We've gone International ! I received a comment from Linda in Canada, letting me know that she reads and likes my blog. THANK YOU LINDA. It is GREAT to hear from you, and I am so happy you are enjoying reading my blog. It is really fun to know that someone outside of my circle is reading this. HOORAY. TELL YOUR FRIENDS !
Weekend best wishes,
Domini
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Identity & Underwear Theft
It seems as though there are a few too many bloggers using the title "Dom's life" in some way, shape or form. Of course when you put Dom's-life in google search, using the hyphen, mine comes up first...... but I was surprised to see how many others there were. So with that in mind, I am thinking of changing then name of my blog.
What comes to mind initially is Widow Speak ( kind of a play on words for widow's peak) but I don't know. Any thoughts ? Please chime in with your name suggestions.
It's been a long time since I have blogged, because I have once again been accused of "sharing too much" and told to just "keep things to myself" from various and sundry people..... okay, mostly from my mom and she doesn't even read my blog, but somehow every time I type I hear her voice in my head ! How is it that my own kids don't listen to a damn thing I say, but I, at almost 50-years-old, still hear my mother's voice in my head telling me what to do... and I listen ! CRAZY.
Let's see, what is there to share. Oh, I know, there was a BONFIRE ! No it was not a "before the big game" bonfire where everyone is wrapped in blankets and drinking out of a flask, cheering for their team. It was not a romantic evening on the beach bonfire. It was not even a burn day, as far as I know. What it was is a ritualistic burning of Mr. Blind's underwear, and no, I didn't do it in a fit of rage. I didn't do it at all, though it would be a really good revenge tactic. The firebug, who is definitely NOT on Smokey the Bear's friends list right now, was my son.
It all started because we, ( my son and myself ) got in an argument about underwear. You would think I would know better after all of these years than to get in arguments with my childen, but old habits are hard to break. You would also think that when he comes here, unannounced, for the weekend, he would know to
bring the same number of underpants as the number of days he is staying. It's not rocket science. One clean pair a day should do it. Instead it is the incredulous voice asking me why, even though he doesn't live here anymore, I don't have clean underwear for him in his drawers for when he comes home. What kind of mother am I that I don't have a shrine erected in his room, complete with every convenience item he may need ? And like an idiot I feel badly and go to the store to get underwear for him ! And like an idot I get the wrong size ( clearly the store should NOT put children's underwear in the grown up section without labeling it as such), and that causes a whole other round of shouting. Back to the store I go, but while I am gone my son decides to go through my drawers, I guess looking for his father's underwear to put on. Mind you, my husband has been dead for a year and a half. I do not still have his underwear in the drawers, because I, as previously noted, do not keep an underwear shrine in my house to those not in attendance ! AHHHH, but he did find men's underwear in the drawer....the underwear of Mr. Blind !
Let me tell you, my son TOTALLY FLIPPED OUT and when I got home from my second round of shopping, this time with the correct size and style of boxers firmly in my grip, there was a fire in the BBQ and the delightful smell of clothing burning. He was very eager to show me that he had taken the underwear, socks and sleep shirts out of the drawer in my room, and they were now ashes.
How is one supposed to react when they see their child, with a manic look in his eye and a cheshire cat smile on his face, standing over a bbq cooking one's boyfriend's clothing ?
I can totally understand that he was shocked to find the undergarments in my house, as he is not aware that Mr. Blind stays here overnight sometimes, but the reaction is a bit severe and in fact, quite crazy. I was so astounded that he would do something like that, I just couldn't wrap my head around it. And it's not because he doesn't like Mr. Blind because he has only met him once and refused to speak to him. My son just doesn't like the idea that I am dating ANYONE at all. I burst into tears and left the house to the firebug. I couldn't even yell at him I was so astounded.
