a few days back over on June Garden's blog Bye Bye, Pie we discussed books. June is off to Hawaii in a few days and needs to be entertained during her flight. personally sleep meds and my ipad are my entertainment on long flights...but everyone has their cup of tea. or in her case, pineapple juice.
oh, and i won't even deny that i'm a bit jealous over the hawaii thing. i dream of living there. living. there. two things hold me back. money. and money. oh, that was suppose to be money and family. but really, if i had me a job i would SO LEAVE TO LIVE IN HAWAII!
anyway. "let's pretend this never happened" was suggested several times. the nice thing about amazon - who totally rocks book sales - is that you can read an excerpt before you buy the book.
i seriously do not ever remember laughing so hard while reading a book. not a giggle. no chuckling. laughing so hard your choking, coughing and wiping your eyes. and if you, like me sometimes, think your childhood was a tad traumatic...well...you need perspective.
and who thinks maybe i've needed a little humor in my life lately?
today i will come home to a perfectly clean apartment. i broke down and called my old cleaning lady. she's not old...just..you know she cleaned my apartment in the past. with all the ridiculousness in my life i NEED a clean apartment. it will smell like pinesol. the lemon one. and with the exception of my back porch which desperately needs attention - my house will be clean. and fantastic. which means i can do whatever i want this weekend which will include reading the whole entire book above.
speaking of money...as in the hawaii thing and the house cleaning thing...my first year of my 'independence' plan is almost up. did you know that i had a 2 year independence plan? with my mature age things tend to slip my memory. or. it's just so freaking full of other events that my brain randomly deletes files because my hard drive is full.
why doesn't my brain erase other things? i mean, seriously. i could use this piece of information so i don't feel like repeating myself. however, i could totally pass up the memory of walking in public for a lengthy time with my skirt tucked up in my panty hose baring my whole backside. at the tender age of ummmm...well..it was during my formative pre-teen desperately needing to be accepted time. scarred. why doesn't my brain erase THAT?
when i could see my future on the horizon of july 2011 i came up with a plan. did i tell you i have really never lived by myself? not really. here i am. so. with all the OTHER crap i was going through i decided that for 2 years i would not concern myself with paying off my mount kilimanjaro of debt but live within a budget that just included paying the minimum payments. and, a handy piece of advice from other divorcees was to get that 'support' which comes every month out of my 'living' budget as soon as possible due to the fact that there is an end date to support. stupid judge.
year one is coming to a close and i will begin to take small steps to remove the 'support' from my budget by this time 2013.
guess who has to buy tires before winter?
i need a laugh.
dance on people.
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