Cha Cha Cha Changes.

My life is about to change in a big way…. both good and bad.  Most of the changes in our lives happen due to unexpected events….    There are a lot of changes going on in my life right now, changes I can’t talk about, but changes that will alter the course of my life.  I’m scared.  I either make it or I don’t.   I have little to zero control over what has happened, but I am in control of what I do now…  how I react to the situation, how I move forward.  I’m taking it one day (maybe an hour??) at a time so anxiety doesn’t consume me.

In addition to these changes, I spend a lot of time at the end of the year reflecting on the year, my choices, life happenstance.  This year, I made a lot of choices that are irreversable, and now, things beyond my control have altered my lifestyle…  I’ve been thrown up in the air, my feet are facing the sky, my back is down, and I’m looking to turn it around before the new year begins…  we shall see.   I have no idea how I’m going to land, but I am making a plan to land on my feet.

New Laugh Lines.

A quick entry to share a bit about my holiday’s thus far.

I spent Thanksgiving with a good friend.  We made a fabulous dinner…  drank fantastic wine, watched a few great movies….   All in all, a great holiday.  I do have new laugh lines around my eyes, and the ones around my mouth, much deeper….  I blame my girlfriend… 

I just returned home from visiting with old friends…. friends I “gave up” in the divorce.   Stupidest thing…   I thought my EX would need their support…. I was insecure/unsure how to handle the split.. Iit was easier for me to just let it go.    It was the fabulous A that encouraged me to reach out, and I’m glad that I did.  Its been years, but catching up this evening with some good, quality friends was one of the best things that happened to me this year.  I have made some very good friends in my lifetime, and I’m happy to say that I’ve reconnected with some top quality, good peeps.  I’m glad they have accepted me back into their lives…. I’m lucky to know such kind and understanding friends. 

I have a lot to be thankful for.  This Thanksgiving I’m thankful for good friends and family, and the friends and family that push me a bit out of my comfort zone to do be better, do better, live stronger.

Someone To Count On.

The move is over.  All items have been moved into my new home.  I now have the task of unpacking all my boxes, finding places for the things I have.    I moved from 1900 sq ft to 1200 sq ft so as I unpack, I will be selling stuff.  I do not plan on putting anything on storage – if I don’t use it, out it goes – I don’t need it.

The reason I write today is because of what is on my mind.  I have been very stressed out about my financial situation (no more cash cushion), the move, and my job.  Yes, when it rains, it pours.  I think there is a new strategy at play at work, and I will not be a part of this new strategy…  this news has come at a very bad time for me given my jump back into real estate.

This is the time that I would really love to have someone in my life that I could count on, that I could lean on.   Life is not easy – it often throws us curve-balls, I get it, but its at these times that it would be nice to have someone in my corner.  I am scared, I am stressed, I have a ton of anxiety….  I would love to be able to turn to a partner, my partner, and have them just give me a hug and say, “it will be o.k., we’ll get thru it together”.  I’d like to say I’ve had this in my life, but I haven’t.  I’ve had boyfriends that have comforted me, give me the support I needed, but alas it was not permanent.  My EX, did not know how to be supportive (compassionate, empathetice, etc..), but I thought that would change with marriage… FYI, it did NOT. 

Anyway, I think it takes a lot of work to have a relationship where someone truly has your back and you theirs.  That you can trust and they trust you – with your lives.   I have friends who have relationships like this, and its so nice to see its possible. 

My friends have been very supportive…  My peeps definitely take care of me, support me when I’m down, out, or otherwise dis-enchanted.  I’m lucky to have them in my life.

Moving Day is Here.

