<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980</id><updated>2012-01-31T08:40:25.541-08:00</updated><category term='moments'/><category term='ex'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='loss'/><category term='working mom'/><category term='single parent'/><category term='openess'/><category term='I have a dream'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='opposite sex'/><category term='preteens'/><category term='family'/><category term='divorce and kids'/><category term='dating'/><category term='living'/><category term='mother'/><category 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>492</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-2949331727530754169</id><published>2012-01-30T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:30:26.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to fail...</title><content type='html'>There is so much I have&lt;br /&gt;learned&lt;br /&gt;these past 5 years..&lt;br /&gt;but one of the greatest&lt;br /&gt;lessons,&lt;br /&gt;is that each person&lt;br /&gt;must face their personal hurt&lt;br /&gt;and deal with it-&lt;br /&gt;their way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch friends face&lt;br /&gt;similar circumstances..&lt;br /&gt;I see all the different&lt;br /&gt;ways&lt;br /&gt;we have dealt with it!!&lt;br /&gt;I also watch&lt;br /&gt;a friend,&lt;br /&gt;who is facing something&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine&lt;br /&gt;and know,&lt;br /&gt;that there is no manual&lt;br /&gt;for deep grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some choices&lt;br /&gt;I would make differently,&lt;br /&gt;I have made some choices&lt;br /&gt;I would make the same way again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning,&lt;br /&gt;some things I am still&lt;br /&gt;messing up!&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;the only way I learn&lt;br /&gt;is by trying-&lt;br /&gt;no matter the outcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to date,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I am perfectly OK&lt;br /&gt;alone...&lt;br /&gt;always I hope that it will JUST happen..&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I wonder if thats reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel lonely,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I enjoy the freedom...&lt;br /&gt;always I remember how I got here-&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I remind myself&lt;br /&gt;that this is where I am meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I have found my place,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder if I will ever&lt;br /&gt;find 'the one'..&lt;br /&gt;always I know that contentment starts in me-&lt;br /&gt;and  sometimes I am sure that it is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I save,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I spend..&lt;br /&gt;always I live in the moment..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I plan for the moment that has&lt;br /&gt;not yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fail,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thrive,&lt;br /&gt;always I try..&lt;br /&gt;and Sometimes I am sure that the best&lt;br /&gt;is yet to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is it!?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the best?&lt;br /&gt;and then I know..&lt;br /&gt;that maybe it is!&lt;br /&gt;and I also know..&lt;br /&gt;that THIS is more than OK!&lt;br /&gt;This is my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly where I want to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2949331727530754169?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2949331727530754169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/allow-me-to-fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2949331727530754169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2949331727530754169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/allow-me-to-fail.html' title='Allow me to fail...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4204131925121178168</id><published>2012-01-28T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:27:43.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going it alone....</title><content type='html'>So much of being a single mom..&lt;br /&gt;is something that I now&lt;br /&gt;take in stride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;taking the kids on vacation..&lt;br /&gt;or just off for the day!&lt;br /&gt;I am managing the running&lt;br /&gt;around..&lt;br /&gt;and getting everyone where&lt;br /&gt;they are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find some of it hard-&lt;br /&gt;when there is an issue&lt;br /&gt;that I wish I had immediate help-&lt;br /&gt;I now wait until a good time&lt;br /&gt;to call their dad..&lt;br /&gt;versus walk into the other room&lt;br /&gt;to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes meeting 3 children's&lt;br /&gt;emotional needs&lt;br /&gt;is overwhelming..&lt;br /&gt;But, I take each moment&lt;br /&gt;one at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;is managing all the physical&lt;br /&gt;aspects&lt;br /&gt;of running a home!&lt;br /&gt;Its not just the inside..&lt;br /&gt;its the outside..&lt;br /&gt;its the car..&lt;br /&gt;the shed...&lt;br /&gt;the garden...&lt;br /&gt;the patio..&lt;br /&gt;You name it!&lt;br /&gt;If its in the home-&lt;br /&gt;out of the home-&lt;br /&gt;parked in the driveway-&lt;br /&gt;breathing within, out, or near&lt;br /&gt;your home..&lt;br /&gt;YOU are responsible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And add to that..&lt;br /&gt;that if one has an area of weakness&lt;br /&gt;there is noone&lt;br /&gt;to balance that out!&lt;br /&gt;So whether you are organized,&lt;br /&gt;disorganized, a neat freak, a slob...&lt;br /&gt;its ALL you..&lt;br /&gt;That is sometimes&lt;br /&gt;where the true stress comes in..&lt;br /&gt;no-one to take an area&lt;br /&gt;because they are better at that than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to manage&lt;br /&gt;and I do what I can..&lt;br /&gt;some of it well...&lt;br /&gt;and some not so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting&lt;br /&gt;that its too much for one person,&lt;br /&gt;is a start!&lt;br /&gt;And accepting that&lt;br /&gt;what I do-&lt;br /&gt;is enough!&lt;br /&gt;Its all I have!&lt;br /&gt;its just what it should be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4204131925121178168?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4204131925121178168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-it-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4204131925121178168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4204131925121178168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-it-alone.html' title='Going it alone....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1783143813609370237</id><published>2012-01-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:03:31.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full circle...</title><content type='html'>3 years after a major crisis..&lt;br /&gt;5 years after loosing the only&lt;br /&gt;life I knew..&lt;br /&gt;I have finally begun to reclaim&lt;br /&gt;what was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I knew I was&lt;br /&gt;'surviving'..&lt;br /&gt;and then I knew I was thriving!&lt;br /&gt;but, within what my present held;&lt;br /&gt;little resembled my past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was managing well&lt;br /&gt;as a single mom.&lt;br /&gt;I was making my kids&lt;br /&gt;my priority...&lt;br /&gt;doing well at my job...&lt;br /&gt;balancing home&lt;br /&gt;and activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there were areas&lt;br /&gt;that I was just keeping&lt;br /&gt;my head above water!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;letting the kids eat on the couch&lt;br /&gt;or on the go..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;eating left overs&lt;br /&gt;over and over...&lt;br /&gt;doing things for them&lt;br /&gt;they could do..&lt;br /&gt;carrying it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly..&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to reclaim!&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;meals came back to the table..&lt;br /&gt;chores were implemented..&lt;br /&gt;help insisted on!&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to love cooking-&lt;br /&gt;or at least tolerate it!&lt;br /&gt;I have changed the times of&lt;br /&gt;extra curricular&lt;br /&gt;activities&lt;br /&gt;to better suit family dinners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding the step&lt;br /&gt;beyond thriving...&lt;br /&gt;I am reclaiming&lt;br /&gt;the parts of my life&lt;br /&gt;that I loved..&lt;br /&gt;I am relearning&lt;br /&gt;what that looks like alone..&lt;br /&gt;and I am redefining&lt;br /&gt;my purpose,&lt;br /&gt;one moment at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1783143813609370237?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1783143813609370237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/full-circle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1783143813609370237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1783143813609370237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/full-circle.html' title='Full circle...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-84659824953745083</id><published>2012-01-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:09:58.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned the hard way...</title><content type='html'>The last several years&lt;br /&gt;of my life,&lt;br /&gt;have held many lessons!&lt;br /&gt;And so many&lt;br /&gt;of them,&lt;br /&gt;have been taught&lt;br /&gt;through heartache..&lt;br /&gt;some through smiles-&lt;br /&gt;most through some event&lt;br /&gt;that changed the shape&lt;br /&gt;of my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned patience!&lt;br /&gt;I have been alone&lt;br /&gt;a while..&lt;br /&gt;I am OK&lt;br /&gt;with that!&lt;br /&gt;I might fall in love..&lt;br /&gt;I might not!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes not so much!&lt;br /&gt;I can wait for whats right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned self sufficiency..&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the people around me,&lt;br /&gt;my friends matter...&lt;br /&gt;I like to be social-&lt;br /&gt;but, I can be isolated&lt;br /&gt;and survive!&lt;br /&gt;My 'need' is different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to love openly..&lt;br /&gt;I have learned how to&lt;br /&gt;truly hug-&lt;br /&gt;how to tell my dearest friends&lt;br /&gt;how much I love&lt;br /&gt;and appreciate them!&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to express&lt;br /&gt;what those in my life&lt;br /&gt;mean to me!&lt;br /&gt;I love without holding back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to hurt..&lt;br /&gt;I have come to understand&lt;br /&gt;-in some small way-&lt;br /&gt;the process of sadness..&lt;br /&gt;I know that it must be faced,&lt;br /&gt;and I also trust&lt;br /&gt;that I do not have to fear&lt;br /&gt;the past repeating-&lt;br /&gt;if I confront&lt;br /&gt;and own,&lt;br /&gt;how I got there to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;I have allowed the pain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to let go!&lt;br /&gt;There are so many&lt;br /&gt;I have lost in the process!&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends I have lost touch with..&lt;br /&gt;good friends that time does not allow&lt;br /&gt;for time with..&lt;br /&gt;acquaintances with whom&lt;br /&gt;commonalities are no longer&lt;br /&gt;evident-&lt;br /&gt;I miss people I shared&lt;br /&gt;life times of memories with!&lt;br /&gt;I still hope..&lt;br /&gt;that re-connections will be made..&lt;br /&gt;that life will allow&lt;br /&gt;the time for moments together-&lt;br /&gt;But, I have learned&lt;br /&gt;to allow the end of what was&lt;br /&gt;if that is the only option there is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;are not all good..&lt;br /&gt;but neither are they bad!&lt;br /&gt;They are lessons&lt;br /&gt;that have helped to shape me&lt;br /&gt;and create the person&lt;br /&gt;I am right now!&lt;br /&gt;There are lessons still to come..&lt;br /&gt;but these-&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;and understand!&lt;br /&gt;these..&lt;br /&gt;have become my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-84659824953745083?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/84659824953745083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-have-learned-hard-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/84659824953745083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found&lt;br /&gt;that when I see whats good...&lt;br /&gt;it distracts me from what is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to get caught up&lt;br /&gt;in the negatives..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel frustrated with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;or my bills..&lt;br /&gt;but, then I try and remember&lt;br /&gt;what I have and what it means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that&lt;br /&gt;getting a given a new jacket&lt;br /&gt;for my littlest-&lt;br /&gt;when the old one gets to small-&lt;br /&gt;does not change the fact&lt;br /&gt;that the power bill is high&lt;br /&gt;or the rent due..&lt;br /&gt;Getting blessed&lt;br /&gt;with unexpected food&lt;br /&gt;does not change the fact&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;and my heart hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,...&lt;br /&gt;its a reminder!&lt;br /&gt;Its a reminder&lt;br /&gt;that people are good!&lt;br /&gt;That life is to be lived!&lt;br /&gt;That God is in control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when its hard..&lt;br /&gt;its the small things-&lt;br /&gt;the gift of a comforter for my daughter..&lt;br /&gt;or new purse for me..&lt;br /&gt;or space heaters for my home..&lt;br /&gt;its those things&lt;br /&gt;that remind me..&lt;br /&gt;that the big things?&lt;br /&gt;they will pass!&lt;br /&gt;It will be OK...&lt;br /&gt;and that God is there!!&lt;br /&gt;To provide, or to carry..&lt;br /&gt;or to comfort!&lt;br /&gt;and that...&lt;br /&gt;is enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-215233992723224487?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/215233992723224487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-3341599295711127511</id><published>2011-12-30T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:07:06.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions..Single -again- Style...</title><content type='html'>Every year I make resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;One year it was to run..&lt;br /&gt;Last year to knit...&lt;br /&gt;This year I want to learn&lt;br /&gt;how to really cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also&lt;br /&gt;look at who I am..&lt;br /&gt;How am I living my life..&lt;br /&gt;what are my strengths?&lt;br /&gt;What are my weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I look&lt;br /&gt;at my kids...&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;I have few regrets!&lt;br /&gt;There is always more&lt;br /&gt;I could do..&lt;br /&gt;or be!&lt;br /&gt;But, all in all..&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue to love..&lt;br /&gt;to communicate!&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend time with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;while giving them their own&lt;br /&gt;space to grow!&lt;br /&gt;What I will change?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more willing&lt;br /&gt;to let them face their own&lt;br /&gt;consequences...&lt;br /&gt;and not so willing to take the price&lt;br /&gt;on their behalf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my ex...&lt;br /&gt;(their dad)&lt;br /&gt;amicable-&lt;br /&gt;and yet?&lt;br /&gt;I have held onto resentment..&lt;br /&gt;I can be passive aggressive-&lt;br /&gt;I share 'our' story&lt;br /&gt;as if I need to defend&lt;br /&gt;why, we are where we are..&lt;br /&gt;and I realize-&lt;br /&gt;its not always my story to tell!&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;This year I resolve;&lt;br /&gt;to think before&lt;br /&gt;I make the comment,&lt;br /&gt;or share the history,&lt;br /&gt;or not give him the chance&lt;br /&gt;to prove me wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I resolve&lt;br /&gt;to let go ALL the hurt feelings&lt;br /&gt;and ANY resentment&lt;br /&gt;that may still be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendships...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better friend!&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out more!&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember&lt;br /&gt;my friends hurts and joys!&lt;br /&gt;I can be a good friend!&lt;br /&gt;I love those close to me!&lt;br /&gt;But, am I spreading that love..&lt;br /&gt;or sharing it with with limits?&lt;br /&gt;I want to figure that out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family...&lt;br /&gt;another area&lt;br /&gt;that I feel is in balance!&lt;br /&gt;I love my sisters and parents&lt;br /&gt;and spend time with my parents&lt;br /&gt;as often as I can!!&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to never take&lt;br /&gt;that for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;for all I have..&lt;br /&gt;all I need is provided..&lt;br /&gt;and in those moments&lt;br /&gt;when life gets hard,&lt;br /&gt;you carry me through!&lt;br /&gt;I resolve&lt;br /&gt;to give you more of my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me....&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I guess,&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to be true&lt;br /&gt;to myself!&lt;br /&gt;To continue&lt;br /&gt;my quest&lt;br /&gt;of not compromising&lt;br /&gt;for love..&lt;br /&gt;but, to be realistic&lt;br /&gt;about what that might&lt;br /&gt;look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..&lt;br /&gt;as 2011 ends..&lt;br /&gt;taking with it&lt;br /&gt;smiles and tears..&lt;br /&gt;I welcome 2012&lt;br /&gt;and will make it all&lt;br /&gt;that it is meant to be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-3341599295711127511?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3341599295711127511/comments/default' title='Post 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thought!&lt;br /&gt;The moments&lt;br /&gt;that made us smile&lt;br /&gt;now seem not as fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are changing&lt;br /&gt;and growing..&lt;br /&gt;and yet-&lt;br /&gt;traditions still count!&lt;br /&gt;and memories are made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight..&lt;br /&gt;as I face another Christmas 'single'..&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed&lt;br /&gt;to have my children&lt;br /&gt;under my roof!&lt;br /&gt;My heart complete..&lt;br /&gt;my Christmas perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4284311430180953735?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4284311430180953735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-thoughts-and-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4284311430180953735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4284311430180953735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-thoughts-and-dreams.html' title='Christmas thoughts and dreams..'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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years&lt;br /&gt;my children,&lt;br /&gt;and I,&lt;br /&gt;have had Family pictures done&lt;br /&gt;at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year..&lt;br /&gt;the pictures reflect&lt;br /&gt;the years of healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this season&lt;br /&gt;has brought a new hurt&lt;br /&gt;to my heart;&lt;br /&gt;as I watch a friend grieve..&lt;br /&gt;it has also&lt;br /&gt;been the first season&lt;br /&gt;that the holidays do not create&lt;br /&gt;a sense of loss!&lt;br /&gt;The first season&lt;br /&gt;I am not missing what was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;The picture reflects&lt;br /&gt;my family...&lt;br /&gt;our completeness as is.&lt;br /&gt;our acceptance of the past..&lt;br /&gt;and our ability to embrace&lt;br /&gt;our present!&lt;br /&gt;The smiles are real..&lt;br /&gt;the lightness genuine..&lt;br /&gt;All of us,&lt;br /&gt;comfortable in our own skin.&lt;br /&gt;content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey that took many years,&lt;br /&gt;and many Christmas pictures..&lt;br /&gt;to complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4227753441398294485?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4227753441398294485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-several-years-my-children-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4227753441398294485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4227753441398294485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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christmas</title><content type='html'>I hear many&lt;br /&gt;around me..&lt;br /&gt;talking&lt;br /&gt;of all the Christmas parties&lt;br /&gt;they have to attend!&lt;br /&gt;Sometime,&lt;br /&gt;they speak with pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit,&lt;br /&gt;I have one Christmas party&lt;br /&gt;to attend&lt;br /&gt;this season.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest-&lt;br /&gt;that makes me a teensy sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty social..&lt;br /&gt;and this is the season&lt;br /&gt;to be with others;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how being single...&lt;br /&gt;has changed the amount of things&lt;br /&gt;that I do..&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer in a couples Sunday school-&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have my spouses work party-&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have couple friends.&lt;br /&gt;All the things&lt;br /&gt;that tend to result in Christmas events&lt;br /&gt;and activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;this season...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;is the one party I am attending&lt;br /&gt;part of being stress free?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality&lt;br /&gt;is that it's a bit of both!&lt;br /&gt;and a deeper reality&lt;br /&gt;is that it is what it is!!&lt;br /&gt;Life could be much harder!&lt;br /&gt;I have a dear friend who&lt;br /&gt;would gladly give up&lt;br /&gt;all the parties and events&lt;br /&gt;to have her son back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is not a pity party...&lt;br /&gt;this is accepting&lt;br /&gt;that as a single mom,&lt;br /&gt;life looks different!&lt;br /&gt;But, the season is still&lt;br /&gt;what I make of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the moments&lt;br /&gt;I make hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;and stay up later with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;Its the moments&lt;br /&gt;I meet girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;for coffee or hot apple cider.&lt;br /&gt;Its the Christmas concerts&lt;br /&gt;I drag the kids too...&lt;br /&gt;and the lights we pass at night!&lt;br /&gt;Its the season to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;the hope of Christ&lt;br /&gt;and the love of family!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day,&lt;br /&gt;I will join those who complain&lt;br /&gt;of the hustle and bustle..&lt;br /&gt;but regardless&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate the season!&lt;br /&gt;and make each moment count!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-47042200492971112?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/47042200492971112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/stress-free-holidayor-lonely-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/47042200492971112'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;I want them to do well!&lt;br /&gt;I encourage them&lt;br /&gt;and even push them-&lt;br /&gt;when needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do not live&lt;br /&gt;through them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to do better&lt;br /&gt;than I have!&lt;br /&gt;I want them to&lt;br /&gt;get an college education!&lt;br /&gt;I want them to do their best&lt;br /&gt;and learn the value of hard&lt;br /&gt;work...&lt;br /&gt;But, how they do in school..&lt;br /&gt;how many friends they have...&lt;br /&gt;how good they are at sports..&lt;br /&gt;is about them!&lt;br /&gt;Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is smart!&lt;br /&gt;but not motivated!&lt;br /&gt;I push him because&lt;br /&gt;I want him to get a scholarship&lt;br /&gt;to school..&lt;br /&gt;but I can say with truth,&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind&lt;br /&gt;what he chooses to do!&lt;br /&gt;He could be an engineer..&lt;br /&gt;he would rather design&lt;br /&gt;video games!&lt;br /&gt;I am OK with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to raise my kids to succeed!&lt;br /&gt;I want them to learn work ethics,&lt;br /&gt;and the value of hard work!&lt;br /&gt;but, their dreams are theirs!&lt;br /&gt;Their achievements belong to them!&lt;br /&gt;and their ultimate choices&lt;br /&gt;are theirs to live with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time&lt;br /&gt;I will parent them!&lt;br /&gt;and I will love them!&lt;br /&gt;and I will do all I can&lt;br /&gt;to give them chances,&lt;br /&gt;and then watch&lt;br /&gt;as they make their own&lt;br /&gt;choices!&lt;br /&gt;and I will love them&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1895950348386269359?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1895950348386269359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-not-that-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1895950348386269359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1895950348386269359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-not-that-mom.html' title='I am not THAT mom'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-8279043033643741403</id><published>2011-12-04T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:11:34.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just so sad..</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;was the memorial&lt;br /&gt;of my friends son.&lt;br /&gt;A young man&lt;br /&gt;that I knew..&lt;br /&gt;and respected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken!&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to the words&lt;br /&gt;spoken about this young boy..&lt;br /&gt;they all came back&lt;br /&gt;to a mothers deep love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother who raised her sons&lt;br /&gt;with grace,&lt;br /&gt;despite trials.&lt;br /&gt;A mother who loved her sons&lt;br /&gt;no matter the cost!&lt;br /&gt;A mother who put the needs&lt;br /&gt;of her sons&lt;br /&gt;before her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man's legacy&lt;br /&gt;is partly his and partly hers!&lt;br /&gt;Together they inspire&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us...&lt;br /&gt;to make each moment count!&lt;br /&gt;Never forget to say 'I love you'..&lt;br /&gt;find the memories&lt;br /&gt;and make them happen!&lt;br /&gt;Love with purpose,&lt;br /&gt;parent with grace,&lt;br /&gt;live with everything you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child shall live always&lt;br /&gt;in the hearts&lt;br /&gt;that he touched-&lt;br /&gt;and this mother&lt;br /&gt;shall be held close&lt;br /&gt;by the lives that&lt;br /&gt;she has changed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8279043033643741403?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-2537223087483701327</id><published>2011-12-02T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:33:18.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart has a mind of its own..</title><content type='html'>So..&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to learn..&lt;br /&gt;but some things&lt;br /&gt;I have learned already!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes just because&lt;br /&gt;it makes sense..&lt;br /&gt;but lessons are being&lt;br /&gt;learned&lt;br /&gt;in my head...&lt;br /&gt;and taught by my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart knows!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it connects&lt;br /&gt;and it ends in hurt..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it does not-&lt;br /&gt;and I am left wondering why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I speak to friends&lt;br /&gt;who are happy..&lt;br /&gt;the common theme&lt;br /&gt;is when they met the one&lt;br /&gt;they are with;&lt;br /&gt;they knew!&lt;br /&gt;and generally they never looked&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to fall&lt;br /&gt;and been alone&lt;br /&gt;in the hope..&lt;br /&gt;I have been fallen for&lt;br /&gt;without reciprocation..&lt;br /&gt;The end result is the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not work..&lt;br /&gt;being right on paper..&lt;br /&gt;is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;If my heart does not connect&lt;br /&gt;with another..&lt;br /&gt;it is not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wants to fall...&lt;br /&gt;not impossibly...&lt;br /&gt;not romantically...&lt;br /&gt;not idealistically...&lt;br /&gt;but instead completely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until then...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to learn!&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to hope..&lt;br /&gt;and I shall be content&lt;br /&gt;to wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2537223087483701327?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2537223087483701327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-has-mind-of-its-own.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2537223087483701327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2537223087483701327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-has-mind-of-its-own.html' title='The heart has a mind of its own..'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-866291012059343147</id><published>2011-11-29T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:37:25.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unthinkable pain...</title><content type='html'>2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;one of my dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;lost her 14 year old son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has taken on&lt;br /&gt;new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is so deep.&lt;br /&gt;To watch someone&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;go through something&lt;br /&gt;so terrible..&lt;br /&gt;is beyond words!&lt;br /&gt;To miss a young man&lt;br /&gt;whose spirit touched so many..&lt;br /&gt;so difficult!&lt;br /&gt;To grasp how fragile and out&lt;br /&gt;of our control,&lt;br /&gt;our children's lives really are...&lt;br /&gt;so frightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels surreal..&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend...&lt;br /&gt;is one of the best people I know!&lt;br /&gt;She is a wonderful mother&lt;br /&gt;of 5 children.&lt;br /&gt;She has been an incredible friend!&lt;br /&gt;A support and love&lt;br /&gt;during hard times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And as she faces this&lt;br /&gt;dark, dark hour..&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only peace is found&lt;br /&gt;within our faith..&lt;br /&gt;Hers, her sons..&lt;br /&gt;mine!&lt;br /&gt;The comfort held within&lt;br /&gt;our fathers arms&lt;br /&gt;is all there is to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart grieves&lt;br /&gt;for all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;and my mind is struggling to grasp it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;oh, that it might&lt;br /&gt;make a difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-866291012059343147?