I LOVE YOU GUYS!

I always thought weeks should start on Monday instead of Sunday. To me, Sunday finishes up the week. Monday begins it. But I can't argue with the calendar, so today begins a new week.

This week I am going to deal with stuff I've put off dealing with. I'm going to ride my bike every day. I'm going to turn off the tv and the computer and see how much more I get accomplished of things that are really important to me. I'm going to get out of this house and take some pictures with that new camera I bought and paid a fortune for and never learned to use. I'm going to cut way back on the diet cokes because I think they make me fatter. (I have my theories about that.) I'm going to try to eat healthier.

I'm going to thank my lucky stars every day I have the people in my life who are supportive.

There is Sweet Amy who I can tell is such a fantastic person but doesn't realize it but makes me want to move to Alaska and be her adopted mom,

"Bev" my new friend and fellow introvert who always says just what I need to hear and inspires me with her beautiful garden,

Cathy my confidante and role model of what an independent outspoken women should be and who puts up with my bellyaching and loves me anyway,

Freebird whose posts blow me away sometimes by their honesty and insight, and who is so smart and beautiful and deserves so much more than she thinks she does,

and my new lady cycling message board friend who keeps telling me I can do this,

my husband for loving me no matter what,

my kids for being so incredible and continue to amaze me by their talents and spunk and humor and make me realize every day how much I ADORE them,

and those people I don't really know very well who step up and post encouraging words on my blog.

Our family isn't those people we were born into. Our family is those people who love us and we love. So when are we going to have us a big ol' family reunion!

Can a Fat Lady Ride a Bike?

I've sat on my fat ass in my recliner getting bigger and bigger and I'm sick of it. Today I saw a 700 pound woman on Dr. Phil and thought how lucky I am to still be able to move. So I decided to take a bike ride. My husband just smiled when I mentioned it but he aired up my tires for me. I loved bike riding as a kid, and first starting off and feeling the wind on my face was GREAT. Well, I took a ten minute ride. I came home wheezing, sweating, heart pounding, and thighs on fire. It took twenty minutes for my heart to slow down. I sat under the ceiling fan dying.
I need ya'll to encourage me. I really do. I have to do something. I don't want to give up on myself on this like I do every other thing.

I Was Here First!

I didn't want to make our other dog feel left out. And since so many of you wanted another dog picture, here's Rags, our other maltipoo. This is how Boo Boo will look when his hair grows back out. How cute is this?

Don't Ya Jus' Hate People Like That?

Don't you just hate those new parents who whip out pictures of their new babies every time you see them? Like you don't know what their kids look like because you've seen daily pictures of the kids every time you've run into Mom or Dad? My chiropractor is like that. Nothing like lying on a table and having him wave pictures in my face of "his baby sticking out his tongue" and his baby "drooling". I know you all are going to shoot me if I keep talking about this new doggie, but I have to share two pictures with you and then I promise to hush!
The first one is my husband with Boo Boo. Hubby is totally smitten. The second one is the way this crazy dog likes to lay in my lap, flopped on his back with all his legs sticking up.

We Got Him!

I went to see the lady today about the little Maltepoo. He's the cutest thing. Look at that face? How could anyone resist a face like that?
If you're wondering what got me in the mood to take on another dog, here's the ad I saw for this cutie:

Brutus
Dog
Maltese,Poodle Mix

Size: Small
Age: Three years
Sex: Male

Notes: Brutus is the cutest little thing. Very small and sweet (3 pounds maybe) and champagne color (white or beige all over with blonde ears and tail). He carries his tail like a flag and his tiny little face is dominated by huge brown eyes. He is very friendly and loves to snuggle. Right now he's sitting on my lap keeping me company. He also likes to sit on my shoulder as I read or watch TV. Brutus is has been a pampered baby all his life. His family loves him very much, but became unable to keep him. He gets along well with other dogs and children. Brutus is housetrained. He crys to go outside and he crys to come back inside when he's finished.

How Much is That Doggie in the Window?

I was looking online today for information about Maltepoo doggies like ours. I found a rescue organization that has one for adoption. It said the doggie is adult, housebroken, and weighs three pounds. Our little doggie is adult, housebroken and weighs about four pounds. I read the description and I wrote to the lady who has him for more information and to see if he is still available for adoption.
Then I decided it might be a good idea to ask my husband his opinion before I did anything else. He's not thrilled with the idea, but I think he will give in. He didn't want the one we have now, either, but he's in love with the little bugger now.
So wish me luck that the doggie is still available. I've gotten my hopes up and will be disappointed if he's not, but happy he found a home.

