The First Wives Club

Remember the movie “The First Wives Club” with Goldie Hawn, Diane Keaton and Bette Midler? Well, the movie is based on three women who have all gone through a divorce and decide to start this “club”. Throughout the film they decide to get back at each ex-husband and pretty much ruin their lives.

Too bad there aren’t actually clubs like that around the Scottsdale area. Yes…my husband and I have officially separated and I’m on my way to that “club”.

For those of you that follow me, my friends and family, this is the first time I’ve gone public with this on any kind of Social Media site. My Facebook is still filled with pictures and memories of a time when there were 3 people in our family, and it also shows that my Relationship Status is “married”, but I’m not anymore…

And for those of you that are on Facebook…you all know how big of a deal it is when Relationship Statuses change. Within seconds of declaring your “status” online, hundreds of people begin to ask you questions that you’re not ready to answer. I guess I’m not ready for the ambush on Facebook just yet.

Anywhoo, my soon-to-be ex husband left me back at the beginning of April. It’s been almost 2 months and our 4 year wedding anniversary is in a little over 2 weeks. That will be a fun day. Especially for all of those on Facebook that will be posting Happy Anniversary on my page all day.

Every marriage has its ups and downs, and we had ours, but I had no idea that little trivial things could become so major in our lives that it would cause my husband and the father of my child to just get up and leave us. One day I was married, and the next day…he was gone for good.

Being a single mom is tough. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy and I don’t know how single moms do it. I’m lucky to have such an amazing circle of close family and close friends that are helping me pick up the broken pieces in my life right now.

There are two things that make this situation just awful.

1: I’m in survival and protection mode, like a mama bear protecting her cub. If he came crawling back to me, I don’t think I could even get back what we had. The ultimate betrayal is complete abandonment, and right now, my son is at an age where he won’t ever remember his mommy and daddy being together. I don’t trust that my ex won’t do this again once my child is older. I don’t want to completely damage him for the rest of his life.

2. After 9 years of being in a relationship, I don’t even know who my ex is anymore. I literally have never seen this side of him and it feels as though he is a stranger to me and that I was never married.

Well there it is folks. The newest saga in my life.

Michelle

XoXo

creatingaquietmind:

reading space <3

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creatingaquietmind:

Amanda Grange, Colonel Brandon’s Diary

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(Source: declaringwar)

Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes

Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth

Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name

do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold

do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet

we will never learn
how to be soft

we will leave.
we always do.

Do Not Fall in Love With People Like Me,
alonesomes (via creatingaquietmind)

Beautiful….

Missy the Missing Cat…

Shannon (the secretary) has lost her cat and has asked David (the graphic
designer) to help with a lost poster. This is their email correspondence…

From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.15am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Poster

Hi
I opened the screen door yesterday and my cat got out and has been
missing since then so I was wondering if you are not to busy you could
make a poster for me. It has to be A4 and I will photocopy it and put it
around my suburb this afternoon.

This is the only photo of her I have she answers to the name Missy and is
black and white and about 8 months old. missing on Harper street and my
phone number.
Thanks Shan.

__________________________________________________ __

From

avid Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.26am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Poster

Dear Shannon,
That is shocking news. Luckily I was sitting down when I read your email and
not half way up a ladder or tree. How are you holding up? I am surprised you
managed to attend work at all what with thinking about Missy out there cold,
frightened and alone… possibly lying on the side of the road, her back legs
squashed by a vehicle, calling out “Shannon, where are you?”
Although I have two clients expecting completed work this afternoon, I will,
of course, drop everything and do whatever it takes to facilitate the speedy
return of Missy.
Regards, David.

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From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.37am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Poster

yeah ok thanks. I know you dont like cats but I am really worried about mine.
I have to leave at 1pm today.

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From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.17am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Poster

Dear Shannon,
I never said I don’t like cats. Once, having been invited to a party, I went
clothes shopping beforehand and bought a pair of expensive G-Star boots.
They were two sizes too small but I wanted them so badly I figured I could
just wear them without socks and cut my toenails very short. As the party
was only a few blocks from my place, I decided to walk. After the first block,
I lost all feeling in my feet. Arriving at the party, I stumbled into a guy named
Steven, spilling Malibu & coke onto his white Wham ‘Choose Life’ t-shirt, and
he punched me. An hour or so after the incident, Steven sat down in a chair
already occupied by a cat. The surprised cat clawed and snarled causing
Steven to leap out of the chair, slip on a rug and strike his forehead onto
the corner of a speaker; resulting in a two inch open gash. In its shock, the
cat also defecated, leaving Steven with a foul stain down the back of his
beige cargo pants. I liked that cat.
Attached poster as requested.
Regards, David.

