Never a dull moment
I need another long weekend for the long weekend I just had. If I had to pick one actress to portray me in a biography... I'm thinking I'd go with Rene Zellweger in Bridgett Jones style.
Bugger.
Friday I picked up my kids from the STBX's office, dropped them off to spend the morning with their Nana and my neices. I spent Friday morning and afternoon getting the rest of our furniture and toys out of "the STBX's house" (still legally my house too.) I had tried to make the STBX a trade offer on the furniture. I offered him two new dressers and the kitchen table & chairs in exchange for my kids bed frames and mattresses. He didn't take the offer so I was going to have to buy new beds for the kids. I was kind of panicking because funds are low, but I knew something would come thru. Indeed something did. The STBX's aunt and my mother are friends. My mother mentioned I needed beds and the STBX's aunt said she had two twin beds mattresses and all that I could have for free. So not only do I still have the dressers and kitchen table but now I have two free beds as well. Interesting how things always work out in my favor.I wasn't really very excited about being at my house (the STBX's house) again, but I was suprised to find that it didn't really bother me so much. I have detached myself so much from that house and home that it didn't even seem familiar anymore. I was a bit apprehensive... I just wanted to get our stuff and get out and that's exactly what I did. Now there is nothing that ties me to that house except my name on the mortgage and title.I loaded the kids up on sugar and took them back to the STBX's office. (What was that kids? You want a can of Mt.Dew and a chocolate float from the chocolatery? Not a problem! Drink up.) I think I even smiled at STBX and waved as I drove out of the parking lot. "Bye asshole, have fun taking the kids to the grocery store after work!"
Yes, yes I did.
I also went down to the station and filed a police report on those stolen items out of my storage unit. My homeowners policy will cover it, so I decided it was probably the thing to do.
Saturday my day was spent moving everything of ours from my parents house to SLJ's house (my new home.) A friend of mine got one of those 26 foot race car hauler trailer that we jam packed and trekked across state line to my new home. I warned SLJ that I had a lot of stuff. I did not lie. Let's just say that his garage and exercise room and the whole upstairs is in chaos. Furniture, boxes and clothes everywhere! I've been on my own for twelve years. Between me and my kids, we've accumulated a lot of stuff. I even took 4 or 5 bags to the Goodwill. I even gave some things to my mom. I just have a lot of stuff and having it all in one location is challenging now. But SLJ is being a good sport and working hard at finding a place for everything.
We ended our moving day by watching the Gracie vs. Hughes fight on pay per view. Ah, that was a good one. I'm fairly new to the UFC, so it was a toss up for me. I was happy to see Hughes buy the house and kick Gracie out of it. I've always been a boxing fan, but this UFC stuff is so cool. I'm diggin it.
Sunday I sent SLJ to the gas station for fuel to fill the lawn mower. I like to mow. I like to push mow to be exact. It's exercise, art and therapy all at the same time. Anyways, SLJ came back w/ fuel and a cigar. I just stared at him and asked where mine was. He looked at me sideways and asked, "Have you even smoked a cigar before." I looked at him, like duh, and replied, "a couple of times. Last time, I shared it with a stripper." He chuckled, then realized I was serious and said, "when was that?" And of course my answer was "on my 25th birthday." Like duh. So I had to give him the run down on how I was celebrating my birthday at a strip club, right after I got my tattoo, the stripper just finished giving the STBX a lap dance, then came over and shared my cigar with me. SLJ blinked a couple of times and lit his cigar and said "I love you 'Crazy.'"It would make a better story if I could remember her name. Let's call her Cher shall we. Sorry, I forgot to get her last name. It was just one night. Give me a break.
So yah, Sunday after mowing SLJ loaded the 4-wheeler (some folks like to call it just plain 'wheeler') up on the trailer and drug it over to "NASCAR Joes" house for the race party (His son's name is Dale. Imagine that.) We jumped on the wheeler and hit the trails behind Nascar Joes house. It was just a wee bit soupy out there. Covered in mud from head to toe we were. I have a sunburn around my mud spots. Makes for an interesting complexion. At one point I asked SLJ to pull over so that I could drive. He willingly jumped on the back and off we went. Oopsy, that was quite a jump there. Had to make sure SLJ was hanging on. NASCAR Joe saw me heading towards the jump and thought "Oh boy, hope SLJ is hanging on. Hang on, hang on, hang on... oh she nearly lost him there. Whew."We all survived the trails, no injuries unless you count mud in my panties an injury. (It's just like sand, it finds it's way into those sunless areas.)
