The Grass is always Greener on the other side of the fence… or is it?

How many times have you heard the cliché, “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence”? It’s one of those quaint little clichés your parents spouted off to you as a child, right? And the premise behind this, of course, was that once you were on the opposite side of that fence you would feel differently or will have regrets about your decision.
When it comes to dating I think you’ve all experienced the “grass is always greener” phenomenon in one form or another. Either you were the horse that jumped the fence and went off searching for “greener pastures,” or the one left behind in the paddock while your mate ran free. At some point, the one who did the jumping took a look back and noticed how green that grass was inside the paddock and wanted to return because they had come to the conclusion that “the grass wasn’t greener on the other side of the fence.”
Now I know you all date different people for different reasons and the same can be said for why you may part ways with those same people. You may let some people “jump the fence” because of a difference of opinion or simply because you want different things in life. You may “jump” because, although you loved them, they weren’t ready to love you, at that time. There are too many “what ifs” to mention. Each of you can fill in your own reasons for the “jump to the other side of the fence.”
So here is my question for you all to ponder; just so you know, there is no right or wrong answer. For every person the answer will differ depending on the persons involved and the circumstances. What is right for one, may not be right for another.

If that horse came back tomorrow, and was sniffing around your paddock, what would you do?

The way I see it there are a few options and I’ll list them for you. Would you…

A) Open the gate and let them in, but leave the gate open, so they could roam free (in essence, running the risk of becoming one of a harem).
B) Open the gate and let them in, but quickly close it shut behind them, because you don’t ever want to run the risk of losing them again.
C) Leave the gate firmly shut, since the past is best left in the past, never to be revisited.
Some people can learn that “the grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence.” It’s all a matter of personal choice as to whether or not you would ever let that horse back into your paddock. So, I’ll ask again, what would you do?

This is an older blog that I previously posted for another site. I am adding it for content.

Murphy is a Bastard…

I want to tell you a little story about Murphy. You see, Karma might be a bitch, but Murphy is a downright bastard. He comes along and tries to mess up all the best laid plans of mice and men (women too!) This is the story about how I beat Murphy at his little game and will continue to do so at every opportunity.

I had a date with a man that I had been seeing for a few weeks. The man in question was a total dream. Tall, dark, Italian, and sexy as sin. My goal for the day was to spend the day with him, getting to know him better, and for him to get to know more about me. That’s it.

It turned out to be the BEST date in my dating history. It was also the WORST. Now you may want to know how a date can be both the BEST and WORST at the same time? Well, I will tell you. Murphy showed up and brought his Law with him, but I brought my attitude! I was not gonna let that little punk get the best of me.

The day started with my date picking me up for a fun filled day on his boat. We were going to spend the day on the river, tubing and swimming. The weather forecast was for a sunny , 90 degree weather. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was perfect! I donned my bikini, packed us both a lunch, and off we went. We got in the boat and started down the river, enjoying the sights. There were sailboats and cruise ships and we had quite a few discussions along the way. Apparently, he was enjoying the sights along the way too, one of which was my cleavage. While he was perusing my assets, he failed to notice a tug boat pass. Now I don’t know if any of you realize this, but tug boats create a fairly good size wake. He didn’t notice that either.
Here we were, going along at a fairly good clip and then he realizes that we are about the hit the wake. HOLY SHIT! I have two seconds to grab on before the boat is airborne! I’m holding on with one arm, looking like Tinkerbell, flying! Then it’s back to reality and damn, what a hit! We bounced about 3 times and he quickly motored back. In the meantime, the bumpy landing caused me to hit my arm on the steering column, and my hip on the side of the boat. By time he got the boat under control and to a halt, I was on the deck, holding my arm, because I seriously thought it was broke, and trying to catch my breath. We both looked at each other and he asked if I was ok. What did I say to him? “Dude, if you didn’t want another date, all you had to do was say so! You didn’t need to try to make fish bait out of me! Jeez!” He laughed, helped me up and got ice for my arm and hip. “You’ll do,” he said.

