I am sure that you have noticed that not only am I not blogging as much these days, but I also do not respond to things that I otherwise would have in the past. I have chosen not to engage some of the stuff that’s been dangled in front of me for a very simple reason - life is too short to get wrapped up into constant negativity and hateful words.

It’s been a bit of a weird time for me. A lot of doctor appointments, tests and prodding, and now something large looms overhead. Quite frankly, it has me reevaluating a lot of my life, my feelings, and my interactions with others.

When you are faced with the very real possibility of having someone literally hack into your brain, some of the little things become less important. The snipes and snarks seem not as important as focusing on the happy points in your life.

I don’t have time for silly games, and I’m clearing my personal space of those who would rather snipe than dream, who would rather be filled with hatred than the possibility of love.

There is no room in my world for negativity. There is only room for the important things. Love, laughter, and happiness. If you aren’t bringing it to the table, you aren’t invited to dinner.

It’s just that simple.

Hit the polls immediately following my doctor appointment. I would have gone before the appointment, but there was a crazy line, so I went after. Score, no line!

If you haven’t voted yet today, get your butt out there and do it. This is, quite frankly, the most important election I’ve ever been a part of. And, I can say with some pride, that I -have- been a part of it. I’ve volunteered, I’ve knocked on doors, I’ve talked with my neighbors, I’ve had well thought out intelligent conversations with people about what this race means and what is at stake. I have never been so emotionally invested in an election before.

Of course, I’ve never been so stressed out either. And I was joking with my doctor today that maybe what she thinks were TIAs was really just a sign that I’m stressed to the breaking point. She said fat chance, but hey, anything beats my brain simply melting down!

Okay, back to the point… see? Brain, melting.

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Oh hai!

Can you guess that I’ve been busy? Of course you can! When am I not, right?

I thought I’d have time to sit down and write a real blog, full of updates and witty anecdotes, but sadly, that is not the case. So instead you will just get a quick version.

Yes, I’m voting for Obama, and that’s pretty much a done deal. I know, you are shocked. I’ve done some canvassing for him with my daughter and we really enjoyed it. Tomorrow he’s having a rally within 15 miles of home, so guess where I’ll be?

No, I’m not voting for him just because he’s a Democrat. I do know how to read and make decisions all by myself! I can also tie my own shoes.

Yes, I am rather disgusted with the current political discourse. I’m also wondering which parts of America are actually anti-American since only some seem to be pro-American.

No, I’m not dating anyone and have no intentions to do so. I’m rather enjoying being single. Thanks for asking. (You’d be surprised at how often this is asked!)

Yes, my job is keeping me busy. Go figure.

No, I’m not done working on side projects. The next round goes to personal websites, of which I have several. They are in dire need of attention.

Yes, I do update Twitter far more than this or Facebook. It’s quick and easy and doesn’t generally require me logging in to anything. And I can do it from my phone if I’m really excited about something.

No, I haven’t made those appointments yet. I’ll get to them when I have time. My boobs thank you for inquiring though
Okay, I think that’s all. I feel better. Miss everyone, find me on AIM, yahoo, or msn to chat. Email me if you need contact info.

Toodles, bitchez! *mwah!*

Earlier in the week I took Zach bowling as he really wanted to go. Now, if you know me, you know that I’m not real keen on the whole bowling thing, if for no other reason than I completely suck at it and I hate doing things I’m not good at.

At any rate, he wanted to go, so I called a friend and we took my beloved bleached blond boy to the bowling alley. And, while I did make an attempt to bowl, it was a very very sad attempt. Zach didn’t do much better; however, we refused to let our total suckage ruin our fun and ended up having a really good time. I am pretty positive we were the only group in the whole place congratulating each other on our complete lack of skills.

I’m not going to tell you how bad it was, because really, I do have some pride you know. But uh, yeah. Pretty bad
The only really craptacular part is that when I woke up the next morning, I was stiff and sore. From bowling? The hell?

I’m currently looking through my receipts and seeing if I can exchange my body in on a newer model.

*hmph!*

A friend introduced me to a bunch of his acquaintances last night. There’s a terribly long and funny story to tell, but sadly, I can’t say a lot of it online. It was a great night, with a lot of laughing and a feeling of being immediately accepted by some genuinely interesting people.