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/866291012059343147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/unthinkable-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/866291012059343147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/866291012059343147'/><link 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/&gt;but it took more courage&lt;br /&gt;then I knew I possesed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very traumatic&lt;br /&gt;event in my life..&lt;br /&gt;it was lonely&lt;br /&gt;and scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first year after&lt;br /&gt;I left..&lt;br /&gt;I knew to the day&lt;br /&gt;how long it had been!&lt;br /&gt;On any given day I could tell you;&lt;br /&gt;I left 3 months and 4 days ago..&lt;br /&gt;10 months and 9 days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than came year two..&lt;br /&gt;I no longer knew to the day,&lt;br /&gt;but I always knew to the month!&lt;br /&gt;1 year and 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;1 year and 9 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came the next year..&lt;br /&gt;2 years plus...&lt;br /&gt;and I had to count to know&lt;br /&gt;how long it had been!&lt;br /&gt;2 years and..ummm...let me think!&lt;br /&gt;But, on the 21st day of every month&lt;br /&gt;I always seemed to remember..&lt;br /&gt;and yet some how the 3rd anniversary passed&lt;br /&gt;and I did not give it a thought!&lt;br /&gt;not until 2 days later&lt;br /&gt;when I realized with a start&lt;br /&gt;that the 3 year mark had come and gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;I really was OK!&lt;br /&gt;The moment&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;that I no longer&lt;br /&gt;remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to forget&lt;br /&gt;took time..&lt;br /&gt;and was hard earned!&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting never felt so right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-413223462787597827?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/413223462787597827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-did-i-miss-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/413223462787597827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/413223462787597827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-did-i-miss-that.html' title='How did I miss that?'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4533764721893495258</id><published>2011-11-24T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T05:48:18.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most...</title><content type='html'>Over this past year&lt;br /&gt;I have dated!&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot..&lt;br /&gt;but enough.&lt;br /&gt;Some first dates..&lt;br /&gt;a  few seconds..&lt;br /&gt;2 short term relationships...&lt;br /&gt;and 1 whirlwind disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every time..&lt;br /&gt;I have walked away!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes quickly,&lt;br /&gt;some times after a few dates..&lt;br /&gt;some times a few months..&lt;br /&gt;but, its been me&lt;br /&gt;or mutual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past time-&lt;br /&gt;he disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;I suspect why;&lt;br /&gt;but there was not the basic respect&lt;br /&gt;of letting me know!&lt;br /&gt;and while&lt;br /&gt;it was a short lived romance,&lt;br /&gt;of sorts..&lt;br /&gt;it has really gotten to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving&lt;br /&gt;and wondering&lt;br /&gt;why I could not just forget it..&lt;br /&gt;Why his false words&lt;br /&gt;still play in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Why I relive my words&lt;br /&gt;and actions..&lt;br /&gt;wondering what I might have done?&lt;br /&gt;why, knowing&lt;br /&gt;how wrong the match&lt;br /&gt;was...&lt;br /&gt;I still feel  the kick in the gut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized;&lt;br /&gt;its the rejection!&lt;br /&gt;No matter the reason,&lt;br /&gt;no matter the length...&lt;br /&gt;he walked away!&lt;br /&gt;He rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even the chance&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;that is what hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Add to that..&lt;br /&gt;the lack of closure,&lt;br /&gt;which for me&lt;br /&gt;is VERY difficult....&lt;br /&gt;and its sitting on my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing what it is&lt;br /&gt;helps..&lt;br /&gt;it lessons the hold.&lt;br /&gt;Accepting&lt;br /&gt;that rejection is part of the process&lt;br /&gt;helps a bit too..&lt;br /&gt;and  remembering&lt;br /&gt;that the shoe has been on the other foot&lt;br /&gt;aids a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;I will pick my esteem back off the floor...&lt;br /&gt;and remember&lt;br /&gt;that who I am&lt;br /&gt;is enough..&lt;br /&gt;and remind myself&lt;br /&gt;that his perception is only his reality-&lt;br /&gt;not mine...&lt;br /&gt;and I shall stop moping&lt;br /&gt;over hurt feelings...&lt;br /&gt;get back out of my cave&lt;br /&gt;and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easy...&lt;br /&gt;but needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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most...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-3212585641450563669</id><published>2011-11-24T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:05:23.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;as I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;a tug of hurt in my heart-&lt;br /&gt;I glanced across the school&lt;br /&gt;parking lot&lt;br /&gt;and saw my children walking towards me!&lt;br /&gt;In that moment all was right!&lt;br /&gt;and I knew&lt;br /&gt;deep within me..&lt;br /&gt;that it is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids!&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed by the life I lead!&lt;br /&gt;My children make me smile..&lt;br /&gt;and they make me weep!&lt;br /&gt;They encourage me&lt;br /&gt;and they exhaust me!&lt;br /&gt;They inspire me,&lt;br /&gt;and they test me,&lt;br /&gt;THEY are my heart!&lt;br /&gt;and today..&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;that I was chosen to be their mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to a God&lt;br /&gt;who knew&lt;br /&gt;my deep desire&lt;br /&gt;to mother children,&lt;br /&gt;and who granted that wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;that  my children and I&lt;br /&gt;have learned to be whole..&lt;br /&gt;and that the fracturing&lt;br /&gt;no longer feels so significant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;for many of the 'names' I carry...&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, sister, friend, teacher...&lt;br /&gt;but, most of all...&lt;br /&gt;MOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-7949384089298702771</id><published>2011-11-23T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:57:34.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so easy...</title><content type='html'>So I have not blogged in a few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;and boy what a few weeks it has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first date..&lt;br /&gt;that would have led to a second-&lt;br /&gt;then a surprise encounter&lt;br /&gt;that led to a 'fairy tale' exchange..&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems fairy tale is not all&lt;br /&gt;its cracked up to be...&lt;br /&gt;when its starts in a whirlwind..&lt;br /&gt;you tend to land with a BUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;here we go again!&lt;br /&gt;2 years no dating..&lt;br /&gt;and now;&lt;br /&gt;1 year in to the dating game&lt;br /&gt;and I am feeling weathered and bruised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved to never date again..&lt;br /&gt;we shall see! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I faced the frustration&lt;br /&gt;and disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;and I understood that I did not really&lt;br /&gt;fall for a person..&lt;br /&gt;but for the hope&lt;br /&gt;and possibility....&lt;br /&gt;When I landed with a thump..&lt;br /&gt;I than took a breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now reflect!&lt;br /&gt;I can learn!&lt;br /&gt;I can grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the process&lt;br /&gt;I shall also&lt;br /&gt;quite possibly just give up!&lt;br /&gt;Because really...&lt;br /&gt;there is NOTHING easy&lt;br /&gt;about risking anything..&lt;br /&gt;when you know what it feels&lt;br /&gt;to loose it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my cave I go!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-7949384089298702771?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7949384089298702771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-so-easy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7949384089298702771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7949384089298702771'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;I understand that flexibility&lt;br /&gt;is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I want the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;It does not have to be&lt;br /&gt;love at first sight..&lt;br /&gt;it does not have to be&lt;br /&gt;heart pumping&lt;br /&gt;butterflies and romance,&lt;br /&gt;but, it must be&lt;br /&gt;something special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason&lt;br /&gt;for it not to be!&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to settle&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of companionship&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;why settle for less&lt;br /&gt;then I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;I admit!&lt;br /&gt;I want a movie style ending..&lt;br /&gt;even if its a harry met sally sort of script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;I will keep reading&lt;br /&gt;the plays..&lt;br /&gt;listening to the lines...&lt;br /&gt;watching the characters&lt;br /&gt;take on their personas..&lt;br /&gt;and I will wait&lt;br /&gt;for my role of a lifetime!&lt;div 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it...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6035533639792111692</id><published>2011-11-07T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:22:29.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Think...Over analyze...Over it...</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;I over analyze everything!&lt;br /&gt;My friends tease me about it..&lt;br /&gt;and its true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I meet a man&lt;br /&gt;and he is too young..&lt;br /&gt;I pick it apart!&lt;br /&gt;I convince myself it will never&lt;br /&gt;work...&lt;br /&gt;If he is too old?&lt;br /&gt;worse...&lt;br /&gt;same thing!&lt;br /&gt;I have the end in sight&lt;br /&gt;before I have experienced&lt;br /&gt;the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;If he is my age...&lt;br /&gt;I assume he is not ready to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;I see the midlife crisis&lt;br /&gt;in his near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he has been married&lt;br /&gt;I analyze the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;If he has kids;&lt;br /&gt;his parenting style compared to mine..&lt;br /&gt;if he has never been married&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;that I rarely date?&lt;br /&gt;I have analyzed the relationship&lt;br /&gt;to death&lt;br /&gt;before the second date-&lt;br /&gt;and I am sure&lt;br /&gt;it will never work!!!&lt;br /&gt;so, of course..&lt;br /&gt;it does not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hurry...&lt;br /&gt;No regrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe&lt;br /&gt;its time..&lt;br /&gt;to stop predicting the future&lt;br /&gt;and rather take a chance&lt;br /&gt;in the present...&lt;br /&gt;who knows,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will enjoy the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6035533639792111692?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6035533639792111692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/over-thinkover-analysisover-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6035533639792111692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6035533639792111692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu6_o7IOu38/TrSr-MvM-bI/AAAAAAAAARw/z169GTjVdso/s200/shylas%2Bbirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671346915825744306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My oldest daughter-&lt;br /&gt;my middle child..&lt;br /&gt;turns 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;I shall wish my child&lt;br /&gt;a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I shall remember the first time&lt;br /&gt;I held her in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;I will think of her first words,&lt;br /&gt;and her first tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;I will go back in time&lt;br /&gt;to when we cuddled at night&lt;br /&gt;and when only my kiss&lt;br /&gt;could heal her hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I will reflect on her beauty,&lt;br /&gt;her strength,  her worth!&lt;br /&gt;I will marvel&lt;br /&gt;at this young lady&lt;br /&gt;who has faced so much&lt;br /&gt;and overcome it all with grace!&lt;br /&gt;I will feel blessed&lt;br /&gt;to be her mother!&lt;br /&gt;I will thank the Lord&lt;br /&gt;for every moment..&lt;br /&gt;and I will pray for a lifetime more&lt;br /&gt;to watch her grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Shyla!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6116359711500115977?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6116359711500115977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6116359711500115977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5629278187077787300</id><published>2011-11-01T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:54:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>settle for more...</title><content type='html'>Being alone&lt;br /&gt;has its perks..&lt;br /&gt;it also has its down falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;the reality is that&lt;br /&gt;I am OK.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a lot...&lt;br /&gt;but I have enough.&lt;br /&gt;I have my kids.&lt;br /&gt;I have my home.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need little..&lt;br /&gt;so settling for less&lt;br /&gt;is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do move forward,&lt;br /&gt;if I do meet someone..&lt;br /&gt;if I enter into a relationship;&lt;br /&gt;it will be because&lt;br /&gt;the relationship&lt;br /&gt;brings more to my life&lt;br /&gt;than is there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be more&lt;br /&gt;than fun and companionship-&lt;br /&gt;I have that in friends&lt;br /&gt;and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be security,&lt;br /&gt;it will be contentment,&lt;br /&gt;it will be stability,&lt;br /&gt;it will be trust,&lt;br /&gt;it will be respect.&lt;br /&gt;it will be something&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot bring to the table alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and than I will settle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until than..&lt;br /&gt;less is more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5629278187077787300?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5629278187077787300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/settle-for-more.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5629278187077787300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5629278187077787300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/settle-for-more.html' title='settle for more...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4491080894305102822</id><published>2011-10-28T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:02:52.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl wants...</title><content type='html'>Recently I was asked..&lt;br /&gt;"what am I looking for in a man?"&lt;br /&gt;as I tried to answer it,&lt;br /&gt;I realized..&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking&lt;br /&gt;for a 'type of man'&lt;br /&gt;I am looking&lt;br /&gt;for a 'type of relationship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could look for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;some one free spirited,&lt;br /&gt;some one like me..&lt;br /&gt;who wants to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;But, it could be a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;Or I could&lt;br /&gt;look for the opposite of me..&lt;br /&gt;someone whose strengths&lt;br /&gt;are my weakness's..&lt;br /&gt;and it could back fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead..&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking for a&lt;br /&gt;particular person!&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;if the person I would like to meet&lt;br /&gt;will be&lt;br /&gt;older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;whether he will be type A&lt;br /&gt;or peace loving...&lt;br /&gt;whether he will be&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;or easy going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know&lt;br /&gt;is that he will respect me!&lt;br /&gt;He will accept who I am&lt;br /&gt;and whether we are similar&lt;br /&gt;or complete opposites&lt;br /&gt;he will not try and change me..&lt;br /&gt;nor me him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship of acceptance&lt;br /&gt;means&lt;br /&gt;that I will excel in my strengths..&lt;br /&gt;he will excel in his strengths!&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to 'take over'&lt;br /&gt;an area I am weak in..&lt;br /&gt;he will!&lt;br /&gt;he will not try and make me do it his way!&lt;br /&gt;This matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will enjoy each others company..&lt;br /&gt;we will be relaxed&lt;br /&gt;and companionable...&lt;br /&gt;we will be able to talk&lt;br /&gt;about what matters,&lt;br /&gt;and what does not!&lt;br /&gt;and we will respect&lt;br /&gt;and accept each others opinions!&lt;br /&gt;we will be loyal to each other..&lt;br /&gt;we will protect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be the same!&lt;br /&gt;We may be opposite!&lt;br /&gt;But, we will BE balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4491080894305102822?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4491080894305102822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-girl-wants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4491080894305102822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4491080894305102822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-girl-wants.html' title='What a girl wants...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6191024671440923142</id><published>2011-10-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:33:29.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in on line dating defined</title><content type='html'>Dear potential on line suitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people who know&lt;br /&gt;and love me,&lt;br /&gt;think that in doing this&lt;br /&gt;I am nuts!&lt;br /&gt;so, it would help;&lt;br /&gt;if you were not,&lt;br /&gt;well, nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These small tips might help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we talk&lt;br /&gt;its best that you do not tell me&lt;br /&gt;that you could&lt;br /&gt;'look at my pictures all day'..&lt;br /&gt;that you have my number&lt;br /&gt;'on speed dial' already...&lt;br /&gt;or ask if we could set up&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a first date..&lt;br /&gt;in which you entertain me all evening&lt;br /&gt;with out asking a single question..&lt;br /&gt;please do not later send a text&lt;br /&gt;asking what I am wearing..&lt;br /&gt;and if I would like to come over!&lt;br /&gt;IF you had asked a SINGLE question&lt;br /&gt;you would have by now figured out-&lt;br /&gt;'I am NOT that girl'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you email me for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;I prefer you do not start with the line;&lt;br /&gt;'hey baby cakes'..&lt;br /&gt;but, that is just me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging up the phone with me&lt;br /&gt;(after talking the first time)&lt;br /&gt;and then calling right back..&lt;br /&gt;(which of course will go unanswered)&lt;br /&gt;and then emailing me..&lt;br /&gt;twice..&lt;br /&gt;is CREEPY!!&lt;br /&gt;so don't!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'stalking radar'&lt;br /&gt;is slightly strong..&lt;br /&gt;I will admit..&lt;br /&gt;so a text is fine!&lt;br /&gt;but a text followed by another text..&lt;br /&gt;followed by any variation&lt;br /&gt;of 'did you get my text'..&lt;br /&gt;is again..&lt;br /&gt;too much!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the girl who likes to be smothered&lt;br /&gt;is out there..&lt;br /&gt;but I am not her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear potential suitor..&lt;br /&gt;think balance!&lt;br /&gt;think normal!&lt;br /&gt;Do not mention&lt;br /&gt;my pictures more than once..&lt;br /&gt;remember you have not met me yet..&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe a single word&lt;br /&gt;that you say,&lt;br /&gt;and I am quite sure&lt;br /&gt;your pictures are fake&lt;br /&gt;and you are using an alias!&lt;br /&gt;The deck is already stacked against you!&lt;br /&gt;So, if an actual date is hoped for...&lt;br /&gt;than lets tone down the crazy&lt;br /&gt;and go from there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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defined'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-8685540560907764182</id><published>2011-10-08T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T07:26:52.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a month...</title><content type='html'>October is a month of milestones&lt;br /&gt;for me...&lt;br /&gt;its started with my birthday on the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 5th was the 5 year&lt;br /&gt;anniversary of my divorce.&lt;br /&gt;(is that even what you call it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later..&lt;br /&gt;October 7th&lt;br /&gt;marks 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;that I married a man&lt;br /&gt;I had known only 8 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;I am celebrating&lt;br /&gt;my 20th reunion from high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestones in my life..&lt;br /&gt;that make me who I am today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at my the first leg of my reunion&lt;br /&gt;was bitter sweet!&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;married and pregnant&lt;br /&gt;with my 3rd child.&lt;br /&gt;I was a  stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;and secure in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;I am single..&lt;br /&gt;a mother of a teenager-&lt;br /&gt;and 2 might as well be teenage gals&lt;br /&gt;I work full time..&lt;br /&gt;and live month to month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However-&lt;br /&gt;I am happier now..&lt;br /&gt;more sure of who I am..&lt;br /&gt;and yet-&lt;br /&gt;still feel&lt;br /&gt;on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;Often in life I feel on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;Not in a bad way..&lt;br /&gt;just in an aware way.&lt;br /&gt;I am quirky..&lt;br /&gt;different..&lt;br /&gt;I get that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, for so many years&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that..&lt;br /&gt;I, instead,was my 'role'&lt;br /&gt;not my 'person'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..&lt;br /&gt;I face this month&lt;br /&gt;seeing how long a healthy divorce&lt;br /&gt;takes..&lt;br /&gt;and knowing we are there,&lt;br /&gt;as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;I see how&lt;br /&gt;I have forgiven myself&lt;br /&gt;for misjudgements&lt;br /&gt;that happened in the wake&lt;br /&gt;of the hurt...&lt;br /&gt;and I recognize&lt;br /&gt;how much change has happened&lt;br /&gt;in 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that all in all..&lt;br /&gt;it is Good!&lt;br /&gt;and I would do it..&lt;br /&gt;all over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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month...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-753746630491885593</id><published>2011-10-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:20:06.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dating do's and don'ts...Debbie's way!</title><content type='html'>So..&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten my feet wet&lt;br /&gt;with dating!&lt;br /&gt;Still not doing a lot of it...&lt;br /&gt;but have done enough of it&lt;br /&gt;to know a few things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some Don'ts..&lt;br /&gt;still learning the Do's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning that&lt;br /&gt;I have a few pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is that&lt;br /&gt;when someone asks if they can call-&lt;br /&gt;I tend to tell them&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot talk until my kids&lt;br /&gt;are in bed,&lt;br /&gt;I give a time..&lt;br /&gt;and yet..&lt;br /&gt;it seems not to matter!&lt;br /&gt;The phone will ring&lt;br /&gt;2 hours before the kids are sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;and I know..&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER pick up!&lt;br /&gt;its not about calling the shots..&lt;br /&gt;its about being HEARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also learning&lt;br /&gt;that there are men&lt;br /&gt;who will say&lt;br /&gt;they like what I stand for.&lt;br /&gt;respect who I am..&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;their actions&lt;br /&gt;and intentions&lt;br /&gt;on a first or second date..&lt;br /&gt;say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Its why&lt;br /&gt;a third date does not happen!&lt;br /&gt;I am clear about who I am..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning&lt;br /&gt;that those little 'warnings' in my gut&lt;br /&gt;start going off quite quickly!&lt;br /&gt;I do not always hear them&lt;br /&gt;until they are yelling..&lt;br /&gt;but I am learning that they are&lt;br /&gt;always there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all,&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to follow my instincts!&lt;br /&gt;to listen to my gut..&lt;br /&gt;to believe in my own hunches...&lt;br /&gt;I am learning&lt;br /&gt;to trust in ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-753746630491885593?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/753746630491885593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating-dos-and-dontsdebbies-way.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/753746630491885593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/753746630491885593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating-dos-and-dontsdebbies-way.html' title='dating do&apos;s and don&apos;ts...Debbie&apos;s way!'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6893801804529264190</id><published>2011-10-02T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:38:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday recollections....</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;38 years old..&lt;br /&gt;or young..&lt;br /&gt;or somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 32 birthdays&lt;br /&gt;were pretty routine..&lt;br /&gt;all good in their own ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, 5 years ago-&lt;br /&gt;birthdays took on a whole new meaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends took me to dinner-&lt;br /&gt;my gifts?&lt;br /&gt;items to start my new life.&lt;br /&gt;I moved out of the house&lt;br /&gt;I had built with my husband&lt;br /&gt;of almost 15 years..&lt;br /&gt;5 days after that birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later..&lt;br /&gt;I was taken to dinner by the man&lt;br /&gt;I would marry in just a few days!!&lt;br /&gt;We got in a fight..&lt;br /&gt;because my ex called our kids..&lt;br /&gt;ON my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;caused an issue..&lt;br /&gt;I ignored the warning..&lt;br /&gt;I was married again&lt;br /&gt;with the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year after that..&lt;br /&gt;I was dreadfully unhappy...&lt;br /&gt;the man I married&lt;br /&gt;surprised me with a hot air balloon ride,&lt;br /&gt;a grand gesture..&lt;br /&gt;a picture taking opportunity..&lt;br /&gt;in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of hurt and anger..&lt;br /&gt;yelling and threats.&lt;br /&gt;it was a birthday that ended&lt;br /&gt;once again in a fight..&lt;br /&gt;as once again&lt;br /&gt;my ex called our kids...&lt;br /&gt;on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;dejavu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later!&lt;br /&gt;I was divorced again-&lt;br /&gt;I was still finding my footing!&lt;br /&gt;a friend took me to dinner&lt;br /&gt;and for a pedicure!&lt;br /&gt;It was nice..&lt;br /&gt;I was still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later..&lt;br /&gt;a GREAT night out with&lt;br /&gt;SEVERAL friends!&lt;br /&gt;Including a man&lt;br /&gt;I had just started dating.&lt;br /&gt;the dating was short lived..&lt;br /&gt;the friendships STILL strong..&lt;br /&gt;and that birthday&lt;br /&gt;the start of a new me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;1 year later..&lt;br /&gt;3 years single-again..&lt;br /&gt;healthy..&lt;br /&gt;happy !&lt;br /&gt;another night out with friends!&lt;br /&gt;this time..&lt;br /&gt;I was not reserved.&lt;br /&gt;I was not guarded.&lt;br /&gt;I was free of all hurt!&lt;br /&gt;I had a date with me..&lt;br /&gt;it was obvious before the night&lt;br /&gt;was over..&lt;br /&gt;that I would not see him again-&lt;br /&gt;but, even that was good!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;I felt loved and celebrated!&lt;br /&gt;I felt 'home'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years of hurt and heartache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now today..&lt;br /&gt;a weekend of celebration..&lt;br /&gt;first with friends..&lt;br /&gt;then with family..&lt;br /&gt;and today with my kids-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what I know;&lt;br /&gt;is that I get stronger&lt;br /&gt;with each birthday..&lt;br /&gt;wiser with each lesson..&lt;br /&gt;happier with each year that passes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even as another birthday passes...&lt;br /&gt;without that 'special' someone-&lt;br /&gt;the people that celebrated with me&lt;br /&gt;remind me&lt;br /&gt;that love comes in all packages..&lt;br /&gt;and that a complete life&lt;br /&gt;is a celebrated life!&lt;br /&gt;and this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly how I felt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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recollections....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-351315886584673762</id><published>2011-09-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:12:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW...alot to say..</title><content type='html'>2 weeks is probably&lt;br /&gt;the longest I have gone&lt;br /&gt;without blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these last 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;have held a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;and frustrated with dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quit dating-&lt;br /&gt;let it go..