Tonight CKM and I had a great time and I want to tell you about it, but something else came up that I thought I would address instead. I will talk about tonight maybe tomorrow. (Ponder that one for a while)

They seem to be coming out of the woodwork…About three weeks ago, I got a text from a guy I dated about 4 years ago, I’ve heard from him two or three times since we split up, but I was not expecting to hear from him again. I was on Facebook one night and he messaged me, we caught up for a while, it was nice chatting with him, we had been good friends while we were dating, I’m not going to go into why we didn’t make it, you’ll have to buy my book!

Turns out he got married over a year ago, we talked about that, I was happy for him. I admit, I was a bit hesitant when he first messaged, I don’t normally hear from guys I’m no longer involved with since they’ve moved on, unless they want to find out what my dating status is because they remember how good it was when it was good and now they’re single and think it would be nice to get together with me again. But there was a reason it didn’t work out.

He asked about me and I told him about DCM and how we are moving to Colorado together at the end of the month, the packing, how excited I am and some of the plans we have when we’re settled, like me getting a new bike and DCM getting one as well, taking lessons together, LS is a biker, so he could relate to that.

We’ve chatted a few times over the last few weeks, he’s needed some advice from “a woman”
(thanks for noticing), someone unbiased to the situation, and someone who’s opinion and advice he trusts. I do appreciate that people value my opinion.

So, over the past few weeks, we’ve chatted a few times, it has been nice and…on a few occasions he has reminded me of some of the things that lead to the end of the relationship, but I know him and I’m looking past those things because they don’t affect me in the same way, just reinforced what I thought before, if that makes sense.

Then tonight, I am out with CKM and I get a text from a number I don’t know “is this JSH number?”
(You noticed that? I was JSH when I was married). What? CKM said don’t respond, she had an odd text from someone in her past recently, it’s still stuck in her craw, mine too because there was no closure. I can’t help it, I wanted to know who it was! Don’t you?

I responded, “Depends on who this is”, DCM bust out laughing when I told him what I responded with! I have to tell you, one of my favorite things is to make him laugh! I get tickled when I get CKM to burst out laughing too!

So the response I get is J, well, isn’t that helpful, a first name, a nickname of sorts. No offense, but I know a few people and I know more than one J. I didn’t want to be rude and say J who? I thought I’d figure it out by some questions that I could ask. I asked how he was, thinking I would ask about work next, thinking the might help me to get somewhere. Now, CKM took a guess at who this was, I didn’t think so because he was using a nickname that I never associated with him and through the conversation, turns out she was right on the money!

I figured out who it was through his next text.

We dated very briefly, maybe three weeks tops, almost 5 years ago! I heard from him about a month after he “dropped me like a hot potato”, to sort of ask me what was wrong with him… it wasn’t me, it was him, I hate to say “the usual”, and not since then, I haven’t even thought about him in that long.

He said a few things along those lines, what was I thinking? I was an idiot, ok, whatever. DCM said he was fishing, I’m sure he’s right. There ended the conversation, will I hear from him again? Will I think about it? Nope, I’m happy and why do I need to think about things that don’t contribute to my happiness? And after all, it’s all about me, right? Ha ha

So, you were wrong, what were you thinking…Really? Hmm… And exactly what did you accomplish by texting me in the first place?

Is there something in the air? Is it a full moon? Who’s next? What’s next?

Thanks for letting me vent.

I just took a shower and I feel so much better, it was a mechia.

A mechia is a Yiddish word that means ‘a great feeling, a relief’. An ice cold coca cola, especially in a little glass bottle, on a very hot day, the feel of the air conditioning turning on that same hot day, warm chicken noodle soup when you feel like crud, a mechia.

Since I work from home all day, not going anywhere that I need to dress for and I haven’t been running in the morning lately and packing in the afternoons and evenings, I have been taking showers at night, to wash off the dust and dirt from picking up, wrapping, packing and moving boxes. I wash my hands many times during the day, but until I get to take that shower, it always feels like there is a layer of grime, especially on my hands, eeeew.

And, since we’ve been having all this rain for the last, oh I don’t know, thousand days…it’s been cold, so when I got dressed, leggings, long sleeve jersey and fuzzy slipper socks (a mechia for the warm and fuzzies) what? It’s May! It’s been raining for over a week, we’ve had tropical depression warnings, flash flood warnings and hail war innings, what? On the other hand…no problems with my allergies, no sneezing, among other things, now, that…is a mechia!

For those of you who don’t know, Yiddish is a slang, cross between Hebrew and German. The cool thing about Yiddish is that no matter where you go, when you meet another Jewish person, whatever language they speak, you should be able to communicate, a bissle, or a little. It’s also what parents will use when they don’t want their kids to know what they are saying, kind of like when your parents spell because they don’t want you to know what they’re saying. That works until you can spell!

