Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Gypsy Boy goes and grows up on me.

This morning my son got dressed, brushed teeth, got his bookbag together and made his lunch....

All without my assistance.

I started to scream with joy - then sob hysterically.

At least I waited until after he walked into school so I didn't embarrass him to death.

And for the record, I don't recall being asked permission for him to go and get all grown.

I guess he did that without me too...... *sniff*

Monday, March 16, 2009

Gypsy Mom Goes Out on the Town

Well happy good Monday to ya!

Dang... I tried.

Crappy Monday.


(shake it off)

Oook, so the weekend went all to fast, as usual. It was jammed packed with drama and pre-St. Pattys Day mayhem.

Wouldn't be me with out it, eh?

Friday night my best friend was taking pity on me by inviting me over for chinese and wine.

Then part 3 of our "core" trio got canned and we were a sad bunch of saps drowing our day in cheap wine and chinese food.

It doesn't sound much different than most of our get-togethers, just with a double helping of boo-hoo's and why-me's.

So Saturday I spent the whole ever-loving day moving what I thought would be the rest of my furniture from Ex-Guy's house.

That. Blew.

My poor Step-dad and his having to move me every-other-month.

I need to buy him something.

For real.

Anyhoo, 5 hours later we smashed ALMOST everything I own into a 10x15 storage locker and called it a day.

First off, let me tell you - if there is an award that exists for super-fantastic-storage-reorganization, then you can all just back out of the running right now.

I would rule.

Second of all, there is something really fantastic or really pathetic about being able to jam your life into that kind of space.

Whichever it is - I'm there.

Oh, and the other really great thing : nothing like looking at boxes full of your crap that someone looked at, took inventory of, then flung into a bunch of copy paper boxes.

Good times, good times.

AND Ex-Guy tried to pawn all the "relationship" stuff on me - you know, the pictures, trip scrapbooks ...blah, blah, blah.

Nuh-uh skipper - that's yer boat.

Sail on.

So with a cloudy head and a gluteous-majorly-maximus full of impending muscle spasms, we got pretty much everything out of that place.


And, since nothing says "hey you should go drink like a fish", like being expelled from your house and living with your parents at *ahem* 31 - best friend (again) asked me over for dinner (and cooked, yehaw!), and we headed out for our friends bday.

Stop #1 - good times (which may or may not have included gravy fries).

Stop #2 - bad, bad idea.

While walking in the door at Stop #2 I get greeted with "he's here!".

*blank stare*

"HE'S here"

Well ain't that the friggin bees knees.


Well being the sophisticated female that I am, I suck it up, laugh it off and apparently chased off he and all of his cohorts with my presence alone.

Ah, nothing makes a girl feel better than clearing the place.

There might've been a bought of crying in a ladies room.

And there might have been a girl I know.... or resemble..... or am... that might have blabbered on excessively about what an ass-face Ex-Guy is.


Not one of my finer moments, but at least it was to my closest friends who will only bring it up once my emotional scars and the guilty twinges wear off.


With this, I decided to NOT go out and hang with my friends for post-pre-St. Patty's Day- celebratons on Sunday and painted things at the new house instead.

And there might have been a girl I know.... or resemble..... or am... that might have blabbered on excessively about what an ass-face Ex-Guy is.

But at least it was to myself and at least I will forgive me when the paint fumes and guilty twinges wear off.


Side note : To that person that oh-so-kindly pointed me to Ex-Guy's Facebook page which spouted "Ex-Guy is tired of cleaning his house, especially since HE didn't cause the mess", thanks but no thanks.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I went to the gym this morning.

At 5:30 am.

Wait, before you check the web address - you ARE at the correct blog.

I have not lost my mind.

And this is the 4th day this week! Yay me! My friends and I have been meeting each other there, and knowing that I had told them I would be there made a big difference. It's like I would bail if it was just up to me, but I knew I told them I would, so I showed up.

I might have been cursing them the whole way, but I showed up.

So life is definitely getting harder in some ways, but easier in other ways. This is a good thing.

I've actually made it to the bottom of my street almost every day this week without thinking that I could just swing by Ex-Guy's house to see if he or super-wonderful-new-supermodel-girlfriend is the there. I've stopped making up dumb reasons to send him a text and I've just been moving on.

Of course the retard had to go and join Facebook, but I'm working on dodging that bullet too.

All in all, things are moving around. The part that has gotten hard is working on the new house.

