How YOU doin?

Sometimes I want to give in and jump into the thick of an argument, then I step back and think, it just ain't worth it. I always regret when I give into the temptation anyway.

The rain has been nice, the only drawback is the mud tracked in from the backyard by mi perro.

When I was young I used to have very vivid dreams, especially when I was preggo, then they stopped and I missed the nightly entertainment. They're coming back now. Last night's was a doozie.

I'm almost finished reading Songs in Ordinary Time by Mary McGarry Morris. I have mixed feelings about this book. I don't think there is one character in the whole book with more than one redeeming quality and there isn't one with whom I can identify, but there are several I'd like to shake some sense into. I'll be glad to finish it so I can read Jodi Picoult's Handle With Care which my daughter gave me for my birthday last week. I make myself read a book if I've started it whether I am enjoying it or not.

I've spent the last couple of days with my grandson. I hope he always likes being around me as much as he does now. He's excited about football starting soon. I love watching his games while cringing at every tackle. He's worried he won't make weight to be able to carry the ball. In his league they have weight restrictions regarding who is allowed to run the ball. He's a couple of pounds over at the moment with weigh-ins looming.

Not sure how you found me, rr.com, but message received. Blog checked. I liked your earlier work better and you need to post more often.

Hey now, Eric Bana aka Chupacabra

Tall, dark, handsome, need I say more? No, that old cliche just about covers it.

Dancing Queen

What music do you listen to cheer yourself up?

My theme song is Sweet City Woman by the Stampeders, but, and my dorkiness shows by admitting this, I love Abba. Even some of their sad songs sound like they belong in a pep rally.

And so it goes...

I am home. Actually, I have been back in Texas since last Sunday but I spent a few days at my daughter's. The wedding was sort of anti-climactic, which I figured would happen, but I have a bad habit of blowing things out of proportion. I think I am addicted to angst. Well, maybe not addicted, but given my recent history, I just expect the worst. I'm such a ray of sunshine and optimism.

The ex was there sans the homewrecker. (What a chickenshit) I swear he still looks at me like he loves me, it's freaking disconcerting. Turns out Big D aka Leatherneck aka Yoko Ono aka the "C" word didn't want to be there for her grand introduction to the family while I was there. (She's a chickenshit too) His family treated me as they always have. It was nice. I had to leave the reception/dance early because I had to get up early the next morning to go to Wichita to attend a wedding shower for my sister's son and it sounds like I missed out on some craziness.

I feel the hurt I have felt (wallowed in) after being dumped evolving into anger. It's about bloody time. My 78 year old daddy swears he has a fist with the ex's name on it. His anger kicked in long before mine did.

I have a month before school starts again. Too much free time to think.

Off to see the wizard

Leaving tomorrow. See you later, mis amigos.
Maybe I'll return with a brain...

Maybe a stronger person than I would be further on the road to moving on, but if you'd known me a year ago you'd be able to compare where I am now with where I was then, and you would see that I have made slow but steady progress. I'm not making any apologies for having a difficult time dealing with the demise of my marriage. I had every reason to believe the life I knew would carry on as it had for 30 years. I am only a year into building a totally new identity for myself and letting go of who I thought I was is not easy. There have been many times when I have been angry at myself for not moving at a faster pace, but I am doing the best I can.