Hard tellin’, not knowin’.

December 12, 2010

And so I’m back…from outer space. Well, actually, I’m back from Cape Cod. I finally moved and I’m finally blogging again. So much has changed in my life since I last blogged. I don’t have any clue how to catch everyone up so I’ll try to come up with this synopsis:

  1. I got divorced. It was a major ass pain, but pretty quick as far as marriage ending things go.
  2. I got involved with a fuck wad guy named Mike and moved in with him for awhile, until that went to hell, too.
  3. Simultaneously moved in with one of my very best friends, Eric, and had a mental breakdown. Seriously, it started on moving day. But enough about that…I’m sure that’ll come back up (like bile) in future posts.
  4. The mental breakdown caused me to do something very drastic…move back to my hometown of St. Louis.
  5. I reunited with old friends and there was much merriment and rejoicing. Eben has been loving St. Louis and even my dog seems to be happy here. Hey, what can I say? His happiness is important to me.
  6. I met my current boyfriend, Jamie, on June 9th (one day before what would have been my wedding anniversary) and despite my horrific track record, we seem to be doing really well together.
  7. I have become addicted to quilting/sewing and this blog is a way for me to ween myself off of my own personal sweat shop.

So there you go. I left out gigantic chunks o’ stuph, obviously, and perhaps I’ll be able to get back to that stuff or maybe I’ll just let everything rot in the past and concentrate on my fresh new present. As they say on Cape Cod, “It’s hard tellin’, not knowin’.”

In a week, I’ll be heading back to the Cape with Eben for Christmas. I’m actually really excited to go, which is a great sign of healing because I couldn’t think about going back without PTSD-like symptoms kicking my ass as little as a few months ago. It’s a testament to how well things are going in my life. It’s also a testament to how much I love and miss Eric and my parents. Eric especially. He’s been a constant part of my life and Eben’s for so long that it just feels weird not having him around. I thought I would miss him less as time went on but actually the opposite has happened. At any rate, I plan on spending a significant amount of time just drinking beer with him at the house while the dogs give us reasons to mock them.

That’s all for now. I have to ease into this. Oh, and since I last wrote an entry here, I’ve started smoking again. I blame the fuck wad Mike.

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Pain in the neck

January 5, 2007

I have this really weird thing that happens to me sometimes (like now, for example) : My neck spasms for no particular reason and then I’m stuck in a position that has me looking at my left foot for about 3 days if left untreated. Exciting as my left foot is, I’ve elected to do this instead. I just spread out on the couch and put a computer between my face and my left foot….simple.

I know you’re thinking, “Oh good! It’s about time she blogged!” I’m really irritated, too, because this neck bullcrap has gotten in the way of my writing my note to the horse-poo simpleton. Also, it was a fantastic day today, temp-wise. I really wanted to be out there, burning some calories by leaping over dung heaps like so many hurdles. I guess this just isn’t my day.

Instead, I hung around the house in excruciating agony. At one point I wanted to get off the couch but my neck had frozen in the position it was in and every time I tried to move it, tears kept trying to jump from my eyes.  <Blatent attempt at sympathy>

Also, I discovered that while a 12 week old German Shepherd puppy may be wonderful in general, it is an ASS PAIN if you can be pain free only when looking at your left shoe.

The eldest Corgi (makes him sound more dignified than he is considering lately he’s been walking around with poo stuck to his butt….WHY IS IT ALWAYS ABOUT POO LATELY?) can go upstairs but is too scared to come down. Well, he ran upstairs an hour ago, but my neck (and the fact that he’s got poo-butt) prevents me from carrying him down. I guess George will have to do that (heh!)  after he comes home with Taco Bell (Shut up. Taco Bell is calorie-free when your neck is in spasm. Look it up.)

So I was watching this show on National  Geographic and I realized that, although I loved them as a kid, I now think they’re terrible.  Anyone who believes in some sort of sweet natured lovable God should watch these fuckin’ things. Seriously. Either the baby zebra is horribly mauled or the baby lion starves to death. Survival of the fittest is right. Pretty terrible. I actually found myself feeling sorry for an ant who was being tricked and then eaten alive by some sort of grub-looking creature. Bah. Now I’m really really depressed.

Oh goodie. George is here with Taco Bell.