Monthly Archives: February 2009


red-suitcaseWhat do you pack when you leave your husband?

It’s a question I asked myself one year ago today.

Well, you pack pajama’s and work clothes. (Because you have grand illusions of not falling apart and having to leave the office.)

Today, more than any other day, I mark as the date my marriage ended.(although it wasn’t “official” until June).  I could have picked a number of other dates that followed  -because after February 27, the cards fell like dominoes.

The day I found out about her  (March 4)

The day I filed. (March 7)

The day I moved into my apartment (May 1)

The day I resurfaced on my blog (May 6)

And so on.

But I picked this date because it marks the hardest thing I had ever done. The bag had to be packed. The rest of the milestones were part of the unpacking.

And today is a day I can celebrate how far I’ve come, the inner strength and beauty I found within and the friends and family who helped me along the way.

Because over the course of the past year, I’ve unpacked my bags and I’ve come home.


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Babies, babies everywhere

I’m telling you, they are falling out of the sky.

I’m surrounded by them. It’s like my friend, J said the other day, “Babies are to 30 as weddings were to 25.” I kind of agree.

The facts:

  • Two of the work girls are pregnant
  • One of them is due REALLY soon
  • The other one is having her second baby
  • Another person who is very close to me is also pregnant 

To top it off, now that I’m going to Blogher,I’m starting to read a lot more “mommy blogs.” If you haven’t gotten the memo, there’s like a gagillion moms who blog out there and they are  this huge viral marketing/word-of-mouth marketing/public relations/product reviewing machine — talking about everything from nursing bras to (ahem) intimacy enhancers. Quite candidly, I might add.

There are single moms and working moms and nursing moms and stay-at-home moms and funny moms and crafty moms and cooking moms and probably even MILF’s but I haven’t found any specific blogs for that yet…

 (There was  a time when I just read running blogs. What happened to that? Oh yeah, I “stopped” running. That’ll do it.)

These new blog reads are in addition to the  mommy/parenting  blogs I was already reading:

Theirs & theirs


This one

And this one.

How did I get sucked into this again?

Then just minutes ago Workgirl #2’s first baby dropped by with her husband for an impromptu office visit. She is almost 3 and is all curly haired cuteness, not to mention a magnet for the Aflac toy duck in Workgirl #2’s office. (Yes, THAT duck. And boy don’t you know her husband was thrilled  when darling daughter left that duck behind as a special toy for Mommy’s office.)

She was so adorable, even with that stupid duck, that I just wanted to grab her up and cuddle her. I became this weird, creepy co-worker, awkwardly walking behind her husband and daughter, as they toured the office, so proud that this cute little girl came to vist us her.

What is WRONG with me?!

I think I’m a glutton for punishment, really. I do not need a child.

Observe the following way more important facts:

  • The boyfriend can attest to the fact that at least 4 times a day, I will lose my phone in my purse. Oh yes, I know it’s in there, but I can’t find it because my purse is too flipping big. And I’m a spaz. So I make him call me so I can look for the phone to light up. I’m kind of thinking it would be a bad thing if I lost a baby in my purse.
  • Even more often than I lose my phone (in my purse), I misplace my keys. This event requires everyone to stop what they are doing RIGHT NOW and participate in Stephanie’s Key-Finding Scavenger Hunt. Oh yeah, and half the time, the keys are in my purse, hanging out with my phone. Imagine if I had bottles and binkies and diapers to manage. It would be a disaster.
  • This is my typical schedule: 6:45 a.m. wake up, 8 a.m. go to work, noon lunch, 5:30 p.m. happy hour, 8 p.m. dinner and wine,  11-11:30 sleepy time. Find me a mom with this easy of a schedule. I double dog dare you. You will, however, probably get knocked out for suggesting it is even a possibility. 
  • I just took Gertie to get her annual vaccinations — oh about six months later than I should have. (I’ve been busy, ok? And it’s not like I have a lot of rabid animals running around my apartment.) You probably shouldn’t do that with a kiddo, huh?
  • I’m a HUGE hypocondriac. Every day, I can find something on Web M.D. that I am certain I have come down with. Polyps – check. Cancer-check, Brain tumor- check. I don’t know if I could oversee both  my list of disseases and my child’s.
  • I’m out of space for additional items in my bedroom and I don’t think Roomie has any room left either, although I haven’t broached the subject with her…
  • My car always has a bunch of junk in it. (ha ha, I have junk in my trunk.) No room for a car seat. (Although, I did find out by default last weekend that my child locks work just fine. And by default I mean, when I got locked in because I gave up the passenger seat to G-Man and the boyfriend was driving.)
  • Speaking of driving, I’m a horrible driver. I would never put a kid in the car with me.  That would be problematic.
  • And, I have the dreadful feeling that Gertie would LOVE diapers. I’m just saying…


