<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2925058454314365591</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:42:50.125-05:00</updated><category term='gratefullness'/><category term='artwork'/><category term='my wife'/><category term='lesbian stuff'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='cleansing'/><category term='boring job'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>lipstickdiaries</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a 42 year old lesbian who was married for 13 years. I am a mother, a wife, an artist, and a good friend. I am posting my thoughts and feelings on this blog to try to journal about the life I had, the life I have and the life I want to create. 
I am on a journey of change and  of gratitude</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipstickdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2925058454314365591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstickdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956047789423549096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2925058454314365591.post-1977237508006738647</id><published>2008-03-02T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:57:13.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch you later</title><content type='html'>I have not written in a while peeps, but not to worry, I am fine. Our weekend consisted of lots of outdoor time in our 70 degree weekend weather which is unseasonably warm for this time of the year, a boring church service, talk of environmental solutions in sunday school, cleaning the studio, painting, walking through the woods, helping my son #2 build steps up the tree, and now to write an essay on why it is important to educate youth in art - at bedtime I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be writing a post this week. Some of the subjects I'm thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;• Black history celebrations at the Memphis City Schools - beautiful, inspiring&lt;br /&gt;• corporal punishment by parents and the controversy of that&lt;br /&gt;• Why I care nothing about food anymore but yet will not drop weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I can write more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Not really, I had been working on it for a while, ever since I took the teaching job. But it is official, I have been accepted into graduate school for art! I have always dreamed of taking more art classes now that I am a more appreciative mature grown up. When I was in school, they were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuisance's&lt;/span&gt;, art classes that is. I am so excited about taking art again and learning about teaching it. W and I are enrolled in a great art school that is just around the corner from house. It is small and in the middle of a historic city park and beautiful. We will now be able to take part in all of their shows as well. Class starts this Tuesday night. Then in May, we have to take a class that lasts for only 3 weeks, but meets every night from 5:30 til 9. That will be interesting. All of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;requirements&lt;/span&gt; put on us to keep our jobs are very tough, but all along the way, there have been gifts that have been given, like having a man at our church agree to update W's disability testing status so she can have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un-timed&lt;/span&gt; test. I do believe that these are blessings from God because we took a leap of faith in doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went to church this morning and every time I go it ends up being a blessing. My pastor did a sermon today about Dr. King and how, he would not have been the same man if it had not been for his faith, and the work he did might not have happened. That struck a cord with me. When he was preaching and leading the civil rights movement, many "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;" were misguided and thought the things he was saying were against the teaching of God and the bible. That belief was largely based on fear. Likewise, today we have many people who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; who are so afraid of loving gay couples changing what they falsely believe to be the "right way to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith has always been a strong part of who I was. For some time, organized religion was not, but I now believe that if we listen to what is in our hearts, and strive to do no harm, that this IS God's spirit working in us. I was then able to embrace my faith and religion and hopefully be the change I want to see in organized religion. There are so many people out there who are devout and sensitive Christians being told their lifestyle is not compatible with God's teachings.&lt;br /&gt;This needs to change and it is changing. Even the mainstream religions are starting to question this as more and more evidence is pointing to the fact that being gay is really genetic, and also that some of the passages previously thought to be anti-homosexual in the bible are really anti- casual promiscuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not a scholar in this subject and will stop before I go too far, but I do know what is in my heart and that I feel closer to my God now than I ever have. I spent many hours in prayer when all of my changes were taking place. I begged for a sign if it was not what was supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not too long ago in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; school class, we talked about how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should stop trying to figure out the details of what is right and wrong, and just love everyone the way Christ did. After that, trust that the holy spirit will work in people's lives. We are not here to judge, we are here to show God's love, the spirit will take care of the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I apologize for my overly spiritual tone if you do not agree. 