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After spending three weeks in Denmark, I came back to south Florida with a lot of questions. I'm wondering how my relationship is going to progress, which direction I want it to head in, and what I'm ready for. I'm wondering if I need to move for the time being and save some money, or move just because my neighbors are crackhead psychos, or move because I want to get out of Florida, ASAP. I've been thinking about Atlanta, New York, and Maine. Why Maine? I don't know. I like Maine.

I realized that there are more people in Copenhagen that I can call and go meet for a cup of coffee than there are in south Florida. I know that I've isolated myself for three years, and I'm really ready to get out and get a social life back. I'm missing a sense of community that I've been missing for a long time. I know that I needed to put my life on hold for a while to deal with my then-boyfriend's newly diagnosed autism, and then single parenting, but now I'm REALLY starting to feel like Sandra Bullock in "The Net", and I have to get out of the house.

Since I work from home (read: no coworkers, talks to self throughout workweek), and am a single mom with no co-parent backup (HONEY, I'M GOING TO THE STORE! HONEY?) , it ain't easy to suddenly unleash yourself on a city and develop a network. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I feel like I've reached the end of a chapter, and I desperately need to turn the page.

Single parenting has been a bigger challenge in my life than I ever could have imagined, and impacted me on more levels than I ever dreamed of. It's been tough. I know it will continue to be a challenge, but I am done bitching about it.

The purpose of this blog was to give myself a voice; a dumping ground where I could let go of whatever it was I was going through and try to make sense of it all by reading it back to myself. I feel that I've accomplished that, and am successfully raising a little girl, where I really thought things would have gone up in flames a long time ago.

So I'm going to get out of this blog for a while. I'm tentatively working on a new one, to start my new chapter with.

Because what would reality be without an accompanying blog?

NEW BLOG

:)

Hello, you must be going

We're back in Florida.

It's 80 degrees out.

I just dropped the Kid off at daycare.



(Not that I don't absolutely love parenting...)

When Two Blogs Collide

This morning we had brunch at Zakabona with Kristian and Karolina.

I started reading Kristian's blog and just liked the way he wrote and got in touch with him... and have been bugging him ever since. Today we got to meet in person (because who doesn't want to hang out with their stalker?), and he took the Kid and I to a fantastic brunch.

He's been dating Karolina for about 8 months, and they live in Sweden. She's from Poland, and she's currently getting her PhD in Electrochemistry. Which, as you probably already know, is a branch of chemistry that studies chemical reactions which take place at the interface of an electron conductor and an ionic conductor and which involve electron transfer between the electrode and the electrolyte.

Yeah. She tried to explain it to me, then saw the "DUH" expression on my face and gave up. I googled it. Aren't they cute?

Then Kristian took a photo of The Kid and I, and magically erased my eyebrows through the wonder of photography.

The Kid had some beautiful-looking pancakes, and the rest of us had enormous plates of food containing approximately five samples from every food group. I would have taken a picture of it, but I was way too busy eating it.

Kristian and Karolina brought The Kid a My Little Pony in her FAVORITE colors, pink and purple.

The Kid jumped on Kristian's lap and demanded his attention, and Karolina helped My Little Pony with her coiffure.

I ate.

A fun time was had by all. And I can safely say that, because Kristian stopped posting on his blog, so he won't be saying anything different.

HA HA! HA HA! I GET THE LAST WORD!!

:)

The Secret to His Success

My boyfriend is independently wealthy, and I have recently unlocked the mystery behind his great success.

No, he's not Tony Robbins.

He follows everyone around the house and shuts off all the lights.

"So I'll just finish up this report and meet you at the cafe at.... ACK! GLAUCOMA!"

"Oh, sorry. Are you in here?"

He left earlier to buy firewood (since it's 15 degrees out and none of the radiators are on) and we met at the door as I was coming in and he was going out.

"Hey, can you shut off the TV?" he called over his shoulder.

"Yeah, sure", I mumbled, while reading a message on my cell phone.

He stuck his head back in the door. "That is, unless you wanted to watch it."

Thoughtful.

Scene from a bedroom window

That white stuff on the ground is newly-falling snow.

Yucky, yucky.

That dark thing pictured below is the wood-burning stove. Which I could not light if my life depended on it. I can light a match. I can set fire to newspaper. I can correctly identify wood that can be burned. (It's in a giant firewood thingy next to the stove). I cannot get the whole process to work together.

I just want to go home and lay on a hot rock and bring my blood back to its normal temperature.

Send me an SMS, because I'm European now.

Have you ever fallen asleep on your boy/girl/tranny friend on the sofa, and realize, as they quietly extricate from your full-body hug to go and answer the door, that you've drooled all over their shirt in such a way that it cannot possibly go unnoticed?

Yeah, me neither.

Denmark is cold. There is "sunlight" (and I say "sunlight" as one can only assume it is light from the sun, although it is lifeless and gray) from 9am - 3pm. I have stolen all of Alan's socks and permanently planted myself in front of his wood-burning stove.

The Kid is having a fantastic time, and is even tolerating the same cartoons she watches at home being dubbed over in Danish. I have no idea how much she understands, but she was hopping around the other day, exclaiming "Ved du hvad?!" ("You know what?!").

She's never worn so many layers before. I'm never on time for anything here, because we have to have dry hair, tights, two pairs of pants, shirts, sweaters, hats, gloves.... back in Florida, we step out of the shower into shorts, a tee shirt, and a pair of flip flops, and we're on our way. Your hair dries on it's own in 10 minutes. Oh, Florida. The things I've taken for granted...

Everyone keeps remarking on how polite and well-behaved The Kid is. Which I can understand, especially in comparison to The Boyfriend's two girls. (Cough, cough, cough.) When they're good, they're very, very good. And when they're bad.... I pack up my shit and threaten to stay with Thomas indefinitely.

Which Thomas is super-excited about, I'm sure.

Have you ever been on an extended trip with your significant other, and had a daily battle occurring between your regularly scheduled menstrual cycle and a tiny birth control pill that was absolutely detrimental to your sex life?

SURE, I'D LOVE TO HAVE SEX! I JUST NEED TO CRY, EAT A KILO OF DARK CHOCOLATE, AND TAKE SOME MOTRIN! DON'T START WITHOUT ME!

Yeah, me neither.

We're going home on Monday. I just read that the temperature in Florida is going down to 39 degrees.



What.

The.

Fuck.

Well, at least I have warm clothes that aren't from the late 80's, that the rest of the Floridian population will be dragging out of their closets from a box marked "Winter Clothes", which is just the clothes they moved down to Florida with, twenty years ago.

Holy Hormona, I need to go find some prescription medication.