Where did I go ? To Mr. Blind's but I couldn't tell him what my son had done, because that would hurt him too badly and because I didn't really know how to explain it. However, the next day when Mr. Blind came over and none of his clothes were there, I did have to tell him that they got destroyed. The look on his face was so forlorn and incredulous. He was actually speechless until the next day when he said that he really had to think about things and see if he could continue with this relationship.
Quite frankly, if it were me, I would have dumped me right then. No one should have to go through what my son did to him. I wouldn't have blamed him if he walked away and found some lucky, lucky woman who chose not to reproduce. I was wishing I was from a species who ate their young.
Astonishingly, he decided to stick around and we have been together every day ever since. It is getting kind of serious. Somehow I have to figure out a way to get my kids on board with this idea of me dating just one person.......... any thoughts on this would be appreciated as well. It's never easy, is it ?
What comes to mind initially is Widow Speak ( kind of a play on words for widow's peak) but I don't know. Any thoughts ? Please chime in with your name suggestions.
It's been a long time since I have blogged, because I have once again been accused of "sharing too much" and told to just "keep things to myself" from various and sundry people..... okay, mostly from my mom and she doesn't even read my blog, but somehow every time I type I hear her voice in my head ! How is it that my own kids don't listen to a damn thing I say, but I, at almost 50-years-old, still hear my mother's voice in my head telling me what to do... and I listen ! CRAZY.
Let's see, what is there to share. Oh, I know, there was a BONFIRE ! No it was not a "before the big game" bonfire where everyone is wrapped in blankets and drinking out of a flask, cheering for their team. It was not a romantic evening on the beach bonfire. It was not even a burn day, as far as I know. What it was is a ritualistic burning of Mr. Blind's underwear, and no, I didn't do it in a fit of rage. I didn't do it at all, though it would be a really good revenge tactic. The firebug, who is definitely NOT on Smokey the Bear's friends list right now, was my son.
It all started because we, ( my son and myself ) got in an argument about underwear. You would think I would know better after all of these years than to get in arguments with my childen, but old habits are hard to break. You would also think that when he comes here, unannounced, for the weekend, he would know to
bring the same number of underpants as the number of days he is staying. It's not rocket science. One clean pair a day should do it. Instead it is the incredulous voice asking me why, even though he doesn't live here anymore, I don't have clean underwear for him in his drawers for when he comes home. What kind of mother am I that I don't have a shrine erected in his room, complete with every convenience item he may need ? And like an idiot I feel badly and go to the store to get underwear for him ! And like an idot I get the wrong size ( clearly the store should NOT put children's underwear in the grown up section without labeling it as such), and that causes a whole other round of shouting. Back to the store I go, but while I am gone my son decides to go through my drawers, I guess looking for his father's underwear to put on. Mind you, my husband has been dead for a year and a half. I do not still have his underwear in the drawers, because I, as previously noted, do not keep an underwear shrine in my house to those not in attendance ! AHHHH, but he did find men's underwear in the drawer....the underwear of Mr. Blind !
Let me tell you, my son TOTALLY FLIPPED OUT and when I got home from my second round of shopping, this time with the correct size and style of boxers firmly in my grip, there was a fire in the BBQ and the delightful smell of clothing burning. He was very eager to show me that he had taken the underwear, socks and sleep shirts out of the drawer in my room, and they were now ashes.
How is one supposed to react when they see their child, with a manic look in his eye and a cheshire cat smile on his face, standing over a bbq cooking one's boyfriend's clothing ?
I can totally understand that he was shocked to find the undergarments in my house, as he is not aware that Mr. Blind stays here overnight sometimes, but the reaction is a bit severe and in fact, quite crazy. I was so astounded that he would do something like that, I just couldn't wrap my head around it. And it's not because he doesn't like Mr. Blind because he has only met him once and refused to speak to him. My son just doesn't like the idea that I am dating ANYONE at all. I burst into tears and left the house to the firebug. I couldn't even yell at him I was so astounded.
