Random Thoughts On A Wednesday

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It’s been a while since I had a random post to just catch up on some things.

I believe at one time, I tried to start Random Wednesday, but I’m either making that up in my head or Wednesdays got forgotten about.

Here’s bunch of nonsense shit from me.

For those of you who might be wondering, E and I are still together.  Last night, he told the roommate she had to move out and had 30 days.  She decided to move out this weekend.  Hold on while I try to contain my excitement!!

For those of you who told me to hang on and see what happens, I love you all!

For those of you who thought I was a lunatic for believing in him, I love you too.  But this relationship is proof positive of two things 1) when you meet the right man, situations can change, quickly.  2) Tinder may be considered a “hook up” app, but relationships can follow the “hooking up”.

On a related note, relationships can work when you put out on the first date.

Girls are mean.  I guess I should say that girls can be mean.

It’s very possible that a 13 year friendship has ended because of some mean things a “friend” said to me.  I refuse to apologize.  I didn’t do anything wrong.

After 13+ years, me getting married and subsequently divorced, her getting divorced, her daughter being on drugs and running away, her having shitty relationships, me having shitty relationships and her becoming a grandma, she was willing to throw the whole relationship away.  Poof.

She told me that I was a horrible friend, that she was tired of being there for me, that I shouldn’t have attended a birthday party that I was invited to and then told me “Fuck You”.  Ok.  Perfect.  I hung up.

I did nothing to warrant that outburst and frankly, this is far from the first time.  I will not contact her, will not apologize.  She owes me a big time apology.

Please remember, when you are drunk, your words can sting.

I am an avid Bachelor/ette watcher.

Fluff television?  Maybe.  All scripted?  Maybe.

Intriguing beyond words?  You bet!

A few words on Boring Bachelor Ben’s women:

  • The twins from Las Vegas are mentally WAY too young for Ben.  And annoying.  They have their occupation listed as “Twin”.  You aren’t getting paid for it, unless you are doing porn together.
  • Olivia is a crazy lady.  And I don’t mean crazy in a cute little way (like me), I mean bat shit crazy!  And she looks like Cameron Diaz, if Cameron Diaz did crack her whole life.
  • I was a little sad to see Lace go last week.  Her antics were the best.  She said “I’m not crazy!” like 483 times in the first three episodes, to Ben, to the camera and to the other girls.  That’s a sure way to convince someone.
  • I really, really like Becca.  She was on Boring Farmer Chris’ season and clearly he should have picked her, but he apparently is extremely attracted to Muppets.  Becca is stunningly beautiful, soft spoken, looks to stay away from the drama and is a virgin.  Go Becca!

I can’t really give much more of an opinion, because I cheated and looked on the internet to see who Ben chose.  Damn Reality Steve.

I look forward to the Extreme Boring!

I started writing a blog two years ago.  It was about dating and just getting feelings out.  It had a different name and I guess in a way, I was a little bit different person.  I wrote about dear friends dying of cancer and memories of my grandparents.  I wrote about struggles with anxiety and funny stories that I had gone through in my world.  I loved it.

I had to delete that blog and start over because of a small stalker issue.  I am sorry that I had to delete it and lose all the stories I had on there.  All the emotions that went in to those writings.

However, I can say, I cherish this new blog.  I cherish the people I have met on here and been able to form friendships with.  One woman in particular has become a confidant and a big supporter.  I love her for this.  She’s across the States from me and some days, I feel like she’s right here.  You know who you are…thank you.

That’s all in my random life right now.

I feel like I’m walking on clouds today.

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If I Had Won The Powerball…

The Powerball Lottery drawing was last night.  It was like $83.5 bazillion.  I may be exaggerating that. 

At my work, we all put in a couple bucks and bought a bunch of tickets together.  So we could all clearly say “Fuck you!” to this company and storm out together.

The thought of splitting $83.5 bazillion, got me to thinking about what I would do if I won that kind of money.

So, without further ado, here is what I would do, if I was the Powerball Lotto Winner…

  1. Buy every ticket to a Luke Bryan concert and let him sing solo to me.  Yep.  I would shake it for Luke, while he shook it for me.
  2. I would pay my mom back the $1,627.00 I owe her.  I would even include interest!
  3. Buy tickets to see the Atlanta Braves play in every stadium in the USA.  Especially in Atlanta.  God knows, I should have gone years ago, but that’s a whole other blog post. 
  4. Travel with the Sacramento Kings for all 82 regular season games.  Ok, maybe not travel WITH them, but definitely fly around to support them in every game.  They may think it was weird to fly with them.
  5. I would buy my daughter and her sister the $2,000.00 meet and greet for Justin Bieber.  Oh, she’d love me more than she already does!
  6. I would buy myself a new car.  Nothing fancy.  Just a fully loaded Chevy truck.  Maybe a Tahoe.  I’m not a Lexus or Mercedes type girl.  Give me a slightly lifted truck, blaring some Luke. 
  7. I would buy a house with a little bit of property.  Not a big house.  Unless I hired a maid also.  Which I could do with a bazillion dollars.  I would also buy some pet goats and a miniature donkey.  They are cute as fuck.
  8. I would also buy my daughter and her sister a house.  But far enough away from mind.  You think I’m joking. 

