One Divorced Diva

An innocent question....
"I'm so excited that we're going to the Poconos Mommy. Thank you so much. I think it will be a lot of fun... but,I forget.What language do they speak in the Poconos?"

It's here again.
Funny how that happens.
When you're not paying attention - or even if you are.
I'm always reluctant to celebrate.
I mean, really, celebrating the day you were born?
But, alas, i've been convinced over the years that it is the right thing to do.
So who am I to buck the system?
I'll celebrate.
I started last night.
It started with a glass of wine.
It ended in bed with the FB.
It was fabulous.
He was more than willing to celebrate me.
Okay, so I did a little celebrating him too.
By the fire.
In the kitchen.
In the bedroom.
Ahem.
We were celebrating!
So, as I contemplate this birthday "thing"
I'm thinking I should have them more often.

Do you think you'll be there mommy?
I'm not sure sweetie. It will be great fun though, I'm sure. Even if there are porta-potties outside.
I hope there's soap. And that they are nice. Do you think they'll be nice?
I'm sure they'll be nice. I'm sure you'll be allowed inside, even if the guests have to stay outside.
Yeah, you're right. I just don't want you to be sad mommy.
I'm not sad. I won't be sad.
You know why I think you'll be sad mommy?
Because you love me? And because I onced loved your daddy?
Yeah. And I don't want you to be sad that he's getting married.
I know honey. I won't be sad. I'm happy for daddy. I'm happy for you.
I know mommy. Just don't be sad.
I won't be sad. I'm not sad. And I'm glad I have my own bathroom.

After a long week.
It is somewhat refreshing.
No?
No where to run to.
Settle in.
Prepare.
Cuddle up.
Bundle up.
Relax.
You're not going anywhere.
So refreshing!

"Now that this has happened, what shall I do about it?"
I'll remember them fondly
I'll remember how their generous hearts touched so many
I'll remember to love every minute on this planet
I will remember

If I was...
You'd be holding me tight
You'd be running with me, holding me tight
You'd be sorry when you dropped me
You'd be sorry when you eventually had to let go
You'd be sorry when you eventually had to let go & give someone else a try
You'd be jealous when someone else was holding me
You'd be so jealous that you'd try to steal me back
You wouldn't give up on the first try
You'd keep trying
You'd keep trying
You'd keep trying
You'd think it was a game
You'd try to win
You'd be sorry if you didn't
You'd be sorry when you didn't
You'd drink a beer
You'd drink a beer with friends
You'd say it was a good game
You'd wonder what went wrong
You'd wonder if you'd do it differently next time
You'd wonder
You'd wonder
You'd say
Hell, it was only a game

2nd beer, 2nd glass of wine... no responsibility for what is written here.
I'm in love with stripper....
That's the song my FB came in singing the other night.
So, of course I had to download it from itunes.
Hmmm.
This alone should worry me.
I'm downloading songs, just to find out what the FB thinks is music.
It's only$.99 so what the F.
He's only the FB, let him listen, let him sing, no worries.
"she's climing that pole..."
C'mon.
I'm climing the stairs.
Does that count?
And today.
I find myself surrounded by beefed up contractors. One day home to do the things that you have to stay home from work - pretend there's some emergency- for.
I wonder.
I'm I attracted to the blue collar-type?
Is that the only men i come in contact with?
Or, as I asked my friend today,
I am attracked to men who come over and start banging things?
I wonder?