So after meeting all of these people in a nice little place in Gaithersburg, we were invited back to someone’s house, and me, being in the mood to do nothing but have a good time, begged and pleaded with my friend to take me there. After an awkward moment wherein we accidentally walked in on a man being… *ahem*… serviced… the night progressed rather nicely. I drank a little wine, conversed about the best places for steaks, and had a great conversation with our host who wondered if I’d be interested in being the new High Priestess for his Wiccan coven. My partner in crime is pretty insistent that what they really want is for me to be their Goddess, but wevs
My faith has been floundering for a very long time. Several years of ongoing romantic heartbreak has made me quite cynical and my belief in deity has waned to near atheistic levels. But standing in that house, and then outside in the beautiful circle with a gorgeous altar, brought a lot of old feelings back for me. The belief that maybe there is something out there after all, and maybe it’s not as cold and unforgiving as I have felt lately, has been tickling at the edges of my mind.

Who knows what tomorrow holds. But I do believe that meeting these people was critical, the nudge my battered heart needed to find the faith that I’ve long since abandoned.

All right ladies, this one is for you.

Ever go out with that guy, you know the one, he is sure to tell you that he’s a “Nice Guy” and nothing at all like all the other guys you’ve dated? Only to find out later, that no, really, he’s pretty much an asshole?

Wouldn’t it be handy if you had a comparison chart, with all the telltale signs and red flags of the “Nice Guy”, the Douchebag, and the Asshole? A way, perhaps, to cross reference each category and find out where your guy falls on the scale?

Well, here we were, Cathy and I, chatting in AIM, laughing over some of the most notable signs and flags, and it came to me that this chart is almost desperately needed by today’s dating woman. Sure, you can go online and look at the top ten signs of a douchebag, or the definition of a Nice Guy, and certainly you know an asshole when you see one.

But wouldn’t it be nice if we put that together into one handy and easy to use chart? Sure it would.

So ladies, tell me, how do -you- define one of these creatures? What are your little red flags? I’m going to spend a little time compiling and making a chart for cross comparison. If for nothing else than to give us something to giggle over for hours on end.

In a weird space, contemplating life, and love, and friendship.

Friendship is one of the most profoundly beautiful things on the planet, and I’m thankful for every last one of my actual, real, friends who respect my feelings and don’t walk on me or my spirit of generosity and good will.

All of you, you know who you are. And a special note to a wonderful friend living in limbo right now and contemplating her own meaning of life, I’m always here for you.

Real friends are something to be cherished and prized. And if you are the type of person who doesn’t realize that, who does and says hurtful things because you are so self centered, perhaps you should take a good look at your life and wonder why it is as it is.

Our lives are exactly what we make of them. And if you insist on treating the people who care for you as if they are objects for your amusement, don’t be so surprised when the stronger of them finally wake up and turn their back on you.

Regarding that incident… Yeah so, apparently some people don’t understand when they’ve crossed a line and will continue to send you text after text inquiring as to what you are doing.

::headdesk::

I promise to get back to blogging sooner rather than later. Still trying to work out some kinks on a side project, been running around all of the Metro DC area catching up with friends old and new, and basically enjoying my time off from mommy-hood.

Zach is coming to visit for two weeks on Saturday and I’m pretty excited to be seeing him again. I don’t get to see him enough. Speaking of… any Trillian pro users out there want to explain why I can’t view his (msn) webcam? I don’t have one, but I should be able to see his, yes? The Trillian help files are a mess to wade through, so if you know, help a bitch out, would you?

I have a ton of pictures from the girls weekend that I need to get posted, we had a blast. Even got new tattoos. I need to get them all organized and resize some for the web and then I’ll share.

Sorry I’ve been lax in my communications with some of you, but I think you have a pretty good idea of what’s been going on in my world and why there’s been so much silence from me. After all, most of you have been with me for years and have seen this happen to me time after time.

I’m off to dreamland.

Toodles!

Dear friends, a new rule for my life. Help a bitch out and adhere to it.

My cell phone is to be removed from my presence after the third glass of wine or second beer. Hide that bitch so I can’t see it and can’t use it. If you have to, sit on my hands or tie me down. Oooohhh.

Left to my own devices, I will text myself straight to hell. Please do your civic duty and make sure this doesn’t happen. There’s plenty of reasons for me to go to hell, texting shouldn’t be one of them.

kthxbai!

Once upon a time, in a Wonderland far removed from this one, someone gave me a beautifully personalized copy of the following. It served me then, and I guess it will serve me now. It reminds me that no matter what happens from here forward, what I’ve been through, what I’ve already managed to survive, has made me far stronger than I can sometimes believe.

When this was given to me, it came to me with a small stone with the word “AND” carved into it. I carried that stone everywhere as a reminder of who and what I am. Given that lately I find myself falling more often than soaring, I suppose it’s time to start carrying it again. At least until I can feel my wings once more.

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