tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61107942011-12-22T13:16:03.523-08:00<b>Chronicles of a Girl in Motion</b>Dorothy ishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10746031352288628475noreply@blogger.comBlogger5051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110794.post-26367362205827688622011-12-22T13:12:00.000-08:002011-12-22T13:16:03.542-08:00

My daughter will be almost 9 months old on Christmas Day. I recall last year, feeling like I understood a bit better, what God felt when sending Jesus to live on Earth. The idea of giving up a child - MY child - is absolutely out of the question for me.This year, having her here, I think I understand just a fraction of what it would be like, for God, to love us to the point he would give up his

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Baby Z is already 8 months old! I can't believe the turns my life has taken.I met someone when I was 6 months pregnant. We dated on and off until the little punkin was a few months old. LaMar wanted to get back together. I didn't. And then I met the Argent Sargent (oh look it up!)... so different... so wonderful... so I don't know. Suffice it to say that I am again engaged. And to be married in

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No one would believe the Jerry Springer-like quality my life has taken on in the past month, if it hadn't happened to me.Let's back it up to May. LaMar finally proposed marriage. We planned a November wedding at a seaside retreat along the California coast. Beautiful and romantic, and the wedding and marriage of our dreams. At the end of July, he called me up one day out of the blue and said it

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Well, it's not exactly a used car, but you've always seen those women whose engagement rings are more expensive than your car. Two or three carats, total. Shiny and sparkly.... that innate sense of them simultaneously bragging about their spendy fiancé *and* "I'm taken, but don't you wish you could have me"?sidebarQuite frankly, I think that being a fiancée to my partner is way sexier than

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So I admit it: I don't blog when I'm happy. It's been a loooong time since I've been here and I'll tell you what's eating at me now:My awesome, wonderfully charming and handsome boyfriend took me to Tiffany and Company on Boxing day, to pick out an engagement ring. He hasn't asked yet, but I'd say the odds are at least in my favor. That day was exciting and things have been wonderful... but I'm

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I started a new job at the same work place. Finally getting ready to go back to the gym and realizing how content I am with life.That mono-bout really knocked me in my bum, but the fatigue has finally lightened up.Good friends, good family, awesome man in my life. Sigh. It's all good baby.

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That's me: mono-girl for the last entire month!!! I haven't been working. Only attending class, doing homework, and allowing friends to come over to check on me from time to time. It's really boring. Really... freaking... boring... But I've stopped consuming pre-packaged food (except for the 2 mini brownie bites from Starbux on the way to class), and comPLETELY stopped drinking coffee. Did I

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I'm totally blogging this from my bed, using the new blackberry! It's SO a step up from the old laptop... Lighter and quieter. So basically I got the $30/month data plan with my phone & have founf that I don't really use (utilize) it that much. But the GPS feature that I DO want is a mere $10 more/ month. Grrrrrr! Therefore I am attempting to exhibit restraint. So..... Difficult..... WHERE AM I?

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Wow.... I missed my "Divorce-a-versary" this year by many weeks. It's been four years. Over 4 years.However, I didn't forget the 11-month anniversary with LaMar. Wow... I remember when starting to date M.W. and Othello, I was always on here talking... constantly, incessantly. I've moved into a different mode of my life and it's not so important anymore to write, because I'm LIVING instead.... :-)

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If therapy has shown me anything, it’s not to regret the past, but to find good in all of it… even in failed attempts (The Justin Ferrin Song,by the same name, is a fave of mine).Nelson was very funny. He had a sense of humor and tried to do right. He gobbled up the Bible and even though his sense of leadership was woefully misguided, he wanted to do well.His curls were legendary and his

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Jayleigh wrote a post about my trip with LaMar to Chicago this week.You know she's right. The only thing to fear is fear itself. Because God is watching out for me.Heavenly Father,thank you for never letting me go,never letting me down,always lifting me up,always helping me outthank you for your love,for my capacity to love,for my family's love,and LaMar's love for meI ask that you watch over us,

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My darling LaMar is a man of many, many words. Yet he told his mother (on Mother's Day... sitting right next to me), that I, Dorothy, am "The One".Sigh.We talk a lot. A. Freaking. LOT. Sometimes it's contentious. Sometimes we're a little bickery. But our communication is second to none, and I'm in love.We're going to meet my family in Chicago in July. What a day that will be, eh? I'm really happy

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It was sushi. On a Monday night. With 5 women, two of whom he dated, two more who he wanted at one point or another, and one friend from h.s. who is about the most annoying woman on the planet (think: aggressive, self-important real estate agent). All of the guys canceled.We had fun. I was the only one who knew any of them. These ladies had never actually met one another. Isn't that strange?

