Today is January 1, 2015. Where does the time go? It has been three years and nearly five months since I had my gastric bypass surgery. It's also been nearly three months since I last blogged here. I'm going to try to improve on that!
I don't know about you, but I'm glad to see 2014 leave. It was a year of ups and downs--the most notable "up" being my return to North Carolina and teaching; the most notable "down" the death of my dear friend, William. (I'm not going to post about him today--I'm still too raw. Perhaps in the weeks to come...)
Do you make New Year's resolutions, only to find you've broken them a week or two or three (if you're good!) later? My ONLY New Year's resolution is to try to blog more often. It helps me--and I've had feedback that it helps others, so why wouldn't I? I know that life gets in the way sometimes, but I am truly going to make an effort to write at least once a week!
It's 6:15 in the morning; I've been awake since before 5:30. My body has become used to "school hours", and even on the weekends (let alone vacation), it wakes me. On this first day of a new year, I'm reminded of a New Year's Day six years ago...
My cat Emily, who has since passed away, bit James on New Year's Eve. He had kept her for me while I went to New York (I needed a cat sitter because I was having new tile floors put in my bathroom.) Although I had warned James to be careful with her, (She was VERY temperamental), he cornered her and she bit him. As a result, he and I spent ALL of New Year's Day at a walk-in clinic in Raleigh. And when I say all day, I mean hours and hours and hours. It took more than six hours of sitting and waiting to see the physician on duty. When we finally did, James had the wound cleaned and was given an injection of an antibiotic; then the wound was wrapped and we were on our way.
I thought we were going to get some lunch/dinner. It was after 4pm, and I hadn't eaten all day. Instead, James drove directly onto the highway instead of going to the TGI Friday's which was literally up the road from the walk-in. When I asked him about it, he became ANGRY. VERY angry. And his anger was no joke. He started speeding on the highway--doing at least 90. I was terrified. I mean terrified. I was crying and begging him to slow down or to stop and let me out. i have never been so afraid of another human being in my life. I tried to break up with him once we got home, but he cried and begged for another chance. I relented...like a fool. And while that was my FIRST meeting with James' evil temper, it was not the last.
You may be asking yourself WHY I'm telling this story today. After all, it happened six years ago--it's history. Yeah, it IS history, but history is doomed to repeat itself unless YOU learn from it. And fortunately, I HAVE learned. Recently, a man I've been dating KICKED one of my cats. The cat jumped out of nowhere, as cats are wont to do. Tony's reaction? He KICKED my cat, and then, after my horror-filled reaction, he had the audacity to suggest I get "rid" of the cats. So what did I do, dear reader? Of course I did! I got rid of Tony. There is no room in MY life--NOR in YOURS--for a person who would be cruel to an innocent animal. EVER.
I had been seeing Tony and another guy, D. D is nothing like Tony (or James, for that matter). He is quiet and laid back, tall, handsome and just a gentle soul. He's also patient, which is unfamiliar and wonderful for me. He is very attracted to me--he's made no secret of that--but he's willing to wait until I'm ready for the relationship to progress further. We've had three very nice dates, and I'm making him dinner on Saturday night. We'll see what, if anything, is to come of this. The good news is that he likes me and is attracted to me, which I find both intriguing and sexy as hell.
And if he's the "right" one? Only time will tell. But I do know that he won't be tearing up a highway or kicking my cat--and for now, that's enough.
Happy New Year! May 2015 bring you all kinds of happiness! May you live, laugh and love EVERY day!
(WHO is this woman??)
I don't know about you, but I'm glad to see 2014 leave. It was a year of ups and downs--the most notable "up" being my return to North Carolina and teaching; the most notable "down" the death of my dear friend, William. (I'm not going to post about him today--I'm still too raw. Perhaps in the weeks to come...)
Do you make New Year's resolutions, only to find you've broken them a week or two or three (if you're good!) later? My ONLY New Year's resolution is to try to blog more often. It helps me--and I've had feedback that it helps others, so why wouldn't I? I know that life gets in the way sometimes, but I am truly going to make an effort to write at least once a week!
It's 6:15 in the morning; I've been awake since before 5:30. My body has become used to "school hours", and even on the weekends (let alone vacation), it wakes me. On this first day of a new year, I'm reminded of a New Year's Day six years ago...
My cat Emily, who has since passed away, bit James on New Year's Eve. He had kept her for me while I went to New York (I needed a cat sitter because I was having new tile floors put in my bathroom.) Although I had warned James to be careful with her, (She was VERY temperamental), he cornered her and she bit him. As a result, he and I spent ALL of New Year's Day at a walk-in clinic in Raleigh. And when I say all day, I mean hours and hours and hours. It took more than six hours of sitting and waiting to see the physician on duty. When we finally did, James had the wound cleaned and was given an injection of an antibiotic; then the wound was wrapped and we were on our way.
I thought we were going to get some lunch/dinner. It was after 4pm, and I hadn't eaten all day. Instead, James drove directly onto the highway instead of going to the TGI Friday's which was literally up the road from the walk-in. When I asked him about it, he became ANGRY. VERY angry. And his anger was no joke. He started speeding on the highway--doing at least 90. I was terrified. I mean terrified. I was crying and begging him to slow down or to stop and let me out. i have never been so afraid of another human being in my life. I tried to break up with him once we got home, but he cried and begged for another chance. I relented...like a fool. And while that was my FIRST meeting with James' evil temper, it was not the last.
You may be asking yourself WHY I'm telling this story today. After all, it happened six years ago--it's history. Yeah, it IS history, but history is doomed to repeat itself unless YOU learn from it. And fortunately, I HAVE learned. Recently, a man I've been dating KICKED one of my cats. The cat jumped out of nowhere, as cats are wont to do. Tony's reaction? He KICKED my cat, and then, after my horror-filled reaction, he had the audacity to suggest I get "rid" of the cats. So what did I do, dear reader? Of course I did! I got rid of Tony. There is no room in MY life--NOR in YOURS--for a person who would be cruel to an innocent animal. EVER.
I had been seeing Tony and another guy, D. D is nothing like Tony (or James, for that matter). He is quiet and laid back, tall, handsome and just a gentle soul. He's also patient, which is unfamiliar and wonderful for me. He is very attracted to me--he's made no secret of that--but he's willing to wait until I'm ready for the relationship to progress further. We've had three very nice dates, and I'm making him dinner on Saturday night. We'll see what, if anything, is to come of this. The good news is that he likes me and is attracted to me, which I find both intriguing and sexy as hell.
And if he's the "right" one? Only time will tell. But I do know that he won't be tearing up a highway or kicking my cat--and for now, that's enough.
Happy New Year! May 2015 bring you all kinds of happiness! May you live, laugh and love EVERY day!
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