Where did I go ? To Mr. Blind's but I couldn't tell him what my son had done, because that would hurt him too badly and because I didn't really know how to explain it. However, the next day when Mr. Blind came over and none of his clothes were there, I did have to tell him that they got destroyed. The look on his face was so forlorn and incredulous. He was actually speechless until the next day when he said that he really had to think about things and see if he could continue with this relationship.
Quite frankly, if it were me, I would have dumped me right then. No one should have to go through what my son did to him. I wouldn't have blamed him if he walked away and found some lucky, lucky woman who chose not to reproduce. I was wishing I was from a species who ate their young.
Astonishingly, he decided to stick around and we have been together every day ever since. It is getting kind of serious. Somehow I have to figure out a way to get my kids on board with this idea of me dating just one person.......... any thoughts on this would be appreciated as well. It's never easy, is it ?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
A weekend away !
I walked by a truck parked across the street from my house yesterday and it had a sign on it advertising it's assorted "handyman" services, everything from "Computer Repair" to "Plumbing" and "Pest Erradication." If there had been anyone in the driver's seat I think I would have gone up to them and proposed marriage. ( man or woman, it's legal now in California !). I mean, seriously, I could have a mate who can fix my computer, fix my plumbing and get rid of rats !!!! What more could I ask for..... anything else I could find or pay for on my own.
Now on to the topic of the day - a weekend away. Mr. Blind and I have been dating for five months now, and I think it is time we spent the weekend together. I suggested this to Mr. Blind a few weeks ago, but he didn't seem too excited about it.
He told me it was because he had to see his ex-wife in court this Friday and would probably be in a really bad mood, which I understand, but what better way to either celebrate a court victory or to lick your wounds than a weekend away with me !
Today I decided that I needed a break, and was going away with or without him. I have been totally stressing out lately because of money problems, job problems, kid problems, etc. and finally cracked and screamed at some lady in the fairgrounds parking lot yesterday morning. Okay, she deserved it because she made a smart ass comment to me, but I really shouldn't have ripped her a new a**hole. It wasn't very ladylike of me. When something like that happens it usually means I have had too much coffee or I am totally stressed, and I hadn't had any coffee yet that day -- BREAK TIME !~ Today I called a beautiful hotel overlooking the Sonoma coast and hooray, they had a cancellation and had one room available for the weekend. I booked it. I had to. It was obviously meant to be ! I texted Mr. Blind and told him I had booked the room and that I hoped he would join me, but even if he didn't join me, I was going by myself to be by the ocean and get my head together. He said he will join me for one day, but probably not two because he may have to work. Is that like the safety call ? Does saying you "might have to work" give you an excuse to get away if you don't like spending 24hours in a row with someone ? It will be interesting to see what happens ! I will be happy with whatever because I wil be near the ocean, which always makes me feel rejuvenated. And the room is on a cliff, so if things get really bad, I could jump ! I am an awesome swimmer !
My question is, why the hesitation ? We spend an awful lot of time together, either at his house or mine. We haven't spent a whole weekend together yet because my kids are always showing up, so I thought the idea of a weekend away without the possibility of the kids dropping by would be ideal. Is it too soon in the relationship? Is there some dating timeline that I don't know about ? Is this something that you're not supposed to do until the 6 month mark or later ?
If you know something I don't know, do tell !
Now on to the topic of the day - a weekend away. Mr. Blind and I have been dating for five months now, and I think it is time we spent the weekend together. I suggested this to Mr. Blind a few weeks ago, but he didn't seem too excited about it.
He told me it was because he had to see his ex-wife in court this Friday and would probably be in a really bad mood, which I understand, but what better way to either celebrate a court victory or to lick your wounds than a weekend away with me !