But it's a good hard because we'll be able to move our of my parents quicker (woot!) and I can move on with my life quicker.

This is also a good thing.

Oh and I love my son dearly, but sleeping in a twin bed with him very well may kill me.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Gypsy Mom Goes on a Tangent

This is not a breakup blog.

But I am in the midst of a breakup, so I don't have a whole lot more going on right now.

Stick with me here kids.

Now you and I both know that breakups blow. I mean, if you're Mr. Breaker and not Mrs. Breakee, you might be looking at this breakup as a new leash on life. I, being said breakee, am not so thrilled.

Granted - I was staying in this relationship for all the wrong reasons. I had a case of the as-soon-as-"this"-or-" that"-happens-things-will-go-back-to-how-they-were and a little of the I-can't-possibly-start-over-again-at-30-freakin'-1, with a touch of the Gypsy-Boy-will-be-devastated.

I wasn't there yet.

Breaking up was probably a good thing.

But I wasn't there yet.

Ex-Guy living 2 blocks away from my parent's house - not so good.

Do you know how hard it is to resist a drive-by when said drive-by could be done just driving the kid to school or running to the grocery store?

I'm a deleter. You break up with me - I delete you.

Your number, your email, your memory - *delete*.

Deleting someone is a lot easier when (a) you still have stuff at the house they kicked out of, (b) myspace won't let you delete the account and (c) he still has your dog.

And myspace? Yea, you can go ahead and die now. Nothing good can come from myspace. And I can't cancel my myspace because I can't access the old email address where the cancel confirmation goes.


I seriously do not need to know if Ex-Guy "is SMILING" and his mood is "hopeful" with a big stupid smiley face.

THEN when that girl that Ex-Guy used to send all of those inappropriate emails to awhile back is also "smiling" and her mood is "happy" with a big smiley face (also stupid) thinks I smell an inside conversation.

Of course her profile is private and I have only my guesses to go off of.

And we see I'm obviously psycho.

Oh and while we're talking about all of the joyful things that are in my face - please don't say to yourself, "gosh, dating him will be so great because we have all the same friends!".

If you say this, find someone that you love dearly and get that someone to punch you in the face.

Unless you enjoy the feeling of being punched in the gut 3 years later when he breaks up with you by email.

Holy crap. That was so bitter.

I'm turning into that bitter girl.

Holy crap.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Gypsy Mom Goes to a Bull Roast

A couple of months ago I bought tickets for Ex-Guy and I to go to a bull roast with a bunch of our friends. Now this seemed like a fantastic idea until Ex-Guy went a got a wild hair up his butt and dumped me.

In assuming my single gal status, my friend and her hubs picked me up for the ball in their .... SUV. We get to the hall, cop a squat at our tables, filled up some draft beers and globbed our plates with buffet nosh. Things were looking right fine.

Being that this was my first outing since the big split, I was sweating it. Like a lot. I started to prepare myself for the "Where's Ex-Guy" and "Aww, heard about you and Ex-Guy".... blah, blah, blah.

Well no sooner had I finally exhaled and started to grub away, when the subject of Valentine's Day came up and all of the things that people did that didn't involve candy and cards and crap like that. So when one gal pal mentions that she had gone to a bar crawl on Vday, I say that's what I should've done - then another chick say "Yea, there's a lot of things you should've done" and starts cracking up with another girl a'la inside-joke style.

Uh, 'scuse me?

Pardon moi?

Oh but she followed it up with a, "but I love ya".


Yea, so you can bite that one.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Gypsy Mom Goes Back Home

Just when I thought ol' Gypsy Mom was about to settle down - shabam! Dumpsville... population moi.

Ah yes, it has happened again.

And here I am, smack dab in the same exact spot that I was 10 years ago - almost to the day.I'm living with my parents.

Let that one settle in for a second.

31....Living with parents.


And don't you forget Gypsy Boy - couldn't spare him this little adventure.

But yea, that's what we're up to nowadays.

So the two of us have been living with my parents for just over a week now, sleeping in a twin bed together and begging the house gods to finish our remodel so that we can move.

(The house gods being me and my parents. And I don't seem to respond to begging. Ahem.)

Ex-Guy and I have been together for almost 3 years - living together, the whole she-bang - but week leading to the break felt like the calm before the storm.

I haven't been happy, but I thought it was a rough patch... people go through those, right?

Well... looks like we didn't make it through.So Gypsy Boy and I are off onto the newest stage in our life.

We've always made it through, and I'm sure we will again... off we go!