Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
Ok so more evolution speak on its way… I bought a Wii . yes I , erin, bought a Wii. Me, who until this last week only owned….Atari. I will admit that was behind the times. BUT—in my defense I have two toddlers and a big kid that did not need another addiction to another device. So I bought a Wii. Long story short, the ex would not balance his cable/internet bill so that I could roll said account into my name and the cable people, lovely eastern folk, would not open a new account for me while his remained over 120 days past due. SO – I bought a wii, and signed up for HULUplus and danced my patootie off to Britney Spears with my big kid.
I managed to also rebuild my wi-fi network, not hard AT ALL. And rename it, as well as learn how to change the password. Exciting stuff, I know, but for me it was another evolution. By the way the nice young man at AppleCare was delightful. He assisted in guiding me to reset my airport-express, also not as challenging as initially viewed. At one point after the kids returned from the ex on thanksgiving day I looked down at my big kid while we were sitting on the couch watching Star Trek(remake of Kahn), and I thought to myself; this is a beginning to another chapter. It was in the air or something. I could feel myself shedding another layer of skin and getting over another bump in the road, that lately has looked like a mountain range.
Feelings like this, let me know just how deep in the hole I was. After the kids were born there was no time for me to roboot my emotions and heal emotionally from childbirth, let alone physically heal. My ex was not emotionally supportive at all and pushed me to go back to work instantly.
Not that its ALL to his credit. But these feelings of coming up for air/ easier breathing…whatever you want to call it. These evolutions have given me reflection as to where I was before, which was not an awesome place.
I sound like I am an eight year old learning a new techie trick and maybe I am, but this independence I am gaining and these strides I am making are building within me a warrior. My new name- Warrior Mommy. Also my avatar’s name on the Wii. HA!
So I had a date the other night. He seemed really nice and normal and there was first base. It was basically an overblown bootie call, which was disappointing as his pregame chatter was really getting the ball over the plate. I almost got my hopes up. Almost. And then the glorified bootie call behavior kicked in and he fell from grace. He was not a good kisser and was definitely not there to have a conversation or get to know me. Three strikes and I was home by 11 and disgusted with the whole dating world in general.
When dating after, lets just say 30, sex is a given, meaning we all want to get laid, but now its about more than the main entrée, its about finding the right sides to go with the main entrée. In this case he had the right side dishes, but no main entrée. And considering his post date behavior, he didn’t think I had what he was looking for either.
After thanksgiving day we took the midget mafia to see some Christmas train displays and Santa was there. He hugged me and started to look all too good. My cousin pointed out that Santa has transportation and a job, and he even has minions (my lifetime goal)only problem is, he’s married. Darnit! Merry Christmas!