Monday, Memorial Day, SLJ and I got up early and went to "the STBX's house" to pick up my kids. We took them to the lake and spent the day swimming, fishing, boating and grilling. The kids had a great time. Just for the record, I caught the most fish. Lure? Why would I need a lure if I have a bobber and worm? We call this "Old School Fishing." Dis my house. I built dis house.
Last year I bought my first bikini. I wore it once. The weekend I left the STBX in fact. I went to a public beach and I got some sun on my belly. I had some self esteem issues. I have had two kids, I didn't think I had any business in a bikini. So I put the bikini back on to wear to the lake yesterday. The look on SLJ's face was priceless. Let's just say that I've never felt that confident in a swim suit before. SLJ has a way of making me feel like I'm the only woman on the planet. Carmen Electra could've been nude on that sand bar and SLJ wouldn't have noticed. He was too busy making my head swell. He is one talented lover boy and I am so fortunate. I know I don't have a perfect body, but this is the suit I live in and I think I'll be grateful for it. Yanno.
So it was a long, active, sweaty weekend and it leaves me wondering, with a smile on my face...whatever happened to those days not so long ago when I was striving to find something to fill my time. Ebb and Flow. This is life.
I was thinking back on a few things last night. I've had an interesting life. I've had some pretty tragic episodes. Things have happened to me that should never happen to anyone. I have constantly struggled to keep my head above but somehow I just always have. The key, maybe, is to swim naked, makes for a better story. Which brings me to yet another fond memory that maybe I'll save for some other entry.
Dancer out.
Bugger.
Friday I picked up my kids from the STBX's office, dropped them off to spend the morning with their Nana and my neices. I spent Friday morning and afternoon getting the rest of our furniture and toys out of "the STBX's house" (still legally my house too.) I had tried to make the STBX a trade offer on the furniture. I offered him two new dressers and the kitchen table & chairs in exchange for my kids bed frames and mattresses. He didn't take the offer so I was going to have to buy new beds for the kids. I was kind of panicking because funds are low, but I knew something would come thru. Indeed something did. The STBX's aunt and my mother are friends. My mother mentioned I needed beds and the STBX's aunt said she had two twin beds mattresses and all that I could have for free. So not only do I still have the dressers and kitchen table but now I have two free beds as well. Interesting how things always work out in my favor.I wasn't really very excited about being at my house (the STBX's house) again, but I was suprised to find that it didn't really bother me so much. I have detached myself so much from that house and home that it didn't even seem familiar anymore. I was a bit apprehensive... I just wanted to get our stuff and get out and that's exactly what I did. Now there is nothing that ties me to that house except my name on the mortgage and title.I loaded the kids up on sugar and took them back to the STBX's office. (What was that kids? You want a can of Mt.Dew and a chocolate float from the chocolatery? Not a problem! Drink up.) I think I even smiled at STBX and waved as I drove out of the parking lot. "Bye asshole, have fun taking the kids to the grocery store after work!"
Yes, yes I did.
I also went down to the station and filed a police report on those stolen items out of my storage unit. My homeowners policy will cover it, so I decided it was probably the thing to do.
Saturday my day was spent moving everything of ours from my parents house to SLJ's house (my new home.) A friend of mine got one of those 26 foot race car hauler trailer that we jam packed and trekked across state line to my new home. I warned SLJ that I had a lot of stuff. I did not lie. Let's just say that his garage and exercise room and the whole upstairs is in chaos. Furniture, boxes and clothes everywhere! I've been on my own for twelve years. Between me and my kids, we've accumulated a lot of stuff. I even took 4 or 5 bags to the Goodwill. I even gave some things to my mom. I just have a lot of stuff and having it all in one location is challenging now. But SLJ is being a good sport and working hard at finding a place for everything.