&lt;br /&gt;decided that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to meet someone local..&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to wait&lt;br /&gt;until it was right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;I met someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where it will go.&lt;br /&gt;but,  when I stopped waiting&lt;br /&gt;and wondering-&lt;br /&gt;something good happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like every step&lt;br /&gt;in this journey..&lt;br /&gt;each step&lt;br /&gt;has taught me lessons&lt;br /&gt;and helped me grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the outcome..&lt;br /&gt;so far so good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-351315886584673762?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1501196531644939573</id><published>2011-09-18T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:47:55.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes..and so it goes...</title><content type='html'>Dating...&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;not dating..&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;not so ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 'actively' dating...&lt;br /&gt;or considering dates when asked:)..&lt;br /&gt;which is quite huge!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;that I will reach a place&lt;br /&gt;so soon&lt;br /&gt;of just sitting back..&lt;br /&gt;and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;because really...&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to&lt;br /&gt;rush into a relationship...&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to rush the process&lt;br /&gt;of meeting someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;its the cliche..&lt;br /&gt;the being alone..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling like life is passing&lt;br /&gt;and I am running out of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;dating for this moment...&lt;br /&gt;(admittedly dating is&lt;br /&gt; a strong word for it:)!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;is JUST around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it...&lt;br /&gt;I can hear its breathe...&lt;br /&gt;that place of just being willing&lt;br /&gt;to 'be'..&lt;br /&gt;seems to be finding me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1501196531644939573?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1501196531644939573/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-307457679980397335</id><published>2011-09-14T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T18:29:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The many layers......</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;that I might reach the end&lt;br /&gt;of the lessons..&lt;br /&gt;get to that 'single' place&lt;br /&gt;that is defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet..&lt;br /&gt;it does not happen.&lt;br /&gt;I keep learning more...&lt;br /&gt;growing...&lt;br /&gt;regressing..&lt;br /&gt;progressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found myself single,&lt;br /&gt;my whole world&lt;br /&gt;changed.&lt;br /&gt;I knew than&lt;br /&gt;that I did not know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; I was...&lt;br /&gt;I knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I was;&lt;br /&gt;a wife, and a mother.&lt;br /&gt;but what about&lt;br /&gt;when those roles shifted?&lt;br /&gt;what then!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out to find out&lt;br /&gt;what I liked&lt;br /&gt;and did not...&lt;br /&gt;who I was alone..&lt;br /&gt;and in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to 'be'&lt;br /&gt;and how to cry..&lt;br /&gt;and bigger I learned&lt;br /&gt;how to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I shifted some of that identity&lt;br /&gt;into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a 'single mom'&lt;br /&gt;with young kids.&lt;br /&gt;The business&lt;br /&gt;of doing so much alone,&lt;br /&gt;the struggle of providing&lt;br /&gt;and getting an education.&lt;br /&gt;The role once again began to define me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as my kids get older;&lt;br /&gt;and still need me..&lt;br /&gt;but differently!&lt;br /&gt;as they begin to find their identity..&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering&lt;br /&gt;if I still have mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new type of identity crisis...&lt;br /&gt;a new exciting,&lt;br /&gt;while daunting place to be.&lt;br /&gt;Single..&lt;br /&gt;a mom..&lt;br /&gt;a Single mom..&lt;br /&gt;single..&lt;br /&gt;a Woman..&lt;br /&gt;a Single Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all roles-&lt;br /&gt;but all different!&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;I get to focus a bit more&lt;br /&gt;on the individual aspects&lt;br /&gt;of who I am..&lt;br /&gt;and learn how to be Single..&lt;br /&gt;while still a Mom..&lt;br /&gt;since I think I am now&lt;br /&gt;quite comfortable in the role&lt;br /&gt;of 'single mom'..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-307457679980397335?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4465442501025070666</id><published>2011-09-12T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T03:53:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a life reclaimed...</title><content type='html'>so..&lt;br /&gt;I have been down!&lt;br /&gt;so many different things...&lt;br /&gt;kids getting older..&lt;br /&gt;a bit of an identity crisis..&lt;br /&gt;pressure in life..&lt;br /&gt;ect..ect...ect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than tonight&lt;br /&gt;talking to a friend..&lt;br /&gt;I changed tracks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may feel&lt;br /&gt;a little tough-&lt;br /&gt;but my life is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much&lt;br /&gt;to be thankful for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have children who are growing!&lt;br /&gt;They are going through normal stages&lt;br /&gt;in life...&lt;br /&gt;they have their moments of good&lt;br /&gt;and their moments of not so good.&lt;br /&gt;but, they are good kids-&lt;br /&gt;happy kids!&lt;br /&gt;they have rooms of their own..&lt;br /&gt;and cool beds!&lt;br /&gt;they have 2 parents who love them&lt;br /&gt;and grandparents who adore them!&lt;br /&gt;They are liked by their teachers&lt;br /&gt;and friends!&lt;br /&gt;They have good lives!&lt;br /&gt;They are blessed!&lt;br /&gt;They have full bellies...&lt;br /&gt;and clean clothes!&lt;br /&gt;My children have so much!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have support in my parents!&lt;br /&gt;This is huge!&lt;br /&gt;My parents are 2 of my closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to them about my problems-&lt;br /&gt;I can spend time with them&lt;br /&gt;when I am lonely...&lt;br /&gt;I can call them in a fix.&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am close to my sister..&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;enough said!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job..&lt;br /&gt;love my job!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my job!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a roof over my head!&lt;br /&gt;a home&lt;br /&gt;that is cute..&lt;br /&gt;and cozy..&lt;br /&gt;and safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a temperamental car...&lt;br /&gt;but its a car!&lt;br /&gt;It drives!&lt;br /&gt;well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a closet with clothes in..&lt;br /&gt;and I have shoes..&lt;br /&gt;cute and functional!&lt;br /&gt;I have a pantry&lt;br /&gt;that has food in it...&lt;br /&gt;I am not wanting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in my life&lt;br /&gt;that brings me joy.&lt;br /&gt;There are sometimes&lt;br /&gt;aspects of my life&lt;br /&gt;that cause me hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I take the moment&lt;br /&gt;to look at what I have..&lt;br /&gt;compared to what I do not..&lt;br /&gt;the hurt lessens&lt;br /&gt;and the gratitude&lt;br /&gt;grows..&lt;br /&gt;and grows..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4465442501025070666?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4465442501025070666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-reclaimed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4465442501025070666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4465442501025070666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-reclaimed.html' title='a life reclaimed...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6658576253818442919</id><published>2011-09-11T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:51:43.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have something to admit...</title><content type='html'>I am a little over it...&lt;br /&gt;a little depressed..&lt;br /&gt;a lot restless..&lt;br /&gt;and slightly aggravated at the pressure&lt;br /&gt;of everyone else's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is..&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;what it is&lt;br /&gt;can become more pressure&lt;br /&gt;than what it is not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I try and figure out&lt;br /&gt;where the feelings are coming from-&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the core&lt;br /&gt;is the utter and complete responsibility&lt;br /&gt;always on my shoulders..&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little like a man,&lt;br /&gt;who hits mid life and buys a sports car..&lt;br /&gt;just for a release from the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spoke to a friend about balance&lt;br /&gt;last night..&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my life&lt;br /&gt;and it is so weighted towards&lt;br /&gt;'the heavy'..&lt;br /&gt;paying the bills,&lt;br /&gt;working to provide,&lt;br /&gt;getting a better education&lt;br /&gt;to provide more..&lt;br /&gt;raising kids (of course)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aspects I take seriously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that is left also&lt;br /&gt;holds 'responsibility'..&lt;br /&gt;cooking meals, cleaning my home, doing laundry;&lt;br /&gt;all things that must happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are the parenting aspects-&lt;br /&gt;taking my kids to and from games,&lt;br /&gt;running them to the library,&lt;br /&gt;and other activities..&lt;br /&gt;The good stuff is not pressure..&lt;br /&gt;the movie nights and chats.&lt;br /&gt;The moments we all share life!&lt;br /&gt;Those are the windows in time&lt;br /&gt;that fuel the rest.&lt;br /&gt;But, much of parenting&lt;br /&gt;is doing the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;Overseeing the homework..&lt;br /&gt;holding them responsible for choices..&lt;br /&gt;Being a Mom-&lt;br /&gt;when being a friend is more appealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory that this should be 'it'...&lt;br /&gt;..my main focus-my only focus...&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like I am under water!&lt;br /&gt;I love my life...&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids..&lt;br /&gt;I love my job...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes want to just enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restlessness I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;is a life weighted&lt;br /&gt;in the direction of what must be done..&lt;br /&gt;a restlessness so many feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution lies&lt;br /&gt;in a positive remedy!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure yet&lt;br /&gt;what that will be...&lt;br /&gt;self destructive choices are not an option-&lt;br /&gt;I am a mom always..&lt;br /&gt;whether with my kids or not!&lt;br /&gt;but, something..&lt;br /&gt;something that will hold my mind&lt;br /&gt;captive for moments..&lt;br /&gt;something that for a moment&lt;br /&gt;will let me feel&lt;br /&gt;like a young woman,&lt;br /&gt;with a full life ahead..&lt;br /&gt;rather than a woman,&lt;br /&gt;who carries so much alone-&lt;br /&gt;with what feels like a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;of lessons&lt;br /&gt;already lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just where I am now...&lt;br /&gt;it is not where I will be for long.&lt;br /&gt;recognizing where the feelings come from&lt;br /&gt;and looking for an answer..&lt;br /&gt;is what defines a life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resigned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reclaimed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6658576253818442919?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6658576253818442919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-something-to-admit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6658576253818442919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6658576253818442919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-something-to-admit.html' title='I have something to admit...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1927608697974386</id><published>2011-09-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:35:54.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busier then busy....</title><content type='html'>ironically&lt;br /&gt;I took the semester off&lt;br /&gt;of college..&lt;br /&gt;for some breathing room!&lt;br /&gt;I have a new position&lt;br /&gt;at work&lt;br /&gt;and it is more intense..&lt;br /&gt;I took the time to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet..&lt;br /&gt;with less on my plate&lt;br /&gt;I am busier than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;My job is certainly busier..&lt;br /&gt;but its more than that!&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is on the volley ball team&lt;br /&gt;for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;so there are games and practices..&lt;br /&gt;I have also started going&lt;br /&gt;back to the gym!&lt;br /&gt;My days start early&lt;br /&gt;and end late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its more..&lt;br /&gt;I am taking time for me!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes just to walk..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes to meet friends..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes with the kids-&lt;br /&gt;sometimes with out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often people who love me&lt;br /&gt;tell me to slow down..&lt;br /&gt;but here is the thing..&lt;br /&gt;until when??&lt;br /&gt;This is my life!&lt;br /&gt;If all I do is try and survive it&lt;br /&gt;and keep my head above water..&lt;br /&gt;thats all I will ever do!&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;my work is here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;My kids are getting older...&lt;br /&gt;and more complicated!&lt;br /&gt;My degree will need to be finished..&lt;br /&gt;my home will always need to be cleaned..&lt;br /&gt;this is my life!&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;in my mind-&lt;br /&gt;now is the time to live!&lt;br /&gt;I am in my 30's..&lt;br /&gt;young and vibrant!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT should I be waiting for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about balance...&lt;br /&gt;and certainly&lt;br /&gt;there are moments of nothing..&lt;br /&gt;and moments of quiet...&lt;br /&gt;and moments of fun..&lt;br /&gt;and moments of solitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;moments of waiting???&lt;br /&gt;for what??!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1927608697974386?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1780920590949961044</id><published>2011-09-05T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:20:05.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have those moments...</title><content type='html'>I have been divorced&lt;br /&gt;from my children's dad&lt;br /&gt;for almost 5 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship&lt;br /&gt;has changed&lt;br /&gt;and evolved.&lt;br /&gt;I would say,&lt;br /&gt;it is about the best it can be&lt;br /&gt;considering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer am 'in love with him'..&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wish him back.&lt;br /&gt;I have truly moved on-&lt;br /&gt;as has he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still have those 'moments'...&lt;br /&gt;moments when I wish&lt;br /&gt;that I was not alone..&lt;br /&gt;that I still shared life&lt;br /&gt;with another!&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I miss the 'wholeness'&lt;br /&gt;of what has since broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight that moment came&lt;br /&gt;during a family game.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was out with a friend&lt;br /&gt;and saw a family&lt;br /&gt;(parents and kids)&lt;br /&gt;playing cards at the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;it made an impression.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I played with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;and my 14 year old was 'bored'..&lt;br /&gt;and my youngest was being 'cute'..&lt;br /&gt;and my middle 'funny'..&lt;br /&gt;I felt  like something was missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having that person...&lt;br /&gt;that person&lt;br /&gt;who can roll their eyes WITH me&lt;br /&gt;at the moody teenager..&lt;br /&gt;or smile at me&lt;br /&gt;over the silly jokes...&lt;br /&gt;or continue playing cards with me&lt;br /&gt;when the kids go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person no longer has a specific face&lt;br /&gt;or a name..&lt;br /&gt;or even a real existence.&lt;br /&gt;this person is an ideal..&lt;br /&gt;an echo in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little&lt;br /&gt;cheated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting solo..&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard to create the memories...&lt;br /&gt;and the moments.&lt;br /&gt;when deep down&lt;br /&gt;I actually would be OK&lt;br /&gt;sharing them,&lt;br /&gt;not owning them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'moment' that happens...&lt;br /&gt;has changed over time-&lt;br /&gt;its not raw-&lt;br /&gt;its no longer about a person-&lt;br /&gt;its no longer a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;or a lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an idea&lt;br /&gt;an illusion...&lt;br /&gt;a fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;of what sharing life&lt;br /&gt;with another&lt;br /&gt;might have been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1780920590949961044?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1780920590949961044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-still-have-those-moments.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1780920590949961044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1780920590949961044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-still-have-those-moments.html' title='I still have those moments...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5305526217952796391</id><published>2011-09-04T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:48:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL! that makes sense...</title><content type='html'>for many years&lt;br /&gt;I did not date..&lt;br /&gt;and I was content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I dated a bit..&lt;br /&gt;and have found myself restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a hurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the risks&lt;br /&gt;and know the benefit&lt;br /&gt;of a healthy foundation.&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that children&lt;br /&gt;change the time line..&lt;br /&gt;and dynamics!&lt;br /&gt;and should be carefully considered!&lt;br /&gt;Rushing is not an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet..&lt;br /&gt;I do look forward to that time&lt;br /&gt;in my life&lt;br /&gt;when a 'relationship' is defined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the past 3 months&lt;br /&gt;I have actually begun&lt;br /&gt;to almost 'fret'..&lt;br /&gt;I have found alone time&lt;br /&gt;not as freeing!&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted company&lt;br /&gt;rather than solitude..&lt;br /&gt;I have hoped for companionship&lt;br /&gt;and avoided loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have wondered why?&lt;br /&gt;what has changed!?&lt;br /&gt;Why was I so content!&lt;br /&gt;and now not as much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today-&lt;br /&gt;I realized;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my season of life has changed!!&lt;br /&gt;My children are all getting older!&lt;br /&gt;I am a part of their lives..&lt;br /&gt;but no longer the center!&lt;br /&gt;They need me, of course..&lt;br /&gt;but differently!!&lt;br /&gt;They are content to be with friends..&lt;br /&gt;or in their rooms..&lt;br /&gt;as much as with me!&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer their main focus..&lt;br /&gt;and their activity director.&lt;br /&gt;My son and  middle daughter are BOTH&lt;br /&gt;old enough to babysit....&lt;br /&gt;life has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;without 3 children in tow..&lt;br /&gt;I can run errands or even meet a friend-&lt;br /&gt;and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet-&lt;br /&gt;this has left a void.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so 'full'&lt;br /&gt;with children's activities and needs..&lt;br /&gt;now I am still busy..&lt;br /&gt;and there are still ball games..&lt;br /&gt;and sleep overs,&lt;br /&gt;and chatting..&lt;br /&gt;they do still need me-&lt;br /&gt;but its different!&lt;br /&gt;so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost myself a little...&lt;br /&gt;I looked to fill the void-&lt;br /&gt;and assumed maybe another would be key!&lt;br /&gt;someone to fill the alone time;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure-&lt;br /&gt;that will be nice!&lt;br /&gt;but, that is not the goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goal is to re-find my center..&lt;br /&gt;and my contentment,&lt;br /&gt;within my new season!&lt;br /&gt;This will happen over and over&lt;br /&gt;as my children grow..&lt;br /&gt;4 years from now&lt;br /&gt;my son leaves for college...&lt;br /&gt;8 years from now&lt;br /&gt;my youngest will do the same..&lt;br /&gt;and there will be many&lt;br /&gt;milestones along the way!&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;I will loose my footing..&lt;br /&gt;and many times I will&lt;br /&gt;need to re-find me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT  'in' another..&lt;br /&gt;maybe 'with' another;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;regardless-&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in me is the key!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now-&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking&lt;br /&gt;salsa lessons&lt;br /&gt;might do the trick!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5305526217952796391?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5305526217952796391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-that-makes-sense.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5305526217952796391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5305526217952796391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-that-makes-sense.html' title='WELL! that makes sense...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-3682083249090097407</id><published>2011-08-31T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:34:54.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>processing privately</title><content type='html'>so..&lt;br /&gt;not everything is to share...&lt;br /&gt;but everything&lt;br /&gt;is to be processed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things leave me heart heavy..&lt;br /&gt;and some things leave me smiling...&lt;br /&gt;and some things leave me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find very little;&lt;br /&gt;about being single-&lt;br /&gt;straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether it is dating&lt;br /&gt;or co-parenting..&lt;br /&gt;or working-&lt;br /&gt;or balancing kids activities...&lt;br /&gt;or finding time for me...&lt;br /&gt;none of it is black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how simplified&lt;br /&gt;I make my life-&lt;br /&gt;or try-&lt;br /&gt;life is just not simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there is plenty to process..&lt;br /&gt;in private..&lt;br /&gt;and out loud.&lt;br /&gt;plenty to wonder about&lt;br /&gt;and worry about..&lt;br /&gt;plenty to keep my mind busy,&lt;br /&gt;even when my body is at rest.&lt;br /&gt;and something tells me..&lt;br /&gt;its just the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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privately'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-8268386777397737432</id><published>2011-08-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:57:15.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over parenting??</title><content type='html'>I do a lot for my kids..&lt;br /&gt;I admit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still check on my high schooler&lt;br /&gt;during his school day-&lt;br /&gt;making sure he ordered his lunch!&lt;br /&gt;if he did not bring it from home...&lt;br /&gt;This is not for him&lt;br /&gt;(he orders just fine)&lt;br /&gt;this is for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack my children's lunches!&lt;br /&gt;they can pack them themselves..&lt;br /&gt;but their lunches&lt;br /&gt;are my love note!&lt;br /&gt;They do not know this yet..&lt;br /&gt;or understand-&lt;br /&gt;that each treat&lt;br /&gt;was hand picked..&lt;br /&gt;each item chosen just for them!&lt;br /&gt;They do not need me to do this..&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes clean their rooms..&lt;br /&gt;or cover them for their chores!&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes carry their plates&lt;br /&gt;to and from the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;not always-&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes take care of all&lt;br /&gt;the pets...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes clean out their mess&lt;br /&gt;from the car...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes do their laundry..&lt;br /&gt;and often fold it and put it away!&lt;br /&gt;I pack for my high schooler&lt;br /&gt;when he goes to camp-&lt;br /&gt;I pack for my girls when they&lt;br /&gt;go too...&lt;br /&gt;I do the dishes...&lt;br /&gt;and the housework..&lt;br /&gt;and the mopping&lt;br /&gt;and the sweeping-&lt;br /&gt;and I know they can!&lt;br /&gt;and I guess they should..&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I do it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes too much..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hand it all back!&lt;br /&gt;before picking it right back up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong..&lt;br /&gt;they can do things for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;they can do their own laundry-&lt;br /&gt;and clean their rooms&lt;br /&gt;and do the dishes,&lt;br /&gt;and care for the pets&lt;br /&gt;and remember to get agendas signed&lt;br /&gt;and take money for lunch&lt;br /&gt;on catered days...&lt;br /&gt;they can-&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I love being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;and part of being a mom&lt;br /&gt;(for me)&lt;br /&gt;is doing things for them&lt;br /&gt;that I know they can do for&lt;br /&gt;themselves...&lt;br /&gt;its checking on them..&lt;br /&gt;and loving on them..&lt;br /&gt;and carrying some of their load-&lt;br /&gt;even when my load&lt;br /&gt;is heavy enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a choice I make..&lt;br /&gt;one I understand,&lt;br /&gt;and balance!&lt;br /&gt;a choice to teach them how&lt;br /&gt;to do it all..&lt;br /&gt;and yet to choose&lt;br /&gt;to do some of it&lt;br /&gt;for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done-&lt;br /&gt;so soon..&lt;br /&gt;they will take all they know&lt;br /&gt;and live their lives alone..&lt;br /&gt;and I will be left&lt;br /&gt;with the memories&lt;br /&gt;of moments&lt;br /&gt;when I did it all..&lt;br /&gt;and I have no doubt-&lt;br /&gt;I will miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;no doubt- at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8268386777397737432?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8268386777397737432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/over-parenting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8268386777397737432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8268386777397737432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/over-parenting.html' title='over parenting??'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6123068202494670212</id><published>2011-08-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:04:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot can change...</title><content type='html'>In just one week..&lt;br /&gt;so much can change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago-&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed!&lt;br /&gt;I felt in over my head..&lt;br /&gt;and just wanted to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today-&lt;br /&gt;I am in a much better place!!&lt;br /&gt;I love my job&lt;br /&gt;and I am excited about the new&lt;br /&gt;challenges!!&lt;br /&gt;I ,of course, love my kids!&lt;br /&gt;and I am enjoying&lt;br /&gt;a new season&lt;br /&gt;as my middle child&lt;br /&gt;has joined a JV volleyball team!&lt;br /&gt;I love my little home..&lt;br /&gt;and have been purging&lt;br /&gt;and it feels really good!!&lt;br /&gt;I love my extended family-&lt;br /&gt;and have been able to spend&lt;br /&gt;time with them!&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends..&lt;br /&gt;and this  has been a&lt;br /&gt;great week&lt;br /&gt;for me socially!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..&lt;br /&gt;in just a week-&lt;br /&gt;I have climbed down the rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;and found MY pot of gold!&lt;br /&gt;It is not heavy&lt;br /&gt;or financially viable..&lt;br /&gt;in fact,&lt;br /&gt;just the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is found in the moments&lt;br /&gt;that make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;The moments&lt;br /&gt;that remind me&lt;br /&gt;why I keep going..&lt;br /&gt;when I just do not want to!!&lt;br /&gt;the moments&lt;br /&gt;that touch my heart..&lt;br /&gt;and reach my soul.&lt;br /&gt;the moments that matter&lt;br /&gt;only to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens in those moments!!&lt;br /&gt;And those moments&lt;br /&gt;can turn it all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6123068202494670212?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6123068202494670212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/alot-can-change.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6123068202494670212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6123068202494670212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/alot-can-change.html' title='Alot can change...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-2245715497079780692</id><published>2011-08-22T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:56:59.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Uncle...</title><content type='html'>So I often try and do it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the kids to help..&lt;br /&gt;but make lots of room&lt;br /&gt;for their busy schedules too!&lt;br /&gt;I spend time with them..&lt;br /&gt;I listen to their stories..&lt;br /&gt;I referee their arguments...&lt;br /&gt;I pack their lunches..&lt;br /&gt;I keep in touch with teachers...