tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187762838027780642011-04-21T19:39:27.147-04:00Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.comBlogger1231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-55548568292992735562008-10-11T01:03:00.005-04:002008-10-11T01:11:16.974-04:00

I've moved! If you have a link to me at your blog, or a bookmark to me, I'd be very grateful if you'd take just a moment to change my URL.txmomsingleinmi.wordpress.com

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Sorry for my lack of posts this week. I've actually been working on a little project.I've grown a little bored of my blogging format. So I've been moving into some new digs. And it's quite ironic how moving my little niche of the internet can be just as involved and time-consuming as moving in the real world.I feel like now is a good time to do it. I have fewer readers to make the move with

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In the past whenever I've blogged remotely, it's always been from the coney island restaurant, usually during or after one of their scrumptious veggie omelettes w/extra onions. This is a remote blog post, but I'm not at the coney island. I'm at Panera. (Come to think of it, I have posted from here before.) I think I might make Panera my new favorite out-of-the-house wi-fi spot, because I've

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Have you ever had the feeling that there's some big purpose to your life, but you just don't know what it is? That there's some big, very specific reason you've been created, that you're meant to fulfill? Like Tiger Woods was created to golf. Like Michael Jordan was created to play basketball. Like Michael Phelps was created to swim fast. I think they're three examples of the few lucky

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I'm starting to feel normal again. Granted, it's a different normal now. My days are starting to feel routine, which in this case, is a good thing. I like the security this routine of life brings me. I like knowing that at 5:00, I get to see my boys. I like knowing that around 5:30, I'll start stressing out over what to make for dinner. I like preparing dinner in my kitchen while the IB

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I really hate that I always forget about Monday Night Football now that it's not on regular broadcast TV. That, and the fact that it has been replaced with Dancing with the Stars.Which, by the way, seems a little off-kilter this season. Somebody please get that woman Samantha off the show! She's a terrible interviewer, and she makes me uncomfortable. I can only imagine what the competitors

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Remember this? One of my favorite parts:"I'm so afraid [the RK]'s going to start liking it better with his dad, too. Last weekend, they went out to eat at Red Lobster. The RK has been begging me to go out to eat there, and I always say no because it's so expensive. They go to the pool at the fancy-shmancy health club they belong to. And Lord knows what else. Their father has no concept of how

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I don't really think about him in an emotional way anymore. Well, not so much. It doesn't really create a physical reaction like it used to. The fact is, this was nothing as earth-shattering as my divorce was. It was pretty easy for me to continue on with life as usual.But I missed the text messages we'd exchange all day. So many of them, in fact, I had to increase my text plan from 300/

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-81311005636388776132008-09-18T23:30:00.002-04:002008-10-03T00:07:26.292-04:00

Today I was at work wasting time when I came across this article from the Washington Post via MSNBC.com. Now when it comes to economics, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. My extent of formal learnin' in economics was one semester in high school eons ago with a chain-smoking teacher who could barely make it through class without a cigarette. (Cool class, though. I actually enjoyed it.)

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I have so much to be thankful for. I happened upon a statistic today that was quite disturbing. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the July 2008 unemployment rate in the state of Michigan was 8.5%. That's 51st out of 51. The unemployment rate for Texas was 4.7%, which, shockingly, ranks 20th. I would've thought it would be much closer to the top. South Dakota has the top spot with

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Ohmygoodgoshamighty, I've got tears rolling down my face right now. You guys have GOT to check out tonight's post over on Dawn's blog.And as one of the early comments (cuz she gets tons) suggests, this world needs a reason to laugh right now.Yep. That oughta do it.

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I find it quite interesting that during the course of this blog, I have only mentioned once or twice something that is such a huge part of me. (Here is the only place I've ever gone into any detail about it.)This is something that has really defined me. Playing the flute was my thang. Not just my thing, but my thang. And I was good. Really good. I was the first alternate for the all-state

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-8927059807901278842008-09-10T22:48:00.001-04:002008-09-11T07:31:12.336-04:00

I'm really a little peeved at myself for my long hiatus from this journal. Because now that it's been so long and there's so much to write about, I don't know where to start. One of my 'quirks', I guess you could call it, is that I look too easily at the big picture, as opposed to breaking it up into more manageable, more tolerable steps. I'm feeling like I need to make up for all my lost time

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-66489122560789808442008-09-07T23:50:00.003-04:002008-09-08T07:35:36.080-04:00

Greetings blogosphere! Gosh, where do I start? That itch to divulge all these thoughts, ideas, opinions, and ramblings going on in my head has been growing to a point where I need to scratch it. So I'm scratching it.So how the heck is everyone? Is anyone even still out there? Have I been away so long that that I've finally slipped out of my former readers' minds? I guess I have a lot of

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Hello dear friends,Yes, I am still around and kicking, just not out in the blogosphere. In fact, my poor computer has been rather neglected all the way around since I started my job!Please accept my most humble apologies for ignoring you like this. I have received all your inquiries, and I have no excuse for not responding...but I have been touched and uplifted to know you guys are thinking of me

