Monthly Archives: August 2009

Brand Spankin

Tonight I drank diet dr. pepper out of my most expensive wine glass, watched my cat play on the balcony and thought:  so this is how it is.  Newly divorced, newly single from dating the Mexican, newly “empty-nest mom” of a college freshman, new place to live, new job…  oh my God, I’m Patti LaBelle only sad.

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Grow-a-Pair Crows

Seen in the “adult” section of my new Hobby Lobby:

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Hauling Ass

We have contact!  I have the internet!  (big exhale).  Geez, that sucked – that moving thing.  At some point in the last days of packing up a house to move to a bitty townhome/apartment, I cried to the Mexican that I didn’t think I could do it.  I’ve been working steady overtime and I felt completely drained and exhausted.

The Mexican said to me he knew I could do it.  “And you know how I know?  Because you have to.”

But he also said to not worry because he had my back.  And boy did he come through.  I don’t see how Andrea and I would now be in our new home if it wasn’t for his coordinating the move.

And driving the uhaul.

Where will I go next?

Aw, I think I’ll settle into this cute little townhouse I’ve been trying to clean and organize in the evenings.  I just may stay here for awhile.

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