&lt;br /&gt;I monitor their homework-&lt;br /&gt;I taxi them to events..&lt;br /&gt;and arrange play dates&lt;br /&gt;and sleep overs...&lt;br /&gt;as most parents do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my all at work..&lt;br /&gt;and love what I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go to college..&lt;br /&gt;trying to give them more&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;than I currently&lt;br /&gt;can now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;its too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am drowning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever catch my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I cry uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;I cry uncle..&lt;br /&gt;reassessing what  I must do..&lt;br /&gt;and what I must not!&lt;br /&gt;looking for ways&lt;br /&gt;to alleviate the pressure..&lt;br /&gt;but , also knowing-&lt;br /&gt;that today&lt;br /&gt;I cry Uncle!&lt;br /&gt;but;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I will be OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I will regain perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I will embrace the business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I will breathe deeply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today-&lt;br /&gt;I will remember&lt;br /&gt;that Tomorrow is still to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2245715497079780692?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2245715497079780692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/crying-uncle.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2245715497079780692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2245715497079780692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/crying-uncle.html' title='Crying Uncle...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6376352560933660748</id><published>2011-08-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T07:27:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones and memories</title><content type='html'>My son starts High school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth-&lt;br /&gt;he has already been&lt;br /&gt;doing high school classes,&lt;br /&gt;he knows all the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;and continues at the same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its more the idea&lt;br /&gt;than the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the idea..&lt;br /&gt;is pretty significant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember so well&lt;br /&gt;my first day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;I know well&lt;br /&gt;what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;and I understand&lt;br /&gt;that in a few short years&lt;br /&gt;his future&lt;br /&gt;shall begin..&lt;br /&gt;and my present shall forever change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of the young man he is..&lt;br /&gt;blessed to share these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also alone&lt;br /&gt;in this milestone!&lt;br /&gt;His father and I,&lt;br /&gt;while amicable and friends;&lt;br /&gt;will not stay up tonight&lt;br /&gt;talking about the way life is flying by..&lt;br /&gt;we will not share our memories&lt;br /&gt;of other first days..&lt;br /&gt;we will not laugh over&lt;br /&gt;how fast he has grown.&lt;br /&gt;or cry a little when we think&lt;br /&gt;of toddler moments so long gone..&lt;br /&gt;In truth-&lt;br /&gt;if we were married&lt;br /&gt;we may not have done that either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how we change&lt;br /&gt;the perceptions&lt;br /&gt;of what would be,&lt;br /&gt;when we no longer remember&lt;br /&gt;what was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless....&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;my life takes on a new season.&lt;br /&gt;my heart will hurt a little.&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss my son,&lt;br /&gt;knowing I am kissing a young man..&lt;br /&gt;no longer a boy.&lt;br /&gt;I will begin the process&lt;br /&gt;of letting him grow..&lt;br /&gt;and face the prospect&lt;br /&gt;of navigating this new road&lt;br /&gt;on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new journey for us both...&lt;br /&gt;A season of growth and maturity&lt;br /&gt;for mother AND for son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6376352560933660748?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6376352560933660748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/milestones-alone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6376352560933660748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6376352560933660748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/milestones-alone.html' title='Milestones and memories'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-909934964582756949</id><published>2011-08-19T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:30:36.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pandora's box...</title><content type='html'>The thing&lt;br /&gt;with being alone..&lt;br /&gt;it seems,&lt;br /&gt;is that I am OK&lt;br /&gt;alone;&lt;br /&gt;until I am not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I was&lt;br /&gt;solidly single&lt;br /&gt;I was content alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started&lt;br /&gt;to date-&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;while I can be alone,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I feel sad by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;what the future looks like-&lt;br /&gt;or even what tomorrow holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know&lt;br /&gt;that I have started to hope&lt;br /&gt;for a presence..&lt;br /&gt;hope for a person..&lt;br /&gt;hope for a resolution..&lt;br /&gt;and hope for security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough&lt;br /&gt;to sell my soul...&lt;br /&gt;not enough&lt;br /&gt;to compromise who I am...&lt;br /&gt;but, enough&lt;br /&gt;to hurt my heart a bit.&lt;br /&gt;enough to 'feel'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I opened&lt;br /&gt;pandora's box&lt;br /&gt;when I dropped my walls...&lt;br /&gt;now all I can do&lt;br /&gt;is wait&lt;br /&gt;and see...&lt;br /&gt;not an easy place to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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box...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-3667330124196108773</id><published>2011-08-17T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:33:08.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a place to process</title><content type='html'>I think I need to start&lt;br /&gt;carrying a journal with me..&lt;br /&gt;writing is what gets my heart expressed..&lt;br /&gt;writing takes all the feelings&lt;br /&gt;and sorts them out!&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes as I am sitting&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;I need to get the thoughts out of my head..&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;I have nowhere to put them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;I shall get a small journal,&lt;br /&gt;and carry a pen..&lt;br /&gt;and write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fine..&lt;br /&gt;good..&lt;br /&gt;complicated..&lt;br /&gt;confusing...&lt;br /&gt;unsure..&lt;br /&gt;happy..&lt;br /&gt;content...&lt;br /&gt;unstable...&lt;br /&gt;amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Life..&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes life&lt;br /&gt;takes words&lt;br /&gt;to sort it all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-3667330124196108773?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3667330124196108773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/place-to-process.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/3667330124196108773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/3667330124196108773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/place-to-process.html' title='a place to process'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5144719307079876361</id><published>2011-08-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:10:35.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected clarity!</title><content type='html'>The most bizarre and amazing thing&lt;br /&gt;happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to have a date...&lt;br /&gt;it did not work out!&lt;br /&gt;I went to my quirky coffee shop..&lt;br /&gt;alone!&lt;br /&gt;something I do a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarely do I see others alone...&lt;br /&gt;its a cute little place-&lt;br /&gt;live music&lt;br /&gt;nice menu&lt;br /&gt;wine or coffee...&lt;br /&gt;I always drink coffee..&lt;br /&gt;or water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat alone-&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man come in on his own.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed!&lt;br /&gt;He was young, handsome..&lt;br /&gt;and its  Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but wonder..&lt;br /&gt;why would he choose here?&lt;br /&gt;and yes..I KNOW that I choose here!&lt;br /&gt;but, I am quirky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat for a while,&lt;br /&gt;ate,&lt;br /&gt;drank water..&lt;br /&gt;we made eye contact a few times..&lt;br /&gt;but he was far away.&lt;br /&gt;I read my book..pouted(over missed date)..ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left..&lt;br /&gt;I left later.&lt;br /&gt;I went down stairs&lt;br /&gt;and he sat outside the restaurant on a bench..&lt;br /&gt;he started chatting to me..&lt;br /&gt;we stopped chatting 4 1/2 hours later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out..&lt;br /&gt;he spends his time alone&lt;br /&gt;the way I do..&lt;br /&gt;wondering the streets of the quaint little town..&lt;br /&gt;away from the bars and the bustle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;he is younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;Enough to make him think..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  or Maybe not;&lt;br /&gt;enough to change it all?&lt;br /&gt;we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;not so much for me..&lt;br /&gt;but, maybe for him?&lt;br /&gt;guess time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..for now..&lt;br /&gt;I have met a wonderful new friend!&lt;br /&gt;One I will see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time..&lt;br /&gt;I realized..&lt;br /&gt;that easy connection?&lt;br /&gt;that fluke meeting?&lt;br /&gt;that kindred moment?&lt;br /&gt;its out there...&lt;br /&gt;and worth waiting for..&lt;br /&gt;no matter the end result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5144719307079876361?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6486009535855109520</id><published>2011-08-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:28:37.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting....</title><content type='html'>Someone important to me&lt;br /&gt;asked me some questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goal was to get me to think&lt;br /&gt;about what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;and what my future would look like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main question:&lt;br /&gt;where do I want to be in 5 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer;&lt;br /&gt;right where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in the same town.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the same home.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be at the same job..&lt;br /&gt;and will have 2 children still in school.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near my parents..&lt;br /&gt;and near my children's father.&lt;br /&gt;I would like my life to look&lt;br /&gt;not too different from now..&lt;br /&gt;with less college&lt;br /&gt;(I hope to be done)&lt;br /&gt;maybe a touch more money..&lt;br /&gt;(then again with my oldest in college..maybe a touch less)&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;someone to share the moments with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea-&lt;br /&gt;when I meet someone&lt;br /&gt;I need to know what to measure&lt;br /&gt;to find out:&lt;br /&gt;if they fit with 'me'&lt;br /&gt;and my goals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion-&lt;br /&gt;many things matter!&lt;br /&gt;but, someone&lt;br /&gt;content&lt;br /&gt;to live in a small town..&lt;br /&gt;happy with the status quot..&lt;br /&gt;family centered..&lt;br /&gt;and grounded in the reality&lt;br /&gt;that parenthood brings..&lt;br /&gt;tops my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one question so far-&lt;br /&gt;but, a big one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6486009535855109520?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6486009535855109520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflecting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6486009535855109520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6486009535855109520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflecting.html' title='reflecting....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4729695845637123990</id><published>2011-08-07T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T03:43:36.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating 101</title><content type='html'>I tend to be an all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;person..&lt;br /&gt;I am working on balance..&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;it does not come easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last small stretch&lt;br /&gt;of dating&lt;br /&gt;held many clues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest&lt;br /&gt;is that from the beginning-&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to date others&lt;br /&gt;and focus on the place I was.&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;it was not 'committed'..&lt;br /&gt;and he preferred no expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result:&lt;br /&gt;me doing a lot of waiting..&lt;br /&gt;and wondering..&lt;br /&gt;and not feeling&lt;br /&gt;so great about the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;my lesson..&lt;br /&gt;was to be careful&lt;br /&gt;about realistic expectations...&lt;br /&gt;and to keep myself 'living'&lt;br /&gt;while waiting to see what shall happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now-&lt;br /&gt;I have 'dived' into dating..&lt;br /&gt;and have been asked out&lt;br /&gt;on 3 dates&lt;br /&gt;next week..&lt;br /&gt;all or nothing-&lt;br /&gt;that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that I do&lt;br /&gt;not know..&lt;br /&gt;what I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to judge normal-&lt;br /&gt;when you do not have a measure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never dated much..&lt;br /&gt;I want to try it a bit..&lt;br /&gt;see what I like-&lt;br /&gt;see what works&lt;br /&gt;and what does not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if in  the process..&lt;br /&gt;even right away-&lt;br /&gt;I meet the man&lt;br /&gt;that treats me well..&lt;br /&gt;That Likes me for me...&lt;br /&gt;and wants to take it to the next step,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the same;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly willing&lt;br /&gt;to miss out on all the 'dating'..&lt;br /&gt;but, if not..&lt;br /&gt;I shall embrace the process&lt;br /&gt;and take the lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good and bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4729695845637123990?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4080290114709732418</id><published>2011-08-05T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:15:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking Away</title><content type='html'>So..&lt;br /&gt;I have been dating&lt;br /&gt;for a short while!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a process...&lt;br /&gt;and one I learned lessons from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it has also been hard-&lt;br /&gt;in moments too hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To much baggage&lt;br /&gt;between us maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just not a fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just not the right timing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was not feeling&lt;br /&gt;as I should..&lt;br /&gt;I felt on edge&lt;br /&gt;and in moments 'unseen'..&lt;br /&gt;my expectations-&lt;br /&gt;maybe too high?&lt;br /&gt;but, maybe not high enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that&lt;br /&gt;I want it to feel different..&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel more valued&lt;br /&gt;even in the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I walked away..&lt;br /&gt;I redefined the perimeters...&lt;br /&gt;and my own guidelines..&lt;br /&gt;I left the ending&lt;br /&gt;open ended..&lt;br /&gt;but the expectations are clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move on..&lt;br /&gt;I do what I should have done&lt;br /&gt;all along..&lt;br /&gt;I see other people-&lt;br /&gt;I date without the preset notions..&lt;br /&gt;and I see what I want&lt;br /&gt;and who I am meant to be with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all,&lt;br /&gt;I take back myself..&lt;br /&gt;my power&lt;br /&gt;and strength..&lt;br /&gt;and I live this aspect of my life-&lt;br /&gt;on the terms that count:&lt;br /&gt;mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4080290114709732418?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4080290114709732418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking-away.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4080290114709732418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4080290114709732418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking-away.html' title='walking Away'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4040496639044545811</id><published>2011-08-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T17:56:10.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all in the same boat...</title><content type='html'>Seems the more I blog&lt;br /&gt;about the perils&lt;br /&gt;of dating...&lt;br /&gt;the more I see&lt;br /&gt;that many of us&lt;br /&gt;single parents/people&lt;br /&gt;are in the same boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems&lt;br /&gt;many of us&lt;br /&gt;would happily&lt;br /&gt;JUMP ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find dating&lt;br /&gt;a roller coaster..&lt;br /&gt;in truth..&lt;br /&gt;I would say&lt;br /&gt;I find 'early' dating&lt;br /&gt;that way!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I will find&lt;br /&gt;a dating commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this??&lt;br /&gt;the moments of expression..&lt;br /&gt;followed by moments of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;The inability&lt;br /&gt;to really know what&lt;br /&gt;someone else is thinking..&lt;br /&gt;and the newness&lt;br /&gt;which makes it a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments you think you know..&lt;br /&gt;followed by the moments&lt;br /&gt;you are sure you do not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will not always be like this-&lt;br /&gt;but, for now..&lt;br /&gt;the moments when I 'know'&lt;br /&gt;are NOT enough to carry me&lt;br /&gt;through the moments&lt;br /&gt;I 'do not'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so many moments&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking&lt;br /&gt;the worst..&lt;br /&gt;only to see that I am&lt;br /&gt;wrong...&lt;br /&gt;but, the next time..&lt;br /&gt;I will probably do&lt;br /&gt;the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the process...&lt;br /&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;Sure!&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying!&lt;br /&gt;I am doing 'my' thing..&lt;br /&gt;And spending moments&lt;br /&gt;together..&lt;br /&gt;and in truth things&lt;br /&gt;are going OK..&lt;br /&gt;its just there are moments&lt;br /&gt;when I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;if its OK or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;I think-&lt;br /&gt;is this worth it??&lt;br /&gt;this unsureness...&lt;br /&gt;this insecurity...&lt;br /&gt;this knowing&lt;br /&gt;that the outcome is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unknown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it worth this?&lt;br /&gt;and really...&lt;br /&gt;I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I do..&lt;br /&gt;I am sure&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about it!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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boat...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4186650361884768891</id><published>2011-07-31T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:47:47.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones...Not!</title><content type='html'>I hear the phrase so often-&lt;br /&gt;"actions speak louder than words"&lt;br /&gt;and I understand that to most&lt;br /&gt;this is true-&lt;br /&gt;and certainly&lt;br /&gt;to some degree  I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, not as much&lt;br /&gt;as one would think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;or break it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think over&lt;br /&gt;life changing moments..&lt;br /&gt;the things I remember&lt;br /&gt;are the words that were said!&lt;br /&gt;Not the 'things' I came to know-&lt;br /&gt;or even the things I saw&lt;br /&gt;or experienced...&lt;br /&gt;its the words&lt;br /&gt;that were said to me&lt;br /&gt;about the event at hand..&lt;br /&gt;that left the lasting impression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to list&lt;br /&gt;the most heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;aspects of my divorce-&lt;br /&gt;the memories I have&lt;br /&gt;are all things said..&lt;br /&gt;the moments I broke;&lt;br /&gt;were within the sounds-&lt;br /&gt;not the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remarried..&lt;br /&gt;what broke me?&lt;br /&gt;the things said to me.&lt;br /&gt;The put downs&lt;br /&gt;and the unkind criticisms..&lt;br /&gt;that carried more weight&lt;br /&gt;than extravagant gestures..&lt;br /&gt;or even the times&lt;br /&gt;spent in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side...&lt;br /&gt;when kind words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;my heart soars...&lt;br /&gt;talking something out&lt;br /&gt;with someone-&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel close&lt;br /&gt;and connected to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not always a good trait..&lt;br /&gt;some people use words&lt;br /&gt;as weapons..&lt;br /&gt;some use them at their bidding.&lt;br /&gt;some say them without malice..&lt;br /&gt;and yet they implant in my heart-&lt;br /&gt;with hurt!&lt;br /&gt;for me-&lt;br /&gt;I notice words more than most..&lt;br /&gt;something said as an aside-&lt;br /&gt;will make me wonder and think.&lt;br /&gt;something said in kindness or compliment&lt;br /&gt;will replay in my mind and heart!&lt;br /&gt;something said in anger-&lt;br /&gt;can become a stone in my core.&lt;br /&gt;something said in love..&lt;br /&gt;will keep me holding on,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes beyond reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,it is what it is...&lt;br /&gt;sticks and stones&lt;br /&gt;are preferable..&lt;br /&gt;words;&lt;br /&gt;can make me&lt;br /&gt;or break me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;as I see this-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder!&lt;br /&gt;am I as careful&lt;br /&gt;with my words?&lt;br /&gt;do I measure them as carefully&lt;br /&gt;as I should-&lt;br /&gt;do I regard them as powerful..&lt;br /&gt;or do  I react and just say them..&lt;br /&gt;and pick up the pieces later!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope being more aware&lt;br /&gt;of the effect they have on me..&lt;br /&gt;I will be more aware&lt;br /&gt;of the way I share them&lt;br /&gt;with others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that knowing how words&lt;br /&gt;change my perceptions-&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to judge in balance..&lt;br /&gt;I will hear the words,&lt;br /&gt;read the tone,&lt;br /&gt;look at the actions-&lt;br /&gt;and begin to&lt;br /&gt;hear beyond the syllables...&lt;br /&gt;and see beyond the definitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Stones...Not!'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5516724621716902364</id><published>2011-07-30T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T21:21:59.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>progress....</title><content type='html'>I have made progress&lt;br /&gt;in a couple of areas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about living&lt;br /&gt;my life..&lt;br /&gt;rather than waiting-&lt;br /&gt;this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;the one I am seeing&lt;br /&gt;had family in town-&lt;br /&gt;I went to a movie&lt;br /&gt;alone last night&lt;br /&gt;(loved it..crazy stupid love)&lt;br /&gt;met a girlfriend for dinner&lt;br /&gt;tonight-&lt;br /&gt;and sat listening to live&lt;br /&gt;music for several hours!&lt;br /&gt;It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;I lived my life..&lt;br /&gt;I did not sit and stew..&lt;br /&gt;or wonder..&lt;br /&gt;or worry..&lt;br /&gt;its a start!&lt;br /&gt;And it felt a lot&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;than waiting around..&lt;br /&gt;just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other area&lt;br /&gt;of progress&lt;br /&gt;is communication..&lt;br /&gt;I shared what I needed&lt;br /&gt;and it seems to be working!&lt;br /&gt;what a concept..&lt;br /&gt;ask and receive!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the process&lt;br /&gt;not really any further..&lt;br /&gt;but not going backwards&lt;br /&gt;quite as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dating measured differently...&lt;br /&gt;but, in ways that matter&lt;br /&gt;most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='progress....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1003892128287461743</id><published>2011-07-28T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T05:22:26.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dating mom...complicated situation</title><content type='html'>No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;with this current&lt;br /&gt;'dating situation'&lt;br /&gt;I am in..&lt;br /&gt;I am learning SO much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two people&lt;br /&gt;with a past!&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens&lt;br /&gt;when you begin dating&lt;br /&gt;at almost 40..&lt;br /&gt;with children&lt;br /&gt;and ex's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the past-&lt;br /&gt;comes the hurt-&lt;br /&gt;along with the hurt-&lt;br /&gt;comes the fear-&lt;br /&gt;along with the fear-&lt;br /&gt;comes the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things&lt;br /&gt;change the way&lt;br /&gt;you date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember dating in my late teens..&lt;br /&gt;the newness&lt;br /&gt;the excitement..&lt;br /&gt;the belief that love was enough.&lt;br /&gt;(it was not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I date as a devoted mother..&lt;br /&gt;who has learned&lt;br /&gt;that love can let you down.&lt;br /&gt;I date a man&lt;br /&gt;who is a father first..&lt;br /&gt;who has learned the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so-&lt;br /&gt;I learn!&lt;br /&gt;I learn to talk rather than assume.&lt;br /&gt;I learn that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;things are not what they appear.&lt;br /&gt;I learn that men who have been hurt&lt;br /&gt;are as weary as woman.&lt;br /&gt;I learn that a mans hurt&lt;br /&gt;is a steel wall..&lt;br /&gt;I learn that a woman's hurt&lt;br /&gt;is strong on the outside but buckles&lt;br /&gt;when hope is introduced.&lt;br /&gt;I learn that working it out&lt;br /&gt;is harder than walking away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly:&lt;br /&gt;I learn that the heart is resilient&lt;br /&gt;but retains the scars..&lt;br /&gt;and has a memory of its own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn!&lt;br /&gt;and no matter&lt;br /&gt;whether this is a few more weeks&lt;br /&gt;or turns into a lifetime;&lt;br /&gt;the lessons&lt;br /&gt;are shaping who I am&lt;br /&gt;in this new stage of healing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1003892128287461743?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6285720031486992052</id><published>2011-07-26T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:18:42.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT bulb MOMENT!</title><content type='html'>I get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Being alone&lt;br /&gt;are NOT mutually exclusive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I found&lt;br /&gt;dating hard?&lt;br /&gt;because there is&lt;br /&gt;no security&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;will you have plans?&lt;br /&gt;or not?&lt;br /&gt;that evening without kids..&lt;br /&gt;will you spend it with 'him'&lt;br /&gt;or alone?&lt;br /&gt;Should you make plans with friends..&lt;br /&gt;or will he call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was not dating...&lt;br /&gt;I had no problem&lt;br /&gt;making plans&lt;br /&gt;for me..&lt;br /&gt;or with friends!&lt;br /&gt;Now dating-&lt;br /&gt;I can put life on hold..&lt;br /&gt;just in case!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself restless&lt;br /&gt;alone...&lt;br /&gt;as if there is a better option&lt;br /&gt;and I am missing out!&lt;br /&gt;as if there is&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;'all or nothing'&lt;br /&gt;dating button!&lt;br /&gt;and then I GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;no! NO! no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to continue to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;being alone!&lt;br /&gt;I need to plan my time&lt;br /&gt;as before..&lt;br /&gt;I need to go see the movies&lt;br /&gt;I like..&lt;br /&gt;and get my thai food!&lt;br /&gt;plan my nights with friends...&lt;br /&gt;I need to be content alone!&lt;br /&gt;I need to spend the time I can&lt;br /&gt;with the one I am getting&lt;br /&gt;to know!&lt;br /&gt;I need to be available&lt;br /&gt;if possible!&lt;br /&gt;I need to invest in the newness...&lt;br /&gt;I need to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I try&lt;br /&gt;and do one or the other..&lt;br /&gt;either possibility&lt;br /&gt;can bring about frustration&lt;br /&gt;and disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;When I understand&lt;br /&gt;that in the dating process&lt;br /&gt;you are still alone...&lt;br /&gt;I look at life differently!&lt;br /&gt;I still look to me&lt;br /&gt;to create the fulfillment..&lt;br /&gt;rather then waiting on another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall put effort&lt;br /&gt;into enjoying both!&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled when with another-&lt;br /&gt;fulfilled when alone..&lt;br /&gt;understanding that to survive&lt;br /&gt;dating&lt;br /&gt;I must be able to do both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6285720031486992052?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6285720031486992052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/light-bulb-moment.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6285720031486992052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6285720031486992052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/light-bulb-moment.html' title='LIGHT bulb MOMENT!'