tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60697896004377450342012-02-01T20:51:05.076-06:00"...dare to be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not..." - <i>Henri-Frédéric Amiel</i>Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.comBlogger1951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-38213757099343966052011-02-14T15:41:00.002-06:002011-02-14T15:47:01.547-06:00

Yes, it's been a long time. Life has just been happening and I've had some projects I've been busy completing so writing just wasn't in the cards for me. Anyway, life is just so strange sometimes.I actually went out on a date -- if you can call it that. I met a man for coffee out at a Starbuck's after he gave me his number. It was a disaster from the get-go. I barely knew his last name (and that

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After drinks with a friend a few nights ago I came home and sat for a while until the tipsy had all but drained out of me, leaving just an edge of loosened inhibition. I had checked to see if BiB had responded to me and he hadn't. That edge started in on me, poking at me to go ahead and pick up the phone. So....I did. He answered within the first few rings and we chatted for over an hour.

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Very few people in my life can stir my pot like Grey can. I know he doesn't mean to do it and he'd probably make a concerted effort not to if he realized that he was; he's the type that prefers things stay on an even, steady keel. I know that and so I try to serve him up as little of it as I can, mostly because I don't want him to make that effort. And why? Well, if I'm honest it's because

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Life sure can hand you some seismic twists. I was a fool to get lulled into the confidence of thinking that these sorts of things couldn't happen to me any longer. I was a fool to think I was immune to the effects.The last couple of years I've settled into a pretty consistent pattern. I get up, I go to work, I hang with friends, I may play some video games or watch some TV, I go to bed and get up

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Not much. How bout you?Since vacation ended I've been busy. I came home to a whole new set of job responsibilities and the last couple weeks have been a whirlwind. Even though there's been a lot of pressure put on me with these new tasks I think it does me good in the long run. I've found my job more interesting recently -- always a big plus. I also have much more ammunition in the raise

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Checking in!I'm back from my vacation. The parents and the kiddo and I had a great time. We ended up driving about 2700 miles total. It was a bit more rushed this time around than it was 2 years ago since we'd added one destination (Chicago) to our itinerary. This time around was a lot more tiring for my parents -- so much so that if we do it again next year or a few years from now we'll take a

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I've got a vacation coming up. I leave for the midwest in a week's time and man, am I ever looking forward to it! I need some downtime. I love going to that part of the country. It's my childhood home and where I feel most connected. It's a chance for my kiddo and my parents and I to have a lot of laughs and bond and travel. We're planning to drive a total of about 2,000 miles when all is said

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This'll be a short little post this time around. It's late and I should be in bed. Instead I've been surfing the net looking at pictures of that gorgeous man, Ian Somerhalder. He plays Damon Salvatore on "The Vampire Diaries." Now if HE was a vampire in real life he could bite me anytime he liked.....Er, as long as he gave me some notice. Maybe a few weeks or so. Why? So I could go get

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Where to begin?Mr. Epic Fail stuck his head out of the sand on Thursday night. And here I thought he was gone! I should have known better and won't make that mistake again.He was drunk, as usual. It seems the only time he's ever willing to really talk is when he's drunk.He was on and on about how much he needed me, wanted me, blah blah blah. that he was half in love with me, that I was

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I had the weirdest dream last night. It was something about riding on a train and traveling through Europe or whatever, but even weirder was sitting at a round table talking to someone while my mom dissected her father's torso like some bizarro scientific lab experiment. And even weirder than THAT? It didn't seem weird to me that she would be doing that. I would love to know what all that means.

