Desire. Ask. Believe. Receive.

but I'm blogging everyday of November damnit and I'm only like 4 days in.

So, today was good. I cooked a fair amount; made a spaghetti sauce with ground turkey and a pot of pumpkin and white bean soup. Kind of an easy Sunday of cooking actually. Relatively.

The day started out much as most of yesterday; PMSing and pretty much just being a bitch. I willed myself to get over it though and 5 iced teas (not long islands, mind you, I'm sober this weekend) later I was ready to join the world of the living.

We got a ton of yardwork finished which is important giving our upcoming refi. God damn, I do wonder if my blog entries of late could be any more fucking boring.

Really, I've got stuff going on, just no real urge to write about it. That does make me wonder why I'm bothering to write a blog at all. I mean, I'm not saying anything...I'm not even mommy blogging. I'm not SAYING anything.

I guess honestly it's just kind of turned into a way for me to keep the few friends in my life who I know read it kept up to date on what I"m up to. At this point though I'm not even really doing THAT...

Weird. Really weird.

I could write more about the work boyfriend. I could write more about the real boyfriend. I could write about the husband. I could write about the daughter. I could write my new-found adventures in sobriety. I could write about my dad and his possible cancer that we'll find out more about tomorrow.

But now my husband's back in from working on the yard and I want to hang out with him for a while.

We'll try this again tomorrow. But at least I wrote something. Right?

Listening to my husband passive-aggressively bicker with his mother is about the most unsexy thing ever.

In other news; we had a fun dinner party last night. Just J's brother and his wife, us, and Suzie. I rocked it with the dinner. I apologize in advance to my vegan readers (hi C!) before I proceed with a brief description of 2 inch thick rib-eyes, rubbed with minced rosemary and garlic and grilled just till they were gorgeous and pink on the inside; mashed red potatoes made with tons of butter and cream; broiled portobellas; and tons of mini cream puffs and eclairs for dessert. Plus way too much red wine. It was a fantastic dinner. Oh, and this killer steak sauce that requires the sacrifice of an entire bottle of red wine, reduced down to about 1/4 cup. Fan-fucking-tastic dinner.

Now it's Saturday. I'm a little hung over. Irritable at listening to John and his mother go back and forth, and ready to get on with my day.

Suzie is amped on cream puffs and halloween candy and in high spirits.

Yesterday was the the first day of my 30 days of blogging and I totally blew it off! What a dumbass I can be. :)

Good thing I don't worry about that kind of thing.

Anyway, yesterday was the 16 year anniversary of my first date with John. Crazy, right? We didn't really do anything; we're more into celebrating the actual wedding anniversary at this point (when we remember...). But we were both sober, which was nice. We're trying this new partial sobriety experiment which has been, um, exciting and challenging, but you know, good...

I use a lot of ellipses.

Um, let's see. Quiet times right now in the Martian household. Which is a good thing. I don't think we've had a significant fight or even argument really in at least, um, I'm thinking two weeks. That's pretty staggering for me to be writing, being as how we has approximately 6 fights in the first 10 years of our relationship. Things have definitely devolved over the years, which is what everyone pretty much says happens with the arrival of the first child. We'll see, maybe we're on an upswing. Our communication level has increased, doubtless, as has my refusal to deal with bullshit/borderline abusive behavior. And these are two very good things.

Anyway, I'm gonna give myself a gold star for the day and call it good (ok, maybe a silver star); I got work to do.