Oh the joys of packing and moving, especially given that I just did it 10 months ago. I'm trying to be all zen about it and tell myself this is a fantastic new journey and opportunity but it doesn't exactly wash with me as I pack, compartmentalize, tape and label my life in little brown boxes. Nothing like trying to find a way to pack things and mark them in a way that might allow you to crack the code later, allowing you to find that item again under duress.

I have moved countless times in my life.... indeed this with be my 4th time in the last 3 years alone... but it doesn't make it any easier or fun. I am going through a merciless tossing of crap and have rented a dump bin for a week so I may pare my belongings down to a manageable amount. Going from a house down to a condo with no storage will certainly be a challenge. It helps you dig deep and make decisions about what's really important. It's an interesting experience, I highly recommend it.

I have watched my far share of shows that aim to declutter homes and so I am trying to apply what lessons I have gleaned from these programs. I have a box for garbage, a box for recycling, a box for donations, and then what's left gets packed. It's been liberating and terrifying at the same time, lemme tell ya.

But I am a new woman... I have decided to let go of all my VHS tapes. Yeah, you heard me! and I have my first Blu Ray disc! Bring on the new home!!

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Alright, I have to say it. I'm a little surprised by Obama getting the Nobel Peace Prize. Hell, even HE was surprised, which says a lot. Was anyone NOT surprised? I mean, I'm a fan of the guy but even I have to question just what it was he did to earn that already...... hmmm... I could make all kinds of racial speculations, but I think the media has already done a bang up job of that. I'm just going to wait and see him earn that title now..... it's like reverse engineering.

So this morning I laid in bed and watched a documentary call Outrage. It's about the hypocrisy of American politicians who are (closeted) gay but actively campaign against gay rights. It was very interesting and sad all at the same time. It is simply amazing how many people in office are gay and feel the need to hide it (because let's face it, America is a very homophobe nation). I think the most telling comment came at the end when it was said: "If everyone who was in the closet came out.... this movement would be over. This fight would be over". Indeed, if all of the gay politicians came out and spoke up (because there are a great many of them).... who knows what change they could bring. Then again... they'd have to wait until they are in office before coming out... because in America, it's damn hard to get elected if you are gay. It's a sad and frustrating reality.... and I wonder..... will America one day look back on gay rights the same way we look back on woman's rights and the rights of blacks?

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This man makes me nuts, he really does. Apparently he makes other people crazy too.

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My oh my..... what a difference a year can make. *sigh* My life was at the top of the roller coaster this time last year... hands in the air, screaming for joy.... and now I am at the bottom. Life is like that, and I guess that's why I find myself blogging again. I always said that my blog had petered off because it had served it's purpose.. I blogged during a time in my life when I felt the need to share and read other blogs to gain some understanding on perspective on certain topics or aspects of life. Now it is my need to wrap my head around my own life that draws me back...

Last year I had the world by the ass... a new fiance.. just bought my first home... all seemed finally right in my life. At 34 it felt like I had finally found what I was looking for. Ah but it was not to be.. and ten months later I have sold my home and I am packing up and moving to a new home to start all over again. A fresh start on my own..... I'm trying to be as positive as I can.

As I start to rebuild I look back to find the things that have served me well in the past... things that helped me heal my hurts before. And here I am, writing in a blog that most have forgotten about and likely no one is even reading anymore. That's ok... it gives me time to get back in the swing of things and to get my chops back.

To those who have somehow come back to find me here... thanks. I'll see if I can't find a reason to have to come back again... ;-)

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