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I'm not sure why she keeps saying that same thing about Obama. But here are the facts:1) She disenfranchises the "ordinary" Americans whom she pledges to be so "in touch" with, because of her nonsensical lies, her liar husband, and condescension.2) She criticized Obama for his association with Rev. Jeremiah Wright, when she well knew that when she and her philandering husband were going through

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Somewhere around the New Year, Welfare Red emailed me to ask if we could be friends. He said "I want my Dotty back"...Uh.. dewd... you never had me to begin with.So Red started by explaining all of the crap he and his ex-current-soon-to-be-ex went through, was going through, etc. But he never stopped long enough to realize he shouldn't really contact other women when he is practically married to

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I ran into Othello today at the gym. He asked me if me and LaMar would be interested in coming to his birthday party this month.... Othello wanted to re-create the party that I made for him last year.... I was touched. But over half of the people there were my friends, not his. And plus... I'm not going to drag LaMar into that.That would be like Othello inviting his ex, Stephanie, to my birthday

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I was sitting here today, thinking....How totally cool is it, for Chelsea Clinton, that her MOM is running for President of the United States? Obviously her dad was... but oh momma !Let me put it in terms of my young childhood: my Dad looks vaguely like Abraham Lincoln. Therefore, it was always acceptable for us, as kids, to fantasize that our Daddy could be the President. But Mom was a Mommy....

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From my loving LaMar, on my 35th Birthday:Happy Birthday My Beautiful Dorothy, I am proud of us as a couple and that is reflected in the way I feel when I talked about you to others. There is a glow, a peace and warmth within when I talk about you. It is a tribute to you and to us that I feel the way I do, and it is an utter joy and revelation when just by our mere presence we influence

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I love you, twin sister!

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LaMar loves football. Specifically the New York Giants. I don't really care for sports in which I am not participating. But the Sunday game last week against Green Bay was important to him. So he offered to cuddle and snuggle with me, as well as help with cooking and cleaning....The more time we spend together, even when one or the other of us is feeling contentious....Things are so good, but

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Sometimes I think about you...or I'll tell someone about something we did together...and this amazing happiness and warmth fills my heartYou approach life with this wide-eyed wonderment...almost child-like, but not naive...it makes me feel a little more innocent anda little more loving toward the worldwhen I see your gut-reaction of appreciation andexcitement about the things around youI'm

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I started another blog today, about things which I see in SF. I have enlisted LaMar, because we get so much joy out of making fun of the things which we see.Due to his adorable British accent, LaMar say "I sawr this" and "I sawr that"..... so the new blog is Things We Sawr [in San Francisco]

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On the street, on New Year's Day, a conversation between two couples of friends, upon a chance meeting:Male 1: Hey Jamie, I'm surprised to see you!Jamie: Oh? HELL-ooh! Jim, I like, TOT-ally forGOT you existed? Oh.MY.God.! OH! Yeaah... you emailed me? And I like, NEV-ver replied. Like wow. This is my friend SaraH?A literal thousand dogs, all cute and cuddly, waiting for me to abscond with one or

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LaMar's birthday is tomorrow and he's coming to see me because I still have a cold and didn't feel like traveling this weekend. I've got a nice afternoon of movies, walks in the community rose garden (not the one-trick-pony trick rose garden), art galleries and my fav-o-rite Italian restaurant.On another note..... Othello is on a date tonight with someone that he likes and is nice to. I went to

