Still alive and kicking…

I’d like to write that everything is moving along nicely with the divorce, but that would be a lie and anyone that has ever been through this (and you know who you are) it’s a roller coaster ride from hell. One day I think everything is going along as planned and then I’m confronted with another roadblock. Nothing and I mean nothing is easy. I’m doing my best not to become bitter. To not let this control every move or decision, but that’s what’s happening. I may never get married again. Didn’t I just say I was not going to become bitter? Well, I lied.

I recently had a fantastic weekend in San Francisco with Kent. He came up from San Diego. We shopped, ate some really great food and got our art on at the SF MOMA. We went east to an Oakland A’s game which was quite the event, seventeen innings to be exact. Good times.

I am officially a ‘soccer mom’ and I’m not sure how I feel about that title. I say official since my kids now play soccer. I realize that this is a generic title for a white suburban mom that schleps her kids to various extra curricular activities. Is this a good thing? Makes me feel old. I have always felt the need to fight conformity. Oh well, I am a mom who loves her kids enough to look past the moniker. I will be one with the burbs and all that goes with it. At least for now.

Sports?

I have been invited to participate in a sports blog called El Jocko.

I will post occasionally with a bit, and I do mean a bit, of insight I have on the world of sports. So, if you're interested please stop by and say hello.

A Moment

I look over my shoulder and see you lying there. Chest heaving. A look of satiation on your face. You’re eyes are closed but I notice you are smiling just slightly. Are you thinking “ job well done”? Hmmmm, I wonder. I won’t ask because it will spoil this moment. I want to remember your face, your smell, your taste. These moments are rare. They mean something or maybe everything.

Things

Well, the divorce papers have been filed. The soon to be ex has not signed them yet of course. God forbid that anything be done without a fight. I used to be such a mellow person. Now I feel like a nervous wreck half the time. I know that will end once divorce is behind me but I have a long road ahead. This fucking sucks! It sucks with a capital S. I hate this feeling. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Whew. A word of advice, don’t ever marry a psycho. Damn, I bitchy today. Feels good, feels fucking good. Yeah, I’m cussing a lot. Psychos…avoid them at all costs.

My painting is done (for now at least). Yeah! How exciting is my social life? All I have to talk about is how I redecorated the bathroom. Oh well, such is life.

Oh, in case you were wondering the bathroom looks fabulous! It's the little things.