The skinny.

So I have been MIA for a bit. Or a couple months or whatever. I've been busy and unproductive all at the same time.

Let me 'splain. ... No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is marry' Humperdinck in a little less than half an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, make our escape... after I kill Count Rugen.

Oh sorry, that's not me that's Inigo Montoya. Me... well I am currently in the middle of a divorce. I'm not sure if I have publicly announced it, but there it is. After a long hard year or two of grasping onto the few shreds that were left of my marriage I decided it was better for me, and him in the long run if we went our seperate ways. I don't say this for pity or words of comfort, I know that I did the right thing for me whether or not the rest of the world agrees. It's hard to really know the details of a relationship unless you are in that relationship. I wont discount the observations of onlookers as sometimes they can see things that you can't when you are in the thick of it, but still... It just isn't the same. I have never been one for airing my dirty laundry publicly which is perhaps why the divorce came as a shock to mostm but I think it is good for me to just get this post out of the way.

In better, happier news I am seeing someone. Someone who makes me laugh, think, love and smile until my face hurts. It isn't exactly the best arrangement since he commutes between several different states and countries as of now, but it does work out. I am learning how to enjoy my time with him when I have it and learn to leave the future where it belongs and live in today, not tomorrow. Amazing thought isn't it? So here's to you JB. Thank you for loving me despite the miles and my bouts of crazy.

There is more to tell about other happenings but I don't have the time or creative energy for that so I will just leave you with an on the fly brain blathering.




There once was a girl named Bernice
Who searched in vain for peace
Her soul was tired
She was far from inspired
And her brow had a permanent crease.

She woke up one day
She was ready to say
This heartache must certainly cease.

At the risk of her sanity
With no thought to vanity
She started on her life's new lease.

She searched for the light
And found it one night
Oh to her poor heart's release!

The troubles they find her
And sometimes remind her
But happiness is now hers to keep.