So, today is the LAST evening we will spend in our current home.  The cats and I are a movin’.  The place the ladies and I have call home, that we have rented for the last year and a half.   I cannot believe it, the beautiful craftsman home that has protected and comforted me during my reclusive years…..   I will never forget her.   I do wish I could have purchased her, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

My move tomorrow, into my new home, is what was meant to be.  Its a new adventure, a new beginning for  me.  I’m moving into my new home – a home I rearchitected (moved some walls around),  designed,  and pulled together.  I’ve worked with a wonderful construction crew who have given me guidance thru the process, and the outcome is more beautiful than I could have imagined on my own.   I know its the right place for me, in this time in my life.  But its different, and I’m still nervous… my heart is beating rapidly….   it feels surreal (I feel like I’m watching myself go thru it vs. really living it).   I think a part of the surrealness is just not believing is truly happening…

I am very lucky, very lucky indeed for this opportunity.  I’m excited to get  moved in and begin living my life.  I know I will next, become reclusive for a bit (once again)… but I will blossom I’m sure in the new year (I’m not much of a holiday type person.. too much focus on the wrong things like gifts and money vs. family and friends).. Anyway, I will get my new home in order quickly so that I can get back out there.

As most of you know, I’m really into New Years Day, but I am into the reflection and new beginnings that a new year gives us the opportunity to experience.  . I’ve already started reflecting on this year, what I’ve accomplished and not accomplished, how I’ve changed, how my goals have changed….  and looking inside myself to figure out where I want to go/what I want to do/be in the next year. 

O.k.. so, now that I’ve taken some time to reflect on what is happening, I need to get off my duff and finish packing.  Three strong men are coming to my house at 9am tomorrow to move my furniture and boxes into the new house.  We should be done by noon.  So by noon PST, the hardest part of the day will be over, and the settling in process can begin.

Road Trip.

I spent the weekend with family.  It was a busy but rewarding weekend.

The fabulous A’s came out, my niece and her daughter, and we drove a car to UT, the one she will  use to get herself to and from school.  Its a great beauty – an older truck that has been very well taken care of (thank you Dancing Queen) but has plenty of life left in her.  Her name – Ethel.  We loved Ethel, she is in the prime of her life.   I’ll post pictures of Ethel in a few days. 

We started our drive on Saturday morning, stopped off in Winemucca, NV (where “there is always something going on” according to the 100’s of billboards up to the Hills Have Eyes town) for a bite to eat, slept in Elko, NV, and finished our trip in Lehi, UT, which is where I’m now.  My flight from SLC to CA was cancelled this evening, I’m heading home to the cats tomorrow. 

I would normally be annoyed by the airlines not being able to get their act together, but not this time.  I feel relieved as now I am able to spend time with family.  My mom is taking caree of her a few of her grandkids – my youngest sisters kids. One of them is Bubba, a nephew that is near and dear to my heart. I fell in love with this little guy the minute I met him – named him Bubba myself.  Not because he looked like a fat man who played a part in Deliverance, but because he had the warmest spirit and biggest smile of any little boy I knew.  My heart melted, and Bubba has had a special place in my heart since.

Anyway, due to a family emergency, the boys are are here at Grandma’s.  And tonight, I’m the lucky one – I get to sleep with one of my favorite men of all time – Bubba.  I’m headed to bed soon, he is fast asleep…  so adorable!  I hear he snores and likes to kick….   who doesn’t?!??!

All in all, this is an experience I will remember.  Glad I did it. Puts a smile on my face just thinking about it.  And who doesn’t like a lady who smiles?

My Painted Lady.

So, the house is not ready yet, but the exterior painting is almost complete.  It should be done today.   The only things left to do are flooring and interior paint.  Then the appliances go in, then I move in!  Three weeks, and this will be my new casa.    Crazy.

Anyway, not much time to write, but attached is the picture of my painted lady…  I picked green for good luck.  🙂

2011 will be the year of Paula!!

New Home is Coming Along.

Home Sweet Home

I stopped by the new house today. Check out the progress.  The electrical work was signed off by the city, the insulation and wallboard goes in. By Friday, the house will seem like a house (instead of a disaster area).   I’ve been taking pictures along the way, so I’ll post some of the good before and after’s on the site.

I am 8 weeks into construction, and I have another 4 weeks to go.  I will be moving in early November.  Its crazy to think how this stroke of good luck came to me….

