west Texas

I'm officially a west Texan. I think I could write an entire book on the disasters that have taken place since I moved here, but I don't want to be a negative Nancy, so I'll share with you a few of the funnier ones, because laughing is good, n'est-ce pas?

- I went to the grocery store and I asked a worker, in the bakery department, where the pita bread was, and this mother fucker shrugged at me. I'm like "You don't know? You work here, yes?" to which he reposefully replied "Yep." right before smiling and walking off.

- The cable guy came to install my cable/internet, and he asked me to help him. I'm laughing out loud while typing this, because it was a lot more insane than it actually sounds. Like he literally needed help. "Here hold this. Push this button when I say so." And I had to pay for $100 for the installation. That I had to help with.

- I've made a friend here. She's 65, and she uses words like 'kinfolk' and 'yonder,' and we share a liking for unsweet tea. I just love her.

- I get ogled often, because there are a lot of men here who act like dogs. My favorite instance so far happened in line at a convenience store, when a guy started singing to me.

- I wanted to order a pizza the other day, but couldn't because the place I was going to order from closes at 9:40pm. WTF? Random.


And because blog posts without pictures are no fun, here's a photo of Midland, from space that Alexander Gerst posted on twitter the other day. The squares are oil/gas drill pads.

And for more fun, here's a google map of where I'm at. I feel like crying every time I look at it. I'm in the middle of nowhere!

luv

I'm feeling it.

jamais vu

I have so much to say here, and I don't know how. I feel like I'm floating through life right now in a surreal state, and nothing is familiar to me, even though it should be. It's the opposite of déjà vu, and it's called jamais vu.

The thing is, life is full of bends and turns, and sometimes they're planned, and sometimes they're unexpected, and sometimes, if you're lucky like me, they're both. Except, sometimes, usually late at nite, when I'm alone, I don't feel so lucky, and I start to second guess all of the choices I'm making.

I've crossed a lot of lines, and hurt a couple of people, probably disappointed even more, and I feel guilty because I'm a mom, and that's what we do.

So, in a week I move into a whole new chapter, and I'm crossing my fingers that it comes with less run on sentences.