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-57225784686082176742007-11-26T20:57:00.000-05:002007-11-26T20:59:25.365-05:00

I. GOT. THE. JOB.

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Exactly 52 weeks ago today, I had my husband of nine and a half years served with divorce papers.Thanksgiving 2006 was the first one not spent with him in attendance in ten years, maybe a couple more than that. And it was actually a really nice day. SH was gracious enough to invite the boys and me to her family's festivities at her mom's house for the day. And her mom and dad were indeed just

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I have a feeling this post is going to take me most of the day to complete and get posted, but here goes.No Longhorns today. Wah! They only have one game left, and it's the traditional day-after-Thanksgiving contest against Texas A&M. After the season the Longhorns have had, I really wouldn't know what to think the outcome could be. And frankly, I'm having a hard time believing the college

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I think I'm just about recovered from what was an awesome, fun, exhausting weekend! Two different guys, two enjoyable evenings.Friday night was dining on Mexican food with P. And the restaurant even had Pacifico, my favorite (and his as well) Mexican beer! And things turned out very differently than what I expected. I had a great time with him! We had some great conversation, and it didn't

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-62182113626014345012007-11-08T10:15:00.000-05:002007-11-08T10:20:32.047-05:00

Go visit In_spired's post for today. She shares with us some really interesting factoids about the great state of Texas. While I already had heard most of them, it didn't fail to give me some internal pangs of homesickness. We native Texans tend to be a little obnoxious about where we hail from, but for good reason, I think! How does that saying go...It ain't braggin' if it's the truth!And

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-61674263393974925962007-11-07T11:10:00.000-05:002007-12-11T20:54:19.076-05:00

This online dating thing sure can raise some anxiety. But not like you're probably thinking...I've got about three guys I'm in regular contact with right now. Well, one of them's on the back burner until he gets back from a week-long hunting trip in Canada. But the other two I'm emailing and chatting on the phone with on a daily basis. One of them I can't wait to go out with, and the other, well.

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I just haven't been in a very bloggy mood this last couple of weeks, I hope y'all understand. And actually, I've been doing enough typing on this thing to cover my blogging ways...You see, I decided I wanted a better picture of myself for my profile on the online dating site. I got out my tripod, and managed to capture a shot of me that belongs on the back of a book jacket or on a CD cover.

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Yes, I'm still here! I am so sorry I've been AWOL from the blogosphere this week, but things have been muy loco. I've been back and forth to the temp agency a few times, which I must write more about later.As for the date...we had a very nice time, but no fireworks. He's a wonderful guy, but as for our respective life stages right now, he's actually much older than me beyond the seven

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-48667044340552371752007-10-21T15:31:00.000-04:002007-10-21T15:39:54.281-04:00

...to let y'all know that things went OK, but not fantastic. I don't feel like I can write about it just yet, as there's still some things to get settled and I need to let time clarify my perspective.Nothing awful happened...but it wasn't what I'd hoped for, either. I ended up not going to the concert with him last night for a variety of reasons, he took his son, and he said they both had a

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-6807179702286090362007-10-18T21:45:00.000-04:002007-10-18T22:13:37.714-04:00

Now I must tell y'all about the milestone in the RK's life that was reached last night.He'd had a loose tooth for quite a while, and when he brushed his teeth last night, he hollered down to me that it was bleeding, so he was going to get it outta there. My first thought: "Oh no, I don't have any cash to play tooth fairy!"So I made a decision. I was going to 'fess up. He already had his

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Unbelievably, yesterday ended up being the productive day I had wanted it to be. I actually made it to the temp agency. I walked in, and when the woman looked at my resume, she informed me that as a general consensus, companies won't hire me for the job I'm looking for because I have no recent job experience. Then she asks me if I'd be willing to do some light manual labor-type jobs just to get

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-79399074381308891122007-10-16T23:01:00.000-04:002007-10-16T23:38:57.975-04:00

He called me a little while ago. He had asked me out to go hear the sax player from Bob Seger's band for Saturday night, and he was calling to let me know that it was actually on Friday, and not Saturday. I told him, "OK, that's fine. I flipped weekends with [the IX], so Friday night works.""Oh great!" he says. "Say...do you like Van Halen?"After getting a big ol' grin on my face, I say, "

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So this online dating thing might not be all the horror stories you hear. I mean, there are plenty of dream-come-true stories out there, too.While I'm quite apprehensive to believe that I might already be on my way to the latter, it certainly does appear this just might be the case.Now, before you react with a "Pffft! Here she goes...", allow me to present the evidence.It all started one week

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-20141415749978393402007-10-13T12:26:00.000-04:002007-10-13T12:30:12.354-04:00