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I guess I'm just a bad blogger. I left Nelson 4 years ago and 1 week, today. Right before Thanksgiving.... I tried to stay. If you read the first two-three years of my blog, you would know that. Because I started my blog the very night that I left him.Go ahead...read my first month-o-posts:http://dorothyisnotinkansas.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.htmlIn a nut-shell:4 years.1 ex husband.2 ex

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Go to iTunes. Go there right now. Get the Steve Vai rendition of the "Christmastime is Here" originally made fameous by the Peanuts' Christmas Special.Also.... if you are hankering for a Dorothy-infused holiday.... get this Charlie Brown Christmas-Tree from Urban Outfitters:

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I am happy, scared, sad, tired, stressed and LIVID. Here's the rundown:Happy: LaMar and I continue to develop an emotionally stable and satisfying relationship. He comes here, I go there, we exist and coexist and it's gooooood.Scared: LaMar's employment struggles are ending, but financial woes continue. A question: how do I know if this is a way of life for him, or just a short-term difficult

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Lamar has an interview today. He is so excited to have a job again, that uses his talents. Unfortunately this one does not. But he'll be bringing in the bank. Which is just fine.He and I have had a rough couple of days due to the busy-ness of our lives. I just want to collapse into his arms and allow my heart to soften up from my rough week.My housewarming party is on Saturday. It'll be fun, but

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Lamar took me to see the Blue Angels at the Presedio last weekend.The Blue Angels left a present for our blossoming relationship, right in the sky over the Bay:

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From Lamar:Hey hey pretty lady,What do you say??It's time to savorThat Spanish flavorTo get a bookAnd drink the wineThere's not a oneWho is so fineThe beauty of youIs so devineDorothy my sweetI am for youAs you are for meI know it's trueWe go togetherIt's oh so newBut then in timeWe always knewThat special thingsAre meant for twoYou best believeThat's me and you

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It is nearing the end of the week... and so either I am headed to the City or Lamar is headed to me in just over 36 hours. There have not been near the number of phone calls this week and we are assuring eachother that is a necessary step to realize in our growing relationship.Although we are not quiet by nature, we still observe the Five Minutes of Silence each time we meet. In fact, much of the

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From Lamar - a note he wrote for me on the train....It's you and it's meIs it meant to be?The chances we takeThe love that we makeIs delayed for a while (the train)but always in styleI promise to get to know youAnd not jump the gunAnd YesYour beauty and your funArrests me like no small-time criminalYou knowYou're so specialTo meIt's a wonderI tell youI'm dying for a hugThe things that

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Much to the dismay of my family, I continue to vacation alone at times. One that I'd done before was to drive down Hwy 1 for a period of time. This time, I decided to drive from SF all the way up Hwy 1 to the North Country ...Thing is... it took about 3 times longer to get there that I'd anticipated. On the bright side, it also took me through the country where the Ewok planet was filmed in

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Last Monday, I drove to his neighborhood in SF. Being unemployed in a big city, I was afraid that Lamar would have us sit around in his dank apartment for hours, and then try to kiss me goodnight (and fail, because I would not let him).Where is my faith? What happened to my faith in humanity? Have I become so jaded that I forgot how to have fun? How to laugh, how to love? He cooked spaghetti

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Lamar walked into my life a little over two weeks ago. He is a tall black man and he finds me enchanting, captivating and irresistible. Fancy that. I find the same things about him.Turns out we have the same capacity of intense passion, emotions, h ard work, etc. We've talked for hours, emailed at length about our goals in life. So much communication that on our first date, we decided to not talk

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I moved across town to a nice neighborhood. Just reached up and opened the window to a sterling sky, birds chirping, fresh air and children laughing. Sans the bums.The new place is a duplex. The next door neighbor is quiet. I am happy being a domestic goddess this week whilst I'm on vacation. Putting up curtains so that my peeping Tom can't get a peep.I mean seriously folks. Almost wanted to go

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The B is for boring. I was going to call him Welfare Bill, because I'm pretty sure he knows Welfare Red from the opposite side of the desk - he's a welfare worker. But B-Bob was just... plain.... boring.We talked for several hours one night on the phone. From our exs' bipolar illnesses, similar experiences, etc., to tastes in music, food, and more. The next night we had a 6-hour date that

