tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324736332012-01-26T13:59:33.769-07:00If "better" is possible, "good" is not enough...Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.comBlogger2911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-15194983974919366032012-01-26T13:58:00.000-07:002012-01-26T13:58:28.187-07:00

So, I haven't written that much about wedding planning, because this isn't a wedding planning blog and you guys don't care about how crazy this whole thing is. But seriously.  Wedding stuff has moved into my head and taken over occupancy and it won't go away.  I had a couple of anxiety attacks of the kind I haven't experienced since right before the Bar Exam.  These have pretty much gone away

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-79866620945703833172012-01-17T15:44:00.000-07:002012-01-17T15:44:36.727-07:00

The wedding invitations are here.  They arrived on our doorstep Thursday, discovered when we returned home from a tasting at the caterer.  I dug into the box and we both giggled while we read it.  "It's real," he said.  I ran my finger across the raised lettering on the thank you cards, that read "Mr. and Mrs. Fella Fellaslastname" and he said there were times he thought he'd never see that.

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My niece turned 8 years old Monday. The Christmas right before she was born, I went up to Michigan, where my sister and her husband lived, to await her arrival, due on December 28.  She did not choose to join us until after I returned home of course.  It feels like last week, and it feels like a century ago. I was engaged then, too. I was ass-over-teakettle for Mr. Never-Really-Was-Incredible.

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Wow, I can't believe it's been so long since I wrote something. Since my last post on October 26, Fella and I moved in together to our new house, I hosted Thanksgiving for his parents and grandmother (and y'all, I cooked. A turkey and everything), and have mostly unpacked and settled in.  Things are going remarkably smoothly with the whole living together thing.  If I can just get him to do

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-59148487473442900232011-10-26T13:03:00.002-06:002011-10-26T13:04:48.953-06:00

So I told Fella what I felt about the NYC bride and groom and their unguarded love for each other and how  I worried he was missing out and how I felt broken.   He said that he didn't think I was broken.  Being a knight in shining armor is too much pressure, he said. He likes knowing I can stand on my own two feet but choose to be with him.   He said he didn't want that woman that thought he

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-76078128392221385252011-10-19T13:37:00.001-06:002011-10-19T13:38:36.229-06:00

Fella and I attended a wedding last weekend. It was quite the event- on the Hudson River in New York City, four course seated dinner, beautiful flowers... but what struck me was the ceremony.  The couple had written the entire ceremony themselves, and though I had never met either of them before that weekend, by the end of the night I felt I knew them well because they were able to incorporate so

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-31860693591801120472011-10-13T14:21:00.001-06:002011-10-13T14:21:16.943-06:00

When I got divorced 3 years ago, and changed my last name back to my maiden name, I swore I would never change my last name again.  Never. I hate that when I see someone I haven't seen in a while, and they say, "your last name was different then, wasn't it?" There are multiple possibilities for what my last name might have been.  There's my last name at birth. My last name when my step-father

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-85935197310577944312011-10-03T12:34:00.001-06:002011-10-04T15:10:19.108-06:00

So, as I stare down my imminent move (25 days to go) I was thinking about all the times I had moved since this blog started.  I moved to Colorado during a time I wasn't blogging much (*cough* marital disintegration *cough*), and I didn't much talk about it. Then I moved again when I found myself suddenly single in June 2008, and didn't blog about that either. I lived for a few months with a

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-82435572375564574422011-09-16T15:38:00.001-06:002011-09-16T15:39:28.086-06:00

My wrist is doing well... removing the screws and plate is a much easier undertaking than putting them in.  Today is two weeks and one day post-op, and I barely notice it.  I have steri strips over my incision, and sometimes they get pulled or rubbed by my clothes or whatever, and that irritates it a little.   And lots of typing, or carrying heavy things, makes it sore. But all in all, big

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-15235059790328535592011-09-14T16:53:00.001-06:002011-09-14T16:53:36.313-06:00

Sorry for the delay!  I've been a busy busy bee... So.  Let's start at the very beginning. Remember when I did this?  Well, two years later and the metal plate and screws were bothering me, so I set up an outpatient surgery to remove them.  That went without incident, and after two days at home, stuck in the house, I was getting a bit of cabin fever.  Fella suggested just getting out and going

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-4602156256896175622011-09-06T12:48:00.003-06:002011-09-06T12:54:09.594-06:00

  Details to follow.... :)

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I hate when vacations end. Aren't we supposed to return from vacations feeling refreshed and raring to go? Ready to take on the workplace with renewed vigor??? Notsomuch in my case. I think vacations just reinforce my urge to throw in the towel and play hooky. Every day. But alas, this is un-possible. And I am back in the real world, freeing the less fortunate from the bonds of unholy

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-16262609464163838572011-06-29T12:15:00.003-06:002011-06-30T09:15:33.656-06:00

Fellapdate. Get it?  Fella update? Fellapdate! It's genius. The lovely and talented Keanie Beanie commented on my last post and hoped that Fella was filling the hole left my Mr. Nonexistent.  First I want to say that it's only noticed on occasion.  Much of my feelings about that relationship are related to my anger at myself and how I wish I had handled things differently.  But Lord knows I've

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-5615462423727299452011-06-27T21:09:00.001-06:002011-06-27T21:18:08.688-06:00

Sometimes I think about something, or something happens, or I hear some news about something or someone from the past. And I wonder how my ex would react if he heard. Especially when that piece of news would finish a story that started back when we were together. When that happens, a thought flashes across my mind that I miss him. But the idea of missing him makes me want to vomit. In fact I

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-44470573665187133262011-06-03T14:04:00.001-06:002011-06-03T15:38:46.677-06:00

Y'all. P has a blog.  If you have a minute, mosey over and visit.  Don't forget to feed the fish! Did I Say That Out Loud?

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It's hotter than the fires of hell (seriously, y'all, like almost 100 degrees) in Memphis right now (already! It's just June 1!), and it makes me miss Colorado. I miss the sound of the rattling Aspen leaves in the cool, fresh breeze, and the river rushing by while P and I sit on the deck at our favorite bar eating chicken nachos and drinking Pacifico.  I miss needing a jacket after dark, even

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-28335552376969115692011-05-25T14:03:00.001-06:002011-05-25T14:04:38.363-06:00

Fella likes to ask me questions about my day- he asks all about my co-workers, their spouses and lives, and always wants to know about my cases and clients.  I don't know so much about his people.  Or his job.  Or his daily work life.  Not cause he doesn't want to tell me, I wouldn't think, but mostly I don't really ask. I mean, I ask if he had a good day, but I don't really get into things

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-15388042414816646812011-05-10T11:47:00.000-06:002011-05-10T11:47:24.230-06:00

Yesterday I was at the courthouse, getting a client divorced. It's what I do. Often.  It doesn't take long, when it's uncontested, and all the details have already been ironed out.  It's a matter of a few questions and a Judge's signature. And his whole life is different. One after another, one party would stand up, testify to how they lived in this county, wanted a divorce, believed their

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-84215265178274487692011-04-25T14:49:00.000-06:002011-04-25T14:49:16.682-06:00

So, I know I've totally left you all hanging.  And probably you can't sleep at night, just going crazy wondering what's up in my life.  Heh. So... Fella is indeed still awesome.  My friends and I talk about him (of course we do) and we wonder and wait for something to be wrong with him.  The only thing so far is that he and I do not have the same political leanings... but we agree on the

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-46648941651537876752011-03-29T15:43:00.000-06:002011-03-29T15:43:17.971-06:00

"You don’t have to convince the right man to do the right thing." -Convince Me Not Dude.  How come I didn't know this all along? Kelly at Cleavage often says what's in my head in such a lovely, concise way. Isn't that nice of her? This one especially, and especially today, when I'm sitting here thinking about Fella and how he keeps doing and saying exactly the right thing. Over and over.

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-80907737100683149892011-03-16T13:14:00.000-06:002011-03-16T13:14:58.341-06:00

Conversations with P, my therapist, and my sister have led me to realize that I have no idea how to tell what's the difference between an adult, healthy relationship-- and just settling. In my adult life, I've not had a relationship (until now) in which I was the pursued, not the pursuer.  I've never felt secure in myself enough to sit back and let the guy do the work.  I've always had this

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-49710592196024313282011-03-01T15:54:00.000-07:002011-03-01T15:54:17.916-07:00

If you read me in a feed reader, you may have noticed I posted some old entries about my drive from Colorado to North Carolina last summer.  I was reading them over again and I had a few thoughts: 1. Wow, that drive was long. And eventful. 2.  I'm hilarious. 3.  I am a completely different person than I was then. It's been less than a year.10 months, give or take 10 days. And my life is

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-32884948927086058562011-02-09T10:10:00.001-07:002011-02-09T10:10:00.552-07:00

Fair enough. Andria wants to know about the fella, and I've hinted at the existence of said fella a couple of times, and I have trained you to know that if asked (and often when not asked) I am happy to share all the details of my life... Okay. So Fella (does Fella need a name?  Nah, let's just go with "Fella") and I met just before Christmas.  He is (very) tall, and sweet, and thinks I am the

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-11574255751257284032011-02-08T13:44:00.001-07:002011-02-08T13:45:37.031-07:00