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-2462258323046687238</id><published>2011-07-25T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:39:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My funk....</title><content type='html'>It happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to much going on..&lt;br /&gt;to little going on...&lt;br /&gt;to many emotions-&lt;br /&gt;not enough time-&lt;br /&gt;not enough money-&lt;br /&gt;Its called life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I love my life...&lt;br /&gt;every now and then&lt;br /&gt;I get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to the normal situations&lt;br /&gt;the new dynamics of dating..&lt;br /&gt;and it seems a recipe for disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet..&lt;br /&gt;it really is up to me!!&lt;br /&gt;I can allow it all to get to me-&lt;br /&gt;as I have!&lt;br /&gt;Or I can let it go..&lt;br /&gt;or at least un clutter my head&lt;br /&gt;to leave some room to deal with it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy&lt;br /&gt;to just let life happen..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;its more then you bargain for..&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;letting life consume you&lt;br /&gt;is no better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..&lt;br /&gt;I face and know;&lt;br /&gt;that the stress of being the bread winner&lt;br /&gt;is just that.. stress!&lt;br /&gt;The stress of going back to school&lt;br /&gt;is just that...stress!&lt;br /&gt;The stress of raising three kids&lt;br /&gt;is just that...stress!&lt;br /&gt;and the stress of dating..&lt;br /&gt;yes! more stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life??&lt;br /&gt;is good!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is mine!&lt;br /&gt;and all of the above&lt;br /&gt;is still what I allow it to be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2462258323046687238?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2462258323046687238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-funk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2462258323046687238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2462258323046687238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-funk.html' title='My funk....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5440715627797205505</id><published>2011-07-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:15:35.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated world..or complicated me?</title><content type='html'>so..&lt;br /&gt;not for the first time in my life..&lt;br /&gt;or the second..&lt;br /&gt;or honestly even the 3rd..&lt;br /&gt;I have been accused&lt;br /&gt;of making something complicated-&lt;br /&gt;that did not need to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to see&lt;br /&gt;a pattern here!!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true..&lt;br /&gt;I over think..&lt;br /&gt;I over analyze..&lt;br /&gt;I over worry...&lt;br /&gt;I over talk...&lt;br /&gt;and I over estimate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not mean&lt;br /&gt;the people who&lt;br /&gt;do this 'suggesting'&lt;br /&gt;of my complicated self;&lt;br /&gt;are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;or close..&lt;br /&gt;or even always that nice..&lt;br /&gt;just sayin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it means&lt;br /&gt;that if I am honest with myself-&lt;br /&gt;I will see that they are right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..&lt;br /&gt;today starts a new day!&lt;br /&gt;As will tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and the day after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my goal?&lt;br /&gt;go with the flow..&lt;br /&gt;stop worrying&lt;br /&gt;that a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;will turn into a marriage..&lt;br /&gt;or not!&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking for every issue&lt;br /&gt;to see if I can live like&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead..&lt;br /&gt;I shall decide for today!&lt;br /&gt;and than tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I shall decide again..&lt;br /&gt;until I am not deciding..&lt;br /&gt;because I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or think I know..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe do not know..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;its so much easier than it sounds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5440715627797205505?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-7524758394311231398</id><published>2011-07-20T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:49:11.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still so much to learn..</title><content type='html'>The bump&lt;br /&gt;and working through stress&lt;br /&gt;of a new relationship..&lt;br /&gt;taught me some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I learned&lt;br /&gt;that you have to see out the process&lt;br /&gt;to really learn what makes someone&lt;br /&gt;tick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, also I learned&lt;br /&gt;that as far as I have come...&lt;br /&gt;I have so much still to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so many areas&lt;br /&gt;of my life..&lt;br /&gt;I am strong&lt;br /&gt;and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;but, in some areas&lt;br /&gt;I still fall back to unhealthy patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something&lt;br /&gt;'unjust'&lt;br /&gt;happens..&lt;br /&gt;or someone shuts me out;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to be heard!&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes&lt;br /&gt;my need to be heard&lt;br /&gt;becomes clingy and weak..&lt;br /&gt;it becomes all the qualities&lt;br /&gt;I want to avoid&lt;br /&gt;in myself-&lt;br /&gt;and others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stems from just needing to know..&lt;br /&gt;to understand!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting to hear and be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its unattractive&lt;br /&gt;and above all..&lt;br /&gt;it gives away my strength&lt;br /&gt;and leaves me feeling&lt;br /&gt;powerless&lt;br /&gt;and hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many walls..&lt;br /&gt;I let fear rule-&lt;br /&gt;I give too much credit-&lt;br /&gt;I second guess too much-&lt;br /&gt;I make excuses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realize&lt;br /&gt;that I have to learn to overcome&lt;br /&gt;these tendencies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not learn healthy relationship skills&lt;br /&gt;while sitting on the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;I will only learn how to&lt;br /&gt;overcome these areas...&lt;br /&gt;and communicate effectively&lt;br /&gt;while in the actual game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...&lt;br /&gt;it goes..&lt;br /&gt;and so..&lt;br /&gt;it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-7524758394311231398?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7524758394311231398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-so-much-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7524758394311231398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7524758394311231398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-so-much-to-learn.html' title='Still so much to learn..'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5563651895474711726</id><published>2011-07-18T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:45:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl wants..</title><content type='html'>So here is my list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a man that shares my faith&lt;br /&gt;2)a man that has kids or completely respects that I do, and understands all that entails.&lt;br /&gt;3)a man with a stable income and rewarding job&lt;br /&gt;4)a man who makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;5)a man that is flexible&lt;br /&gt;6)a man that makes me feel valuable to him&lt;br /&gt;7)a man that does not see the need to drink excessively with friends often if at all&lt;br /&gt;8)a man who watches his language around me&lt;br /&gt;9)a man that makes me feel safe&lt;br /&gt;10)a man who respects who I am, even if he does not share all my quirks&lt;br /&gt;11)a man who will communicate in good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;12)a man I am attracted to&lt;br /&gt;13)a man that makes me feel attractive&lt;br /&gt;14)a man who knows who he is and is comfortable in his own skin&lt;br /&gt;15)a man who accepts and understands the demands in my life&lt;br /&gt;16)a man who embraces my love for my family&lt;br /&gt;17)a man who encourages my time with friends&lt;br /&gt;18)a man who has his own healthy hobbies&lt;br /&gt;19)a man who smiles easily&lt;br /&gt;20)a man who handles his stress appropriately&lt;br /&gt;21)a man who is respectful to those around him&lt;br /&gt;22)a man who treats his mother kindly&lt;br /&gt;23)a man who understands and accepts the back seat role he will have with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;24)a man who likes being a man&lt;br /&gt;25)a man who  likes, or accepts with kindness, animals&lt;br /&gt;26)a man who wants a balanced partnership&lt;br /&gt;27)a man who will allow me to talk things out when I feel hurt&lt;br /&gt;28)a man who will not keep me guessing&lt;br /&gt;29)a man who will be faithful&lt;br /&gt;30)a man who will enhance my life emotionally, and allow me to do the same to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not find the one man&lt;br /&gt;who encompasses all of this..&lt;br /&gt;but someone will have&lt;br /&gt;more of these qualities than less...&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are less then vital..&lt;br /&gt;Some I cannot live without...&lt;br /&gt;And maybe in time the list will grow-&lt;br /&gt;or shrink!&lt;br /&gt;but, I am learning as I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5563651895474711726?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4636249909087055697</id><published>2011-07-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:33:40.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A speed bump..or a stop sign!</title><content type='html'>dating is hard!&lt;br /&gt;There is NO way around it!&lt;br /&gt;do you open up?&lt;br /&gt;or hold back?&lt;br /&gt;are they who they say?&lt;br /&gt;how will you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I have hit a speed bump&lt;br /&gt;in the new place I was..&lt;br /&gt;Why is not important!&lt;br /&gt;But, the fact that it is there..&lt;br /&gt;and will definitely slow things down,&lt;br /&gt;and most likely stop things all together-&lt;br /&gt;has gotten me to thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started dating,&lt;br /&gt;it was impulsive!&lt;br /&gt;I had waited so long...&lt;br /&gt;and said no so often!&lt;br /&gt;and than..a yes!&lt;br /&gt;and it was not perfect..&lt;br /&gt;but, it started to fit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;I had never really defined&lt;br /&gt;what I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;I was not really sure!&lt;br /&gt;I have decided&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens now-&lt;br /&gt;to define&lt;br /&gt;the qualities that matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I will look for&lt;br /&gt;and notice when absent!&lt;br /&gt;the things I can live without..&lt;br /&gt;and the things I cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise is imperative,&lt;br /&gt;flexibility a must..&lt;br /&gt;but, accepting the unacceptable..&lt;br /&gt;is... well..unacceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know&lt;br /&gt;until you go through it!?&lt;br /&gt;That's part of the process&lt;br /&gt;and in moments it stinks!&lt;br /&gt;But, if I learn..&lt;br /&gt;if the relationship lasts&lt;br /&gt;and is better for it-&lt;br /&gt;if it does not,&lt;br /&gt;but I am..&lt;br /&gt;the process is worth&lt;br /&gt;the very literal pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4636249909087055697?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4636249909087055697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/speed-bumpor-stop-sign.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4636249909087055697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4636249909087055697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/speed-bumpor-stop-sign.html' title='A speed bump..or a stop sign!'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6388686023374124355</id><published>2011-07-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:32:58.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 steps back..4 steps forward...</title><content type='html'>As I begin&lt;br /&gt;to learn..&lt;br /&gt;the new stage&lt;br /&gt;of another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new place in my life..&lt;br /&gt;A new experience...&lt;br /&gt;New questions&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes not so fun answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A past, a present, a future..&lt;br /&gt;his!&lt;br /&gt;mine!&lt;br /&gt;who we are..&lt;br /&gt;who we were..&lt;br /&gt;and who we want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this brings worries..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes beautiful perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;do we have a shot?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is a louder;&lt;br /&gt;'heck yeah'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we guaranteed it?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;will it work for sure?&lt;br /&gt;who knows!&lt;br /&gt;will we make it to the next stage?&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its no longer a game..&lt;br /&gt;its more than a dance!&lt;br /&gt;Its a start....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6388686023374124355?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5181150966448488438</id><published>2011-07-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:25:30.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>communication blunders...</title><content type='html'>So getting to know&lt;br /&gt;someone knew,&lt;br /&gt;means learning how&lt;br /&gt;to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have not&lt;br /&gt;experienced&lt;br /&gt;in a healthy way..&lt;br /&gt;in either of my marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now...&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to communicate;&lt;br /&gt;clearly,&lt;br /&gt;concisely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet instead;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous,&lt;br /&gt;tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;and shy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say what I mean&lt;br /&gt;in too many words..&lt;br /&gt;he thinks he hears&lt;br /&gt;what I mean&lt;br /&gt;and yet is confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew;&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;still be married..&lt;br /&gt;I would NOT be&lt;br /&gt;dating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how do I&lt;br /&gt;explain&lt;br /&gt;what I hope for&lt;br /&gt;or want?&lt;br /&gt;when I am afraid that if&lt;br /&gt;I get it..&lt;br /&gt;I will regret asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I care&lt;br /&gt;is a good sign..&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I trip on the words&lt;br /&gt;a reflection&lt;br /&gt;of the balance,&lt;br /&gt;versus control-&lt;br /&gt;I feel in this new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong..&lt;br /&gt;and I can be tough..&lt;br /&gt;but I am not the only one&lt;br /&gt;steering this ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all good..&lt;br /&gt;but gracious...&lt;br /&gt;I need script..please!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5181150966448488438?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5181150966448488438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/communication-blunders.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5181150966448488438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5181150966448488438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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not as fearful&lt;br /&gt;of breaking a rule..&lt;br /&gt;I am reading less into&lt;br /&gt;late calls&lt;br /&gt;or missed texts...&lt;br /&gt;I am accepting more&lt;br /&gt;of the good..&lt;br /&gt;and feeling more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;not just in my skin..&lt;br /&gt;but also with in this new stage.&lt;br /&gt;the game is becoming&lt;br /&gt;reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part-&lt;br /&gt;is the reaction of friends.&lt;br /&gt;The jaw dropping response&lt;br /&gt;when I mention&lt;br /&gt;"I am seeing someone"..&lt;br /&gt;that part makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;but, admittedly&lt;br /&gt;I was determined not to get to this place..&lt;br /&gt;until I wanted to be exactly here!&lt;br /&gt;I can see that those around me&lt;br /&gt;thought it might never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no allusions.&lt;br /&gt;I know that what is to come&lt;br /&gt;may not look anything like&lt;br /&gt;what is now...&lt;br /&gt;and I also know,&lt;br /&gt;it might look better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that in this moment&lt;br /&gt;I smile..&lt;br /&gt;and I feel excited...&lt;br /&gt;and I am FINALLY enjoying&lt;br /&gt;the process!&lt;br /&gt;and ready to see&lt;br /&gt;what might come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2878438637882432581?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2878438637882432581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-smiling-lot.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2878438637882432581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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chances&lt;br /&gt;to get it right&lt;br /&gt;or mess it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone&lt;br /&gt;does not ring&lt;br /&gt;when expected..&lt;br /&gt;I think:&lt;br /&gt;"if he does not call by 10:00 I am done!"...&lt;br /&gt;then:&lt;br /&gt;"if that phone does not ring by 10:10 its over!"&lt;br /&gt;then:&lt;br /&gt;"10:20 is my final offer!!"....&lt;br /&gt;then:&lt;br /&gt;10:25 the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;I pick it up and sweetly say:&lt;br /&gt;"hello?"..&lt;br /&gt;as if I am totally surprised my phone rang!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;a game!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However-&lt;br /&gt;the only way to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the game&lt;br /&gt;is to know...&lt;br /&gt;sure, you might get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;sure, you might hurt someone else...&lt;br /&gt;but, no matter the outcome-&lt;br /&gt;you will be OK!&lt;br /&gt;You have been OK before..&lt;br /&gt;and you can be OK again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is not there..&lt;br /&gt;the game becomes about desperation..&lt;br /&gt;the stakes get to high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;and make a bet or 2...&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to take a chance&lt;br /&gt;on the least likely outcome...&lt;br /&gt;I can take the risk&lt;br /&gt;on a lucky hunch...&lt;br /&gt;because I won this game&lt;br /&gt;when I learned that playing it&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; CHOICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-256916320988562364?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/256916320988562364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-games.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/256916320988562364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/256916320988562364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-games.html' title='oh the games....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4978174168584449001</id><published>2011-07-07T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:28:38.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going better than expected...</title><content type='html'>So about 3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;I had a first date..&lt;br /&gt;we are now on date number 5ish...&lt;br /&gt;not all fancy or formal..&lt;br /&gt;some just walks&lt;br /&gt;or snippets of time!&lt;br /&gt;Still NEW!&lt;br /&gt;Still unsure as to the next step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however..&lt;br /&gt;so far..&lt;br /&gt;so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow..&lt;br /&gt;kind..&lt;br /&gt;respectful...&lt;br /&gt;gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all good words...&lt;br /&gt;all good things;&lt;br /&gt;and all good reasons&lt;br /&gt;to stick around for date&lt;br /&gt;number 6!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4978174168584449001?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4978174168584449001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-better-than-expected.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4978174168584449001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4978174168584449001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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will just enjoy the process!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to..&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;here is the thing;&lt;br /&gt;Like most..&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurt!&lt;br /&gt;Badly!&lt;br /&gt;Twice!&lt;br /&gt;Both in the areas&lt;br /&gt;of trust-&lt;br /&gt;both in different ways-&lt;br /&gt;but equally devastating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;now I am in a 'game'..&lt;br /&gt;that has no rules!&lt;br /&gt;A game with no guarantee..&lt;br /&gt;a game that leaves me&lt;br /&gt;wondering;&lt;br /&gt;am I being played?&lt;br /&gt;a game that makes it&lt;br /&gt;hard for me&lt;br /&gt;to relax within the lack of structure&lt;br /&gt;and predictability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early stages&lt;br /&gt;of dating..&lt;br /&gt;The signs are impossible&lt;br /&gt;to read!&lt;br /&gt;My signals are crossed&lt;br /&gt;due to my walls!&lt;br /&gt;and when something&lt;br /&gt;I expected does not happen&lt;br /&gt;I want to write the person off.&lt;br /&gt;When something unexpected&lt;br /&gt;but welcome;&lt;br /&gt;happens..&lt;br /&gt;I fight the thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;being fooled...&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;its all part of the process!&lt;br /&gt;I know trust&lt;br /&gt;will one day be earned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dating different&lt;br /&gt;people..&lt;br /&gt;getting to know&lt;br /&gt;what I want&lt;br /&gt;and what I do not..&lt;br /&gt;is part of moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;if my heart&lt;br /&gt;is strong enough&lt;br /&gt;for the game..&lt;br /&gt;or if I should just&lt;br /&gt;bench myself..&lt;br /&gt;once again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8234499795275411684?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-7218710391154109320</id><published>2011-07-03T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:08:08.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the Wait...</title><content type='html'>I have been divorced&lt;br /&gt;from my children's father&lt;br /&gt;for almost 5 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had our ups&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;our downs..&lt;br /&gt;I have shut him out..&lt;br /&gt;he has done the same..&lt;br /&gt;We have NOT been&lt;br /&gt;the perfect divorced couple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However..&lt;br /&gt;we stuck through it!&lt;br /&gt;Giving each other the benefit&lt;br /&gt;of the doubt!&lt;br /&gt;Both giving second&lt;br /&gt;chances..&lt;br /&gt;Both remembering&lt;br /&gt;that before the divorce&lt;br /&gt;there was love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are!&lt;br /&gt;Today we sat&lt;br /&gt;and talked about the kids.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;It was open!&lt;br /&gt;We are on the same page!&lt;br /&gt;We then talked about a&lt;br /&gt;movie&lt;br /&gt;I have said no too..&lt;br /&gt;he thinks yes!&lt;br /&gt;He waited to ask me..&lt;br /&gt;he did not override me&lt;br /&gt;in his home..&lt;br /&gt;The affect?&lt;br /&gt;a compromise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken a while&lt;br /&gt;for us to feel safe&lt;br /&gt;with one another..&lt;br /&gt;for us to each trust one another..&lt;br /&gt;beyond the kids!&lt;br /&gt;But, it is happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship&lt;br /&gt;being restored!&lt;br /&gt;Not one of romance!&lt;br /&gt;But, respect!&lt;br /&gt;We will forever share&lt;br /&gt;children..&lt;br /&gt;and I hope&lt;br /&gt;we will forever&lt;br /&gt;share this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW this!&lt;br /&gt;IT does not happen&lt;br /&gt;like this for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there were also&lt;br /&gt;many moments along&lt;br /&gt;the way..&lt;br /&gt;that we could have both&lt;br /&gt;made choices&lt;br /&gt;that took life in a different&lt;br /&gt;direction!&lt;br /&gt;It takes 2 to get to this moment!&lt;br /&gt;and it takes choices along&lt;br /&gt;the way!&lt;br /&gt;It took letting go&lt;br /&gt;and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;It took strength&lt;br /&gt;and determination...&lt;br /&gt;and it took FAITH&lt;br /&gt;to know&lt;br /&gt;that it would one day&lt;br /&gt;be what it should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took time...&lt;br /&gt;And it was worth it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-7218710391154109320?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4216916064817226537</id><published>2011-07-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:03:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Forgiveness and letting go...</title><content type='html'>I have entered a new stage&lt;br /&gt;in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer as closed and fearful..&lt;br /&gt;I am reserved and cautious,&lt;br /&gt;but finally ready&lt;br /&gt;to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just with dating,&lt;br /&gt;also with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to focus more&lt;br /&gt;on the friends&lt;br /&gt;I have had..&lt;br /&gt;and friends I have just met!&lt;br /&gt;I am allowing myself&lt;br /&gt;to go on dates...&lt;br /&gt;I am also letting&lt;br /&gt;go of the past!&lt;br /&gt;Again, not just with past love&lt;br /&gt;but also past friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every relationship&lt;br /&gt;I have had..&lt;br /&gt;has survived&lt;br /&gt;the rocky road!&lt;br /&gt;Some that I thought&lt;br /&gt;would be resilient&lt;br /&gt;have dissipated like dust..&lt;br /&gt;some that I assumed&lt;br /&gt;were circumstantial;&lt;br /&gt;have proven to be&lt;br /&gt;bound by ties to strong&lt;br /&gt;to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to the friendships&lt;br /&gt;that did not make it..&lt;br /&gt;the loves left in my past..&lt;br /&gt;the dreams that were once&lt;br /&gt;mine...&lt;br /&gt;and instead embrace&lt;br /&gt;who I am...&lt;br /&gt;where I am...&lt;br /&gt;and those still walking&lt;br /&gt;this journey along side me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt;and old..&lt;br /&gt;first dates&lt;br /&gt;and second...&lt;br /&gt;Fresh starts&lt;br /&gt;with a weathered perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new season..&lt;br /&gt;a new, while rusty, me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4216916064817226537?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4216916064817226537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-present-forgiveness-and-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4216916064817226537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4216916064817226537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;dinner...&lt;br /&gt;and then when the date&lt;br /&gt;went well,&lt;br /&gt;a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Nice person...&lt;br /&gt;easy conversation...&lt;br /&gt;just nice..&lt;br /&gt;easy...&lt;br /&gt;NOT so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where it will go..&lt;br /&gt;maybe nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;maybe somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;but, I know&lt;br /&gt;that this event that I avoid&lt;br /&gt;was not nearly&lt;br /&gt;as worth avoiding&lt;br /&gt;as I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the easiness&lt;br /&gt;of the evening,&lt;br /&gt;came when I realized&lt;br /&gt;I am in control.&lt;br /&gt;I can see this person again,&lt;br /&gt;if he would like..&lt;br /&gt;and I can see him often..&lt;br /&gt;if we both choose...&lt;br /&gt;and I can remain&lt;br /&gt;uncommitted&lt;br /&gt;as long as I am honest..&lt;br /&gt;or I can choose to&lt;br /&gt;get involved..&lt;br /&gt;if we are both on the same&lt;br /&gt;page..&lt;br /&gt;or I can choose to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;as can he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;pressure...&lt;br /&gt;unless I allow it!&lt;br /&gt;There is no decision&lt;br /&gt;to be made...&lt;br /&gt;unless,  I choose&lt;br /&gt;to be a part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;a date became a date..&lt;br /&gt;and a second date&lt;br /&gt;..well...&lt;br /&gt;still a date...&lt;br /&gt;and a date with another?&lt;br /&gt;still a date..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word&lt;br /&gt;that only carries  as much&lt;br /&gt;weight&lt;br /&gt;as you allow it too..&lt;br /&gt;when you decide it should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4665238230878664046?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4665238230878664046/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1070019715221586783</id><published>2011-06-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:28:49.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sounds of silence...</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the start of my weekend..&lt;br /&gt;without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit....&lt;br /&gt;playing on Facebook..&lt;br /&gt;watching the news..&lt;br /&gt;feet on the coffee table...&lt;br /&gt;dogs sleeping near by on the couch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can sleep in...&lt;br /&gt;I know that no-one&lt;br /&gt;will need cough medicine,&lt;br /&gt;or water,&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off duty.&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then unbidden..&lt;br /&gt;I remember,&lt;br /&gt;I focus..&lt;br /&gt;I understand...&lt;br /&gt;This is not what  being a&lt;br /&gt;mom was meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to yearn&lt;br /&gt;for nights out with friends!&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to host weekly&lt;br /&gt;sleepovers..&lt;br /&gt;and make weekly Saturday&lt;br /&gt;morning breakfasts..&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to make cliche&lt;br /&gt;statements&lt;br /&gt;about sleeping when&lt;br /&gt;the kids left home...&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to feel cranky&lt;br /&gt;that I was never in the house&lt;br /&gt;alone..&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to think about&lt;br /&gt;'finding myself'&lt;br /&gt;when my kids were grown&lt;br /&gt;and gone.&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to be on duty&lt;br /&gt;ALL of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not meant to&lt;br /&gt;be here..&lt;br /&gt;right now...&lt;br /&gt;alone...&lt;br /&gt;relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;still...