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Wow, I've been so busy dating, there has been little time to post!It turned out that Red had recently been on welfare, because he would not find a job and could not take care of his boys -that's why they were out of state for the summer.Furthermore, we met the next day for coffee and he said he didn't have enough cash to get out of his exs apartment. I sincerely believed that he was going to ask

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Red called me a week ago, to let me know that he has secured an apartment 2 hours closer to town, away from his ex, and with his twin boys.The man is charismatic, Christian and full of hope. The best I ever felt about the future was when I had true hope with Nelson, my ex husband. I kind of feel this way about Red... not in a scary bad way... but in a scary good way.So we met for an impromptu

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Every girl has to admit that the bitchy-PMS hormones are enough to create havoc where there was peace, to create drama where there was harmony. But I contend that it also makes us hyper-sensitive to people invading our spaces, who may be up to no good.Since my last post, there've been a number of first-date disasters. But what do I care? It's only a first date, right? I get to know people...

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So Coffee Shop Mystery Man was at the coffee shop today. It's been 3 weeks or more since we went out last, and ... suffice it to say I wrote Mystery Man off...Imagine my surprise when I get a TEXT Message... a TEXT MESSAGE at 8:40 tonight, asking "Yo, what's up?" to which I said "Hanging with my friends" - in reality I'd just shampooed my hair and was in the midst of painting my toenails.He

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So I met Red online, we chatted for weeks, and ended up having coffee this past Monday. We hit it off and have many things in common. But he's got mega-major drama, including the fact that he lives 2-hours away, with his ex (he claims he's sleeping on the sofa).I didn't hear from him all week, so I guessed that he was gone. But he popped back up this morning, acting all coy and goofy and

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So it seems that Jac X'd me out of his life and while that bruised my ego, I agree it is all for the best.What I struggle with today is: how am I supposed to meet people when can't seem to talk to them? How can I find the One that God has intended for me if I don't look for him?I'm all mixed up, bruised and hurt, bleeding in my heart., confused.... Anyone ever hear the Chris Rice song called Hero

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Jac emailed me on Thursday to cancel our date for today (Saturday). Seems that he has to work. He EMAILED me to cancel a date, then got defensive that I didn't just say "well, okay, cool... see you when you get back from wherever the hell you're going for the next few weeks".Of course I was disappointed. And of course I really wanted to see him- he said the same to me. But in 3 days, he has not

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Jac's mama' arrived from Montreal about 2 hours after my flight from Detroit. He tells me that he "has custody" of her for the next 3-5 months. His genuine surprise occurred when I said "good for you"! instead of "Your mother will be staying with you for 5 months???" Later in the night, he offered for me to teach mama' English and she can teach me Francais.We shared some Montreal beer at my place

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My and Othello's 1-year anniversary would have been this past Tuesday. I ached when I saw the reminder on my calendar. He was a true love. But we were not meant to be and we both knew it.We went to dinner to celebrate our love and our friendship. To me, this is a huge accomplishment to be able to be okay with one that I loved so very much.Things are going to be okay. I saw that I'm still very

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Blac-Jac Shellac is a French Canadian. I think the character reference came from Looney Tunes Yosemite Sam arch-nemisis.But Blac-Jac is kind, courteous and wickedly intelligent. He loves California (as do I) and has eyes the colour of the Agean Sea (which I've only read about). He does a silly impression of Cartman with a French accent, and is a fan of Dirty Martinis.We went to see the Michael

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Othello's and my friend is in town from Up North this weekend. He didn't know that we'd broken up - it was O's job to tell his people, which he didn't. Not sure what to make of that - he's not too emotional about having been together or now being apart.We ate pizza together last night and today we attended a BBQ with our friends. After a few beers, I fell asleep at his house, and suffice it to

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The Coffee Shop Mystery Man picked me up at 7:30 last night, opened his car door for me, and was ever so polite... even though his car was dirtier than mine on the inside. On the one hand, I feel as though he knew all week that he was going out with me... and on the other, I know his kids were over the day before and they can be messy.We talked for hours over a dinner of steamed mussels in broth,

