Howling at the moon a little...

There are always two ways to look at things.

I am 45. I serve food to people and clean up after them, run a cash register, and today I will work the drive thru. I am very lucky. I work for the best boss I have ever had. I am appreciated, and I get to be with the most incredible women all day. Yeah, I smell like bbq when I leave, but I also laugh, smile, and am cared for the whole time I'm there. