Why have I never thought of something like this during one of my frosted flakes dinners?

My apologies in advance to newpenny who has already had to hear me obsess about this twice today but I can't talk about this to any of my friends here, because they would only roll their eyes and shake their heads and I must obsess about it a little more because my life is pretty boring right now and I don't have much else to do: 

So, I've had this on-again, off-again thing with one of my friends for approximately five years.  When I actually get a real boyfriend (or he a real girlfriend) we're off.  When we're single, we're on.  When we're on, it's like we're dating, except we aren't.  It's very dysfunctional and I don't think I can explain it very well except to say that when people first meet us (at the same time) they invariably assume either that we're married or brother and sister (we're both blondes).  

When I moved last year, I told him we were off.  FOREVER.  And then I moved back.  And relapsed last night into the dysfunction.  On my drive of shame this morning back to my house at the crack of dawn, I had to ask myself: why don't we just date?  I used to have reasons why I didn't want to date him (we worked together, he was immature, etc.) but over the course of five years those reasons have disappeared. As newpenny </span>

A woman in Minnesota was just ordained as a Catholic deacon.  Plans to excommunicate her are underway.

Seven women were ordained last year in Germany (and subsequently excommunicated).  The current Pope wrote a letter (back when he was a Cardinal) stating that the women's ordination was "a grave offense to the divine constitution of the church" and an "affront to the dignity of women." 

Actually, the Church's position on the ordination of women is the only affront to the dignity of women I see here.  And my mom wonders why I don't go to church ...

I wasn't even sure that I wanted to go out with nose hair guy again until he didn't call when he said he would -- which of course made me want to go out with him again and wonder why he didn't call. Does he think I'm a crazy cat lady (my worst fear)?  I did talk about my cats a little bit, but only because he made some remark about cats being dirty and I had to defend them. Of course, if he had called the next day, I probably would have been less than excited. I don't want a cat-hater.

On to new boy this week.  He has potential. He named his canoe Penelope, which is just about the right level of quirky for me...

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My brother just told me I'm going to be an aunt.  I almost wrecked the car.  You shouldn't tell people news like that when they're talking to you on a cell phone and have told you they are driving.

I'm trying to be happy and excited for them, but it's hard.  I don't like my sister-in-law.  (For multiple reasons, but primarily because she's not always very nice to my brother.)  I don't want her to be married to him, much less to have his baby and be permanently in our family. 

Based upon what she has named their pets, the baby will probably have some totally stupid name too.

I feel mean and petty right now.

Came to work with my shirt on backwards.  You would think one of the cats would have had the decency to point that out to me before I left the house... 

I suppose that's what I should expect when I hit snooze ten times and then rush like a crazy woman to get dressed and on the road.

Background: breaking a cardinal rule of dating, agreed to go on a date with this dude who works at the same giant corporation that employs me.  First date was fine.  During second date, not only did he disclose that he doesn't like "ethnic" foods because they're "too spicy" but he loved Mr. & Mrs. Smith.  When asked out on third date, against my better judgment told him I could go out on Saturday and then spent the rest of the week trying to figure out a nice way of getting out of said date.  Saturday came, and went.  He never called.  I mean, if he didn't want to go out with me again, why did he ask me out?  While I suppose I could have called him, I didn't actually want to go out with him again...  ARGH. 

Now, for the dumb dilemma: do I have to email him and ask what happened or do I just pretend that we never went out and hope that our paths never cross at work?