I've never been a fan of crime type shows but can't stop watching Criminal Minds. Probably because it is so psychological. And they always start the next episode as soon as the first one is finished so you get sucked in watching episode after episode.
I want to be Garcia:
I was social and went out with a friend Friday; King of Prussia Mall H&M, Urban Outfitters, and DSW = fantastic Friday. I oogled somethings in Urban Outfitters home section, but I didn't ultimately buy anything. Then we finished up our evening at California Pizza Kitchen. It was fun. While I was out with her she persuaded me to try out her adult gymnastics class. It's on Wednesdays which is the night mom sleeps over, so it would actually be doable. I am 98% certain I will feel ridiculous attempting the recreate the gymnastics moves I had perfected as a kid. I'm not sure how my chubby out of shape body will take to it, but she assures me there are all different ability/fitness levels, so I am willing to give it a try. I need some new things in my life and if it helps me be a tiny bit more physically active instead of laying around all day cooking under the laptop, that's a good thing, right?
Speaking of physical activities I used to be into, my church is now offering a kickboxing class on Thursday nights. I would love to go to that as well since it's free and the teacher just recently had a baby, so I'm thinking it shouldn't be all people in spandex with rock hard abs. Swinging a sitter is the only thing, because in typical Relief Society style, they said to have your husband stay home to watch the kids. *Sigh*.
Tonight's Theme Song: Time and Time Again from August and Everything After
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Blah...
I have no money, no life and the only way I can cheer myself up is to be a hater on the internet.
BUT
Tomorrow is Friday. Isaac is on his way to his dad's for a fun weekend of birthday activities and I'm trying to get my own plans in order. Although I'm a little down, there's no reason for me to be living like the Unabomber. I don't necessarily feel in the mood for extreme social butterflyism, but I can at least make an effort to see people that I don't normally see this week. I'm looking forward to it....
Things that make me happy (in no particular order):
All of the Stephenson Men
I could write a blog devoted to each person in this picture. The men in my family are so incredible to me and Isaac and I love them each so much. No matter what, they each go out of their way to make sure that Isaac and I are taken care of and have what we need.
My brother's girlfriend Hayley and the absolutely INCREDIBLE cake she brought for Isaac's bowling birthday.
She works in a bakery and brought this home from work. I've never seen anything like the detail in the Spiderman. The picture doesn't even do it justice.
Amish Buggies
Whenever I'm at my mom's place I see at least three or four. This one is going right down their street. I love that buggy parking is just as common at banks, grocery stores, and Rita's Water as car parking. They live in such a cute sleepy little town.
Newly organized handbags.
My brother Joe came over on President's Day to paint Isaac's bedroom and he helped me with a lot of random projects around the house. I had the smaller set of hooks in my closet for a while, but it could only barely hold all my bags. Now that I have the larger row on top everything looks neat and tidy inside my closet. I love it.
This picture is finally hung up!
This proportions in this photo turned out a little wierd but I think you get the gist. I've had that propped up against the living room wall forever. First we needed to paint the living room (see-- it's not blindingly white anymore! Another room painted with salvaged paint, this time leftovers from Joe's hallways.) Then we didn't have the right anchors. Then we were missing a stud finder {INSERT OBVIOUS SINGLE GIRL JOKE HERE}. But it's up and it's fabulous. The living room is coming together slowly but surely and that makes me very happy.
My diploma is hung!
Along the same lines. My Master's Degree has been hung in the office for a while but my Pitt Diploma has been just sitting in the office closet, which is such a shame. So I put it up in the hallway over the weekend (and it is straight although you can't tell from the picture).
This song makes me crank up the radio and car dance at red lights. . Poor Isaac. I wonder how long till he finds out that having your mom break into song and dance to the latest pop music is not really the norm.
One thing I really miss about blogging at Myspace is all of their privacy settings. You could set certain entries to be viewed by anyone, or just certain people or whatever. I want to keep my blog open to anyone who cares to click on it, but I am pretty certain that like 70% of my readership is my mom and her friends. So how candid and real do I want to be when I’m writing to that audience? Eh. We’ll see. On the other hand, I enjoy blogging and the occasional "hey, girl, you're not crazy, I'm right here with you" comment that is tossed my way. And I know personally I would rather read something that is real, rather than the standard "So blessed!!" picture blogs.
So we'll see.
Let the trainwreck continue...
