Hope

We found a dog park yesterday.

When we arrived to our new community on Tuesday and picked up the keys to our apartment, the woman at the leasing office said to our boy, Tobias, “You’re going to love our dog park!”

She must not have a dog.

Their “dog park” sucks. Sadly, it was a community amenity I was super excited about and… immediately let down.

Yesterday morning, we ventured out of the community on our morning walk. Toby and I have sunk deep into our homesickness. We miss our walks around Bozeman with parks and lakes nearby and different routes to keep it interesting. Now we live in a community of apartments where everything looks the same and we are far from everything else.

But we ventured out anyway and followed the sidewalk out of the community, not expecting much, but trying to lengthen our walk. Half a mile away, to our surprise and delight, we found a beautiful community pool, playground, and dog park! And it doesn’t suck!

I think these amenities belong to the housing development next door, but the dog park is unlocked and it’s awesome! Not Bozeman-dog-park awesome, but way better than the tiny patch of fake grass we have here. There’s real grass and space to run!

To Toby’s great disappointment, we haven’t met any dogs there yet. It’s probably too freaking hot. But we have hope.

We have hope. And we’re clinging to it with a death grip.

“Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying.” Romans 12:12

Tobias Pancake Cure. After running through the sprinklers.

5 things I hate about Texas

I hate the heat. (Are you trying to kill me, Tex?)

I hate the traffic and the freeways and how everything is at least 30 minutes away.

I hate the bugs. These black grasshoppers are ugly and menacing and if another one crawls out of my sink I might just perish on the spot.

I hate how ugly it is. I’m sure there are beautiful parts of the state, but so far? Fort Worth? Not. Pretty.

I hate that it’s not Montana. I am so homesick I could cry.

Apply yourself, Stupid.

What feels like a lifetime ago, but was, in reality, only a couple short months ago, at a restaurant (remember those?), the Manfriend told me I don’t apply myself. (Was that a run-on sentence? Er, question?) Anyway, it struck a nerve. And I totally let it ruin what would turn out to be one of our last visits to a restaurant. (Dang, I miss restaurants. And leaving the house.)

But this totally isn’t about restaurants (although, I miss them so much, it might turn out that way). No, this is about the truth of what he said. I don’t apply myself. I’m not sure a day has gone by (at least during the last 58 days I’ve been “temporarily” unemployed) (quotes because it’s only a matter of time that “temporary” becomes permanent) that I haven’t thought about that statement.

AND ABOUT HOW TRUE IT ACTUALLY IS.

I don’t apply myself. Oh, let me count the ways.

1. I hate my job. But I haven’t applied myself to finding a new one. (But, I mean, come on. Why bother now, amiright?)

2. I want to create digital embellishments for scrapbooking. But I haven’t applied myself to even figuring out how that’s done.

3. I want to start working out at home. Because walking is getting motherfucking BORING. But I haven’t applied myself to that, either. Never even done it once. IN 58 DAYS!

4. I want to learn how to bake bread. (And, no, not just cuz everyone is doing it!) My mom started baking her own sourdough years ago and I’ve been intrigued by the process. But applied myself I have not. (Like Yoda.)

5. I want to volunteer at church. Because serving others and, also, I HAVE NOTHING BUT TIME ON MY HANDS. But nope.

6. I want to learn Spanish. Now I could argue that with this I actually have applied myself (I’m on a 19-day Duolingo streak, thank you very much), but in reality? I’ve been wanting to learn Spanish since I started working in a 99% Spanish-speaking department. 8 YEARS AGO. Apply myself to that? Of course not. Of course I would apply myself to that only when it becomes unnecessary.

7. I want to lose weight. But, like, for good this time (LOL). Apply myself? No, instead I bought cookies while at Trader Joe’s. (Applying myself to cookies has never been an issue.)

I want to start a gratitude journal. I want to take more pictures. I want to learn a new skill. I want, I want, I want. But do I actually do any of it? Say it with me: No.

I apply myself to Instagram. I apply myself to Yahtzee and Scrabble. I apply myself to reading (but even then, not so much… I mean, I read one book this entire year until, under stay-at-home orders, I finally started reading Harry Potter). I apply myself to scrapbooking… sometimes. (You’d think with all this time on my hands I’d be all caught up, but no. So, even that’s kind of a fail.) I apply myself to watching Gilmore girls.

So, basically I apply myself to laziness which is really not applying myself at all and nothing whatsoever to be proud of. And, in hindsight, the Manfriend’s words struck a nerve because they were so, so true and, honestly, how dare he attack me like that.

Now, truth be told, I have no idea how to end this because I have absolutely no idea what’s to be done about any of it except to finally start applying myself. (Obvi.) But what does that look like? I’m going to have to think about this for a minute. Stay tuned. (I really freaking hope there’s something to stay tuned for.)

Oh, and also? Scrapbooking, Yahtzee, Scrabble, and Gilmore girls? When did I become such an old woman?

This is so not Financial30.

