Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I Do...Times Two...

So, court was short and for the most part painless...

My attorney did all of the talking and I was only asked one question by The Judge...

Ironically my response was...

"I do."

How crazy that those are the two words that unite two people as husband and wife and the same two that finalize a divorce.

He didn't show...which I was 95% sure that he wouldn't...boy did it feel good to be right!

I'M NEVER RIGHT!

Although, I do feel that I made the right decision...

So, I guess that makes me right twice...

I would like to thank all of you for being there for me...

My blog friends and most importantly my friends and family who know about this blog...I couldn't have made it through this without any of you. Shit, I would even like to thank the bitchy property manager of my old fancy gated community and the part-time dentist neighbor with the fucked up teeth who gave me quality "Blog Material" and kept my mind off this long drawn out divorce.

And last but certainly not least...

Thank you Lola for being there and loving me rain or shine. You are so nice to come home to and are worth far more than any furniture, art work or electronics that are no longer my belongings. As far as I'm concerned "YOU" being the only thing that I asked for in this divorce was the best decision I ever made...

So that makes three times I'm right!

And so begins the next chapter in my life...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

February 22, 2010...

It's over.

My divorce...that is.

Seriously...IT'S OVER!

I'll be back on the 23rd.

And we're keeping with the title of "Life, Love and Lola"

Cuz we still have LIFE...

I've found LOVE...

And praise Jesus we found LOLA...

Bought a new dress too...

Figured you get one on the way in...

Why not on the way out?

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Lost and Found

Earlier this week I experienced the most horrifying 21 hours of my fuckin life!

Lola escaped from my parents house on Monday a little after 5 and we were not reunited until shortly before 3 on Tuesday afternoon.

Talk about a nervous wreck!!!

Oh the tears...no sleep...the anxiety...the stress...the 8,000 cigs I smoked...

NOT FUN!!!

I was out the door and back at their house by 7:30 am on Tuesday to begin my search for my lost dog. I made fliers and passed them out to trash men, mailmen and construction workers...all of who were very compassionate and sensitive to my loss.

I drove for miles and in circles for nearly 7 hours looking for her, only making an occasional pit stop at my parents to use the bathroom or refill my water.

Just before I came really close to LOSING MY SHIT I got a call...

A sweet little old lady and her realtor had found her 5 streets north of my parents.

I hightailed it to where they were...and there lay my dog... muddy, wet and scared shitless in the bushes in front of her home.

And I cried...

And she exited the bushes...nearly pummeled me...and began licking me to death.

And I cried some more...

And then I gave her a bath and poured myself a large glass of wine...