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From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.24am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

yeah thats not what I was looking for at all. it looks like a movie and how
come the photo of Missy is so small?

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From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.28am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

Dear Shannon,
It’s a design thing. The cat is lost in the negative space.
Regards, David.

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From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.33am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

Thats just stupid. Can you do it properly please? I am extremely emotional
over this and was up all night in tears. you seem to think it is funny. Can
you make the photo bigger please and fix the text and do it in colour please. Thanks.
__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.46am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

Dear Shannon,
Having worked with designers for a few years now, I would have assumed
you understood, despite our vague suggestions otherwise, we do not
welcome constructive criticism. I don’t come downstairs and tell you how
to send text messages, log onto Facebook and look out of the window. I am
willing to overlook this faux pas due to you no doubt being preoccupied with
thoughts of Missy attempting to make her way home across busy intersections
or being trapped in a drain as it slowly fills with water. I spent three days
down a well once but that was just for fun. I have amended and attached
the poster as per your instructions.
Regards, David.

__________________________________________________ __

From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.59am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

This is worse than the other one. can you make it so it shows the whole
photo of Missy and delete the stupid text that says missing missy off it? I
just want it to say Lost.

__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.14am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

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From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.21am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster

yeah can you do the poster or not? I just want a photo and the word lost
and the telephone number and when and where she was lost and her name.
Not like a movie poster or anything stupid. I have to leave early today. If it
was your cat I would help you. Thanks.

__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.32am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Awww

Dear Shannon,
I don’t have a cat. I once agreed to look after a friend’s cat for a week but
after he dropped it off at my apartment and explained the concept of kitty
litter, I kept the cat in a closed cardboard box in the shed and forgot about
it. If I wanted to feed something and clean faeces, I wouldn’t have put my
mother in that home after her stroke. A week later, when my friend came to
collect his cat, I pretended that I was not home and mailed the box to him.
Apparently I failed to put enough stamps on the package and he had to
collect it from the post office and pay eighteen dollars. He still goes on
about that sometimes, people need to learn to let go.
I have attached the amended version of your poster as per your detailed instructions.
Regards, David.

__________________________________________________ __

From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.47am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Awww

Thats not my cat. where did you get that picture from? That cat is orange. I
gave you a photo of my cat.

__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.58am
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Awww

I know, but that one is cute. As Missy has quite possibly met any one of
several violent ends, it is possible you might get a better cat out of this.
If anybody calls and says “I haven’t seen your orange cat but I did find a
black and white one with its hind legs run over by a car, do you want it?”
you can politely decline and save yourself a costly veterinarian bill.
I knew someone who had a basset hound that had its hind legs removed
after an accident and it had to walk around with one of those little buggies
with wheels.. If it had been my dog I would have asked for all its legs to be
removed and replaced with wheels and had a remote control installed. I could
charge neighbourhood kids for rides and enter it in races. If I did the same
with a horse I could drive it to work. I would call it Steven.
Regards, David.

__________________________________________________ __

From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.07pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Awww

Please just use the photo I gave you.

__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.22pm
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww

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From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.34pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww

I didnt say there was a reward. I dont have $2000 dollars. What did you
even put that there for? Apart from that it is perfect can you please
remove the reward bit. Thanks Shan.

__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.42pm
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww

__________________________________________________ __

From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.51pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww

Can you just please take the reward bit off altogether? I have to leave in ten
minutes and I still have to make photocopies of it.

__________________________________________________ __

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.56pm
To: Shannon Walkley
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww

__________________________________________________ __

From: Shannon Walkley
Date: Monday 21 June 2010 1.03pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww

Fine. That will have to do.

pacificsymphony:

This is fuguing awesome!!

Holy amazingness…

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Prodigy?

The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so “profound” that the professor share it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Bonus Question:
Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote pr…oofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of thesr religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities: 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, and then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. 2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, “it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you, and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct…leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting “Oh my God.”

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY “A.”

It’s The Little Things…

….being kissed by a loved one

….the scent of a baby

….beautiful sunsets

….reading a romantic novel on the beach

….relaxing in an english cottage surrounded by a colorful garden

….drinking a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night

….a puppy laying on your feet to keep them warm

….accoustic soundtracks

….Sunday family breakfasts at the kitchen table

….having faith in God

….getting your nails done with your girlfriends

That make life beautiful. My life. My family. My friends…are beautiful.

Prayer is sitting in silence until it silences us”….