The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 5

Day-5Top 3 Biggest Misconception:

1. As single women we sit at home alone every night, crying into our pillow, eating bon bon’s and wishing on every star for the perfect man to magically appear in our life. We must be desperate and depressed and overall miserable.

2. Single women are broken and unlovable. There must be something we are doing to turn men away. Is it the hump that we are able to hide all the time…except when men are around? Maybe it’s the psycho way that we run every man out of our life by being obsessive and controlling. I mean, 35 year-old and single, there must be a BIG ISSUE here.

3. Single women will date anyone…because we’re single. Sure, set me up with your second cousin with bad teeth and a dozen children by a dozen different women. I’m single so of course that’s the man I want even though you know good and well bad teeth are a deal breaker for me.

I’m pretty sure I could continue this list for days but I don’t want to look like a cynical, lonely, broken single person.

Until tomorrow,


The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 4

Day-4-300x300Whoa…this is an intense question.

I see myself as a strong, capable, 30-something woman with the ability to care for myself – financially, physically and (for the most part) emotionally. Shoot, I packed up and moved across the country…by myself. I feel pretty darn good about where I am in life these days.

So, when I really think about my biggest fear as a single person, I have a moment of doubt in my strong, capable self. (Note: I said moment.)

I’m not afraid of being alone. I don’t think I will every be truly alone. I have amazing friends and family who I know will always be there for me. I’m not afraid of not having children because women are having children later in life, adoption is an option I believe in and I would love, love, love to work with foster children. Also, I’m a nurturer by nature so I always find someone to take care of. In the past, I thought a big wedding would be the greatest day of my life but as I get older, I realize there is so much more I want to do with the money spent on a wedding.

I think my biggest fear at this moment is being hurt again. I’ve had 3 two-year relationships that have not ended well. The 3rd one was absolutely devastating. So devastating that I have only dated two people in the last three years. I’m pretty sure the last time I was this single, I was 12 years old. I’ve gone a year before….but three years – crazy.

I am so scared to put myself out there again to be devastated. What happens if I have another two-year relationship that ends horribly? Then I’m a single, sad, 37-year-old. Or what if I put myself back out there and decide to date again, and no one wants to be with me. Then I’m a single, sad, 35-year-old.

Why do I want to upset the delicate balance of this awesome, single 35-year-old?

I believe there is a bigger picture out there than what I can see. That one day I will have my “ah-ha” moment where I will realize all of my triumphs and tribulations were just pieces in this beautiful puzzle.

I have faith that one day I will be less-scared and will move forward. But today, I’m focused on being awesome.

Until tomorrow, be awesome my friends!

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 1 – 3

The other night I was just scrolling through my twitter feed and noticed a few tweets from the lovely Miss Mandy Hale a.k.a. The Single Woman. And after searching further, I found this 30-Day Blogging Challenge. And I thought….what a better way to break my writers block than by writing about something I know very well….being single. So, I’m in.

It started on October 4th so I will be blogging day 1-3 in this post….then one a day going forward. Ready? Me too!

Day-1“Just waiting on the right one” is my typical answer. But honestly, I’ve picked so many “non-winners” in the past few years that I am super scared to even put myself out there again. If Mr. Right wants me, he is going to have to show up at my door and introduce himself as Mr. Right, with a list of qualifications and then be patient enough to come back every day because I will most likely close the door in his face.

Weddings are horrible! I avoid them like the plague. I’m so happy for my friends and family that are getting married and I love be surrounded by so much love. And I haven’t always hated weddings. I loved going to weddings in my early 20s with a group of girls or random boyfriends. You know, where there were typically more singles than couples. These days, singles at wedding are children or kids in their 20s.



My favorite single moment(s) will probably sound extremely selfish…but I love sleeping in the middle of the bed. While I do enjoy the company of a man in the bedroom, I do enjoy the ability to sleep right in the middle of the bed, with all the covers and as late as I want – without judgement.



Not only am I loving this challenging, I love the graphics which totally stole from Miss Mandy’s web site –

Until tomorrow!

UPDATE: 13 13’s in 2013

There are 86 days left in 2013…so I thought I’d face the status 13 13’s in 2013 before it becomes completely impossible to do anything about it.

1. Read 13 books for pleasure. I have totally nailed this one!

2. Be 13 pounds lighter by the end of the year (that is a minimum – hopefully more).

  • Well, I’ve got about 15 to go. FAIL….but there are 86 days left.

3. Go on 13 dates. Notice I did not say first dates. If my next date is the man of my dreams, he will count for all 13 dates.

  • Fail. No 2013 dates….but there are 86 days left.

4. Have $2,013 in savings by December 31, 2013.

  • I’m saving….but not as much as I’d like…..but there are 86 days left.

5. Give/Send 13 “just because” gifts or cards to my loves for no apparent reason.

  • 3 out of 13 and I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve.

