The Bitch Is Back

Ah, good ole Elton John. One has to wonder exactly whom he was referring to; himself, perhaps?

I digress as usual; my little hiatus hasn't done one thing to improve my thinking/writing ability. Still very....Joycian. Yeah, that's it. Did I just make up a word? I think I must've.

The silly intro means that yours truly....Eliza Dolittle, Queen of Ghosts, Circe, Hecate or whichever of my old blog names I want to use is back in the blogging business. I did toy with the idea of just starting a whole new blog and only telling a few select readers, but...wtf? The joy of the internet is the random flaming, being Googled, and having very interesting conversations with people. What can I say? I'm a sucker for the abuse!

I'm in an exceptionally fine mood today, listing to Michael Buble's "It's Time" cd. Which is awesome. Really. But only if you like the old standards.

Days like today I really do feel like anything is possible - that I can be anyone I want, I can do anything I want, and nothing in the world has the power to stop me! I am woman, hear me roar! Really, am quite delighted with the world today.

Things that have happened during my hiatus:

1. Ditched the married last name. The price of being "nice" to one's ex husband during the divorce proceedings and offering him an emotional panacea - $500. And an irritating morning driving around downtown and sprinting past the panhandlers and other fine specimens of humanity that lurk outside the Fulton County Courthouse.

2. Ah, remember the promotion I was yakking about? I have been so busy (i.e. not paying attention) since November that I never actually looked at my information in the system. So when I took the paperwork for the name change to the nice HR lady, she said "hey, this shows you are still married, you'd better go and look at that". So....shit! It had my old salary. So I'm owed back pay, and the difference in my annual bonus, which I should get all in a lump sum (hopefully in the next check - so I can pay my amex).

3. Maddy spent her first night ever in the big girl bed (i.e. mommy's) and slept the whole night through! She's fourteen weeks now, and the sweetest thing ever. Blessedly, Zoe could care less that Maddy is an attention hog.

Wow...is that all I have to say about the last few weeks? LG and JB are all excited and ready for their trip to ye olde home country in a few weeks. JB will never be the same again - and remember, Irish men are a NO NO (no offense, lads).

Oh, yes. Broke off all ties with the ex. Felt a bit of a bitch (initially I typed bitch of a bitch which is way funny) with the way I went about it but it was also necessary to send a message. Which basically was "hey, I think you are taking advantage of my niceness, and you're an ass for doing so. Here's your money, call the phone company, you don't have a bank account anymore, (my personal fave) and since I'm at the bottom of your priority list, you are at the bottom of my nice list". Surprisingly, after he got over his anger (I did close our joint account without telling him, and I should've said something. Ooops), he's called me today to say that I was right, he was kinda sorta punishing me, and that he would take a half day off this job he's doing this week and come over and get the show on the road. Good.

I was just all shades of livid last week. Nothing seemed to work out as I'd planned. The dogs, the random ass smell in my house whose source I cannot determine. Gotta go in the crawl, and in the attic, I suppose. You could have sneezed in China, and I think I would have gotten mad. I'm finally getting what I suppose is the big life lesson I should've learnt in my twenties - in the end, you've got yourself and your family, and those are the only people who are really looking out for your best interests. Anger is healthy. Keeping a list of slights is not. Of course, I was channeling Yoko Ono last week...not so much primal scream as pillow beating.

Oh yes, and I missed ButterCup's Birthday, as I knew I would. I somehow got Lent and his birthday all mixed up. Oopsydaisy.

Hm. Dropped out of school until the finances get on an even keel. I'm a real gobshite with money, definitely, spending it faster than a chav goes through hoodies. Or knockoff Burberry galoshes. Or crappy gold jewelry. I really do have a clothing fetish and (horrors) I've developed a shoe fetish. I firmly, very very firmly, blame LG for tormenting me so with online shoe shopping.

OOOOHHHH!!!!! And going to see Great Big Sea, and have tickets for the Orchestra! Which means getting drunk and dancing until my legs collapse! That is next Wednesday night.

I'm back! Lock up your children!