Wow, in my blogger life, the last couple of days have been quite eventful. For one thing, I'm approaching my 100th post. That deserves a big "WOW!" I really feel like I'm falling into my unique and personal blogging groove, and I hope I'm able to continue to keep it up for a long time.I am an extremely social creature. I thrive on interaction with others. And all that I've been through has put me

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-34730275192063882082007-10-12T10:51:00.000-04:002007-10-12T11:58:39.024-04:00

Janie over at Sounding Forth tagged me the other day. I'm feeling rather bloggy this morning, but don't really have anything weighing so heavily on my mind that I feel compelled to dump it out here. So a meme is the perfect solution! Here we go!Four Jobs I’ve HeldTelemarketer (THE WORST)WaitressGyro-makerMom (THE BEST)Four Films I Could Watch Over and OverForrest GumpFried Green TomatoesFerris

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-65049966602939676012007-10-11T13:39:00.000-04:002007-10-11T22:04:48.333-04:00

[Updated: On the advice of two of my readers and dear friends, Eric and In_spired, I'm republishing this post with my doctor's full name and a link to his obit to increase the possibility that his family might find it. Thanks for your advice and encouragement!]One thing I wanted to talk about on my last post was something I found in the Midland newspaper's obituaries a few days ago. I'm glad I

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-82295872933879979052007-10-11T08:50:00.000-04:002007-10-11T09:44:54.230-04:00

My house is a mess. I need to do laundry. And here I sit.The IB woke up yesterday morning as usual, we took the RK to the bus stop, came back, and I fed him breakfast. After that, he slowed down. Cranky. Lethargic. Listless. Uh oh...he feels a little warm. I took him upstairs and for the first time in his life, I took his temperature. Holy moly, 103º!I'm not the type to flip out and be an

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-72486464396338237382007-10-09T11:05:00.000-04:002007-10-09T11:09:04.415-04:00

OK, I caved. I ended up sending that email. I decided that I was just going to take the risk and send it, instead of perhaps missing an opportunity because of fear and inaction. I got a response. He said that he had read and reread my first email, and could only come to the conclusion that I'm not ready to re-enter the dating world. That he waited three years after his divorce to start dating,

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-11048216701224603372007-10-08T13:30:00.000-04:002007-10-08T14:25:17.174-04:00

My initiation back into the dating world has begun. And with this particular guy, has ended.We had a nice enough time, I really enjoyed having the almost undivided attention of a person of the opposite sex. I shared his attention with his cell phone, but I'd have to say it wasn't so much that I was irritated by it, or anything. In fact, it worked out that I got to meet some of his friends, who I

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-50313355903205443672007-10-06T18:00:00.000-04:002007-10-06T18:16:06.982-04:00

I've unexpectedly found myself child-free for the night. When the IX came over this morning to pick up the RK to go sell popcorn for Cub Scouts, he asked if he could have the boys for the night, since they're also scheduled to sell popcorn again tomorrow.OK...that sets me up for the reason I'm writing this post.My efforts in online dating are already returning results. I've already chatted with

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-41407801688171472142007-10-05T11:17:00.000-04:002007-10-05T11:40:11.173-04:00

I can't believe what I've done. I think I might've created a monster. I did something I never thought I'd ever do, or be able to do, for that matter.I posted a profile on a very popular online dating site.I've just gotten to the point where I am so unbelievably sick and tired of not having any sort of active social life, I'm about to go crazy. I'm sick of not having anything to look forward to

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-48026130440129144112007-10-05T08:57:00.000-04:002007-10-05T09:20:44.086-04:00

My new friend in the blogosphere, Tabba, included a meme in her blog the other day. And I enjoyed reading it so much, I've decided to shamelessly swipe it. How it works is the things I can answer "true" to, I put in bold. Enjoy!01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink02. Swam with wild dolphins03. Climbed a mountain04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive05. Been inside the Great Pyramid06. Held a

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We're just about back to normal around here with the IB. He's back to his sweet little self, but still seems to have a little discomfort. He had two small incisions, and his poor little sack is all black & blue. They gave us a prescription for Tylenol 3, but I haven't had it filled, and at this point probably won't. The OTC stuff seems to be doing the trick.His stitches cannot be submerged,

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-62680232495728220132007-10-02T08:56:00.000-04:002007-10-02T09:28:24.409-04:00

Are any of you watching this new season of Dancing with the Stars? So far, I'm really enjoying it, but there is a part of the show this season that just rips my heart out, and really makes it quite difficult for me to watch. Let me explain...I've talked before, quite a while ago I see now, about the IX's job. (New, or need a refresher? Click here.) For those of you who are watching DWTS, you know

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-70910357878021171392007-10-01T10:45:00.000-04:002007-10-01T13:38:57.037-04:00

So here I am at the University of Michigan hospital's cafeteria. The IB is in for his little operation on the family jewels, and thankfully, the cafeteria has wi-fi! I'm having what has to be at least my fourth cup of coffee since getting up this morning, and frankly, it's tasting quite bitter at this point.Everything has gone well so far this morning…we were a few minutes late, but that's pretty

