Morsels and Crumbs....

I always feel like I leave things incomplete on this blog. I hate loose ends. Although my life consists mainly of fragments, parts and incomplete thought processes, I hate dumping my rants out here and then not following up.

Here are a few tied-up ends... in the event you wondered. Which I'm sure you didn't.

--With all the hullabaloo I've made about my in-laws, I have spent the past few months taking proactive measures to create something called boundaries. As elementary as that seems to most people over the age of 15, it's new to me. My much-younger neighbor has slowly, over the course of a few bottles of wine consumed on my deck, offered me tutelage to the path of boundaries in my life. I really owe a whole life turn-around to her. I've decided that 14 years of boundaryless interactions with the people who spawned my husband, is enough and have purchased books--"workbooks" if you will-- for myself and Mr Hyphen to use as a tool. I'm currently working with another amazing woman who is striving to help me save my marriage from the clutches of somebody else's control. I'm hoping it'll be a more enjoyable holiday season with some new ground rules in place. Mr Hyphen is on board. He doesn't have much of a choice, does he? In the few short months, we've already come leaps and bounds from where we were. It makes me uber happy.


--I recently fell into the dark side of Facebook. I'll be honest and tell you that it had nothing to do with wanting to be on Facebook and more to do with the part where Mr Hyphen joined up and I hopped on and noticed that a few of his friends were attractive woman, who call him cute little nicknames. Presumably, women who are also pilots and his co-workers. He says none are his former girlfriends (why do I always type girlfiend??). So basically I was marking my territory... peeing on him, so to speak. Within 20 hours or so, I was really over it. I don't get it. Basically the few friends I have on FB, I've also got their email addresses and we're all on each other's Christmas card lists. So, when a college roommate writes on my wall "HOW ARE YOU?????", I'm thinking "Really? You've got my email address, and I haven't heard from you since last Christmas... are you really that concerned about my well being? Is it the equivalent of the cashier asking me how I am when I'm buying groceries?" Rhetoric. I don't get it. My very favorite part was when I chose the Married To category and selected Mr Hyphen, it said he'd have to confirm that we're in a relationship. Later that day he emailed me telling me he wondered what kind of trouble he'd get into if he ignored that request. Either way, we've both agreed that we won't post pictures of our kids' faces. I know--it's like being the equivalent of Wilson on Home Improvement, but it is what it is. I want the oohs and aaahs of the cuteness of my kids as much as the next mom, but I'm not willing to have people (even people I've "friended") doing who-knows-what with pictures of my kids. Oh, that and the whole FB owns the rights to photos posted on its site crap. Blah, blah, blah.




--In other news, FB has delivered irrefutable evidence that "the one that got away" actually got away because the Universe was saving me from myself. Although he, himself, would never in a million years use a computer and have a profile on FB, his lovely new wife is on FB and was kind enough to use a profile photo that shows them both. *raises face to the heavens and thanks all that is holy that he got away*


--Mr Hyphen has somehow wrangled himself a schedule for the month of November that has him oncall in the city of Denver. I KNOW! I'm not positive how it'll work out, but I think it means we'll see him more than a handful of hours each week. I'm pretty excited, actually. It means I'll have to rethink my grocery shopping again. And it'll mean a whole new drama at the beginning of December when he isn't around as much... again. But I'll take what I can get, because have I mentioned that absence has made my heart grown fonder? Um, a lot fonder.


--My gluten free lifestyle is having its good moments and its bad moments. I'm confused when I'm successful for several days, then out of nowhere my hands, and skin and eyes start to itch and I realize that I must have introduced something with gluten back in. The odd thing is that on Halloween, I partook in far too many Reece's Peanut Butter cups...and there was no itching of any kind. What gives? I eat things that I know aren't gluten free and there's no itching... I eat what I've declared gluten free (based on the 17 websites and email lists I'm referencing) and it sends me into an allergic reaction? Is it possible to be allergic to not consuming gluten? Yeah, probably not.