Granny

Is it that being a grandmother actually changes who you are? Or does it just shine a bright light on the things that matter in life? I’m 38, and I am a grandmother. I am young, but I still feel a kinship with other grandmothers young and old. My mother and I are closer than we have ever been. She is a GREAT grandmother now. She tells me that being a great grandmother is even better than being a regular old grandmother. I can’t even imagine a better thing – but she would know.

My new best friend.

I've become my new best friend. For once in my life, I am making good decisions. I am proud of who I am. Too bad it had to happen at 38, but thank God it happened at some point. Now, I just need to get my finances straightened out, and move into the little house that my parents are building for me. It'll be October before I move in. I hope it is a little sooner than that. I am still living with my daughter and her husband and it is a little crowded. The sad part will be not seeing my beautiful granddaughter every single day...but, I have a feeling that she will be staying with me an awful lot. I hope so.

I am happy. I have figured out that I am happier when I am not in a relationship, or seeking to be in one. So, it is my conclusion that I should probably stay single for a few years, if not forever. That thought does not make me sad AT ALL. I am figuring out what makes me - ME. I like ME so far.

No New Ideas

I have nothing. My brain is numb. I can't even find a catchy tune to tumble around in my head. Could it be that I am exhausted from feeding a hungry half turtle/half worm early this morning? Really. I'm excited to be looking at the computer monitor, and even more excited that my fingers are typing, but that is about the extent of my excitement for today. Practice makes perfect. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. Don't make that face or it will stick that way forever.

Gotta Go.

Back in the Saddle?

I’m so glad that I didn’t delete my blog! After reading some of it, though – I thought my eyes were going to bleed. How fucking boring! Seriously? What kind of monotone bullshit was I writing for so long? I thought I was A WRITER. No clever quips, no sarcastic funnies, just a lot of freakin boring talk about nothing. What a loser!

I’m not here to write about sex. I am not here to get any readers. As a matter of fact, I hope no one even notices that I have started writing here again. My main objective is to try some new ideas, and at least attempt to prove to myself that I can write a paragraph that wont put me to sleep