Drawn to the music(ian)

I’ve almost dreaded writing this post in a way.  Although it’s been on my mind a lot lately, I just didn’t know what to think of it.  It seems, after much thought and consideration, that I am intrinsically drawn to musicians when it comes to dating.  What prompted me to finally post this was a friend request that I received on Facebook yesterday.  It was from Endymion.  Yes, the one and only.  Even though I haven’t seen him in a year or even spoken to him in a very long time, he evidently still remembers me.

Don’t worry.  I’m not interested in anything with him.  I’ve moved on to greener pastures.  My main point here is that after I accepted his friend request I saw that he has just graduated from a guitar building school.  That reminded me that he also is a musician.  So I started thinking back and trying to remember how many musicians I’ve dated or been out with.  Here’s my list so far.

1. Rocker (you don’t know about him yet)
2. O’Brother (another you don’t know about yet)
3. Curly (and another…)
4. Musicman
5. Yankee Cowboy
6. Bluegrass
7. Bobblehead Nerd
8. Smooth (Ok, I’ll just have to add all these guys to the book. I didn’t realize I had left out so many.)
9. Rocketman
10. Mountain Man
11. Art
12. Endymion
13. Teacher

So, I’d have to say that for me to have never consciously made an effort to date musicians, I sure as hell do date a lot of them.  The more I think about it, the more I remember.  Luckily, after Googling “attracted to musicians“, I found out that I’m not the only woman afflicted with this problem.  Research even shows that women really are more attracted to musicians.  I really like this article that lists the “Top 5 Reasons Why You’re Attracted to Guys (and Gals) in Bands.”  It all makes sense to me now and I know that I’m not some kind of groupie freak who unknowingly seeks out musicians to date.  Whew, what a relief.

Mmm…sexy.

After all this thinking back and remembering and researching, I’ve come to the conclusion that even though I never thought I had a “type” physically, I definitely have a “type” musically.  So I guess it’s a good thing that Teacher is such an awesome musician, because evidently that just makes me want him even more, without even realizing it.

Also, I couldn’t end this post without reiterating my love of Willie Nelson, who as you all know, is an awesome musician.  Could this have contributed to my love of musicians?  Maybe.  If so, then they all owe Willie a debt of gratitude. 

Happy humping & play on!

Mommy Dearest

My mommy does love me!  She agreed to come with me to hear Teacher after all.  Screw my sister.  At least my aunt and my mom still care about my happiness.

At the restaurant we had some awesome food, and when we got there Teacher and Jacket (his friend & singing partner) were ready to go on stage.  I think as soon as they started my mom was impressed. It wasn’t until later though that she leaned over and told me, “I’m feeling it.”  I asked, “Feeling what?”  She simply said, “Feeling it.”  LOL I love my mom.  I know that was her way of saying that she approves of Teacher.

Then he solidified her approval. He sang the following song in a perfectly bluesy slightly churchy style. Mom was hooked.  She even leaned over and asked me, “What did you tell him?”  Evidently she thought that I had said something to Teacher when he and I were outback taking a smoke break.

Just so you know, I rarely introduce men to my family, especially to my parents.  Of the few that I have introduced to them, there was only one who they actually liked, and we all know how that turned out.  So I really don’t hold much faith in their opinions on who I date.  In this case however, since it was only my mother, and not my father or sister giving their approval, I do hold a lot of faith in her opinion.  Not that it would stop me from seeing Teacher if she hadn’t of approved, but it sure doesn’t hurt to know that he gets momma’s stamp of approval.

While we were enjoying our dinner, my mom did mention that the reason my sister was acting like a spoiled brat was because she didn’t want me to get hurt again.  Personally I think that’s just some bullshit line she fed them to make herself out to be the caring supportive sister.  If she cares so much why doesn’t she act like it and instead of being a bitch, just meet him first and then tell me what she thinks of him.  She hasn’t even given him a chance.  No, she just wants my mom and aunt to think she’s the level-headed one who can do no wrong.

