it was as if blogger ate my homework…
I sat there dumbfounded for a quick moment before I realized that it was gone. Completely gone. No more scantily clad female sitting on a swing. No more perfectly written script that said, “I am not an enigma, you’re just stupid.” No more pink. (Ya know, I might be thankful for that later).
Blogger ate my template, and since I was unable to recover it or upload the template that I was considering changing it to, I have decided to completely just start anew. It comes at an almost perfect time as people are most often making silly New Year’s Resolutions and such. But for me, I figure I’ll just use it as an excuse to start a new chapter in my life. After all I’ll be turning 25 in a few days. That’s a milestone…or so they say.
Maybe it was divine intervention that my blog was eaten. Or maybe I just needed to get rid of all that foolishness and try something different. Find some new inspiration.
Whatever it is, this new blog has been created. We’ll see what happens.
Sit back and enjoy.
Me and blogger are fighting…
The new blogger ate my old template and won’t let me restore it….
I am not happy.
So I am moving my blog.
The new site is at WordPress and it is: unforgivingbitch.wordpress.com
It’s a tad bit bear now, but it’s going to get better. After all, I am on vacation next week.
*sigh*
now this is christmas…and then my birthday :-)
Christmas with my family can leave a sour taste in your mouth. There’s too many of us trying to fit in the same little place. And then there’s the inconsiderate Uncle who was hosting the family’s celebration at his house this year.
Christmas was celebrated on Sturday this year, also coinciding with his fiance’s (that no one likes) father’s birthday. Fortunately, I had to work and he decided that the family celebration would start at noon knowing that I did not get off work until 2:30 in the afternoon. I could be bitter, but I feel like I was rescued from the dysfunction. After all, my grandparents had Christmas for me and my sister on Christmas day anyway — and g-pa made pancakes just for me because I’m his little girl. (Yes, I’m spoiled, I know…)
Well, now my favorite part of year is coming. No, it’s not New Year’s…It’s my birthday. And I’m excited because I get to share it with the man I love. Yep, he’s coming to freezing cold Ohio, just for me!
And just in time because haters have been on the rampage. I haven’t figured out why when you’re happy and perfectly content in your relationship people try to bring you down. I know that It’s not anything new and I’m quite aware that Mr. Man and I have a slightly unconventional relationship but it works for US and that’s the most important thing. He’s the part that completes me and I’m overjoyed for lack of a better word.
a little touch of sadness
I kept trying to write something, but it just never worked out. It’s been a little sad in my world as my uncle passed away last week and the funeral services are today.
I’ll be back, probably ranting and raving about a few things later. Perhaps I’ll even have a funny story or two, but for now, I’m just a little silent. (Which is probably a good thing, since Mr. Man says I talk too much any d*mn way.)
another version of me…
My g-pa (grandpa for those of you who don’t speak my language) asked me when I was getting married on Saturday.
I told him I didn’t know.
Truth is, I have an idea.
Now, I’m not saying that Mr. Man and I are getting married anytime soon. We definitely have a few little kinks to work out in our relationship, but I’m getting to the point where I feel ready. Not in that “I’m ready because my biological clock is ticking.” (That clock could tick on and die for all I care.) But in that, “I’m finally ready to share to share my world with someone.”
Sharing has been a huge part of what has been lacking in most of my relationships. I grew up as an only child, gaining a sister and best friend later on in life. I never really had to share much of my life, most definitely, not my space.
And I was realizing how much I love him because he is pretty much just another version of me. Not quite the same, but we’re compatible. And for some reason, our relationship works for us. He gives me the space that I need, while giving me all the attention that I require as well. A lovely balance is what we have.
I just realized how amazing it is. Even with him gone half way across the world, it’s been one of the best experiences that we’ve had separated in a long time. I didn’t spaz out like a crazy girl because I couldn’t hear his voice everyday, and he didn’t feel stressed because he knew I wanted to hear his voice everyday.
Damn it, I’ve grown up in this relationship! Maybe this one’s going to work.