The last time I was in Boston with the family, I spelled something for MG’s ears and EJ decided to tell me what I spelled. I said I was doing that for MG. Oh…

I bet you know more Yiddish than you realize, you might say, “I have to schlep all this stuff” it means to drag things around, like on vacation, having to schlep around twelve guidebooks. Ever say or hear someone say “oh vey”, I bet you have! That’s Yiddish. A schmuck is someone you might refer to as a self made fool, but by definition, not a word to be used in polite company…it really refers to a male’s anatomy!

If you watch any Mel Brooks movie, you’re going to pick up something, it’s great when it’s so subtle!

Here are “40 Words You Should Know”, I beg you’ll be surprised!

The Yiddish Handbook: 40 Words You Should Know

I’m sitting bed, with two cats curled up around me, I’ve got warm blankets, my feet are off the floor and don’t have to go back there until tomorrow, now that is a mechia.

I just wrote 99% of a post, saved it, rebooted the iPad and its gone…that is one of the most frustrating things! I saved it to publish later because the iPad was giving me fits and I thought rebooting would help. I won’t be doing that again! I know about SESO (save early, save often) grrr…

I’m going to try to recreate perfection, ha ha, so please bear with me.

A good nights sleep is so important, I hope you get one, because I rarely get one and I know how good it feels.

A good nights sleep is up there with a good breakfast, important to good health and weight loss. I wasn’t always into eating breakfast, but lately, maybe because I’m exercising more, I wake up hungry. This morning, I had breakfast, not a great one, but I ate. Ok, so I heated up some veggie gyoza, well, there were veggies and I’m sure eggs in the “wrapping”.

Does that remind you at all, like me of Bill Cosby’s “Chocolate Cake”? If you’ve never watched it, here it is:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xsjr1_bill-cosby-chocolate-cake_shortfilms#.UYcri8u9KSN

So every morning, I start off with an omelet, and I have been getting creative, I believe I’ve given you some of my recipes. Keeps me going and I get some good protein to start my day.

As for the good nights sleep, I had a great one last night. I used to sleep like crazy when I was younger, my mom said when I was born I fell asleep, the nurses used to pinch my feet to get me to eat. I took long naps, slept through the night; I kind of ruined it for my parents and their friends, thinking, oh wow, she sleeps through the night, we can do this! Nope!

I used to sleep late on the weekends and in high school, my dad would come down the hall to turn off my alarm! I was lucky to put on clothes and brush my teeth before he left without me to go to school! In college, I slept under the fire alarm, they used to have to come and drag me out of bed, never heard it.

Even as I got older, I loved to sleep, I would stay up late,then catch up on the weekends. I’m not sure what happened, but when the wasband left, I stopped sleeping almost altogether, not giving him credit for anything, but since then, I don’t think I’ve slept more than 4-5 hours a night, 6 if I’m really lucky. But you know what, it’s ok. I sleep as much as my body needs and when I am really tired, I catch up, every once in a while, there’s a nap in my future and then I get going on little to no sleep until I’m ready again. That could be part of the reason I blog close to midnight, I’m wide awake! I know that when the sun goes down, I wake up! My brain seems to turn on full speed at that point, what about you?

That’s why I watch a lot of movies, read a lot of books, get a lot of writing done and craft a lot, all “after hours”!

I realized that while I’m packing, if I start off early in the morning, I can go all day, but on the days I work, I can’t seem to get motivated to pack until after the sun goes down, what is all that about?

Well, last night, I got some much needed wiped out, dog arsed tired sleep! After TS and KS left last night, I laid down on the couch to watch Iron Man 2, not a clue how far I got, but I think I knew that was going to happen and when I woke up this morning, it was with a remote control in my backside, but I felt great, refreshed and ready to go, that couch is something.

I know how important a good nights rest is, I try, but it just doesn’t always work out for me and I think I have figured out that my body knows what’s best for me and when I need rest, I will get it. I do know that when I was in Colorado a few weeks go, I was a little more tired in general and when I was there a few years ago, I never napped so well…who knows, maybe this move is just what my body needs! I’ll keep you posted!

I so appreciate you reading my blog every day, it means so much to me.

Apparently, I’ve always been a good writer or story teller, I just didn’t like to write as a kid. I didn’t like reading the books that were assigned in school, but I devoured books. The first time I babysat my sister, my payment was to go to the bookstore and pick out any book I wanted, there began my love of Nancy Drew, not to mention reading.

I was reading things at a higher level than my grade for a long time, my parents were very involved in my education, both being teachers and very encouraging when it came to broadening my horizons. Please don’t get me wrong, my parents had to put up with a lot when it came to me and school, lets just say, I wasn’t a huge fan of school or that stuff they sent home every night, I’m, what’s it called? Some day, I might share the joys that I put them through.

