Miss me?

April 22, 2013

I know, I know, it’s been a while. More than three years, to be less than exact. I kept meaning to start blogging again but … you know ….

Not surprisingly, some things have changed.

After about two and a half years that blasted house finally sold last April. I should have chronicled life in a show house on here, but it was so depressing I couldn’t bring myself to put it all down. Let’s just say it was a real bitch getting everything all nice and clean for a showing and not getting a bite time and time and time again. 

After the house sold, I quit my job at the newspaper, moved to northeast Ohio and (eventually) got a job as a data processor. I’ve been living with my sister’s family since then, but this weekend I’m moving in with a friend. Sugar Puddin’/The Puddin’/Baby Cat is still in Findlay, living with a friend until that glorious day when I can bring her out here with me. For now, I stop and see her when I’m back out there, and she hides from me and hisses and then grudgingly lets me pet her a little. And then she hisses some more. I miss her terribly.

Things haven’t gone like I thought they would, but that’s pretty much how life is, right? I thought I’d get some sort of editing job, or something at least loosely related to editing, but apparently, that’s not how it was meant to be. I didn’t plan on living in a basement for a year, I thought I’d be back on my feet in no time, Puddin’ at my side, but again that’s not how it was meant to be. I didn’t think I’d be moving from that basement into a random friend’s house, but … that’s something for another post.

So why am I dusting this blog off now? Well, I have something in the works that requires me to relearn this here blogging platform, and I need to get back in the habit of posting regularly. Plus, I have thoughts and stuff.

2010 will be better

December 30, 2009

I doubt anyone even reads this blog anymore since I rarely post, but it’s the end of the year so I feel like I should give you something.

2009 sucked. I’m no longer married, and it wasn’t a pretty process.

2009 wasn’t too bad. I got closer to some of my friends, made some new and awesome friends, and reconnected with old friends.

2009 sucked. I fought with friends and lost touch with friends.

2009 was awesome. My sister had her first baby and gave me my first nephew.

2009 sucked. Jason went back to Iraq.

Generally, this was a shit year and I’m glad it’s almost over.


October 19, 2009

I’m taking a page from Tasha’s book today.

Thing that are annoying me right now include:

* Not getting a paycheck.

* Thinking that someone’s a real friend and figuring out that apparently you were just work friends.

* My dog’s fungal infection.

* Making plans to go to work early and then sitting and waiting and waiting and waiting for them to call you in.

* Knowing that some people question my ability to do my job.

* My phases of motivation.

* The weather causing my sinuses to go haywire.

I love the interweb

July 23, 2009

I just updated the blogroll, and wanted to draw your attention to a couple lovely ladies I met on Twitter. Fellow Jen Lancaster fan Beth and pop culture/movie/fashion/more blogger Rosy. They’re both awesome!

Very important day

July 9, 2009

That’s right. It’s my birthday! Are you excited?

Lieutenant The Honourable George Colthurst St. Barleigh is:

(Blackadder Goes Forth)

I took a furlough day, and I’m planning to have lunch with a couple friends, work on the house, run some errands, maybe have dinner with my parents, and meet the co-workers for drinks after they get the paper out. Wheeee!

Epic worrying coming to a Dani near you

June 26, 2009

My friend Jason is going back to Iraq in August.

The last time he was there I scoured the Associated Press photos every day, hoping he’d be that soldier taking a break sitting on the tank or whatever the guy in the photo was doing, hoping he wasn’t the guy under fire. Whenever there was a story on the Ohio wire about a soldier being injured, or worse, I felt sick to my stomach and held my breath until I saw the name.

I worried worried worried until he came home. I caught the tail end of a clip on the news at dinner one night, and I thought I saw him. I rushed back to work to ask a coworker to find the clip so I could use his earphones to listen, and … I may have sat in the newsroom and cried a little when I saw him.

I told Jason  most of this when we had lunch Wednesday and he was amused. Probably thought I was exaggerating. I can assure you, I am not. I also made him take a picture with me at lunch:

Last time, I didn’t write nearly as often as I should have, and I still feel horribly guilty about it. This time though, I will write, and I will send packages when I can afford it, and this photo will sit on my desk to remind me to be a better friend.

The truth about my weight loss

June 21, 2009

It’s been a year, give or take, since I started losing weight. I was going to write this post at -40 pounds, but life got in the way. Then I thought I’d wait until -50 pounds, but since we’re at the one-year mark, I’m writing it at -47 pounds.

Below we have me with Jen Lancaster (whose book “Such a Pretty Fat” helped get me motivated to get off my fat ass) in May 2008 and me yesterday at my parents’ house.

I’m not going to lie, it’s been difficult. Very difficult. I’ve fallen off the exercise wagon a few times (quite recently, actually, but I’ve hopped back on), fallen off the healthy food wagon … but nobody’s perfect. I eventually get pissed at myself for being lazy and get back into the swing of things.

Just about everyone I know has been extremely supportive, and even people I only know through the interwebs have been supportive, which has really helped me keep at it. Especially during those times when I get so frustrated because WHY DID MY BOOBS ABANDON SHIP SO QUICKLY AND MY ASS AND THIGHS WON’T GO AWAY?

What’s been really interesting though is trying to make people understand WHY I’m losing weight. Co-workers, friends, even family had their … theories. Incorrect theories. Hurtful, are-you-kidding-me, have-you-ever-fucking-MET-me? theories.

The real reason?

For starters, my back hurt all the time. I couldn’t stand the heat because I overheated way too easily. I got winded very fast playing with the dog. Even the thought of taking a walk made me tired.

And then there was trying to find clothes. I can’t even begin to guess how many times I sat in a dressing room (or on a bench in the middle of a mall) and bawled my eyes out because I couldn’t find an outfit or even a new shirt for some event. And I couldn’t just walk into any store at the mall to look for said non-existent outfit. Most stores’ sizes didn’t go high enough.

Have you ever curled up on the bench in a Wal-Mart dressing room and cried because you couldn’t find a dress, or even slacks and a blouse, that were even the tiniest bit flattering? Like I said, I have. And I got tired of it.

I got tired of all of it. The back pain, not being able to play with the dog for very long, the special clothing stores, the MISERY.

Is that so hard to understand? I don’t think so. But I’m pretty sure there are still people who don’t believe my reasons, and you know what? Fuck ’em.

I bruise easily

June 14, 2009

I went to the wedding of a co-worker Saturday night. I don’t dance. Two of my other co-workers decided I needed to get out on the dance floor and physically dragged me from the table. I tried to resist, but they’re much bigger than me, so I lost. Somewhere along the way I hit something (a chair maybe) and ended up with this beauty. *sigh*

Four months later

March 1, 2009

I was skimming through the blog a few days ago and realized that I never posted the Halloween costumes that I was so tickled about. So here they are.

Jenn & me, Halloween

Jenn & me, Halloween

Jenn and I went as the birds and the bees! We thought we were pretty clever. I still think so! And people got it, so I was happy.

Also, I put a photo of me from my sister’s baby shower on Flickr, but I’m not allowed to post any of her, so … uh, yeah. But I assure you, the rest of the photo is me rubbing her 8 1/2 months pregnant belly.

Um, so … yeah

February 19, 2009

The posts I had rattling around in my head are no longer relevant, and the only other one I have planned I can’t do until … well, I don’t really know. It just depends on how fast I can do … something. Um, so … yeah. Hey! Look! Over there! Something shiny! *runs away*