It has come to my attention that since I have been so immersed in writing this Journal the following situations have occurred:
1) Laundry: We have no underwear. Even the emergency supply of older underwear is now dirty and lying beside the over flowing hamper.
2) Errands: We are out of kitty litter.
3) Dusting: It is so dusty in here that it has been suggested that if anyone were to accidentally drop a seed it would take root and grow.
4) Dishes: We have no clean dishes or flatware. The dishwasher is full.
5) Health: Nothing's getting firmer if there's dust on the Bowflex!
6) Communication: I haven't opened the US Post office mail in a month. I haven't talked to my mother in over 6 weeks.
7) Beauty: My roots are 3 inches long.
8) Maintenance: There is a Christmas wreath hanging on our front door. All my houseplants have died.
Needless to say, I need to get my priorities in order, stop procrastinating, and get to work. So I am going to have to stop blogging on a regular basis, and just write one whenever I get the chance. I need to stop writing, and turn off the computer. PUT THE MOUSE DOWN AND STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. LOL. I could write an entry about that. If I had the time that is. But I don't, so I'll have to save that idea for another day. As soon as I finish this cup of coffee I am so out of here. That laundry is as good as done. I'm not even going to sign on later to see if I have any mail. I'm already doing so well. You won't be seeing MY screen name lit up. Nope. I should write a new 'Away Message' though. Something like, "I'm sorry. I'm not at my computer right now, I am busy cleaning, shopping, doing laundry, opening mail, calling my mother, exercising and putting away all the Christmas decorations." It would be rude and uncaring not to put up a message. Just because I'm busy doesn't mean that I can't be friendly. Uh-oh. I think Ray is walking over to pull the plug! He's yelling, "Go towards the light, honey! I mean the DUST!" Isn't he just too cute? I should write an entry on all the cute things he does! But not today. Sigh. OH ALL RIGHT! Don't forget me, guys!! I'll be back!
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Controlled Substance
Friday, February 20, 2004
My Debut Part II
My Debut Part I
Thursday, February 19, 2004
I'm going in...
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
My Destiny Part I
My Destiny Part II
Monday, February 16, 2004
Are you talking to ME?
Thursday, February 12, 2004
But will you still love me tomorrow?
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Just TELL her!
Monday, February 9, 2004
20/20
I hate wearing glasses. At this point in my life it's just one more thing that I put down and then can't find later when I need them. Unfortunately, I can't read a thing without them. Like menus. If I couldn't tell that I was holding it upside down, does the waiter think that turning it around for me will make a difference? Since I can't wear my glasses in the shower how am supposed to tell the difference between the shampoo and the conditioner? The more powerful and expensive an anti-wrinkle cream is, the smaller the tube is that it comes in. Who do they think will be straining to read that microscopic print? Price tags. While shopping the other day I could have sworn that the price tag said $12.50. The cashier rang it up as $125.00. Those decimal points are so damn tiny. The thermostat. I gave up trying to see the numbers on the display. The heat in our house is usually somewhere between sweaty and chattering teeth. Remote Controls for TV. Most of the time I just push any old button and watch whatever brings up a picture. If I accidentally hit the 'off' button, I can always sign onto the computer. Microwaves. If you want me to heat it up for you, be happy with barely warm unless you like liquid molten lava. Watches. If you ask me what time it is, the best I can do is hold out my arm so YOU can look at it. I also noticed that they stopped making seconds hands recently. Caller ID. What good is it? Unless one of us is wearing our glasses when the phone rings, we have no idea who's calling. Cell phones. I have all my most frequently dialed and important phone numbers programmed into mine. But half the calls I make are to the wrong people. I can't tell the difference between their name and the person I really wanted to talk to. No big deal though. By the time we hang up I probably won't remember who I wanted to call in the first place.
Friday, February 6, 2004
Even The Surgeon General has it!
Thursday, February 5, 2004
"REAL" men...
Sunday, February 1, 2004
Tossing in my hat...
As the weeks after my separation and divorce went by I found myself becoming braver and more confident. There was so much to learn about being single. It took some time but I discovered that it wasn't ... fatal. That might sound funny, but after being married for 28 years, the thought of being middle-aged and single was terrifying to me. At the time of my divorce the youngest of my 3 children was 19 years old, but all of them were still living at home. Since we had to sell the house the kids decided that they would all rent a townhouse together. If I were keeping a running tally I'd say that at that point I had lost my husband and marriage, my house, my car, and now all 3 of my children at the same time. I remember my best girlfriend saying, "Don't worry. It can't get any worse!" A week later I lost my job. She never said that again! And I hadn't even gone through the breast biopsy or the pacemaker insertion yet. Good thing I have such a good sense of humor. Once when my ex-husband was visiting me in the hospital he said, "I think I got rid of you just in time!" We both laughed. It was true. If it werent for the divorce I never would have met Ray. But the road to meeting him was like a roller coaster; lots of twists and turns, frightening, unexpected plunges and ... I screamed a lot. My kids, my friends and my co-workers helped me get through it all. I started writing a Web Page about my misadventures being a DWF in New Jersey and my quest to find true love and happiness. (I cant wait to read the ending to see how it all turned out.) In all honesty I have to say that most of my experience as a divorced woman came from
Chat Rooms.