Build your best life.

When I last posted a lot had changed... then I didn't post for awhile... I needed to sort out whether a certain someone was getting their information from a friend or what, so therefore, didn't want to post anything on the internet.  Now I don't really care, I guess.  I don't have anything to hide.  I'm not doing anything wrong and I still need a place to bitch about stuff.  So... here I go... another attempt at blogging.

I ended the last post with a big cliff-hanger...  I know you all have not been able to sleep because of it...  but aside from the birth of North West, the biggest news as of late is that I left my former employer (of 14 years) and am working at a new company.  I happen to LOVE this new company.  The company itself, the people I work with, the work I do...  love it all.

"Build your best life."  That is their "catch phrase" and it was exactly where my head was when I was interviewing... I took it as a sign.

And.... that's where I am today.  I am trying to re-build my best life.  It's a slooooooow process and DB, (douche-bag) is doing his best to delay my progress. I try every day to not let him get to me.
* note * It is not my intention to make things ugly between us, but I can honestly say that HE is the one that is making it that way.  He refuses to get along with me and has become the biggest ass-hole I've met in a long time.  This actually shocks me a little because I was led to believe that he would do what is best for the boys.  Treating me like shit isn't best for the boys.  However, I also refuse to continue to be the "nice guy."  Therefore, until he changes his tune... I will be an ass-hole right back to him.

Other things that have happened since my last post...

• Jack is about 75% potty trained.
• Both boys are 100% adorbs.
• I became PTG President, Fall-Fest co-chair and remain the pre-school room mom.  Do you think I will be busy this year?
• Sold the house.
• Am in the process of moving.  
• Looking forward to San Franciso... Women's Nike Half Marathon... 10 year anniversry

And because no post is a real post without a picture... here is one of the boys...

Single White Female

Uh, yeah!  That's me people.  Today marks the start of the rest of my life.

Today I am:

• returned to the status of "single person"
• a single mother
• divorced
• FREE!!!!

A lot of people said "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that" when I mention that I'm going through a divorce, or today saying "I'm officially divorced" and I say... "don't cry for ME Argentina!"  Shit... I'm SUPER HAPPY!!!!

Yesterday's custody mediation went well.... as far as things like that can go.

Today I am exploring yet ANOTHER major life change... more to come...

WISH ME LUCK!

don't blink

*** I guess I never finished this post... so I am actually "posting" it on 03/04/13... but it's from 02/26/13

because you'll miss it... February is just about over...  I can't believe how quickly this month has flown by.

Greyson's party was great.  He was SO happy and he and his friends had such a great time, and the fact that my dad was able to be a part of the festivities made it that much more special.  The boys and I got to spend a lot of quality time with the Pops and it was awesome!  We even got to watch the SuperBowl on a new flat screen thanks to gramps.

Turns out A-hole served me up some court papers on the day before Greyson' party... so that was a pleasant little surprise.  Note... it was one week to the day that we had finalized all of the paperwork when he found out I was dating and decided to take me back into court to renegotiate custody, etc.  Interesting, no?  He says he needs to protect his children... I guess since I am dating, now I am an unfit mother.  Needless to say he did not come to the birthday party. 

My mom came in to town to help me with the boys because I had the BIG TEN gala to attend.  This is the boys' school's big fundraiser for the year.  Each class has to make a project that is auctioned off (I of course was in charge of that project...) and there is a huge $10,000 drawing.  Before that though, I got so majorly sick I thought I was going to die.  I even ended up in the ER one night at 2:30 a.m. b/c I was SURE I was dying.  If you know me you know that I'm not a puss... but man, I woke up and death was knocking at my door.  Obviously, I did not die, but I'll spare you the details.

THANK GOD my mom was around, b/c although I didn't get a "total" break... she was able to give me a bit of reprieve here and there... and even though I was on death's door... and because my mom was there to give me the "gift" of a "girl's day to myself ( and there was no way I was going to pass that up) I took Saturday and went to a crafty thing at Anthro, then went and got my nails done and then my hair.  The WHOLE time I was either freezing or sweating to death.  I had to go to this event, I just had to. 
Once we got there and I got over my initial "sweating" phase, and had a beer, we actually felt ok for a bit.  So we mingled and had dinner, sat through some of the auctions and left.  At this point I get frantically called and texted because we left RIGHT BEFORE the big $10,000 drawing and guess what?  I was int he top 10.  (They choose 10 people and then slowly eliminate...).  So we zip around and I come running back into the hall only to be the first to be eliminated.  Oh well.  For about 3 minutes I was elated!

I was able to sleep in the next morning and that FELT GREAT!!!! 

I ended up staying sick for another 2 weeks or so... it sucked balls.

I feel like I am in a witness protection program...

NOT that I would ever know what being in one feels like.

A very hard part of this divorce is that I have to watch myself around a huge portion of my "friends" out here since they are all also friends with the A-hole.  As their friend, I don't want to put them in a position where they have to watch what THEY say around the A-hole... so in turn, I feel like I can't tell them anything that is going on with me...
BUT... thanks to blogger, changing my blog address is as easy as finding a name that isn't already used but that still reflects the original name I came up with years ago.  I'd better stop changing the name because it's just getting harder and harder.  HA!

Anyway... the very few of you that got the "change of address" are my loyalists anyway.  I doubt anybody cares as much as I do... HA!

Oh, in other news... I am getting two new molars because apparently I am so stressed out that I ground my real ones down into nubs.  Sweet.  There goes my tax refund!

Peace out.