I loved to tell stories, especially to babies, it’s so much fun using funny voices to tell them stories, I do it every chance I get. One of my most fond memories is when I met JT, CGS’s first, the Bar Mitzvah I just went to, when I first met him, I told him a story of the sea and Jacques Cousteau and I did all the voices, it was great.

My book reports in school were good, always got good grades on those, but I really started to excel in my writing in college. I remember a few papers I wrote that my professor loved. The first was a description of my grandmother’s house, I did such a good job, she wanted to visit. The next paper I did that I still have and am quite proud of, and maybe I’ll repost it here some time was to compare Homer’s Odyssey with the Wizard of Oz, my favorite movie. I’m not a big fan of Greek mythology, but I had a great time comparing the two and writing the paper.

I had friends growing up, (yes, I had friends, ha ha) who had to write stories, paragraphs, I am so l I never had to do that, thank you mom and dad!

My dad asked why I blog every day, aside from it being something I wanted to do for a year, it was something I thought I might enjoy and I have to tell you, I have enjoyed it. In some ways it’s creative and in some it’s an outlet. I love that I am able to auto post to Facebook and twitter, it allows some people to see it every day. When I hear friends say its like sitting across the table from me every day,they know what’s going on in my life and that to me is great!

There are some days I have no idea what to write until I start typing and some days not even then! Other days, I have at least 4-5 different things I think about to write and why do I wait until 10, 11:00, midnight even? I have no idea! But they say it takes 21 days to form a habit and here we are, after midnight, I must have formed that habit.

I am also getting inspired to finish my book I can’t wait, I think it’s going to be good, but then I am slightly biased. I’ve also been thinking about other things I’d like to write about, other books, but I’m not telling.

One of the reasons I wanted an iPad was so that I could have something light to keeps with me so I could write whenever and I have. It’s also been great when I teach a class,I have the documents right there and I don’t need a big training manual.

So, in conclusion, this was a very long winded and rambling post and I want to say again, thank you for reading my blog every (or almost) day.

If I have moved on and it’s in the past, why can’t you?

Before I go into my daily musing, I did go to the orthopedist for my knee. (I am filing a workers comp claim for my wrist, it’s a lot harder to go to see someone when there is a claim to file, but I am hoping to see the same ortho, really good guy, but I am taking care of it JR). He said everything looks good, I didn’t tear my meniscus, which is great, reflexes are good, flexibility is good, it seems that the uneven ground during the races is just aggravating it. Even as he was checking things, he was watching my eyes to show signs if pain, nothing. It was hard to tell him about the pain when I’m not in any (no CKM, I didn’t have to run downhill in the mud to tear up my knee just so I could describe the pain!).

He gave me some good exercises I could do to strengthen my legs, knees, hamstrings, so I will try those and hopefully they will help. He said he didn’t want to send me for PT, since it wasn’t a constant issue. He also prescribed something topical that I should use when the pain is bad. I’m not sure I won’t be able to sit cross legged while I work, I said I would try.

I told him about getting my knee wrapped with Rock Tape, so he sent me to the PT office down the street, thinking they could wrap my knee and also tell me what to get and how to apply it properly so as to not do any damage. And here comes my musing for the day.

When I get to the PT office, I am talking to a receptionist, waiting to talk to a therapist and a woman stands really close, remember that post about personal space? I turn towards her and just as the receptionist says “Personal space, J” I realize its one of my former neighbors, we hug, exchange pleasantries and then she asks…”Are you still with (insert wasband’s name)?” really?!? I said “No, we’ve been divorced almost 5 years”, “oh that’s right” huh?

The year after we split, I ran into her around Christmas and she asks me about him, I said we were divorced, and he had married the woman “he fell on top of”, that was 3 years ago! You’re going to ask me about him now? I didn’t forget that you got divorced, didn’t know how long, but I knew you were divorced. She then looked embarrassed and didn’t know where to go from there, so asked about her kids.

A few months ago, I ran into a neighbor, very sweet and I think well intentioned, but with no filter. It’s been almost FIVE years, yes, five years and I think I’ve adjusted quite well, but every time we see each other, she wants to talk about my ex and his wife, as if it were yesterday. She felt that she had been wronged in the deal as well, she was friends with the woman and their kids played together, that’s great, but I have moved on, I don’t want to talk about what you had suspected, how you felt you were tricked and deceived and how you act towards them when you see them now.

When we run into each other, ask me how I am, ask me about my life, don’t ask me about my past. I don’t think there is anyone who knows me who doesn’t know I’m no longer married, I am thriving, have amazing family and friends to talk about and brag on, I’m in a great relationship, I’m move to Colorado!! and I have a lot to talk about, if you want to know, let’s talk about what I’m doing today, lets talk about the future, lets talk about what we’re having for dinner, but please, leave the past where it is, that’s why it’s called the past.

Thanks for listening, I think I’m done, well for tonight anyway!