Wednesday, October 8, 2008

sign me up


I'm watching the presidential debate as I write this, which means I have to write about something else right now. Don't ask me why. I can't walk and chew gum at the same time either. The political section of my brain is otherwise occupied and can't expand any more at the moment. Stay tuned.


I'm off kilter right now anyway. I'm tired from two ragged days at work and all I want to do is sleep. For a week. Surfer Dude's arm is still up in the air. Literally. We'll find out Thursday what the soccer forecast is for the rest of the season. Then there's the fact that I'm still married. This frickin' divorce was supposed to be final a month ago and it still isn't. Our papers are sitting on the judge's desk just waiting for a signature and a "see ya later, alligator". But noooo. He had to be out of town last week. And have a trial the week before that. Does he not realize that those papers are the most important thing on his To Do List? Dude. Buy a clue. Don't make me open a big ol' can of whoop ass on you.


Just sign the damned papers.


Please?

9 comments:

laurie said...

i remember when i got divorced. i wanted it, i filed for it, i thought i was fine with it. i had to go to court for the final hearing, and the judge signed the papers and decreed me divorced. and i walked out of the courthouse and it hit me like a ton of bricks--i remember thinking, "i'm divorced! you're only single for a finite amount of time, you're only married for a finite amount of time, but you're divorced forever. it's like getting herpes!"

i'm fine with it now, and i was fine with it the next day. but that day? it was hard. so brace yourself. it might surprise you.

Devon said...

I think it is strange how nothing in how we live our lives changes, but the mental shift is enormous. If you were to be divorced tomorrow, would the day be any different from today?

My hubby was a firefighter rescue specialist at the twin towers on 9/11. I thought for two weeks that this could be the day he died. It really affected me for a year. But after that year anniversary, I was fine. Nothing really changed, but I somehow gave myself permission to move on, Sept. 12, 2002.

I hope that your divorce is final soon and that you can give yourself permission to move on to the next phase of your life. With joy of course!

WT said...

That means it's not too late to change your mind!

Rudee said...

Laurie is too funny. The day my divorce was final, I didn't feel a thing emotionally-except liberated. But then, he wasn't a very nice guy and he was a big drinker. I still don't feel anything and it's been 24 years. Wow. Nope. Nada.

CrazyCath said...

Our lives in their hands. They just don't get it do they?

Irene said...

I am waiting for the judge so sign my divorce papers and I think that it is going to be an emotional day for me when he does, although I am the one who insisted on a divorce. It is hard to forever be separated from someone you loved very much and have that final piece of paper in your hand. I still love my ex, but I can't live with him or anybody else. If I were to live with someone, I would pick him. Isn't that awful? You see, I'm not over it at all.

aims said...

Just caught Laurie's comment and it was almost exactly what I was going to say.

I remember getting the papers served to me and when I opened them and read the words - a ton of bricks - right between the eyes.

I felt like such a failure.

How ridiculous!

Good thing I have a few brains in my head and that I got it screwed back on straight right after that.

(trying to send the judge some signing thoughts for you)

laurie said...

i also went back to work and made three errors in the next day's paper. THREE. and it was unusual for me to make any, ever.

whenever we made an error we had to write an explanation to the city editor and CC it to the managing editor. i didn't know what to write, except the truth: "my divorce was final today and i guess i was more distracted than i thought."

so....maybe you shouldn't work that day? for you to make a mistake at work is much more serious than for me to.

swampwitch said...

Been there...done that...mine took two years...not to mention, I had a little tangle with Breast Cancer during all the proceedings.

You hang tough girl...