I tried

I tried the lake too. It just doesn't work. Beach withdrawal in full force.

That's it. I'm finding a vacation this week.

Good birthday present for the manfolk.

Beach withdrawal

Saw this as a friend's Facebook status today and couldn't help but feel for her: "Person I'm Not Going To Name is so deep into beach withdrawal I hug my TV every time the Corona commercial comes"

I am suffering from beach withdrawal. We have been trying to supplement it with pool time but it is just not quite doing it for me. We had a laundry incident so the man is currently looking to replace his passport. I am doing my part by frantically searching for all inclusive beach deals online that we can take advantage of once the new one arrives and my scuba certification is complete.

The Bucket List

The ever growing Bucket List. I have checked off some this year and that feels AWESOME.

Here they are in no particular order:
1. Get a new tattoo. (Technically crossed this one off in March. Now I want another)
2. Go skydiving
3. Learn to speak passable Spanish (this one keeps starting and stalling)
4. Learn to drive a motorcycle (I've ridden but never driven)
5. Get scuba certified (Starting this process today - that's how this whole 'blog the list' idea came up)
6. Go to French Polynesia/Bora Bora
7. Be on the Kiss Cam at a major league sporting event
8. Walk (and/or have sex on) a black sand beach


Confession - I keep a running list stored in my phone. Just in case something comes up that I need to add immediately or I get that bored and need something to do.

Odd Memories

Yesterday I would have been married nine years. Weird.

I'll preface it with ... I have done more for my self and am infinitely happier since I got out. Anyone who really knows me can attest to that fact.

But it is still weird to think about. It wasn't all bad, there are a lot of happy memories and a few adventures there. Family and relationships built that are no longer part of my life because of my decision to leave. But I am better for it now.

I don't regret leaving at all.

As a sidenote - I even kick myself sometimes for not doing it sooner.

I ask my mom sometimes why she waited so long to leave my dad. Even I could tell she was unhappy and I was a kid. They split when I was 17. She always says that she stayed for us kids. I don't have that excuse and it still took me a good amount of time to get out. It was difficult and probably the worst thing I have been through in my life - and I just can't imagine how much more difficult it would have been with kids.

I have begun a new life and found happiness with myself (and surprisingly to me another person) that I never had or imagined.

Happy to look forward, but everyone has those moments where the odd memories creep up.

Ever have one of those days...

where you are so busy you forget to pee?

Seriously. Sometimes I look at the clock and go "Holy crap. I've been staring at this stupid monitor for 4 hours and haven't moved and I think my bladder may explode"

Not good.