Writin', Bitchin' and Readin'

Blogging is a lot of fun for me. I enjoy writing and I love reading the comments. Thanks to a post Amy had a long time ago, I make a conscious effort to keep it real.
But there are some things for all of us that we just can't write about on a blog.
I've tried journaling many times through the years. The majority of the time I buy gorgeous journals and don't use them because I'll mess them up. Or I start one and end up jotting down so many random things in it, like quotes from people on Oprah (ha!) that I look at it and feel like I've "messed it up" and I get another one, more afraid of messing it up, too.
I had a counselor tell me once to buy a regular ol' spiral notebook, write inside the cover in big letters, "There is no right way to do this" and then start writing. She said if you want to write, write; if you want to draw, draw; if you want to take a pen and claw at the paper in rage, do that! She also assured me that if I would do it daily for two weeks, after that I would begin to move past the surface stuff and would start to learn a lot about myself. She was right. Some of the "lightbulb" moments I had with journaling blew me away. The counselor I'm seeing now also pushes journaling. She feels it's a great way to get to know yourself and what you really think, what's under the mask you present to everyone else so they will think you're nice and like you.
I signed up for this assertiveness class, and one of the books they recommend as supplemental material is a 5 year journal. I found it on Amazon, and have ordered it.
Here is the link to it if anyone is interested. It's actually an updated better version of a previous one the same author did. There are no reviews of the new one yet but it looks like everyone loved the older one except for the quality of the paper. Hopefully she fixed that with this new one. No, I don't have any kickback from the book! Just thought some of you might need a push to start journaling like I do.
There are also some books that are recommended in the assertiveness class. I'll list them so anyone else who has a major problem being assertive can look them over.

How to Grow a Backbone: 10 Strategies for Gaining Power and Influence at Work
by Susan A. Marshall

The Power of Positive Confrontation
by Barbara Pachter and Susawn Magee

The Assertiveness Workbook: How to Express Your Ideas and Stand up for Yourself at Work and in Relationships
by by Randy Paterson

The Disease to Please
by by Harriet B. Braiker

Journalution: Journaling to Awaken Your Inner Voice, Heal Your Life, and Manifest Your Dreams
by Sandy Grason

I've not read any of them, but have ordered a couple of them. So I don't know if they are good or not, just that they are recommended by the teacher.
I have learned the difference in being passive, aggressive and assertive. I think we as women are taught to be passive, because anything else is not nice and ladylike. Being passive makes you have low self-esteem, and makes people treat you differently than if you stood up for yourself, according to this class. I believe that. People tend to walk all over me, especially in a work situation.
I also learned that you can be assertive in one area of your life, like career, and very non-assertive in another area, like relationships.
I've said before that I can count the times on one hand that I've actually stood up to a very tough situation and let my needs, thoughts, feelings, be known. Most of the time, I cry when I'm doing it because I'm scared to death and shaking inside. But every single time I've done this, I've felt TREMENDOUSLY better afterward.
Last night, my husband took the quiz that they gave us in the course to determine just how assertive or passive you are. He scored passive too, as I could have told him ! I guess that's why he and I get along so well. Neither of us wants to rock the boat so we just agree with whatever the other one is saying at the moment!

Choose Your Poison, Ladies

I had a man in my life at one time who really didn't like my choice of shoes (flats) and insisted I buy some heels. In fact, he bought me several pairs in different colors, all Easy Spirit, all too expensive I thought. Then he took me to a big fancy dinner, and I wore a pair of these heels. After two hours of standing in those things, I was miserable. You don't want to see me miserable. On the way out to the car, my misery got the best of me. I said, "I'm not wearing these again. They are killing my feet." Then I tossed them into the nearest trash can to prove my point. He fumed all the way home. And all the way home, I made a resolution to myself. If it hurts my feet, it's not going on them. No matter how cutesy they may look, or who thinks I need to wear them. No how. No way. I'll go for comfort every time.

