Mid life crisis

Yep. 

 

I turn 40 freaking years old this year and I think I've had my official mid life crisis

 

AND I LOVE IT!!

 

In January I sold the house I had only lived in for 3 years and built a brand new house.  About 2 weeks ago I decided (after thinking about this even before the house thing) to buy a brand new car.  Like a 2013 new car.  Neither of these things were absolutely necessary, but dammit they sure been fun! 

 

I can honestly say I have never been happier.  Everything seems to be falling into place for me and I feel like 2013 is going to be MY year. 

 

I had a lot of stress in 2012 that I didn't get into on here, but to say there has been a HUGE weight lifted off my shoulders would be an understatement. 

 

I never realized how awful the lay out of my old house was until I finally moved out.  The feeling of being totally content with every aspect of my new home is so amazing. 

 

I will try and get some house pictures up soon.  I've never been great with decorating (I just don't have that "eye) but with the invention of Pinterest and being able to stalk some blogs with great decorating ideas... I'd say I'm actually doing ok!  It's been blast! 

 

 

 

 



Happy Ending

THE SICKNESS took over my house the last few weeks and sadly there has been a lot of couch time happening when I should be doing so many other things. 

Anywho... One of the movies I watched a few times while making a permanent ass imprint in my couch was "He's Just Not That Into You".  As I watched it for the 4th time in one weekend this ending monologue really jumped out at me.  It absolutely says it all. 

"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up.  If a guy punches you, he likes you.  Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. 

Every movie we see, every story we are told implores us to wait for it; the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule.

But sometimes we are so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs.

How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. 

And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy.  Maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. 

Maybe the happy ending is just.... moving on.

Or maybe the happy ending is this : Knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment YOU NEVER GAVE UP HOPE"

SOLD

Well, I did it.  I really did it. 

About 4 months ago when the BFF started talking about the new home that she and her family were going to build in 2013 it got me to thinking about my own home situation. 

I own an adorable house that really is perfect for The Stinker and I... or is it? 

The kitchen is the smallest in the history of homes with 4 full size cabinets TOTAL.  Now I'm not much of a cooker, but I do love to entertain which can't happen in my current house due to space.  There are a few other minuscule things that annoyed me about my house, but nothing major. 

I started looking at houses that I could build in a neighborhood closer to my X (yes, I know it's weird) and to The Stinker's school.  With the ridiculously low interest rates right now I could build a brand new home worth about 20K more than my current place and still have the same mortgage payment each month.  Did I want to do it?  HELLZ YES.

Soooo... I listed my home with a realtor (ended up hating her, but whatev) and started the whole process.  Per the builder I was using, I had 90 days to get my home sold - now mind you this 90 days was going to include Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year - not really the best time of the year to sell.  I had a long winter ahead of me.

I started the building process with the new house.  I chose an beautiful lot with trees behind me (no back neighbors - EVER) that is close to a park.  I also chose the interior features and most importantly picked out a BEAUTIFUL kitchen that I can't wait to see in person.  

Then I had to wait.  I really started to lose hope that this would ever happen because I wasn't sure my house would sell in 90 days.  I had 10-20 showings some weeks, but no offers.  I really only told a few people what I was trying to do because I didn't want to be that girl crying wolf about the new beautiful house that I would end up never living in.

Well, guess what???  I accepted a great offer on Monday and it's officially SOLD!!

I get my new pretty house!!!!

2013

I really am not in the mood to post some cheesy story about all the things I accomplished in 2012 and all the things I'm going to change/do in 2013.

 

All I will say is this... I believe 2012 was pretty great and life seems to be getting better and better the older I get. 

 

I have an amazing daughter, a job I honestly enjoy going to, a beautiful home that keeps us safe, the most amazing friends ever.  Not too shabby. 

 

Am I still single?  Yes.  Is that ok?  Yes.  It's the first time in years I've been able to actually admit that.  I'd love to find "him" but am I ok if I don't?  Abso fricking lutely. 

 

Happy New Year everyone! 

 

(I realize this picture has nothing to do with this post, but it made me giggle) 

Happy New Year!!

Goodbye 2012

 

I promise to have some posts up soon... I've been crafting some good ones.  Just need to the time to actually get them finished, there are seiously not enough hours in the day!

 

I hope everyone (all 3 of you that read this) have a wonderful New Year!  Here's to kicking some serious ass in

 

2013!!!

 

 

 



Bling bling

I've been divorced for almost 4 years now and I've been holding on to my wedding ring that entire time. 

I knew I wanted to do something with it, I just didn't know what.  I don't honestly believe my ring, while gorgeous, would be something The Stinker would ever want.  She'll want to pick out her own ring someday.  I also didn't want to take it to the nearest Pawn Shop and hock it for cash. 

The X got my ring at a pretty awesome store here in town.  I recently found out they have a "trade up" program for stones purchased in their store - so with my two besties in tow, away we went!  

Basically I got the actual price The X paid for my diamond to "trade in" on something new.  HOLY SHIT!  I was like a kid in a candy store.  I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.  "I have all this money.... "

So what did I get????  I knew EXACTLY what I wanted.  They usually want you to pick out one single item to trade up for.  Since I know a couple of people that work there I was able to bend the rules a little and pick out two things for the amount they'd given me. 

The first thing I went for was a watch that I've literally wanted since I was about 25 years old.  I have had many fake versions I've purchased in NYC or in the Caribbean/Mexico on cruises, but I've never been able to afford the real thing. 

She's a beauty and I in 100% in love.  It has a smaller face than what I'm used to (hello BIG HUGE man watches I usually wear) but it's gorg non the less.

 

 

 

After that mind blowing experience I headed over to the anniversary band cases.  I picked out a simple anniversary band with 3 rows of diamonds set in white gold.  This is something that the Stinker can hopefully wear for years and years after I'm gone.  It's simple and classic and exactly what I wanted. 

 

Don't look at my old lady hands....

 

 

All in all the whole experience letting go of my beautiful ring was more emotional than I thought it would be.  BUT I now have two pieces of great jewelry that I will treasure forever.     



Comfort

I've been single for quite awhile now... almost a year *gasp*! 

I'm great at the self deprecating humor about my lady bits falling off from non use but I really do wish I had someone in my life.

Weeks like this are the reason I wish I had someone around.  This need actually has nothing to do with my lady parts, I would like to have "a person" who I could go to.  Someone that would listen to me bitch about how unfair life is, or someone who would hold me while I have a good ugly cry on their shoulder. 

Comfort.  That is what I miss most about being single.  Having a person in my life that I can count on no matter what....