Anyway, I’ve attached a picture of the front of the house as it looks today.   The reason I decided to post the picture is because much wont change from what you see except the color.  To stay on budget, there are a few things that I just cant afford to do right now: 

  • fixing the delapidated/leaning front porch
  • add the new back deck
  • replace the yard/lawn area in the front as well as on the sides

All in all, these are items that are very nice to haves, but not must-haves.  Must haves are a kitchen, laundry room, bathrooms, etc..   As long as I can live in it comfortably, the rest will just have to wait.

Fig, Figs, and more Figs.

I have a fantastic fig tree in my backyard.  It is amazing.  Not only does it look good, it produces. And boy, this year with all the extra rain, it will have given me what feels like 1000’s of figs.

So,  I’ve been picking figs for a while now, picking and eating the ripe figs on a daily basis.  Now, more figs are ripening, and its happening at a pretty steady clip.  To give you an idea, last Saturday I picked 10 pounds of ripe figs from the tree!   Thats right, 10 pounds. I know for sure because I put them in a bag and then on the scale.  I measured twice.  10.1 pounds of figs.

Now, when I was picking the figs, I was NOT able to get the ones at the very tip top of the tree. I got the ones at my level (6 feet or below). I climbed into the tree and got all the ones in the tree and that were reachable from the strong arms of the tree.  However, there were some gorgeous, ripe figs that I was unable to reach (mostly at the top of the tree). 

I was sharing my fig-picking story with my friends, and they offered up a friend of theirs who is very very tall (unbeknownst to him).  It was all fun and games (but not entirely a bad idea – he is a  cutie!!).  Anyway, I accepted the offer to borrow a real fruit picker, which I will pick up this weekend (just to clarify, I’m borrowing a tool, not the guy).

So,  with my fig bounty, I spend all day Sunday preparing fig treats.   

  •  I made a batch of fig jam which is so good AND it has half the sugar of what the recipe called for – here is the fig preserve recipe I used, its De-Licious!!  
  • I am still drying about 2 lbs of figs now (the natural way, I do not have a dehydrator)
  • I took a bunch to work for co-workers
  • And still have 2 pounds or so left over for my personal eating pleasure

Needless to say, I went to bed Sunday in Fig Heaven.   Ahhhh..

But Monday morning, around 4am, I woke up with a start.  I heard major wrestling outside….  I got up, looked out the window, and there were what appeared to be a dozen raccoons on the grass and in the fig tree ..  having a party.  They were moving and shaking, talking to one another, it literally was a ‘coon bash in my backyard. 

I now lock the cats in the house in the evenings because of the raccoons so I knew they were safe,  but I went outside anyway to scare the raccoons off.  Hardly.  I threw rocks at the ones on the ground and they just scurried themselves up and into the tree. They totally didn’t care about me or the rocks…..  One of them climbed to the top of the tree and began eating a fig – just kept eating without a care in the world. 

Funny thing – they weren’t afraid of me, but when they started wresting around in the tree because of the flash on my camera, I got so scared I ran into the house, my heart beating wildly!  I’m such a wuss!

I will got out and pick figs again this Saturday…  and I plan to can a few (the mormon/polygamist is coming out in me).. as well as make fig and raisin bread pudding….   I welcome other suggestions as I have a lot of figs!

Moved On… Mostly.

So, I feel that I’ve mostly moved on (from the divorce).  I thought I had completely recoverd until recently. 

Most of the time when I think about th EX and his behaviors,  I just shrug and say “oh well,  his deal, not mine” and just move on.   I do this 90% of the time.  But that other 10% …well, I still have some work to do. 

You see, my EX is getting re-married.  Marrying the woman he cheated on me with (or one of the women, who knows).  This in and of itself doesn’t bother me, what is bothering me, and gets my blood boiling, is the years of my life he wasted.

For years my Ex was somewhere else…. check-out, missing, out of touch, disconnected. I asked him, over and over again, about  about his happiness, our relationship, his distance.  In fairness, we had a lot going on, it was not easy.  I struggled, he struggled…..  We struggled independently, never together.  Our struggles did not bring us closer.  I wanted them to, I asked and asked what I could do… I always got nothing – he said he was “fine”.

