Life is interesting, you know? A year and a half ago I thought I was happily married. I guess I wasn’t. Because about a year ago, my life went to shit. I wasn’t sure what to expect as this time of the year loomed…but really, for the most part, things are good. Definitely infinitely better than where I was last year. Which really isn’t very impressive. That bar was set pretty low. Did you know that all this started (for
Day 1 – The Kitchen Read the full article here. Oh I really like the way they’re doing it now. Instead of just giving you a single project saying “this is what you must do today” they’re saying “If you’ve got all day, do this. If you’ve got 10 minutes, do this. If you only have 1 minute, do this.” So that’s cool. Of course, I don’t do anything even remotely close to when they said I should do it,
I had a weird dream last night. I don’t think it’s significant or anything, I just wanted to type it out because it’s been so long since I had a weird dream. lol! Anyway, so idk where we were, but we discovered that if we put on these red glasses and stood in certain spots, we could travel to a parallel universe. Everything was the same, but different. As parallel universes go, you know. But then it turned out that
…my baby boy is two! I can’t believe it. I really can’t. I have so much fun hanging out with this boy. His personality! Oh my goodness he’s hilarious. He does this thing where, when he’s trying to get my attention he’ll turn his head totally sideways and look at me and say…”fruit stripes?” (Because that’s ALL HE EVER WANTS TO EAT.) omg it’s just so cute. He can totally frustrate me at times, but 98% of the time that
I signed up for the stupid Apartment Therapy Spring Cleaning…thing…again. I did exactly none of it last year. Maybe this year I will? Maybe? I mean, I doubt it. But whatever. There’s nothing I like more than signing up for newsletters that make me feel guilty for being the lazy SOB that I am. If you’d like to “participate” as well, here’s the link.
I’ve mentioned Divorce Care before. We met last night, and the topic was “Forgiveness”. (Thank God they skipped over “New Relationships” because after “Single Sexuality” I just don’t think I could take any more awkwardness.) Anyway, I’ve been mulling over the idea of it in regards to my own situation (forgiveness, not sexuality) ever since. In the video, they were talking about how forgiveness means you’re no longer wishing to “get even” with your ex. You don’t care anymore about
I finished another one! Finished!! Going to take it to the dry cleaners tomorrow. #crossstitch #cubesweetcube #spacenonasstitchery A post shared by Sarah Bell (@sarahbell0406) on Mar 12, 2018 at 9:10pm PDT We’re supposed to be moving to a new space at some point between now and my retirement. I’m gonna pick this up at the dry cleaners today and might actually get it framed before we move? Maybe? I probably shouldn’t get ahead of myself.
So I’m going to Divorce Care, right? It’s been really good up until the last couple sessions. One was basically telling people they sinned if they got divorced unless it fit certain criteria, and some people should never get remarried unless they marry their ex again. That was weird. And the most recent one was “Single Sexuality”. I’m not EVEN going to get into that, okay? It was weird. I didn’t enjoy it, or agree with most of it. And
I’m suddenly remembering all my flaws from when I was a student. Mainly because I’m actively doing it all over again. I’ve done three loads of laundry – AND GOT IT ALL PUT AWAY – today. I also cleaned my room. You know why? I have an exam tomorrow. -_- I’M NOT PROUD OF THIS PART OF MY PERSONALITY. I procrastinate like whoa when it comes to school stuff. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that this is
I never posted when the divorce was finalized. My bad. I’ve been officially divorced since January 17! It feels good. Weird, but good. I keep saying it, I know, but I just never imagined that this was going to be my life. I really thought that we were solidly in love and would be forever. We did have a very rough year, year and a half. Things were hard before I got pregnant and they definitely didn’t get easier after