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Earlier this week the ex texted me and wanted me to meet with him and Yo at a local restaurant to talk over some things about the kiddo. It was in regards to an interesting dilemma that I'm sure many parents of gay and lesbian teens face -- "should she have sleepovers with friends that are girls?" We had a long talk about it. Some things were said that I took exception to (mostly about the

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Let's see......1) It's All For The Best moment -- Mr. Epic Fail of the previous post has bowed out of the ring. That's quite all right by me. I haven't missed him a bit.2) Great news of the week -- HD told me last night he just might be able to get to the States! I'm thrilled about that and will make a herculean effort to meet him wherever he may be. It might be (probably will be) my only chance

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What a difference a week makes. The ball has definitely been in my court and I've made some choice plays. The one I made the night before last was the most telling.For background, he and I chatted on Skype a bit last weekend and as a result he's apparently assumed he's got some leeway with me permanently because I decided to allow a bit of it temporarily. Initially I thought that might've been a

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So when it rains, it pours.About three weeks ago an online chat turned into what I'd call the chat version of drunk dialing. I saw him in IRC and messaged him to exchange a hello how you doing and before I knew it he was flirting, teasing and suggesting, his tone definitely different than his normal reserved attitude. Confused at first by this change (he'd been keeping me at a careful distance,

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There's a certain amount of freedom that comes to you as you get older -- at least for me personally. As a girl and young woman I was very rigid about what I thought was proper behavior and very hard on myself/good with excuses when I didn't live up to it. I'm now finding that rigidity is loosening a lot. I'm more sure of myself and less concerned with what others may think about what I do or

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I don't get to spend as much time as I'd like with some of my friends. There's always something going on and before you know it, you look up and a year or five is gone. Just gone. You never know what's gonna happen tomorrow but somehow you let day after day go by just like they'll always be there to waste. I'm as guilty of it as anyone.Today Grey and I chatted online a bit. We don't get a chance

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Still here. My new job's been crazy and my gaming has been consuming. Oh, and I've been sick with bronchitis as well. When I have the time to sit and think about things and come up with a decent post I'll be sure to put it here. Other than that, there's only one tidbit I can think of:A few weeks ago the kiddo called from school. This initially concerned me and I was about to lecture her on

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My kiddo has had a difficult time in her short years finding a church that accepted her for who she is. She would attend other churches with her friends but found that while they preached love and acceptance, the reality was much different. She could never find one that would acknowledge that she could be the person she is and still believe in a Creator. Instead, otherwise supposedly mature

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My last commenter prodded me to update. All right, then, let's discuss fantasy and reality.Some people use fantasy -- games, etc -- to escape reality. To avoid reality. I do that at times, just like everyone else does. I did it a lot the last time I played before I divorced.This time, though, I'm finding my needs are different ones. Oh, there's still a little of the need to escape, sure. But for

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During the time the ex and I were married he worked at a number of manufacturing plants in their accounting departments. He made friends over the years with a few of the other accountants and line managers and kept in touch with them for some years after leaving the jobs where he'd met them.One of these friends of his popped into my mind today. I don't even know if the two of them stay in touch

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I've been sorely neglecting this little blog. I've been neglecting a lot of things the last couple weeks because I've been indulging an old habit/hobby of mine -- online gaming. I have tried various avenues for this -- most notably WoW -- but the constant grinding and farming for quests just wasn't able to hold my interest as much as the heavy roleplaying systems based on the Neverwinter Nights

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Filed in the "just when you think you've seen everything" file....I have an imaginary point system when it comes to men and I'd wager most women (and men!) do too. Like most people, I have automatic deductions and additions that I apply. Do you smoke? Sorry, no. Are you really listening to me? Score! Look like you haven't bathed in a while? Bzzzzzz, move along. Are you into me without

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Listening to bluegrass makes me feel like a child again; it stirs up a deep sense of nostalgia that other genres of music don't manage to do for me on a consistent basis. Disco makes me feel like dancing, the blues bring me down, jazz makes me feel mellow or cool, and rock? Rock is harder for me to narrow down because it inspires many different feelings in me depending on the lyrics and tone of

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They say, "Ignorance is bliss." They also say, "Know Thyself."Well....which is it? You can't have both.Ignorance of sitations and events -- such as when someone you love takes a risk or if you did without realizing how close you came to danger -- can be blissful. It's often easier to accept loss of control if you're not even aware that you were out of it. But I don't buy the saying when it comes

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“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. ~ A.A. Milne --Pooh might not have had the word for what he felt but he knew how primally pleasurable it was to feel it. And it is so

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...but they won't slow down/the roundabout."Those lyrics have been bouncing around in my head for the past hour or so. So much of life seems routine and predictable and then -- every once in a while -- something comes along that shakes you out of your self-imposed coma. It's really hard to stand back and let that something drop away and force yourself to step back into the routine. You find

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You just gotta read this!