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This weather sucks.

I mean it’s awesome, but it sucks.

Because it makes me want to put on one of my 43 jean skirts.

And dig out my 13 pairs of flip flops.

And switch from cabs to pinot grigios.

And start to give a care about washing my car.

And kick it with an overpriced iced somthing or other from chain coffee store place.

And leave the windows open at night.

But alas, it’s all just a tease. Because next week, or the week after that, I’m sure I’ll be sporting my FUggs, a chunky wool sweater and hat hair from my pink knit hat.

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Weekend Highlights

  • I ran 2.5 miles on Friday
  • I ran 2 miles on Saturday
  • I ran 2 miles on Sunday
  • I attended two going away parties
  • Gertie spazzed out on Friday night. I can’t even begin to explain what she was doing, but it was very funny. It was sort of a sitting run back and forth across the boyfriend’s bedroom.
  • Saturday afternoon, I was the laziest person on the planet.
  • I hosted a small Oscars gathering in my PJ’s (so was everyone else.)
  • I ate too much sushi and cheese and crackers and hummus and…ugh.
  • I tweeted from the boyfriend’s computer
  • Then I totally got busted by the boyfriend’s sister when she later logged in and saw that I had googled “mimosa.”
  • I can’t spell, ok? And Twitter doesn’t have a spell check.

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Meet Shirley

It’s time to play the music
It’s time to light the lights
It’s time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight

My Valentine’s Day present from the boyfriend.



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Finally Friday Fun Facts

  • I’m making up a little song and dance for the giddy feeling that poured over me when I woke up and realized what day it is.
  • It will go something like: It’s Friiiiiiiday. It’s Friiiiiiiiday. I’m feeling happy. It’s Friiiiiiiday.
  • And scene.
  • The boyfriend took me out to dinner last night and it was so good.
  • On the agenda this weekend are two, yes two going away parties.
  • Also, it’s my favorite holiday on Sunday.
  • Did I mention it’s Friday?
  • And I’m very excited?


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Quirky gets handy

I fixed it!

Can you believe it?

I. fixed. the. broken. garbage. disposal.

(I think they make a someecard for that.)

Truth be told, the reality of the situation is not nearly as impressive as me telling you I fixed my broken garbage disposal.

Because we all know I have mad skillz when it comes to these sorts of things. (snort!)

Ok, enough with the horse and pony show.

The garbage disposal wasn’t working. (You gathered that.) One flicked the light switch and nothing happened.

First, I did what I usually do when something breaks. I called the landlord.

But after 24 hours of no fix, I was starting to get frustrated. And the sink was starting to stink.

So I started thinking about the fact that usually when a garbage disposal breaks, it makes heinous noises only akin to some sort of farm animal giving birth (I’ve actually never heard the latter, but I can imagine?) And in this case, it didn’t make any noise. It didn’t do anything. It was almost as if….

it wasn’t on?

So I opened up the cabinet under the sink and looked for a button. I didn’t really know what I was looking for, but I figured some sort of lever or push device would do the trick.

There was a button at the very bottom of it. I figured pushing was going to do one of two things — maul my hands with some sort of extract-o blade apparatus or turn the thing on.

I took a risk. What the heck.

Then, I stood up, ran the water and flicked the switch.


I was practically jumping up and down.

I’ve never fixed anything before.

The only person in the universe who was truly impressed was Roomie. Which is probably part of why I like her so much.


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