Yes, I am an Oddball.

Its late and its been a busy day. I think I mentioned before that my best friend lost her mom a few weeks ago. Her memorial service was today, not fun. No one loves funerals but this one was more intense than most due to some family disagreements. It was painfully clear that my friends cousins do not consider her or her 3 kids to be "real" family. I can't tell you how often she was referred to as "Aunty's ADOPTED daughter." Huge emphasis on the adopted. None of them sat with her at the reception after the church service or even checked in with her to make sure she was okay.  I sat with her and made sure she had something to eat and someone to talk to. It was insane how divided they were.

As everyone who reads knows, I moved in with P&H at the end of June. It was - and still is - a big adjustment but overall a good one. I've learned  that I was right about a couple things like:  I don't enjoy sleeping (actual sleeping, like for rest and rejuvenation) with people and pets in the bed with me. I sorta knew this from previous relationships. I’m not a cuddly person in general but especially when I’m tired and want to rest. In the beginning I ended up sleeping on the big comfy couch in the basement pretty frequently. Now I’d say I think about heading down there at least once a week but only actually sleep there once every couple weeks. Pets have been entirely banned from the bedroom during the night. Don’t worry, they are all given super yummy treats before the door is closed, and they have free rein over the couches and chairs and kids beds too.  I think they actually look forward to us going to bed now. The kids were going to get to me. This one act...

The past week has been...awful. It all started Friday when one of my oldest friend, K, texted saying she felt like a gallbladder attack coming on. K has battled gallstones for going on 4 years now. Her attacks started like mine, crazy nausea, vomiting, exhaustion. Unlike my single attack (MRI confirmed that it resolved and hasn't come back, knock wood), hers would resolve and come back. Each time the attacks would get worse and lately if they they landed her in the ER needing pain and anti-nausea medications. Her GP is very aware of this situation and had referred her to a surgeon...who couldn't see her for 6 weeks. Her appointment with him was still 4 weeks away when this attack started. She called her GP and was told to go right to the hospital. If the symptoms got bad enough they would remove the gallbladder on an emergency basis. She texted me Saturday afternoon that they were taking her in for surgery. I tried calling her later that night and a few times on Sunday but she ...

It really did, I guess I've settled into life here with H,P& the kids. It still feels weird to not live with Orion but he visits all the time and I go back "home" to pick up mail and say "Hi!" to my parents at least once a week. I miss Horace the cat, seeing Ri every day and sleeping alone but I knew that I would miss all those things from the start and still chose to move in here. Most of it feels right. I think I just miss alone time. One thing that does have me confused and maybe even a little upset is the lack of sex. I'll admit it, a big part of why I thought moving in would be a good idea was the ready access. Turns out it doesn't work that way, we actually have less sex now. We've had sex maybe 3 times since I moved in. We've blown P a few additional times which is fun to do but ..I have to admit I find our sex life to be lackluster at best lately and it sucks. I like sex, kind of a lot and I think we should be having more of it. Sad...

Never a Dull Moment around here I tell you. Sunday, P replaced the broken side mirror on H's car, after it was installed everything seemed to be fine. Monday night H loaded youngest daughter into the car to go swimming. P and I stayed home to make dinner. About 5 minutes after she left she called P. All I heard was "What? Smoke? Where are you? I'm coming!" and then P shouted to me that he had to go and then the door slammed. I finished dinner and started plating for the other kids (B had 2 friends over) when H texted and P called at the same time. Turns out there was a short in the electrical system and her van was on FIRE!! Luckily they were less than a mile away, P got there within 3 minutes of the phone call and was able to put the fire out with the extinguisher he put in the trunk. but since 911 was called the firemen & police were at the scene just a couple minutes later. They disconnected the battery and called a tow truck. P can probably fix it, but man is ...

And its going well. I guess I'm settling in well. My only complaint so far is that I'm exhausted all the time. P & H are both early risers, I am not. Not even a little bit. Sadly I'm also a very light sleeper so when they get up, I wake up and generally I can't go back to sleep. I have to admit I'm tired and it's making me a little cranky. Also I'm not exercising like I wanted to be. It's hard to fit in when I want to be asleep by 9 at night. I have the next two weeks off work and I'm really, really looking forward to it. So far I have unpacking, the beach, a yoga class or two and sleeping late on my list.

Really not much else to say, the move went well. I think I'm settling in ok. Sleep is well, sleeps been better. But I'm very used to sleeping in my little bed all by myself. Sleeping in a very big bed with two other people for more than one or two nights is...new. Not really bad but I find that I do miss the "alone" time. There are many needy pets here (as I type Bailey the Blue Eyed Pup is staring at me and whining for attention) Princess the DachPuggle demanded I put the laptop down on the bed so she could sit on my lap for to cuddle. Plus 3 trouble-making cats. I love all these animals, the dogs especially, but none of them are my sweet orange Horace-Cat. Sadly, it was decided that Horace should stay with Orion at my mom and dad's.  It's the home he's always known, where he is an only cat (he hates other animals with a ferocious passion) and can safely be indoor/outdoor at will (mom and dad live on a very quiet dead end road in a very quiet little town....

Tomorrow (technically 10 minutes from now) is my birthday, it's also supposed to be my "official" moving day. I wish I could say I was excited about either of these events but....I'm not. Moving doesn't seem real yet and at my age a birthday is really just another day. Tomorrow's agenda includes: Sleeping past 8am (I probably won't) Packing (I HATE packing) Dropping off the stuff I've packed Coffee (because I love coffee) Super exciting stuff I tell you. .....Maybe I'll blow off all the grown up crap and head to the beach, always a good option.