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It's come to my attention that I've neglected this little blog (thanks, BFF!) It's true, I have -- my attention's been elsewhere for a month or so. No, it's not a man. Perish the thought! Besides, there's only one man I can think of that I'd bother making time and effort for at this juncture in my life and he's simply not available. What's that they say? C'est la vie? Yes, indeed.My excuse,

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Death.In this week alone I've experienced three of its aspects. Death by old age. Death by disease. Death by accident.I've attended three funerals this past week -- well, two funerals and a viewing. Thoughts OF death and ABOUT death have been foremost in my mind.. . .Grey's grandmother passed away. She was in her 80's. I think of this as a death due to old age even though one could argue

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I haven't ever done this in my blog but there's a first time for everything, right?I am enamoured of this watercolor, drawn by an artist/illustrator named Rachel Clare Price:Isn't it lovely? The colors are fabulous and the movement in the swirls and shades of the dress is sublime. A print would look so wonderful on my wall!I've linked to her blog, itslikeart, in my bloglist. Go check her out....

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What's good enough and what's a dealbreaker? When we learn about something that shakes us to our core, how do we know if it's something we should walk away from because it's indicative of a pattern or if it's something we can adapt to?I think a large part of that answer lies in how well we know ourselves and how secure we are in being who we are without needing something external to help

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....there is a season.My exh's mother has been diagnosed with Stage 4 gastric cancer that has metastasized to her bones. A preliminary endoscopic biopsy had come up negative but the doctor, saying he knew he'd seen something, insisted that the test be done again. This result confirmed what he'd seen. The next steps (treatment, pain management, etc.) are dependent upon results from another, more

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I've moved into my new place and finally feel like I'm settling in. There are still a few boxes to unpack and place, a few pictures and art to put up, and a few pieces of furniture I'll have to rearrange (including the 6 ft long, mid-century mod credenza I'm buying today for only $45 - sweeeeet!) but for the most part it's beginning to feel like home.Putting a bit of a damper on all my excitement

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Questions about faith -- faith in general, not just in the religious sense -- have been a part of my life for a very long time.I don't think too many people operate under a complete absence of faith. I feel safe in saying most of us accept there are unknowns in the world and that those unknown things can and do have direct and profound influence upon human lives. We're all also aware that just

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Monday afternoon, at her invitation, I met with Yo after work. We spent a few hours chatting over coffee. I don't know what my expectations were going in and I really tried not to think about it all that much. There was some initial nervousness, definite hesitation, and qualifications offered up for statements before they were uttered. To her credit she brought up what she called the "white

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Sometimes the choices we make are instinctive ones driven by some internal compass pointing us in a certain direction even if we're not completely aware of its motives for doing so. My impending move, a desire that has risen more and more to the surface in the last few months, is one of these.Last week my roommate asked me in a delicate tone (as if worried how he was handling the question), "So.

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My apartment search ended this weekend with my John Hancock on a great little one bedroom place both near my office and not very far away from where I'm living now. It's tucked away on a side street behind a suburban subdivision instead of on a busily traveled road. The complex is clean and well-maintained and feels safer than most of the places I've looked at so far. The price was right, I get

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A conversation I had yesterday about my daughter...."I don't agree with her lifestyle. Of course I love her, that goes without saying. But if she asks me if I agree with her choice of lifestyle I won't feel right lying to her. I'll have to tell her that I don't.""So you think it's a lifestyle?""I think it's a choice, yes.""I see." Long pause. "So.....okay. A choice. So you could choose to