Today I decided that I needed a break, and was going away with or without him. I have been totally stressing out lately because of money problems, job problems, kid problems, etc. and finally cracked and screamed at some lady in the fairgrounds parking lot yesterday morning. Okay, she deserved it because she made a smart ass comment to me, but I really shouldn't have ripped her a new a**hole. It wasn't very ladylike of me. When something like that happens it usually means I have had too much coffee or I am totally stressed, and I hadn't had any coffee yet that day -- BREAK TIME !~ Today I called a beautiful hotel overlooking the Sonoma coast and hooray, they had a cancellation and had one room available for the weekend. I booked it. I had to. It was obviously meant to be ! I texted Mr. Blind and told him I had booked the room and that I hoped he would join me, but even if he didn't join me, I was going by myself to be by the ocean and get my head together. He said he will join me for one day, but probably not two because he may have to work. Is that like the safety call ? Does saying you "might have to work" give you an excuse to get away if you don't like spending 24hours in a row with someone ? It will be interesting to see what happens ! I will be happy with whatever because I wil be near the ocean, which always makes me feel rejuvenated. And the room is on a cliff, so if things get really bad, I could jump ! I am an awesome swimmer !
My question is, why the hesitation ? We spend an awful lot of time together, either at his house or mine. We haven't spent a whole weekend together yet because my kids are always showing up, so I thought the idea of a weekend away without the possibility of the kids dropping by would be ideal. Is it too soon in the relationship? Is there some dating timeline that I don't know about ? Is this something that you're not supposed to do until the 6 month mark or later ?
If you know something I don't know, do tell !
Monday, August 2, 2010
A drawer in his house ?
While Mr. Blind has had a drawer in my house for quite some time now, I haven't felt comfortable leaving anything at his apartment..... nor has he suggested that I leave anything there except a toothbrush that was his from the dentist to begin with.
We were having a bit of a conversation last week because my kids were sticking their noses in my business a little too much again, and insisting I make a choice between them and Mr. Blind. Of course the kids come first, but I have no intention of making a choice between them. I listened to what my kids had to say, and then tried to explain my feelings/decisions to Mr. Blind. Those decisions included not being with him when my children come to visit. The problem is that even though I have rented them a beautiful apartment in the city, they constantly drop by home and decide, on the spur of the moment, to stay a day, two days, or even a week. If I am going to abide by their wishes I have to cancel plans with Mr. Blind whenever they drop by. I realize this is not fair to Mr. Blind, nor is it fair to me, but these kids have lost their father and now they are feeling like they are losing their mother. It is a really tough circumstance, which they are playing to the hilt!
Mr. Blind is concerned my kids are going to resent him....... OF COURSE THEY ARE ! He is the first person their mother has dated after their father's death. How could they not resent him ? I tried to consider everyone's feelings and told Mr. Blind that I would listen to how my kids felt and would abide by their wishes part of the time, but if I was going to let anyone screw up the relationship between Mr. Blind and me, it would be me ( or him), not my kids. He agreed to stick it out and see what happened.
So imagine my surprise last weekend when I did agree to a sleep over, only to find that he had used my toothbrush to clean his electronic gear. I guess he figured I wasn't sleeping over anymore, so he could put my toothbrush to better use. It really ticked me off, and it embarrassed him when I, ummmmm, shall we say "commented" on it !
Next thing I know he is finding me a new toothbrush, and suggesting that I leave pajamas at his apartment so that I feel more at home there. Only problem is he doesn't have an extra drawer, so I left my pajamas on the top of his dresser. If his landlord comes in, he's gonna think Mr. Blind is a cross dresser ! Ha Ha Ha.
We were having a bit of a conversation last week because my kids were sticking their noses in my business a little too much again, and insisting I make a choice between them and Mr. Blind. Of course the kids come first, but I have no intention of making a choice between them. I listened to what my kids had to say, and then tried to explain my feelings/decisions to Mr. Blind. Those decisions included not being with him when my children come to visit. The problem is that even though I have rented them a beautiful apartment in the city, they constantly drop by home and decide, on the spur of the moment, to stay a day, two days, or even a week. If I am going to abide by their wishes I have to cancel plans with Mr. Blind whenever they drop by. I realize this is not fair to Mr. Blind, nor is it fair to me, but these kids have lost their father and now they are feeling like they are losing their mother. It is a really tough circumstance, which they are playing to the hilt!