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-88257812135506228132007-09-30T12:40:00.001-04:002007-09-30T13:40:33.226-04:00

Have I done the wrong thing? Did I give up too easily? My gut tells me yes, but what can I do now?I just can't shake the feeling that letting my kids go with their dad to spend the weekend with the woman who willingly and deliberately helped destroy this family (at least in the traditional sense) and he's now living with is...well, corruptive, to say the least.At this point, it doesn't seem to

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-88948731142562629682007-09-29T19:23:00.000-04:002007-09-29T19:38:12.559-04:00

I've managed to completely waste this day. I have done absolutely nothing productive. My butt's been parked on the couch. I have been in this funk today that I just can't shake.I miss my boys. I hate where they are. It torments me.I'm desperately trying to get rid of the anger I'm harboring towards the IX for the way he has catastrophically messed up my life, and the fact that he doesn't

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-39563988698425269972007-09-29T11:56:00.000-04:002007-09-29T12:45:50.987-04:00

OK. So I'm sitting here surfing the web with ESPN's "College Gameday" on in the background. And they air a segment on this:This is Oklahoma State football coach Mike Gundy...ahem...addressing this article written in The Oklahoman last weekend. Now I'm not going to get into the particulars of the article itself, or if Ms. Carlson was over the line in writing it, but I feel compelled to comment on

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-28509927492317618512007-09-27T09:03:00.000-04:002007-09-27T09:54:41.521-04:00

OK, so the interview didn't turn out to be the exciting and hope-filled venture I thought it'd be. But I definitely think it's a good thing I ended up there. You see, it turns out my interview was with a recruiting firm. I've never heard of the company before, but it's obviously a well-respected and very successful company, given their extremely professional-looking office suite with lots of

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-33007340532771436702007-09-25T09:08:00.000-04:002007-09-25T09:12:25.385-04:00

Woohoo! I've got an interview in a little less than an hour and a half! I've got a babysitter lined up for the IB, and the RK is off to school. I told him he's going to school today, even if he's dying. He can just die at school. All joking aside, his cough seems to be breaking up, and he seemed like he was school-worthy today. I told him, though, that if he needs to come home, to at least

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-88757575874422784932007-09-24T09:46:00.000-04:002007-09-24T10:16:57.937-04:00

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-42954138557785669962007-09-15T10:58:00.000-04:002007-10-01T13:36:16.763-04:00

I finally did it. I called my vehicle's dealership and got it in for its 40,000 mile maitenance. I never got its 35,000-mile oil change, and right now the odometer indicates I'm right in between the two maintenance milestones, if you will. So I just decided to get it all done a little early.I'm driving an old beater p-o-s loaner car. These types of cars make me appreciate my Honda all the more!

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-41846455301403401512007-09-11T09:11:00.000-04:002007-09-11T13:56:54.407-04:00

What were you doing? How did you learn of it? And what did you feel?It's hard to believe it's already been six years since our sense of security...or rather, our complacency...was destroyed. Destroyed with the carefully-arranged tons of concrete and metal that represented all that this country stands for. Free trade, fair commerce, prosperity, hard work.The RK was a sweet little four-year-old.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-38361538910174783292007-09-09T22:31:00.000-04:002007-09-09T23:16:10.530-04:00

I must finish my resume and get it out there. I'm so terrified. This job market sucks. Why in the world would anyone hire me? At least at a job that pays what I need to take care of my family. I MUST do this, since the man who said he'd take care of us has no longer decided he really wants to.So let's see...I have...one...two...three...22 days before this lameass child support arrangement

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-37226390785606295752007-09-08T23:04:00.001-04:002007-09-08T23:42:23.943-04:00

I am just so excited, I don't quite know what to do with myself! It all started around 7:00 tonight...I keep a close watch on the programming schedule for Longhorn games up here. Right now, with the Longhorns ranked so high, I get to see the majority of games during the season. But a few years ago, when they weren't making such waves on the national radar, I was contributing significantly to my

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-45549779788051732932007-09-06T16:47:00.000-04:002007-09-06T17:30:52.254-04:00

This afternoon, I decided to grab the IB and run up to the grocery store to pick up the few things we needed before the RK would get home from school. I didn't have a whole lot of time to play with, but wasn't too concerned, since my list wasn't all that long.On our last few trips to the grocery store, I've been noticing that the IB hasn't hardly been getting any attention from my fellow

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-21120227404656369712007-09-06T00:24:00.000-04:002007-09-06T00:49:40.832-04:00

What does it feel like to be Andy Roddick right now? The word that comes to my mind is frustrated. He just lost in straight sets to Roger Federer in the quarterfinals. But if you look at the match on paper, it's hard to believe. Roddick's first serve percentage was 71%. Amazing. His winners to unforced errors differential was +18. He served 14 aces, just one shy of Federer, with his

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-16368753643754465552007-09-05T09:27:00.000-04:002007-09-05T11:33:18.095-04:00