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I've been looking for a new place. I checked out a sweet little garage apartment today and if it had been 100 sq ft bigger I would have taken it. It was built in the 40s and had dark wood trim and a blue-tiled kitchen floor. It had charm and I could really see myself there. Unfortunately, it had a tiny little bathroom as well as no place to store much of my stuff -- just one small closet and

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Many people who know me well make it a point to tell me they believe I'm a pretty self-aware person. I try like hell to be, so I take their words as a very high compliment. I feel a sense of pride when they say that because it means my internal efforts are externally noticed. Who doesn't like that?So it frustrates me all the more when I'm confronted with a brazen example of the breadth of my

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I've been wondering for a while whether I chose wisely when I decided to pursue a paralegal certificate. I've been working verrry part time at a lawyer's office since January and it's been a bit of a tough row to hoe. I've enjoyed the people I've been working with but I haven't always enjoyed the work. I haven't been learning as much as I hoped to learn because there's simply not enough time to

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Well, it's (sort of) official, at least in my mind. If I'm not celiac, per se, I'm definitely affected by wheat. I haven't eaten wheat for a week or so now but I decided to have a fried egg sandwich last night because I was lazy and didn't want to fix anything else. Ugh. This morning I feel as bloated as a beached whale. So yeah, it appears that it's time to re-evaluate my diet and make

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I had a dream last night that I'm sure was a reflection of how I passed the evening.In my dream I was standing on the porch of a farmhouse I recognized as my grandparent's home back in the midwest, wearing a 1940's cotton dress and with a washbasin cocked on my hip. I was absorbing the night air when I noticed how still the creatures of the night had become. Not even the cicadas were singing.

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I had an interesting weekend. I went to visit a man I've known for about fifteen years now, off and on. Through the years we'd get in touch periodically but the last time we actually saw each other was about ten years ago. He and I have been back in touch for a couple of months and have been speaking on the phone every once in a while, catching up with our lives in the interim. We kept talking

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You know how you get those days when all you want to do is get in the car and drive? Go nowhere, really, but just go? Listen to the music pour from the speakers and wash over you as you let everything weighing you down just empty out of you?I'm having one of those days.I thought about Grey today when I heard some Kenny Wayne Shepard pop up on my mp3 player. I texted him and we chatted a bit. Just

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A co-worker brought his son into the office today. The boy is about four or so. I can hear the kid chattering away and I've seen him wandering about carrying his coloring books and clutching his crayons. The women in the offices surrounding the perimeter of the father's desk keep coming in and clucking like mother hens over this kid. They laugh and hover and supervise, and it's annoying as

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I noticed that exh's family have welcomed Yo into their fold and make her feel like one of them. she looked comfortable amongst them as well. If the shoe was on the other foot and I was the second wife of some other family I'd want to feel like I belonged, or alternatively, I would want my family to be able to actively embrace another man that I loved and brought into the familial circle. Many

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I've been performing a little experiment this weekend. I've gone wheat- and gluten-free.I think I mentioned before how bloated I've been feeling? Well, I've lost about 5 lbs from what I weighed at the doctor's less than a week ago. I don't feel bloated and my energy levels are pretty high. I'm not sure if the change in diet has anything to do with it yet, but it's sure not hurting me.I'm going to

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I've been a little sad lately. I haven't felt like blogging much, at least not here. I do a genealogy blog that I've done a bit of work on, though. It's cathartic.Nearly 15 years ago now I met my first real "cousin" doing genealogy that didn't belong to the last two generations of my immediate family. Her 3rd g-grandfather and my 4th g-grandfather were brothers. We bonded immediately, although

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A few things on my mind today.....The kidney stones are gone! Apparently I passed the little buggers sometime in the last four years, thank the stars. The x-ray I had on Friday didn't show a single one.Yes, an x-ray. My kidneys were still hurting so I went. That, and I couldn't.....well.....you know. Get "things" moving? Still can't to a great extent and there is a lot of that hanging around up

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I went to the gym today to do a short workout/introductory session with a personal trainer -- it's part of the package deal when you sign up. It wasn't a difficult workout but it did give me a bit of insight into some details.First off, I weigh 137 now and I have a 36% BMI. That means I'm considered obese. Obese? GAHHHH!!!!! I have 49 lbs of body fat and 88 lbs of muscle/bones/lean tissue.

