Sunday, November 27, 2011
I really can't wait to leave for Las Vegas early on Thursday morning. I am praying to every god, goddess, the universe and anything else that may be listening, and asking for perfect weather for my flights. I have to stop in New York and Memphis before I get to my paradise and I don't want to be delayed one moment more than is necessary.
Honestly though, it isn't Vegas I care about. It could be New York, Chicago, or some little town somewhere and I wouldn't care as long as my friends are there. When I made the decision to stay in Maine permanently I knew I was giving up a lot and, while I have gained much since making the decision, one thing I don't have here are friends. There are people I went to high school with, people who go to my grandmother's church, and tons of family, but no one I can just go and hang out with on any regular basis. This has left me very lonely, with very little motivation to leave the house, especially as winter comes storming in.
That is enough whining for now. I may just have to bring a few of you back to Maine with me. Who likes to shovel?
Monday, November 7, 2011
I just saw a status update on Facebook that caused my heart to fall into my stomach. Of course it's one of those updates that doesn't give all the details, just a hint of something that may, or may not, mean what I think it does. I can't bitch too much because I've been guilty of posting those same types of updates. I usually think it's kind of cute, I know something and my "friends" don't, but being on the other side of it truly sucks. If the update means what I think it means, then someone else is getting my happy ending and, as much as I want to be happy for both parties involved, there is also a part of me that hopes I am wrong. This is one time when I would have no problem making an ass of myself.
I realize that the above paragraph may not make a lot of sense since I didn't come right out and quote the Facebook update. I'll just say that Prince Charming may have found his Cinderella, and it ain't me. Guess it's back to kissing frogs, though they are a lot harder to come by in this neck of the woods. Maybe I should be kissing Moose instead?