&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the sounds of silence..&lt;br /&gt;while counting the cost&lt;br /&gt;of the absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the moment...&lt;br /&gt;because it is here;&lt;br /&gt;it is mine!&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;all I want...&lt;br /&gt;is to give it back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1070019715221586783?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1070019715221586783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/sounds-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1070019715221586783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW there have&lt;br /&gt;been seasons&lt;br /&gt;when I was an awful friend..&lt;br /&gt;often non-existent....&lt;br /&gt;as I tried to survive my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, now..&lt;br /&gt;as I am healing..&lt;br /&gt;and healthier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;that maybe..&lt;br /&gt;I am still,&lt;br /&gt;just NOT that good&lt;br /&gt;of a friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I retreated&lt;br /&gt;into a cave&lt;br /&gt;several years ago!&lt;br /&gt;Like a bear&lt;br /&gt;licking its wounds...&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;have I really come out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a FEW friends&lt;br /&gt;that I see inconsistently often,&lt;br /&gt;but I know that I could call&lt;br /&gt;them at any time..&lt;br /&gt;and the same for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of gals&lt;br /&gt;that are my 'coffee' friends..&lt;br /&gt;and we meet at least&lt;br /&gt;monthly,&lt;br /&gt;and FB in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know MANY people...&lt;br /&gt;and get moments to encourage&lt;br /&gt;those in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my BFF from high school&lt;br /&gt;is still one of my&lt;br /&gt;very best friends..&lt;br /&gt;but we chat when we can...&lt;br /&gt;not that often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder???&lt;br /&gt;why am I not doing more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the woman in my life!&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to love&lt;br /&gt;and be loved by many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;am I still in my cave!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I only have&lt;br /&gt;the few...&lt;br /&gt;that I choose to see..&lt;br /&gt;and choose rather to be&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;then reach out&lt;br /&gt;most of the other times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a bad friend?&lt;br /&gt;or am I still finding my footing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure!&lt;br /&gt;and I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;where to start!&lt;br /&gt;because when you boil&lt;br /&gt;it down to the basics...&lt;br /&gt;I am still&lt;br /&gt;a single mom..&lt;br /&gt;who works full time..&lt;br /&gt;goes to college...&lt;br /&gt;and manages my home&lt;br /&gt;and 3 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is friendship the priority&lt;br /&gt;when time is so limited??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see...&lt;br /&gt;I think it is!&lt;br /&gt;and I think&lt;br /&gt;its time..&lt;br /&gt;for me to be a better friend!&lt;br /&gt;and in the process&lt;br /&gt;become a better,&lt;br /&gt;more well rounded&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-7807688927854827913?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7807688927854827913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/friend-or-foe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7807688927854827913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7807688927854827913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or foe....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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/&gt;It seems the more time&lt;br /&gt;that passes,&lt;br /&gt;the more I reconcile...&lt;br /&gt;not just my marriage,&lt;br /&gt;but who I was&lt;br /&gt;and was not within it..&lt;br /&gt;the more I understand&lt;br /&gt;that where I am now,&lt;br /&gt;is where I want to be!&lt;br /&gt;The more I am able&lt;br /&gt;to separate the father in my&lt;br /&gt;children's life..&lt;br /&gt;from the man&lt;br /&gt;that was in mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today..&lt;br /&gt;I shall help my children&lt;br /&gt;cook their father dinner!&lt;br /&gt;I shall set an example&lt;br /&gt;of honor..&lt;br /&gt;I shall help them celebrate&lt;br /&gt;and cherish their dad.&lt;br /&gt;They will serve him dinner&lt;br /&gt;within their home,&lt;br /&gt;while I run off to coffee..&lt;br /&gt;they shall love,&lt;br /&gt;as always,&lt;br /&gt;freely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;I feel free&lt;br /&gt;to honor and respect&lt;br /&gt;the role;&lt;br /&gt;their father plays..&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;the tinge of hurt attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time...&lt;br /&gt;but, it happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-7193672218943631084?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7193672218943631084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-that-no-longer-hurts.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7193672218943631084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7193672218943631084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-that-no-longer-hurts.html' title='A holiday that no longer hurts....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-3028759264803359463</id><published>2011-06-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:53:10.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A goodbye for good reasons..but it still hurts!</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to my companion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My golden..Simba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relinquished him&lt;br /&gt;to a rescue!&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful group of people...&lt;br /&gt;equipped to care for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;The primary,&lt;br /&gt;he had become aggressive&lt;br /&gt;towards me and my kids..&lt;br /&gt;the secondary,&lt;br /&gt;(possible causes)&lt;br /&gt;he had hip pain (dysplasia)&lt;br /&gt;and grand mal seizures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not able&lt;br /&gt;to pay for the medical procedures,&lt;br /&gt;and I cannot risk&lt;br /&gt;him hurting one of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hard choice!&lt;br /&gt;The rescue is wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;they will have him cared for..&lt;br /&gt;surgery, medicine, ect..&lt;br /&gt;and then they will adopt him&lt;br /&gt;into a home&lt;br /&gt;without small children!&lt;br /&gt;Best for him...&lt;br /&gt;sad for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much about Simba&lt;br /&gt;makes me smile to remember...&lt;br /&gt;and some makes me cringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved us all...&lt;br /&gt;especially the cats!&lt;br /&gt;His favorite was carrying&lt;br /&gt;them in his mouth..&lt;br /&gt;by their heads!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they&lt;br /&gt;are not as sad about his&lt;br /&gt;leaving,&lt;br /&gt;as I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba was an awful watch dog!&lt;br /&gt;HE hid behind me when&lt;br /&gt;he heard loud noises!!&lt;br /&gt;Once he had me walking&lt;br /&gt;around the house with a&lt;br /&gt;BIG stick,&lt;br /&gt;ready to dial 911,&lt;br /&gt;as he cowered&lt;br /&gt;and growled behind me!&lt;br /&gt;His fear was directed towards the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;turns out the lunch box&lt;br /&gt;on the table,&lt;br /&gt;was casting a shadow..&lt;br /&gt;that freaked him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,in spite of his poor protection skills,&lt;br /&gt;his presence made me feel&lt;br /&gt;less alone!!&lt;br /&gt;At night,&lt;br /&gt;He slept near me&lt;br /&gt;and his groans were comforting&lt;br /&gt;in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone..A lot!&lt;br /&gt;When the kids are with their dad&lt;br /&gt;I am more often alone&lt;br /&gt;than not..&lt;br /&gt;but a HUGE hairy dog&lt;br /&gt;takes space...&lt;br /&gt;shares breath...&lt;br /&gt;shows affection...&lt;br /&gt;and makes one feel&lt;br /&gt;well...not.. so alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba had his issues for sure!&lt;br /&gt;He ate ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;electric chords,&lt;br /&gt;porch screens,&lt;br /&gt;metal doors..&lt;br /&gt;and even a pair of eye glasses!&lt;br /&gt;He never outgrew the chewing stage,&lt;br /&gt;did I mention he ate part of my couch?&lt;br /&gt;We had gates up everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  also never actually learned&lt;br /&gt;to obey!&lt;br /&gt;He would do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;and get caught every time!&lt;br /&gt;He was my goofy dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we loved him!&lt;br /&gt;EVEN when he made us nuts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him...&lt;br /&gt;I will miss his presence..&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way he looked at me..&lt;br /&gt;and how he bumped my hand&lt;br /&gt;with his head&lt;br /&gt;when he wanted some love!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss sighing and saying,&lt;br /&gt;"oh Simba..not again"..&lt;br /&gt;when he ate something I was sure&lt;br /&gt;was indestructible!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way the cats&lt;br /&gt;rubbed up against him,&lt;br /&gt;and slept near him at night!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss so much....&lt;br /&gt;and for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I am remembering&lt;br /&gt;how alone,&lt;br /&gt;alone can really feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-3028759264803359463?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3028759264803359463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6130949959900421250</id><published>2011-06-11T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:50:57.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard to share!!</title><content type='html'>I have blogged a lot&lt;br /&gt;about the relationship&lt;br /&gt;my ex and I have...&lt;br /&gt;its as good as it gets,&lt;br /&gt;short of being BFF's&lt;br /&gt;or crossing healthy boundaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are able to do things&lt;br /&gt;together,&lt;br /&gt;we talk about the kids...&lt;br /&gt;and we communicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its hard to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not so much&lt;br /&gt;that I have to share the time!&lt;br /&gt;Its that I do not get to share&lt;br /&gt;in all the moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently&lt;br /&gt;their dad and I&lt;br /&gt;talked about the cruise..&lt;br /&gt;as much as I would like to&lt;br /&gt;go again..&lt;br /&gt;he would like to take them too..&lt;br /&gt;so next year is his!&lt;br /&gt;FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;but, in a perfect world...&lt;br /&gt;I would be on every vacation...&lt;br /&gt;in a perfect world..&lt;br /&gt;so would he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I take them to a movie&lt;br /&gt;or concert&lt;br /&gt;he wished he had..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;he takes them to do something&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have done too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about anger&lt;br /&gt;or resentment!&lt;br /&gt;Its just about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I became a mother&lt;br /&gt;and envisioned a future...&lt;br /&gt;I pictured the moments,&lt;br /&gt;and never saw&lt;br /&gt;fractured events!&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined&lt;br /&gt;that I would be hearing&lt;br /&gt;about vacations&lt;br /&gt;or movies&lt;br /&gt;or parks..&lt;br /&gt;rather then sharing in the&lt;br /&gt;experience!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure their dad feels&lt;br /&gt;the same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way around it!&lt;br /&gt;We have done the best with&lt;br /&gt;what we have!&lt;br /&gt;We respect each others&lt;br /&gt;need for memories and moments..&lt;br /&gt;We both put the kids needs&lt;br /&gt;above our own..&lt;br /&gt;We are both willing&lt;br /&gt;to share...&lt;br /&gt;its just not always easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again...&lt;br /&gt;the kids are loved&lt;br /&gt;and spoiled times two!!&lt;br /&gt;That is ALL good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6130949959900421250?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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  Nassua, Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHbHiEt1gck/TfLK5QE5E6I/AAAAAAAAARU/EGXbgegjD8I/s1600/cruise%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHbHiEt1gck/TfLK5QE5E6I/AAAAAAAAARU/EGXbgegjD8I/s200/cruise%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616774770201269154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            About to get on the cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wapgOaHX-j4/TfLKqIOxYkI/AAAAAAAAARM/PHOYlqtk-MI/s1600/pedicure%2B121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wapgOaHX-j4/TfLKqIOxYkI/AAAAAAAAARM/PHOYlqtk-MI/s200/pedicure%2B121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616774510397186626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Floor seats at Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a big weekend we had.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a concert..&lt;br /&gt;where by the luck of the draw,&lt;br /&gt;I bought us floor seats&lt;br /&gt;to Taylor Swift!&lt;br /&gt;It was truly amazing...&lt;br /&gt;My girls first concert,&lt;br /&gt;completely unforgettable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we left&lt;br /&gt;for our first family cruise!&lt;br /&gt;Huge in so many ways..&lt;br /&gt;we saved pennies and change.&lt;br /&gt;I saved what I earned..&lt;br /&gt;and I was able to pay it off&lt;br /&gt;in cash...&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to do this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ball..&lt;br /&gt;but it was also hard!!&lt;br /&gt;It was stressful being the&lt;br /&gt;only parent...&lt;br /&gt;one adult..&lt;br /&gt;three kids!&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;different things,&lt;br /&gt;and needed to be&lt;br /&gt;in different places-&lt;br /&gt;I was the only&lt;br /&gt;cruise director&lt;br /&gt;on duty!&lt;br /&gt;They are still a bit&lt;br /&gt;young to wander a ship alone..&lt;br /&gt;so, when they needed to go,&lt;br /&gt;I went too..&lt;br /&gt;when they were ready&lt;br /&gt;to come back,&lt;br /&gt;I was there waiting!&lt;br /&gt;I came home quite exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;and a little surprised!!&lt;br /&gt;It has only been&lt;br /&gt;in thinking it over&lt;br /&gt;that I have come to&lt;br /&gt;understand..&lt;br /&gt;why it felt stressful in&lt;br /&gt;moments!!&lt;br /&gt;and remembered that there is&lt;br /&gt;pressure&lt;br /&gt;when one does it alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all..&lt;br /&gt;it was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we get to&lt;br /&gt;do it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;The funny part-&lt;br /&gt;A huge ship..&lt;br /&gt;2 different ports...&lt;br /&gt;fancy dinners..&lt;br /&gt;and cool bunk beds..&lt;br /&gt;and the thing&lt;br /&gt;my kids remember the most??&lt;br /&gt;24 hour a day&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once more&lt;br /&gt;I store the memories&lt;br /&gt;and save the pictures....&lt;br /&gt;and am deeply&lt;br /&gt;thrilled&lt;br /&gt;to have been able&lt;br /&gt;to do this&lt;br /&gt;with my little&lt;br /&gt;family of four!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5646287214823926002?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5646287214823926002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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are heading out for pedicures...&lt;br /&gt;they are listening&lt;br /&gt;to their CD's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am reveling in the moment!&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mom&lt;br /&gt;taking me to my first concert!&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the ones since&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that one the most!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe VERY much in the moment!&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;we should plan for the future&lt;br /&gt;(I will get around to that I am sure!)&lt;br /&gt;but, why do we think&lt;br /&gt;our memories can wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;that I did not put off&lt;br /&gt;the moments&lt;br /&gt;until it was too late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance&lt;br /&gt;is in not SPENDING&lt;br /&gt;every moment!&lt;br /&gt;some memories&lt;br /&gt;have to be saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;I find the moments I can&lt;br /&gt;and I plan them!&lt;br /&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;that the memory&lt;br /&gt;was well worth the cost.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight..&lt;br /&gt;we shall make some memories&lt;br /&gt;take some pictures,&lt;br /&gt;sing some songs..&lt;br /&gt;and store the moment&lt;br /&gt;in the savings account of our hearts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1460755707728341671?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1460755707728341671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1460755707728341671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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share this,&lt;br /&gt;but its  true!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its on my mind&lt;br /&gt;right now..&lt;br /&gt;as soon;&lt;br /&gt;my children and I&lt;br /&gt;embark on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;of our own!&lt;br /&gt;I will have many&lt;br /&gt;current memories&lt;br /&gt;to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, now&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of 'then'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not actually plan&lt;br /&gt;it as a divorce cruise..&lt;br /&gt;we were married and coming&lt;br /&gt;up on 15 years!&lt;br /&gt;So 7 months before&lt;br /&gt;we cruised,&lt;br /&gt;we booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened in that 7 months..&lt;br /&gt;and when it was time to sail,&lt;br /&gt;we were ready to sign the papers&lt;br /&gt;that ended our marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on the cruise&lt;br /&gt;was a hard decision..&lt;br /&gt;we were going with another couple..&lt;br /&gt;and to Alaska...&lt;br /&gt;I chose to go.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surreal..&lt;br /&gt;we agreed NOT to flirt,&lt;br /&gt;or act single..regardless of how close&lt;br /&gt;to the end we were!&lt;br /&gt;We were NOT, in fact, single!&lt;br /&gt;We went on the cruise still married..&lt;br /&gt;maybe harboring hope??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate together, laughed together...&lt;br /&gt;we zip lined and four wheeled.&lt;br /&gt;my heart broke a lot...&lt;br /&gt;I journal-ed,&lt;br /&gt;I cried...&lt;br /&gt;I began to let go..&lt;br /&gt;but it was hard watching&lt;br /&gt;what it could 'have' been&lt;br /&gt;fade before my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the hardest&lt;br /&gt;things I have ever done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were good together&lt;br /&gt;on the cruise..&lt;br /&gt;comfortable, friends, companions...&lt;br /&gt;we even WON the 'not so newlywed game'..&lt;br /&gt;and were given marraige advice&lt;br /&gt;by older couples sitting at our table..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wanted to scream.&lt;br /&gt;"ITS not REAL..its OVER"..&lt;br /&gt;but, I did not!&lt;br /&gt;I knew if there was any chance&lt;br /&gt;EVER..this was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day the cruise ended..&lt;br /&gt;we wondered...&lt;br /&gt;could we fix this??&lt;br /&gt;but we knew&lt;br /&gt;the world was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to be OK in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Not so easy when life picked up again.&lt;br /&gt;The reality of what was&lt;br /&gt;overcame the fantasy&lt;br /&gt;of the week at sea......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;we went ashore..&lt;br /&gt;picked up our kids&lt;br /&gt;and returned to our home&lt;br /&gt;for the last time..&lt;br /&gt;and 3 weeks later signed&lt;br /&gt;our papers&lt;br /&gt;and I moved out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think however,&lt;br /&gt;that cruise,&lt;br /&gt;as surreal as it was...&lt;br /&gt;set the scene&lt;br /&gt;for a positive post divorce relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have remained&lt;br /&gt;good to each other,&lt;br /&gt;with only  a few hiccups&lt;br /&gt;along the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe&lt;br /&gt;divorce cruises&lt;br /&gt;are not such a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8271113809021740533?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8271113809021740533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-really-did-that.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8271113809021740533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me,&lt;br /&gt;this date also brings&lt;br /&gt;other memories to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years ago&lt;br /&gt;I married the love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;believing in happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I never wanted more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago&lt;br /&gt;on this exact date...&lt;br /&gt;it began to unravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today..&lt;br /&gt;the day we would have celebrated&lt;br /&gt;19 years&lt;br /&gt;leaves me feeling...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember,&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember!&lt;br /&gt;I know what I have lost&lt;br /&gt;and I know what I have gained!&lt;br /&gt;I accept where we are,&lt;br /&gt;and truly believe that it is&lt;br /&gt;where we are meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;that the length of my marriage&lt;br /&gt;brought me great satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;It was also a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;that the 'roles' in my life&lt;br /&gt;held my identity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my contentment is not in my role&lt;br /&gt;or in my status...&lt;br /&gt;instead it is in the simple way&lt;br /&gt;I face and overcome each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I wish that I could have that&lt;br /&gt;19 year celebration?&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;that life had been all I had hoped..&lt;br /&gt;and all my children desired!&lt;br /&gt;It was not!&lt;br /&gt;So I grieved the hurt&lt;br /&gt;and accepted the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today..&lt;br /&gt;instead of dwelling on the loss&lt;br /&gt;I shall dwell on the outcome!&lt;br /&gt;The 3 amazing children we share,&lt;br /&gt;and the way we have come to parent&lt;br /&gt;together ;&lt;br /&gt;and work as a separate , but unified, couple&lt;br /&gt;as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall celebrate&lt;br /&gt;that 19 years ago&lt;br /&gt;I married a man&lt;br /&gt;who stole my heart..&lt;br /&gt;provided for our family..&lt;br /&gt;allowed me to stay home with&lt;br /&gt;our kids..&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;who will always be&lt;br /&gt;the father of my children!&lt;br /&gt;I shall celebrate the relationship&lt;br /&gt;we have forged through the brokenness&lt;br /&gt;and the lessons we learned in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall celebrate&lt;br /&gt;that it no longer hurts&lt;br /&gt;like it did..&lt;br /&gt;that I no longer&lt;br /&gt;need to forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-489765527676149958?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/489765527676149958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-ever-forget.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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week was the awards ceremony&lt;br /&gt;in school!&lt;br /&gt;Each of my children received multiple&lt;br /&gt;academic awards.&lt;br /&gt;My middle child&lt;br /&gt;received girl student of the year&lt;br /&gt;and the leadership award for her grade!&lt;br /&gt;My oldest received the highest GPA&lt;br /&gt;in a class 2 grade levels above his,&lt;br /&gt;My youngest received 2 highest reading awards..&lt;br /&gt;All of them received honor roll awards&lt;br /&gt;and the presidential academic achievement award...&lt;br /&gt;In addition to highest GPA in certain subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;my pride runs deeper&lt;br /&gt;than the academics!&lt;br /&gt;My pride is in the depth&lt;br /&gt;of the resilience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;their worlds FELL apart!&lt;br /&gt;Their father and I begun&lt;br /&gt;the process&lt;br /&gt;of falling apart ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;All they knew changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remarried..&lt;br /&gt;and they experienced&lt;br /&gt;the volatility of a marriage gone wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this they also&lt;br /&gt;attended school&lt;br /&gt;for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;having been home schooled.&lt;br /&gt;They came home for a year&lt;br /&gt;when I remarried..&lt;br /&gt;but the environment&lt;br /&gt;was not one of peace...&lt;br /&gt;and I put the girls  back in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than I left!&lt;br /&gt;and one Friday they were in school..&lt;br /&gt;and Monday in a different one.&lt;br /&gt;Once again..&lt;br /&gt;the bottom fell out of their world.&lt;br /&gt;That was just 2 1/2 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;My then 7th grader started school&lt;br /&gt;for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for him...&lt;br /&gt;kids are cruel.&lt;br /&gt;But they did well&lt;br /&gt;despite it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than&lt;br /&gt;they got to move to a private&lt;br /&gt;christian school.&lt;br /&gt;Another move!&lt;br /&gt;a good one..&lt;br /&gt;but still, moving again!&lt;br /&gt;That was one year ago!&lt;br /&gt;That is where they are now!&lt;br /&gt;and they are thriving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look at all the change!&lt;br /&gt;All they have faced..&lt;br /&gt;and all I can do&lt;br /&gt;is feel pride!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel pride that they&lt;br /&gt;can face a new day&lt;br /&gt;and know that they are stronger&lt;br /&gt;than the hurt!&lt;br /&gt;I feel pride&lt;br /&gt;that they can make friends&lt;br /&gt;and flourish&lt;br /&gt;rather than dwell on what was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hurt for their hurts!&lt;br /&gt;The friends they have left&lt;br /&gt;behind..&lt;br /&gt;the homes they have said&lt;br /&gt;good bye too..&lt;br /&gt;the families they hoped for&lt;br /&gt;that never came to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know&lt;br /&gt;that they are healing!&lt;br /&gt;and I watch them&lt;br /&gt;give their all..&lt;br /&gt;and my pride&lt;br /&gt;flows through my heart&lt;br /&gt;and into the core&lt;br /&gt;of my soul..&lt;br /&gt;the place my love for my children&lt;br /&gt;resides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6687876914502676340?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6687876914502676340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/remarkably-resiliant.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6687876914502676340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6687876914502676340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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HARD work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married..&lt;br /&gt;single..&lt;br /&gt;or in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been surprised&lt;br /&gt;at the amount&lt;br /&gt;of energy it takes to&lt;br /&gt;parent&lt;br /&gt;a teenager&lt;br /&gt;and 2 preteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been&lt;br /&gt;a hands on mom..&lt;br /&gt;I have always been with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;so, why would it NOW seem hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly&lt;br /&gt;some part of it..&lt;br /&gt;is that on my 'shift'&lt;br /&gt;with the kids,&lt;br /&gt;I am in alone.&lt;br /&gt;no different than when&lt;br /&gt;my ex has them..&lt;br /&gt;he is the sole parent&lt;br /&gt;in the home.&lt;br /&gt;That takes a tole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, bigger&lt;br /&gt;is just the age and the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even bigger than that,&lt;br /&gt;is the fact&lt;br /&gt;that my middle schooler&lt;br /&gt;still needs me to help&lt;br /&gt;keep him on track!&lt;br /&gt;He is a bright student and in honors&lt;br /&gt;classes...&lt;br /&gt;he is also a 14 year old boy&lt;br /&gt;who would forget to shower&lt;br /&gt;if not reminded.&lt;br /&gt;My girls..&lt;br /&gt;are still at ages&lt;br /&gt;that they need me checking&lt;br /&gt;their homework,&lt;br /&gt;testing them on their spelling,&lt;br /&gt;and helping with reports!!&lt;br /&gt;This alone..&lt;br /&gt;times 3&lt;br /&gt;is time consuming!!&lt;br /&gt;Add in the desire&lt;br /&gt;to just enjoy my kids..&lt;br /&gt;a full time job..&lt;br /&gt;college ..&lt;br /&gt;and a house to maintain;&lt;br /&gt;and I can see quite clearly&lt;br /&gt;why it feels hard in moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;and know it shall pass...&lt;br /&gt;and way too quickly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its tough at times!&lt;br /&gt;But, I will miss this stage&lt;br /&gt;of parenting one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy it in many moments..&lt;br /&gt;I cry in some moments...&lt;br /&gt;and I grit my teeth in rare moments...&lt;br /&gt;knowing I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;and I would not want to do&lt;br /&gt;anything else....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4218829319450878506?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4218829319450878506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/parenting-single-style.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4218829319450878506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4218829319450878506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/parenting-single-style.html' title='Parenting Single Style...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1295176215331993845</id><published>2011-05-17T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:08:58.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggers block???</title><content type='html'>I have been blogging so sporadically...&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is probably&lt;br /&gt;because life&lt;br /&gt;is chugging along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new&lt;br /&gt;or old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working&lt;br /&gt;and have a contract for next year!&lt;br /&gt;good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in college..&lt;br /&gt;and the first stepping stone is about 1 year&lt;br /&gt;away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing really well..&lt;br /&gt;good grades,&lt;br /&gt;behavior,&lt;br /&gt;adjustment....