I never know what to say

I got a call from a friend of mine today. She told me that she and her husband have separated. I never know what to say in these situations. My standard response is "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

She's not placing all the blame on her husband, she's taking responsiblity for the problems, too. She said something that made me think - "I hate seeing him devastated by this but in the same breath - I'm not happy."

At what point in a marriage do you stop living for your husband and children, and start living for yourself? I had to finally realize that in my first marriage. Yes, I know, marriage isn't "all about you," but I believe that if you aren't truly happy in your marriage, it eventually will affect the other aspects of your life. And your kids aren't dumb - they know when things aren't right.

So, as sorry as I would be if they do divorce, if they are happier apart, then isn't that really what matters?

Summer is Here

What activities mean summertime to you? For me, washing my car in the driveway and buying ice cream from the ice cream man that drives through the neighborhood. Going boating with our friends and Saturday night backyard barbecues. Golfing. Watering my flowers and begging them to grow. Enjoying the daylight until 8:30. Sitting on my porch and drinking ice tea (or a beer!). The smell of fresh mown grass.

I love summer. I hope I can slow down and enjoy it more this year, because it seems like my life is whizzing by me at warp speed. It feels like we just started May, and now we're starting June next week.

Enjoy your holiday.

Missed Connections

I was looking on my local Craigslist recently and got distracted by the Missed Connections section. Some of the postings are sweet, and some are borderline creepy. I wonder if anyone ever found who they were looking for from that forum.

If someone was struck dumb by my beauty last night, the post might read something like this:

"I saw you in Wal-Mart around 9:30 last night, workout clothes, no makeup, hair in a ragged ponytail, you bought yeast infection cream at the self-checkout. You were HAWT!!"

I didn't buy any cream but you get the point. 99% of the time I do put effort into how I look. The remaining 1% of the time is when I pop into WalMart or the grocery store and manage to run into about half a dozen people I know.

I do always have on clean underwear, though.

My First Post

Welcome to my blog.


I've been reading blogs for a while. Some of them make me laugh; others make me think. Sometimes it's both.


While I don't expect this blog to change the world, I hope I can make a few people laugh. Or think. Or maybe both.