April 2, 2011

• Please allow me to introduce myself

  Some very nice people, publicly and privately convinced me to ease my way back into the world of Xanga.  Not that I really left, I just went from regular posting to very rarely posting.  But if I am planning on becoming more regular, ( maybe) I guess I need to reintroduce myself or introduce myself, so people know what the hell I am talking about.  Sorry about the length, if you bother to read, feel free to skim.

  First, terms I use in my blogs.

  Actually there is only one, Expelled, who used to be expunged and before that semi ex.  He is my ex husband, who I used to live with, but we also lived together before we were divorced and we weren't really married, like half in half out, which is why I used the word semi ex.  We got our divorce, went out to lunch, went home.  Then against all odds he met someone, this was like two years later after we had even moved to another house together.  Actually, he re-met someone from high school of all places.  Anyway,they basically ran me out of the home where I lived, paid bills etc... and had  an understanding that this was a semi permanent situation.  I know oxymoron or whatever.  So, I move out and move on.

  I have no term or name I use for the girlfriend.  I used to call her skank, just because of the way she handled the whole transition period.  But I have mellowed and with the help of xanax and my life being better, I no longer use that term.  Girlfriend does not like me.  Supposedly it is because at one time, I doctored a photo of the two of them that I stole off a mutual friend's Facebook, and I posted it here.  Expelled had a small target on his chest and after a face book tattle tale told of the photo, I was branded a sicko, stalker, murderer.  But the target was just one of like 10 little icons.  And you had to see the photo in context.

  I am not going to get into the reasons why she not only over reacted, but how she has zero sense of humor.  What I do know is, that is NOT why she dislikes me.  And if you are reading this girlfriend or tattle tale, I would be happy to tell you the real reason why.  Expelled loves me and I love him.  Not in a romantic way, but in a we were married forever, have two kids, shared a life, and we were always friends.  I mean don't get me wrong, there are a long list of things I detest about expelled, and if I EVER had to live with him again, I would probably go into a catatonic state, but we have genuine warm feelings for one another.  And I also think I am his best friend.  Sorry girlfriend, but it's true.  But maybe in 10 or 20 years she will become the best friend.  I was never going to change his diapers or any of that anyway, so have fun with the golden years. The point is she does not like me and therefore I don't like her.  I was willing to forgive and forget, but some of us are more mature than others.

  On with the Bio.

  Expelled and I have two kids together, and they are really anomalies.  Expelled and I were kind of losers in our youth.  Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, like being exposed to lead paint, running rampant with no supervision, doing drugs, and moving a lot, both of us were lucky to get out of high school.  Our hobbies in high school included getting high, ditching class, going to parties, and hanging out in smoking areas. We met in the worst dive bar you have ever seen. He never went to college and got in a trade. I went to college and graduated eight years later after attending like five schools.  And you DO NOT want to see my grades.

  Child one, was the lead in many high school plays/musicals, was in show choir, National honor, society, Thespian something or other officer, Valedictorian of her class.   She graduated Suma Cum laude from Northwestern University with a double degree, early.  She now works for a company that pays her over double my salary ( which isn't saying much) and has ten times the benefits that I do.  

  Child two, the boy, also stared in many high school productions, was also in show choir, both tech and performing and did theater tech too.  He was president of the drama club.  He did gymnastics and was very good until I made him quit due to two accidents involving a high bar and head and back injuries.  He was president of his fraternity by sophomore year.  He is graduating this year with a Math degree from Indiana university.

  But the most amazing part is that despite their mother going from sort of cute to fat and ugly to sort of cute then fat and ugly again.  And despite the fact that their mother was clearly depressed and their parents fought and didn't even sleep in the same room for like the whole marriage and divorced living together thing.  And despite the fact they were basically raised in a DUMP and I am not exaggerating, they are just very normal, nice kids.  They work hard, they over come obstacles and they are just genuinely, likable, cool people. They are both in strong relationships. My daughter is engaged to her boyfriend  of five years ( living together for 1 and a half) and my son is moving in with his girl friend of about a year and a half when they graduate.  Yes, I allow them to live in sin.  I just don't have the room for them to come back home, and actually could care less.  They are happy, strong capable, adults, so i guess we did something right I just have not figured out what it is yet.

  Back to me.  I work as a " paraprofessional"  this is the new, fancy word, that means teacher's aide.  I make no money, but I actually like my job.  I work with court mandated youth, who have been sent to a drug rehab facility I call Safeway ( oh I found another term).  I work on Safeway grounds.  Many of our clients come from the west side of Chicago.  According to the news and Nightline this is an area that has epidemic gang problems and killings.  One of the worst in the country.  The rest are a bunch of poor suburban gang bangers, poor gang banger wanna bees, and upper middle class druggies.  My favorite, by far, of the cliental, is the West side kids for a number of reasons, too long to get into here.

  So that's my life, and writing it here sounds really boring.  But don't expect blogs like, " I went to work, my life sucks, I bought groceries today"  Don't expect poems, although I did write a rap once.  I could put pretty pictures I have taken up, but that is unlikely, if you're interested they are in my photo blog thing.  

  What you can expect is, poor grammer, and poor use of the English language.  I won't butcher anything, but I definitely need an editor. 

  I usually write about some insane thing I did on an impulse, something " I Love Lucy" like that happened to me, like being stuck in the car wash, my thoughts on life, but very rarely anything controversial or serious.  Sometimes I talk about work, but too paranoid to discuss the boss or any co workers, but will talk about the boys sometimes.

  Pet peeves are when I am obviously NOT being serious but commenters get their undies all in a bunch.  The rare times I am being serious and people are disrespectful to my or others opinions.  

  So that's it, my real name is Laura and I'm an open book.  I like to blog, I like to make people smile, and I hope to get back into it. So I'll give it a shot and we'll see how it goes.  

  
  

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