Do you hear that? That loud-as-all-get-out TICK TOCK TICK?  The thundering echo of my biological clock that is reminding me that my eggs!  They are shriveling!  They will expire! I'm going to RUN OUT OF TIME! OHMYGAH I'M THIRTY-SIX AND A HALF (ALMOST) AND OH YEAH I DIDN'T HAVE A BABY YET. I sure as hell hear it. It's cranked up a time or two along the way the past thirty-six and a half (

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-87399006753337298292011-01-06T15:45:00.000-07:002011-01-06T15:45:54.351-07:00

Meme-ing again, because my brain is tired. Found this one over at the Ice Box... 1. What curse word do you use the most? Hmmm. That's a good question. I have a mouth like a sailor. 2. Do you own an iPod? I have two iPhones (one that works and one's that impaired) and an old iPod mini.3. Do you still remember the first person you kissed? Of course! I'm Facebook friends with him, in fact.4.

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-3435692103905577472011-01-03T13:13:00.097-07:002011-01-03T14:10:01.647-07:00

Stole this from Andria.  I have stuff to tell, but I'm tired and can't gather my thoughts, so I'm gonna start with a meme. 1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before? Packed my shit and moved from Colorado to North Carolina. Packed my shit again and moved from North Carolina home to Memphis. Rented a whole house for just me to live in.  Well, me and my menagerie. 2. Did you

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-62503333726849167682010-12-02T15:06:00.000-07:002010-12-02T15:06:17.069-07:00

Every once in a while, especially lately, I'll feel a twinge. An I-Miss-Colorado twinge.  I miss P a bunch, but I hadn't had too many Colorado-particular sads until lately.  The snow began falling there and threw me off my game. As I'm sure you can guess, it's not snowing in Memphis.  It's cold at night, and all that. But it's just not the same thing.  Don't get me wrong-- I'm enjoying being

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-431591137014038732010-11-08T11:32:00.000-07:002010-11-08T11:32:27.354-07:00

So, I've been working. Hard. Harder than ever in my whole life. Which, granted, is not that high a bar to reach. The weird thing is, I kinda like it. What's up with that? The flip side of this is that when the weekend rolls around I am WORN OUT.  Friday night I went out on an actual date, and so Saturday I was useless.  Keep in mind I still have boxes and boxes of STUFF that just arrived from

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-52567445720379112922010-10-18T09:00:00.002-06:002010-10-18T12:45:21.993-06:00

Well I have just been working my little delicate fingers to the bone!  My job is taking a lot of my energy and focus, in a way I haven't been willing to give to a job before.  I like my co-workers and for the first time in my career I feel really competent!  Which is strange because I've taken a break for a long time. I think the truth of it is I'm settled into myself, and I'm not worried about

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-70961341738347789012010-09-27T14:09:00.000-06:002010-09-27T14:09:45.034-06:00

One thing about moving back to your hometown-- it doesn't take long to feel, well, at home.  Every once in a while I crane my neck to see something newly built, or wonder about some building no longer standing.  But the streets are still the same, and I still can find my way around like I'm navigating the veins on the back of my hand.  It's home.  It's comfortable, familiar, and easy.  In other

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-2680364553841223542010-09-14T15:35:00.000-06:002010-09-14T15:35:27.512-06:00

Okay, so here's the story. I was in Charlotte, working a contract attorney position, just fine. I was choosing between returning to Colorado and staying in Charlotte. I was leaning toward staying in Charlotte because the job was better and I liked being near my family.  I had a very strong feeling that something was going to happen in Charlotte. I was going to church (which I haven't done

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-91172578149583135132010-09-12T20:42:00.002-06:002011-10-03T12:26:49.823-06:00

So I've decided to return to this blog. For professional reasons, I wanted to get back to blogging anonymously. I'll tell you why soon when I have more time, just wanted to get something posted and see if anybody was still out there... So... You out there?

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-23741948596786699112010-07-22T12:00:00.003-06:002011-03-01T12:01:23.809-07:00

Reposting from July 2010 ... There’s a song I used to like by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw called “I Need You.” The lyrics: I Need You/ Like a Needle Needs a vein/ Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain/Like a lighthouse on the coast/Like the Father and the Son need the Holy Ghost/ I need you… I saw them perform it live, all up in each other’s mushy shmoopie faces. It was intimate and

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-54018579144308913402010-05-14T12:36:00.001-06:002011-03-01T12:37:24.130-07:00

Day Four on the Road was barely even mentionable.  For goodness sake I didn’t even leave til noon.  And then I had to stop at Chick Fil A.  I have been wanting Chick Fil A for MONTHS and I was not passing it by (the closes Chick Fil A to my apartment in Colorado is two hours away).  But I only had to get to Lebanon, Tennessee, but a hop, skip, a jump and three and a half hours away.  I did

