Monday, March 30, 2009

Texting Faux Pas

I have to give a little background knowledge before I start this blog.

Background: My ex is looking to buy a house. In fact, he took our boys with him yesterday to go house hunting. The guy I am dating found a new place to live and after much crunching of numbers decided to move in there.

So here I am at home, alone. I decided to text Spencer. I flip open my phone and text "So...have you moved into your new house yet? wish I was there..."

A few minutes later I receive this text, "Why do you wish you were here? No, I'm not moving in tonight, haven't even put down an offer."

I was like What??!! Then I scroll back is from my ex.
I go to my sent box...yep, sure enough I sent it to him.
I start laughing.
I'm sure I'm not the first one to make a texting faux pas, but what are the chances??

Monday, March 23, 2009

living someone else's dream

When I was a kid, if I was having a bad day, I would imagine that I wasn't really living this life that I was just living in someone else's nightmare and eventually they would wake up and me and my horrible day would disappear.

It's actually a hard concept to wrap your brain around, if you think about it.... You only existing when someone else is sleeping.

I justified it by when I was asleep the person whose dream world I was living in was actually awake....and the crazy dreams I was having were just small clips of their life that I was getting glimpses of.

I laugh now because sometimes my life is crazy...crazier than I want it to be...but I can't complain too much because things seem to (over all) be heading in a pretty positive direction for me. So, it would be a complete disappointment, if tomorrow, the person's dream world I was living in never slept again.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Just call us "The Brady Bunch"

When Spencer and I are together with his two kids and my two kids, we kind of feel like the Brady Bunch. We double our family's size.

(Yes...this took me WAY too much time on Photoshop...but it was fun :)

Not only do we double our family's size, but we don't have a vehicle that will safely transport all six of us. So...we decided to solve that problem this week.

We had been scoping out Suburbans for about a month. We knew that we didn't need a new vehicle. We knew that we didn't need an expensive one either. Just something that was clean, well-maintained, and could fit all six of us comfortably.

We found one in Oklahoma City. The guy had made many replacements/repairs and had kept the vehicle spotless. The price was we went for it!

It was the morning of St. Pat's day. We both decked out in green. (Me, more so, than Spencer...I mean this IS my holiday!)

Spencer laughed. He said, "Here I am, a 37 year old, dressed like a 27 year old getting a ride from my mom to go buy a vehicle in Oklahoma City with my girlfriend. Sounds like the premise of a bad movie."

I laughed too. It did sound pretty ridiculous. It's a good thing most of our lives aren't videotaped because most of us would find our lives on the gag reel on a weekly (if not daily) basis. His mom went along so Spencer and I could both ride back together in the Suburban.

When we got there, I let Spencer do his guy bargaining thing. I'm one of those folks that if you say the price is $5.00, I'll reach into my purse and pay you $5.00. I wish I was better at bargaining...but I'm not...and I'll be the first to admit it. Spencer, however, did a fine job of it and got the guy to lower the price. (Something to do with a spot of something on the air conditioner compressor.)

So when we headed out of town, even with the GPS, we managed to get lost. (I'm so used to getting lost it didn't phase me.) We, in fact, got lost onto an air force base. (Now quit laughing!) The military doesn't find people getting lost onto their base very funny. They did allow us to turn around, but we had to surrender our driver's licenses until we were turned around and headed back out.

We stopped to eat. (The whole reason for the GPS getting us lost in the first place.) Then we were on our way. We enjoyed our time together heading back in our new vehicle. As Spencer drove, I was like a little kid with a new toy. I climbed from the front seat to the middle seat to the back seat. Folding seats down and then back up again...and then climbing back up front again. (I'm sure his mom, who was behind us, wondered what in the world I was doing -LOL)

I'm not exactly sure why, but it was a great ride. We both were just so thoroughly happy... with the vehicle...the experience...each other.

As the sun was setting, we once again parted ways (like we do every other weekend), but not before we got a pic of us with our "new" set of wheels.

And in today already walks tomorrow

This past weekend when I was with Spencer and his kids, Spencer asked his son, Corban, if he was still planning on being a chef when he grew up. He said, "Yes."
So I asked, "When you are a chef, can I eat in your restaurant for free?"
Coban: "No. Only family we be able to eat for free."
Spencer: "Well, let me throw this one out there for you then. What if I marry Dawn, and she becomes your step-mom? Then she will be family. Then can she eat in your restaurant for free?"
I smile.
Corban: "Nope."

Corban and I have a pretty good relationship. (I think)
But... I have also been on the end of being the kid whose parent is going out on dates with someone... and I hated it!!!
So when Corban acted cold towards me the rest of the afternoon, I insisted Spencer talk to him and let him know that a marriage for us is not pressing. Not surprising...things weren't quite so cold towards me after that.
I've had several friends ask, "Sooo....When's the wedding?" Not sure if they were joking or not...but I (very seriously) tell them that I am not there yet! Not that it couldn't be in the future... just not yet.