Mr. Blind is concerned my kids are going to resent him....... OF COURSE THEY ARE ! He is the first person their mother has dated after their father's death. How could they not resent him ? I tried to consider everyone's feelings and told Mr. Blind that I would listen to how my kids felt and would abide by their wishes part of the time, but if I was going to let anyone screw up the relationship between Mr. Blind and me, it would be me ( or him), not my kids. He agreed to stick it out and see what happened.
So imagine my surprise last weekend when I did agree to a sleep over, only to find that he had used my toothbrush to clean his electronic gear. I guess he figured I wasn't sleeping over anymore, so he could put my toothbrush to better use. It really ticked me off, and it embarrassed him when I, ummmmm, shall we say "commented" on it !
Next thing I know he is finding me a new toothbrush, and suggesting that I leave pajamas at his apartment so that I feel more at home there. Only problem is he doesn't have an extra drawer, so I left my pajamas on the top of his dresser. If his landlord comes in, he's gonna think Mr. Blind is a cross dresser ! Ha Ha Ha.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Does this smell like chloroform?
I was reading an article today, "28 sexy things to try in bed" from Redbook magazine, and was honestly very surprised at how mundane and seemingly obvious the sexy things were. It suggested things like sleeping in the buff, getting sexy underwear, playing dress up, and going out on a date. Um, old news. Doesn't everybody already know about this stuff ? Okay, granted, I did not know there was a website where you could get a Swarovski crystal stick-on tattoo for "down there " ( ouch !), but everything else was pretty boring. For this I spent $3.99 ?
One of the tips was being well groomed. Do people think it's okay to NOT be well groomed ? Is that one of the first things that goes ? Grooming tips are easy. 1) Deodorant and shampoo are your friends. 2) Nose hairs are NOT a good thing. 3) No one, man or woman, over 40-years-old show have a ponytail. 4) Moisturize ! This goes for men and women. Scaly skin is a turn off.
5) women, I don't care how "green" you are, razors are your friends. Leg hair and underarm hair are NOT sexy. Yes, I believe in evolution but nobody wants to f### a monkey !
You would think all of this would be obvious, but I guess not since magazines are still writing articles about it and people ( like me ) are still suckered into buying the magazine !
Maybe they should write articles about the top 28 pick up lines instead. My favorite ..... a man holds a napkin/handkerchief up to a woman's face and says "does this smell like chloroform?" Okay, it's funny because if someone holds something up to your face, and asks you to smell it, you usually do. It is almost an instinctual reaction. You sniff without even realizing it. Besides, it's hilarious ! How desperate do you have to be to actually chloroform your date ?
Which leads us to relationship advice. 1) Don't really chloroform your date, or slip drugs in her drink, etc. That's not funny. The rest of my advice is what I need to listen to myself.......2) pay attention when your partner speaks and try to remember what he says. It is important to anyone to feel valued and listened to. 3) Don't let your kids get in the way of your relationship! Don't let it get to a point where it is him/her or the kids. There will be nothing but regret and resentfulness no matter what you choose.
One of the tips was being well groomed. Do people think it's okay to NOT be well groomed ? Is that one of the first things that goes ? Grooming tips are easy. 1) Deodorant and shampoo are your friends. 2) Nose hairs are NOT a good thing. 3) No one, man or woman, over 40-years-old show have a ponytail. 4) Moisturize ! This goes for men and women. Scaly skin is a turn off.
5) women, I don't care how "green" you are, razors are your friends. Leg hair and underarm hair are NOT sexy. Yes, I believe in evolution but nobody wants to f### a monkey !
