The Irreverent Widow

The “Date-Us-Hate-Us.”

Sandi — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 17:52:31 +0000

A few months ago, I realized how much of my life force was being sucked out of me by dating the wrong men. And, sometimes, dating the SAME wrong men more than once! Shocking, I know, in light of my “Wash, Rinse, Repeat” dating story… but yes, dear reader, even I make errors in judgment. This realization led me to go on a “Dating Hiatus”….something I’ve done before, but have never really done wholeheartedly…and for the right reasons. Before, I’d say something like, “I should really stop dating and concentrate on my work and my children.” Of course, after 3 weeks of no dinners out (and, even more distressing, no kissing and/or sex)…I would always cave. Probably because I didn’t REALLY mean it when I said I should stop dating. In reality, I still had my heart set on finding the right man. Finding someone to fill the void left when I lost Drew. I still felt that the rest of my life wouldn’t make sense without that puzzle piece being replaced.

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AARP(eeps).

Sandi — Fri, 28 May 2010 15:43:26 +0000

Earlier this week, I received a piece of mail that once again left me wondering about the state of our so called technologically advanced civilization. I walked into my kitchen and casually leafed through the unwanted pile of envelopes and useless flyers from a variety of stores I never shop in. And there I saw it….lurking beneath a circular. Four sinister letters, emblazoned upon the corner of an otherwise un-noteworthy white business envelope: AARP. The American Association of Retired Persons. Or People. Or Peeps. For those of you actually of retirement age, peeps is slang for “people”…I’m not making reference to those yellow marshmallow chicks served up at Easter. Although I think an assisted living development filled with marshmallow chicks playing Mahjong would be something to really look forward to in my later years.

WANTED: Soul mate…with throw-up bowl.

Sandi — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 13:16:01 +0000

There are two sounds that can simultaneously awaken me from a deep sleep…and strike fear into my heart. The first is the sound of a gargantuan pine tree falling onto my house (see my “Oh Tannenbaum” blog post from the end of February). The second is the sound of a child. Vomiting. IN MY BED.

Love, Marriage. Horse, Carriage.

Sandi — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 16:06:02 +0000

(I may have written this story a few years ago…but it continues to ring true, dear readers!)

After being involved in a variety of dating situations with a variety of men…and after experiencing a variety of levels of frustration…I eventually realized something that was rather disturbing. And very, very sad. Many men have been married…many men have ended up divorced…yet, many of these men have never really been in love. They got married, but they weren’t head-over-heels, madly and passionately in love. Never. Not even on their wedding day. This was shocking to me. Truly. I suppose I just always imagined that all people felt the way that Drew and I felt about one another when we tied the proverbial knot.

The sausage incident…revisited.

Sandi — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:22:52 +0000

Ok, so I wrote this story in the early summer of 2008. And I just had a repeat of the same incident. Except all three of my children were in attendance. I was still annoyed…but I didn’t end up throwing myself onto my bed and weeping. So I guess I’m making progress in the grieving/healing department. Phew!

Happy Birthday, sweetie.

Sandi — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 14:07:08 +0000

Today would have been Drew’s birthday. His 50th. Yikes. I always know I’ve come a long way in my grieving process when I’m awake for an hour or two before it dawns on me, “Today would have been _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .” (fill in the special occasion of your choice). In the early days, months and years….I’d live in dread of the upcoming holiday/ anniversary/birthday, etc. Eventually, I didn’t live in dread, but what would happen was almost worse. Because I’d be going along, living my life…aware that one of these special days was approaching, but not really focusing on it. Then…BAM! ZOWIE! it would suddenly be before me and I’d just fall apart.

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Oh Tannenbaum.

Sandi — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 02:47:41 +0000

Dearest, most patient and forgiving reader: It feels like an eternity since I’ve penned my last blog post. Last night, however, brought an event so traumatic…so life-altering….so memorable… that I could barely keep my fingertips off of my keyboard when I finally got the chance to reflect upon it this evening.

Open Me

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:47:12 +0000

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Me

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:46:40 +0000

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Feed Me

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:46:00 +0000

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Find Me

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:45:27 +0000

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Light Me

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:44:47 +0000

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Right Now

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:43:52 +0000

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Support Me

Sandi — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 14:46:43 +0000

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Aunt Edna’s Naughty Salt & Pepper shakers.

Sandi — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 15:46:52 +0000

Ahhh…I remember when my friend’s Aunt Edna used to have these out on her holiday table….next to the tiny reindeer that were hand-carved in Germany… and the sterling silver bowl filled with her festive Christmas balls. Poor Aunt Edna is no longer here, but luckily for us, her naughty salt and pepper shakers live on. And remember, please don’t save these for the holiday table…life is too short not to enjoy them all year long! *

“Swan Song” Mug

Sandi — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:13:47 +0000

Turn that frown upside-down with a frothy cappuccino….served in your own very special white, feathered mug! This elegant mug comes from the estate of Madame Monique Le Bateau…a ballerina who, in her final years, could no longer perform en pointe due to an abundance of bunion surgery. Her Russian lover, Vladimir, told me that the loss of his soul mate has made it too painful to drink his vodka from this cup, but he begged me to find someone who would cherish it. Could that someone be you? *

My Lunch Date with Ben Affleck

Sandi — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:14:34 +0000

Surprise and delight your date, gentlemen. Do not surprise and disappoint!

Balls of Steel= Dating Success

Sandi — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:13:59 +0000

Toss the lacy little thongs and keep a pair of these in your panty drawer, Ladies!

Male Plumage: Dating Entertainment for Women

Sandi — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:13:34 +0000

"Male Plumage: He -Men Return to Elegance"

Sheet Music: Dating Entertainment for Women

Sandi — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:12:45 +0000

Do not settle for crumbs, ladies!! What we can learn from vintage sheet music.