A Big Decision

You know the song, "Its been a long time..." well that kind of describes how long its been since either of us have published. You would think that with E and FD living back in the Midwest and working in the same town with FD's goal to move to E's town we'd find the time to post. That hasn't been the case--life has been happening at a rapid rate with lots of stuff just falling into place. FD took a new job, moved home, and within a few months of new job was given a promotion. Now she's trying to find a place to rent--a pain to do when you have a dog, and the recent natural disaster in a close location hasn't helped her cause. Everything has seemed to fall into place so she's hoping this will as well.

E made the decision to start the journey to mommydom....and no there's not a guy in the picture. She's learned that maybe she's not meant to be with someone, at least right now. Online dating, meeting people through mutual friends/acquaintances, and even dating someone from her hometown (all in the space of the year) has yet again failed. E has prayed, talked to people, and researched the steps to take. She goes for her first consultation next week.

Two people, two big decisions--here's hoping 2014 is the year of BIG--and in good ways!

Flavored of a single girl

I'm spending a few days at my parents before heading to Las Vegas for the first time next week. While I visit my home town I like to think about all of the changes that have taken place in the last 2 years. The biggest is that I quit my job on a whim (leap without looking--hope I don't bottom) and took a teaching position at an alternative school. Yes, I was happier being cussed at and called a "bitch" on a semi-regular basis. I learned lots at that job including the meaning of "trains" -don't ask, the fact that kids will treat you like "fam" if you treat them well, and that if you can dish it out as well as take it you will survive. I learned that was my first "flavor" that I had good inner strength and the will to make a difference. I had a bunch of inner city "hood rats" as the kids called themselves doing P90x and walking the mile with me outside. The ice cream truck almost always a managed to come by on our walks and the kids would but me ice cream...but at least we were exercising.

I also bought a house, a scary prospect in itself but doing it alone I think is even scarier. I don't have someone to help support me so figuring out how to handle it alone became my second flavor. My basement was damaged in a recent flood and my crazy washer has decided it hates life (4 spin cycles and it leaks) but I will deal with it.

The third flavor became accepting who I am and where I am in life. That's still a work in progress. I mean who's perfect?

There are a lot more flavors to me but as I flutter about solo I think I will be just fine.