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-58477696010282753912010-05-12T12:12:00.001-06:002011-03-01T12:38:46.001-07:00

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing Out here it’s like I’m someone else I thought that maybe I could find myself…  If I can walk around I swear I’ll leave Won’t take nothin but a memory From the house that built me  -Miranda Lambert, “The House That Built Me”   Day Three I awoke still tired but excited.  It was Memphis Day.  I hadn’t

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-59148128244793427442010-05-11T12:11:00.001-06:002011-03-01T12:12:49.331-07:00

From May 2010...  Day Two arrived and I had rallied.  This would be the day.  Lots of flat, straight roads to be driven this day.  No fear of careening off a cliff to a firey death. And by God if I didn’t get exactly what I wanted.  Highway 84 took me from I-25 to I-40, and it was perfection.  Straight for miles and miles.  An occasional passing pickup, but mostly I was out there alone. 

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-19277867859097232832010-05-10T12:09:00.000-06:002011-03-01T12:10:54.811-07:00

My time in Colorado has toughened me to mountain driving. I’ve done Vail Pass and been forced to take Tennessee Pass in scary weather when the interstate was closed.  I’ve driven Independence Pass multiple times and don’t even get slightly anxious anymore. But Red Mountain Pass kicked my ass for some reason.  The heavily loaded car, the animal cargo, the lack of other cars on the road,

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-65728906542996592682010-05-09T12:08:00.003-06:002011-03-01T12:09:26.980-07:00

From May 2010... Maybe 25 minutes out of my driveway, my car loaded with every piece of summer clothing and possible toiletry I own, along with my critters, I realized I had left the dog’s bowls behind. I had an extra, but it was on the floor in the back of my SUV when I loaded it up.  It wouldn’t have taken THAT much time to go back, but I had already said goodbye to the apartment, and I

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-29722924760010078722010-05-08T12:06:00.000-06:002011-03-01T12:07:59.281-07:00

From May 2010... I planned this cross-country drive like I was Elizabeth Gilbert off to the ashram… It would be transformative, this drive.  It would show me things about myself I hadn’t noticed.  It would allow me to find peace within myself and ground me for the task ahead.  This drive?  It would CHANGE MY LIFE. In case you're new here, let me first explain “the task ahead.”  I have been

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-74033878205811272142010-02-18T14:50:00.001-07:002010-02-18T14:53:16.124-07:00

I'm reading Perfection by Julie Metz. Metz had a picture-perfect life until her husband died suddenly.  Afterward, she learned he had cheated through much of their marriage.  I'm only a third of the way through this book, but it's already striking such a chord with me. Her husband had Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  He had a constant need for attention.  "Do you still think I'm handsome?"

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-9129982475146349012010-02-17T11:42:00.002-07:002010-02-18T14:50:51.854-07:00

Tell me again. Why am I doing this manitorium? Is it to prove to myself that I CAN go 180 days without a guy?  Because I know I can.  I've done it before, I'll do it again, it's really not that difficult.  It does give me an excuse to go without a man.  "Sorry, guy I might have gone out with even though I'm not all that interested, I cannot date you, I am in the midst of a manitorium."  However

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-88871186947551511072010-02-11T13:12:00.000-07:002010-02-11T13:12:13.194-07:00

Nothing. Nothing to blog about. Nothing is happening. You know, I had an idea I'd write a book about the manitorium.  However, 42 days in, I have to say there would not be much to write.  No major self discovery.  No epiphany.  No aha moment.  Not really.  I know I should wait til the whole thing is over before I give up completely, but the first sixth of experiment has been less than exciting.

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-53862789723969757322010-02-02T15:00:00.001-07:002010-02-16T15:23:06.227-07:00

X Games has come and gone again. This week I worked my normal job (reminder: on-mountain retail store) then worked evenings at a bar.  The bar was in the hotel where ESPN staffers and athletes stay, right at the base of the mountain where the competition takes place.  It was pretty cool... Guess what?  I love bartending.  Love. It. Anyway, I got to do all the flirting I've been holding in

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-57795313754860017272010-01-23T14:06:00.000-07:002010-01-23T14:06:43.385-07:00

I am already seriously faltering with the Man-torium, and it's only Day 23 out of 180.  This whole idea goes against my nature so completely. Of course, that's why I need to do it.  But I do. Not. Like it. A few months ago, T mentioned to me a guy he worked with as a potential date. I didn't bother to meet him for two reasons.  1) I didn't really think T would know me well enough to suggest an

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-18432726738289733772010-01-20T13:13:00.002-07:002010-01-20T13:15:13.556-07:00

You know what makes it easy to stop thinking about all my attractive male customers as possible dates?No, it's not my Man-itorium.It's Gay Ski Week.

