I’ve had plenty of other things to help keep my mind off of X. Today the hoofed one and I rocked the house. Unfortunately for me, I’m very superstitious and winning the practice round does not bode well for the real deal. Better to tank first, instead of peaking right before the big event. Hopefully, I’ll be proven wrong on Saturday and Sunday when state medal finals kick off.
I can’t talk about why but I need to take a break from this blog for a while. Some pretty heavy duty shit happened this evening involving the N-Man and until that’s resolved, it’s best for me to not be openly talking about my life here. If you know me through any other boards I’ll still be around there and, although having another child is suddenly not at the top of my radar, I’ll still keep up on my choice parenting blog as well. But for now, here. Mums the word.
And if you have any spare juju or prayers to send my way, I’d greatly appreciate it. When things get to a point that I can talk about it, I promise I will.
Apparently, edaname beans is quite mouthful to say when you’re only two and a half years old. Some days I really wish I had a translator.
I mentioned a while back that I had some pretty deep thoughts running through my mind, serious, life changing thoughts. No, Dana, I’m not moving away. I’m stuck in Denver so long as X is here, and we all know he’s not going anywhere. But yes, I’m ready to start opening up about what’s been on my mind. Starting this blog has been an unbelieveable spring board for connecting me to other amazing single parents, both moms and dads, and showing me that I’m absolutely not alone on this journey. I hope the new blog will do the same in that area. While it is single parenting related, it’s really a specific subcategory of single parenting and a blog worthy topic in and of itself. So, with no further fuss, I give you my new,other blog.
Yes, I will definitely keep rambling about the random ins and outs of life with the N-Man and dealing with X here so please stay tuned and don’t abandon me!!
The single most wonderful, simple childhood pleasure revisited.
That’s how long it took to go from this…
The frumpy, dreaded, look like a mommy, I don’t have time to blow dry a hair style for an hour, perma-pony tail that I loathe loathe loathe, to this…
the 30 second run sticky product through it and shape and go, boy cut that isn’t for everyone but is definitely, very much for me.
There was an extraordinarily brief moment as I sat in my stylist’s chair staring at the not quite thinned or shaped, jagged edges sticking out every which way mess and thinking, What have I done?!? But by the time she finished applying the goo and I walked out of the salon, I came to remember why I absolutely fell in love with short hair in the first place. What is it about a drastic change in hairstyle that is just so liberating?? Freedom, sweet freedom. How I love thee!!!
I miss blogging. I desperately want to get back up on the horse. I have brilliant, witty, exposes bouncing about my brain daily but am once again feeling censored. But as would happen in a publicly published forum, there are people reading my blog, stalking it really, who I don’t want here. I can’t control it but come on. Just because something is public doesn’t mean you HAVE to read it. I have traffic monitors on this puppy. I know who you are and how freakishly often you are checking in on me. (As I make all the readers who just wonder where I’ve gone entirely paranoid that I am talking about you.) And as a result there are just too many things I want to say and discuss that I am not free to. I hope that this alone will serve to get you to MYOB and you’ll find other ways to amuse yourselves. But until that happens, here shall I sit, mute. Or perhaps I just need to load the bounce software that automatically redirects unwanted IP address to such unpleasant and not so subtle places as this. I’d really rather not have to resort to that., though. So please, you really should know who you are, just move on.
We’re back from vacation but, in addition to a stuffed Roo, Mickey Mouse ears, and a plethora of memories, the N-Man came back with a 104 fever. I’m going on day two of no sleep, up all night with a puking preschooler, so please forgive me for making you wait for a recap. Perhaps this will tide you over.