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I have it on my Tevo saved forever, but since Oprah aired it again for the 3rd time, I had to watch it again too. I told W I am keeping it forever on the Tevo box. She laughed at me a little, but I told her, this is my story and it just makes me feel good to watch it. I had been feeling some guilt again for some reason about my ex and ruining his life. Watching this, made me realize again that it was something that I had to do. It's not that I ever didn't think I had to, just that nowadays I will sometimes forget that feeling of inevitable-ness I had when I'm wallowing in guilt. I know that it would not have been fair to stay with him and not be 100% with him, and likewise with W and her ex, who was a woman. Anyway, it is worth watching again from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 2: Am I the only woman in blog land who does not like Hillary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, she showed some emotion the other day and that was good for her, but for some reason, my gut feeling is that I just do not trust her. Why is that exactly? I did not hate Bill. I think it is a great idea to elect a woman. I just feel that she says what she thinks people want her to say and does this little dance with the issues. With one group she says she was always against the war, with another she sidesteps that and acts as though she was for it, but now against it. I caught myself wondering.. do I judge her because she is a woman? I don't mean to. I know that if she were a man, no one would think one iota about what she says being mean or would not be so hard on her. But still, I just do not like her one bit. It is a gut thing. I can't figure out why exactly. I do think that seeing her have a human emotion is much better. I think I maybe don't like seeing women who don't really show emotion. It does not seem natural. Please, chime in on this topic if you all want. Not meaning to offend anyone here either, this is just my opinion, or rather my "feeling."  I do like Obama however. I would definitely vote for him. I will be voting democrat this year, but I will have a very hard time voting for Hilary if she wins the bid. I have always been a swing voter myself, voting for who I feel will do the best job but not on party lines alone. I'm not sure, but I may have to be totally a democratic voter now because of the gay right issue. I do really like Rudy on the republican side, but he is not looking like he will win anyway. He is the only one of the republicans who is not in bed with the damn religious right, which may be why he is losing that bid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 3: Coming out to old friends you have not seen in ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to dinner saturday night with a couple who does know my story. She invited another of her friends over whom I used to know fairly well, on a casual basis, you know, I never went out with this girl or never did things with her and her husband as a couple, but would see her often at my son's school, target, eating out etc. I even talked to her several times about a job. She was not a good friend of mine but more than an acquaintance. Anyway, I asked friend 1 if this girl knew I was divorced etc. Friend 1 said she would let her know ahead of time if I did not mind so as to not make her or me feel awkward. Apparently, she told her on the phone and the girl sort of freaked out. She had a good friend leaving her husband for another man and was devasted by it. They all did a lot as a group. Anyway, friend 2 came over even though she was freaked and just did not make eye contact or talk to me. I was a bit shocked to say the least. Talked to friend 1 the next day and she apologized a lot and said that she suggested for her to do whatever she needed to, ie: not come if need be. The girl came anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Got me to thinking... why is this so disturbing to her when she did not know me all that well and did not know my ass of an ex H at all. What makes her think she can assume anything about my life. My kids are doing really well and even the ass Ex and I are getting along ok. I don't think it was a homophobic issue with her, just a divorce issue. I find it funny how some people have a problem with one or the other. divorce or being gay, but not both. I mean, it's my life not her's. Why not just be glad we are all doing ok and smile and wish me luck on this next part of my journey. I have to say it is probably fear generating this reaction. She is afraid it could happen to her, divorce that is. And she should realize that it could happen to anybody, even her. But that is too scary for her I'm sure. It was for me too but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few random thoughts on this Thursday night. The weekend is coming up people. Our alone date night weekend! Yay! We have no money but we'll just stay home and rent the L word... my, my.&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2925058454314365591-8734778144559979396?l=lipstickdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipstickdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8734778144559979396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2925058454314365591&amp;postID=8734778144559979396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2925058454314365591/posts/default/8734778144559979396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2925058454314365591/posts/default/8734778144559979396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstickdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/continued.html' title=''/><author><name>L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956047789423549096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/R36cfI9MT8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pqfuWcjRMXU/s72-c/PICT0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2925058454314365591.post-8392055848459004180</id><published>2008-01-04T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:11:16.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Is it a sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/R36ZDY9MT7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/IvxAQVy_CG4/s1600-h/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/R36ZDY9MT7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/IvxAQVy_CG4/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151723307276193714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a long time since my last post, but I have good excuse, really, lots of good excuses in fact. W and I got out for Christmas break on the 21st, the kids were with their dad until Christmas day, then with us until they go back to school on the 7th. They have been just a little high maintenance, well a lot high maintenance actually. My oldest is quite hyper and tends to get every kid in the room excited too.  