We ended our moving day by watching the Gracie vs. Hughes fight on pay per view. Ah, that was a good one. I'm fairly new to the UFC, so it was a toss up for me. I was happy to see Hughes buy the house and kick Gracie out of it. I've always been a boxing fan, but this UFC stuff is so cool. I'm diggin it.
Sunday I sent SLJ to the gas station for fuel to fill the lawn mower. I like to mow. I like to push mow to be exact. It's exercise, art and therapy all at the same time. Anyways, SLJ came back w/ fuel and a cigar. I just stared at him and asked where mine was. He looked at me sideways and asked, "Have you even smoked a cigar before." I looked at him, like duh, and replied, "a couple of times. Last time, I shared it with a stripper." He chuckled, then realized I was serious and said, "when was that?" And of course my answer was "on my 25th birthday." Like duh. So I had to give him the run down on how I was celebrating my birthday at a strip club, right after I got my tattoo, the stripper just finished giving the STBX a lap dance, then came over and shared my cigar with me. SLJ blinked a couple of times and lit his cigar and said "I love you 'Crazy.'"It would make a better story if I could remember her name. Let's call her Cher shall we. Sorry, I forgot to get her last name. It was just one night. Give me a break.
So yah, Sunday after mowing SLJ loaded the 4-wheeler (some folks like to call it just plain 'wheeler') up on the trailer and drug it over to "NASCAR Joes" house for the race party (His son's name is Dale. Imagine that.) We jumped on the wheeler and hit the trails behind Nascar Joes house. It was just a wee bit soupy out there. Covered in mud from head to toe we were. I have a sunburn around my mud spots. Makes for an interesting complexion. At one point I asked SLJ to pull over so that I could drive. He willingly jumped on the back and off we went. Oopsy, that was quite a jump there. Had to make sure SLJ was hanging on. NASCAR Joe saw me heading towards the jump and thought "Oh boy, hope SLJ is hanging on. Hang on, hang on, hang on... oh she nearly lost him there. Whew."We all survived the trails, no injuries unless you count mud in my panties an injury. (It's just like sand, it finds it's way into those sunless areas.)
Monday, Memorial Day, SLJ and I got up early and went to "the STBX's house" to pick up my kids. We took them to the lake and spent the day swimming, fishing, boating and grilling. The kids had a great time. Just for the record, I caught the most fish. Lure? Why would I need a lure if I have a bobber and worm? We call this "Old School Fishing." Dis my house. I built dis house.
Last year I bought my first bikini. I wore it once. The weekend I left the STBX in fact. I went to a public beach and I got some sun on my belly. I had some self esteem issues. I have had two kids, I didn't think I had any business in a bikini. So I put the bikini back on to wear to the lake yesterday. The look on SLJ's face was priceless. Let's just say that I've never felt that confident in a swim suit before. SLJ has a way of making me feel like I'm the only woman on the planet. Carmen Electra could've been nude on that sand bar and SLJ wouldn't have noticed. He was too busy making my head swell. He is one talented lover boy and I am so fortunate. I know I don't have a perfect body, but this is the suit I live in and I think I'll be grateful for it. Yanno.
So it was a long, active, sweaty weekend and it leaves me wondering, with a smile on my face...whatever happened to those days not so long ago when I was striving to find something to fill my time. Ebb and Flow. This is life.
I was thinking back on a few things last night. I've had an interesting life. I've had some pretty tragic episodes. Things have happened to me that should never happen to anyone. I have constantly struggled to keep my head above but somehow I just always have. The key, maybe, is to swim naked, makes for a better story. Which brings me to yet another fond memory that maybe I'll save for some other entry.
Dancer out.
posted by tiny dancer | 4:45 PM
2 Comments:
I love these kee-raze-ee kind of entries, especially the part about getting mud in your panties. I'm not sure, but I think that takes real talent.
I don't think you could have a dull moment if you tried. You have too much of an adventurous spirit. Congrats on SLJ. He sounds like a keeper.
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