Sunday, August 29, 2010

Why is Sunday considered the beginning of the week?

Aw, it's Sunday. The weekend winds down and the mental prep begins for the work week on Monday. How did Sunday become the first day of the week? Was it established in the beginning of time when God created everything as described in book of Genesis in the Holy Bible? I wonder how many people follow the biblical rules of resting on Sunday and keeping it holy by not working? Does not working include not doing any chores like cleaning, cooking, and running errands? If we do our chores on Sunday would that be considered a sin? What would be our atonement for this sin? I don't know any of these answers. I'll leave that to those more learned or inspired to discuss these issues and hand down their opinions to the rest of us. Okay, enough of that babble.

When my soon-to-be former husband and I agreed to a divorce settlement, I decided to ratchet up my return to the dating scene. My decision was based part out of curiosity and part out of my desire for companionship. It's been over two decades since I've been in the dating scene which primarily involved noisy and crowded party venues with hormone- or alcohol-filled young adults looking for fun for that night and rarely for much longer. So, where do I start? I don't want to delve into the dives of the club scene. After all, I'm a middle-aged, professional mother of three who is too busy to troll parties looking for a rough gem amidst a hedonistic milieu. Besides, how can you have an intelligent and audible conversation with music thundering in your ears?

I decide to subscribe to an online dating site. In order to increase my opportunities, I sign up for three sites: Tagged;; and Plenty of Fish. One of my first lessons from my reintroduction to dating is that it is a lot of work. It's like looking for a job. You present your best face (head shots), a glowing resume' (your online profile), and go through multiple interviews (online chats and messaging) in hopes of finding someone you'd like to meet in person. It's exhausting, entertaining, and frustrating. Through it all it's an interesting learning experience.

I'll share some of my stories in future posts because now it's time to get ready for church. Until then, take care and have a great week.


Saturday, August 21, 2010

I'm Back!

Yes, I'm back on the scene. My divorce is nearly final. We had our scheduling hearing on August 5 during which we came to an agreement on the terms of our divorce and child custody arrangements. I was almost right in my last post that I was at the 1/2 point in this process. It's been quite a ride filled with betrayal, accusations, greed, confusion, hurt, and pain. Real life is much more interesting than staged reality TV or soap operas. I've been entertaining my friends and family with the latest drama in my saga.

I haven't had the creative mojo in months. Separation, upheaval, drama, struggling to pay expenses, acute depression, weight gain, weight loss, and being overwhelmed has an affect on my mojo. Now that the bulk of this mess is over, I am hoping to establish a new normal and get that mojo back. It's sorely missed.

I'm looking at my massive stash of creative supplies and it doesn't make me happy. I am feeling the need to purge and purge big. Looking at all of these unused materials reminds me of the vast resources committed to acquiring these items which have been sitting idle for months and in some cases years. This situation doesn't bring any happiness to someone I could have given a handcraft piece of my love to or to me. This is unacceptable. This must be addressed soon, at least sometime after I brood over how overwhelming the task will be.

I've returned to the land of the dating after being absent (for the most part) for over two decades. It's a curious thing to be middle-aged and dating. My expectations have changed over the years but I find that not everyone else's have. For example, I expect that at my age I should be able to meet grown up men who are financially-responsible, emotionally-mature, self-respecting individuals. Boy, was I surprised! Tell me it ain't so that at 40-something these men are using the lines of 20-somethings, they want to by-pass "getting to know you" in favor of a quick ride in bed, and they're overly interested in superficial aspects of the opposite gender. What can I say other than, "Idiots!" I'll share more stories in future posts.

That's it for my reintroduction into the blogosphere. I hope you come back to visit again.