Imagine this....  me, W, the two wild boys, the two very large dogs that W shares custody of with her ex, W's nephew Ty who is visiting her brother, her brother's dog, all in a tiny two bedroom, 1200 sq foot house. Add to that, a new Wii, lots of other new toys, lots of chocolate in the stockings, and the dynamic that 3 boys have when they get together. All this, mixed with two new teachers who deal with really naughty kids all day, who also happen to have had very little alone time in two weeks, a 12 yr old boy who thinks he knows more than us and wants to challenge both of our authority at every turn, the visiting nephew who tends to have issues of bullying and not getting along with anyone .... well, it has been more than a little chaotic and even maddening. Last night, the boys' dad took them to his house for a visit. I was going to surprise W with a night at a hotel out of town, complete with a jacuzzi in the room. I booked the room, but then all of these before mentioned people would not leave, the dogs would not leave, nor could we find proper babysitters for said dogs. (you cannot believe the degree of pampering these dogs are used to. they have never spent a night  and very few days alone. they require as much care as children, really). Anyway, needless to say, the hotel got canceled, but we still had a night alone to go to a nice cozy bar/restaurant and eat dinner, have wine, then go to a great &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0467406/Ss/0467406/JunoFINAL.jpg.html?path=gallery&amp;amp;path_key=0467406"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;. At last, a little relief from the holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahh the holidays, sounds of gunshots ringing out and a surprise in our bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to be continued....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I promise to try to be a better blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy for the last few weeks. I started my new job as an elementary art teacher on Oct 22nd and it has been great. I was so scared to make this job change, but I tried to trust that I could do it, and sure enough, it seems it was the right decision. (remind me I said that later when I say I can't stand it anymore because the kids break out in a fight or I can't get control)&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the school which is in the inner city of Memphis, and everyone was so nice to me and glad to have me there. For the most part, the kids are great. They are very hungry for art as most of them have never taken an art class at all. They Ooo and Aaah over the simplest things I draw on the board and say "she's good. She must be a real artist." They also point at me in the hall and their faces light up when they see their art teacher. I get hugs all day long and all the kids want to stay in my class and never leave. Not a bad way to earn a paycheck, huh? On top of all that, I'm home by 4 on most days. I know I'm still in the honeymoon of this job and it won't always be this good, but for now, I am lovin it! W also started as an art teacher at another city school. She is also having a good time. Both our principals seem to be nice and helpful, and all the other teachers are nice. Memphis is a very divided city along race lines, and you see it no more clearly than in the school system. My school is an all African American school as is W's, but they seem to be accepting us "crackers" just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nerdgirl for asking about how I was, and I will try to update a lot more often, though I can't promise every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/Ry4ut4pGaGI/AAAAAAAAADs/yaFdfM4fDmI/s1600-h/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/Ry4ut4pGaGI/AAAAAAAAADs/yaFdfM4fDmI/s320/IMG_2730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129088391455336546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/Ry4utIpGaFI/AAAAAAAAADk/Of_pVNUEpYM/s1600-h/IMG_2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/Ry4utIpGaFI/AAAAAAAAADk/Of_pVNUEpYM/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129088378570434642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with some pictures from our recent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly lesbian Halloween party&lt;/span&gt;. We made some new friends I had mentioned before, and we had them over for a party. Fun was had by all. Gay and straight alike. It's nice to know you can sometimes mix your friends up at a party and it will turn out ok. Lots of beer and margaritas never hurts that situation though.&lt;br /&gt;Our friend S didn't show up for our party though. Better come next time S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/Ry4us4pGaEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XsotUOyG3Gc/s1600-h/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/Ry4us4pGaEI/AAAAAAAAADc/XsotUOyG3Gc/s320/IMG_2705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129088374275467330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It has been a decision full of difficulty for me. I saw it as a great opportunity, but it was another job change for me. I have not even been at my present job for a year. W is also taking a job with the schools. The city has hired 80 new art teachers for elementary as they have never had an art program for the kids. This is so sad to me, yet not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;. Memphis (and possibly much of the south) has long had a lax attitude about education. Art is one of those things considered a luxury in education here. It should not be a luxury. Art fuels children's creativity, problem solving skills, and teaches them how to turn a "mistake" into a thing of beauty.  It boosts children's self esteem as a "no rules" form of self expression. I am so excited to be going to a job where I will make a difference every day in my work. I am trying to be cautiously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; as I know that working for a system this large will have many many negatives. Memphis has the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; largest school system in the nation, and it's one of the poorest cities as well(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incidentally&lt;/span&gt;, it's mayor now in his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; term, has voted himself so many pay increases that his salary is in the top five mayor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;salaries&lt;/span&gt;, bigger than the mayor of Atlanta and Chicago, just to name two.) Many of these kids I'm about to go teach have never used paint, much less taken an art class. I hope I can weather this new change that W and I are about to go through. It will provide me with a better paycheck, more time off, and better benefits than my current job. I know it will be hard as changing jobs always is, but I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are enjoying the fall weather. Memphis is having record breaking high temps this week. Sunday it was 95 degrees! I can't wait for cool weather to come. Here's a quick list that comes to mind that I will love about fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;glasses of red wine sipped on the front porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comforting bonfires in the fire pit in my back yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having the cool weather cause us to get all frisky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carving pumpkins with my kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; decorations!