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On the one hand, I'm busy and on the other hand, I can't find/make the time to do anything productive, because I so sad/depressed. I feel like if I cry, it's making things real... and if it's real... then it's really over.Giving up hope is the hardest part. I think I heard that in a new John Mayer song but it's true: I looked at Othello last night and remembered thinking that we would have a

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A man saw my photograph online and wrote a little story about me and my friends, going to coffee every single day. I've seen him there too. This is our little conversation on the website - suffice it to say that we ended up meeting, he's charming, and... swoon! He said: I think she’s the one who lights up a local cafe almost everyday surrounded by a phalanx of palace guards (or body guards, or

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I actually forgot on which date I broke up with Othello... but I think it's already been a month. Some days it's like a lifetime and some days it's like 1 minute ago.My friend El came to interview for an internship at my work yesterday. She told me about one of her old boyfreinds who she continued to get emotional support from, after their breakup. I could see that if I wasn't careful, that would

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My Friends were in town from Oklahoma last week. From Friday to Friday (and sea to shining sea) we hit every bar, restaurant, winery and pub that we could get our hands on. Several of the days, I didn't want to go out... but still went...It's part of that moving on thing... if I hadn't spent time with my friends, I'd have called Othello. oops.On an interesting note, we went wine-tasting in Amador

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My daily devotional that I read each morning (even now, I'm still in bed and just read it), spoke of incurring God's judgment each time we judge another person. "Judge not, lest ye be judged?" Yes, apparently the reason we judge not, is that on Judgment Day, our own judgments against others is the basis on which God intends to judge us.... which definitely puts a new spin on things...Here's the

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My White Night, Synoptic, just emailed. Poor guy just got dissed by a gal who was interested in him at first, and now doesn't give him the time of day.I noted last year in this post, that Syno.ptic was someone who's always been there. I think I had a crush on him since we met back in 2000. Of course I never acted on this crush... never stopped thinking about it... but never ever said anything to

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Riding my bike home from a trail-trek with Othello this morning... we had breakfast. He went on about how he is soulsearching and attempting to find out who he is. Then Othello criticized my dating men 10 years older than me. (Even though that's only 44, which is pretty young, if you ask me).I'd all but given up on the hope that I would have a partner, a lover, a co-equal and a co-parent.

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No matter how I move forward in my life.... my beloved Othello is always there. Last night I asked him why he still felt so close to me. We both decided that it's because we still feel like partners. That's messed up because we broke up and don't want to get back together. He thinks I require too much attention. He said "We were sooooooo close. But I wasn't in love with you and couldn't give you

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I met a Spanish Conquistador. We clicked. He asked me out on a date. This is our first date (I swear to God, every syllable is the truth).[Scene 1: We ended up meeting in a "super-top-secret" parking garage I found - close, free, and totally hidden from view unless you knew it was there.]Upon getting out of our cars, el Guapo moved toward me, looked me up and down... and placed one hand on the

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Othello and I have spent a lot of time together. Even since the corporate reorganization of Us, he's a fixture in my life. But I can't shake this feeling of him still being my partner.And he's not my partner... but ... eehh...Pray for me to have the strength to follow my heart and follow the plan that the Lord has for me?

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Othello and I run in somewhat the same social circles. Therefore, since I broke up with him, we have run into each other at the gym, on the bike trail, at his house when I went to pick up some stuff. He was in the middle of a project making some screens at my house, so came over last night to finish.The truth is... we're both freaking relieved to be single again. Although a small part of me is

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Life is full of expected changes, unexpected changes, and outright surprises.I broke up with Othello this week. We loved one another so deeply. Sat right on the couch and cried together, because we now know it will never work - he is not what you would call "In Love" with me. I do not want to live my life like that. 'Nuff said.How to be friends with this one? He is literally my best friend. He

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In speaking with my counselor over the last several sessions... I AM the strong woman that I admire... The knowledge and drive is there and ... can actually get all of the stuff done, that I dream of.So what's the dealio? Why can't this Dorothy-gal see that? Oh wait... because she is ever-self-critical. Her supporters all say she's da-bomb. But she refuses to see it.You might be wondering at

