Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

I boogied down the road to Holly’s and completely and totally blew off blogging for a few days. But never fear, I’m back I’m trying to help her adjust to the area, and to being a housewifey, but I think she’s rejecting it (the housewife part at least). While here, we stocked her cabinets, surfed the personals (Yes, I placed one) and hung out. I’m sitting here trying to type my blog entry, make a chore list for when we get home, and make a grocery list as well.

What?

Yes, I said I placed a personals ad. I have 3 kids and don’t do the church thing. Ya gotta start somewhere. And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be reading about every single excruciating date. Why excruciating? Uhm…lessee – it’s been *ponders* 6 years? or something like that since I went on a date. I was living with/married to my first husband for 4 years, then we separated and I met Dan’s dad and we were together for 2 1/2 years or so. Dan’s dad and I didn’t really “date” – we pretty much skipped that part. We had an online relationship that we tried to convert to reality. Obviously it didn’t work all that well.

OK, off to finish packing the van so we can go home.

I ended up spending the night with my girlyfriend from TX and am planning on going back as soon as I get laundry done and some things straightened out here. Life is goooooood!

I’m still working on moving the site – it’s a lot harder to do with 3 kids and their resulting fallout (laundry, meals etc etc). Well, harder for me, anyways – I keep losing my train of thought in the midst of “Mom, I want this/that/the other”.

I guess I’ll just start posting IP addresses.

80.58.33.107

Especially since I’m not having it .

Generally speaking, the few males I come in contact with seem surprised if not downright shocked that I view porn.

This sounds like a good start to a weekend.

I really don’t understand the people who have two blog identities. Why NOT talk about your sex life and/or kink in-between posts about politics? Heh, it might just help your point of view. Or not. Part of me is picturing someone reading a blog and saying “I can’t believe she said that! Tha bitch needs to get spanked. *scrollscrollscroll* Oh, I see she did!”

Yes, I said I do the porno thing. I’m a perv – always have been. I think about sex the way most junkies think about scoring their next hit. No, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I’ve maintained self control….at least thus far.

I haven’t talked to my lovely hostess about it at length, but I think it’s about time I moved to my own digs. I already have a website, but wanted to help her get started.

And just for any of the MamaBloggers – this has absolutely NOTHING to do with the service I’ve received from Tanya. She’s an absolutely FABULOUS hostess – but this thing is getting bigger than I expected it to. (Writing is cathartic! Who knew!!! *giggles*)

So, expect to hear more news about this later as I install mt on my own server and get things set up.

Still coughing and sneezing, but I’m definitely on the up-swing now. I completely spaced on the “day in the life” thingy yesterday because…well, I really didn’t get out of bed for most of the day. I may take the camera with me and record what’s left of our day, though. Who knows! Right now I’m just glad to be able to breathe through both sides of my nose at the same time.

I let my “anniversary” pass by without comment back on “Single Awareness Day”. One year ago on 2/13, I boarded a plane with two kids, two suitcases and a diaper bag packed, and didn’t look back. That date also marks the last time the Ex saw his son. Oh, don’t worry – I’m not “keeping” him from coming to visit, and in fact, have offered to either meet halfway or go to Florida just so they could spend time together. It just hasn’t happened.

My girlyfriend got moved in – the one that was moving from TX to NC. Now that we’re all better, we’ll be driving down to see her in the next few days.

OH! And I nearly forgot – the other anniversary. I emailed Joe’s dad on 2/9 and told him to contact me by yesterday if he didn’t want his parental rights terminated. Guess what happened? That’s right, absolutely not a thing. No email, no phone call, nada. No, I’m really not all that surprised, but I was hoping. And before you ask, the answer is “NO”, I honestly don’t want the man. I just wanted him to get a backbone and acknowledge that it really does take two to tango.

OK, now to plan the rest of my day. We need to:

go to the library
grocery shop
laundry
wash diapers