Those would have been my big plans had I won some money.

Since we won NOTHING, I will continue to come to my work every day and enjoy reading everyone else’s blogs.

Going Back To Me

You meet someone.

You fall in love.

You move in together.

You get engaged.

You get married.

You love your day.  Your dress.  Your friends and family celebrate with you.  You party.  You may drink too much.  You may even almost get in a fist fight with a girl your new husband invited to the wedding.  Every one has a little different story.

You get back from your honeymoon.

Then it hits you!

You, as a woman, get the privilege (and trouble) of changing your last name, if your heart desires.

When I got married 13+ years ago, I did NOT want to change my last name.  I love my maiden name.  My parents seriously picked a badass name for me.

But, my husband wanted me to take his last name.  I guess maybe this was a conversation we should have had before marriage.  So more than eight months after the wedding, I very slowly started the process.

Social Security Card.  Check.

Driver’s License.  Check.

Bank Information.  Check.

Credit Cards.  Check.

Car Loan.  Check.

Utilities.  Check.

Subscriptions.  Check.

Guys, if you are reading this, maybe you should take your wife’s name.

You make appointments.

You take time off work.

You sit in waiting areas for hours.

All. In. The. Name. Of. Love.

*rolling eyes*

The marriage doesn’t work out.

You don’t have any kids together, so you make the decision to change your name back to your maiden name.

The judge agrees to let you do this.  (These days, a judge has to approve every name change)

Then you have to repeat the process above, to get everything changed back.

We filed for divorce in March of 2011.  We filled out the paperwork together, he paid the astronomical California court fee and we waited.

I received lots of paperwork in the mail.  Lots and lots and lots of it.  I put it all in a little file folder.  We weren’t fighting over anything, so I didn’t care much about it.  I finally got a court paper in the mail that was stamped by the court and signed by the judge.

Ok.  It’s over.

Maybe.

In April 2012, after I received the signed court paperwork, I looked online to start the process of changing my name back.

Social Security office:  Fill out paperwork and mail to the state with a copy of your driver’s license, your passport, your marriage certificate, your birth certificate, your first born, your actual right index finger and a certified copy of your divorce decree.  I’m sorry, what?!?!  What in the actual fuck does my divorce decree look like?  I don’t have one of those!!!

I called my ex-husband.  Do you have a certified divorce decree?  No?  What is it?  Are we still married?  What the hell?  Did we miss something?  Oh and by the way, if we are still married, I’ve cheated on you…A FUCKING LOT.

Ok.  I didn’t really say that last part to him, but I was thinking it.

I went online and saw that you can only get a copy of your divorce decree by going to the actual courthouse.  You can order birth certificates, death certificates, marriage licenses and whatever else the fuck you may need online, EXCEPT divorce records.

Perfect.

That was almost four years ago.

And I’m still legally going by Andi Married Last Name.

UNTIL NOW.

I took Wednesday off work to go to the courthouse and take care of this shit, once and for fucking all.  My mom was ready to accompany me, to keep me company during the long wait at the courthouse.  That’s what she says.  I think it’s because she knows I’m a procrastinator and probably wouldn’t really complete the damn task.

I woke up Wednesday morning and dug out the paperwork I had.

Low and behold, I had the correct paperwork all along.  I had been thinking in my head that a divorce decree would be a fancy certified something from that state that said “CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIVORCE, HERE’S YOUR DECREE!!”  You know, on some pretty paper, like your birth certificate or wedding certificate.

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Turns out, they do not believe divorces should be fancy.

For anyone who might be curious and isn’t as naïve as I am, a divorce decree is just the final paperwork from the court that has everything listed on it and is signed off by the judge and stamped by the court.  There is not once mention of the word “decree” on the whole entire 12 page document.

So on Wednesday, my mom picked me up and I took my divorce decree to the social security office.  I changed my name.

Today, I took my divorce decree to the DMV and bank and changed my name.

I am finally back to me.  Finally back to Andi Maiden Name.

And I couldn’t be happier.