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bowls of warm chili&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apple pies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the yearly fall art festival that happens here, lovely art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our own art show we will hold on Dec 1, my birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait. Wish me luck on my new job. 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Yes, I have been busy, but really no more busy than usual. I have been shy about posting at work, and have had less time away from work to do it. Quite a lot has been going on with me. I will fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I heard about my city school district hiring a bunch of new art teachers, only requiring a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt; degree instead of the usual education degree. And best of all, they will pay for your certification.&lt;br /&gt;2. I first though of W. She really is an amazing teacher, been doing it forever, just not in the public schools. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I said, health insurance, retirement, benefits.... she should do it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I suggested, she agreed. She is now the official art teacher for a fine elementary school near our home.&lt;br /&gt;4 Then, I though of myself. As you may know, I have been trying to decide what to do with my career. I thought of going back to school for a social work degree or going to nursing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew I wanted a career with more flexible hours to be with my kids more (working 8-5:30 sucks when you have kids.).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew I wanted to have a job where I did not feel as though I was moving a corporation to make more money, yet doing nothing to help people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the corporate thing. stupid people. stupid meetings. doing stupid things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew I needed to make more money as I make very little now, barely enough to live from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I looked into it. I asked about 10 million people what they thought. This may be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt; here, but not much. That is how I make decisions, I ask everyone I know, and even some people I don't know. what they think.&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to the school in question: very far away. very bad neighborhood. but: very nice principal. very nice kids for the 20 minutes that I was there.&lt;br /&gt;7. I thought about the pros and cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;more money. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more time off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;summers off with my kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas break with my kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring break with my kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off at 3:30 every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working with children who otherwise have never had an art curriculum. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;children who are sweet and may not get any positive people in their lives. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kids who really need to be creative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's yet another change for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have had three jobs in one year, moved, become the primary provider after being a stay home mom. , discovered I'm gay, and lost a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is far away in a neighborhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not know if I'll be good at it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will probably suck at it the first year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to move to this new career and see where it takes me. I am afraid of another change, but I really am capable of embracing change and this one seems to be a fairly safe one. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, I have been deep in decision making thought for the last 2-3 weeks. I am thrilled that W is taking the new job. She will be home by 2:30 and still pick up the boys every day. She needed the benefits as my 401K was not going to cut it for us later.  And... most of all, she will be a brilliant teacher and impact a lot of kids this way, she has a boundless energy and love with children. I hope that I can be only half as good as she already is. I will get her to teach me. I will learn from the other teachers too. We are both starting new jobs at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hate to leave the company I'm with. They've been very good to me. but I do believe I will always wonder if I don't take this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on this new and slightly scary change. 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We had all of our sassy straight friends over. (we have only one or two gay friends and one of them lives out of state) I grilled hot dogs for all the kids, and grilled flank steak and fish for tacos. I made a wonderful &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Orzo-and-Shrimp-Salad-with-Asparagus/Detail.aspx"&gt;orzo and asparagus salad&lt;/a&gt; and my famous ramen noodle salad for side dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of beer and wine was consumed, as was a new drink recipe for &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Beer-Margaritas/Detail.aspx"&gt;"Beer margaritas"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I made this fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/main.aspx?s=recipe&amp;m=recipe/knet_recipe_display&amp;amp;u1=keyword&amp;u2=ice%20cream%20sandwiches&amp;amp;amp;u3=**4*63&amp;wf=9&amp;amp;recipe_id=106562"&gt;ice cream cake&lt;/a&gt; for dessert. I had made it for my youngest son's birthday and everyone loved it so much, I just had to do it again. I think it will be a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take a clue from &lt;a href="http://titration.blogspot.com/"&gt;titration&lt;/a&gt; and list 50 things that make me happy. I did have a rough week this week, but now I feel better and I want to remember the good things about my life, so here goes. and just for good measure, I want &lt;a href="http://titration.blogspot.com/"&gt;RSG&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nerdgirlsspace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nerdgirl&lt;/a&gt; to do this too, never tagged anyone before, but there must be a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;50 things that make me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on my porch with a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;playing pigmania with my kids&lt;br /&gt;a great cheese spread for crackers&lt;br /&gt;coming up with a new idea for a recipe&lt;br /&gt;beer margaritas!