That is exactly what I said to the Manfriend yesterday after he purchased a grill that cost as much as a new cell phone. And you know what cell phones cost these days, right? A LOT. Like, I think I spent more on my new cell phone than I did on my laptop. (I may be broke now, but at least I have things.)

On May 7, the Manfriend and I embarked on what we are calling Financial30. Which is just like Whole30, but with money instead of food. On Whole30 you can’t eat. On Financial30 you can’t spend. Get it? We said no frivolous spending for 30 days. (We also said it’d be fun. Ha.)

I knew I had bad spending habits (I need all the things!), but it was pretty eye-opening those first couple of days when I suddenly could not buy all the things. And after having just moved into a new place, I easily could have bought all the things on Amazon with a couple taps on my new phone. (They make it so easy.)

First we failed Financial30 by buying new cell phones. We didn’t consider this a fail at the time, though. The monthly credit for trading in our old phones meant we’d actually be paying less per month. JUSTIFIED.

Then we failed Financial30 when we went to see Solo. This was already in our financial plans for the month as the Manfriend had bought tickets as soon as they went on sale. (Tickets that were wasted on me as I feel asleep halfway through.) Dinner with friends was part of the plan, too. Not part of the plan were the drinks, snacks, and candy we bought at the theater. (And theater snacks cost almost as much as this new cell phone.)

Then, yesterday, he bought The Grill. Technically, this isn’t my failure as he’s only my Manfriend and not my Husfriend, so this was his purchase with his money. Not mine. (I would have spent the money on something else. Like another gadget. Or a small island.) (And maybe it’s not even a failure at all. He spent so many months researching grills, reading reviews, and talking my ear off about it all that I’m not entirely sure I’d call it “frivolous.”)

So I couldn’t give him a hard a time about buying it. He looked so freaking happy! And his happiness made me happy! (And, plus, now he can cook all the dinners! Holla!) But I laughed as we drove off to Costco (to buy all the meat) and said, “This is so not Financial30.”

Five. It’s been a while.

Don’t expect this to last long. Regular posting, that is. Cuz it won’t. Trust me. We’ve been here and done this and IT DOESN’T LAST. So don’t expect me to stick around very long. But since I’m here, updates.

1. Back in I-don’t-know-what-month, I imported every blog post from every blog I’d ever created. And then I proceeded to comb through every post to ensure there were no broken links or missing images. And it proved to not only be a daunting and time consuming task, but one that would make me want to punch myself in the face OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Because 25-year-old me was painfully immature, selfish, and actually kind of bratty. And I probably wouldn’t be friends with her.

2. During this process, I finally hit “publish” on a few draft posts. I’m not entirely sure why I never published them before, but I have a feeling it’s because I have completely forgotten (or maybe never knew) how to end a post. Seriously. I get to the end and have said everything I want to say… and I just can’t wrap it up. So I hit save and walk away. But I read these posts for the first time in, like, years and decided they sounded pretty good as is. So, you can read this post about how scary it was to be an Uber driver. This one about my divorce (which was painful to read with all it’s hurt feelings and angst- especially now that I’m over it and happy). Or this one about how I’m a huge asshole and in which I apologize to both an author and an MLB pitcher.

There’s also this one, but it’s not a “post” so much as two sentences about why I hate young people. I came this close to deleting it (cuz it’s dumb), but I still hate young people, so.

3. During The Great Blog Compilation of 2017, I came across a post in which I declared my weight of 219 pounds. 219!! (Not a typo!) Um, did you know that’s OBESE? Happy to report that on any given Thursday (weigh-in day! holla!), I’m within a pound of 160. Haven’t decided on a goal weight yet. The thing is, I don’t feel like I’m trying. And if I have to pick a goal, then I have to actually start trying, right? I’d rather just keep eating and figure it out when I stop losing. Seriously, this has been the best most not-deprived way I’ve ever lost weight. I mean, sure, I had to basically stop eating everything I loved but once I got used to it and stopped crying, EASY PEASY.

4. Some things don’t change. I still don’t know how to end a post. In fact, I started writing this one (yes, this one, the one you’re reading) back in April and every time I come back to finish it, I scratch my head in confusion. What were my plans for numbers 4 and 5? After reading a lifetime’s worth of old blog posts, especially the ones where I spent TWO YEARS dragging my sad corpse of a marriage through divorce, there was so much I wanted to say, so much that has changed, so much that I needed to tell the world! Alas, I can never remember so I close the draft with every intention of coming back to it later. Here we are, a month later, WRITING ABOUT NOTHING. Still can’t remember.

5. I’m sure I could go back and read through some of those old posts to try and trigger my memory, but honestly? You couldn’t pay me enough. They’re either sad and pitiful or young and immature (see comments above about hating young people). And they’re not at all a good time. Right now, there are 15 old posts sitting in my draft folder waiting to be re-published once I find their missing images (where do images go, anyway?) and every time I start to work on them, I feel my 35-year-old spirit slowly dying inside.

(Dying spirits. How’s that for ending a post?)