I'm a Mutha

... which is why I haven't posted in a while...

I Now Pronounce You Un-divorced

Yes, it’s true.  You can change your mind after a divorce is finalized and the decree is issued.  It’s amazingly simple.  More simple than getting re-married, even.  All we did was file a Motion to Vacate and put it in the Judge’s in-box.  No fee.  No court hearing.  An official signature and Court stamp later, and we are back to normal marital status, as if the divorce had never happened.

Well, barring the emotional scars, anyway.  But, those are healing and fading into the past as we move on into our new and improved future.

Crazy Broke - But I’s Edumacated!

If I were to do it all over again, I would have gone straight from high school to McDonald's and worked my way up the corporate McFood chain.    It would probably beat having 32 hours a week cut down to 15 and then to 12 due to politicaly junk and the bottom line. 

Also, I’m sure I’d rather deal with a metal mouth, pimply teenage shift leader telling me what to do than… well, you know… that's another story for another day.

Do you want fries with that?

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Creepy!

T and I are convinced that there is someone living in the rafters above our classrooms.  This person must climb down from hiding and live in the annex at night.  There are strange noises, suspiciously moved ceiling tiles, altered thermostats, lights turned on, etc….  We have even had a couple of rumors from students about men “working” in the women’s restroom.  That doesn’t sound so odd except for the fact that we have not been scheduled to have anyone work on the bathrooms.in the building at all.

So far, we refuse to tell anyone out of the fear of being diagnosed with a mental disorder. Now, since I am a psychology instructor, I am considered crazy by default.  T, however, still has a reputation to uphold.  For that reason, I shall remain silent.  (If you catch the obvious irony in this, wink.)

Greetings from the Suck-Fest

My boss resigned.  While this may seem of little consequence to most people, it is actually very sad news for me.  JD was my soul boss; the most awesomest guy on the planet. He somehow made every day okay even when we all knew it wasn’t.  (No, I’m not being co-dependent here; there are a good number of us there who feel this way. Work was like a funeral when we first got the news.)

I don’t blame him for leaving.  It was a good decision for him.  Maybe I’m a bit jealous.  Mostly I’m just concerned about what will happen next.  It doesn’t look good because the vultures are already gathering…

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Got Those Moves Like Jagger

Ha! I did it!!!  I spotted co-dependency a mile away.  And it wasn’t me!   

It was a mother- grown son co-dependent relationship with Baby Boy manipulating and leaching off kind-hearted Mama.  The oppotrunity came about to discuss the situation (yes, time and place appropriate).  It went something like this:

So, he’s a 45 year old man and you are still treating him like a baby?

Yes

Is something wrong with him that he can’t act like an adult?

Well, no.

Is it your fault that he’s got multiple felony warrants?

No. I didn’t raise him like that.

He is only doing that because you are allowing him to.

You’re right.                     

What’s so bad about letting him suffer his own consequences? 

Hmmmm…. (she almost got it and then, but her defenses kicked in)… He could get in big trouble.

And what’s the worst thing that would happen then?

He’d have to grow up.

So, you basically taught him how to be irresponsible? 

Yes.  (You could actually see the light bulb come on, I swear!  It was beautiful.)

Her husband was right next to her, interjecting “amen” and “you’re right” the whole while.  With her light bulb still on, she thanked me and hugged me.  Her husband, with this like proud sort of glow, shook my hand.  It was really cool.

Was it co-dependent of me to intervene?  Probably.  But, I feel like somewhat of a vigilante, right now.  A hero, if you will.  Just go with it.

Taking Off My Mask

I have hidden behind a mask for so long, trying to be who other people wanted me to be. 

Insecure.  Afraid of being rejected.

And, now… I don’t know why I ever did that.  Being me is pretty dang cool. 

Silly and smart, angry yet optimistic, joyful but realistic, grounded yet in the clouds.  A thrilling adventure!

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