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I haven't measured myself this week to see if I've lost any more inches but it sure doesn't feel like it. I've been eating like a pig and only working out 4 days a week the last couple of weeks. I'm paying for it, apparently -- I've felt bloaty and miserable. I'd love to blame it on PMS or "that time of the month" but I can't. I was neutered way back in '01 and haven't had to deal with any of

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I weighed myself on Friday and I weighed in at 135.5 lbs. I measured myself on Sunday night and I've lost 1 inch on my hips, waist and chest and a 1/2 inch on my thighs. I've gained a 1/2 inch around my biceps and calves.Boo yah!I'm a petite lady at 5' 0" but (other than in high school when I was thisbigaround) as I've matured I've developed into what I call barrel-shaped. Thank my German

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New job is still going fine. I've become fast friends with the office manager. She and I are only a few months apart in age and we seem to think alike and find the same things amusing. She's taken to me as fast as I've taken to her. We work very well together and she's got the patience of Job, I'll tell you what!She tells me that when and if she finds work elsewhere -- the reasons for which I

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The new job is going as well as can be expected. I've been thrown in the deep end and I'm handling cases and drafting documents. I feel like I'm burning the candle at both ends but I want to make sure that I don't look like an idiot. I've been telling myself today that I simply have to stop getting all stressed out. I woke up this morning with a bit of stuffiness and the realization that the

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I've been told there are many hidden benefits from going to the gym and I can tell you right now, I'm a believer. I know all about developing bone density, preventing cancer or diabetes or heart attacks. I know it keeps you younger and keeps you healthy longer.I just didn't know it could also benefit you fiscally.So fast forward. I go and I meet this very nice girl that works out at the same time

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So today is Valentine's Day, which incidentally, might have been part of the reason why Yo didn't want me to show up today. That hadn't occurred to me until yesterday or the day before, hah! Shows how much this holiday really means to me. Hell, even when exh and I were still together we didn't celebrate it except for perfunctory card-giving because I hated (and hate) all the pomp and

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So I got a call from exh last night. He asked me if I could possibly wait until Sunday to bring the pork over to his place. I began to silently chuckle as I asked why."Don't even go there. I don't want to go over this again," he said in a half-exasperated, half-resigned tone of voice.My chuckling grew audible. "So this has something to do with Yo?" I asked, playing my best Captain Obvious role."

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It took long enough but it finally happened. Yo had her first little insecure mini-meltdown about the way that exh and I deal with each other.Exh has been storing a few pieces of furniture for me and has also been using an old chest freezer that my parents gave us that's nearly as old as I am and therefore doesn't have sealed freon. I didn't need it at my current apartment and was afraid if it

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Ergh. Still on decongestants and guaifensin. Still a bit coughy and a bit stuffy without them. I swear, if these last two weeks are anything like what I can expect from allergies I'll just save myself the trouble and the expense and cut my nose off now. I can always breathe through my mouth. Still working out and still cursing it with every last breath, although this morning in spinning

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Strep, Round Two.I was just getting over my strep when I had a bad allergy attack -- the first real one I've ever had since I've just developed the damned things over the last 6-9 months -- and it spiraled me back into the cycle. Drainage = irritated throat = infection = strep. I'm achy and bitchy and all the other -y's that you can think of. I called my doc and he gave me another scrip for a

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So I joined this gym.Starting on the 13th of January I worked out an hour each day up until this Tuesday, when I came down with strep. I went to the doc on Wednesday, got antibiotics on Thursday, and spent my weekend recovering while busying myself scanning in all my old family pictures and genealogical documents.I've now recovered from the strep and am back at work. I went to work out today for