The day progressed and we were having such fun. We laughed and flirted and headed for a little cove to anchor and swim. Silly us, we were so wrapped up with all the flirting that we didn’t even notice the clouds approaching until it started raining. Now, I’m not talking a little shower here, people. I’m talking deluge. The great monsoon! One minute I’m standing there, looking oh so cute, in my little bikini with my hair all done, and the next, I look like a drowned rat! Murphy has conspired against me! He took one look at me and struggled not to smirk. So what was I to do? I was freezing! It was pouring rain and I was cold. I jumped in the river. WTF! I was already wet, right? And since the boat didn’t have a canopy, there was no shelter to be found ON the boat, I figured the next best place was UNDER it, more specifically the bow. Besides, the water in the river was considerably warmer than that which was falling from the sky.

We played in the river, in the rain and he told me that couldn’t believe that I wasn’t freaking out about my hair getting messed up from the rain and the day being ruined. I told him that in all honesty, if we were going to be swimming, my hair would have gotten wet at some point, so why get bent about it.

We ate our lunch on the deck of the boat under a tarp. Not exactly the most romantic of settings, but then again, it kind of was. After all, it was just he and I, in our own little world. He mentioned the other incident with the tug boat. After all, the day had not exactly gone according to plan. Nope, it sure hadn’t. But in a way, it had, because I had planned to spend the day him. I accomplished my goal.

I had a great relationship with this man for a number of years. He later told me that if I had thrown a hissy fit over the little things, such as my hair getting messed up, he would never have gone out with me again, because he wanted a real woman who could handle life’s ups and downs. The fact that I could laugh at the situation and myself endeared me to him. It also gave us both great memories that I will always treasure.

The moral of the story is that you can plan who you want to be with, but not what life will throw at you on any given day. Sometimes you just need to be able to roll with the punches. If you sweat the small stuff, you may just let a great person pass you by.

Murphy might try to throw a monkey wrench into your plans, but he only wins if you let him.

I wrote this post a few years ago for another forum.  I am adding it here for content.

Life with a Rat Terrier

Life with a Rat Terrier has its’ moments. My girlies have made me laugh, cry and cuss. On a good day, they are pure entertainment and love. On one of their evil days, they can try the patience of a Saint.

Today was a good day. The girlies played with each other and Abby “spoke” to me with her ball in her mouth, telling me in her own special way, she wanted to play catch. When I ignored her, she dropped the ball and chased her tail or hind leg, running in a circle until she was so dizzy she couldn’t stand. Bonnie just wanted to cuddle. She is my snuggle buddy. I must admit, it was kind of hard to set up the blog site with a pooch in my lap, but I got it done. It took a little longer, but I didn’t mind.

Last week, the girlies were heathens. Abby ate the shirt off Dad’s back (literally), and chewed my sheets. So far, she’s chewed 4 sets of sheets, 2 comforters, 3 blankets, ate holes in 2 pairs of jeans (while Dad was still in them, mind you), and 2 shirts of Dad’s. It wouldn’t be so bad, except everything she eats is new. She has expensive taste. Bonnie just ate the carpet… You may be wondering how on earth a dog can eat clothing while someone is still wearing them. I wondered that myself. It seems that Dad likes to nap on the floor and have the girls run up and down his back. It was his version of a mini-massage. Apparently, the girlies tired of this game and Abbey found a new one of her own making. Dad just slept right through it. I’m convinced she chews my bedding out of spite. She can be a little bitch.

I wouldn’t give up my girlies for the world. They keep me company, like now, and bring joy to my life. They also cost me a damn fortune! All in all, I guess it’s a fair trade…


Welcome to Life is a Rat Race! I’m glad you took the opportunity to check out my blog site. I created this site as a means to post blogs written about my POV on life.
I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. I am single, female and a redhead. In other words, I’ve been known to have a temper. LOL I live on the East Coast in a Podunk little town with my two rat terriers (hence the name of the site). I am one of three children and the only girl born in two generations, so it’s safe to say I was a tad ruined by my grandfather. My rats, or the girlies, as I like to call them, are my babies. I date…sometimes not so successfully, but that is for the blogs. I tend to have a slightly sarcastic sense of humor and more often than not, I eat leather because my mouth works faster than my brain.
I hope you enjoy reading what is written here and welcome comments other POV’s besides my own. Sometimes, my blogs are written just to make people think. Other times, I write solely for my own enjoyment. Some people may recognize some blogs I will be re-posting that were written in the past by myself for another forum. These will be marked as such.
Take care… 