&lt;br /&gt;air conditioning when it is 100+ degrees outside like here&lt;br /&gt;the millions of tiny frogs in and around my pond, some of them no bigger than a cricket&lt;br /&gt;the hummingbirds flying around my porch&lt;br /&gt;good friends having good conversation&lt;br /&gt;seeing new and wonderful art for the first time&lt;br /&gt;seeing my own art collection and knowing at least I got that from my 13 yr marriage&lt;br /&gt;seeing my youngest's missing front teeth&lt;br /&gt;kissing his neck&lt;br /&gt;knowing W and I are creating a great life/home together&lt;br /&gt;talking about anything with her&lt;br /&gt;good coffee&lt;br /&gt;sushi&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon chocolate cake from starbucks&lt;br /&gt;going to church and seeing the goodness in people&lt;br /&gt;hearing a baby or small child laugh (priceless)&lt;br /&gt;hot showers&lt;br /&gt;cold sheets in the winter&lt;br /&gt;heavy blankets in the winter&lt;br /&gt;snuggling with W&lt;br /&gt;the smell of old musty attics (weird maybe)&lt;br /&gt;rainy afternoons and mornings&lt;br /&gt;thunder&lt;br /&gt;urban gardens&lt;br /&gt;the smell of grilling&lt;br /&gt;fireplaces&lt;br /&gt;fall after the hot hot summer here&lt;br /&gt;beaches at dusk&lt;br /&gt;grilled seafood&lt;br /&gt;Indian food&lt;br /&gt;Thai food&lt;br /&gt;a big glass of sweet tea&lt;br /&gt;a freshly sharpened pencil&lt;br /&gt;new art supplies&lt;br /&gt;art paper with the perfect tooth on it&lt;br /&gt;riding in a boat (something i don't do often enough)&lt;br /&gt;roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;hot tubs&lt;br /&gt;hotels&lt;br /&gt;traveling almost anywhere&lt;br /&gt;trying new food&lt;br /&gt;a great movie&lt;br /&gt;looking at pictures of my kids&lt;br /&gt;reading a great book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I know it's been a while since I've posted, but I've been dealing with some bad things, some good things and some "just busy" things.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/RuBuGZ36AuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qB9Vga0Fx7Q/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/RuBuGZ36AuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qB9Vga0Fx7Q/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107203033741787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say the bad first to get it over with. This will likely be so long that my good things will be in another post, but don't worry stay with me here:                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 a sense of humor here ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, who is quite naughty (and I don't mean that in the cutesy nice way) has been up to more of her awfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know about how she called me about a month ago, saying she was depressed and felt like dying and it was all because of lil' ole me, and my sister of course. She said it had all come to her and that she knew there was some reason I had gotten a divorce, and now she knows why.... asked if me and W have a sexual relationship. I, being quite taken back by this 76 yr old woman asking me this, said.. "umm.. no, we are just best friends" She continued to nail me to the wall saying she felt like she was going to die, what a disgrace it was, my dad would turn over in his grave, she never raised me that way, I knew what God said about that, etc etc.. You get the picture. Needless to say, she did not believe me. She even said that if I did not bring my children to see her, she would call my x and ask him if all this was true. Also, just for good measure, she stated that what my sister and I had "done" to her about her money was also a reason why she was going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To explain: about 3 yrs ago, mother dear used up approximately 1/3rd of her and my dad's life savings to buy a bunch of QVC crap that she did not need. All this time, my dad was dying in a nursing home, my mother was spending about $1000 a month over and above her expenses on QVC. My sister and I figured this out, and moved the rest of her life savings into an account with our names on it, and gave her enough to live on comfortably so that she could not waste the rest of their money and that we could save for her so she would not be destitute. (my mother has a long history of addictions. valium for about 25 yrs, cheesecake (2 or 3 a week at times, and now spending at QVC, a call in shopping network))  My sister and my mother do not talk, so I had to be the only person who communicated with both of them. Sounds sick and screwed up huh? It is. My sister was consistantly hateful and mean to my mother, even telling her that we were NOT going to give her back her money because she was not responsible (which was true, mind you, but my sister has no tact with anyone, much less our abusive mother) SO, my mother went to a lawyer and sent my sister a certified letter telling her to give back all of her money. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of this lawyer crap happened with my mother this week, my sister has been calling me hashing it over, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meanwhile my sister does not know I am gay or even that W lives with me, I am not telling the sister anytime soon because she lives in another town, we are not close at all, and she's a right wing fundamentalist. She even sent me an email &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bashing&lt;/span&gt; a new book that talks about gays and lesbians being born that way to prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to my therapist - she does NOT think I need to tell my mom at all, and not my sister any. time. soon. What good does it do to tell someone when they canNOT accept it. they both will just use it against me to shame me, hurt me, make me feel bad... so for now, I do not tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! that was long. If you are still reading, take a break and get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is all going ok for now, my mom will soon blow through the rest of her money which was barely enough to take care of her anyway, and I have to decide how or if to respond to this lawyer thing with her. I do not like being sued... my XH did it to me after our divorce was final. I am technically not being sued but it is close. My mother has probably taken me off the will for all I know, that is ok, but how do I talk to her about it, or deal with it. My kids know none of her abusivness or bad behavior and I don't know how to tell them that we won't be going there for christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We both are from very conservative church backgrounds. I was Baptist and she was from an evangelical non-denominational church (just as scary as southern baptists) Now, when I first met W some 9 years ago, she was already in a relationship with her X but they were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DEEP&lt;/span&gt; in the closet.  