Spencer and I are doing well...really well. We fit together. We don't do things to impress one another. We are just ourselves...which, in turn, is what the other one needs. We just don't need to rush things...and we don't need others to do it for us either.


I was informed that I needed a new posting so my baby's raw belly would NOT be the first thing you saw when you came onto my blog.

I could say that I don't have anything to say... but any of you that truly know me, know that isn't true. I could say that I haven't had time... which would be partially true. But the honest truth is I am hesitant to post somethings now days.

I started this blog to get things off my chest... to express my joys, as well as my sorrows.

I had never intended it to air my dirty laundry or to be criticized...these things make me hesitant.

But I feel like my life is changing... and with these changes, I sometimes feel like I should hold these things dear to my heart instead of sharing them.

So instead, I will give you some quotes that spoke to me today:

Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.

I've noticed that being with you, I smile more often, I anger a little less quickly, the sun shines a little brighter, and life is so much sweeter. For being with you takes me to a different place: a place called love.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The cock may crow, but it is the hen that lays the egg

I know that divorces aren't meant to be smooth. I just hate it sometimes that I have to communicate more with my ex now than we did when we were married.

He called me the other day and asked for our 2007 taxes , a copy of our divorce decree, and a copy of our quit claim deed. I laughed.

I laughed because all of those things he could have gotten from somewhere else, but I was the shortest distance between point A and point B.

I was kind, polite, whatever you want to call it and I got those things for him.

Then today I got some texts from him. He wanted me to go to my bank and produce copies of my new loan to prove that he was off the old loan. I told him that the quit claim deed did that - that he just needed to show that. He said that his name was still showing up on the loan. He told me to just do it because the house he is looking to buy is a rush job and he needs that documentation ASAP.

I thought to myself, "And this concerns me how???" He didn't hold my hand as I went about to refinance... and the reason he didn't is because... we aren't married any more!

So, I told him to contact our old mortgage company if he needed more proof that the old loan was paid off. In a sarcastic manner, he told me thanks for all my help.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Rash decision

My son, Sam, has had these raised bumps on his belly for months.
We had taken him to our family doctor several times and she didn't seem to know what it was. In January, we took him to a dermatologist. The dermatologist seemed kind of concerned with the fact that we had waited so long to get them checked out (which we hadn't). She said that it could take up to a year to completely heal him of them. I don't know what she called it, but she prescribed him a cream that without my insurance would have been $600 (Yikes!), but with it, it was just $35. The cream basically burned off the bumps and made bleeding open sores on him.
I have had mixed feelings on putting the cream on him, because it is causing him such pain. His skin is now starting to be blotchy around those areas. I am afraid it might be an allergic reaction to the cream. So we have set up a new dermatologist appointment at the beginning of April (earliest we could get it).
It is a confusing situation to me as I want Sam well, but I don't want to make him sick in order to get him well.

Goin' a little buggy

It was warm out today... and after a cold winter stint I love to open the windows and allow the fresh spring breeze to blow through. It also prompts me to want to clean out closets...I guess I am one of those "spring cleaners".

Problem is, is that I always have to make a mess before it actually seems clean to me. And with kids, it seems like I get the mess made (of pulling everything out) and not always do I get the job done that day. So...then it sits a mess until I have another "spring cleaning" fit. This kind of drives me batty!

Back in college I used to clean houses. My mom laughed the first house cleaning job I ever got. (She had seen my room all through high school - lol) But cleaning houses was one of those jobs that you could go, do it, and be back in just a couple of hours...that and it paid cash! I guess I liked that, the finality of it. Quick. easy. done.

I wouldn't say that I was "the best", but I was pretty darn good. Anything that my employers would ask me to clean, I would clean. Cause there is something about leaving a clean house. The last house cleaning job I had, I had to quit. Their house was infested with ladybugs. Now, I'm sure you're thinking, "Ahhh, what's wrong with a few measly ladybugs, they're cute." Right? WRONG!

Ladybugs stink to high heaven!

If you don't believe me, try vacuuming a few hundred of them up and see what your house smells like. (Trust me I did, and it stinks!) Or if you ever have held one in you hand or tried to smash one and you get yellow goop on your hands, it is actually the ladybug releasing a little bit of their blood (YUCK!! - that stinks) trying to ward you off as a predator.

I don't want to be considered a ladybug predator. I just want to have a clean house...a clean ladybug-free house.

So...when I saw one on my screen today...I hope the neighbors didn't think I was crazy as I yelled, "GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE!" as I flicked it off my screen.