New Life Needed.

Sorry. No pictures today. Bummer as I always like to add pictures.

I took a sick day today.  I couldn’t get out of bed today.  The gravity of my life situation has hit me squarely in the face and heart. Plus I hate the holidays.  Yes, I’m a grinch. I love to burl myself a little next during the holidays and let only a few, quality folks in.   I’ll share my grinchy-ness with you, everyone needs a Holiday grinch – how else would you know what the holiday is about for you?

Anyway, I missed my team call today.  Why do you ask?  Because I was in bed, recovering from a long night AND having a Poor Paula moment.

I had a doozy of a night. And while this will bring thoughts of me, out partying with my friends, meeting handsome men and having copious amount of sex with them, it was not one of those nights.  My boyfriend, the A-Train and his son were arrested at the airport.  I picked them up from the airport police station (who knew all airports have one of these?!)  ..This is a story I will tell in detail in the next few days (I know you can hardly stand it!!?!?).
In addition to not getting home until 2am, I had both the runs and the dry heaves, which I managed to get by eating bad leftovers.  A mixup at home BECAUSE I always order the same damn thing – eggplant chicken, medium spicy.   So I couldn’t tell the leftovers from last week from the leftovers from last week.  A mean that I will not be getting again for a while.   Do not ask me how I managed to “spill” on the floor, I feel like its one of the great wonders of the world right now.
And now I’m on the couch, working, trying to get my work done, and I have let one of my cats (yes I have two, I did consider calling this blog “The Crazy Single 2-Cat Lady” or some such name) out no less than 37 times in the last 2 hours.  She is driving me crazy… I need a kitty door.

Or a new life.  Calgon take me away (if there is anyone else out there that remembers the Calgon commercials from yester-year).

3 thoughts on “New Life Needed.

  1. Anonymous January 27, 2014 / 9:32 pm

    So when do we get to hear about the airport police station story. Inquiring minds want to know


  2. Herald Spain November 26, 2013 / 5:01 pm

    Ouch Paula,
    that is one hell of a day. Last first, who does not remember “Calgon take me away”. The world of shared experiances is much larger than you might imaging. Most of us have been sick from bad take out left overs. Could of been much worse you could of spilled it on your new Armani jacket! Or vomited while at the airport police station. I very serious crime punishable by a mandatory flight to Istanbul, with no drinks, sitting between two buissness men who have not discovered antiperspirant, only to get back on the plain and fly right back sitting net to a bunch of crying kids.

    True the Holliday’s can be rather glum times for many. The darkness comming early each day and the shocking realization that another year is about to come screaching to and end, always makes me think about that question the guidance person asked, “are you better off than you were last year?”

    My answer is, least I am not pulling the nightshift as a portable bathroom vacuum serviceman! Yikes it could always be a good deal worse.

    The poor Paula stuff will pass. Who knows you may get invited to a good Holliday party or two, enjoy great wine meet Mr. Right or mr. right now!

    Be well HS


  3. Separated Dad November 26, 2013 / 4:13 pm

    Poor you.. 😦

    Last night, my daughter’s new husband (a post I need to write) broke down on I-95 and they were calling me late at night last night. At least I didn’t have to leave my house to solve the problem. Sounds like you had a much rougher night. Also, I think that the result of bad leftovers trumps my Man Cold. 🙂


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