Temporary Insanity

Ok, Amy made a request that she's like to know about the "three week guy" I mentioned in my last post. I was going to add my comment but it was getting too long, so I decided to hang my dirty laundry on the line and just put this out there for any of you who don't think I'm far enough off my rocker!
Really, I think our mistakes are actually a good thing, because we learn such valuable lessons from them, but mostly because they give us such humility.
I was married nineteen years the first time, and he started having an affair with a lady in the PTA (He was PTA president). This affair went on for a year before I figured it out. I ended up divorcing him, and since I married at seventeen, I had no idea who I was. All I knew is I was fat, nearing forty, and had three kids. Didn't sound like much of a package anyone would want to take on. So I decided I'd just raise my kids and try not to think about men!
That worked fine for a year. Then I decided to take my kids to visit a little country church where one of their friends went. After church, this sweet looking little old gray haired lady came up and started talking to me. I ended up telling her where we lived, that I was divorced, etc. The next day she called and said she had a huge apple tree in her yard, and apples were falling faster than they could eat them. She said if I would come by, she would love to give me some apples. Hey, groceries were at a premium at our house, and I like apples. So I went. While I was there, she mentioned her divorced son who had just moved back home (well actually in another place behind their house) and how nice he was. She said you need a nice man. I said, You think so? and laughed. I mean what do you say to that?
Well that was enough. The next day I got a call from the son, saying Mom had given him my number. We talked and he asked me to go to the movies. I was so THRILLED that anyone wanted to take me anywhere, I said I'd go. We went out and although thinking back I thought he was repulsive, I also thought he was nice. And he had one thing going for him. He actually seemed to like me. Wow. What about that.
His mom kept calling, saying he was so crazy over me and how good a son he was to her, and how he needed a good woman, and I needed someone and yada yada yada. They both started putting pressure on me to get married. I mean pressure with a capital P. I heard everything from how much of my life was I going to waste to I wasn't getting any younger, etc. I began to believe them. I said I'd marry him. My kids screamed NOOOOO. My family screamed NOOOOO. My dad begged me to wait. Everyone said I had lost my mind. But all I could think of was someone actually likes me. He likes me. Oh My God.
So we married, he moved in. I was working a full time job, and going to school full time trying to get my degree so I could teach. I left out the next morning and came home to find he hadn't left the house. He said he was sick. Ok. Next day still sick. Beginning to smell a rat. Third day he admits he quit his job. Why? Because I was working why should he? He likes being home and he can cook. Now the smell of rat is getting terrible. But I don't know what to do. I mean really. I didn't know what to do. I was that beaten down at that time.
My mom called me the next morning and said how are you doing? I started bawling. She said, "You know you can get a divorce. You don't have to stay with him." So it was like I got permission. I went home and said LEAVE. He asked if he could stay to the end of the week. I said NOOOO, this hotel is closed for repairs. Go to Mom's!!!
A lot of my family and friends don't know about that marriage. I quietly slipped down and paid for a divorce and tried to act like nothing happened.

But something did happen. I had just stood up for myself for the first time. And I liked it. It would take a lot of practice and I'm still not very good at it. But I can remember a hand full of times that I have done it, and it feels great. Now how was that for my 250th blog entry?

Why Didn't I Think of That?

I've been married a few times. ha. First time was at the courthouse during our lunch hour from work. Second time was a small wedding at a country church that his mother organized (she was trying to get rid of him. I found out why and ditched him after three weeks). Third and fourth were to same guy, at courthouse. Then I found this one, a keeper, and wanted to get married at my favorite place on earth, the Japanese garden near our home. So other than the homemade wedding cake that number two's mom made, I've never had the big to-do wedding.
However, if I ever did, I think this would be the perfect cake. It's made of Ding Dongs. Now those people had the right outlook on life. Start it out with a chocolate high. It's got to be a great beginning.

A Real Blast From the Past!

