31 March 2009

I have an announcement

I've decided what I want to be when I grow up:

happy

My bro and me!

As far as I know, I only get to be alive once.
I may as well spend my days happy.

Carry on.

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Listening to: Erin Smith - The Mayor & the Bowling Alley
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11 March 2009

How to get abandoned

As you can probably guess by the title of this blog post, I'm about to tell you a little story about how I found myself abandoned over the weekend... on the back roads of Illinois. At least I had good company, as it was the first time I got to hang out with the ever-hilarious Nate. I'm quite glad this dude has a good sense of humor.

It all started last month when Nate wrote about his college homecoming. Based on one paragraph in the post, I decided to contact him. He wrote:

This is by far my favorite part of Nebraska. I love these roads. The rolling hills, they way you can see for miles and miles. Nebraska, believe it or not, is a beautiful state. I used to go for drive on these roads every weekend. Just to get away from it all and clear my head. It was like a from of meditation. I haven’t found anywhere like this near St. Louis. Driving to Augusta or Hermann is close, but it takes at least 45 minutes before you are truly away from the city.

I am currently staying in Illinois with my family and as I grew up over here, I'm very familiar with a variety of back roads. I, too, enjoy taking a nice drive just to clear my head and explore some of the beautiful scenery the area has to offer. I decided to email Nate and ask, "Hey, want to go on a road trip?" Granted, we've never met in person, but based on his blog and twitters -- he seemed like a nice enough stranger to invite on a road trip that would take us miles and miles away from civilization.

Weather permitting, we kinda-sorta planned to get together last Saturday. That day, while waiting for Nate to call, my first husband shows up at my house sometime around 11 or 11:30. No surprise, Travis was already drinking.

I mentioned to him that I was taking a road trip with Nate and he asked if he could go along because it was a beautiful day. I should've known better, but I was like, "Sure, let me run it by Nate." Nate calls, I ask if Trav can go along and he said something to the effect of, "Yeah. This should be interesting."

Um, I think Nate's psychic.

It was a very interesting day.

By the time Nate showed up, around 1:30, Trav was pretty well drunk. Whatever, I'm used to it. Nate seemed a tad uncomfortable, but I can understand; he's meeting all new people (me, Trav, my mom), he's in a new place, Otis almost bit him, and well, it was a lot to take in.

Before we left we discussed driving arrangements and I immediately told Travis he couldn't drive - which he was disappointed about - but at the same time, he was happy because this meant he could continue drinking. So I drove his car.

We drive about 50 miles to Fort De Chartres. Along the way, we stop to get Trav some beer and it seemed like he just sat quietly in the back, drinking away, while I talked and talked and talked and Nate mostly listened, then eventually started talking and asking questions. I know at some point, we discussed various locations I had hoped to visit and Trav asked if we could stop at this little bar in Maeystown and then another little bar a few miles away from Miles Tomb called the Fountain Inn. Nate seemed cool with it, I figured we could stop for a beer or something on the way back. No big deal.

Or so I thought.

In Maeystown, Trav wanted to do a couple shots of Captain Morgan. Nate really isn't much of a drinker, which meant we had a sober driver and I could drink with Trav.

Sweet.

We stay at the bar for probably an hour, leave, and then suddenly a very-drunk Trav has a huge problem with Nate driving his car because he doesn't know this guy. I keep saying, "Doesn't matter: sober driver wins." That's just how it works people. Driving drunk is never, ever a good idea. The sober person drives, even if it's a manual and they have never driven a stick before. Those are the rules.

So, whatever. Trav sits in the back getting more and more belligerent. Nate's driving, I'm in the passenger seat trying to control the situation. But no matter what I said, Trav just got madder and madder and madder and madder.

As we near Miles Tomb, Travis really starts freaking out and is screaming at Nate, "Pull over! Pull the fucking car over! This is MY car and I'm driving!!!" Nate's kinda looking at me like what do I do? I say, "Pull the car over. We won't ride with him, but I'll find us a ride."

Nate pulled over.
Everyone got out.
Trav got into his car.
He drove away.

