tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post6279281885522691949..comments2023-12-29T12:10:10.373-05:00Comments on Menopausal Stoners: Turning the PagePENolanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17920921974302444898noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-53505891668407378332010-11-02T17:12:50.785-04:002010-11-02T17:12:50.785-04:00dissed, I'm going into the farmlands of Southw...dissed, I'm going into the farmlands of Southwest NY state this weekend to meet with World Wide Hippies about this Joint Venture. That's the way this wind is blowing.<br /><br />And I'm remembering fish and bicyclesPENolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920921974302444898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-27137955976839249112010-11-01T20:42:45.553-04:002010-11-01T20:42:45.553-04:00There's a lot to be said for being divorced fr...There's a lot to be said for being divorced from a decent man. I didn't manage it, myself -- he's indecent as all hell. I can imagine life without him just fine, as there are worse things than being alone. If you need Buzz Kill, he'll be along soon enough. You won't need him, though. You won't need that other guy, either. They'll recede to the far side of the dissednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-82159067648800384832010-11-01T20:36:39.468-04:002010-11-01T20:36:39.468-04:00The third glass - my favorite.The third glass - my favorite.PENolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920921974302444898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-22832627895246463462010-11-01T17:57:30.459-04:002010-11-01T17:57:30.459-04:00Stop by Memphis on the way. I'll buy dinner a...Stop by Memphis on the way. I'll buy dinner and laugh at your jokes (especially after the second glass of wine).corticoWhathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12559817788925682627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-15269907413306923542010-11-01T15:34:01.448-04:002010-11-01T15:34:01.448-04:00Granny, the trouble seems to be that I DO kick the...Granny, the trouble seems to be that I DO kick their asses to the curb and then I feel guilty.<br />But I don't have to wash BK out of my hair - I just have to learn how to fix stuff around the house for my own self. He's been taking care of all those "handy" jobs the whole time we've been divorced. It must really piss off his girlfriend.<br />As for that other man, *sigh* PENolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920921974302444898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-48227441740365179042010-11-01T12:49:04.509-04:002010-11-01T12:49:04.509-04:00when I was reading your post a song popped into my...when I was reading your post a song popped into my head...."I have to wash that man right out of my head."..kick his ass to the curb, come to Texas and start your new life...if he follows you I'll kick his ass for you..hayellowdoggrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14906624317290990109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-15423690414114998852010-11-01T12:09:14.544-04:002010-11-01T12:09:14.544-04:00Sometimes we get so buried in our own shit that we...Sometimes we get so buried in our own shit that we can't see a way out. Lucky for you, me and a lot of others, life had other plans for us. Overall, it's worth the effort of living. As for letting go, it's interesting that after all this time divorced, there's still a part of you that can't see life without him. That says to me, that there's still some love for the guyVVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08751403913379728345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-17855060396710309542010-10-31T21:30:06.207-04:002010-10-31T21:30:06.207-04:00Never saw that movie, Jaliya, but sometimes people...Never saw that movie, Jaliya, but sometimes people say I look like Julianne Moore. I think it's the hair.<br /><br />Buzz Kill came over today and started taking down the living room shelves - so the apartment is even more bare tonight than it was this morning. I told him I couldn't imagine him not in my life. He said that of course he'd always be in my life, and not just because of PENolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920921974302444898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124480884494186487.post-82510112177671985502010-10-31T13:24:30.386-04:002010-10-31T13:24:30.386-04:00Oh, honey. What a post. I'm so with you.
Some...Oh, honey. What a post. I'm so with you.<br /><br />Somehow, in your telling of this story, I'm reminded of the movie *The Hours* and Julianne Moore's character who decides to stay alive for her son (about Velvet's age when you took that photo of him at Tavern on the Green) ...<br /><br />So glad you chose to stay ...<br /><br />Sometimes I think that we can't imagine our Jaliyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02868006713291780694noreply@blogger.com