Listen to Jason Isbell; Take a math test.

Q. Guess what is the worst?
A. Packing your shit up when you truly didn't think you'd be leaving this house - that is, until Baby was on the way.  That ring would sparkle from your finger as you planned how to decorate your new home which Ex-Man was building for you - all on a plot of land large enough to encompass your rose garden, chicken coop, and Future goats.  And all of those goddamned babies.

or, you know, into a shared apartment in a complex across town.

Nobody is bitter, least of all me.

(Jen Lancaster, y'all.  she's HILARIOUS)

 I am frustrated, because I decorated here. I painted, and steam-cleaned.   I bought a mirror to match the living room, and pilllows to match the kettle on the woodstove. I framed pleasing photos of the two of us.  I planted lilacs, hydrangeas, purple phlox around the mailbox.  Now, holy hell, next year those bulbs I planted will bloom and he will probably run them over with the lawnmower.  Or worse, he won't.  I've lived here for 2 1/2 years, which is longer than I've lived ANYWHERE since I lived with my parents. Also, I have never been good at sucking things up.  I will mourn the shit out of this relationship.

Try Again?

heh.
the initial blog, This Is Something, is a quote from a friend of mine from college.  For all intents and purposes, we'll call her Shmictoria Shmice.  She was fond of saying, often over a bottle or two of decent white wine, "This is something, right?  I mean, it isn't nothing."

Now that that is clear, let's catch up.  I am thisclose to being 31, and I am thisclose to finishing Nursing School.  A major relationship of mine is ending, and I am verklemmt.  I have a small dog, a great job in a hospital in a smallish appalachian city, and both a book and a nail polish fetish.  I drink a great deal of decent white wine.*  I am a Godmother and a good friend to folks near and far.  I also believe that I've been a pretty super girlfriend these past 3.5 years, but what do I know...  I guess I will also have to start dating again soon.  Much hilarity will ensue, AM I RIGHT?

 



*decent white wine would also be a valid name for the blog.

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Tomorrow, my last year of nursing school begins.  Bodily Fluids!  Gore!  "Comical" misunderstandings with patients await!

Ass Hat Meanies

Back when I started my last blog,This is Something, I was a spry 23, pursuing my masters degree in a northern city far too cold for my liking. Between that time and now, four (?) years* have passed. Now I am a virtually geriatric, nearly-28 year old woman. Since that other first blog post, I have:
1. dropped out of grad school
2. moved to eastern europe
3. fell in love with an ass-hat.
4. fell out of love with an ass-hat.
5. moved to the mountains of western north carolina.
6. got a dog.
7. fell in love with someone, who, so far, is not an ass-hat.

and that's pretty much been my twenties. In other news, I quit smoking cigarettes. Nonetheless, I still yearn for that sweet, sweet nicotine every time I get frustrated. (damn it). Like now, for instance, with a random freaking student loan bill for 6 times the normal amount. The hell?

hence the blog.

*Only? pshaw.