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Haiku gradientFlux Divergence equal whenflux in is flux outFick's First is flux gradSecond is divergence, yah?It's time-rate-of-changeBowen ra-ti-oSensible Heat Flux versusLatent Heat Flux: growth(the growth of the BL depends on this ratio)

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The terrible dreams of my coworker were tormenting me to such a degree that I've been seeing a counselor. It *so* sucks baring my soul to a woman that I don't' even know. It's hella low-rent when you feel like you're going against your own grain: Because I'm nice to everyone and try not to complain... my counseling sessions are me talking myself out of my own fears.Why does she get paid for this?

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It's bike commute month in Sacramento. I pledged over 200 miles and have already gotten in 90 of them. Last year I pledged just 200 and it was really hard making myself do over 10 miles a day. Now I'm doing 20 miles per day and I'm feeling really good.Probably I'm heavier than I've been in a while, and yet I'm healthier too. I work out like a fiend, my cardiovascular health is good, I'm strong

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What is that bible verse about trusting God and not your gut? You know the one ... it's something to do with the fact that emotions are fallible, but God's truth is something that you can believe in, even when you don't feel it....Anyways, I think it's that way with relationships too. I've been incredibly stressed out lately, what with school and work stress. Every time I'm way-stressed at work,

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Things are not always as good or bad as we might think they are going to be.... Winslow never happened. I was never there. But I thought it would be great. In reality? Probably not. But I thought so.... Last Saturday I thought I was going to be single again. And if I was... then damn it! I was going to go to Winslow, finally.Life.. it's too short to not follow our dreams. My coworker went

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Bitter Bill at work today, in the middle of a staff meeting... threatened to shoot all of us. He said he was serious. He ranted and raved and then we all spent the day jittery and wondering if he was really going to end us... our manager the Angel Michael, nipped Bitter Bill in the bud, talking with his manager and his manager above him. This started at 10:30 and by 3:00, I was sitting in a room

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Darling Othello is a complete mystery to me. There is a number that occurs over and over in our lives - it's in his email address, on his license plate, and pin codes. I know this number, yet he won't share its significance. All of his friends know this number because it is part of their culture of BMX riding.If anyone knows why all of the BMX riding guys have the number 43 appear in every facet

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So what? It's Friday the 13th. Big whoop, right?My dad never wanted us kids to be superstitious...so he told us that since everyone else was having a bad day.... today was our LUCKY day (all of that bad luck has to balance out somewhere, right?).I got up today and felt cheery and bright. It's hard to quantify how, other than that I miss my family in all it's idiosyncrasies.

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Over and over again during the Easter Holiday, I claimed that I was bashing stereotypes of Christians, because I could stand on a mountaintop and be closer to God in my heart, than someone who went to church three times on Resurrection Day.So I started thinking about other stereotypes that I subscribed to... such as the fact that my extreme distaste for one certain Russian has coloured my view of

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Over 3.5 years ago, I wrote at the bottom of this post, that I would wait to be married for 3 years after my divorce.Where has that time gone? In September, it will be 4 years since Nelson went crazy and we split up..... Sure I've gone and done some good things with my life.... but ... but...I want to settle down again. Married, house, dog, kid. Man, wouldn't that be the life. It would be like..

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Wow... I'm feeling like I'm finally starting to fit in, at grad school. One girl went to Australia for two weeks and missed the beginning of the term. She was so giggly and happy to see me just because I was there!It is uncommon for me to have people treat me well, just because I am present. At work, like most places, it's a clique. But at school, these are people that I don't even know. And they

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I have been longing to feel the way that I used to feel when I knew that we (the royal "we") were doing all that we could to worship and praise and be thankful to God for all that we have and all that we are. Was there ever such a time, at least when I wasn't miserable otherwise?This morning my friend, who is a Christian Scientist, spoke of his Easter celebrations with family and friends. I felt

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Upon reading this article today, I am reminded of an ugly part of my past. Go on, skim the article... I am not as concerned about the fashion designer, as to what he allegedly did to those women and girls.It is most upsetting, as a rape survivor, because I hate when people are systematically abused and society keeps letting them off the hook because of who they are... or worse yet... who you are.

