Road Less Traveled
Today seems to be miscellaneous rambling day.....
Had to add in this American Idol review:
THANK FRIGGIN GOD!!! Bo and Carrie are still in, I'm glad Vonzell's still here, I still her better than Anthony. Ant, sorry but it's your time. Glad to know the fucktards out there tryin to screw up the voting, well aren't. But shit, did they have to let him sing again? :op
Today I found out I got the apartment I've been wanting! I'm psyched! It's actually the first apartment I've had completely on my own. I went from my parents' house to living with my ex, got married, then split up. I lived on my own in 'our' apartment for about 7 months before moving out to Portland, then I moved in with friends out here and have been with them since. Independence.... better late than never! I'm one of those people that function just fine "alone," I don't need people around me every minute - I have a TV after all!! ;)
Tonight after work I went to a local hospital for a "wellness" presentation on women & heart disease - with my family history, I figured why not, may as well be informed right? Didn't tell me a whole lot I didn't already know, but some of my questions were answered. But shit, I had to record "Lost" so I don't know how much of a trade-off it was, but the free Starbucks didn't hurt :o)
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We all know by now the story of the "runaway bride," who got cold feet and took off, worrying everyone she knew and half the country. I don't really have an opinion on it - I don't know her, and obvioiusly she felt she "couldn't hack it" and had to take off. Hey, do what you have to do. I guess it was an immature way to handle it, but some people just have a hard time with confrontation and brutal honesty. I know I do. People when under a tremendous amount of stress can do stupid things. Like the well-to-do lady who, after several cocktails, accidentally hits someone or something on the way home to her rich and absent husband, and instead of being a normal responsible human being and stopping to help and face the consequences, panics and just drives off - not because she doesn't give a shit, just because she panicked and got scared and just freaked the fuck out and drove off.
I was married before - at first, of course, I would swear on a stack of bibles that he wa "the one." No doubt. 7 years later, when we finally got married, I had silent suspicions that maybe this wasn't the love to end all loves. But, ya know, you get comfortable, and, well, calling things off seems a lot harder than just going through with it. I wasn't honest with myself or with him, and of course after 6 more years, I told him via e-mail that "maybe we should not be married anymore." Nothing horrible happened, we just drifted apart, like a lot of couples do. I could have taken the easy and responsible road, and stuck with it "no matter what." There was this feeling eating away at me, making me wonder what else was out there for me, what would life be like for me if I didn't always have someone else to think about? I met him when I was 19, went from my parents' house to living with him. I never had any independence.
I was going somewhere with this post, I really was, but now my poor ADDized brain can't remember where :op
Had to add in this American Idol review:
THANK FRIGGIN GOD!!! Bo and Carrie are still in, I'm glad Vonzell's still here, I still her better than Anthony. Ant, sorry but it's your time. Glad to know the fucktards out there tryin to screw up the voting, well aren't. But shit, did they have to let him sing again? :op
Today I found out I got the apartment I've been wanting! I'm psyched! It's actually the first apartment I've had completely on my own. I went from my parents' house to living with my ex, got married, then split up. I lived on my own in 'our' apartment for about 7 months before moving out to Portland, then I moved in with friends out here and have been with them since. Independence.... better late than never! I'm one of those people that function just fine "alone," I don't need people around me every minute - I have a TV after all!! ;)
Tonight after work I went to a local hospital for a "wellness" presentation on women & heart disease - with my family history, I figured why not, may as well be informed right? Didn't tell me a whole lot I didn't already know, but some of my questions were answered. But shit, I had to record "Lost" so I don't know how much of a trade-off it was, but the free Starbucks didn't hurt :o)
**************
We all know by now the story of the "runaway bride," who got cold feet and took off, worrying everyone she knew and half the country. I don't really have an opinion on it - I don't know her, and obvioiusly she felt she "couldn't hack it" and had to take off. Hey, do what you have to do. I guess it was an immature way to handle it, but some people just have a hard time with confrontation and brutal honesty. I know I do. People when under a tremendous amount of stress can do stupid things. Like the well-to-do lady who, after several cocktails, accidentally hits someone or something on the way home to her rich and absent husband, and instead of being a normal responsible human being and stopping to help and face the consequences, panics and just drives off - not because she doesn't give a shit, just because she panicked and got scared and just freaked the fuck out and drove off.
I was married before - at first, of course, I would swear on a stack of bibles that he wa "the one." No doubt. 7 years later, when we finally got married, I had silent suspicions that maybe this wasn't the love to end all loves. But, ya know, you get comfortable, and, well, calling things off seems a lot harder than just going through with it. I wasn't honest with myself or with him, and of course after 6 more years, I told him via e-mail that "maybe we should not be married anymore." Nothing horrible happened, we just drifted apart, like a lot of couples do. I could have taken the easy and responsible road, and stuck with it "no matter what." There was this feeling eating away at me, making me wonder what else was out there for me, what would life be like for me if I didn't always have someone else to think about? I met him when I was 19, went from my parents' house to living with him. I never had any independence.
I was going somewhere with this post, I really was, but now my poor ADDized brain can't remember where :op
posted by Miss_Vicki at 9:08 PM
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