Hmmmm

I had one hell of a weekend.  A friend came down from Washington for the weekend.  "T" is a down chick.  She knows how to have fun, has a wicked sense of humor, is a SeaHawk fan....but I still like her. I've been extremely blessed to meet some really cool people in Cabo..then take those meetings and turn them into friendships. It's unusual, but how lucky can a girl get?

K and R offered their Tahoe home, and she's never been, so off we went.  K and R met her with me, at the same time.  We were all together in Cabo, so I've nicknamed the group the "Cabo Crew".   Of course this is the 2013 group.  2012 was a whole different group. Someone made a facetious remark and said I only had 6 weeks to get to Cabo and meet Marine 2014 (being that I had a Marine 2012 and 2013)...is opening a can of Whupass too severe on this person?

Anyway, one of the really cool things about the weekend is seeing Tahoe through new eyes. I love it every time I see it, but there's nothing like the first time. It was so fun to walk around, see the views, etc.

The three of us ladies had such a good time playing games, laughing, etc.  I swear, I have a laughter hangover...and those are the best kinds. I hated to see her go, and even she said that it would be nice if we lived closer together.
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Now it is the start of a new week.  I've been thinking about dating closer to home.  No, I do not want to use those websites like eHarmony, or Match.com.  I know damn well that I can be whomever I want to be online.  So why would I go looking for someone who's going to try and be the perfect man?  Yeah, I don't think so.

However...as bad as this sounds...I wouldn't mind dating a man with Money.  Not crazy money, just comfortable money.  No, I don't want his money.  I just want him to leave what little money I have alone.  I want him to buy me coffee and not blink. I want him to be able to go on vacation with me and be comfortable with the whole thing.  Is that bad? Does that make me a money-hungry bitch?

To be honest...I don't mind working men...I love them.  I love that they're independent and hard working.  There is nothing better than a hard working man, and it doesn't matter how much money in in the bank.  But for once, I'm thinking I should look a bit higher.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not sure I'm the kind of girl that can attract that kind of man. But it doesn't matter.  It would be fun...just for once. And one thing I know....I am a fun girl.  I don't have to be the prettiest, smartest or have the best body...but I am fun.

Ok.  I think I'm done for the evening.  G'nite peeps.