The title of this post is very, very, very misleading. There is nothing pink in it (unless you count the blog color scheme) and definitely no weight loss shakes shall be discussed…although, they really should be. Trust me on that one. Side note: only talking about me here with the weight loss shakes thing. In any case, the name comes from one of those random name games that pop up on other folks’ walls on Facebook: this one was the color of your pants plus the last thing you ate would create your “band name”. Mine turned out to be Pink Weight Loss Shake, which I thought was cute, light and utterly random; and while this post will not be cute, I am hoping you will find the light-heartedness and random in it.
First, for the first time in what seems like forever…the drama is subsiding not only in my life but with my Panel in general. Folks are going on job interviews, there may not be more money than month but at least it is about equal with money and month both running out at the same time and issues are being tamed. Peace and happiness are making a comeback and being normal is starting to feel normal again. We are raising babies, going to work and learning to be comfortable in our skin again…we are overcoming and it feels damn good. The only exception to this are Brother Everything/Sister Someone…there are messes and then there are hot messes…these two are a hot mess. He is drinking more, she is eating more (the chick has gone from a size 10 to a size 16 in a little under 8 months) and the denial and delusions are running rampant over there, but that is another story for another post.
UTA (I think I am officially in love with her for the 10th time) has entered another writing contest (she did not win the last one but not for lack of efforts or support) and this time, she is promising homemade lemon cake (should she actually win) to those who help her out. Once again, it is based on views and positive commentary, along with the most shares on Facebook and Twitter. So if you are feeling in a generous mood and wanting some yummy cake (please note, paths must actually cross in order to collect on the cake and right now, she is 8,000 miles away) and want to see our girl get rewarded for all of her hard work and wonderful writing, head over to this site: http://www.expatsblog.com/contests/284/top-5-reasons-why-living-in-saudi-arabia-is-great and read, comment and share on your social sites. Please. With lemon cake on top…
Finally, I have decided to stop fighting with my inner demons and hug them instead…I have returned to the 8th grade junior high homeroom and WB and I are exclusive. He now talks in the singular when telling me about his evenings and weekends and is talking of us becoming blonde hipsters who wear scarves with no jackets and trendy glasses. We exchange tidbits about ourselves and the fantasy is in full effect. He is 34 (he is willing to knock it up to 36), I am 32 and we are very happy pinging together. The man is Him 2. 0…there is no other way to describe it and I am done analyzing anything. The way I see it, wherever this leads, at least it is filled with familiar landmarks such as mixed signals, separate delusions and half-assed attempts. He has seen what I consider to be deterrents (and my worst physical flaws) up close and personal…and STILL he comes back. Time after time…now he is trying to wrangle a move back to HQ so we can see each other more (I think there are no hot chicks at the satellite office) and is trying to find his way over in the next few days to “catch a glimpse”.
We have not had our first date yet…he was all over the place with that one but it boiled down to this: WB said he would have followed through but I am the one too heavily into the dating scene…(I did not even bother to correct that statement) and really, I think that is a good thing. It is all we can do to keep the pinging straight (seriously, when I did not ping him for 2 days after that statement, he asked me why was I playing hard to get) and for now, it is all I can handle. I am still learning that curves and rolls can co-exist peacefully, that my smile is still just as great and that for real…age is really just a number. I am learning to be comfortable with men who are comfortable with me and sometimes (if there is a God)…there are no hidden agendas and they are not sad or deranged. Don’t get me wrong, the man is crazy, but at least it’s packaged younger and cuter than in previous times. Neither of us know what we are doing, what we are looking for (or from) with the other but we are trying to keep it in the moment. I don’t know…I still worry and wonder (the demons and I are hugging and each of us is looking for the knife we are certain is about to be plunged in our backs), but for now, it makes me happier, he makes my tummy jump and I am having fun.
So this is it and all for right now…still have to get the post together on Officer Goodbody and I still have two weeks’ worth of laundry that needs to be folded and put away. As always, thanks for stopping past and reading and as always…enjoy your day! Wishing everyone a lovely Easter weekend and don’t forget to help our girl UTA out!