One week into the 2007 college football season, Michigan and Texas have something in common. They both played presumably puffy-fluffy teams (Michigan vs. Appalachian St., who are the Div I-AA champs for the last two years, and Texas vs. Arkansas St., who were basically just looking for the paycheck), the plan being to start off the season with their own individual routs. Nothing new there. But

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-19277580712101511962007-09-04T17:01:00.000-04:002007-09-04T17:16:22.321-04:00

The boys came back from their dad's last night. And after grilling the RK for a recap of what they did over the weekend, I come to find out that my Idiot Ex-Husband and the Homewrecker went to the race after all.The RK said that he spent the night Sat. night over at the HW's sister's house, and spent the day Sunday over there. And he also said something about a babysitter coming over to the

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-46505223029557961722007-09-01T20:01:00.001-04:002007-09-01T20:09:07.879-04:00

Wow, this has been a huge day in the sporting world. The University of Michigan got upset by Div. I-AA champions Appalachian State. At home. Ouch.Maria Sharapova, the defending champion, was ousted from the U.S. Open in the 3rd round. Mega ouch.As far as I'm concerned, that's enough upsets for one day. The Longhorns are in progress of spanking the Arkansas St. Indians...lemme check...14-3.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-69904485624866865152007-09-01T11:45:00.000-04:002007-09-01T20:10:20.516-04:00

I really hate it when I let so, so many days go between blog entries. But this week, I just haven't felt much like doing anything. My living room floor is completely covered with the CD's the IB has pulled out of the shelves, as well as tons and tons of expired grocery flyers.The boys went with their dad last evening. But it almost came crashing down. As you may or may not know, the IX & I had

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-43776649018822240612007-08-31T00:28:00.000-04:002007-08-31T01:23:14.452-04:00

Oh boy, I'm coming down right now from the excitement that is the U.S. Open. I've talked in the past about how much I love this particular tournament, and tonight was another ultimate example of why it is so great.Although he's technically not the best American player out there right now, James Blake is my guy. And tonight, he won a big one. And I mean A BIG ONE. Huge. Ginormous.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-91799262439382150022007-08-22T12:12:00.001-04:002007-08-22T13:00:08.885-04:00

In the spirit of one of the greatest rivalries between American universities, I must fire back at Eric and his little gloat about Texas a&m being ranked #1 in some strange, and by default, highly questionable ranking from Washington Monthly.I recently came across this article from the Houston Chronicle. While it declares that UT has lost its#1 ranking as Biggest Party School, taking the long and

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-81720118096504598382007-08-21T22:39:00.000-04:002007-11-08T09:56:55.301-05:00

Whew, I finally got that baby gate installed at the bottom of the stairs this morning. And what an unbelievable ordeal that was! I can't remember if I mentioned this earlier, and I just don't feel like going back right now to check, but I ended up not installing the one I bought months and months ago. It was one that mounts directly into the wall with screws, and as I was reading the instructions

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-14882609444439759292007-08-20T08:48:00.000-04:002007-08-20T09:42:31.092-04:00

Dear sweet Itty Bitty,You took your exit from the comfort and security of my womb exactly one year ago today. And oh, how you've already changed so much! Your first days amongst us were difficult, trying, so scary. You came out of me in one fell swoop at 4:04 PM. And you didn't cry. To this day, I feel a sadness in my heart for not hearing that strong, healthy, gutteral cry from you.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-31676788254470985122007-08-18T20:27:00.000-04:002007-08-18T22:46:10.659-04:00

Boy, do I get bogged down by my surroundings when my boys are gone. It's like I can't stand looking at all the same crap in all the same places around me, only reminding me of all the housework that needs to be done, and how I just don't want to do it. I decide something must be done about this before I'm completely buried in the negative thoughts and feelings of failure & worthlessness that are

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-45008484689641307852007-08-18T10:47:00.000-04:002007-08-18T12:52:27.128-04:00

I finally sucked it up and finished The Sun Also Rises last night. And then I had to read an online study guide of the book to figure it out. But I get it now. I'm pretty thick, though. For instance, I didn't realize that Jake was actually impotent as a result of his war wound until about halfway through the book when the word 'impotent' was actually used. I guess I was supposed to have figured

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-62231417718989324442007-08-17T08:54:00.000-04:002007-09-01T11:06:41.622-04:00

We've made it through another week. Friday has once again arrived. And the boys are going with their dad again tonight.And I'm dreading my weekend.I have nothing to do, and no one to do it with.I've more or less isolated myself from my neighbors. I think I've been letting my self-doubt and low self-esteem that have been raring their ugly heads get the better of me. Given that we all don't

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-21350746916166274462007-08-15T10:27:00.000-04:002007-08-15T10:54:21.960-04:00