A few years ago I was blog stalking an ex boyfriend and stumbled across an entry about me, posted maybe a year or two after we called it quits. It did not mention me by name but it was very obvious (to me at least) that he was referring to me/our relationship/my imperfections. It was not pleasant to read. But fair is fair. Those were/are his opinions and his blog and and how can I be angry when I went looking for it?
I think you can tell where I am going with all of this.
Anyways, without further adieu....
I was pretty freaking generous in my last entry about the demise of the relationship between PDH and myself. We broke up because pretty much since I am doing 90% of the work and rather than address issues he'd rather put our relationship on indefinite hiatus. I mean, at least have the balls to really just end it with me. I guess I have to learn not to put all my eggs in one basket, I can be a terribly trusting person. I feel a bit blindsided because it seemed like one day everything was fine and then all of a sudden everything is just not what I thought. I'm under no delusions - I don't expect a relationship to be effortless, especially one with all of the issues I detailed in the last entry - but there are some basic things that shouldn't be an issue. Interest, for me, is one of those. The person you are dating should be someone you are interested in occasionally spending time with. So is being true to your word. If you say you're going to do something, do it, and if you're not interested, just say that. I can't take uncertainty and the confusion. From now on, I feel like that's going to be my first question.
I’m also left questioning the integrity of someone puts themselves out there by joining a dating site, who bothered to take the time to become friends with me first and pursued me while I was unsure if I was ready to date and slowly peeled back my layers until I let down my emotional guard. I just don’t understand how that same person suddenly seems to have no interest in putting in more than the absolute bare minimum of effort required to maintain a relationship. Why suddenly spending time together ranks below having your car tinkered with and watching Olympic hockey. Really? Really?!
(And, I'm just going to state the obvious here: this is why I am honestly terrified by the brief courtships and engagements of so many of my lds friends. How the heck can you really know someone till you have been with them for at least a year?)
The worst part is I feel like our relationship has turned me into a pathetic, desperate crybaby. And that's never been me....
meh...
Anyways, this blog will be back to it's regular od format of failed attempts at domesticity in about a week or so...
Until then, it's going to be a little heavy on the Alanis around here...
Gosh, the focus of this blog seems to have shifted from my failed attempts at domesticity to my (failed) adventures in dating while juggling life as a single mom.
The single mom part is cake. You roll with it. You adapt. You make it work.
It's the dating part that's so complicated.
Blah.
I knew this would happen once I acknowledged our relationship here and on social networking sites. I couldn't help myself though, we had been quietly seeing each other for over six months, I thought I was safe....
So PDH and I had a long talk (actually iniated by me) and decided that although we don't want to break up with one another, being together is kind of a lot of work right now.
Reasons Being Together is a kind of a Lot of Work Right Now:
We live roughly, one hour apart.
He works nights and some weekends. I work weekdays during the day.
It is a rare day when I can do anything spontaneously.
And spontaneous urges to hang out are mostly squashed when we remember that for one of us to drive to the other's place, that person will spending two hours commuting in the car that night. And the non-commuting person will most likely be getting up for work the next day.
My three most reliable babysitters (my mom, Isaac's dad, my brother) live about an hour away from me, but in different directions and not the same direction as PDH lives. Which means two hours of driving to hang out is often pre-empted by an hour each way to drop Isaac off at the babysitter's house. (Before someone suggests it-- I can't get a teenager from church to babysit, because I would have to wake Isaac up to take her home, which makes no sense. Also, I'm broke, so I need someone who is willing to do it for free).
* Related side-note: I've concluded that although my house is fab and convenient to work, it is close to ABSOLUTELY nothing else and it's really a problem.
The stars only align that I will have a sitter and he will be off work at most a few times a month which makes me feel bad because I don't feel like it is enough time together and makes him feel guilty when other things he needs/wants to do crowd out potential "date times". And I know how that is. When I worked nights and weekends at Melmark it just felt like there were so many things that had to be missed because of work that sometimes I would feel like life was sort of passing me by.
Anyways...
Our situation is what it is and it seems we have sort of come to an impasse. We both care about and like each other but logistically dating seriously is not working out so well. We concluded that we are on sort of a dating hiatus for a while. Maybe in the spring/summer it will be easier to date.
Or not.
Who knows?
Of course I'm sad.
And the timing was sort of icky being Valentine's and all.
But I'm also sort of relieved.
So that's that.
Now we all know.
Feel free to comment about it here.
Feel free to NOT comment about in person.
(Don't worry, I haven't abandoned my emotional slogan for 2010; I can still have it all.)