BUT he wasn’t fine.  He was living a double life – obviously very unhappy in his “public” life, but he never said anything.  I think this is what ultimately still gets be all worked up (the feelings I’ve not dealt well with) is the frustration/anger over the EX’s dishonesty.  The EX could have left in 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007..  I was begging him for communication, honesty and truth. I Gave him an out every time… I just wanted him to be happy, even if that meant NOT with me.   But he bold face lied to me  – said he was “fine”.   My nievate, his words, or a combination of both, made me believe that we could make it.  Knowing what I know now, makes me realize what a dumb ass I was.   And I HATE feeling like I’ve been played.

Its not my nievate that bugs me (it will soon enough though), its his dishonesty and the time I wasted because of it.   Had he just been honest with me, I could be in an entirely different place.  Had he said what he really felt (or at the very least talked about what he was doing), we could have seperated/divorced in 2005 (which is when I think he “disconnected”) and  I would be in an entirely different place. My life could have involved a new family, a loving husband, etc…. Now, at 40, I realize, I will be a great step-mom…   Three years is not a big deal on the larger scheme of things, but 3 years at 35-36 is a very big deal.

Yes, I hear you, another pitty party for Paula…  but honestly, its really hard NOT to think about how different my life could be right now had the EX  had an ounce of integrity and had just been honest.

Now, I am aware that I chose to stay in a less-than-ideal relationship, but I did it for the right reasons – I was in love.  I really thought/believed/felt that we could make it.  Had I known what I know today, I would have made very different decisions. And this is what frustrates me.  I wasn’t given the option to make the decisions that were best for me.

The good news is is that I believe this to be the last hurdle.  I do think that after I resolve my feelings about this I will be ready to get back out there.

Sometimes it just take a while to rebound, and my journey has been long and hard – 2008-2010 where the years of recovery and discovery.   2008 and 2009 are a bit hazy, 2010 has been a year of learning and getting myself back to the same place I was 10 years ago. You could say I’ve gone full circle, I’ve landed in the same “space” (obviously much older, wiser, and more mature) that I was 10 years ago –  I’m once again the “single, unmarried woman”, purchasing a house in an “up and coming” neighborhood…  

But 2011, 2011 will be my year, another Year of the Paula.  … . New home, healthy cats, a “daugther” with a degree, and now room in my heart and life for a new and loving partner.  2011 will be my year.   Watch out Paula fans!!

New Horizons.

So, today is the last day of my vacation. Tomorrow, Sunday, I’m on my way home, begin work on Monday, and fall back into the basic routine of my everyday life.

But today is one of the most memorable for me.  I just completed a vacation where I got uninterrupted time with both my mother and my neice. 

I spent 3 days, 2 nights with my mother, who told me stories about she and my father, about their parents, and their grandparents.  It was fascinating to learn more about my parents NOT as parents, but as people; as children, teenagers, and young folks; to hear about their lives, growing up, and the history that has influenced who I am.  I will share some of these stories as I process them.

I also  spent 3  nights, 3 days with my niece, who I feel as close to as a daughter (I imagine).  We talked about anything and everything; her children (3 and 1, the darlingist little ladies in the world!!), our family, our relationship, our past, her future….   I am so incredibly proud of her.   You see, I had custody of her years ago, during her teenage years.  Unfortunately for all of us, we needed to place her in a girls school for  a year.  We chose a school in Hurricane, UT because of its program to counsel vs. punish…  Today, 5 years later, my neice and I went to the school, drove thu Hurricane, and relived that difficult time.   The experience feels both like it happened yesterday AND forever ago.

The reason that today was so special for me is because of how much my niece has matured and what a great person she has become.  I knew this day would come, I had confidence in her, I believed in her… and today, her plans for herself and her girls, proved to me that the difficult experience we had was all worth it.   Its hard to believe that the 2 year old I fell head over heals in love with is now 21, a mother of 2 very happy and healthy girls, and a  college student.  She amazes me.

I have a few pictures of us, with town of Hurricane, UT behind us (so fitting).  What I’ve shared here is a view of Hurricane without us as to not blow my cover.  BTW, the pictures of us turned out fabulously – we are absolutely gorgeous!!  🙂