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Archive for April, 2010
I don't believe so
Apr 12th
I’m often asked what I’m passionate about and I can’t think of a single thing. If I had to grab stuff and leave my apartment forever, I wouldn’t angst over too much. Pictures of the kids, this laptop, maybe a couple of favorite books. It’s just stuff.
I have interests. Right now it’s podcasting, but if you told me I had to stop tomorrow I’d be bummed but it wouldn’t like, break my heart. I used to love to read but I can’t tell you the last time I sat engrossed in a book.
I have future plans to somehow get an RV to move into permanently and just take off across the country. Not enough gumption to actually make any moves in that direction, mind you. I figure my credit is shit and it’ll never happen, so I guess I haven’t really invested my heart into that either.
I feel I’m trudging through life. It used to be when the kids were set, I’d go. But the kids are pretty much out on their own (I’m still around for quick rescues and babysitting) but I’ve no ambition make a move. My lease is up August 1st so I’d be free.
Wow, that’s not where I’d planned this post to go…
Anyway, about passion. I can’t think of anything I’m not meh about. Maybe Kira, but aren’t most Grandparents a bit overboard about teh babees? I like social media events, but I don’t get upset if I miss a few. I enjoy IgnitePhx and ImprovAZ stuff, but again I wouldn’t sit home and cry if I had to um, sit home.
Why am I so closed off? I don’t feel. I keep going hoping something will strike – something will spark an interest. Something that’s more than just going through the motions.
Is that depression?
Say what AT&T?
Apr 12th
I just got a collection notice for a phone bill in ex-hubby’s name, forwarded from my last address – that he never lived at – from a phone company I’ve never used. He must have defaulted on the mobile he finally got after we divorced.
Guess what? Circular file. Not my problem. I have no idea where he is or how to find him so good luck with that. I have my own bills I can’t pay.
Eyebrows? Really?
Apr 7th
Out having drinks the other night with a couple of girlfriends and two complete strangers, also girls. I’d barely sat down with the group when the conversation turned towards the connection between the condition of a woman’s eyebrows in correlation to their pubic hair. Chances are if you’re over-plucked above, you’re over-trimmed or bare below. Who knew?
I’ve never done anything with my eyebrows. Ever.
I’ve (a couple of times in my earlier life) attempted the bare thing, but never again. You know why? It creeps me the fuck out. Having been a victim of child sexual abuse, I can’t help but think if a man prefers his woman bare as a child, then what is he really looking for?
I’ve got no problem with cleaning up the edges and making myself neat. That is if I had any indication that anyone was going to be hanging around that particular area of my body. And honestly, y’all can do whatever you want with your body. I’m just saying, for me the thought of making my private area resemble a child’s is just so very wrong.