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Happy New Year everyone!Let's see......where to start?The holidays were fine. Rather enjoyable, as a matter of fact. I didn't feel the heavy obligations that I always felt when I was married so -- because I didn't HAVE to go to all these places -- I enjoyed going to the few I did go to. (My parents with the kiddo, in other words.)The roommate and my friend Queen are dating...well, whatever passes

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So my master plan for becoming someone to envy after my divorce isn't working out all that well.I have levels of ideal floating about in my skull. There's the ultimate ideal (that goes without saying, right?) and then there are a couple levels of ideal that are lower than the ultimate but still very desirable. There are even a couple levels below that where I'd be content. Even my ultimate

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Today would have been my grandmother's 108th birthday. I thought about her a lot this morning, Dan Fogelberg's "Same Old Lang Syne" running through my head.My grandmother was born in 1900 in a small town in the midwest, the youngest of seven children. Her father was French by descent and a farmer as well as a tintyper. His father had died years before from milk sickness, otherwise known as

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I got a flu shot this season but it's probably not the flu I need to be worrying about. A lot of people in my office have been sick and instead of staying home they come shuffling in, hacking and coughing and sniffling. I can't stay home to avoid them, so I end up swimming in the miasma of germs they cast off. Grrrrreat.Tis the season and all, right? I know something's going around. The

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Yo texted me this weekend and asked me out for lunch next weekend.I kept telling myself I'd ask her but I just kept putting it off. There were all kinds of reasons why it was a good idea for me to do the asking -- be the mature person here, help the transition, make the effort to soothe some jealous edges -- and only one real reason why not to. I didn't want to, there was really nothing to say.

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I've decided to take a more novel approach to a recurring problem that I've been having with my kiddo. The problem is school. She's uninterested and her grades have been slipping. Although some of it can be attributed to her father's wedding (her language teacher said she noticed a rather sharp downturn about three weeks ago and ex said that Yo's son is also acting out a bit at his preschool) I'm

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The historical election is finally over, and thank goodness! I swore to myself that if I had to sit through another political ad I was going to commit violent atrocities upon myself or others. Some simper, some plead, some accuse, some persuade, some uplift, some tear down. Doesn't really matter to me. All are variations on the same theme. It all comes down to a simple fact -- whether they

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Lately I've felt like giving up. I haven't been filling out job applications and instead I park my ass in front of the TV and stare at it until the day turns into night and its time for bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I think about picking up a book but when I do I fall asleep, or get bored, or I think I don't have time to plow through 500 pages.The frustration I feel is palpable. I want out of my

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I've always believed my ex was a bit more emotionally developed than many men, but now I've begun to wonder how much of this development was his own and how much was dependent upon my feeding him the proper signals.Some months ago the ex and I had a heated phone conversation about his impending nuptials and how fast he'd moved with Yo, and some of my behavior during that call was something I

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I spoke to BiB last night for the first time in months and he stayed up a little later than usual talking to me. It was nice. Seems he's doing fine. He mentioned that it was an odd coincidence and he thought it funny I should pop on to Trillian after such an extended period away since he'd received a gift from another character, a chest that I'd instructed he be given in the online RPG we used to

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Ex and Yo came over this evening to drop off a washer and dryer for me. It's our old set; they decided to use Yo's. It got dented on the way over because some nimrod teenager rear-ended them on their way over. His insurance was 2 days expired so ex gets stuck having to deal with his own policy's uninsured motorist coverage. Luckily no one was hurt. I have yet to find out if the washer even

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Shopping with my kiddo was the theme for this past weekend. We went shopping a total of three times without dragging of feet or whining about having to actually go, which -- I believe -- is a record for us. The first time was for a bra. The second was at this cool vintage shop in the arts district. The third was at a ritzy department store's discount outlet. I'll speak of the bra last.Now my

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I've returned from a weekend trip to Baltimore to stay with some friends I hadn't seen in about a decade. I was able to fly free as I had some miles to redeem but my options were so severely limited that it was nothing short of highway robbery (do you realize how many miles you have to log to even get a free flight, for chrissakes?) As a result my trip was very short, only a day and a half.