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Oh my sweet Lord, I am bored.I go to work (which is slow right now and therefore boring, but I am getting lots of reading done). I come home. I watch TV, I read, I go to sleep. Repeat x 5, then insert 2 days of napping and more TV and reading.Bored.Due to the boredom, I have started hitting the library pretty hard which is nice. In the past few weeks I've read Dooce's book, part of a book about

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So last Sunday was a difficult day for me. I went skiing with P and ran into a guy that I have been attracted to for a while. We barely know each other, but it took everything I have not to shamelessly flirt with him. It even crossed my mind to invite him to Denver with us (me, P and Todd) the next day to car shop for P. I didn't. But I wanted to. And not only that, but everywhere I looked

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Dear Cute Guy on the bus that is staring at me: please stop staring. Or being cute. This man-itorium ain't easy.

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The other day I mentioned a man with whom I had more chemistry than should be possible.He worked at the golf club with me, as a fishing guide. P mentioned him to me first, as he worked in the same department as her boyfriend Todd. She referred to him as "the hot fishing guide." At that point I had not noticed him, and looking back I don't know how that's possible, because he insists we had seen

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-72702109080950994792010-01-05T09:40:00.004-07:002010-01-15T09:40:54.764-07:00

It's Day Five of my Man-itorium. And it's easy. So far.I am still checking ring fingers... then I remind myself that I don't care. I see a cute guy smiling at me and still reach up to straighten my bangs before I remember that I don't care. I thought about wearing my cuter, but less comfortable boots this morning... then I thought about how I don't care. I can dress warmly to ski with less

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I can't believe it's already the end of 2009.Everyone's saying that, I know, but I really REALLY mean it. It went kinda fast. And now I'm going to copy a bunch of bloggers I read and give you a list of stuff that happened in my life this year. Talk about a freakin' roller coaster.I started the year freshly divorced and dating. And optimistic! Go me!I got laid off from a job I was about to quit

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The hard part in writing about my marriage and divorce is not sharing what my ex-husband did or how he treated me. The hard part is exposing my response. The fact that I continued to allow it. That I did not pack my bags and leave immediately. Or after a month or two. Or year. Or ever, really. I never did leave. I stayed. Why? I can't even begin to answer the question that is most

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The Christmas Wishby John DenverI don't know if you believe in ChristmasOr if you have presents underneath the Christmas treeBut if you believe in loveThat will be more than enoughFor you to come and celebrate with meFor I have held the precious gift that love bringsEven though I never saw a Christmas starI know there is a lightI have felt it burn insideAnd I have seen it shining from

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Life feels like I'm treading water lately. I know, I blog about this a lot. But I have yet to get myself figured out and I do that here.I'm waiting, always waiting, for something to happen. Right now I'm waiting to find out whether Plan A(which I haven't told you about yet, but I will, probably) will come to fruition. If not, what will I do then? What's Plan B? Will I commit to a life here, being

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This post is an entry in The Great Experiment. If you're so inclined, please visit The Girl Who to place your vote by leaving a comment there. You can vote til Saturday and you may vote ONCE per computer. Thanks! Continued from this entry... And there you are on your kneesBegging for forgiveness, begging for meJust like I always wantedBut I'm so sorry... I'm not a princess.This ain't a fairy

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Even though root beer with vanilla vodka is downright delicious, you should not drink too much too fast, especially if you are not used to drinking liquor. It's possible that you may get very drunk and act like an idiot.Trust me.

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Stolen from Sunday Stealing.Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?Only b/c he is very far away.When is it hard to kiss someone?I don't know, when they're yucky?You're trapped in a room with your most recent ex for three days, what do you do?Define "ex." If ex = last person I kissed, then fun would be had. If ex = last official boyfriend, it would be a bit awkward, but we'd be fine

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-86211380182456884972009-12-05T09:07:00.011-07:002011-03-29T15:47:00.067-06:00

My memory is cruelI'm queen of attention to detailsDefending intentions if he failsUntil now, he told me her nameIt sounded familiar in a wayI could have sworn I'd heard him say it ten thousand timesIf only I had been listening-Sara Bareilles, "Between the Lines" It all started with a text message. It was October. I was standing next to him while he was looking at his phone, and saw a text that

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What we have here is a fun list of fun presents that all cost less than $25.Just thought I'd share that. Don't be surprised if you receive one of said gifts from me, because many of them are totally cute. Let it also be said that I am seriously broke, so perhaps you SHOULD be surprised if you receive one of said gifts... do not be shocked, however, if you do receive a gift from me, if it has the

