Happy Birthday, Meem!

There once a girl that watched a dot.
The more she did, the greener she got.
She read the word,
Got rid of her turd
Then loved her life a lot 🙂

Happy Birthday!

Meem, I hope you are doing well, we miss you.

Have a wonderful birthday and celebrate with us that you were born.

Love and hugs ~ JoAnn

Happy Birthday, Meem!
It was so good to hear from you the other day. I sure hope you stop by again soon and much more often.
Much love, Claire

Happy bday and I hope you had a great day!

Love and hugs

how sweet of you all! Thanks you. I wish I could say something positive tonight, but I can’t. My husband came home yesterday late for his one day a week visit. He’s in bed now. He didn’t acknowledge that tomorrow is my birthday. He’ll leave tomorrow morning at 3:00 a.m., so I guess its safe to say he won’t be presenting me with a gift or a nice dinner out (or some kind of sexual gratification??). I tried to have a heart to heart with him. Asked him why he was at the bar Friday night, why he’s desperately seeking a sex partner and why hes looking so hard for a new girlfriend and not to bother denying it because I’ve seen his profile on Match.com (etc), asked what would he do if the shoe was on the other foot, how would he like it if I were sitting on a bar stool and lying to him about it, what would he do if I were looking for someone and he found out, asked him to please define the terms of this relationship and told him that I am powerless to do anything about what he is obviously not going to stop doing, even if it is imperative to saving our relationship. His answer to all: “I don’t know.”
How do I desribe what that feels like? Help me here, cause I know you know…. Flat? Like dropping out of the sky onto a freeway? Like riding a motorcycle into a brick wall? I don’t even know why I thought he would at least try to connect with me. Things were going well for a while there, just like always — the cycles. When you’re in it, its so easy to get caught up in the good side and forget that the bad Mike will be back sooner or later. Usually sooner.
I absolutely have to stop watching him. That is for now the only answer. What I don’t know can’t hurt me. And why does it still hurt anyway? Because I’m 55 tomorrow and fat and old and my blonde hair is growing out more silver than it was before I died it blond 7 months ago? I can’t complete. How does he get these women to go to bed with him? He’s a gray haired old hillbilly. He’s toothless (without his dentures), has hideous white feet with long toenails that he never clips, walks with a gimpy limp because he has a drop foot and a bent ankle from a skiing accident, chews that chewing tobacco stuff and spits into a water bottle he keeps next to his recliner. Still when I look at him I see that funny, silly, charming rugged southerner with the blue eyes and the masculine mustache. There was just something about him. I hated him at first, but he was so persistent. And he became so endearing to me. He followed me around like a puppy. He cried when he had to leave me (once — okay that was kinda weird and over the top). We went to go look at cars on the train. He had his arm around me the whole way – like lovers do. We made love – beautiful love, or maybe it was just beautiful to me because I was falling in love with him. Actually I do remember something weird about our lovemaking. He always had an empty look – like he was looking through me. And the noises – animal moans – like in a porno. That was strange. And for some reason, the first time I ever– well, you know, went down there, he was shaved bare. Who does that? Why? I’ve heard of women doing it, but men? I don’t even remember what his excuse was. He said he hadn’t been with anybody in like a year. Then why the….???? I must have totally dismissed how weird that was for some reason cause it sure seems weird to me now. But it had been 6 months for me and I was so ripe I was falling off the vine!

Anyway, if I have anything good to report, I have an escrow that is due to close soon. $220,000 home. Yay! And I’ve picked up bread making and made my first sourdough loaves this morning. Took me technically a week to make them if you count the starter. Came out pretty good. I’ll make another tomorrow, then I’ll put it away. I need to get back to the business of making a living. The economy is changing and with it real estate is improving. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Or maybe one of these days, God will help me make my own way in the world.

So thanks ladies. xoxoxoxo

Sister, we make our own ‘luck’. It’s high time you got started on a “Recover Meem” project. We’re here to help!