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Failure Is Not an Option…
So I have a goal for the end of this month: to feel (and noticeably look) more fit. I would like to be able to say that I am only motivated by personal improvement… but I’m not that noble! Mr Horrible is arriving for a visit, and Lord knows I don’t want to be found worse off than when I left! I gained 20 lbs since I moved here to Texas. I know I sank into an unhealthy depression, after the big move, the trauma from the move, and emotions (mine and the children’s) crashed on me all at once. It doesn’t make me feel better to see the evidence…
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Navigating Uncharted Waters…
My new apartment is a brave new world. It dawned on me, as I sat in my most recent Craigslist acquisition, that I am really doing it! I am making my apartment my home. It helps that my belongings, which until recently had been in storage in New Jersey, are inbound, thereby bringing closure to my move West. It’s official, I now have NOTHING left that ties me to that black hole (aka NJ).
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Grown Men Masquerading as Children
Reflections about having a man pretending to be incompetent to get out of parenting his children and the strain it created in the marriage.
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Laboring to be a Buzz Kill
Holiday weekends and crowds go hand in hand. I don’t care for crowds, but I don’t avoid them either. If I know I’m going somewhere on a holiday weekend, it is safe to assume that everyone else will too, so I plan for it. This past Labor Day the day started with rain, which meant indoor activities like the cinema were going to be packed… anyone who expected different was smoking crack.
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Alcohol, Cocktails and Other Adult Band-aids
There was a time in recent history when I was drinking, but it wasn't socially and I wasn't happy. When was that and why?