&lt;br /&gt;They like their school&lt;br /&gt;and have scholarships&lt;br /&gt;for next year!&lt;br /&gt;all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home is in order...&lt;br /&gt;not sure how that happens-&lt;br /&gt;its just seems I am&lt;br /&gt;a better wife&lt;br /&gt;divorced!&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pets are happy and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not perfect..&lt;br /&gt;the car has an oil leak..&lt;br /&gt;the childrens medical benefits&lt;br /&gt;are messed up..&lt;br /&gt;my kids have sibling squabbles..&lt;br /&gt;I am busy,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I run on empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is NOT perfect,&lt;br /&gt;but life is good..&lt;br /&gt;and full&lt;br /&gt;and purpose driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1295176215331993845?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1295176215331993845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloggers-block.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1295176215331993845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cannot delete a comment once&lt;br /&gt;it is published..&lt;br /&gt;but these, including  one from me...&lt;br /&gt;just went!&lt;br /&gt;and when I went through my email&lt;br /&gt;and tried to republish them&lt;br /&gt;it said the comments&lt;br /&gt;did not exist...&lt;br /&gt;any one know what happened?&lt;br /&gt;will they just randomly reappear?&lt;br /&gt;very odd...&lt;br /&gt;Would not be so bad if they all disagreed with me..&lt;br /&gt;ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;but most were positive&lt;br /&gt;and yet all are gone..!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe change my password?&lt;br /&gt;or blogger!&lt;br /&gt;or me??&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-714852091630172430?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1608745991881458288</id><published>2011-05-10T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:31:23.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really complicated??</title><content type='html'>I was asked recently&lt;br /&gt;why my blog is called what its called..&lt;br /&gt;what do I mean&lt;br /&gt;by 'complicated world'?..&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I think that&lt;br /&gt;speaks for itself..&lt;br /&gt;but maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother!&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 children.&lt;br /&gt;one is a teenager&lt;br /&gt;and 2 are preteen girls..&lt;br /&gt;we all share a bathroom :-)..&lt;br /&gt;complicated?&lt;br /&gt;a tad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a single mother!&lt;br /&gt;I want to set a good example&lt;br /&gt;for my kids,&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep them safe!&lt;br /&gt;I want to avoid exposing&lt;br /&gt;them to hurt!&lt;br /&gt;complicated?&lt;br /&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman!&lt;br /&gt;I work full time!&lt;br /&gt;I go to college half time!&lt;br /&gt;I care for  my home..&lt;br /&gt;and kids..&lt;br /&gt;and pets..!&lt;br /&gt;I juggles several full time&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities,&lt;br /&gt;and try to do it with grace!&lt;br /&gt;complicated?&lt;br /&gt;you betcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a single woman.&lt;br /&gt;I might want to date one day!&lt;br /&gt;I might even want to spend&lt;br /&gt;my life with someone.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what that looks like,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;where to start!&lt;br /&gt;I am content alone!&lt;br /&gt;I might one day like company!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my life!&lt;br /&gt;I might, at some point, want to share it!&lt;br /&gt;Complicated?&lt;br /&gt;beyond description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find life full&lt;br /&gt;and happy...&lt;br /&gt;I am content and at peace!&lt;br /&gt;I am also very busy,&lt;br /&gt;and have many roles to fill.&lt;br /&gt;I am helping to raise and mold&lt;br /&gt;3 people..&lt;br /&gt;I am working to better my education..&lt;br /&gt;and I am striving to be the best&lt;br /&gt;preschool teacher possible.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a good person,&lt;br /&gt;a stronger woman,&lt;br /&gt;a better mom,&lt;br /&gt;and an outstanding employee...&lt;br /&gt;complicated??&lt;br /&gt;yes, in moments!!&lt;br /&gt;worth it??&lt;br /&gt;always!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1608745991881458288?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1608745991881458288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-really-complicated.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1608745991881458288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1608745991881458288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-really-complicated.html' title='is it really complicated??'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-7309909294652238457</id><published>2011-05-09T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:15:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Mothers day Matter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c40WQKnJig/TcgtooFFMdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-SmxspFGIxw/s1600/228404_1819481884424_1161461571_31702708_4234600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0c40WQKnJig/TcgtooFFMdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-SmxspFGIxw/s200/228404_1819481884424_1161461571_31702708_4234600_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604779912239329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErrSXd8QpaA/Tcgtf75drnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/P2c0NCpi3N8/s1600/226529_1819479684369_1161461571_31702702_7127141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErrSXd8QpaA/Tcgtf75drnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/P2c0NCpi3N8/s200/226529_1819479684369_1161461571_31702702_7127141_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604779762940489330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers day&lt;br /&gt;is another holiday..&lt;br /&gt;that can leave a single mom..&lt;br /&gt;feeling,&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;I have learned&lt;br /&gt;over the last several years..&lt;br /&gt;to plan my day&lt;br /&gt;and spend it my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the weekend&lt;br /&gt;with my son,&lt;br /&gt;who turned 14 on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;2 great reasons&lt;br /&gt;to go away for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex took the kids shopping&lt;br /&gt;with a list from me..:)&lt;br /&gt;(my money, my choices..lol)&lt;br /&gt;and I took my son&lt;br /&gt;to a store to pick out a Pandora charm&lt;br /&gt;to add to my bracelet!&lt;br /&gt;again- I paid, he picked;&lt;br /&gt;and I saw his choice Sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took us to breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;I got take out for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;and admittedly&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned a lot in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;(home from a trip = laundry)&lt;br /&gt;but, the weekend was spent with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;and I did not feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;or at a loss...&lt;br /&gt;I did not wish someone&lt;br /&gt;was there&lt;br /&gt;to pamper me..&lt;br /&gt;instead&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed what I have,&lt;br /&gt;and what I can provide!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my kids..&lt;br /&gt;even in the moments&lt;br /&gt;when mopping floors&lt;br /&gt;made me cranky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a day..&lt;br /&gt;unless YOU make it something special..&lt;br /&gt;and so I did..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-7309909294652238457?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7309909294652238457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/making-mothers-day-matter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7309909294652238457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/7309909294652238457'/><link rel='alternate' 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up in 7 days...</title><content type='html'>What a week...&lt;br /&gt;first,&lt;br /&gt;I faced a slice of my past..&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;that while not fun,&lt;br /&gt;left me sure&lt;br /&gt;that the present&lt;br /&gt;is better&lt;br /&gt;because of letting go&lt;br /&gt;of what was..&lt;br /&gt;or was not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;I finished my second semester&lt;br /&gt;back at college,&lt;br /&gt;and earned my second A and first B..&lt;br /&gt;grades good enough,&lt;br /&gt;to get me off of an&lt;br /&gt;'academic probation'&lt;br /&gt;that was was in place&lt;br /&gt;from 20 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;I start my summer session&lt;br /&gt;'in good standing'&lt;br /&gt;next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I am away with my kids..&lt;br /&gt;on a mini trip&lt;br /&gt;that has been many months&lt;br /&gt;in the making..&lt;br /&gt;a hotel for a few nights&lt;br /&gt;and Disney tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;my sons 14th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Life happens fast-&lt;br /&gt;and I love the times&lt;br /&gt;that I can slow it down&lt;br /&gt;long enough&lt;br /&gt;to watch it happen...&lt;br /&gt;that is what this weekend&lt;br /&gt;is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good..&lt;br /&gt;one week...&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime of learning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5793603069049103476?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5793603069049103476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-wrapped-up-in-7-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Where did that wall come from?</title><content type='html'>We all have felt it&lt;br /&gt;...that wall&lt;br /&gt;that comes out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems easy..ish.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems under control-&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;a wall...&lt;br /&gt;right when you think&lt;br /&gt;you are moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;you are stopped dead&lt;br /&gt;in your tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wall of exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;that just renders you useless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit that wall tonight!&lt;br /&gt;It came out of the blue..&lt;br /&gt;as busy as my life&lt;br /&gt;is..&lt;br /&gt;I would not say&lt;br /&gt;excessive tiredness is an issue..&lt;br /&gt;in fact I manage quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my second semester&lt;br /&gt;back in college..&lt;br /&gt;and I think that might&lt;br /&gt;have been what did it...&lt;br /&gt;3 finals in 7 days..&lt;br /&gt;finished the last one tonight&lt;br /&gt;and CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;My system shut down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have my feet up.&lt;br /&gt;My TV on..&lt;br /&gt;my kids long settled...&lt;br /&gt;and I shall do nothing&lt;br /&gt;for a few hours:&lt;br /&gt;go to bed early,&lt;br /&gt;maybe read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;back to life again.&lt;br /&gt;refreshed I hope..&lt;br /&gt;ready to start over!&lt;br /&gt;or at least climb over the wall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2307303816012995762?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2307303816012995762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-did-that-wall-come-from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2307303816012995762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2307303816012995762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-did-that-wall-come-from.html' title='Where did that wall come from?'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5744418786903079796</id><published>2011-04-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:37:15.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you save me??</title><content type='html'>I read something recently..&lt;br /&gt;it made me think-&lt;br /&gt;can one person save another?&lt;br /&gt;is being rescued&lt;br /&gt;every woman's dream?&lt;br /&gt;or even a need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth?&lt;br /&gt;no matter the situation...&lt;br /&gt;unless a woman&lt;br /&gt;(or man)&lt;br /&gt;saves themselves..&lt;br /&gt;all they tend to do,&lt;br /&gt;is find themselves&lt;br /&gt;right back where they started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest feeling EVER..&lt;br /&gt;is knowing that I am OK!&lt;br /&gt;I overcame the hurt-&lt;br /&gt;I faced the past-&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to thrive in my circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;and I did this;&lt;br /&gt;alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had support!&lt;br /&gt;I had friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;I had help&lt;br /&gt;and encouragement..&lt;br /&gt;I had my faith! (huge!)&lt;br /&gt;but, I learned&lt;br /&gt;that no-one can save another..&lt;br /&gt;thats a hero complex&lt;br /&gt;just waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can support&lt;br /&gt;and be there...&lt;br /&gt;We can be a safe place to fall..&lt;br /&gt;but strength&lt;br /&gt;comes NOT in being saved..&lt;br /&gt;but instead walking&lt;br /&gt;within ones own strength&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT a net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful&lt;br /&gt;to look up at the high wire&lt;br /&gt;and know&lt;br /&gt;that just a few years ago..&lt;br /&gt;I walked across it..&lt;br /&gt;carefully;&lt;br /&gt;afraid to look down.&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;I look up&lt;br /&gt;and say;&lt;br /&gt;"I did it!"&lt;br /&gt;and I know&lt;br /&gt;I can do it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is strength:&lt;br /&gt;being one's own hero;&lt;br /&gt;knowing one's strength comes&lt;br /&gt;from within..&lt;br /&gt;and in my case,&lt;br /&gt;from the one that lives within!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being saved-&lt;br /&gt;not by a person&lt;br /&gt;or an ideal of that person,&lt;br /&gt;but instead by the reality&lt;br /&gt;that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5744418786903079796?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5744418786903079796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-you-save-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5744418786903079796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/5744418786903079796'/><link rel='alternate' 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lessons...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night I blogged&lt;br /&gt;that I was in a vulnerable place-&lt;br /&gt;that same night&lt;br /&gt;I got an email,&lt;br /&gt;an online site..&lt;br /&gt;a good looking, nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;(according to him:)!)&lt;br /&gt;but, fresh out a divorce!&lt;br /&gt;I was vulnerable..&lt;br /&gt;wondering,&lt;br /&gt;will I ever meet anyone?&lt;br /&gt;and yet..&lt;br /&gt;I replied..&lt;br /&gt;I let him know&lt;br /&gt;I was interested ..&lt;br /&gt;but not for 6 months to a year...&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my email..&lt;br /&gt;told him good luck,&lt;br /&gt;and let him know he could&lt;br /&gt;contact me down the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how 'alone'&lt;br /&gt;I might have felt,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was not willing&lt;br /&gt;to take that risk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its safe to say,&lt;br /&gt;some lessons HAVE been learned..&lt;br /&gt;and progress has been made!&lt;br /&gt;And that is a start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8681839595730045860?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8681839595730045860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/true-growth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8681839595730045860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8681839595730045860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/true-growth.html' title='True growth...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1790551109650483224</id><published>2011-04-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:35:26.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have those moments too...</title><content type='html'>40 days out of 41...&lt;br /&gt;I am happy-&lt;br /&gt;content-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, that 1 day...&lt;br /&gt;I feel-&lt;br /&gt;lonely...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what&lt;br /&gt;makes the difference,&lt;br /&gt;why..&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I love my life,&lt;br /&gt;and yet, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel the burden&lt;br /&gt;of no-one to share it with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;in those moments...&lt;br /&gt;I have to work&lt;br /&gt;to over come&lt;br /&gt;self destructive impulses.&lt;br /&gt;For me;&lt;br /&gt;that would be calling an ex-&lt;br /&gt;or eating ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;and normally results&lt;br /&gt;in a free trial on a dating&lt;br /&gt;website.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling&lt;br /&gt;will pass..&lt;br /&gt;I know that today&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;and a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;I know that tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;I have fun plans ALONE&lt;br /&gt;and I will completely&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my day-&lt;br /&gt;the moment having passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this moment-&lt;br /&gt;I shall go surf&lt;br /&gt;online dating sites..&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;eat some butter pecan!&lt;br /&gt;and take tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;as it comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1790551109650483224?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1790551109650483224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-those-moments-too.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1790551109650483224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1790551109650483224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-those-moments-too.html' title='I have those moments too...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-8707839172508453004</id><published>2011-04-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:57:56.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic much??</title><content type='html'>It seems that I am&lt;br /&gt;a better wife...&lt;br /&gt;without a husband!&lt;br /&gt;How is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it maturity?&lt;br /&gt;is it experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure..&lt;br /&gt;but what I know&lt;br /&gt;is that my home is cleaner,&lt;br /&gt;my dishes normally done-&lt;br /&gt;my chores caught up more then not!&lt;br /&gt;my life is , mostly,in order.&lt;br /&gt;I have more on my plate&lt;br /&gt;then ever..&lt;br /&gt;yet managing better then before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one aspect;&lt;br /&gt;is no 'man' to also care for!&lt;br /&gt;No one to hurry to spend time with-&lt;br /&gt;No additional person to cook for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand-&lt;br /&gt;There is no-one else to help&lt;br /&gt;manage the load.&lt;br /&gt;There is no-one else to&lt;br /&gt;take care of the yard,&lt;br /&gt;or car...&lt;br /&gt;or to help with the laundry,&lt;br /&gt;cleaning..&lt;br /&gt;or kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think the two&lt;br /&gt;at the very least-&lt;br /&gt;neutralize each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever the reason...&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is...&lt;br /&gt;life threw me some pretty&lt;br /&gt;big curves,&lt;br /&gt;and by finding my way&lt;br /&gt;around the corners..&lt;br /&gt;I have learned&lt;br /&gt;that I am more capable&lt;br /&gt;then I gave myself credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what it is..&lt;br /&gt;I expect more from my self..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this will all go out the window&lt;br /&gt;if one day I meet someone,&lt;br /&gt;and need more hours in the day!:)&lt;br /&gt;for now..&lt;br /&gt;I shall enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the peace&lt;br /&gt;of a clean and tidy, for the most part, ;-)&lt;br /&gt;house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8707839172508453004?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8707839172508453004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/ironic-much.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Still learning...and learning some more...</title><content type='html'>These past 2 1/2 years...&lt;br /&gt;and the 2 years before that..&lt;br /&gt;have been filled with lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of it all,&lt;br /&gt;has been learning&lt;br /&gt;who I am..&lt;br /&gt;and understanding what&lt;br /&gt;I really want out of my&lt;br /&gt;life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been a lesson&lt;br /&gt;about the past..&lt;br /&gt;learning from it,&lt;br /&gt;accepting it-&lt;br /&gt;reconciling it..&lt;br /&gt;and letting it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two lessons&lt;br /&gt;go hand in hand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that I understand&lt;br /&gt;who I am-&lt;br /&gt;I am less likely&lt;br /&gt;to repeat the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the two main&lt;br /&gt;relationships I had,&lt;br /&gt;and I know that at the core&lt;br /&gt;were people&lt;br /&gt;who hoped&lt;br /&gt;that the differences would not matter-&lt;br /&gt;that love would over come.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end..&lt;br /&gt;it was not enough...&lt;br /&gt;the foundation was weak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;I know that FAITH&lt;br /&gt;is vital.&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;that family comes first-&lt;br /&gt;my kids need their mother&lt;br /&gt;to be their advocate!&lt;br /&gt;anyone who comes into my life-&lt;br /&gt;will accept them and that...&lt;br /&gt;and I will be flexible without&lt;br /&gt;compromising&lt;br /&gt;who I am!&lt;br /&gt;I want simple-&lt;br /&gt;I want what I have already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in my back yard today-&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the sounds of nature,&lt;br /&gt;I knew...&lt;br /&gt;that this is what I need!&lt;br /&gt;And I have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone I meet,&lt;br /&gt;will want it too..&lt;br /&gt;he will understand&lt;br /&gt;the simple joys&lt;br /&gt;of backyard chickens,&lt;br /&gt;and trees...&lt;br /&gt;he will accept&lt;br /&gt;that kids need to play&lt;br /&gt;with frogs&lt;br /&gt;and build forts with sticks..&lt;br /&gt;he will enjoy&lt;br /&gt;that who I am&lt;br /&gt;needs to nurture and care&lt;br /&gt;for creatures...&lt;br /&gt;its just a part of what&lt;br /&gt;makes me tick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that man never comes..&lt;br /&gt;I still know what I want..&lt;br /&gt;what I desire..&lt;br /&gt;I have plans&lt;br /&gt;for a little land..&lt;br /&gt;and a little home...&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;of barns, and goats,&lt;br /&gt;and stray cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;and listen to the crickets chirp.&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell the rain..&lt;br /&gt;and hear the wind rustle the leaves&lt;br /&gt;in the trees...&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;my life connected&lt;br /&gt;to nature..&lt;br /&gt;and I want to dream&lt;br /&gt;in earth tones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get me...&lt;br /&gt;I accept me...&lt;br /&gt;and that is enough...&lt;br /&gt;no matter who comes along..&lt;br /&gt;or does not!&lt;br /&gt;that is enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-2057369858167591262?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2057369858167591262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-learningand-learning-some-more.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2057369858167591262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/2057369858167591262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-learningand-learning-some-more.html' title='Still learning...and learning some more...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-7125742781402133908</id><published>2011-04-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:23:42.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The what if's no longer exist...</title><content type='html'>I will admit..&lt;br /&gt;While I do not live in my past-&lt;br /&gt;I have at moments wondered;&lt;br /&gt;what if??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if,&lt;br /&gt;I was who I am now- then!?&lt;br /&gt;What if, so was he!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if,&lt;br /&gt;I had held tighter,&lt;br /&gt;or let go sooner,&lt;br /&gt;or waited longer,&lt;br /&gt;or decided faster,&lt;br /&gt;or understood more,&lt;br /&gt;or talked less,&lt;br /&gt;or ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until LAST night&lt;br /&gt;that I finally&lt;br /&gt;got it!!&lt;br /&gt;It would not have&lt;br /&gt;mattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in forever,&lt;br /&gt;and I believe in commitment-&lt;br /&gt;and I believe you fight through the hard&lt;br /&gt;parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I also believe in  love..&lt;br /&gt;love that is bigger then a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;or a choice-&lt;br /&gt;I believe in LOVE that fills your&lt;br /&gt;every cell,&lt;br /&gt;and invades your every pore!&lt;br /&gt;I have felt that..&lt;br /&gt;and what I know,&lt;br /&gt;is that sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;love is JUST not felt&lt;br /&gt;by both!&lt;br /&gt;NOT that kind of love-&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;two people just do not work!&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;you can move mountains&lt;br /&gt;and the results would be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in fate..&lt;br /&gt;but I do believe&lt;br /&gt;that some people fit together-&lt;br /&gt;and some do not!&lt;br /&gt;and if you do not..&lt;br /&gt;and you both do not want to&lt;br /&gt;fight&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE that,&lt;br /&gt;the what if's are irrelevant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just not for US...&lt;br /&gt;the what ifs&lt;br /&gt;are what 'nows'?&lt;br /&gt;and the healing from the past is&lt;br /&gt;complete...&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;I understand!!&lt;br /&gt;I get it...&lt;br /&gt;and I am free&lt;br /&gt;from looking for fault,&lt;br /&gt;and I am free from wondering why-&lt;br /&gt;I am free from any forms&lt;br /&gt;of whats? and ifs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free to one day-&lt;br /&gt;love that way...&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;div 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longer exist...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-5972122261337783657</id><published>2011-04-12T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:45:14.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never to late....</title><content type='html'>one of the saddest..&lt;br /&gt;or ironic-&lt;br /&gt;facts about life...&lt;br /&gt;is that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;we learn who we are,&lt;br /&gt;to late &lt;br /&gt;for it to make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;what we learn&lt;br /&gt;still changes&lt;br /&gt;our forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to look&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;and wish..&lt;br /&gt;and wonder..&lt;br /&gt;its easy to think-&lt;br /&gt;that maybe,&lt;br /&gt;just maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if we were back&lt;br /&gt;where we once belonged,&lt;br /&gt;we might still be&lt;br /&gt;who we were then-&lt;br /&gt;and we would never know&lt;br /&gt;what we know now.&lt;br /&gt;we would never know&lt;br /&gt;who we could become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle of life..&lt;br /&gt;heart break and loss&lt;br /&gt;that makes us stronger,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;better..&lt;br /&gt;but often..&lt;br /&gt;too late!&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;maybe..&lt;br /&gt;just in time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-5972122261337783657?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-564022539858371022</id><published>2011-04-10T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:21:07.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a state to fear...</title><content type='html'>I find it amazing...&lt;br /&gt;even though I understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many-&lt;br /&gt;will make decisions&lt;br /&gt;that will follow them always,&lt;br /&gt;to avoid&lt;br /&gt;learning to be OK&lt;br /&gt;with just themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel that&lt;br /&gt;way too..&lt;br /&gt;I used to dread being alone,&lt;br /&gt;I used to fear that state..&lt;br /&gt;deeply!&lt;br /&gt;I no longer regret&lt;br /&gt;choices I made as a result-&lt;br /&gt;but, I do understand&lt;br /&gt;how easy it is&lt;br /&gt;to choose someone&lt;br /&gt;over no-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet....&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend..&lt;br /&gt;I put up a fence in the back yard..&lt;br /&gt;I took my children to&lt;br /&gt;the fair...&lt;br /&gt;I handled my finances,&lt;br /&gt;housework,&lt;br /&gt;yard work..&lt;br /&gt;I took my children to church..&lt;br /&gt;I bought them dinner,&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with them;&lt;br /&gt;and time with me..&lt;br /&gt;and I did this all..&lt;br /&gt;alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a state to fear...&lt;br /&gt;a state to own&lt;br /&gt;and overcome..&lt;br /&gt;a state to thrive within..&lt;br /&gt;and a state that brings you&lt;br /&gt;to understand,&lt;br /&gt;you will never be the same-&lt;br /&gt;because you will never&lt;br /&gt;again fear..&lt;br /&gt;the very state&lt;br /&gt;you are now in!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul healthy=&lt;br /&gt;priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-564022539858371022?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/564022539858371022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/hard-to-be-aloneor-easier-then-being.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/564022539858371022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/564022539858371022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/hard-to-be-aloneor-easier-then-being.html' title='Not a state to fear...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-8142737714034550246</id><published>2011-04-08T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:32:14.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I release you..will you release me?</title><content type='html'>One of the hardest aspects&lt;br /&gt;of ending&lt;br /&gt;a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;is letting go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when we&lt;br /&gt;have let go..