Who Me?

I just beat Dew/E.J. in a silent blog-a-day competition. After five years I still have enough blogging mojo to beat a newbie blogger. Clearly, my ace in hole are stories about my son. It's pretty difficult for non-mommies to compete with that. I stopped posting after my victory, though, which pretty much makes me look like a total ass. Sorry about that.

Not a whole lot is going on over here. I had class this weekend and ended up going to bed frightfully early. When I went over to my parents' house on Sunday, I found a notice to withhold FOB's earnings in the mail. It looks like the AG's office was able to confirm where the FOB works in New Hampshire. That was a nice surprise. Since the amount that he owes has continued to go up, the amount he pays on arrears has also increased. Also nice. It's just doubtful that with him working in the restaurant industry as a server that I'll ever see even a portion of what the AG has determined he owes.

Manfriend came over last night. I was lying on my couch feeling like a horrible hostess, watching he and Zac played with the marble set that he gave Zac for his birthday. The two of them had a really good time together. Well, at least Zac had a good time and Manfriend pretended not to notice that Zac was messing up his well-engineered marble-rolling contraption.

I may or may not have said something along the lines of: "I've given up on dating. I still go out on dates, but really, I've given up." This may or may not be true, I'm not sure. I know that when I get upset about things with the FOB, I feel incredibly alone - so alone that I'm not sure how anyone will be able to bridge the gap between me and someone else. Then I'll start talking with someone new and dating will seem like a less fatalistic activity. I have a lunch date tomorrow with a guy that I'm looking forward to meeting. It sounds like a total contradiction to my statement last night, but it's what I'm feeling.

Good thing I never claim to be anything other than a walking hyperbole.