I'm looking for my lobster. My lobster makes me laugh, is educated or can stimulate me with great conversation, is my best friend...my teammate, a gentlemen, a world traveler, a family man, enjoys shaking his groove thing, understands my addiction to Starbucks and red wine, enjoys movies and a damn good steak (no A1 sauce please), understands Sundays are for church and football, wants to date me even after he has me, doesn't mind sitting through one of my plays at the Majestic or a sappy movie at the Bijou, is my imperfect perfect.
A perfect day would include sun, surf, magazines, and ice cold beer. My home is best when I am sharing it with my loves....my friends and my family. I enjoy a nice run in the park with my Bogster (my Border Collie mix I found on the golf course - Bogey just sounded better than Birdie). I love music - my year is not complete without attending outdoor concerts and since flippin' San Antonio doesn't have an outdoor venue I will drive to the Woodlands, ATX for ACL, or NOLA for the Jazz Fest.
I am a nurturer by nature, a fixer, always positive...the glass is half full in my world, devoted to my family, the kind of friend a friend would like to have, a dancer, a music lover, a windows rolled down kinda girl, aware simple pleasures mean most, more concerned with your faith than your religion, patient ("you have the patience of Job"), hopeful my lobster is still out there ("Friends" reference -once found lobsters mate for life.)
