Food

Another reason why I wished I live in NYC and why I am most thankful that the NY Times is online.

Sydney and the Sausage Factory

New beau and I moving along well and progressing nicely in the relationship. As a consequence of my spending copious amounts of time at his residence, my barking baggage (Foster and Sydney) are now full time residents of casa de new beau.

Enamoured as most dog lovers, who don't currently own dogs are - was he in the beginning honeymoon stage. Reality has set in and the dogs are bored. Do you blame them? This is their fourth residence in a 10 month time span. Behavior problems have hit an all time high with a certain female dog name Supermodel Sydney who is living up to every bit of her high and mighty/snobbish nickname. Digging, barking for no reason, scratching paint off of freshly painted back door, CHEWING UP PATIO FURNITURE.... yeah - not the highlight of my life on that one.

Sydney enters doggie behavior rehab on Friday and for the first time in her short little life I will be away from her for 2-3 weeks. The very nice lady who probably thinks I am COMPLETELY NUTS as evidenced by my mention about feeling guilty about Sydney being on lock down during Christmas and she happily reminded me that dogs don't know about Christmas- WHEW, good thing I am gonna go mold young minds one day.

9:00 AM Friday we have a consultation and if she is accepted then she will spend the next 2 weeks at doggie rehab. If not.... sausage factory here we come (Just kidding, but don't tell her because I think she might believe us).

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Oh boy.... has anyone ever forgotten all the password combinations to their blog and not been able to reset them. Don't get me started on why I can't seem to remember the answer to my security question.

I have morphed back to Kara McGee, no really - even the Social Security Administration along with the DMV... allegedly (I have yet to see the proof). The only place that has me with the douche bag's last name is my bank.... there's irony for you. I really held back during the d-process from ragging on the d-bag and whilst taking the highroad is always a challenge I cling to it for a variety of reasons - mostly karmic so just read between the lines on that bank comment.

So, a brief update - I've moved to a bigger place, a different city, have a new boyfriend, have a new name - you know just your every day kinda stuff going on.

Regarding the new place, I signed the lease a week after I met NB (talk about timing) and it's 10 miles in the opposite direction from where he lives (approx 30 -60 minutes depending on traffic and 5 cities away). NB loves...art, music, my dogs, his FOUR kids (yes, I said four- talk about winning the jackpot - infertility person finding true love with four little ones?!?!?) obsessed with the Kennedy family almost as much as me, is a foodie, possibly could be talked into doing yoga, makes me laugh (hysterically) and smile till my face hurts. More on NB later...

I am so ready for the weekend to start and guess what will be the highlight - meeting the one and only KATE... Check back on Monday for a full update!

Simple Kind of Life

I broke out the No Doubt last night and listened to this song about 9,856 times. I don't know if there is a song that quite captures how I feel about my marriage ending other than this....

"Simple Kind of Life"

For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells

And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife

I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean
I don't know how it got to this point
I always was the one with all the love
You came along, I'm hunting you down

Like a Sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?

I always thought I'd be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like you'd be a good dad

Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life
How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?
A selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

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Ughhhhhh Divorce SUCKS

Food

This is a difficult time of year for me to eat healthy as bags of Halloween candy lurk around every corner in the market. My downfall is the Reese's peanut butter cup - in any size. I am an addict so it doesn't matter what color the wrapper is, big, little, miniature.... I'll take whatever I can get my hands on.

Happily, I came across the Clif Builder bar with a WHOPPING 20 grams of protein and the bonus is that it doesn't taste like you are sucking on a penny. I have to say most meal replacement bars have so many vitamins and minerals that you can taste them while your eating it which might not be a problem if you are running a marathon but certainly is a problem if you are eating one at your desk with a vending machine within a stone's throw.

Trader's has them for $1.49 and they are pretty good. I usually eat 2/3 of it around 10:00 AM and that keeps my tummy happy until lunchtime which can happen anytime between 11:30 and 1:00 depending on my schedule and then finish off the rest of the bar in the afternoon.

Breaking the Girl

The Stipulated Judgement has been signed and I spent more time than I should have with the soon to be EX, last Sunday.

The high road, while so often the road less traveled was my constant companion that day and I walked away feeling deflated, defeated and just a tad broken.

Divorce sucks.

Food

Nothing says fall in Southern California like recovering from a second degree sunburn (it was 90 degrees on Friday - two words, GLOBAL WARMING) while wearing a turtleneck because it's 49 degrees in your office and a chilly 74 degrees outside. Yes, 74 is chilly when your body has become acclimated to temperatures that exceed 100 degrees, for months at a time. Furthermore, if you think I am whiny about it... you should see my pups in the morning. Upon opening the slider, Sydney will just look at me - her face says " Really, you really want me to go out THERE?!?! Yeahhhh right, your nuts lady". This morning I had to resort to trickery and throw a cookie to get her outside. If felt horrible... bad puppy mommy.

To celebrate fall, I bit into this apple today and now I want to go buy a bag of those caramels and sit by a fireplace...with my turtleneck on.