They aren’t as naïve as she thinks.  They know that even though I’ve made mistakes, I am almost a decade older than she is and I’ve had a lot more time to live my life, albeit in a more adventurous way.  I live and love passionately, and I’m not going to apologize to anyone for that.  I’m certainly not going to regret any decisions that I’ve made that have helped lead me to Teacher.

I worked it out perfectly so that they could leave early and I’d stay and ride with Teacher. As mom and my aunt left, my mom waved goodbye to Teacher.  OMG.  She approves! Hallelujah, praise Jeebus, and thank the Lawd Almighty!  Now let’s go to church!  Preach it Al!

Happy humping & praise the Lawd y’all!

Top 5 reasons why the Preacher’s Daughters might get arrested

1.  Public intoxication

Actually this one probably happened on a regular basis a few years ago.  However, my sister rarely drinks anymore, and I only drink when I’m out with Teacher.  So we’ll reserve this one for holidays such as Halloween, St. Patty’s Day, and New Years Eve.

Sunday night (Cinco de Mayo) when I was with Teacher I did drink several beers by the fire.  He told me later that he could tell I was getting a little drunk.  I asked how he could tell and he said I “get cuter.”  Hehe. 

2.  Driving while under the influence

As you all know I already had my little run in with the law over this one and I do not want a repeat of that.  Twenty-two hours with Big Bertha in a freezing cold, overly bright jail cell was plenty for me.

3.  Driving like a drunk granny

Last night as Fallen Angel, Little Bubba, and I were coming back from dinner we got pulled over.  She and I both said, “What’d we do?!”  She wasn’t speeding.  Her tag isn’t expired.  We had no idea.  To make things worse, Little Bubba was in the back seat and he said, “Mommy I’m scared.”  (Unfortunately he had acted up all night & I jokingly told him that if he didn’t behave I’d call the cops.  Bad idea.)  I had to reassure him several times after that the cop/sheriff’s deputy was the “good guy.”

Evidently, per the sheriff’s deputy, she was “driving 10 mph under the speed limit and weaving.”  Her truck has rattled lately and it sounds like a raccoon is under the hood, so she’s been trying to take it easy and not drive too fast.  She told the deputy that was why she was going so slow.  He said that was ok, but she was also weaving and he just wanted to make sure she was alright.  He also said “it’s your lane and if you want to use it all then that’s fine.”  (The funny thing is that I tell her all the time that she weaves too much, but she never believes me.  Finally I have proof!  LOL)

He let us go on our merry way after that.

4.  Failure to pay outstanding traffic tickets

This one seems to plague me and Fallen Angel.  She got a ticket last year for having an expired inspection sticker, and to my knowledge she never took care of it.  Of course I still have a couple of tickets that I’ve got to pay from when I was living in the Big Easy.  That was another reason we both sort of panicked when she got pulled over last night.

5.  Cavorting with 17-year-old boys

This one goes back to last year when I was talking to a guy from OKCupid.com.  His profile said he was 18, but he turned out to be only 17.  Once I found out, I quickly put a stop to any and all sexy talk and receiving of pictures from him.  The threat of jail time was enough to scare me straight, and it prompted me to change my search to only guys 24 years old and up.

That wasn’t my first encounter with a 17-year-old though.  Back when I was 22 I had a one-niter with my cousin’s co-worker.  I didn’t know the guy was only 17 until after the dirty deed was done.  I also didn’t know he was a virgin until it was too late.  We live and learn, as the old saying goes.

So there’s my list of the top 5 reasons why the Preacher’s Daughters might get arrested.  Thankfully I’ve only been arrested once, and my sister has yet to make that dreaded call to the Preacher from a jail cell at 2:00 am.  Hopefully she never will, because if she does…I’m not bailing her ass out of jail.  Not after the way she’s been treating me lately.  By the way, she’s still being a bitch from hell.

Our mother and aunt are set to arrive tomorrow.  It’s going to be a little Mother’s Day visit.  The only thing I’m looking forward to is taking them all out to dinner Saturday night.  No, I’m not looking forward to paying, but I am looking forward to having them meet Teacher and hear him perform.  His duo is playing that night at the restaurant we’re going to.  Hehe.  See, I’m still capable of being a sneaky bitch myself.  Fallen Angel hasn’t completely captured that title.