You would think all of this would be obvious, but I guess not since magazines are still writing articles about it and people ( like me ) are still suckered into buying the magazine !
Maybe they should write articles about the top 28 pick up lines instead. My favorite ..... a man holds a napkin/handkerchief up to a woman's face and says "does this smell like chloroform?" Okay, it's funny because if someone holds something up to your face, and asks you to smell it, you usually do. It is almost an instinctual reaction. You sniff without even realizing it. Besides, it's hilarious ! How desperate do you have to be to actually chloroform your date ?
Which leads us to relationship advice. 1) Don't really chloroform your date, or slip drugs in her drink, etc. That's not funny. The rest of my advice is what I need to listen to myself.......2) pay attention when your partner speaks and try to remember what he says. It is important to anyone to feel valued and listened to. 3) Don't let your kids get in the way of your relationship! Don't let it get to a point where it is him/her or the kids. There will be nothing but regret and resentfulness no matter what you choose.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Starting a new life, one step at a time !
I just got back from my first job interview in over 20 years. This is all part of the reinventing process that I think I need. Was the interview successful ? I doubt it. I have the sales skills needed. I have the industry knowledge. I have written press releases for events and activities 'til I was blue in the face. Do I have any of them still ? Hell no. That was years ago. Who knew I'd ever need those things again ! Writing is a skill like riding a bike. Even if you don't do it for a few years, you still know If I had an iphone I could twitter like a frickin' bird. But that's not the type of thing someone wants to hear in an interview. They want me to show them an ecommerce page I have designed and to show them how much e-tracking I did and how much e-sales. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ! I am trying to be hip and now, but I am afraid I am behind the times! I was supposed to be preparing for retirement at this stage of my life, once college was all paid for. Now I am looking at at least 25 more years of work, and I don't know how to twitter. I'm a veritable dinosaur !
So while I'm inhaling a bag of tortilla chips.... my "go to food" for battling depression and frustration...... Mr. Blind texts to ask me how the interview went. Good thing he didn't telephone, because if he heard the crunching he would know I was putting myself into a chip coma. I told him I looked nice, but I didn't think I was what they were looking for in the job.
His response, "Well I'm sure if they have anything better suited they'll give you a call."
It's the absolute perfect response. Kind without being condescending. Ego bolstering but understanding at the same time. How can someone who says he suffers from depression be so wonderful at being positive and at making others feel good about themselves ? And where do I get a prescription !
So while I'm inhaling a bag of tortilla chips.... my "go to food" for battling depression and frustration...... Mr. Blind texts to ask me how the interview went. Good thing he didn't telephone, because if he heard the crunching he would know I was putting myself into a chip coma. I told him I looked nice, but I didn't think I was what they were looking for in the job.
His response, "Well I'm sure if they have anything better suited they'll give you a call."
It's the absolute perfect response. Kind without being condescending. Ego bolstering but understanding at the same time. How can someone who says he suffers from depression be so wonderful at being positive and at making others feel good about themselves ? And where do I get a prescription !
Friday, July 16, 2010
Rescue me
Do men ever feel like they just want someone to rescue them ? I wonder.
I know when I get totally stressed, or my finances and/or client list looks bleak, I find myself dreaming of having someone ride up in a white Ferrari and rescue me. What would a rescue consist of ? I wouldn't ask for much..... money would be nice, and a fabulous vacation would be really nice. Then perhaps a life in a beautiful farmhouse with lots of land, very few animals to take care of, and lots of room and funding to throw beautiful parties for all of our friends.
I just wonder if men hope for a rich, beautiful woman to dash in to their lives and rescue them from their daily existence and worries. You never hear of the princess riding up on the white horse to rescue the handsome prince.
My thoughts lately have been on how I want to spend the second half of my life.
I do have some friends ( and family ) who are still suggesting that I find someone wealthy who will take care of me -- okay, where is the store where you go to pick up wealthy men ? I am sure it's not as easy as they think it is, or every bimbo would be shopping there.
