Thursday, May 26, 2011

Road Maps

It's been almost a year since I last blogged.
In the last year...

My divorce was finalized...
... and my ex-husband got engaged to his girlfriend of four months, two months after our divorce was finalized.

My sister and I made up... again. It seems to have stuck more this time. It's been 6 months and we're still talking. Win!

My step-sister and I broke up... technically, I was dumped. We were fine. Went to a Brewer's game together and then *boom* gone. I haven't heard from her in 10 months. Proof that there are no trustworthy people on this planet.

I dated two boys, one for short, one for longer. They were both of the same cut and quality, which is to say, not very high. I have no taste in men... apparently, so I'm taking a break. More, more and more proof that there are no trustworthy people on this planet, including myself.

I went to Costa Rica for a month. I wish I would have spent my time there better. It was beautiful, but I was partially homesick for my puppies and one of the above mistakes most of the time I was away. That doesn't mean that I didn't have a good time. I went zip-lining, twice. I walked suspension bridges. I ran on the beach. I ate rice and beans. It was lovely. It's just slightly tinged with regret.

Now, I'm back. Back in my old life. I work. I spend time with the dogs. I am alone. Almost, all the time. I am unmoored and drifting through this life with no purpose and no hope for the future. I have no one, no idea, no plan to anchor myself to.

If I keep busy, I don't have to think about it that much.

I need... something.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

A LIttle Help From My Friends

I've been sick this week. Trivia last weekend must have gotten to me. On Tuesday, I thought I was just still tired and spring allergies were acting up. By Wednesday, I was kind of miserable.

I tried to go to work this morning. Steph and I were supposed to teach a class all day today together. I didn't want to leave her hanging.

J-boy texted me and asked how I was feeling this morning. I told him I felt like suck.

Two minutes later I got a phone call from the Saint.

It went a lot like this:

Saint: You need to go home.
Me: I'm okay...
Saint: You sound terrible. Go home.
Me: I'm not planning on staying all day...
Saint: I can be there in 15 minutes to drive for Steph.
Me: Actually, I was planning to teach my part this morning...
Saint: Do you hate yourself? Go home. I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Me: Ok, mom.

There is no arguing with the Saint. She orders you home, you go home.

The Saint helped out with the class in the morning and J-boy helped in the afternoon. It's nice that there are people I can count on to pick up the slack so I can stay home and be miserable in peace.

Writing this blog was taxing. I'm going to go lay down now.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


I never thought I was one of those people who were affected by the seasons. In fact, I thought that people who claimed that they were affected were full of shit.

Then, the sun came out. I have spent time outdoors whenever possible since the weather started getting nice. I can't get enough of the sunshine on my skin.
On days when I spend time outside, I'm unreasonably happy.
I thought I was going crazy happy.

I'm pretty sure it's due to the weather.
Who knew?

I stand corrected.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Have you tried Special K's Fruit Crisps?
They are fantastic. They are the closest you are going to get to a Pop-Tart for 100 calories.

Hmmmm... remember Pop-Tarts? No, not really. Sigh.

I keep pimping the Fruit Crisps to everybody I know, cause when you don't get junk food, even junk food adjacent is a happy, delicious thing.

But, seriously, they're really pretty good.

You. Are. Welcome.

Monday, March 29, 2010


So, about a month ago I got a Facebook friend request from Dude. I didn't really know who he was, but he lives close to me and he works at the car dealership where I get my oil changed. I thought maybe he was the guy I talk to up there, so I accepted the friend request. I thought, why not?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Why not, she thought naively. Bah!
Dude Facebook chats me now. He's sent me his cell number at least six times so that I can "text him."

Did I forget to mention that Dude is married with a two year old son!!!
You know how I know this? It says so on his Facebook profile.

Why would I text a married man? What would we text about?
Even if I didn't get a Tiger Woods/Jesse James vibe from this guy, it would be weird.

Here's the problem:
He works at the place where I get my oil changed. What the hell am I supposed to do about that? I can't unfriend him. I think he'll notice and then "magically" all the oil leaks out of my car and I have to pay for expensive repairs?
I'm not texting him. That's not happening.
I'm doing my best to ignore him.

Boys are so weird.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Bliss... In Donut Form

There is a treat circle at work that I participate in. Every Monday there is a new treat, red velvet cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies, blondies, etc. Some are good, some are excellent, all are welcome.

This morning, Jigglypuff brought in donuts. So, I had a chocolate iced donut. With sprinkles. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a donut? Years. It'll be years before I have another one, but holy buckets it was good.

Has anyone ever done a study on the addictive properties of sugar? Because when I put that donut in my mouth, the amount of bliss it brought was a little obscene. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

I'm not bragging.... oh wait, maybe I am.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


I hate doing dishes.
I don't know why, I just do. I leave them until they pile up so high it kind of disgusts me or until I run out of utensils to eat with. Then, I finally do the dishes.

I let them pile up this week because every night this week I've looked at them and thought, 'ugh! I can't deal with this tonight!'

And then, when I finally did ALL those horrible dishes tonight, it took less than 15 minutes.
So dumb! Just do it! (Thanks, Nike.)

And yet... right now, I sit here eating pudding with a spatula because I refuse to wash a spoon.

Leopards, their spots and all that jazz...