Good morning to the blogosphere! My allergies are kicking up a little this morning, and my nose is dripping just enough so it tickles and itches. I hate that. Just thought you might like to know that.The RK's buddies are already over this morning. Friend (Ba Doozie let me know we need to find a new name for him...I'm open to suggestions.) rang the doorbell not too long after 9:00 this morning,

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-38699853649491621452007-08-14T12:54:00.000-04:002007-08-14T14:25:57.975-04:00

Unless you're living under a rock (or in a self-imposed technology exile), you've probably seen this. I've seen it many times, and look forward to hopefully seeing it many more. In fact, if I'm watching something recorded on the DVR, and I catch a glimpse of this as I'm fast-forwarding through commercials, I back up to watch it.Big-time kudos to the ad agency that not only came up with a great

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-91421589553352753352007-08-13T22:50:00.001-04:002007-08-14T00:01:15.597-04:00

I have a rather shameful confession to make. It's my explanation for not posting in a few days. And it might be a reason why I won't post any more often for the next few weeks. I mentioned a while back that I'm really into this season of Big Brother. Well, I cracked. I found myself last Wednesday night punching in my credit card number to start receiving the live feeds of the goings-on in the

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-20395332120090833092007-08-09T13:44:00.000-04:002007-08-09T15:25:13.326-04:00

It's a rainy, humid, dreary day again. Fine by me, really...I don't need to worry about watering the grass. My poor little petunias that I've had hanging on my front porch are almost dead, but not quite. I need to go clean out the dead stems to make room for their renaissance, which I'm bound and determined to make happen. Anyway, I took them off their hooks and set them between my burning bushes

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-86917013063861483762007-08-08T00:09:00.000-04:002007-08-14T13:13:29.569-04:00

I was sitting here perusing the web with a rerun of Letterman on in the background. This is actually the first episode of his show I've seen in quite a while, in that our local CBS affiliate doesn't have news programming. I tend to watch the local news on our NBC affiliate, and then watch a little of Leno before hitting the sack.Anyway, this is one of the best gags I've seen in years.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-32775731405987124012007-08-05T23:48:00.000-04:002007-08-06T00:54:43.121-04:00

I'm on the couch in my living room, the footrest is up, Rascal Flatts' latest single is playing on the satellite radio provided by my dish service. My windows are open all the way, and the sounds of crickets and other invisible night creatures are singing their nightly arias. There are low rumbles of thunder rolling into my living room from the northwest. The air is thick and heavy, which, when

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-73520424145893358612007-08-05T11:59:00.000-04:002007-08-18T12:18:54.705-04:00

This is a dark, rainy, chilly, dreary Sunday morning. I slept in until 10:00, and I was shocked when I rolled over to look at the clock! I need to do some more housecleaning today, and I absolutely, positively have to go to the grocery store to buy diapers. There's not a single unused diaper in this house. Whoopsie!These weekends I have to myself are a lesson for me. A lesson in being alone, and

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-75478793159827475562007-08-04T13:30:00.000-04:002007-08-04T13:54:39.021-04:00

Aaahhh, the blessed Coney Island again. I just finished a gyro and Greek salad. I wolfed it all down. Down to the last little bits of feta cheese, Greek dressing, and beet juice still swirling in the bottom of my salad bowl. The gyro is now just a memory as well. And I feel like a pig...but a very happy, content pig.My babies are gone again, and this weekend, I'm not doing as well as I have up to

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-540861718772333892007-08-01T00:36:00.000-04:002007-10-16T11:06:17.304-04:00

Whew, I just now got the kitchen cleaned up from dinner...finally. I get so sick of cleaning that dadgum kitchen. That was one thing great about having the IH around...he went along with the rule that whoever didn't cook, cleans. Now I get to do both. And thus far, only a couple of times has it waited until the next morning.I'm sitting here right now at my dining table, iPod blaring some Alice in

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-4318950910239925242007-07-30T23:25:00.001-04:002007-07-31T18:17:55.108-04:00

The RK just got to bed. After 11:00. But for a pretty good reason, I think. The Diary of Anne Frank came on Turner Classic Movies, and I was suprised when he actually showed interest in watching it with me.My first year experiencing public school, the seventh grade, we were assigned to read Anne Frank's diary. And I remember watching the movie over a period of days in English class, as well. And

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-2178964471587874002007-07-28T20:24:00.000-04:002007-07-28T20:26:30.545-04:00

Take notes, you ultimate procrastinator wannabes...I wrote the book. I am the Queen. The Champion. The unanimous GPP...Grand Poobah of Procrastination.Jimmy's Blogathon efforts has made the perfect excuse today. I've been popping in on him all day today, and thankfully now, the sun has quit torturing his live webcam shot. He's a crazy, yet wonderful guy to put himself through so much stress and

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-4540495059985518622007-07-27T00:51:00.000-04:002007-08-31T18:59:12.822-04:00

My babies are gone again. And again, I just don't know what to do with myself.I just finished my latest Netflix movie, Premonition with Sandra Bullock. It was riveting all the way through. And quite sad. It has left me with all kinds of thoughts going through my head. It touched a nerve. I don't feel like getting into the plot right now...you'll just have to see it for yourself.The movie touched