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Thank you to everyone for your kind words and votes on my previous entry. Based on the response, as well as the way I felt after writing it, I'm considering writing a series of posts to finish the story. Well, really, to start it, since that was the end.Of course, I'll have to come up with an appropriate title... Crystal has The Crazy Chronicles, Pioneer Woman has Black Heels to Tractor Wheels,

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And I don't know, This could break my heart or save me. Nothing's real until you let go completely... And I don't know, I could crash and burn, but maybe At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me... Kelly Clarkson, "Sober" I'm pulling out of the driveway on a Saturday morning, on my way to work, when my husband sticks his head out of the front door. He hollers for me to take his

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Let me know what you think of the new winter template. I'm a little bit in love with it. I picked it up (for free, awesome) over at Simply Fabulous Blogger Templates. She has several free ones and also some for $5, the money goes to help with their adoption, so if you're looking for something new check it out.A side note: my almost-former job is at the base of a mountain (like, I can see the

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I'm not participating in NaBloPoMo, but I did decide I would try to blog with more regularity. I think I've said that before. But then I get here, and I want to write something... but I don't know what. So I'll just do a little quick update thing. Sorry I'm not all that entertaining... I'm workin on it.I could update you on the guy... the one over whom I chose Mark Harmon and couch time. He

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Today I walked in to enjoy one of my last days at my current job before moving on, and was met with some news. There was a new development here. They've been looking for a new Manager, and they'd found one. He started yesterday. And I know him.And now I am more sure than ever that the decision to leave was the right one. Here's to new beginnings!

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How have we managed to get to almost Thanksgiving without me discussing TELEVISION???Good gravy, folks. This is highly unusual.I guess though I haven't adopted that many new shows this season, and if anything I've been paring down on regular TV. As you may have noticed (ahem) I have (re) discovered NCIS. Repeats air on ION, USA, and Sleuth. So I'm always a-watchin' NCIS. In fact, I'm renting

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Guess what?New job time!For multiple reasons, I have decided to leave my current job for a new one. I will be spending every day working on one of our mountains, running a little ski shop. I'm excited. I'll be working for the strongest company in this area, and that's comforting given the upheaval that's been happening here. I'll also not have to work nights. And there's no beating the

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-73777112681606102132009-11-10T17:12:00.003-07:002009-11-10T21:19:32.615-07:00

So a few days ago I had a thought. I was thinking about where I am in my life, where I've been, where I'm going, blah blah blah. And I realized. Three short years ago, I was working as an attorney. I owned my house. And I was married to a man I thought was good and true (all that came crashing down on November 12, 2006; so I still had two days of ignorance). I never would have guessed that all

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-82961279512262157282009-11-05T08:51:00.004-07:002009-11-13T07:49:09.992-07:00

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Okay.So, I'm still not looking for a boyfriend. But...There's a guy that I went out with a couple times in September. And he keeps asking me out. We've discussed the fact that I'm not looking for a relationship. He's not really either. and he's funny and I'd probably have an okay time. So I could go out, get some free dinner, a few adult beverages, and naked time. Pebbles and her boyfriend will

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I'm wondering...Should I keep blogging anonymously? The very few readers I still have at this point all know my real name anyway. I'm feeling split--I comment on blogs as Sadie, so I can link here. I twitter with my real name. I blog as Sadie. I'm on Facebook with my real name. I just joined Dooce's community website as Sadie, but then was torn about it because I didn't know whether to use

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I have failed, and miserably so, at the exercise and organize self-challenge.I did a good job for a while with keeping neat what I had already organized, but now even that has fallen apart. My bedroom is now causing me anxiety every time I walk into it. I have GOT to get it under control in the next few days or I may go more than a little bit crazy. I did the seasonal clothes swap-out, and

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Found on The Ice Box...1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Coke. Nauseated today, trying to fend it off with bubbles and high fructose corn syrup.2. Where was your profile picture taken? My blogger profile picture? I have no clue. I found it on the interwebs.3. Can you play Guitar Hero? I have never tried, and therefore I guess that no, I can't.4. Name someone who made you laugh

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-76429764716043376012009-10-07T20:34:00.007-06:002009-11-04T10:01:49.747-07:00

I've written a little about my lack of interest in dating lately, but I realized today that I have not been single in over ten years. I understand that is not a long time necessarily, but for me it just feels... like eternity. When I was last single, I was 24 years old. Just graduated college, starting law school. Not really an adult (am I now?). It's no wonder I don't know who the hell I am.

