I had to set my blog aside while I finished my degree and adjusted to new challenges at work. I moved into a management position in 2016 and also decided to further my education.
While I can say that I am happy I did it, I can also say I am happy it is done. My college education has always been done while working full time. The majority of my schooling has been funded by employer provided educational assistance. While that is a gift I am grateful for, it did not pay for all and it required me to work full time and school 3/4 time.
Working and going to school was much easier in the 20's than now in my 40's. All of a sudden I feel my age creeping into my life like mold. I know it is partly because while pursuing this most recent educational goal I also had major knee surgery, leaving me in a wheel chair for six weeks. I felt the consequences of my age in fatigue from working and studying but also in the comparison between recovering from a hysterectomy in my 30's qu…
I yelled that once. Not really yelled, more like exclaimed it loudly and with panic. Panic caused by the fear of projectile vomit coming out all over me and everyone else at the table.
I was on Roatan, with two friends, Missy and Prissy. We had been "dolphin trainers for a day" and had chosen to buy the cheap lunch with the locals. We were told they had only two plates of fish left and than the conejo. Conejo is spanish for "rabbit". So I made the sacrifce and let the twins have the fish. It's not my favorite meat, but I figured what the heck..when in rome...
All was good until the american dolphin trainer walked by and was kind enough to tell me that "conejo" wasn't the "rabbit" I was thinking of. She said the magic word.."Watusa"
Abruptly a plate with rice and fried plantain appear with a dark sweet smelling meat...Watusa.
That's when the yelling came in and the controlled gag reflex
I have mixed feelings about people just dropping by our home. Most of the time the folks that just stop by are friends that live nearby and drop by when they are visiting another mutual friend in the neighborhood. Nothing is expected and nothing is awkward.
Last weekend we had surprise visitor from my former step-son. I say "former" not because I stopped considering my step-sons from my first marriage family when we divorced, but to specify that I am not talking of Zach. It is odd that I have been rather a permanent step parent since I was 18. My first marriage (I only have two, don't panic) I was step-mom to two boys, full time, as their Dad had custody. It was a very unpleasant situation. The parents did not get along; in fact they actively fought and it was miserable. I really do not feel like dredging all of it up but it involved courts both civil and criminal. Looking back now I think that their mother was treated badly and even though she had made mistake…