Happy humping & drive safe!

Burning Love

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire

Sibling Rivalries: The preacher’s daughters from hell.

As many of you may know, I love my sister.  We usually get along good enough and at times, we can make each other piss our pants laughing.  This is not one of those times.  I’m fighting the urge to take a Xanax just to calm my nerves and my temper now.  Instead, I choose Metallica and I write.

A few weeks ago Teacher came over to the house at about ten one night.  He had lessons that night and didn’t get done until about nine, so he made the hour drive to see me after he got done working.  Just that he made the effort to come see me when he didn’t have to was enough for me.  I was happy just to see him.

We had planned on hanging out for just a little while, maybe watching a movie, but things happen and we ended up having sex.  Now unfortunately, I didn’t realize how squeaky my bed is, and my sister was briefly able to hear it.  That pissed her off.  What pissed me off was that she wouldn’t even come out of her room to meet him when he got here in the first place.  Her major complaint other than the squeaky bed, was that he came over so late.  Well, not everyone is unemployed and sits on their ass or plays with horses all day like she does.  She doesn’t even bother to clean the house anymore.  It’s a disaster.

So anyway, the next day she made it a point to chastise me for having him over so late and for having sex in “her house.”  I think I’ve lived here long enough to say that it’s not just “her house.”  In fact it’s not even “our house.”  It’s my parents house, and soon to be the bank’s house.  So my sister better get off her ass and start packing and coming up with a plan before she ends up living with my parents again.

But, alas, I can’t tell her any of this because she refuses to listen to anyone.  She always thinks she’s right and knows it all.  Every time I make a mistake, she never fails to remind me of it a dozen times.  Yes, I know I’ve been a big ol’ hoe.  You don’t have to remind me of it every other day.  However, when she makes a mistake, she acts like it never happened.  Remember that time in the van where she fucked a stranger in the back seat and then swapped places with Horse Whisperer?  Yeah, me too.  We all know how ugly I can get when I lose my temper.  I don’t want that to happen again.

It’s very frustrating living with this type of person.  Maybe that’s why we’ve never lasted more than six months living together.  This is the first time that we’ve almost made it to a year, and if I was able to I would have moved out long ago.

Tonight I got home from work a little early.  She said that her and Little Bubba were going to meet a friend and asked if I wanted to come along.  They were going to do horse stuff so I said no.  About ten minutes after they left she sent me a text.

Sis:  “He needs to be gone before I get back.”

Me:  “What?” (Because honestly I had no idea why she would think he’d be coming over.)

Sis:  “I don’t want your bf there at night with [Little Bubba] there.”

Me:  He’s playing somewhere tonight & he’s not coming here. Stop being a bitch.”

Sis:  “Hell no.  I’m not being a bitch. You fucked that up.”

At this point I’m really confused.  Could she really still be upset about that night which was over three weeks ago??

Blah, blah, blah…

Sis:  “Great. Don’t bring him to the house.”

Me:  “I’m not.  It’s too embarrassing for anyone to see this mess.”

Evidently that shut her up because she didn’t say anything after that.

I just don’t understand what’s wrong with her.  She’s hated every man I’ve ever dated, even some that she never met.  She hated my ex-husbands too.  I have never treated her boyfriends the way she treats mine.  Granted, she hasn’t had that many, but still…I guess what it really comes down to is that she is a selfish, using, controlling bitch most of the time.  If she weren’t my sister, it would be very hard to love her.  I think Little Bubba is the only thing that keeps us from getting really nasty with one another sometimes.  Thank God for him.

I think that once I get another car and move out of here, and once she moves back to where my parents are, I will have to limit the amount of time that I spend with my family.  All they do is make me angry and depressed.  I can’t live with that in my life anymore.  I’m moving on to better and happier times, with or without my family.

Yeah, I know.  It’s another one of my declaration posts.  Well, it’s either that or I go downstairs and start throwing her stuff in the yard and make a bonfire.  Hmmm…nah.

Happy humping!