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So, today's my birthday. And just for fun, I was re-reading the first birthday post I ever did, back in 2006, 100 Things About Me. I've edited it along the way since then, removing references to my ex-husband. Now I kinda wish I didn't. It was who I was on that day, and now that picture of me at that time is gone. Many of the other things are different now, as well, as time does march on.

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Well. In the past week since I made my vow of daily exercise and daily decluttering I have not done so well.I exercised: Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sun, Tues. 5 out of 8. Not awful, but not great.Decluttering? Did it ONCE. Sigh.I did have two dates with a really nice guy, though that is unrelated entirely. ;)

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This is totally my new favorite website. I have spent the past few weeks poring over page after page.It's been helping me with simplifying, decluttering my apartment, thinking more positively, and exercise. Now I can actually walk into my walk-in closet, and I can see and reach all my clothes. With the help of my roommate, my living room finally looks like a living room and not a storage room.

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Not much is happening. And this post may be all over the place, my brain is jumping around.I actually like my job, though the pay is really really low. I'm going to start writing wills on the side for extry money. Anybody need one? Also might get a part time job in the winter for extra money and hopefully a ski pass.I've been thinking a lot about things. About the place I live, and what it is

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-56259705935086623652009-07-30T10:07:00.005-06:002009-07-30T10:28:01.211-06:00

So. This morning I read this post on one of my favorite blogs, Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper.And it made me wonder. Not that my situation and Crystal's are the same, they are quite different... but it was similar enough to make me think... Back when my life was a ruckus... when my (now ex) husband was having an affair... should I have posted about it?I'll tell you why I didn't... My mother and

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Borrowed from Desert Songbird:   1. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you lay in a bed with? Chad2. Where was the last place you went out to eat? a Nepalese place3. What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? Gosh, it has been a while. I had beer on Fourth of July. 4. Which do you prefer - eyes or lips? To do what? 5. Medicine, fine arts, or law? Law-- but the law school kind,

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So I'm doing ok.I took a job back in the hospitality world. It's not bad, actually, but it doesn't pay enough. I'm realizing it might be time to say goodbye to this beautiful place I live. It comes down to a decision... do I want to work two jobs to be able to just pay my bills? No, I don't... If I had no debt I'd be fine. But as you know, that is not my situation. I have debt. Significantly. And

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Sigh.Can you see down here? Waving to you? No, down HERE... in the dumps. Let's see... what's been happening in my life.Max came to live with me, which was a very happy occasion. I went to Las Vegas for the first time! Had a girls' weekend with some friends I hadn't seen in two years... I had such a good time. I laughed and laughed all weekend... til my face and my sides ached. I didn't

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-49599417319230545012009-06-01T10:05:00.003-06:002009-06-01T10:20:35.429-06:00

Max is back with me! My ex emailed me and said I could have Max back if I wanted. Yes, I wanted!!! He is the sweetest boy ever and I'm so glad to have him home with me. He is getting along famously with Jaida, and the kitties are not bothered at all by his presence. Our home is a little more crowded now (2 girls, 2 dogs, 2 kitties and a fish), but everyone is happy, especially me.

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So I give you pics of critters instead. Sorry for the phone quality shots....Merlin. He is big. He is in charge. Questions?Dobby is the nap champion.Jaida really wants to know what's out there...Merlin and Jaida = Buddies.

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-6144550095156381672009-05-18T15:49:00.003-06:002009-05-18T15:51:52.654-06:00

This is Jaida, my roommate's dog. We have been spending serious quality time together for the past week, while Pebbles was out of town. The dog is such a stress case, always hyper, as you can see. She wouldn't even rest for a minute. ;)

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Looking over my blog this morning I realize I haven't blogged about television in a while. I know you must be dying to know what I'm watching. Right? Right.So... Right now, it's getting ready to be a bit of a slow period I guess, with everything ending. So I will be looking forward to So You Think You Can Dance, which is always a favorite. The summer is also time for Saving Grace, The Closer,

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I told myself I really need to blog. So here I am. I'm sure you'll all (all 3 of you) be thrilled to have an update.I got moved. Finally. Mostly. I still have some things in my storage unit that I have to get moved to my new place, but everything is out of my old apartment and all that stuff is in to my new apartment. And the new place has more room, actually. I'm lucky that Pebbles does

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So here I am, the beginning of week 3 at the new job, and things are moving right along.Today I got my cast off and was given a removable brace to wear for the next 3 weeks until I go back to visit. This means I can shower without my plastic arm condom, I can scratch my itches, and I can lotion my horribly dry skin. I can also do things that hurt. But I'm supposed to be moving around. My doc is

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Don't tell, blogosphere, but I'm blogging from my new job!And it is so far so good, as I begin my 2nd week here. Everybody's nice, I can tell I'm totally going to be friends with these people, and the work so far has actually been interesting. Stuff that's not entirely familiar to me, so it keeps my attention while I learn it. It took me about 3 days or so for my brain to kick in, and all of a

