to put you on regardless of what you want or how you’ve laid out your day.”

Yea. I cannot handle that. And that is the way my life has been going recently…

A few days ago I got this random email from a guy I haven’t talked to in at least a year and a half. It is soooooo very random that I felt the need to share this with all of you. I mean, seriously, what the heck????

So, I quit my job and here I am, my life is working out. And it’s as if I woke up one day and noticed I had a left hand and now every time I look down and see it I’m like “Holy Shit! I have a left hand! Where the hell did that thing come from?”

Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.

Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.

Just walk beside me… And hold my merlot while I fix my make up.

I’ve been working on the issue of shame lately. Or rather, I’ve been trying to not feel shame about certain things. I’ve been trying to tell people more about me, share more of my intimate secrets… The truth is some of those intimate secrets aren’t as secret as I think they are and some of them are kept hidden away for no reason. The problem? I cannot tell which is which and I tend to set myself up for disappointment.

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THROUPLE – Anyone know what it is? It is a threelationship; a relationship with three partners. And I have a few pros and cons listed for being in one… Have I got your attention now? Perhaps this hypothetical personal ad is helpful…

Looking for a way to do less chores and gang up on your partner? Join our throuple now!

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A guy comes between my husband (leaning on the bar) and I (standing directly in front of him / to his left in the circle of friends) and says “Excuse me does anyone want a beer?” and shoves a dark ale into the circle. I apparently was the only one who heard him, but this might have been due to the splashing of beer on my sleeve. In any event I say no. I mean honestly, hello? College town – roofies, ever heard of it?

A few minutes later my guy friend and husband start to notice that this guy is hard core hitting on me and Bryan turns his attention to him by saying “That is my wife you’re hitting on right there.” with this huge satirical smile on his face. Then he swings his arm around the guy’s neck (my hubby is 6’3” and dude was maybe 5’10”) and gives him a good jostling. Half way being “cool” and half way being “knock it the F off”.

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I’m So Worried ~ QF Dog

I’ve put several posts on here from other bloggers who make me laugh or make me really think about stuff. This is just one of those times… I got to thinkin’ about what might be my four most valuable lessons learned. But I could only come up with three… What’s more Questionably Fabulous than that???

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Yours Truely ~ QF Man

Aint Nutin ~ QF Moment

Yes, this is a person’s name.  No, not their given name, the nickname that my friends and I donned to a poor innocent young lady.  The story is priceless. 
So on Saturday I was a bachelorette, actually I was one all weekend but that is besides the point.  The point is I didn’t have my husband [...]

I Stole This ~ QF Moment

I have told this story… or rather vented my frustrations on this topic to ALL of my friends…  My husband thinks that all clothing is dirty. 
We laugh as we bicker about this subject almost daily – he thinks that if he’s worn something it is then dirty.  To me an item of clothing is only [...]

Weddings are strange things… 
They are a place where several different groups of people gather – most of who have nothing more in common than their relationship with the bride or the groom or both.  You have the family members of both parties – some of which the bride and or the groom would never [...]

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Office Exchange ~ QF Moment

Snaggle Tooth ~ QF Moment

I want to apologize for not writing at all in several weeks… almost months.  And I don’t mean to insinuate that I’m apologizing to you, the reader, because truthfully I owe it to myself. 
 
When I started this blog it was for ME.  I wrote on my MySpace page to get stuff out of my [...]