When I was a girl, having always been a die-hard introvert, I spent a LOT of time alone in my room, usually with the door locked. I didn't have a tv in there, or an x-box, or a computer (all today's teens are passing out about now) but I did have the two things every red blooded American teenager had to have to be happy in the 70's. I had a phone, a pink Princess rotary dial phone, and I had a record player. I could entertain myself for hours and hours with records and books. I got $5 allowance each week. A 45 record (for you young ones, they had two songs) costs $1 at JCPenney. So every week, I bought at least one record.
I listened to my favorite songs, over and over (Bread, Cat Stevens, Simon and Garfunkel, James Taylor, Carole King). When I had a terrible breakup with a boyfriend, I'd sit and cry to sad records. When I was feeling happy, I'd dance to them. (With the door locked, remember?) When my parents divorced, I sat and listened to some stupid song by the Browns, called Oh No! Everytime they said, "Oh No!" I'd burst out crying! Very cathartic.
Then later on, as time passed, and I married and had babies, and we moved a bazillion times, I lost my records, or sold them in a yard sale, or gave them away.
Well my husband decided to give me something for my fiftieth birthday that he knew would touch my heart, and so he got me a record player! The one that is pictured. A Crosley Traveler, Spin-o-Matic that automatically drops the records one at a time.
So I started looking on Ebay. A lot of people are selling their old record collections, cheaper than what I paid for them back then! And if you hit the right age person on there, you end up with the same exact hits I had back then. So I ordered some records off Ebay, too. I feel like a kid at Christmas! I can't wait for it to get here!
The counselor today thinks I need to get more exercise and that would help my mood. I bought a bicycle pump for my old Schwinn Classic Cruiser hanging in my garage. I think I'll get out and ride some.
Now am I a BLAST FROM THE PAST or what?! Click it!

Is this a Westinghouse?

A friend recommended I try making a list and checking things off when I get them done. I'm trying that today. Then if I at least see a few checks I can tell myself I actually got something accomplished during my day.
We had my stepdaughter and her husband over for dinner. I really worry about them sometimes. It seems like it's only with a lot of life under your belt that you begin to look farther ahead than right now. Our decisions become based on how this will affect us in ten years, twenty years, not just this month. I guess that maturity eventually takes care of the nearsightedness. The Easter dinner part turned out fine. My husband helped and we got it all pulled together. I even made a cheesecake by a new recipe I had and it was really good.
I made a menu for what we are having for dinners all week, so I have that planned out too. See how organized (agonized) I am? ha.
My daughter sent me a cute Easter greeting, of a big bunny perched in the refrigerator on a shelf. So the question to the bunny was what he was doing in there. He said well this is a Westinghouse isn't it? Yes. Well, I'm westing! :-)
I see the counselor today, and dread that. But usually I feel better after I go.
I'm thinking about not making anymore appointments.

Error!

Sometimes the things we think are errors are exactly what we need to hear at the time. Don't assume you messed up when you get there. Take the time to read the whole page.
I thought that page was funny since I had just whined about how much time I spent in mindlessly staring at a computer screen. Evidently, I'm not the only one with this infliction.

A Bump on a Log

I had no idea this weekend was Easter. A long time ago, I ordered a honeybaked ham for Easter, and when I got the email that it had been shipped, I couldn't figure out why they were shipping this early! My family has always had a big dinner for Thanksgiving and Christmas, sometimes birthdays. But my husband is used to also having a big "get together" for Easter. Which has always been fine. He likes to invite his daughter and her husband that day. This year that has just caught me a little off guard. So I don't have anything planned for Sunday, and little time to get it done. Add to that the fact we made plans to go boat riding on Saturday. So whatever I'm going to do for Easter better get figured out pronto. (Do you think I'll go to hell for grumbling over Easter?)
All I've done this week is sit on my butt. I haven't answered my friends' emails the way I should. I haven't done much of anything in the house except make dinner and keep the laundry up. I've been in sweats all week, and I don't think I've left the house even once.
When I was working, I got up every day and I got ready and went to work. I have a strong work ethic so when I was there, I wanted them to get their money's worth. I worked diligently for my time and then came home. (Also made the day go faster). And now, all I really need to do is get up, get dressed, fix myself up a little, straighten up the house, do some organizing projects I need to do around here (like cleaning out closets etc.), and just keep up with normal day to day things. So what am I doing? Nothing. Well actually that's not true. I'm spending my day not getting anything done that feels important, not wanting to do anything, and feeling so mad at myself because I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. Like a viscous circle.
Yesterday a friend called me that I'm always happy to hear from. I sat there and couldn't think of anything intelligent to say. I listened but honestly felt like I wasn't able to contribute anything to the conversation that meant anything. It was exasperating.
So I know the fix for this. MAKE myself do the things I need to do so that I do feel useful. But even though this bothers me, I still don't want to do anything about it.
I'm mad at myself for the amount of time I spend sitting in the recliner, surfing on the computer, or watching stupid tv shows.
So what did I do to make myself feel better? I baked a dozen choc chip cookies and ate a whole plate. Now I have a stomach ache, and feel worse. And I'm angry about that!

Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble

Ok, saw the therapist again today. She's had me keeping a dream journal for awhile now. You know how you wake up and you were sort of in the middle of a detailed dream and then it just sort of drifts away and then you can't remember any of it? Well, she told me to keep a notebook and pen by the bed, and write as soon as I wake up. So I tried it. I found out even if I can only vaguely remember the dream, once I pick up the paper and pencil and start writing (lying flat on my back holding it in the air!) all the details reappear and I remember much more of it than I thought I would. Well, my first observation in doing this was that I sure have freaky weird dreams. But after ten or fifteen entries, I began to see that even my freaky weird dreams have a pattern. My dreams range from being at school and wandering the halls terrified that I can't find my class and will be late, to wandering in a huge parking lot and can't find my car and am going to be late, or babysitting and losing the baby and being terrified the parents will find out, etc etc. In every single dream I have, I'm scared I'm going to get into trouble. Someone is going to figure out I'm incompetent, absent minded, stupid, etc and I'm going to get into terrible trouble, or they won't like me, or some other fate worst than death.
So when I told her what I had discovered about my dreams, she was not surprised. She said it goes back to the not feeling good enough thing. And the anxiety that I won't measure up no matter how hard I try.
So I wanted to know how to FIX IT. She said well you are. You are telling yourself different things than the old tapes you usually play. You're journaling and coming to therapy and learning more about yourself so you can change these old patterns, and you are pushing yourself to challenge the way you've always done things.
I've decided to say a little prayer before I go to bed at night and ask God to please let me just get into trouble in my dream and it still all be fine. I'll let you know if it works. :-)

Why is the Weather Siren Going Off?

The last few days have been an adventure. The tornado warnings rang out last night, and my husband (bless his heart) got out the flashlights, candles, cash, etc and barricaded us in the hallway. Then we had a bit of large hail, about walnut size. My son was thrilled to get a piece of it to put in the freezer. We had some wind and a lot of rain and lightning. We only stayed in the hall about ten minutes, then went back into the living room to see what the television said, and it looked like it had passed us. More storms came through after that, but I went to bed.

I think my husband sat up for most of the night, because he's not lived in Alabama long enough to get used to the tornadoes. I've lived here for fifty years. I've stood with my daddy at the top of the basement steps and watched a huge tornado go by, while my mother screamed at us from inside the basement. I learned one thing. If a tornado is going to strike your house directly, it's not going to matter much whether you were standing outside or hiding in a closet. If it hits directly, you can kiss your hiney goodbye. So that leaves two options. You can sit up all night and worry and wait. Or you can look at it like I do. The chance of it actually hitting one particular house are small. They tend to hit and miss most of the time, taking one roof, leaving a house, hitting another one. And a tornado has a path, not covering the whole city at once. So if you're not in the direct path, you're ok. So I choose to go to bed. Also, we don't have large trees in our yard so we don't have that part of it to deal with.

Today, we decided to try a new Portuguese Restaurant that opened near here. I had never had that kind of food, and the different taste of the spices took some getting used to. I think it was good, but I'm not sure it's something I would ever want to have again. What I had was sort of greasy, which was a steak, pan fried in some strange sauce. My husband had paella, and I got to try a mussel out of his dish, which I had never tasted before. It was pretty good.

After we got home, my husband remembered this is his weekend to have to go out to work for awhile to check on their system. They do a rotating schedule and this was his time. So he went out there, and I'm just sitting watching Judge Judy because it came on.
I'm reading the DaVinci code, because I'm the last person in America who hasn't read it, and I want to be able to see the movie and compare it to the book. I'm also reading Joan Anderson's A Weekend To Change Your Life. I tend to read several books at once. One in my purse, one by the recliner, one on the nightstand....I actually bought all the Harry Potter books but haven't read them yet. Well actually I read the first one, but it's been so long ago I'd probably have to start over. I think I have ADD when it comes to books.

I got the bright idea today I might like to get hair extensions, until I read about it online and how much it costs. I guess I'll just stick to the letting it grow like everyone else.
My life seems very boring lately, even with all our adventures.

Worth Repeating

Now and then I hear something that resonates with me, and I just have to share. This was from yesterday's Starting Over television show. It was spoken by Iyanla Vanzant in a group session of women from all age groups.