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A week ago tomorrow I delivered myself to the hospital and signed in for surgery. For those of you that might not know the history here:Five and a half years ago, I started having pain in my right wrist. It coincided with my first regular use of a laptop computer and its track pad, and I believed the two were related. Six months later I went to see an Ortho doc about it. He sort of blew me

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DAY ONEBoarded the flight from ATL to AUA. Plane is half empty, which makes for nice napping.They are showing the movie "The Express." I missed the first thirty minutes (napping) so I don't want to watch the end. Back to sleep...OCEAN! THERE'S THE OCEAN!Boy, that warm air smacks you in the face the minute you step off the plane. Taking off the jeans I wore under my dress.The Aruba airport is

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Hi there blogosphere. Long time no post.I have reasons, really, I do. I spend my whole day on Facebook, and there's simply no time blogging. That's my excuse. Not a good one. And really, Facebook is a time sucker, but certainly not the release that blogging can be. Honestly, though, I lost that love for the blog a while back... If you remember the early days of this blog, I was a bloggin fool

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Shamelessly stole this from Andria.1. What do you listen to in the car? Talk Radio/music Radio/CD or nothing. Does anybody actually prefer silence in their car? I listen to a playlist on my iPhone or a cd made from a playlist. I can't stand radio commercials.2. Do you have an Ipod? If so, what's the last thing you loaded on it? I do have an ipod. I have an iPod mini and an iPhone. The mini stays

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Since I've been so lazy about posting, I thought I'd tackle this one, found on Stacy's blog a really long time ago.Sport: HoopsGame: Trivial PursuitColor: Brown (I know, that's weird)Movie: Pride & Prejudice (Kiera Knightley version)Broadway play I have seen: Tony and Tina's Wedding (actually off-Broadway, but I've never seen a Broadway straight play, only musicals)Broadway Musical I have seen:

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But I'm blogging again only 2 days after my last post!Not that I have much to say...We haven't had much snow since Christmas, but as I type this I've been watching a snowstorm move in. Which is fine with me, because if it's going to be frigid it might as well be pretty, too. Since I don't drive much or far, and I don't spend much time outside, I say bring it on!I did go up skiing yesterday, and

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I cannot believe it is 2009. But I'm happy to see a New Year. 2008 certainly was a difficult one for me, but I honestly believe I'm smarter, stronger, and happier for getting through it.Getting a day off work was the perfect medicine to improve my Christmas Crankiness, and I had a beautiful, relaxing, happy white Christmas. I will go next weekend to visit my family and they are very nicely

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I'm cranky. For no particular reason. I should be feeling Christmasy-- the lodge where I work is decorated tip to toe, and Christmas music piped in, and snow falling... but I'm cranky. I think it's too much working and not enough fun. I've worked every day since last Tuesday and I'm working 11 hour shifts and I'm done of it. I will be off in time tomorrow night to go to Christmas Eve

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Layer One:- Name: Sadie- Birth date: September 23- Birthplace: Memphis, TN- Current Location: Rocky Mountains, CO- Eye color: Green- Hair Color: Brown- Height: 5′ 9"- Righty or Lefty: Right handed- Zodiac sign: I'm on the cusp between Virgo and Libra. But I'm totally a Libra.Layer Two:- Your Heritage: Southern Mutt-The shoes you wore today: Knee high lace up brown boots. They're hot.- Your

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You know I love a meme! This one was found on Stacy's blog.1.Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper. I've used bags on occasion for large unwieldy hard to wrap things, like a suitcase. 2. Real tree or artificial? Artificial and pre-lit. I grew up with real trees only, but switched to artificial one year when I was living in an apartment and would be away from home for several days over

Sadiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05970457532005085242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473633.post-76951334137672274002008-11-21T10:47:00.002-07:002008-11-21T10:52:09.633-07:00

Here's one you've probably seen before, most recently from Lois. The items that pertain to me have been bolded and italicized:1. Started your own blog 2. Slept under the stars3. Played in a band4. Visited Hawaii5. Watched a meteor shower6. Given more than you can afford to charity7. Been to Disneyland/world8. Climbed a mountain9. Held a praying mantis10. Sang a solo11. Bungee jumped12. Visited

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Borrowed from Sera Strawbridge:Accent: In Memphis I was always been told that I don't have one, but out here people can hear it, on some words stronger than others. Even here, I am still told I don't sound very Southern. When I talk to my family or friends it gets stronger.Breakfast or no breakfast: I used to skip breakfast but now I eat a bowl of Special K or I get really really really

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