tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59600662024-03-19T03:50:23.391-05:00What NowTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.comBlogger2009125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-24739789326386694352024-01-22T08:50:00.001-06:002024-01-22T08:50:16.284-06:00SO...Well, I don't like to write this, but to make it seem real, I'm going to.Steve is divorcing me. He told me last Thursday.I didn't want this, and for all intents and purposes, I didn't think it would actually happen. I thought things would get better, or at least we'd work on our problems. In fact, I thought we'd been doing better for the last couple of months. That is because I am a trusting, Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-38591903780253365492024-01-11T14:05:00.001-06:002024-01-11T14:05:18.542-06:00HUH...WEIRDIf you don't mind, I'm going to ignore everything else in my life for a second to tell you a weird thing that happened the other night.I was asleep, but not completely asleep, and my phone rang. I looked at the clock and immediately panicked, because it was 12:30 AM, which (in my head) usually means that someone is dead and I'm getting a call about it. I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-15577785643580961022023-12-29T10:11:00.002-06:002023-12-29T10:11:23.846-06:00NOPENope. I was wrong. Back to square one.I’m so tired.Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-3673449191143586292023-11-20T05:58:00.000-06:002023-11-20T05:58:43.379-06:00FYIThings are currently…ok. Not perfect, not awesome, but a bit better. Working on it, at least.It’s been a long, fecking few months, though. We’ll see how it goes.I’m so damn tired.Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-62170280615569184882023-09-02T12:38:00.000-05:002023-09-02T12:38:02.880-05:00 Have you ever just given up? I think I’m there. I don’t want to be there, but I don’t have a choice.Again, sorry to be cryptic, but it’s still not my story to tell.I made some mistakes that made things bad. Everything I try to do to help makes things worse. It’s like I’m trying to stop a tsunami with a net.Everything is black. There isn’t any hope and I am drowning. This is just life now. Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-54413175078625113172023-07-08T22:30:00.002-05:002023-07-18T13:31:00.200-05:00SIGH Everything in my life is spinning out of my control right now and I don’t know what to do about any of it.I am so completely overwhelmed. Like, really, really.Sorry to be cryptic, I know that’s annoying. Most of it isn’t actually my story to tell, but I'm getting pulled along in the wake and I’m beginning to feel a bit desperate.I’m not looking for pity, but I don’t have anyone else to talkTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-86467728524865987482023-06-21T06:43:00.000-05:002023-06-21T06:43:00.741-05:00 Y’all…I’m straight up not having a good time anymore.Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-80701142541178638232023-06-19T09:44:00.000-05:002023-06-19T09:44:04.752-05:00TWO THINGS 1) A couple of entries ago, when I was writing about the Chattanooga Ironman thing, I used the phrase “personal PR.” It has since occurred to me that “PR” means personal record, so I basically said personal personal record. I apologize for the mistake and promise to try and wordsmith better in the future!I still hope the perv got his shoe clips stuck, though.2) Speaking of dreams: two Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-25317802114982076832023-06-05T09:58:00.004-05:002023-06-05T09:58:55.465-05:00A QUICKYI had the mother of all stress dreams.I'm not going to give a blow-by-blow, but you know how sometimes you have a dream about going back to school and having to take a test you didn't study for and things like that? It was like that, but it wasn't just one thing, it was all the things.The Gist: I went on vacation with Steve and some other people, but when we got to the resort, we found out that Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-90863819129208736882023-05-31T12:35:00.000-05:002023-05-31T12:35:30.229-05:00RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING1) You had to be there, but still:I was having lunch with Steve on Monday and I said "Do you know what I'm mad about today? I'm mad that there are colors that I'll never see." I'm 100% serious about that.I had been watching a YouTube video about light wavelengths that produce colors that the human eye can't detect because we don't possess the right kind of hardware for that, as we only have 3 Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-67660551598378978762023-05-22T10:05:00.006-05:002023-05-22T10:11:32.049-05:00THE NOOG: MAY 2023Completely out of character for us as of late, we went on a quick overnight trip to Chattanooga.It was my fault.As most of you might know, Steve doesn't like to travel because he travels so much for work now (plus we have wildly different ideas about where we'd go, and if he's bored he makes it obvious) so we rarely go on vacations anymore. I love to travel, but I can't go alone because the worldTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-8563160613291101352023-05-13T21:06:00.002-05:002023-05-13T21:06:54.376-05:00ONE THING Ok, I know this is random, but it is a thing I’ve only recently become aware of.You know that song “One Headlight” From 1997? That song gives me creeping anxiety. Like, it’s bad enough that it makes my stomach feel weird. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I hear it, I feel like I’m reliving some kind of mild trauma that I can’t put my finger on.In fact, it was only after recently Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-11184483784367330602023-05-10T08:19:00.000-05:002023-05-10T08:19:23.546-05:00EVEN MORE RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING 1) You know, I appreciate people who are being supportive of me since I had weight loss surgery, I really do. However, it's hilarious to me (albeit understandable) that there is so little understanding about how the whole thing worked.I had someone recently point to an outfit and say "Hey, you should wear something like that!" and it was shorts and a kind short top. Cute enough outfit, but Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-48518534984813121442023-04-19T09:17:00.001-05:002023-04-19T13:28:38.119-05:00MY VOTE? HAUNTED.I had a moment of sheer weirdness the other day that I need to talk about. I feel I need to over explain this so I don't sound like a complete creep, so please bear with me.First off, I need to make it clear that I am a very private bathroom person. I don't like going in groups and I don't like people talking to me through stall doors. All I want to do is do whatever I've got to do and get out. Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-54096288483751045022023-04-04T07:46:00.002-05:002023-04-04T07:46:59.730-05:00A QUICKY Ooof, I had a terrible sleep paralysis nightmare last night.The dream itself is mostly forgotten, but I know it had to do with cats, me being mostly blind, and the bad lady from the most current season of "Picard" holding me hostage. I think she was holding me hostage because she wanted my cats? I dunno, it didn't make sense.All I know is that in a weird, half-awake, can't move, terrified Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-10288287910320992012023-03-30T11:39:00.001-05:002023-03-30T11:39:22.263-05:00MORE RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING 1) I got bored the other day and had my nails done. Steve was out doing networking stuff and I didn't want to sit at home alone anymore, so on a whim I went to the same salon that the owner of our company goes to and said "Give me the works!"Well, not really the works. Just a full set of acrylic nail tips and a gel polish. Heehee.I don't think I've had fake nails put on since my wedding, orTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-1756581501249426952023-03-08T12:58:00.001-06:002023-03-08T12:58:55.087-06:00RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING 1) As much as I enjoy social media (well, as much as anyone can enjoy it if they manage to avoid the ugliness that it can produce) one thing really bothers me. Every once in a while, some app that I’m using will give me a notification saying that it has a new option for me to modify my circle, or however they put it. They tell you that you can create a special group of people within your Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-77933509760722889372023-02-22T13:47:00.001-06:002023-02-22T13:47:06.190-06:00RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING 1) Ok, so I'm going to try and catch up on some of those things I said I was going to write about a few weeks ago. Not everything needs a paragraph, but some of them do! I'll be brief-ish.2) The cancer scare: During my last annual mammogram, the tech noticed some weirdness in my scan. They didn't tell me this while I was there, of course, so I got a letter a few days later saying that I Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-47324743623524816312023-02-02T10:14:00.000-06:002023-02-02T10:14:04.654-06:00KANSAS I've driven through Kansas twice in my life. It was all interstate driving, and we weren't there to go anywhere in actual Kansas. We were just using it as a through way to get to someplace else, as one does. It was flat, and monotonous, and I wouldn't have even known that we were actually moving forward except for the fact that we kept passing roadkill. Now, with all due respect Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-31812043299221191162023-01-07T16:32:00.002-06:002023-01-09T08:02:40.302-06:00I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO, AND MY ASS IN CHARLESTON, PART 3/FINI accidentally lied to you in that last post.Well, is it lying if it was just a mistake? Who knows?Anyways, I did break something in that office. A box fell over and a small candy dish shattered. I cut my hand on it. I can’t imagine how I forgot about that since I bled on my jeans, but it was just part of the experience, I guess.Anyways.**ETA - I worked in the morning. I don't usually work on Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-41407061635173240532023-01-05T21:19:00.000-06:002023-01-05T21:19:43.025-06:00I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO, AND MY ASS IN CHARLESTON, PART 2I woke up at 4:30. EASTERN. What fresh hell was that?Have you ever been completely physically exhausted, but your brain wouldn't shut off? That was me on my second day in Charleston. I lay in bed, trying desperately to go back to sleep, but since I couldn't, I just got up and showered. Again. I think I forgot I showered the night before.Let me just stop here and say that you are never quite as Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-80381035181260543142023-01-04T08:49:00.000-06:002023-01-04T08:49:06.945-06:00I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO, AND MY ASS IN CHARLESTON, PART 1Oof. Earlier in the year I volunteered to go to Charleston, SC to help out with a conference. Rookie mistake.I like the city of Charleston a lot, and to have an excuse to go was exciting! I work closely with my company’s marketing department, and I knew that this conference was going to be a big deal and that the marketing director could probably use my help. Plus, Steve would be going, and Taehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-41071048562311717512022-12-28T14:10:00.002-06:002022-12-29T00:03:52.362-06:00#6Everything feels like it's happening all at once and I don't like it!Do you remember (if you're a returning reader, that is) how I said I wasn't feeling the holidays? I wasn't. I never did.But, y'all, I tried. I tried to get into the spirit! I bought 4 little plastic trees, Christmas cards, and planned a work party where we all wore pajamas and watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas. We wentTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-38767043281578242722022-12-19T12:12:00.007-06:002023-05-09T20:06:06.359-05:00THINGS I MIGHT WRITE ABOUT SOONY'all...I'm busy. This is kind of a Random Acts of Blogging and also kind of a list that is just as much for me to remember things as it is for anyone out there who might still read this old, creaky-assed blog of mine. A "Possible Coming Attractions" sort of thing, if you will.Some of these things will be elaborated on in future. Some won't need elaborating on.1) Went to Charleston for workTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960066.post-69256212152262025522022-12-15T11:35:00.001-06:002022-12-15T11:35:04.340-06:00A WEIGHT OFF MY SHOULDERS, AND EVERYTHING ELSEIt was a year ago, on December 8th, that I had my weight loss surgery! To date, I have lost 86 pounds, which is the equivalent of a whole ass middle school kid.All along, I planned on doing a thoughtful, formal, yearly wrap up with insightful thoughts about the surgery itself; about how my body has changed, and the good and the bad of having a surgery like the one I had.I'm not gonna do thatTaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07114224184990440545noreply@blogger.com0