How did you get my number?

When does friendly "catching up" cross the line?

How bout when the text after I say "I'm getting married" , reads "can you get pictures on your phone?"

Or maybe its when I don't respond, the next 6 text are some derrivative
"No, okay"
"Sorry, I just want to send you a picture of me and my daughter"?
"Did I say something wrong"
"Why won't you talk to me"

All this when I ran to the store and left my phone in my purse. Its three days later, and without another text fro me, I wake up to two more text.

So now I'm wondering how did this dude get my number? Also, while I won't label this guy a creep, I never "hung out" with this person. He's not someone I'd call a friend, and in fact I only "knew" to be polite to him because he was in an organization I had some respect for... Most importantly, I'm wishing I had a "block" like Facebook or AIM...Polite 'I am declining your FRIEND status.

No, I don't think I'm better than this guy. In fact, part of me sympathizes, thinking Aww, he must be a lonely guy reaching out? The other part of me is thankful for Facebook privacy settings.

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In other news, let's see...I'm moving to SNOW, year round. Yeah, kind of a big deal, past Canada, up to the Northern Lights to live with Santa. I'm going to be an elf, ftr. How am I with the decision? Well, its not my choice. As I told many a peeps before, I'm a Military Wife first. That means, he moves, I follow. Period. So, I better be Yay,candy canes and moose because
Like it or not, that's my life for the next FOUR Years...Did I mention I was going to apply to be an e
Elf? I'm really excited about the possibility of striped socks. ;)

Speaking of occupations, I'm now a housewife...as the hubby and I decided, there's no real reason to work these next four months...um, yeah. How am I handeling that? Let's see, badly.

While the Martha Stewart gene didn't altogether skip me, it has been repressed. After all I didn't get 5 degrees to be suzy home-maker. But I do get to spend time wedding planning...and well, that Has to be done. Its almost a full time job. Almost...

Other news? I am "Wifey" of the year, as I decided to let the Hubby get the Uggliest Chair in the World. Yup. Mossy Oak in recliner form. The Big Man, "magnum series" catnapper, with heat and massage. I think a guys balls must grow two inches just by sitting in it...sigh. So, yeah. He's the envy of all his friends, I'm the good/cool/insert some complimentarydescriptive- wife.

Truth be told, its very comfortable, and no lies, I'm already seeing the days I get to rock asleep in it. Speaking of sleep, I now have a kitty on my chest, signalling its about time I go back to sleep.

xoxo,
DCGG