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This week my workplace has placed six giant bags of M&Ms in the freezer for everyone to snack from at will. Now I don't mean giant bags like the ones you get in the store. I mean 48-count fishstick bag size! Everyone who knows me knows that I looooooves me some chocolate so putting this stuff for me to grab right there in my company freezer is like supplying an addict with his daily dose of

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When you're in any relationship there's a lot going on under the surface. There's pushing, pulling, compromising and making do, or saying things you don't really mean just to smooth things over or to keep the peace. Or saying things you do mean at the time because your emotions are swelling and you feel drunkenly full of them. Or maybe the other person's issues or words or proddings have

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I spent the greater part of the afternoon sitting at a down-home country restaurant chatting with my kiddo. Over chicken and dumplings and coffee for me and root beer for her, we talked about a lot of things. She did most of the talking. Me? I mostly listened. I liked it just fine that way.Unless you happen to subscribe to the idea of reincarnation that says you're supposed to be living all

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I find box-thinkers more and more irritating as I grow older. You know the types -- without empathy, without tact, without the slightest desire towards self-examination. Assured that their own opinions and thoughts are the only proper and correct ones. Things go over their heads. The blinders they wear prevent them from realizing that there is a vast difference between being correct and being

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Guess which one I'm having?Chocolate, of course. Sex is highly overrated. And chocolate lasts longer.* * * * *Let's see......roomie is off to the Great Northwest for a week, my BFF is getting hitched tomorrow, I spent the weekend with kiddo and she and I had a great time at Queen's house (who is recovering from major surgery that I hope does her a world of good) watching "

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Sorry about the long absence from the blogosphere, which is mostly explained by a long vacation to the Midwest. I returned on Sunday and took yesterday as a much-needed recovery period from the long drives I've done in the past week and a half. All total I drove through eight states and logged more than 2400 miles.It was tiring but very enjoyable. I travelled with the parents and the kiddo.

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I'm seriously grossed out.There are a lot of good things about my roommate. So far it's been pretty easy living with him, all things considered. He gives me plenty of space and is generally pretty laid back. But sometimes -- like now -- I have to question his sanity. Here's why.The other night after dinner I was relaxing with a glass of wine and happened to notice he was doing the dishes. He's

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I am unlike a lot of women in that I only have less than a dozen pairs of shoes in my closet. There are my black heels and my white heels, dressy and rarely used. My black flat sandals that tend to slide off my feet so they sit in the back of my shoe tree. I have two pairs of sneakers, one for the angel side of me and one for the devil -- one is a white pair of Keds and the other is a black and

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Tonight I submitted my last assignment for school. I will find out by Wednesday if I passed, although my other grade in this segment of the course was an A so I would have had to fail miserably to get anything other than a passing grade. So for all intents and purposes, I have graduated. I've earned my paralegal certificate.Now on to the resume building and the recruiters and the job searching

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Things are going better now. All my tests came back normal, even my thyroid. Well, borderline normal. I firmly believe that my thyroid has been spiking and when it does, it sends me into these crazy, shaky episodes. Whether or not my labwork shows me anything concrete, I know my own body and I know that I am symptomatic on occasion. I am pleased that I don't have any serious health issues --

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Sick again. Sore throat and the beginning of congestion. I've got no more sick time because of the pneumonia I had in January and precious little vacation time because of the trial. And here it is only June.I'm stressed to the max. I'm imagining things I never used to consider at all -- health issues, general obsessiveness. I feel on edge all the time. My sleeping patterns are strange; anyone who

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My roommate has a job now, finally, so I get an average of three hours alone every day after I get home from work. It's been fantastic! Of course when I finish with my own school and secure a "real" job I won't have that time, but then again, I'll be making plans to find a place by myself. I'll be a big girl!There was this issue I haven't mentioned it in here yet because I wanted to make sure

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Eh, life's been throwing me a few curve balls lately.I've been dealing with a number of strange "symptoms" over the last month, some of which are almost assuredly physical and some that might have their origins in anxiety. I've experienced a number of warm flushed feelings, following by shortness of breath and numbness and tingling in my hands and arms.The symptoms I've just described, I've

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Sorry about my absence. Dealing with a few health issues and more than a few homework assignments. Will return as soon as all that gets straightened out.