I remember that on one of the very first times we got together as friends, the subject of homosexuality came up. I told her that I just wasn't sure what I thought about it, not sure it was really wrong, not sure if it was a choice, etc. She did not tell me she was gay, but in fact played devil's advocate as to why the Bible did state that it was wrong. We had an interesting discussion that night. A couple of weeks after that, she told me she was in fact gay and that she had struggled with her faith. She had been in leadership at her church when &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"IT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happened. She and her X had gone to counseling and tried to quit what they were doing. She even went through one of those "get straight" programs. I believe that she was testing me out to see if I would condemn her or not - at that time she was very careful who she told since she'd been excommunicated (more or less) from this church she loved so much, and didn't always trust friends either. So, over the next few years, we became much closer friends, she became like a favorite aunt to my kids, and a very close family friend of me and my X. She and her partner would come over to cook out or hang out nearly every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, her partner was still in the closet all this time. W never told her that I knew they were gay. No one talked about it and they never showed affection in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out every Thursday night for my "girls night" and my X went out once a week with his friends. On Thursday nights W and I would have great theological and deep discussions about this question. I always told her that she was one of the best people I'd ever known, kind to people, generous, giving and caring, non-judgemental, befriending society's off casts... how could who she loved matter that much. Would God condemn her for this while she was such a good person? Would that one thing about herself carry more weight somehow? I mean, why is that any more wrong than being greedy with your money or looking down on someone else, not helping the less fortunate? Human beings are just that, human. We are all no better at "being good" than the next. And was it really a sin in the first place? I mean, when the Bible talked about homosexuality being a sin, wasn't it really talking about the behavior in Sodom and Gomorrah, not a committed loving relationship? These were things that I helped her work through over the years. I took her to my little Methodist church that is more liberal than most. I told her that she could still be a good christian and be gay. After a while, we were able to reconcile our beliefs together. It wasn't until Nov. of 05 that we kissed and our world changed so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, all that talking I did to help her "be ok" with being gay, I guess it was preparing me for being gay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this has not been a struggle for some of you. I think growing up in the South and the Bible belt gives you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;big ole Southern fried guilt trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 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My youngest son was with his dad. He woke up in the morning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t walk straight. His legs were all wobbly and he kept falling. After deciding that he was not faking it, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XH&lt;/span&gt; called and said he was taking him to the doctor. He had asked a neighbor to look and she agreed. This worried me. Now&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/RqjaHr9rNzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SvwNgGkWvjA/s1600-h/lastdayschmas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xrOCqnpp_A/RqjaHr9rNzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SvwNgGkWvjA/s320/lastdayschmas2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091559204337694514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XH&lt;/span&gt; was/is I suppose about the most alarmist person I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever known. He will make a big deal out of nothing. He took the older one for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;catscan&lt;/span&gt; once after he was hit with a baseball. It was a black eye. No weird eye crossing thing, no dizziness, nothing. He rushed him to the ER and paid for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;catscan&lt;/span&gt; and nearly scared the kid to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. After the neighbor said he should take him, I worried. Of course I met him down there and the doctor examined him. They asked if he’d had a virus in the last couple of weeks. I said no. So they did send him for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;catscan&lt;/span&gt;, thank goodness. I was starting to panic. His balance was off, that could mean a brain tumor. Those of you who know me, know that recently my friends little boy had a headache one day. She took him and withing 2 hours found out he had a huge tumor in his brain and they did surgery within 48 hours. It was indeed cancer, and it was a rare aggressive tumor that no one knows how to treat. It is usually found in adults, and they rarely make it. The prognosis is not good for him. I had all that swirling in my mind and I just felt sick. I can’t imagine what people go through who have their kids get really sick. The doctor was very worried too. Luckily, the scan came back normal. They diagnosed him with cerebral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;atoxia&lt;/span&gt;. It is a condition where, after certain viruses, the antibodies get into the middle ear and cause vertigo. It can last for a couple of weeks to months before it goes away. Leave it to us to have a strange illness that the doctor has only seen once so far this year. My little one is very sick and dizzy. But other than that, he is fine. They ran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloodwork&lt;/span&gt; etc and I bugged them about anything else it could be. I hope he’ll be feeling better soon. But I tell you, it makes you thankful. I love him so much. I love them both, but he’s my youngest and there is a special baby place in my heart for him. He will always be my baby. He still has that really soft cuddly baby quality to him. I wish I could kiss those cheeks right now.