Monday, September 27, 2010

Easter Sunday on the Hillsborough River

We had just had scads of rain and the water was really, really high. I've never seen the river so beautiful. And I love, love, love the big lizards!

Ex-Wives' Club

So, I'm friends with my ex-husband's second ex-wife. Yeah, you read that right. I'm number one, as I always should be, and Regina is number two. We lost track of number three or we would have definitely had t-shirts made up. Brucie-pooh is working on number four last I heard, but it's really not about him, now, is it?

About nine years ago, when I had just moved to Wisconsin from Las Vegas (THAT'S a whole 'nother story), I got a letter from a woman who said she needed my help. She said she was Bruce's wife and they were getting a divorce and he was trying to take their child from her. She said I was the only other woman in the world who knew what it was like to be married to Bruce and would I help her. I did write a letter to the courts on behalf of the child, but I'm not sure it did any good. It did, however, piss off Bruce, so it wasn't a complete lost cause.

Anyway, Regina and I stayed in touch and actually met in person a few years ago when she came to Ft. Myers, FL, to visit her parents. Earlier this year, she and their son came to Florida for a visit and we got together again. The boy thinks I'm just a friend of his mother's who she knows from Florida. He knows I'm familiar with his father but doesn't know I was once married to him. He's only 10, it's not important now and probably never will be. He's a sweet boy. Regina, her parents and I all agree that the best thing to come out of her marriage to Bruce is their son. Since my divorce from Bruce sent him on his way to Regina, we also agree that their son is the best thing to come out of MY marriage to Bruce, as well.

Oh, as for my butch hair cut, no, I'm not a lesbian. I can just pass for one.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Hobbit House

Whew, so a lot has happened in six months. I was living in My Way, my Pleasure-Way Class B RV and things were going great. Then one day I came home from work to find my little tin can infested with little piss ants. Yeah, little black ants just crawling everywhere. The site I was on had a history of ants and although I had blasted the site with two huge bags of ant killer, the ants won. So I moved to a different, temporary site and started to look for a better, permanent site, still in the same RV resort.

As I was chatting with the gals at the RV park office, I told them what I really wanted was the cute little green trailer in the center of the park, the one under the beautiful live oak trees. One of the gals, Karen, said, "That's MY place." I said, "Oh, it's so cute! I just covet it." She said, "I'm selling it." "Get out!" I screamed. "No, seriously, I'm selling it and moving to Arizona," she replied. That was in July. Well, I immediately went to see the inside of the trailer and we shook on the deal that very night. I moved into my little Hobbit House, as I call it, in early August.

I would have continued to stay in My Way and would have been perfectly fine, but buying the Hobbit House was a deal I could not pass up. Now I have a real couch, a real kitchen, a real refrigerator, a real shower and a real bed. Since I'm not planning on leaving Tampa any time soon, it just makes more sense for me to have a more permanent place. I paid cash (an incredibly small amount of cash) for the trailer and still pay just $250 a month site rent. I still park My Way and my Saturn right on the same lot, so I can easily take off in either vehicle whenever I want. And I have great neighbors. Although I only moved two streets over in the same RV resort, now that I'm in the permanent section, I've been accepted as a "homeowner" rather than a more transient "snowbird", even though I considered myself permanent before.

Honey, I'm ho-ome!

Wow, it's been, like, a gazillion years since I've posted here. Okay, so it's only been six months. Still, it seems like I've fallen off the face of the earth when I've actually just been enjoying life. I started this blog to serve as more of a diary for myself, but soon realized others may read it. That kinda cramped my style since I also realized nobody gives a rat's ass what I do on a daily basis and frankly, I don't necessarily want others knowing what I'm doing. I'm on Twitter and Facebook and feel the same way about those social media outlets.

At any rate, I would like to keep track of some things I do and this seems to be the best way to do it. Yeah, I could just keep a private online diary, but this blog seems to nag at me more than a Word document would (or a Pages document, since I'm an Apple girl). Even if no one else reads this blog, just knowing someone might read it is enough to keep me thinking about it. So here I am: I'm back. Can't promise I'll be all that regular about posting, but we'll see what happens.