6. Do 13 anonymous random acts of kindness.

  • FAIL….but there are 86 days left.

7. Complete a west coast half marathon – running/walking/skipping.

  • I’ve got my eye on the Berkley half marathon in November. I will have to walk it and I haven’t thought about training. This is a probable fail.

8. Write and post 13 blog entries a month.

  • I’m at 21 total….for the year. So the first 9 months were a big, fat FAIL. But I can still pull out the last three. I know I will prevail this month because I’m doing The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge. It’s the first thing blog related that I’ve been excited about in a long time.

9. Indulge in 13 “technology free” days this year. No TV, internet, phone, Twitter, Facebook, etc.

  • Well, there was the 4th of July weekend camping trip….3.5 days. Only 9.5 days to go.

10. I will do 13 different types of exercise – not necessarily new, but at least different to shake things up.

  • 5 out of 13 and there is a gym near me that has a ton of classes I plan on trying.

11. I will bring my lunch 13 times a month.

  • I labeled this a fail in January. However, it was a calculated fail. I need my lunch hour to regroup and be social. I’m totally OK with this one going down the drain.

12. I will cook 13 new to me meals.

13. Try 13 new things. This should be pretty easy since I live in an entirely new area but we’ll see.

  • I’m going to say – NAILED IT! Professional baseball game, Lake Tahoe, Pittsburgh, camping, city adventures, new friends, new bars, new places. I would have to be a hermit to not nail this one.

Let’s see how much fun I can have in the next 86 days!! Up next….The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge!



Just A Few Weeks Ago…..

I was on vacation….in Indianapolis. Who vacations in Indianapolis, you ask. Well, those who abandoned friends and family to live in California.

While in Indianapolis, I did lots of fun things which may, or may not, end up on this blog eventually (as I am apparently a horrific blogger). But I will tell you about my most fun adventure with this girl:


BFFs since 6th grade.

And we went to visit with our other BFF. She was so stoked we were there, she sang to us! For like an hour! That’s what besties do!


Kelly Clarkson, y’all! I’m expecting an invite to the wedding…we’re just that close.

Then my hot boyfriend and his band came out to say whassup and sing a few tunes!


I don’t worry about the tabloids and these engagement rumors. Those people aren’t even in our real lives anyway.

Want to see a few more? Thought so!


You don’t know a thing about me!


People like us we gotta stick together.


Seriously, is my boyfriend the hottest, or what?


See you at home babes!

Pathetic captions aside, if you get a chance to see Kelly Clarkson and Maroon 5 – do it. Don’t question. Bring your lunch for a week. Just go.

Peace out!


Off the Grid

This holiday weekend, I am freeing myself from technology. I’ll be glamping. And I am going technology free. No cell. No internet. No Facebook. No Twitter. No horoscopes. No news. No Pinterest. No email. No blogs. (I need to stop typing before I break out in hives.)

The only technology I will use in my Kindle. However, no connecting to wi-fi. If it’s not already in my library, it’s not going to be read by me!

Let me know if I miss anything good!

Happy trails!

My Picker

If that headline didn’t get your attention, I don’t know what will.

As you may or may not know, I’ve been single for an excruciatingly long time. Three years as of August. And I have honestly be OK with that. I’ve been on this whole “getting to know myself” adventure. I’ve dated a few gentleman in that time but no keepers. I’ve been on dating sites, but no keepers, just creepers.

(Side note: It seems friends that I’ve had since grade school believe I moved to San Francisco to become a lesbian. As much as I support equality and free love, I still enjoy the penis. Sorry Niki if this disappoints you and your husband. I’m still pretty bitter about this conversation, obviously.) 

My conclusion: My picker is broken.

Yes, my picker. That little voice inside of me that says, “Man, I really like this guy”. My picker is broken. It hones in on any unavailable, unreliable, unexciting man and makes me do stupid things.

Remember a few days ago, I was drinking “water” and wrote this incredibly silly post about some crush I was having. My picker is broken – point proven.

First, I work with him. I made a rule not to dip my pen in company ink (I think that’s the saying), ever again. Second, he’s a pup and acts like it too. Third, I spent an entire week helping him with a project and did not get so much as a thank you.

Picker = Dead to me

So, there is a new game plan.

SingleGentleman, come and get me. I’m single, fun, not horrible to look at, and only slightly crazy. I am not longer chasing love. Love can chase me.

And that doesn’t mean that I’m going to sit in my apartment waiting for prince charming to knock on my door; however, that would be incredibly convenient. I’m going to get out there and try looking available. I’m just not picking, someone needs to pick me for a change.

“But Lefty – you could be single forever?” Yep, I could. And I could be miserable with some guy with the emotion IQ of -571.

Alone and happy > Together and miserable

Those are my happy thoughts for the night. Sweet dreams interwebs.