life

I have so much to write about, so many fun and wonderful things that happened with my sister but life is busy. I have no idea why I ever thought going back to college as a single mum could be a good idea cos my blog is suffering people, suffering. Everything else is fine but not the blog.

 Something happened at school the other evening and it made me giggle, a lot. I went with a classmate to the copy centre and another classmate was there and asked if we were married. SAY WHAT? I said no we were not and that I don't have a husband, I have an un-husband. She then said she was very sorry. This is a typical response and I don't get it. There is no corpse, there is no reason for this terrible sadness as a response to my comment that I am un-married. I did not, in my eyes, have a failed marriage, I am, in fact, having a very wonderful and happy divorce.

 I was not the victim of anything, I choose to make a decision that has empowered me and given me back my life. I have not been this happy in a very very long time. My girls are flourishing under my single parenting and all is well.

 So please don't feel sorry for me, you can clean my house or wash my car, actually you can't cos I am so damned picky but DO NOT feel sorry for me. Things might be a little pinchy in the wallet department but I am working bloody hard to sort that out long term. My seester says she hasn't seen me this happy and calm in years. Calm, me calm? She used that word. i think it translates to not uptight as calm would be a stretch. She also said that the girls are very very obviously absolutely fine.

Signed, living my happily ever after.

happy dance

I've been a little distant from the blogging arena.

I have an awful lot to do you see because I am decorating, purging and organizing.

I am making this house mine. It is getting a girly stamp of approval, yet not too girly as that would not be me.

I'm giving it a face lift, one that appeals to girls only.

Because..

BECAUSE..

BECAUSE..... ONLY GIRLS LIVE HERE.


HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE.

I'll be back soon with stories and pictures and lots of things.

Since I have to do everything at once, I am ever so slightly overwhelmed but in a good way. But I cannot deal with things out of place and everything EVERYTHING
 is higgledy piggledy

ONLY GIRLS LIVE HERE.

ticking a different box

Yesterday was D-day. I told Lily I was heading to court in the morning, she is glad to get this chapter over and done with. I didn't however tell the Pickle. She has had some homework issues this week at school. She wrote her homework down wrong and for 2 days has been catching up from the day before. It isn't hard for her so when she gets herself sorted out the work is easy but I am not patient with foolish mistakes so she is under the gun to fix it. She also had a test yesterday so I didn't want her heading into school, worrying about those 2 things and the big D. I went so far as to drop them off at school in my work clothes. My court outfit was hidden in the car. Once I got to the train station I found a secluded parking spot and changed in the car. ( I told her when I picked her up from school and she was fine with it)

As I rode the lift down to the train it was impossible not to notice a lady standing right in front of the doors, she wouldn"t move as people got in and out. Once she exited a man with a drawl said, "sure would have been nice if that woman could have moved her big butt out of the way so people could get in and out". We all laughed. I got out on the same floor as him and his wife. She told me he wasn't from here and I laughed. I told them it was a Miami thing. She told me people here are very rude here and I apologised for all of us.

Then she said they were from South Carolina, and were staying in a hotel so that she could go to Jackson for cancer treatment. All this as we were walking to buy tickets. Today was her first treatment for lung cancer and she never smoked. I thought how scared they both must be. I wished them good luck and we lost each other in the crowd.

The train station we were at was the first one on the track so all trains head the same way. I purchased my ticket and headed to the train wondering why I had taken my sisters advice and worn such high heels, even though they did look good. Once seated I looked to see if I could see the cancer lady. I jumped off at the next stop and jumped back in one carriage down, still no cancer couple. After doing it 3-4 times I found them.

Hi I said, I just want you to know you are going to kick cancers arse. And I asked if I could give her a hug. She said I could, so I did. I told her we aren't all rude here. She will love the cancer hospital and that the nurses there are fabulous, polite and kind. Her hubby smiled, that was a first. She asked if i was going to work, I said I wasn't but what I was doing didn't matter.  Then I left and gave them a thumbs up. I hope she beats the sh*t out of cancer, I hope everyone does. And I hope Miami smiles on them, it really is a mean place and no one at all speaks English.

I got off the train and headed to court.I knew he wasn't going to be there and nor was his attorney. We got a last minute cancellation thingy on Wednesday but my attorney filed some papers statng that the show MUST go on. Imagine my surprise when he walked in and then 20 minutes later his attorney did. I was terrified they were going to pull some crap and it was going to be postponed again. But it wasn't. It almost was as he hadn't taken his parenting class. The class we were told to take in December of 2012. The class can be taken online. The judge, thankfully offered him 30 days to do it in but he requested 60 and was granted it.

We were told to raise our right hands, I absentmindedly raised my left, I always do, I'm left handed, it's more natural for me and we had to swear to this that and the other, I felt a lot like swearing at the injustice of the lady on the train but I did as I was told. The judge spoke rapidly and then he looked at me and said, it's over, you are divorced. You and Ms. Baker (my attorney) can stand right there you don't have to go down to the 14th floor my girls will take care of your divorce documents. I like you, you're nice people. I thought that was a funny thing to say. So we waited and out of a printer shot a divorce decree.

No longer will I tick the box: married

Single. White. Female.

As I was standing on the Metro Rail platfrom heading home at 11am I turned around and this was behind me. it was so good to have it all behind me.

Oh and a note to my seester: those sexy shoes set off the alarms at the courthouse yesterday. I walked through the x-ray machine and it had a total hissy fit. Apparently those heels pack a lot of metal and add to that an underwire bra...sheesh. The security dudes were on me like white on rice.