Archive for January, 2009
Totally crushing
So I guess I didn't scare you off, huh? Good! Welcome back!
Its no secret that I enjoy being single. I’m not one of those women who feels incomplete without a man and I don’t sit around on Saturday nights with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s wondering what’s wrong with me.
I know what’s wrong with me. I’m busy and I’m independent. And apparently I intimidate some men but I don’t know if I buy that one. I mean, come on, I’m a pussycat. No, really. Well, unless you hurt one of my kids. Then I get vicious.
I used to be worse. I used to be a total bitch to other women and emotionally barricaded when it came to men. But I’ve softened over the past two or three years. I’m much nicer. I’ve even been called (gasp!) a sweetheart.
And my tastes are changing too. The type of guy I am attracted to has evolved over the years. The better I felt about myself, the higher my standards became. I shit you not when I tell you that I married my ex-husband when I was 21 because he was the first guy I’d dated that had a steady job and didn’t drink or do drugs.
Then there were the party years when I was really shallow and HOT was at the top of my list of characteristics I wanted in a man. I dated guys who looked like they walked out of an underwear ad. They were cheaters, alcoholics, and unemployed but they were HOT.
That got old real quick. So I took a break from dating. The last relationship I had lasted 4 months and it was with a guy who was extremely intelligent. He was a writer, an activist, a literature and film buff, and we had deep, philosophical conversations that lasted hours.
That’s my type now. I like the smart guys, the geeks, the musicians and writers. I publicly confessed my crush on Perry Belcher on Twitter last week and I am privately crushing on another fellow blogger that I assumed, incorrectly, was married.
I’ve definitely come a long way over the past 18 years or so when it comes to guys. I was realizing this today after a conversation with Sissy who has become really interested in my relationship with her dad. I know this curiosity of hers is coming from her own conflicting emotions about Doodlebug’s father. And its a good sign. It shows me that she’s thinking more like a mother, less like a teenager. She’s realizing that her decisions and choices don’t affect just her anymore.
I’m proud of her for it.
Coming up for air
Holy crap, has it really been that long since I posted??
Well, don’t expect much from me now. I’m tired. Beat. Exhausted.
Work is (good) crazy, lots of opportunities coming my way. Its so crazy, I had to take my binder with me when I went to pick the Princess up from school and I sat there in my car doing some mindmapping to figure out how I’m going to manage it all.
Just in case all of that “The Secret” stuff is true, I want to clarify: Hey, Universe, I’m not complaining! So don’t go taking this away from me, okay?
The kids are…well, the same. Haven’t seen Doodlebug since they got out of the hospital other than a few pictures and a 15 second cell phone video. Planning on seeing her and Sissy this weekend. Not too happy with Sissy and this Shithead she’s dating but, ya know, there’s not much I can do about it that doesn’t involve ending up on that Snapped show on Oxygen.
Bubba is in the hospital…again. I totally empathize with the kid. When I was married to his dad, I felt like checking myself in just to get away from him too. But its all good. Got me a court date NEXT WEEK to take care of this shit once and for all.
Princess…OMG, she amazes me. That child was just so excited about “Inoxoration” Day. I think she’s the only first grader in her school that can tell you the President’s name, his wife’s name, her official title of First Lady, how many states there are and how many senators each state has. She loves this stuff! Maybe she’ll be a poli sci major.
When we got home Tuesday afternoon (God, how I wanted to keep her home with me to watch it live!), CNN was replaying the Inauguration. I had to get online so I told her she could change and watch Spongebob. SHE SAID NO. *jaw drops* She said she wanted to watch President Obama. And when she had to go potty, she waited until a commercial and asked me to tell her when Barack Obama was back on.
That’s my girl!
She doesn’t seem to care much that I got to shake President Carter’s hand when I was her age though. Hmph.
Ok, I’ll catch up later. I’ve got a nifty little blogging schedule set up thanks to a planner I downloaded at Blog Energizer so I’ll be back on track soon.
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Quick update and a video
I’ve got a better video but it didn’t upload correctly so I’ll have to do it again later. This one is really quick, Sissy’s boyfriend wanted me to move so he could take a picture. (Don’t even get me started on that…I can’t stand the kid and his family is on my Sh!t List now too.)
Here’s she is, my Doodlebug, making her world wide debut at only 2 hours old.
My grandbaby from April Jones on Vimeo.
She’s here
My granddaughter was born at 3:23 a.m.
8 lbs, 8.6 oz and 21 inches long.
She’s absolutely perfect.
Its baby time!!
The next post you see from me will contain pictures of my new grandbaby.
Sissy is in the hospital now, they just started her on Pitocin or however you spell it. So hopefully baby will be here tonight or early tomorrow.
Wish us luck and keep Sissy and baby in your prayers!
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