Nate and I leaned up against the guard rail and just kind of looked at each other with blank stares. I said something to the effect of, "Well, this is embarrassing. I've never had this happen before." Remember, this is the first time Nate and I have ever met each other in person. Some meet-and-greet, huh?

We're abandoned.

Awesome. Just awesome.

"Don't worry Nate. I'll call my mom" (as I'm thinking: please, please, please let me get cell phone reception out here). I call my mom and Nate heard something along the lines of this:

Oh, hey mom. What are you doing? Um, can you come get me and Nate? Travis sorta left us. We're on the bottoms, right at the triangle-intersection below Miles Tomb. Oh (pause) you're cooking dinner. I see. Um, sure, I'll try him. Don't worry - it's no big deal. It isn't raining or anything, it's just getting dark.
I sorta laugh and throw my hands up in the air. Effing great.

My mom is in the middle of cooking dinner so she can't come get us.

Nate was not laughing. He asks, "Um, will cabs come out here? Because, dude, I will totally pay for it." Reassuringly, I respond, "No, no, no. I'm going to call my friend Jay. He lives pretty close so I know he'll come get us." Nate hears:

Hey, are you at home? I'm sorta stranded on the bottoms with a friend, at the triangle-intersection below Miles Tomb. The seats are out of your car? We don't care; we're desperate. Oh, it's filled with junk, too? Um, okay, I'll try someone else.

Nate was still not laughing.

Thankfully my third attempt at being rescued came through. And I am SO glad that Johnny introduced me to Dana. He was right about her: if you are in a pickle she will drop everything and come bail you out. As soon as I explained my situation, she was out the door, on her way and there in about ten or fifteen minutes.

We arrive at my house and - although I didn't need to ask because I knew the answer - I kindly invited Nate in. He responded, "Nah, I just want to get in my car and drive home." Thanks, Nate, for being so cool about the whole thing.

And that, my friends, is why - no matter how well you get along - you NEVER go out drinking with your ex-husband who, as he will freely admit, has a drinking problem. You may find yourself abandoned on the Columbia Bottoms.

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Listening to: Amy Winehouse - Me and Mr. Jones (Fuckery)
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03 March 2009

Today is Square Root Day

3/3/9 = Square Root Day

Also, today is my mom's birthday!

Also, today I got divorced.

I assumed that everyone (ya know, my zillions of followers) knew I might be getting a divorce when I wrote this post back in September. And posted this photo of myself crying, and this photo of me in the corner, and this photo - among others.

Based on a decent number of messages I received today, apparently not many people knew I was working on a divorce. Which leads me to believe that most of you probably don't realize that it was my second marriage.

I was married to Travis for five years before I ever even knew James existed.
Day 144: This is my first husband, Travis
Trav and I are still great friends, have nothing but love between us, and wish nothing but the best for each other. I've known him for at least 22 years.

I digress.

But that's what the September post led up to - today's divorce. In September, I suddenly disappeared and went into hiding for a month. Wow, that was craziness. Not even my parents knew where I was. During that time, I kinda-sorta lost my mind a bit - and got dangerously skinny. But my wits came back and I started to be less crazy, or whatever you want to call it. Think rationally - that's a good way to word it. During this difficult time in my life, I realized there are A LOT of people who love me and were worried about me before I even realized there was a problem.

I've kept up with my self-portrait project (minus those days I lost between Kim and my Gramma Sue). I've learned a lot about myself in these last 265 days -- I went from spending a lot of time alone, or alone with James. Gradually, I began spending more and more time with my family and friends -- just like I had during the years before. Life has changed a lot for me during the last 265 days and I have no clue what the future holds.

Everyday, something unexpected happens.

That's cool.

Oh and one last thing...

So today I felt all great about myself - wore my favorite skirt. Of course, after court the zipper broke and I couldn't get my skirt off. Jay fixed it (sorta).

Figures.

Like I said, everyday something unexpected happens.

Cool.

Day 265: Jay is one of my best friends
This is Jay.

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Listening to: Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good
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