I am waiting in between classes and I decided to update this thing, as many thing are going on. I finally got my root canal fixed this last Monday. Finally. It was such a hassle. Kia is at the vet, getting declawed, and I am starting evening classes next week. I am not looking forward to them at all, as I will be busy as hell. Homework, evenings at class all the time…too much work.

In addition to all of this work, I find out that 3 other teachers are leaving the school I work at. They have all found other jobs, and here I sit like a bump on a log. Nothing I can do but be bumpy. It is my fate for life to be just a little bt harder than others’. When I was at the dentist the dental assistant was bitching and moaning about the Cinderella myth that all little girls grow up with, the prince on his white horse who whisks you away from misery. She was asking the dentist why parents lie to their daughters. My mouth immobilized, I oculdn’t respond, but just looked at my beautiful wedding ring, the ring I always wanted. The princes are out there, truly. I found mine. But there is very little whisking away, as he is only human, and not a magical prince of the realm. The prince either comes with the castle, or a princely personality. You almost never get the prince and the castle. Most of us must be concerned only with the prince or the castle.

A guy we know left his wife last year for his secretary (can you say cliche?) and of course the secretary was vapid and pretty and busty. We ran into them at Pappadeaux’s once, and he kept her in the background, ashamed. So now the story is…guess. Just guess.

You’re right, he came back, and they’re renting out the other house he bought to live in after the separation. And what about the secretary? Yep, you’re right, pregnant. Holy God. That’s so messy. At least my ex-husband never got anybody pregnant. For the rest of his life he will have to keep in contact with that chica, the busty fun-loving monkey on his back. Idiot. How stupid can you get, getting her pregnant? The longer this drama gets the more I feel sorry for the wife, and the sorrier I feel for her having let the bastard come back. She should just cut her losses and move on. But that’s not how life works. This will be her cross to bear, but she is so choosing to pick up this cross.

Tony would never do that to me, thank God. What a disaster.

Tony and I are looking for a house in two diferent suburbs of Dallas, and it’s so difficult to choose. One city is expensive, with nice houses, and an even better neighborhood, easy access to shopping and major highways. There will be traffic, though, as this town is highly popular now. In a few years a newly renovated highway will open and the house prices will jump, I can assure you. The other town is less expensive to buy in, but I don’t feel the property values will escalate as high as in the first town. The other town is nice enough, with big parks and lakes and everything, but I…I have committed the cardinal sin of homeshopping. I have fallen in love with one feature of one house. Stupid, I know. But the kitchen is so big and spacious and white cabinets and…sigh. I love it. I am hoping we can wrangle it so that we can buy the house. It is so scary to think of buying a whole house and having to maintain it and…then again, it will be wonderful. A home of our own. A constant address. No apartment people to cmoe trapising through the house when you don’t expect them.

Hope hope hope. I want that house. So stupid. Need to keep an open mind, no?