&lt;br /&gt;W is watching him for me while I come to my dead end job. I guess it’s still a paycheck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop reading this and go kiss your babies, human or 4 legged ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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So I am doing it. I really kind of liked the format of telling about myself in a list. I may do more in this way. I do like reading other people's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am starting this blog to be brutally honest with myself about my feelings, sort of a journal of sorts&lt;br /&gt;2. I hope I will make some connections through it, though I don’t have to.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was married for 13yrs&lt;br /&gt;4. I had two beautiful, wonderful, sweet, amazing, uplifting, boys&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes, BOYS     mind you. Never thought I’d be raising boys&lt;br /&gt;6. They are the center of my world and I love them very much&lt;br /&gt;7. I refer to them as SB (sweet boy) and WB (wild boy)&lt;br /&gt;8. That’s because one of them is WILD and one of them is SWEET but still wild, the other is just wilder, and I had to come up with an acronym.&lt;br /&gt;9. Today marks the 1 year anniversary of my divorce.&lt;br /&gt;10. I never thought I would get a divorce&lt;br /&gt;11. I had to get a divorce because I realized I was a lesbian at the age of 40&lt;br /&gt;12. I thought that I was the only one this had ever happened to.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was wrong. I’ve found out that it is not all that uncommon&lt;br /&gt;14. I felt stronger about this than anything ever before.&lt;br /&gt;15. It totally rocked my world&lt;br /&gt;16. I felt very scared when this happened&lt;br /&gt;17. Never wanted to hurt my H&lt;br /&gt;18. He did not deserve it, but I couldn’t help it.&lt;br /&gt;19. He does not believe that I am a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;20. I went through Hell and back to get where I am today&lt;br /&gt;21. Thus, the reason I should write a blog&lt;br /&gt;22. I hurt too many people when all this happened&lt;br /&gt;23. I have a lot of guilt about it but I’m working on forgiving myself&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a wonderful partner who I love to death. She makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;25. Her name is JL, (I’ll explain that term later)&lt;br /&gt;26. She loves and adores me and I’m amazed that she loves me&lt;br /&gt;27. I couldn’t tell my H that I had fallen for her at first&lt;br /&gt;28. Which means I guess I had an affair, no I did have an affair&lt;br /&gt;29. I never thought I would do that&lt;br /&gt;30. I went to therapy for 2 months then told him about it&lt;br /&gt;31. That was an awful day&lt;br /&gt;32. My XH hates me&lt;br /&gt;33. This makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;34. He was an unhappy man for the whole time I was married to him&lt;br /&gt;35. It was hard to live with someone so miserable&lt;br /&gt;36. He would not get help&lt;br /&gt;37. He was mean to me, but I thought that was my fault&lt;br /&gt;38. I thought everything was my fault&lt;br /&gt;39. My partners ex also hates me&lt;br /&gt;40. I hope in time she won’t&lt;br /&gt;41. I had never been with a woman before that kiss&lt;br /&gt;42. But I’d fantasized about it&lt;br /&gt;43. I never enjoyed sex and thought that a lot of women didn’t&lt;br /&gt;44. I thought that was normal&lt;br /&gt;45. I did like seeing two women together in the rare porn movie my XH and I would watch&lt;br /&gt;46. I thought that was normal too&lt;br /&gt;47. I am an art major. Now I do graphic design&lt;br /&gt;48. I love art more than anything, I’m passionate about it but I’m not  that good&lt;br /&gt;49. Sometimes I think I am just a wanna be artist&lt;br /&gt;50. I have sold a few paintings though I can’t seem to be consistent&lt;br /&gt;51. I love to collect original art for my house&lt;br /&gt;52. I love &lt;strike&gt;my&lt;/strike&gt; our new house&lt;br /&gt;53. It is very adorable and JL helps me decorate it&lt;br /&gt;54. I’m doing better than I thought I would&lt;br /&gt;55. My kids are definitely doing great, I was worried about them&lt;br /&gt;56. I thank God for that&lt;br /&gt;57. I am a very spiritual person and my faith is stronger than it was&lt;br /&gt;58. I have a problem with judgmental people&lt;br /&gt;59. I know that is sort of judgmental to say&lt;br /&gt;60. I try to understand them&lt;br /&gt;61. I think unless you are living your life like Mother Teresa, you can’t judge anyone&lt;br /&gt;62. I don’t know anybody who is selling all of their worldly goods to help the less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;63. I think God does care how you treat people&lt;br /&gt;64. I was raised Southern Baptist, and I survived it&lt;br /&gt;65. I have changed a lot of my beliefs since then&lt;br /&gt;66. Southern Baptists now scare me, A LOT&lt;br /&gt;67. But I also try to understand them&lt;br /&gt;68. I have only lived in one state&lt;br /&gt;69. I never had wheat bread until I was in college&lt;br /&gt;70. or Chinese food&lt;br /&gt;71. or Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;72. and only pizza once or twice, I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;73. I had a very sheltered life&lt;br /&gt;74. When I came to college, I sort of went crazy trying all different kinds of food&lt;br /&gt;75. I never took a drink of alcohol until my sophomore year, of college&lt;br /&gt;76. I never smoked a cigarette either, and I only did that once in college&lt;br /&gt;77. I never tried pot until I was 35&lt;br /&gt;78. I didn’t get what all the fuss was about&lt;br /&gt;79. I do drink now, mostly wine, red in winter, white in summer&lt;br /&gt;80. My parents only had one birthday party for me as a child&lt;br /&gt;81. When I asked my mother why, she said “because I(my mother) didn’t like to throw them”&lt;br /&gt;82. It was at the one pizza parlor in the town I grew up in&lt;br /&gt;83. That was my one pizza experience&lt;br /&gt;84. We got a McDonalds in my hometown when I was in 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;85. You could not get in that place for weeks because of the line&lt;br /&gt;86.  