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Grrrrrrr.......---How Fat WorksQuestion: The masses of fat in our bodies are made up of millions of individual cells called adipocytes. There are two differences between fat stores in obese and in lean people. Obese people have a larger total number of fat cells, and their individual fat cells are larger, plumper, fuller of fat. What is it that controls these differences? Is there, perhaps, a

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I went out for coffee last night with Music Man (MM for short), my guitarist ex-coworker. We met at a Starbucks about five minutes from his place and ended up spending a little over an hour drinking and chatting.He looked the same as I remembered though it's been at least three or four years since we saw each other last. He's only a few years younger than me but no gray yet in his hair, which

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I'm so proud of myself! I did what I said I'd do and left my old coworker (I should say ex-coworker, since he's not old) a voicemail last night, saying I'd like to get together for coffee sometime this week if he had the time and inclination. He called this afternoon while I was at work and we spoke briefly to set it up. We'll be meeting up for coffee tomorrow night to chat a bit and catch up

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I may have discovered what caused my little medical incident a few weeks ago. I was eating sunflower seeds and suddenly got that same warm flush/rapid heartbeat feeling I did the last time. Thinking about it, I remembered using those sunflower seeds in the power bars I'd made and ate an hour or so before my first incident. So hm, am I allergic to sunflower seeds? Maybe so. I do know I'll avoid

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I was finally released from jury duty yesterday evening. I served on a criminal trial, one that (I've been told) received a bit of national attention. It's certainly garnered more than enough attention from the news media in my area of the country. Having avoided the news and radios and the like for the last week, I was not aware of its import in the legal world. I'll be interested in reading

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Yes, the blog has become a splendiferous burst of color. So much better than that drab miserable blackness that was there mostly because my life felt that way a few years ago. I felt it was time to sweep away the old and insert the new.I'll be away from the blog for a few days. I am serving on a jury. It will be a valuable lesson as I'm currently studying for a career in the legal profession.

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I'm not sure that the ex and I have broken up yet. Oh, we're divorced all right, and have been for months. But broken up? You be the judge. This morning I got a call from him. He'd received a text from his sister-in-law about plans on Friday. Though her text didn't say it, the plans involved a birthday party for her son that she wanted our kiddo to attend. (She'd also texted me about the

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We'll be back to our regularly scheduled program as soon as a) my provider decides it'll fix my internet service in a consistent manner instead of letting it appear and then disappear in small bursts, and b) my place of employment decides to stop blocking Blogger.

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I had a good weekend with the kiddo, which included introducing her to the sardonically comedic pleasure that is Blackadder. I have to admit that I am so proud of myself for doing a bang-up job of raising that kid well. Between Seinfeld, the Monkees, Sex In the City, Monty Python and Blackadder, she'll have a veritable sea of sarcastic, witty one-liners to draw from when needed in all her future

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It's really hard to deal with when someone that you know understands nothing of what they speak of tries to pass judgment upon you. Of all the things that turn me off of religion or its practitioners and/or adherents to the ideals behind it, that would have to be my number one pet peeve.I realize that we are all subject to our prejudices in one way or another. That's a given and I'm not immune

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Spoke to BiB tonight after a rather long hiatus.I'm not sure yet how I feel about it. I'm wandering the apartment with some port in hand, wondering what to do to keep myself occupied. V is out of town this weekend going to visit some chick in a city a few hours from here. I've definitely been looking forward to having the place to myself and I'm enjoying it, don't get me wrong. I plan to do a

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