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-49468414732755433462007-07-23T16:20:00.000-04:002007-07-23T16:20:10.174-04:00

Friend is over here right now. Since the post I first introduced y'all to him, he has spent the night again...probably a weekend or so ago. And things went much better. It looks like what I've always heard about teaching kids who's boss is true. Lay down the line, stick to it. And things are going great in general with him and the RK. He's let me know he thinks I'm a 'nice' and 'cool' mom,

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-224159405028440562007-07-22T11:44:00.000-04:002007-07-22T11:44:40.835-04:00

I'm sitting here at the dining table with the IB right next to me in his high chair having some sweet corn puffs. He's got his sweet little smile readily available at just the slightest hint of attention from me as he uses his perfect textbook pincer grasp to stuff his face with. He passed the 11-month mark on Friday. Less than a month to go 'til he's one!I also have the British Open on,

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-14531149543676758882007-07-18T22:07:00.000-04:002007-07-18T22:49:54.742-04:00

After 45 posts, I guess my motivation and interest in this new blog of mine has finally started to wane somewhat. I just don't feel like sitting down and trying to get my thoughts all organized and put into print. I do want to keep this blog current, however, so forgive me if my posts aren't as thrilling or exciting as they have been. Then again, I guess they haven't been all that great thus far.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-13712149419096675482007-07-14T16:26:00.000-04:002007-07-14T17:02:33.002-04:00

I swear I'm the best procrastinator in the world. I should be cleaning. But here I am. Sheesh...I deserve an award or something. Perhaps "Procrastinator Extraordinaire." That's me!So it looks like I might actually get to go out tonight. That other single mom that I've mentioned and I have plans to go out tonight. Yeehaw! I get to go out and feel like a grownup. I even bought some new

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-26583218559503439162007-07-14T10:51:00.000-04:002007-07-14T13:38:32.149-04:00

Aaahhh....here I am back at the oh-so-delightful Coney Island. My veggie omelet has been inhaled. My coffee cup is bottomless, and it's just me and my great little laptop.Last night, after my kiddoes were off with their father, I was trying to decide what to do with myself. And all of a sudden, the urge to watch Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood hit me like a ton of bricks. Only I don't

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-67895223603096362162007-07-10T23:46:00.000-04:002007-07-11T00:28:12.746-04:00

I hate it when this much time gets away from me between posts. I've been coming up with all kinds of things to talk about on here for the last three days, and now I feel like I'd be up all night long typing it all in here. What I can remember of it, anyway. Argh.One thing I wanted to mention on Sunday afternoon was that amazing, amazing men's final at Wimbledon. Classic! Legendary! I've already

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-4563375961199528242007-07-07T12:03:00.000-04:002007-07-07T12:48:10.025-04:00

So do you y'all like my new look? I love blue. All shades of blue. It soothes and relaxes me.I'm sitting here at my local coney island restaurant. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the concept, let me explain. Coney island-style restaurants are usually owned by people of Middle Eastern descent (and around here, there's plenty of 'em), but there are also a couple of very successful chains.

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-63617512275915422712007-07-05T23:10:00.000-04:002007-07-29T16:33:12.459-04:00

I feel like my summer is wasting away. It just hit me that it is now July. The excited anticipation that comes with June is done and gone.We haven't even been to the local Dairy Queen yet. That must be remedied soon.A while back, my neighbor two doors down had a gorgeous deck built and no longer had need for the little wooden steps that had previously been underneath his back door. So he came and

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-66010540218236848592007-07-03T12:50:00.000-04:002007-08-09T13:32:26.326-04:00

I never did respond to the IH's text from Saturday. So here's a transcript of sorts of our texts today:IH (10:09 AM): would like to pick up the boys after work so we can have the day together for tomorrow(11:39 AM): i know this is difficult. Everything well [sic] work out and the kids will be fine. you are the best mom to those kids. They will look forward to being back with(11:44 AM): you. i

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-27373782747892913262007-07-02T14:20:00.000-04:002007-07-02T15:04:18.133-04:00

Oh, I've found myself this afternoon just all tied up in knots. I am such an emotional wreck. I just want to go crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head and be alone. The IB's taking a nap right now, and I know that won't last as long as I would like. He'll be needing his mommy all too soon, and I just don't feel up to trying to force myself to be the loving, attentive, happy mommy

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-43997715530225637472007-07-02T00:09:00.000-04:002007-07-02T10:04:18.714-04:00

I just got the RK tucked into bed, after turning down his request to sleep in my bed tonight. He says he doesn't like being alone. I promised him he could sleep in my bed tomorrow night.He had been watching Nick, so when I got back downstairs, I decided to turn on the Sirius country radio station on my Dish. And the song playing is "Bring It On Home" by Little Big Town.You've got someone

