Friday, November 29, 2013

My handsome progeny



Thanksgiving was good. One of my favorite parts was riding to dinner in style in Ben's new car, so relaxing having him do the driving. Another favorite part was the clever Secret Santa Scavenger hunt dreamed up by Chish and Zack. Then there was the well deserved Ben remark, "You're like a toddler in my car!" Payback is so righteous!

3 comments:

Trobairitz said...

Nice!

I am glad you had a good thanksgiving. You needed it.

Bee Lady said...

Hey there...thanks for commenting on my blog during the tornado devastation in our town. It was nice of you. Sorry you had to live through one of them.
I've read some of your blog while I couldn't get to sleep the other night. I've thought about you a lot. The alone-ness. Girl...get over him! Seriously...it is time to do things for you! There are two Indiana beekeeping groups. Join one. Become a Master Gardener. Meet new people, with the same interests as you. The best way to get over someone is to find someone else..BETTER THAN HIM! I know this stuff...because my husband of ten years divorced me November first. Ok it was in 1990, but you don't forget someone leaving you before the holidays. AND, he remarried on Valentines Day (only three months later, and less than two weeks of our divorce being final) when he swore the whole time there was no one else. And I found out he remarried, while I was at work! He never told me. Yes, that was over 20 years ago, and you know what. I'm SO MUCH happier now than I ever, EVER was...with him. You will be too. People are attracted to happy people, and I feel you are going to move on and be so much happier in life.
I would have put this in an e-mail but you are a no reply blogger...sorry. Had to say it.
Looks like you had a nice Thanksgiving. And card games...so much better than everyone on their own phones!

Cindy Bee

Julie said...

Cindy,

You're right, guilty as charged, I am usually a no-reply blogger. Usually I post from home and I'm down to just my Dell mini. I just had the hard drive replaced in it and it's been a little goofy ever since. I type and suddenly the cursor inserts itself somewhere else in the text. It's exhausting fighting it. Thanks for the nudge. I know this stuff, but still run these fantasies through my head that he'll suddenly have an epiphany and realize what an asshat he's been. Then I toy around with the idea of what my response to that would be. At my age the eligible males who I find attractive, worthwhile, and compatible w/o a boatload of baggage trailing behind seem to be far and few between. I have joined the Northeastern Indiana Beekeepers Assoc. and I don't really have money to do anything for myself, besides buying the kayak ;->