I consider myself a liberal person. I consider myself to be fair and open minded. I vote for the democrat in 9 out of 10 elections. But in terms of Family Law, I am ashamed to admit my liberal persuasion. Admittedly, 5-6 years ago, I would have agreed 100% with what I read about so-called deadbeat dads, and fathers who “abandon” their children. I would have cursed them and argued any points from the father’s side saying “its all for the good of the children”. Well, now, I say FUCK THAT.
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Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Colorado!!!!
Vacation, vacation, vacation, vacation!! Very welcomed and much needed 5 day vacation in Colorado is just around the corner. And what a better send-off than having my first “real” therapy appointment. Why does this make me so nervous and feel so self-consious? I saw a counselor for 5 weeks while in my Freshman year at college. Very few people know about that. I never really told anyone that I was going. Of course, it wasn’t until much later on in my college days before I made any close friends.
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My sister, the vegetarian english major writes:
“what kind of sausage did you say? some kind of
ground like ground beef but sausage? i asked don if he
knew how to buy sausage and he was helpful but i
remember you telling me something specific that i
can’t exactly remember. i also told him you want to
meet him in denver. if it works out, i think we can
arrange to meet up with him there, he said he’d
totally be interested in that.”
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Ok.. Much better now…
Quite a bit more personality, dontcha think?
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Sorry about the look.. I’ve obviously been playing with the colors..
At the moment, its a work in progress.. still have much work to do ..
bear with me..
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So I feel like my posts have been somewhat boring lately.. what with my melodrama and all.. I’ll try to pick up the pace a bit 
Last week I made a decision to start looking for a new job. I’m going to take my time, and wait for the absolute right opportunity to come along. The first part of this terrible process, is of course, the dreaded monster.com. I’ve posted my resume and submitted it for a dozen jobs or so, and today I received the first of the vague and completely un-helpful messages on my voice mail.
“I’d like to speak with you, however it is somewhat of a time-sensitive nature. Please call before 10:30 am tomorrow” .. Nice tactic. I hadn’t heard that one before.
So anyway, the race is on.. here we go again..
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If I had to pick a single best-ever feel good song, it would definitely pick Into the Mystic by Van Morrison
Southern Man is 13 minutes and 45 seconds long
In college I was friends with a girl who only drank blue maui straight out of the bottle… so on saturday mornings she would wake up and go to breakfast in the cafeteria with a blue ring on her upper lip.. and never caught on .. she defined blond…
….she didn’t graduate because she got knocked up..
Jim and Ray introduced me to Mystic… Into the Mystic will always bring me Jim and Ray
thank you
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Well, I’ve done it. I’ve taken the plunge. For well over a year now I’ve thought about seeking the help of a mental health counselor, but I’ve always felt silly about it, figuring there’s too many people much much worse off than I am.
About this time last year, I started noticing that things weren’t right. I’d be grumpy and tired at work all day, come home and collapse on the couch until it was time to go to bed. I’d get up the next day and do it all over again. I did get a little bit of exercise in — I swam 3 days a week, and didn’t miss a practice unless it was for a good reason, but that was about it. Then, I stopped wanting to have sex — and it wasn’t about Nick, I just was not interested AT ALL!
I had an appointment for a physical anyway, and I mentioned the no sex thing to my doctor, who gave me a questionaire and decided that I was clinically depressed and should be medicated. So, I became medicated, and life was grand. But now, here I am, 10 months later, still medicated, and falling right back where I started from. As I described it to Nick earlier, ” i just feel like i’m being eaten alive from my insides out.. and i don’t like that very much”
Sound a little melodramatic? Yeah, thats what I think when I read it.. but it does feel like that sometimes.. I just want to be happy and normal.. Is that too much to ask?
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By 9:00 last night, I had lost count of how many times I was asked “what’s wrong?” or “you doing ok?” or something similar to that effect..
Well, I was thirsty, so I climbed out of the pool to get a drink of water and couldn’t get back in.. and the pity party began:
I’m fat, I’m stupid, I’m lazy, I’m whiny, I’m boring, I hate my job, I hate my career choice, I have no control at work, I have no control at swim practice, I’m a bad coach, a bad worker, a bad friend and a bad wife.
At that point, I had 2 choices as I saw it — go into the locker room, stand in the shower and cry my eyes out, or get back in the water and swim.. So I swam.
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