Ridiculous Girl

After a nasty separation and over 2 years stuck in the legal process, you start to lose your "sense of self".  Not only do you wonder how people perceive you, but you start to wonder how you are perceiving yourself.  I know who I am, and I know what I want...........but does it come across to others when they see me?  This is something that I very often think about. I looked into the mirror the other day and saw a woman staring back at me.  She had kind eyes, but they looked tired.  She had smooth skin, but it was dry and depleted.  She had platinum hair and.............well, let's be honest.......there's absolutely nothing wrong with platinum hair ;)   I tried to momentarily step out of my body to see what others see when they look at me.  But of course I couldn't.  Because I knew the heaviness that I was going through at that very moment.  It was clouding my judgement. I am a woman who has been through a lot and I  h...

COUCH FOR SALE. Hmmmm...? HUGE COUCH FOR SALE. Hmm.  Nope. (delete, delete, delete) Urgh!  This is so hard! JUST BUY MY F**CKING COUCH.  THE OTHER ONES SUCK. Yeahhh....not so much. I might get permanently booted off Kijiji. Hmmmm..... HUGE SECTIONAL SOFA FOR SALE! Yes!!  By George, I think I've got it! --------------------------------------------------------- Two weeks ago I placed my gorgeous and very huge sectional sofa for sale on Kijiji.   I have been thinking about selling it for a few months now.  The couch is just way too huge for our small townhome.  And the girls seem to end up on top of eachother when trying to play because there's no room.  It just isn't the right fit for our family anymore.   But I just LOVE my couch.  It's big and beautiful and very comfortable.  And, as you all know.....I'm a hoarder.  And I don't like to sell things.  I just want to keep everything I've ever purc...

Once in awhile I'll get a new friend request on Facebook.  Usually these requests are from girlfriends who I knew in grade school, high school or university.   I always eagerly jump to this new online friend's page to see what they've been up to and see who they're still talking to after all these years.     I always love getting to know these people all over again.  It's like finding a new friend in your back pocket.  But you don't have to work as hard in creating a brand new friendship from the start....cause you already did that years ago.  It's a really good feeling.  Kind of like finding a $20 bill in your winter coat after pulling it out of storage.  Isn't that just the best? Anyways, I digress. Just recently I logged onto Facebook and saw that the tiny 2-person icon on my main page had a little red number 1 beside it.   Eeeek!  A new friend!  I quickly clicked on the icon while wondering who ...

....continued from last entry.... I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I looked around the cabin.  Even though none of the passengers were panicking, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. I was afraid to look at Mike.  I couldn't face him after I had just finished lecturing him on how flying was the safest way to travel. We landed in Dayton Ohio within 1/2 hour of the pilot's announcement.  And within seconds of landing, Mike was on a payphone letting his mom know that he was ok.   There was no way that his mom even thought we were in danger....so I was frustrated and irritated that he left my side.  I was still confident that there was nothing to worry about, but if there was, why wasn't Mike protecting me?  My thoughts were interrupted when suddenly I heard my name being announced over the speaker system.  Who knew I was here?  I ran to one of the check-in counters.  The attendant handed me a phone. "L...

This Thursday will mark the 13th year anniversary of the September 11th attacks on the United States. I'm sure most of us remember vaguely where they were the minute that first plane hit the Twin Towers. I remember exactly where I was....... --------------------------------------------------------- "Mike!  Hurry up!  The limo is here!"  I yelled as I struggled pulling my luggage out the door. I stopped to look back at Mike who was hugging his mom for the 20th time that morning.  I rolled my eyes and continued yanking on the suitcase which was stuck in the doorway. Ten minutes later Mike finally got into the backseat of the limo.  His eyes were puffy and red. "Oh my God.  Please tell me you're not crying over your mom??  We're only going to be gone for 3 days Mike!!" "No!  I'm not! (sniff).  Let's go!"  Mike was my boyfriend 13 years ago.  At first, our relationship was fun, and exciting, and romantic. But a ...