Friday Yet Again

Loyal readers, I thought you would all (all three of you) get a kick out of this picture. It is part of my face under the influence of three "Blanc Zinfandels." I plan to look like this again by 8 pm tonight. Luckily, I only drink to get buzzed, not drunk or anything like that. I think I was 18 or so when I figured that drinking till you pass out or puke your guts out is not really that much fun but to my amazement there are people my age (and older, alas) that have still not gotten to that advanced level of knowledge. But that is not what this post is about, this is just a rambling preamble.

So why was I gone all this time? I was gone because I only can blog at work. I have a computer at home that has so many viruses, and is so old and obsolete, that I can actually hear it sneezing and wheezing every now and then, so I can't blog there. My office has become, to my dismay, very busy and I have become (also to my dismay) very productive and hands on. Those days of sweet irresponsibility are gone because nowadays I have to work darn hard to get all my stuff done. Sigh. That is the price of success. Allow me to snicker self-deprecatingly at that last statement, but it sounded good.

Also, I need to keep this job in order to continue paying my rent and the long list of creditors that are lined up every month to get their share of my blood, sweat and tears. So if I get caught blogging, my throat would be slashed in a millisecond. Unless they liked my writing (said in a little, hopeful voice). This last thing is a very strong factor in my current blogging status.

So just lately I have found a little time off from my busy workday to come in and try to blog. The following is a weird analogy but blogging is a little like certain bodily functions on which I will not expound but let me just say that some days the words just flow and I type out paragraph after paragraph of what seems to me to be witty and insightful commentary but is probably just a whole buncha blabber. Other days, I have "writer's block" (as if I were anywhere near being a writer, but give me a little leeway here - no laughing), and I'm lucky if I squeeze out a paragraph or two of awkward and disorganized thoughts.

Do any of you go back and read your posts and think "Did I write that? What meds was I on that day?" or is it just me?

But be assured that I think of all of you and miss reading your posts. When I have a little time I will catch up on everything that has happened lo these long months of absence.

State of the Union

My two sons are fine, they are both in school and doing well. Several girlfriends have come and gone like unimportant chapters in a novel. Several incidents have also occurred then vanished into thin air. Luckily.

I have been just living my life and trying to make it better (sounds like a Stevie Wonder song). I am in a boyfriendful state right now with the boyfriend I met after my former boyfriend dumped me last year.

Bittersweetly, my old boyfriend tried to patch things up with me a few months ago and even took me to lunch and told me he missed "those days when we were together."

Then I asked him, "But don't you have a girlfriend? My friends have seen you with her."

To which he replied, "I can't lie to you. Yes, I do have a girlfriend and we moved in together last week." HUH?

So I said (keep up with this, it will eventually get interesting), "Wait, you are trying to get back to me when you just moved in with your girlfriend last week?" I thought I hadn't heard well, but my hearing is tip-top.

His reply was (and I kid you not) "I will be out of this relationship in two months time." Not only will I never, ever go back with this guy but I wouldn't even buy a used car from him.

Well, mes amis, I will leave you now and get back to so-called work for a while. I'm still here, and I'm well. Talk to you soon. My love and good wishes to all of you, and you know who you are...