I mentioned on my facebook page a little earlier this evening that I have some milestones to celebrate this week.
The first couple kind of snuck by without much hoopla, since I haven't been feeling well.
January 7, 2005 - the day that my first divorce became final. Honestly, I pretty much forgot about that one this year. I think I mentioned something about it to The Dude the night before or something, but it just kind of breezed on by this time.
January 10, 2011 - just over a year ago - my first blog post as Non-Stop Mom. Wow. I'm actually impressed by that, because I never expected to stick with it this long, but it's been a blast. While I am nowhere near "big blogger" status, I find it amazing that this thing has been viewed over 36,000 times. I mean, really, is it *that* interesting?
January 12, 1998 - 14 years ago today - I arrived in Kansas, intent on making a home here. I had driven from Long Island, NY to here over the span of 5 days with everything that I owned packed in a Ryder truck with my car on a dolly behind it and my cat in a carrier on the passenger seat.
Why did I do it? Why did I move halfway across the country? This is a question that I get asked a lot. Without going into deep, dark details about a period of my life that still embarrasses me, suffice it to say that I moved out here to pursue a relationship with someone who I had met online. Keep in mind that 14 years ago, meeting someone online wasn't as socially acceptable as it is now. I had met him in "real life" and things seemed to be genuine, so I packed up and moved. It was after I got here and landed a really good job that I found out that he wasn't as honest about some things as he should have been - specifically, about his marital status.
Anyway, like I said, I had a really good job, and rather than tucking my tail in between my legs and running back east, I decided to stick it out and start a new life. I soon met the man who would become Ex1, and the rest is history.
And then of course, there's tomorrow. January 13, 2012. The first anniversary of the second divorce becoming final, and my 41st birthday. Yep, I admitted it. No use fighting it, is there?
Before you ask, no, we have no plans. I still don't feel great, and now The Dude is sick after taking care of us all week. So I'll just get the kids off to school and do my thing like I usually do, just with no running since my lungs are still filled up with razor blades. Maybe I'll take the kids out to dinner or something. I have no idea, but I'm sure that it will be fun.