I would rather have everything I ever wanted because I earned it, but have I set my life up for that ? When I was a magazine editor I loved my life. I loved being on deadline. I loved interviewing people and writing articles. I loved having a staff and always having something to accomplish. It was a terrific job, but the long hours spent at the office when the deadlines hit were not suited to raising young children. So, the decision was made that I would work in sales in a smaller company and set my own hours, so that I could be with the kids. This worked beautifully because I was able to have a job and go to all the kid stuff, and it worked when Todd was sick as well because I could make it to most of his doctor's appointments...... but now there is no one needing me. There i s just me, sitting at the kitchen table with my telephone and my computer, talking to clients and trying to convince them to buy printing. I don't think it is enough to mentally sustain me for the next 25 years. Not to mention the lovely invention called Kindle, which is killing the book printing industry !
What do I do with this new found self knowledge ? How do I embark on a new career when I am nearly fifty years old, and when the job market is the worst it has been since the depression?
Is it like sales where it is a numbers game, and every day I when I am done sending out the bulk mailing fishing for perspective customers, I should send out ten resumes as well ?
The deal was that I would put my magazine career on hold, work in a setting that was better for raising a family, and now, with only two more years of college to pay for, my husband and I would be planning vacations, going out to dinner, and enjoying our lives together as empty nesters. Instead I am here alone, not knowing what tomorrow will bring, but knowing that I will have to work for at least another twenty years before I retire. It is a very rude awakening. This princess is going to have to open her eyes and figure out a way to rescue herself.
I know when I get totally stressed, or my finances and/or client list looks bleak, I find myself dreaming of having someone ride up in a white Ferrari and rescue me. What would a rescue consist of ? I wouldn't ask for much..... money would be nice, and a fabulous vacation would be really nice. Then perhaps a life in a beautiful farmhouse with lots of land, very few animals to take care of, and lots of room and funding to throw beautiful parties for all of our friends.
I just wonder if men hope for a rich, beautiful woman to dash in to their lives and rescue them from their daily existence and worries. You never hear of the princess riding up on the white horse to rescue the handsome prince.
My thoughts lately have been on how I want to spend the second half of my life.
I do have some friends ( and family ) who are still suggesting that I find someone wealthy who will take care of me -- okay, where is the store where you go to pick up wealthy men ? I am sure it's not as easy as they think it is, or every bimbo would be shopping there.
I would rather have everything I ever wanted because I earned it, but have I set my life up for that ? When I was a magazine editor I loved my life. I loved being on deadline. I loved interviewing people and writing articles. I loved having a staff and always having something to accomplish. It was a terrific job, but the long hours spent at the office when the deadlines hit were not suited to raising young children. So, the decision was made that I would work in sales in a smaller company and set my own hours, so that I could be with the kids. This worked beautifully because I was able to have a job and go to all the kid stuff, and it worked when Todd was sick as well because I could make it to most of his doctor's appointments...... but now there is no one needing me. There i s just me, sitting at the kitchen table with my telephone and my computer, talking to clients and trying to convince them to buy printing. I don't think it is enough to mentally sustain me for the next 25 years. Not to mention the lovely invention called Kindle, which is killing the book printing industry !
What do I do with this new found self knowledge ? How do I embark on a new career when I am nearly fifty years old, and when the job market is the worst it has been since the depression?
Is it like sales where it is a numbers game, and every day I when I am done sending out the bulk mailing fishing for perspective customers, I should send out ten resumes as well ?
The deal was that I would put my magazine career on hold, work in a setting that was better for raising a family, and now, with only two more years of college to pay for, my husband and I would be planning vacations, going out to dinner, and enjoying our lives together as empty nesters. Instead I am here alone, not knowing what tomorrow will bring, but knowing that I will have to work for at least another twenty years before I retire. It is a very rude awakening. This princess is going to have to open her eyes and figure out a way to rescue herself.
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