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-35327274794826354882007-06-28T10:48:00.000-04:002007-06-28T10:48:28.326-04:00

Boy, I'm really wishing right now I had nothing else to do but loll around the house and watch tennis. England's best hope for a Wimbledon title (and really, he's not anymore, but the fans still love him), Tim Henman, is battling back from losing his first two sets in tiebreaks. He's won the third set, and is way ahead in the fourth. I love tennis. This one's heading to a fifth set, and I

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Another night. My precious babies are all tucked into their cozy beddy-byes...well, they're not tucked in, because it's so damn hot up there they're sleeping under no covers. Can't open the windows because our house is right next to a major road. And due to construction down the road at our interstate on/off ramps, where there are also three, yes count 'em THREE truck stops, those big rigs are

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One little bit of more depressing divorce shit, and then I'll move on. I'm still tied up in knots about this whole parenting time thing. For my kids' sakes, I hope the IH is right, and I'm wrong. I'm dreading this settlement hearing on Thursday, and I have a feeling I'll be sitting out in front of the courthouse puffing away on my little cancer sticks as long as I possibly can before having to

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I hate it when I come up with all kinds of brilliant and profound things to say when I'm not sitting at my computer.And frankly, I'm horrible at fully expressing these thoughts and emotions into the written word.Music is such a big part of this for me.I have my iPod on right now, at the moment listening to a little Stevie Ray. RIP.I feel like I'm coming out of my emotional funk that consumed the

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Sorry for the downer posts lately. I don't like writing them, but I'm very thankful for this outlet when these thoughts and feelings do get the better of me. And this past week was one of those times, I'm afraid.Since the IH moved out, I've had quite a few periods of time where my emotions have gotten the better of me and have completely paralyzed me like this. One time back in January, I even

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So far today has been one of those utterly lazy, disgustingly unproductive sorts of days. Well, I take that back. It has been somewhat productive, in that I started off the day by getting a phone call from my lawyer to go over the IH's latest response to my terms of the divorce. That took about 40 minutes. Fun. What a great way to start off the day!I asked her about the reality of my request

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I'm upstairs in bed, not really ready to go to sleep, but still not feeling quite right. The RK is downstairs with his pillow and his 'buddies' on the couch watching a movie. He is so precious. I am so proud of him. I hate what his father has done to this beautiful boy's life. And I'm so worried about his future.I have my DVR set to record all the new episodes of a show on the A&E network called

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-24231135308562522642007-06-20T21:19:00.000-04:002007-07-07T12:44:23.028-04:00

I'm finally getting some issues taken care of today. I've already gone through all of the retainer I paid my lawyer when I filed for divorce, so I have a call into her to figure out what she needs to proceed with my case. I also put a call into the homeowner's association about renting our little clubhouse for the RK's birthday party, and started formulating a guest list. Most of the people we

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-54987353656765166952007-06-19T23:30:00.000-04:002007-08-09T13:31:26.535-04:00

I haven't heard from SH since our incident. Tonight her son and my son were out playing with some other neighbors, and I was getting the sprinklers going and then feeding the IB his bottle out in the garage while watching them all run around. I watched her house out of the corner of my eye, and noticed she decided to sit out in her garage and read a book. Hmmm....I've been feeling like total crap

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-6038455437374038572007-06-19T22:46:00.001-04:002007-06-19T22:52:42.863-04:00

My latest purchase on iTunes was Tim McGraw's latest album. And what a gem I've discovered in the title track. This song actually gets the 'repeat' function on my iPod utilized.

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Woohoo! Yeehaw! The Silver Lining's first meme! I've been tagged by my new bloggybuddy Ba Doozie. So here we go...seven interesting facts about me.I have a tattoo of the state flag of Texas on my right ankle. I didn't get it until I was 30 years old, and I had lived out of the state for more than six years. It seems the longer I'm away, the more homesick I get. I'm still very proud of this tattoo

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13307295165727290580noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318776283802778064.post-49140734339681545592007-06-18T21:04:00.000-04:002007-06-18T21:31:32.758-04:00

What a long, slow, agonizing day. Today I fell into one of those funks where I'm very lethargic, very unmotivated. I just don't know what to do with myself. I don't want to sit around wasting time, but I don't have enough motivation to do anything productive, either. The RK and IB fall victim to these states I get in, too. Not only did I not know what to do with myself, but I don't know what

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A very bizarre thing just happened a little while ago out in my garage. Given that this is the first time anything like this has happened, I don't quite know what to make of it.First, the backstory: We have another neighbor that lives down the block who has a really awesome swingset in her backyard. Last night we were all hanging out, and the topic got around to how her next door neighbor lets

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Alas, another Friday is upon us! My house was full of kids a little while ago...while I'm still watching the RK's good buddy, I also watched the three little girls of my neighbor that lives down the block for the morning. And it went quite well, given that I don't really have anything for little girls to play with. Well, except the IB. They LOVE him. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the

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