&lt;br /&gt;there is the process&lt;br /&gt;of finding&lt;br /&gt;peace in  the end.&lt;br /&gt;and the tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;and most of all,&lt;br /&gt;the yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am there..&lt;br /&gt;this has been the longest&lt;br /&gt;part of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;I moved on,&lt;br /&gt;I let go..&lt;br /&gt;but I still struggled&lt;br /&gt;with the peace&lt;br /&gt;in the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found it...&lt;br /&gt;in each place I have been..&lt;br /&gt;relationships that lasted&lt;br /&gt;ages..&lt;br /&gt;and those that lasted months..&lt;br /&gt;I have come to face&lt;br /&gt;and acknowledge what was,&lt;br /&gt;and understand&lt;br /&gt;that each moment&lt;br /&gt;is part of me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places in my soul&lt;br /&gt;that hurt,&lt;br /&gt;are no longer angry!&lt;br /&gt;The memories&lt;br /&gt;that left me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;at my bad judgment-&lt;br /&gt;now leave me&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed at how&lt;br /&gt;far I have come.&lt;br /&gt;The situations&lt;br /&gt;that caused me to doubt&lt;br /&gt;myself,&lt;br /&gt;now cause me to feel&lt;br /&gt;confident in today.&lt;br /&gt;and the heartaches&lt;br /&gt;that made me wonder..&lt;br /&gt;how? and why?&lt;br /&gt;are now answered&lt;br /&gt;with 'because of NOW'..&lt;br /&gt;because of who I now can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need closure,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need validation,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer need to reconcile&lt;br /&gt;what was,&lt;br /&gt;I have truly&lt;br /&gt;forgiven, let go , moved on...&lt;br /&gt;and reconciled the past!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge! REALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8142737714034550246?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8142737714034550246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-release-youwill-you-release-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8142737714034550246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/8142737714034550246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-release-youwill-you-release-me.html' title='I release you..will you release me?'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4605921342100793043</id><published>2011-04-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:48:28.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it.....</title><content type='html'>Life is strange..&lt;br /&gt;the way,&lt;br /&gt;what you think might be;&lt;br /&gt;can only really&lt;br /&gt;be proved&lt;br /&gt;when it happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think someone&lt;br /&gt;is shady..&lt;br /&gt;but how do you know&lt;br /&gt;until they are,&lt;br /&gt;you think someone&lt;br /&gt;is willing to do anything&lt;br /&gt;to win,&lt;br /&gt;no matter who gets hurt..&lt;br /&gt;but you will not find out until;&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;gets&lt;br /&gt;hurt...&lt;br /&gt;you think someone&lt;br /&gt;will be swayed&lt;br /&gt;by the attention;&lt;br /&gt;but until&lt;br /&gt;they stray-&lt;br /&gt;you shall not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you make choices&lt;br /&gt;to protect yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but you cannot&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;if you were right,&lt;br /&gt;until-&lt;br /&gt;you realize:&lt;br /&gt;YUP,&lt;br /&gt;your gut feeling?&lt;br /&gt;right on the money!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4605921342100793043?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4302076757831917319</id><published>2011-03-29T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:28:39.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance...</title><content type='html'>I think in life,&lt;br /&gt;we strive for contentment!&lt;br /&gt;we want peace..&lt;br /&gt;we long for wholeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we seek,&lt;br /&gt;we look,&lt;br /&gt;we travel,&lt;br /&gt;we walk,&lt;br /&gt;we long for..&lt;br /&gt;and we crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe&lt;br /&gt;we skip a step..&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;before the contentment;&lt;br /&gt;comes the acceptance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me content&lt;br /&gt;is accepting&lt;br /&gt;that where I am..&lt;br /&gt;is where I am meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;maybe not tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but today-&lt;br /&gt;I am in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;in which I belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the biggest mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I have made..&lt;br /&gt;have been at times&lt;br /&gt;in my life&lt;br /&gt;that I sought to RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;my wrong circumstances..&lt;br /&gt;when I was SURE&lt;br /&gt;that where I was,&lt;br /&gt;could NOT be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how...&lt;br /&gt;some time..&lt;br /&gt;in some moment-&lt;br /&gt;I came to accept...&lt;br /&gt;Where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Who I am.&lt;br /&gt;What my current place&lt;br /&gt;in life is.&lt;br /&gt;I accept the changes!&lt;br /&gt;I accept the challenges!&lt;br /&gt;I accept the NOW..&lt;br /&gt;I accept!&lt;br /&gt;and within the acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;I found my peace&lt;br /&gt;and my contenment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Acceptance...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-4450622395641223066</id><published>2011-03-27T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:29:43.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy come..Easy go</title><content type='html'>Memories are an amazing thing..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they make us&lt;br /&gt;smile..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they make us&lt;br /&gt;cry...&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes they just show us&lt;br /&gt;how far we have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the YMCA after Zumba&lt;br /&gt;this past Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;I looked out at the soccer fields.&lt;br /&gt;I had a 'moment'...&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many moons ago-&lt;br /&gt;it did not stop beating all together-&lt;br /&gt;instead,&lt;br /&gt;it resumed its rhythm&lt;br /&gt;and I began to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over four years ago,&lt;br /&gt;my son played soccer for the first time&lt;br /&gt;and started when&lt;br /&gt;my ex and I were married,&lt;br /&gt;and by the time his season ended..&lt;br /&gt;we were also done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played on those soccer fields..&lt;br /&gt;the ones I was looking at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I remember the MOST&lt;br /&gt;about that time,&lt;br /&gt;is not the sadness..&lt;br /&gt;that has passed.&lt;br /&gt;nor the anger or hurt;&lt;br /&gt;instead I remember&lt;br /&gt;what it was like&lt;br /&gt;to first navigate the waters&lt;br /&gt;of co-parenting...&lt;br /&gt;I remember being at games with&lt;br /&gt;my ex..&lt;br /&gt;no longer married-&lt;br /&gt;still sitting together!&lt;br /&gt;I remember sharing a picnic blanket&lt;br /&gt;as we watched the game-&lt;br /&gt;and you know what stands out??&lt;br /&gt;I remember KNOWING what&lt;br /&gt;he would want to drink-&lt;br /&gt;I remember KNOWING what&lt;br /&gt;he would like for a snack..&lt;br /&gt;I remember KNOWING...&lt;br /&gt;just knowing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;I knew his food preferences&lt;br /&gt;better then my own..&lt;br /&gt;NOW?&lt;br /&gt;I would have to ask..&lt;br /&gt;and NOW we could share a blanket-&lt;br /&gt;and it would not be a minefield.&lt;br /&gt;it is no longer raw..&lt;br /&gt;it does not hurt like it once did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so as I remembered&lt;br /&gt;that long ago soccer season,&lt;br /&gt;and all the changes that it brought-&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to see&lt;br /&gt;that the foundation laid then,&lt;br /&gt;is still in place today...&lt;br /&gt;and the process begun&lt;br /&gt;has been worth the fight...&lt;br /&gt;and above all,&lt;br /&gt;the woman who sat in pain&lt;br /&gt;on that shared picnic blanket&lt;br /&gt;several years ago..&lt;br /&gt;now sits in strength and contentment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;are as much about the present&lt;br /&gt;as they are about the past!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-4450622395641223066?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4450622395641223066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/easy-comeeasy-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4450622395641223066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/4450622395641223066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/easy-comeeasy-go.html' title='Easy come..Easy go'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6948538957676246919</id><published>2011-03-25T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:43:56.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit...I chickened out...</title><content type='html'>So I had a blind date...&lt;br /&gt;not the first,&lt;br /&gt;nor the last...&lt;br /&gt;but I backed out!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why..&lt;br /&gt;dates are few and far between...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes by choice,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes by circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;I know some nice men..&lt;br /&gt;and I hang out with a few!&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few (first) dates..&lt;br /&gt;but, still&lt;br /&gt;all this time later...&lt;br /&gt;it seems like work!&lt;br /&gt;why is that?&lt;br /&gt;I guess,&lt;br /&gt;when I am asked out&lt;br /&gt;by someone&lt;br /&gt;who meeting&lt;br /&gt;for the first date;&lt;br /&gt;does not feel&lt;br /&gt;like work..&lt;br /&gt;I shall consider it!&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be content&lt;br /&gt;without.&lt;br /&gt;and within...&lt;br /&gt;cause that's where it counts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6948538957676246919?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6948538957676246919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-admiti-chickened-out.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6948538957676246919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6948538957676246919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-admiti-chickened-out.html' title='I admit...I chickened out...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-456938232957495348</id><published>2011-03-24T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:26:02.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acceptable? marketable? or just me...</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder;&lt;br /&gt;about who I am&lt;br /&gt;and what I stand for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get to where I am?&lt;br /&gt;and am I comfortable&lt;br /&gt;now that I am here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I never find&lt;br /&gt;the other half&lt;br /&gt;of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is..&lt;br /&gt;I have come to GET me...&lt;br /&gt;even if no one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly put together..&lt;br /&gt;except when I am not!&lt;br /&gt;I am disorganized....&lt;br /&gt;when I am not being organized!&lt;br /&gt;I work hard,&lt;br /&gt;but I play hard too...&lt;br /&gt;I love deeply...&lt;br /&gt;and I live happily alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman...&lt;br /&gt;many facets&lt;br /&gt;of one person.&lt;br /&gt;a prism...&lt;br /&gt;I look different based&lt;br /&gt;on the direction&lt;br /&gt;you see me from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might find me cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;or ignoring the house work..&lt;br /&gt;I might be studying...&lt;br /&gt;or pretending&lt;br /&gt;that I do not have homework...&lt;br /&gt;You might find me at a protest&lt;br /&gt;or at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter&lt;br /&gt;how I might be&lt;br /&gt;in the moment...&lt;br /&gt;I am real&lt;br /&gt;and I am true&lt;br /&gt;and I am content&lt;br /&gt;and I am ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kind of me...&lt;br /&gt;not perfect..&lt;br /&gt;lots to learn,&lt;br /&gt;room to grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mom..&lt;br /&gt;I must be mature..&lt;br /&gt;I put my kids first...&lt;br /&gt;and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I dream of changing the world..&lt;br /&gt;joining activists&lt;br /&gt;in a life altering cause,&lt;br /&gt;or going to Africa&lt;br /&gt;to work with children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love children-&lt;br /&gt;I love animals-&lt;br /&gt;I love those who need my voice-&lt;br /&gt;I love my family-&lt;br /&gt;I honor my parents-&lt;br /&gt;and I work hard to forgive&lt;br /&gt;and show grace to&lt;br /&gt;those who hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am OK with who I am..&lt;br /&gt;I don't kill spiders,&lt;br /&gt;I want chickens...&lt;br /&gt;and there is normally&lt;br /&gt;a homeless cat in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost a lot...&lt;br /&gt;and I forget details..&lt;br /&gt;like ever seeing a certain movie...&lt;br /&gt;or how the book I have read several times;&lt;br /&gt;ends!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might drive you crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but I will also make you laugh..&lt;br /&gt;and if ever&lt;br /&gt;you get to know me&lt;br /&gt;and steal a piece of my heart-&lt;br /&gt;I will love you like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;and if you happen to be a cat,&lt;br /&gt;you will always find&lt;br /&gt;a meal..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure&lt;br /&gt;If I am 'marketable'...&lt;br /&gt;but I am real..&lt;br /&gt;quirky..&lt;br /&gt;but real.&lt;br /&gt;and its enough..&lt;br /&gt;at my age&lt;br /&gt;and stage in life..&lt;br /&gt;its enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-456938232957495348?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-3360901405796315332</id><published>2011-03-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:00:11.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LoVe being single..just sayin</title><content type='html'>There are moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those moments&lt;br /&gt;that I know&lt;br /&gt;that one day&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy&lt;br /&gt;knowing someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments of missing&lt;br /&gt;having that one to call..&lt;br /&gt;or be called by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments..&lt;br /&gt;when I look&lt;br /&gt;forward to what shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this moment-&lt;br /&gt;I love the freedom,&lt;br /&gt;I like how comfortable&lt;br /&gt;in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;I have become.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;running my errands-&lt;br /&gt;and taking my kids off&lt;br /&gt;for the day..&lt;br /&gt;and going to the gym..&lt;br /&gt;and doing all the things&lt;br /&gt;that my life is full off...&lt;br /&gt;and doing them alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much by choice...&lt;br /&gt;but very much&lt;br /&gt;OK...&lt;br /&gt;choosing&lt;br /&gt;to embrace the moment&lt;br /&gt;I am in....&lt;br /&gt;choosing&lt;br /&gt;to LoVe&lt;br /&gt;where I am...&lt;br /&gt;who I am...&lt;br /&gt;and how I am&lt;br /&gt;living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing NOW&lt;br /&gt;rather then waiting on&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-3360901405796315332?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3360901405796315332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-being-singlejust-sayin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/3360901405796315332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/3360901405796315332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-being-singlejust-sayin.html' title='I LoVe being single..just sayin'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-1607911387365959609</id><published>2011-03-18T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:15:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it or Hate it...</title><content type='html'>I have a love&lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;relationship..&lt;br /&gt;with Face book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the contact&lt;br /&gt;with friends&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen&lt;br /&gt;in years..&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact&lt;br /&gt;that I know how the&lt;br /&gt;friends that I do see&lt;br /&gt;more often,&lt;br /&gt;are doing...&lt;br /&gt;even when we are not&lt;br /&gt;in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Its a great tool&lt;br /&gt;to get to know&lt;br /&gt;new people..&lt;br /&gt;and its just plain&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;then there are the complications..&lt;br /&gt;family 'tiffs'&lt;br /&gt;arising purely&lt;br /&gt;from snarky comments...&lt;br /&gt;the blurred line&lt;br /&gt;between private and public..&lt;br /&gt;and the whole&lt;br /&gt;dating thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked&lt;br /&gt;out on FB..&lt;br /&gt;I have casually&lt;br /&gt;dated&lt;br /&gt;friends on FB...&lt;br /&gt;I have friended&lt;br /&gt;a few men..&lt;br /&gt;in the process&lt;br /&gt;of getting to know&lt;br /&gt;each other better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have some boundaries!&lt;br /&gt;I do not friend my ex!&lt;br /&gt;He is my friend is real time!&lt;br /&gt;But, His life is his..&lt;br /&gt;as it should be..&lt;br /&gt;My life is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I do not friend men&lt;br /&gt;that I have dated&lt;br /&gt;on more then a casual level...&lt;br /&gt;or, more specifically,&lt;br /&gt;I un-friend them!:-)&lt;br /&gt;Its really just my thing-&lt;br /&gt;not right or wrong for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest reasons&lt;br /&gt;for my choice,&lt;br /&gt;is the respect&lt;br /&gt;of relationships to come!&lt;br /&gt;If I am dating someone&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to see&lt;br /&gt;any of his ex's&lt;br /&gt;all over his FB page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;to me..&lt;br /&gt;being healthy and being whole&lt;br /&gt;means looking beyond this&lt;br /&gt;moment...&lt;br /&gt;and not loosing sight&lt;br /&gt;of the big picture;&lt;br /&gt;and the 'one'&lt;br /&gt;that may be still to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-1607911387365959609?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1607911387365959609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-it-or-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1607911387365959609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/1607911387365959609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-it-or-hate-it.html' title='Love it or Hate it...'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-8856748840708519912</id><published>2011-03-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:37:58.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week..just a week...</title><content type='html'>Life has been nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bizarre...&lt;br /&gt;a need to leave my home&lt;br /&gt;for a small space of time.&lt;br /&gt;and lots of activity;&lt;br /&gt;including police and firefighters..&lt;br /&gt;(but all was well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some busy....&lt;br /&gt;a realization&lt;br /&gt;that my school spring break&lt;br /&gt;was not actually&lt;br /&gt;as much time&lt;br /&gt;off as expected..&lt;br /&gt;and all work&lt;br /&gt;was still due..&lt;br /&gt;OOPS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some productive....&lt;br /&gt;kids rooms LOOK great!&lt;br /&gt;house is in order,&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning done...&lt;br /&gt;now just gardening&lt;br /&gt;to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some eye opening...&lt;br /&gt;a realization&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;we move on&lt;br /&gt;even when there&lt;br /&gt;is nothing&lt;br /&gt;to move on to..&lt;br /&gt;the healthier we are&lt;br /&gt;the less&lt;br /&gt;reason we need&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind..&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;that does not make&lt;br /&gt;us feel valued&lt;br /&gt;or of worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some just plain fun...&lt;br /&gt;zumba..&lt;br /&gt;time with friends...&lt;br /&gt;time with family...&lt;br /&gt;and great talks&lt;br /&gt;with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a week....&lt;br /&gt;but, what a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-8856748840708519912?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' 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width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-76577610692347217</id><published>2011-03-08T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:05:33.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving towards a definition....</title><content type='html'>I do not know&lt;br /&gt;what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to want&lt;br /&gt;what you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;you did not have-&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to define&lt;br /&gt;what you have never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..&lt;br /&gt;as I set out&lt;br /&gt;on this journey..&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;if I am looking for a prince..&lt;br /&gt;or a companion..&lt;br /&gt;a friend..&lt;br /&gt;or someone who&lt;br /&gt;makes my heart quicken..&lt;br /&gt;or some combination&lt;br /&gt;of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want the friendship&lt;br /&gt;that becomes more?&lt;br /&gt;Do I want a movie worthy&lt;br /&gt;love story?&lt;br /&gt;Do I even believe&lt;br /&gt;in fairy tale endings?&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am getting closer..&lt;br /&gt;defining slowly&lt;br /&gt;what I do not want.&lt;br /&gt;and learning a little&lt;br /&gt;more of what I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know:&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to&lt;br /&gt;be pushed,&lt;br /&gt;pressured,&lt;br /&gt;or smothered!&lt;br /&gt;But, nor do I want to&lt;br /&gt;be brushed aside,&lt;br /&gt;ignored,&lt;br /&gt;tolerated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that look like?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking to get married...&lt;br /&gt;any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking to blend&lt;br /&gt;a family&lt;br /&gt;that is working quite well...&lt;br /&gt;not quickly..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am hoping&lt;br /&gt;at some point..&lt;br /&gt;to move forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gradual process&lt;br /&gt;One that is slow moving&lt;br /&gt;but, not still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like one day&lt;br /&gt;to be in a  relationship...&lt;br /&gt;a relationship&lt;br /&gt;that may or may not lead&lt;br /&gt;to forever...&lt;br /&gt;but in which&lt;br /&gt;2 people are safe and secure&lt;br /&gt;in the moment of life&lt;br /&gt;that they share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while getting to that point,&lt;br /&gt;takes time....&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;the moments...&lt;br /&gt;if someone&lt;br /&gt;is not looking for the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow..&lt;br /&gt;casual...&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;not stagnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cautious...&lt;br /&gt;thorough..&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;purposeful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;I am thought of..&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part&lt;br /&gt;of something&lt;br /&gt;bigger then I am..&lt;br /&gt;I expect to feel&lt;br /&gt;that time together&lt;br /&gt;is anticipated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter the stage,&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to guess&lt;br /&gt;at whether I am in it alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy the&lt;br /&gt;journey...&lt;br /&gt;knowing:&lt;br /&gt;we are -for the moment- moving&lt;br /&gt;in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a start...&lt;br /&gt;not yet a definition&lt;br /&gt;of forever,&lt;br /&gt;but it is no longer&lt;br /&gt;a completely&lt;br /&gt;blank canvas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving forward...&lt;br /&gt;inches at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-76577610692347217?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/76577610692347217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving-towards-definition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/76577610692347217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/76577610692347217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving-towards-definition.html' title='moving towards a definition....'/><author><name>Debbie(single;complicated)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17680221201312100448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c45lWqjjz2I/TuUVwUp6PSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/q0QtIOKeisw/s220/Debbie%2BAdkison%2Band%2Bchildren%2B%2528165%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014880043626797980.post-6848479655305345151</id><published>2011-03-07T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:27:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from there to here...</title><content type='html'>One year ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sunday, March 7, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                        &lt;a name="8595759691688505294"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/wellduh.html"&gt;well...DUH!!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  I have been worried...&lt;br /&gt;worried that my desire to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;speaks to something deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends I do not have my kids,&lt;br /&gt;I attend their games and see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I go to church on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;and hang out with my best friend and others,&lt;br /&gt;but I make no effort apart from that!&lt;br /&gt;I do not call anyone,&lt;br /&gt;rarely do I set up plans to meet..&lt;br /&gt;I look forward instead to my tofu Thai food,&lt;br /&gt;and the movie I will rent,&lt;br /&gt;and the one I will go see.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my time alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is new for me..&lt;br /&gt;until a few months ago&lt;br /&gt;I kept my weekends busy&lt;br /&gt;with friends and activity!&lt;br /&gt;Now, not only am I alone for most of it..&lt;br /&gt;I am quiet in my alone ness!&lt;br /&gt;I do not run here and there..&lt;br /&gt;I just AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become more and more happy in my solitude,&lt;br /&gt;and have wondered more and more, could I like it TOO much!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a friend came over to drop something off..&lt;br /&gt;She has walked in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;so I shared my 'wonder'.&lt;br /&gt;She pointed out something so TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;I was married for 14 years,&lt;br /&gt;my family was my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;I home schooled my kids,&lt;br /&gt;they were ALWAYS with me.&lt;br /&gt;I loved my husband tightly&lt;br /&gt;and was always available to him.&lt;br /&gt;Alone time was NOT a word in my vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved in with my parents,&lt;br /&gt;as wonderful as they were..&lt;br /&gt;it was not my home..&lt;br /&gt;it was a shared space for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;and when I remarried&lt;br /&gt;it was into a prison.&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was NEVER alone completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now?&lt;br /&gt;alone time feels sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I can be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I can choose the movie&lt;br /&gt;AND the snacks.&lt;br /&gt;I can spend my time my way without guilt!&lt;br /&gt;and so, where I am&lt;br /&gt;seems just right for what I have been through.&lt;br /&gt;And when and if the time comes&lt;br /&gt;that someone else wants a say,&lt;br /&gt;in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;or those snacks:)..&lt;br /&gt;I will be OK with that!&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I will forever&lt;br /&gt;be sure&lt;br /&gt;that 'alone time' is a word&lt;br /&gt;and action&lt;br /&gt;that remains apart of my heart and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;and today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 07th, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone..&lt;br /&gt;is no longer a state I choose!&lt;br /&gt;Alone..&lt;br /&gt;is never a state I fear!&lt;br /&gt;Alone...&lt;br /&gt;is sometimes a state I welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be Alone,&lt;br /&gt;then with some one who hurts me!&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be Alone,&lt;br /&gt;then with some one who uses me!&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be Alone,&lt;br /&gt;then with someone who does not see me;&lt;br /&gt;chooses not to know me;&lt;br /&gt;turns from accepting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Alone,&lt;br /&gt;is always better..&lt;br /&gt;then being with someone&lt;br /&gt;who makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;less of who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to learn&lt;br /&gt;you have to take chances..&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes-&lt;br /&gt;in order to heal,&lt;br /&gt;you have to take&lt;br /&gt;those chances back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning&lt;br /&gt;that I do not have to sit on the sidelines,&lt;br /&gt;but nor to I have to play&lt;br /&gt;the game..&lt;br /&gt;I get to make the rules,&lt;br /&gt;and I get to walk away&lt;br /&gt;when my heart&lt;br /&gt;is at risk&lt;br /&gt;of being on the loosing&lt;br /&gt;team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;I shall let others in..&lt;br /&gt;but their invitation&lt;br /&gt;is in effect,&lt;br /&gt;only as long:&lt;br /&gt;as their respect of me&lt;br /&gt;and who I am&lt;br /&gt;is in place....&lt;br /&gt;because I am not bound-&lt;br /&gt;by fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of being ALONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8014880043626797980-6848479655305345151?l=singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6848479655305345151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-there-to-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6848479655305345151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8014880043626797980/posts/default/6848479655305345151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlemominacomplicatedworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-there-to-here.html' title='from there to 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