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In speaking with my former sis-in-law, the lovely and elegant Natalia... I've come to the realization that my ex, Nelson, was in fact, two people. The Good Times Nelson (GTN) whom I fell in love with and felt was my lifelong soul mate, and Bad Times Nelson (BTN) who systematically killed and then replaced GTN, permanently.Natalia suggested that I mourn and grieve for what I lost. It's been 4

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I always seem to think that my picture is best taken by my camera phone, in my cube, wearing my favourite blue shirt, on Fridays. Maybe it's because my hair and makeup are always nice because I know it's date night? Perhaps it's donut euphoria? Anyways, a new profile pic 4 u to enjoi!-Dot.

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So Othello is back home from Japan, safe and sound. We've been discussing our relationship, and especially our future today. We are happy where we are... but this equilibrium will not last forever.I always get this notion of myself that I'm gonna be the "best ever ____" ... fill in the blank. But I never am. And then when I finally get to the point where I am the best ever "whatever".... I'm so

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Yesterday we had a going-away party for Patty. She is a very capable woman in her mid 40s, who is bright and driven. Full of hard work, she exudes strength and family values.Before the cake was cut, Patty felt compelled to mention the reason she is leaving. I find that this is a common reason for women in my line of work... and while noble and also while it is the same thing I would do... it is

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First... don't ask... look it up.Upon checking my voice mails after a coffee break... I find that "not-so-Mister-Wonderful" has called me again, waxing poetic about long-dead memories. I have asked him to stop calling for reasons not work-related, at least 5 times. He doesn't get it.It must be obvious to anyone who knows me... that his constant reminders of that which did not work out... is a

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There is a song by Little Texas that goesMy Love,Are you ready for my loveMy Love?My Love,My love is ready for youIf you're lookin' for a heart that's always trueOnly to youThen my love...My LoveMy love is ready for youTo me that's a man saying to the woman that he loves "My heart is in the right spot, I want to be with you now and always".Chatting with Othello last night... online, I feel like

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Othello is still in Japan. Some bizarre thing has happened to me since he's left: I am still surviving on my own. In fact, Othello is not here to solve my problems, not here to listen to my every utterance... and the world still turns.... Albeit a bit darker without his hand to hold, without his breath in my ear, whispering encouraging words.He spoke with me last night for the first time in over

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Doing my taxes the other day.... I made 16 more big ones this year than last year. What exactly do I have to show for it? Unknown, as I am 10 big ones more in the hole than last year too.Guess my lifestyle is doing okay. I dress well, eat too much and drive a 2003 vehicle. It's not like I have a 1984 Yugo or anything.... (smirk). Oh, I travelled thrice last year. And I don't have a sugar-daddy

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That loving, loving man I call my boyfriend is in Japan and I totally had a melt-down over a couple of stupid things this morning that are creating jealousy in my life.I blew up because his house is riddled with signs of ex girlfriends - a random note under a stack of magazines, a lipstick-kissed envelope in a book, a picture taken in Vegas. So I came home from work, checked my email, and then

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Othello is in Japan, snowboarding. I am staying at his house, because my house is apparently in "Heroin Heights"... an up and coming neighborhood downtown :-(You know, his house is no fun without him around. I was looking for a stapler in his desk last night and found some nasty note he had written about his exes. Not the mean kind of nasty either. My choices are to get really angry or to say "

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There have been a number of sketchy times in my past - all before I began this blog - where I thought my life was so dark. Sometimes, like preparations for the Jewish Seder, I get on the floor with a candle and a feather .... the floor of my brain, the floor of my heart.... and clean. Shining a light on the problems to sweep away the cob-webs is an incredibly important aspect for me to continue

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M.W.... you know... my "old" old boyfriend? He is newly engaged and he still will not stop calling me! It's true that we work in the same business and sometimes have professional interests that are the same. But he calls me when he's bored, when he's alone, when his precious affianced is not there? What would dear Susan think of her hub-t0-be calling his ex all of the time?sidebarPlus, I just