I worked as a graphic designer for many years&lt;br /&gt;87.  Then I stayed home to raise my kids&lt;br /&gt;88. I don’t regret that, even though I’ve lost most of my skills and had to take an entry level job now&lt;br /&gt;89. I loved being a SAHM(stay at home mom)&lt;br /&gt;90. Working has been as big an adjustment as my divorce&lt;br /&gt;91. Maybe a bigger one&lt;br /&gt;92. I’m shopping for another career&lt;br /&gt;93. I love art and being creative, helping people, and talking, lots and lots of talking&lt;br /&gt;94. Someone I know thinks I should be a therapist, and specialize in women who discover they are gay later in life.&lt;br /&gt;95. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;96. I REALLY want to travel with my JL one day.&lt;br /&gt;97. I hated traveling with my XH&lt;br /&gt;98. He would be mean to me and he was OCD and had anxiety&lt;br /&gt;99. I really hated it&lt;br /&gt;100. I love traveling with my JL and my kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I never would have knowingly entered into a compromising situation with a man. I never wanted to get a divorce. I was determined to make my marriage work. Even though it was hard, really hard - and even though my ex was mean to me, making me cry over the silliest things like say, the door not being locked when he came home from work. Even though you did not know I was not happy, I wasn’t. Then, when much to my surprise, I found myself wanting to kiss my best friend when we were out of town, which I did because I was tipsy, and it totally rocked my world, I took a couple of months to get my head straight and figure out what in the hell I needed to do. I was reeling mind you. I talked to you about it, you said it was ok and that you wanted to be there for me. I felt your friendship and I needed it so bad. You continued to talk to me, giving me your advice and trying to help me find my way. You even seemed to like talking about these things. You said I seemed happy and that maybe this would all be ok. Now, here’s the part I don’t get. Maybe you’ve never been through a horrific yet wonderful life changing event like this. Maybe you don’t know what it feels like to be a soccer mom with the perfect looking everything and a stay home mom, then to have everything you know to be true challenged. Maybe you can’t imagine what it feels like to be there and be blown away when your entire sexual identity and everything you thought your life was is hanging in the air. Maybe you don’t really know or care for that matter what it feels like to be hanging out on a limb, holding on for dear life to anyone and anything you can, just being thankful that your friend(s) will be there for you. Then, to be hit in the face with the fact that actually, that friend did not think you were taking her advice, and she did not want to talk to you, really. It was just too much for her. She thinks you should be doing things different and is tired of hearing you complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is not what friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have done that to you. I don’t dare say I’d never do it. (I’ve learned that one should never use the word never) However, I do recall putting up with a lot of your shit over the years, never once stopping being your friend, even though you did a few things that challenged me as your friend, like driving drunk for heaven’s sake. That is very serious indeed. But, did I talk bad about you or stop being your friend? NO. I would not do that to you. I knew you were going through a hard time and the last thing you needed was to lose a friend. So it really hurts to find out that you, the one I always thought would be there for me, couldn't. Or maybe you were just too fragile to handle the hell that (I) was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my other friend, the one who I thought was always my best friend for a while before she moved away.... I told you of my awful turmoil later in the game. I told you while crying and telling you how horrible and guilty I felt, how I love my ex, though not as a husband anymore. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to ruin his world, but I was. And it made me sick. You were friends with him too. You at first told me how much you loved me and him and you wanted to support me through this. You wanted to help me figure out a way to help him through it. My God how I needed you. You were wonderful to me when I broke it to you through tears and panic. You agreed that we should think long and hard about how to tell him because he was so unpredicable. You were being my much needed friend and helping me decide the path I should take. Then, you pulled the rug from under my friendship. I never knew why, you never told me why. I was very hurt and the only thing I could guess was that you didn’t like the way i was handling myself. I was doing my best. And real friends are supposed to be your friend even when they think you are not handling things the way you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friends don’t abandon you if you make a mistake, even a really big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friends stay with you through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my real friend. You hurt me most of all. You made me feel as if any one I knew might change their mind about being my friend any moment. You made me stop trusting my instinct because I believed in you. I should have known you would do something like that, but I didn’t. That is the kind of person I am. Too trusting and open. I want you to know that even now, if you came back and wanted to start our friendship I probably would. I am just that vulnerable. But you won’t. Evidently I did something so horrible in your mind that it was unforgivable. I don’t know what that was. I am more guarded because of you. I take friendships slowly. And I always wonder if I’m doing something wrong or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry now. I will be fine. I have other friends and most of all I have JL to be there for me. I am steadily making my new life. It has not been easy, but I know it was the right thing to do. And the kids, they’re ok too. I am loving them and that is what they know, that I love them. I will never understand why you changed your mind about me. I guess you couldn’t handle it. But I really don’t need you anymore, any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best and more tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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