When a woman is in her 20's, the question is "Who am I?" Am I who my parents say I am? Am I what the world says I am? Am I who they want me to be? Who am I? And at the physical level, it's all about the clothes and the car and the body and the fun and the parties. And at the emotional level, it's about being loved and accepted. At the spiritual level, it's about freedom and no limits. 20's don't like to be limited.

The question for the 30ish year old woman is "What do I want?" It's really not so much about the physical now-the clothes, the car, but about security. What do I want and how can I move forward in a very secure place?"

The forties are the age of purpose. Now the body does start to change and we can either stay in the physicality and be hysterical about it, or be at the spiritual level where there is acceptance. The big question for the 40 year old woman is "What am I doing? And who cares anyway?"

Then there is the 50-ish year old woman- the wise one. The question for the 50 year old woman is what do I have to offer? The key for fifty, where 40 is about acceptance, fifty is about forgiveness. Because it's very easy for the things we don't forgive to turn into bitterness and there is nothing more attractive than a bitter old woman.

Do you know any bitter old women? Do you know an old wise woman? Every woman needs an old wise woman in her life. Because where men learn from institutions and organizations, women learn from each other. Today, profect yourself forward...picture yourself at 70 and write a monologue of what it is like to be seventy.

Life and Other Modern Inconveniences

My fiftieth birthday is in May. I figured out today that I can officially join AARP and also qualify for a Lifelong Learning Program at a local college where you can take courses for a flat 40 dollars per semester (as many classes as you want.) They are the kind of classes that most continuing ed classes include, some foreign languages, yoga, etc etc. I'm really getting excited about the idea of going back to school and taking some things I'm interested in.
I always loved college. I think it gave me a big healthy dose of self esteem I hadn't had before. When I got there, I figured out I wasn't as dumb as some people had told me I was. It was fun to me. Of course, as the pressure escalated, and I got into my senior year, doing student teaching, senior projects, two classes, exams, working full time, and being a single mom, it wasn't quite as much fun. ha. But all in all I love school. I love wandering the bookstores buying the books, picking out pens and pencils and notebooks, the whole thing. I never even minded being the old one in the classes. Being older makes you feel wiser than the younger ones, even when you're not. So I'm looking forward to the idea of going back and taking some classes. Fifty has its advantages.
I realized this week just how "flighty" I am lately. I go from one thing to another to another. Nothing seems to keep my attention for long until I'm looking into the next thing. I've gone from jewelry making to scrapbooking, to drawing, to painting, to studying different religions to writing to etc etc etc. You get the idea. I asked my husband what he though of all this. Did he think I was nuts? ADD? He replied that he just figured I was trying to find things I liked to do, and part of that process was trying all kinds of new things, and he thought that was great. Not one time did he mention the money I've spent trying to pursue all this other stuff. That's why I married the man. He's kind.
Also turning fifty has another advantage. I found out my kids have planned a surprise trip (that is no longer a surprise) to Florida for my birthday. We get to eat seafood and lay on the beach and drink Pina Coladas and listen to Jimmy Buffett music. I'm getting out my Hawaiian print blouses so I can fit right in. ha. Really, I'm glad I have that to look forward to. I think it will be fun.
Awhile back I decided to grow my hair out longer. Then I ended up cutting it. Now I'm wishing I had just let it grow. So I'm trying to do that again. I keep telling it to hurry up and grow but it's not listening. I have no patience. Maybe I should get hair extensions. ha. What in the world are hair extensions anyway? Do they glue hair to your head? Ouch.
My house is all clean today, thanks to the cleaning lady who came yesterday. I hope to get some laundry done, make a baked spaghetti for dinner, and then spend the afternoon painting guilt-free.
I'm watching this movie with Kathy Bates, called Ambulance Girl on tv. It's about this lady who is depressed and her husband tells her she's made him the center of her life and he hates that. So she decides at fifty something to go out and get her EMT license, and she loves it and it's like her new thing. So then the husband gets jealous of it and resents her new interest. The movie is not over but already I want to smack him up the side of his hard head. I don't know how I never heard of this movie before now. It's several years old I think. Probably because it's not something that would appeal to that much of an audience. But I like movies about women who start over, like Sleeping With the Enemy and A Home of Our Own, etc.
Lord knows I've done my own share of starting over. And over and over and over.