Pennsylvania Statutes, Title 23, Chapter 15

I must say now that I'm back to blogging, I'm too excited not to post the shit running through my head.  And let me tell you, at the moment, I've more things running around in there then the Brisbane River has floating in it.

At the moment, I'd like to discuss my divorce.  For FUCKS sake, when will it end???  In the glorious state of Pennsylvania, at 18 you can get married, no thoughts required.  No blood work needed and no foresight that 50% of marriages end in divorce. Well, I guess (after a quick google search to verify my "facts") you must wait three days after you apply before you can have the marriage recorded.  Nice.  So a three day wait and $40 in cash and I'm married.

BUT if I want a divorce, I have to prove I'm separated for 90 days before I can file.  I then have to wait two years if the ex is being a dickhead. I wait that two years, then what....?  You get this e-mail from your attorney's paralegal: "Attached is the Documents to file the 3301d divorce.  You will need to print off the Notice to the Defendant/Plaintiff's Affidavit Under Section 3301(d) of the Divorce Code and sign in BLUE ink, date and return to our office.   We MUST have the original to file with the court.   Once it is filed with the Court we will serve it on Nathan and Hundertmark both.  Once they receive it then the 20 days will start."

Instead of getting pissed off and hating the world, mainly the MEN who put these stupid laws into place, I've decided to focus on thinking big, and following through.

Making plans for me comes in the form of a thought crossing my brain, me scrambling to find a pen and something, anything,- a doctors note, perhaps? - to write on and scribbling some random shit on the scrap paper.


I ping pong between big lofty goals and smaller doable ones. At the end of the day, I just need an idea of what my plans may be....

I figured out that it doesn't really matter how low I set the bar if I don’t have follow-through.  So here is I will continue to live my life as though I don't need a piece of paper to separate me from my past mistakes.  I will continue to move forward in my random uninhibited pathless way.  I will continue to share my good will and fortune with those I love and say FUCK IT to the bullshit of our society.     I will work my measly job here to get my visa and I will continue to grow Annen with the Peaceful, Quiet, Compassionate Thought it was founded on.

End of story.

I'm a snob, so what's plan B?

I'm preparing for my trip back to the States.  Well, theoretically anyway.  With the flooding in Bundaberg, tornadoes in Bargara, fallen trees in Brisbane and road closures in Gympie; finding my way back to my place near the ocean has proven  near impossible.  I guess, in the grand scheme of things, as long as I get on the plane, who needs warm clothes and books to occupy my 48 hour trip.

Anyway, in preparation  I've loaded myself up with books.  With that being said, I have seven books on my iPad and five really fat paperback books.  Books are funny things.  I love to feel the paper in my hands, smell the ink as I open it and just have the option of reading when I want to (as opposed to not being able to finish a book because I have no power outlet).  But I hate that that they weigh so much.  They take on about 5 of my 7 allowed kilos of carry on weight.  However, my iPad charge is shit. So there has been discussion of dumping my iPad and my books and buying a reader.

The boy has been encouraging me to purchase a Kobo.  A what- you ask?  Yeah, exactly.  As most know, I am a bit of a brand snob.  I like to have the finer things in life (when I can feasibly afford the finer things).  If I can't afford them, then I will happily do without.  Explaining to people, oh I just haven't made up my mind yet.  (Which usually isn't that far from the truth.)

So I'm holding off for a Kindle.  My argument is (because I seem so shallow saying I want it for the brand name) that I've already purchased all my iPad books through Kindle, I don't want to have to buy them over. A suggestion came up of those little websites that share their "purchased" electronic files.  You know, you search for the book, music, movie you want, someone has it, you download it, give them a five star and then someone else can download from your next upload type thing?  At the end of the day though, I don't want to be deported.  Its a big fear of mine.  Well, that and a mother asking me what I think of her ugly offspring.  For that, a healthy 'think on your feet' kind of lie is always needed in your back pocket.  For my book problem, I may just need to start over with a trip to Bent Books here in West End or stop by the nearest JB Hifi and buy myself a Kobo.

Oh, the options are endless and I'm a last minute, lets not actually prepare for anything and wing it kind of girl.  Oh yes, the boys love girls like me.

Not.

I read you like a book

The boy, known in my blog as PIB, and I have just finished a fantastic three hour lunch with friends.  Firstly, I'd like to say that this girl has the most amazing friends in the entire world.  Whether their my friends in South Korea, Singapore, Australia, the States, Germany or elsewhere, the people I know are amazing.

On our walk back from Lock n Load, the boy and I were talking about his pre-emptive comments to my future me.  I said, "you knew what I was going to do without me even giving any hint away!" He said, "I read you like a book."  He paused and then said, "Sometimes the page is in gibberish.  Or missing.  Or blank.  But sometimes, that page is in plain English and I can read that."

Oh my goodness.  I can't tell you how much he makes my heart swell.  Seriously.  I told Kara this weekend that I have recognized that I will never have surprises from him.  I will never have flowers or food in the pantry when I come and visit.  But I love him.  And I can accept all of those little things that propaganda has told me comes with love. 

Its different and good and I like it.  It makes me happy.  Estatic.  Elated. 

Only time will tell where this leads.  I will take one day at a time and go from there.  In the meantime, I will remember the good times.....

Ahhhhh!!  I'm so thrilled to be blogging again!!  Welcome back peeps!!


xoxoxo

Its been too long.....

Oct 27, 2012 was mas last post.  Three whole months.  Its not that I haven't wanted to write.  Or that I haven't had time.  I have.  I've been debating about if I should write or not.  I have decided that I should opt out at the moment.  My blogs tend to get me into trouble with those of whom I'm dating.  I've wanted to spare LEA the agony of seeing my inner mess.

Yes, we're still together.  Four months and going.....this is where people say strong.  I'd like to reserve that word for a later date.  Only because I'm so up and down about staying that its not fair to put it in writing.  He's such a fantastic guy.  There is no doubt about it; however, I'm more messed up than one would like to think about. 

I met LEA's parents and brothers over the holidays.  We spend three weeks together camping and climbing.  It was great fun.  I've since moved into a little flat right off Bargara.  The ocean is right outside my door.  A tiny bit of heaven. 

This was two doors down from me.  Scary as fuck to have a tornado going through your yard.  Especially when I was supposed to be there.  I head home in ten days.  I can't wait.  Can't can't can't wait to see Carter.   He is and always will be the reason for me to head back there.  My divorce can't be finalized yet. Still more paperwork and another 20 day wait for that.  FUCK.  Its so frustrating.  It pisses me off that we have to do this.

Oh well..........enough for now.  I don't want to get addicted to writing.