Barefoot Redhead writes again

three months ago my husband informed me he was no longer in love with me and wants a divorce.

 

i thought i would not be one of those wives, the one who gets blindsided by an announcement like that. i was wrong.

i thought i had the kind of marriage that could weather the downs with the ups. i was wrong.

i thought this was the one. i was wrong.

 

 

it's been so long since i've written, i lost sight of the reason i started this space. my idea was writing would clear the air for me. it didn't. my idea was that i would feel better, i often did not. it's not about the words i write, it's about the "place" i'm in when i write. and the place i've been in has not been pleasant, but it's improving. i guess i can say i'm improving, as well. everyone has drama, i just hate the particular drama i'm going thru. catharsis comes in many forms, and i hope to return to a place where writing is cathartic again.

 

cheers.

And ANOTHER month has passed, and STILL I have no kitchen.

 

The counter tops were screwed up, twice.

 

Then the island cabinets were missized.

 

Then the sink wouldn't fit.

 

Then the sink faucet broke.

 

I laughed when the contractors said it would be 6 weeks. It's now 3 months.

 

I'm not laughing anymore.

 

 

Well, a month later and it's STILL not done. **sigh**

 

But things will move very quickly here. Painting next two days, a weekend to rest, cabinets are scheduled for install on Monday and Tuesday, and hopefully the flooring will be done next Thursday and Friday. Have to get a final inspection in there somewhere. Then it's a weekend to load the cabinets back up, organize the new kitchen, and COOK!!!!

 

That's the cunning plan so far....things could change a a moments notice.....

I have been living in a tore up house for 4 months now. This kitchen remodel has not gone as smoothly as I would have liked, but progress is being made. I had a kitchen to use until yesterday, now it's gutted. Delays occur, stuff happens but now all the pieces should fall into place nicely. The rewiring will be done today (I'm pretty sure.....) and once that's been inspected they can sheet rock. Once that's done I can paint, then the flooring will be done, then the cabinets and that will put me around the end of this month, so maybe we can actually have peeps over for a 4th of july cookout.

 

Entertaining on the 4th of July. That's been my secret goal along. Me having the "secret plan" certainly hasn't made living in this mess easy. J got off the airplane from Afghanistan back in March and he's had to wait for all this to come together. Well, I've had to wait for it to all come together as well, but I've seen my kitchen inside my head for months now. whereas J just has to wait for the final result. He's gonna love it. I'm not a certified kitchen designer, but MY kitchen is gonna be awesome. Pictures to come.

 

I will say that living in the house during a remodel has provided a learning experience no classroom environment could have given me. Interior design looks real sexy on tv, but what people don't see is how families live while the process goes on. Now I know. Now I have a frame of reference. It's all gonna make me a better designer because I can very knowledgeably talk to a client about this part of the design process. Something not touched on EVER by any of my teachers when I was in California.

 

more again later.

Good riddance.

 

The Moral Majority? What a joke, and an oxymoron. It was neither moral (what televangelist is? Bakker? Swaggert? Roberts? Tilton? Popoff?), nor a majority. They are an example of American Religious Extremism, and my sincere hope is that Falwell's death creates a vacuum upon which the whole organization collapses.

 

Explain to me how is it this organization wields so much power with government officials, yet we're supposed to have separation of church and state?

It's that time of year again. Moms are celebrated
around the world for the simple reason that we are
 moms. We are jointly scared and thrilled when the
 rabbit dies, then spend the next 9 or so months in a
 love/hate relationship with our bodies and our
 babies. From the first kick to the last birthing
 contractions, we are faced with the wonder that is
 to bring another human being into this world. The
 range of emotions motherhood brings us is as rich
 and varied as the children who spring forth from our
 wombs. The rollercoaster ride that is being a mother
 is never ending, and once you get on, you can never
 get off. Fortunately, we are (for the most part)
 divinely designed to weather the ride, even in the
 scary parts.
  
Today I'm thankful for my mother who raised me to be
 the fiery independent spirit that I am, and I'm
 thankful for Kyle and Ian, cause without them, I
 wouldn't be Mom.
  
To each of you, I wish for you a happy day. Hug your
 kidlings, and hug yourselves. Tomorrow we can all
 worry about the growing pile of laundry and the
 stack of dishes in the sink. Today, we are queens of
 our domains.

So there I was....Bold and brazen, dancing in the street. Loving every minute of it. Now I realize I'm not the first thing that rushes to mind when one thinks belly dancer, but it's just so much FUN.

 

Belly dance as it turns out, is the perfect crosstraining exercise for runners. Well, at least it is for me. Running for endurance, dancing for grace and fluidity. It works for me. My husband likes the results, so there's another bonus, right?

 

That's all I've got. More again later.........

I ran a 10K last Saturday. My time was 1:02:47. I actually wanted to finish under an hour, but it wasn't meant to be. It was an off-road course, and it felt like it was mostly all up hill the whole way. J ran it with me, so I can honestly say that he pulled me along, or I would have finished alot slower than just over an hour. So thank you J, for pullling me along. Well, after the race was the awards ceremony. We hung around, listening to the times of the top placers. A friend of mine took second in her age group, and when I went to congratulate her, she was her usual negative self ("I could have run faster if blah blah blah". I stopped listening as soon as she went on her negative bender). Then my age group came around, and they named the third place finisher and her time was almost a full 3 minutes SLOWER than mine!!!! I wasn't going to say or do anything about it, as I wasn't so interested in the placings, I was just happy to have run it with my husband. J, on the other hand, said we should check the times and tell someone. I didn't get aroused by it until we went and checked the times, and sure enough, there it was, in black and white, the official finish times according to our chip times. So I went and talked to one of the race officials, they made the corrections, and the official results will be on the website.

 

Now I wanna run another race, and place in my age group so I can hear my name called out.

 

Petty, I know, but I'm just being honest.

 

 

 

more again later......