It occurs to me that a year from now, based on all the things that are
bearing down on me like a freight train lining up to happen, my life will have changed substantially. These events are such that they require planning, monitoring,
bribery and payoffs, adjusting, tweaking, celebrating, and last but certainly not least, remembering. And I wouldn't want to rely on just
hard liquor my own aging baby boomer brain to get through this, no no! Therefore, I invite you to take this journey with me. I intend to resume posting regularly here for at least one year,
bitching and moaning, tracking and recording, our triumphs and our failures. What's in store you ask?
You see this year my daughter will start college pursuing a career in teaching, she will adjust to college life while working maybe two jobs and living at home, and may even move out on her own. Boyfriends come and go, but so far she
has no tatoos remains level headed. My youngest son, a senior in high school, will visit and apply to colleges, he will be accepted to a college most likely
we can't afford on the east coast, but certainly hundreds of miles away, he will audition and participate in his last high school musical, participate in speech for the last times, graduate from high school, we will throw a much anticipated, humdinger of a midwest graduation party, he will audition and perform in his last Trollwood summer musical, and then he too will move out on his own. Our oldest son is currently attending his 10 year high school reunion in the Pacific Northwest and will return home this week. His life seems pretty stable recently, with a wonderful girlfriend and plans to be involved in an artists co-op. They are approaching the one-year mark in their relationship, so can
marriage a baby buying
a house a puppy be far behind?
This will leave my husband and me
alone staring at one another wondering who the hell we've become in the much dreaded, yet inevitable category of "empty nesters." Which will probably require yet another year of
therapy blogging to work through those issues... Of course, with all of this turmoil going on, why wouldn't we choose this time to embark on a
12 step program of healthy eating and exercise? We each hope to end this 12 months at least 30 pounds lighter, toned and fit, decluttered, and with a more zen-like state of mind.
So - thus begins our saga....
After a trip to New York a couple of years ago, I was regaling my BFF Kimisue with an hilarious email about my adventures purse shopping in the black market warehouses with my two gay boyfriends. If you've never had the black market experience while visiting the big apple, you would shake your head upon hearing about it, because it sounds dangerous. Its really not, though I wouldn't have done it by myself for the first time. Suffice it to say that its a little like prostitution, a little like a swap meet, a little like a spy movie .... and... you get name brand designer purses for really cheap!