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Othello was knocked off his socks last night when I presented his Valentine's gift a few hours early. The object does not matter; it was something that he desperately wanted and was completely surprised by receiving before his birthday. He thought it was too expensive to receive any other time.He is always concerned about my finances, and it's so sweet. But I've always been one with the school of

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On my walk home from work tonight, I committed a faux pas of tiny proportions: talking on my cell phone for two of the three-block stretch.Picture it: my town, downtown, in the rain. It's nearing dusk. Trudge trudge trudge... Carrying my open golf-sized umbrella. What's that!!! Is someone following me?I turn halfway around and listen while still talking to my doctor's office on my cell. Nuthin.

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In the past few weeks I've been dealing with trying to figure out what's going on in my romantic life. Dating a man who's become my very best friend in so many respects, who's become my partner in many recreational endeavors.... The thing that causes concern is that we are both very protective of our hearts - we don't want to let the other one inside...I found that 1980s love songs seem to say a

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My birthday weekend consisted of snowboarding. It was such a blast! Plus I got new boots. Wahoo. And a helmet.Monday came and went with work, school, a dozen roses, and the best Italian food I've had since moving to California. (This place, with the exception of North Beach in SF, is not known for their Italian food).Anyways.... that's about it. Confusing time in a new relationship. To love or

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When we were about 8 or 9, me and Jay and JD (my older brother, whose name I use so infrequently in my blog, I can't even remember what I call him) liked to put things to the test. So when Mom used to say that Jesus would save us from anything as long as we uttered His name.... we were instantly thinking the same thing....The plan was for one or more of us to jump down the stairs (12 steps)

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Beth Hart is gritty and soulful and says exactly what I was feeling a few years back in her hit "Leave the Light On". Her line that says "I swore to God I'd never be what I've become"... man back in 2002 I was right there with her. Stuck in a crappy marriage and a hell-hole job.. Phew.Yesterday I learned that one of my life's goals.. one of my biggest dreams was becoming true. The dream I had

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I am reading about Saddam Hussein's impending hanging this morning. Certainly the Iraqi's have the right to be angry at the dictator. But don't take my words to be in support of the man.... just hear me out and think about this:A leader in a mosque prayed today to "Have God take Revenge on Saddam". Revenge. But at what cost? The cost of a human life. We, the alleged humane ones, have taken the

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Content deleted by author (because I frankly don't care).___Speaking of that, I really admire my twin sister, Jayleigh for being so strong. She's such a great influence on others, and is really making a difference. I don't like how it feels like she's in such a great place and says things to me like "I'm sure glad I don't have to be single right now!"In fact, why the hell would anyone make a

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Just because I noticed that my 140th post was the previous.... and that I had 141 last year... I thought I'd post a little brag and say "wow, now I've tied my record from last year"....It's difficult sometimes, to post in a manner that does not offend friends, alienate those who think you're too narcissistic but read you anyways. I'll admit it: My posts are about as shallow as a bad '80s film.

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What a Holiday Season! Othello finally finished his Japanese class and started talking with me again. I fretted so much because he doesn't multi-task and end up at the bottom of the totem pole.... so then it came to me that he didn't really care but that wasn't true.On his last Day of class, O came over to my house, handed me a card entitled "To my Amazing Girlfriend". Inside he said things like

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Oh Please, Mom!I couldn't believe it the other day when I told her how proud I am of Othello going to see his folks every weekend since we've been dating. She said something like "Even if that's all that this relationship was meant to be..." or "Even if that's all you were meant to do in this relationship, it would have been worth it just to get Othello to see his parents every week."Need I say

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So why do I write?M.W.'s fiancee picked out the ugliest ring on planet earth. He felt the necessity to share it with me. (pictures to follow another day) HELL ON EARTH, WHY???? Frankly, as friends go, I think he's making bad decisions while continues to get over what he thought he had with me. Well not me exactly, but the idealized "what I want" that he was finally starting to figure out.While I

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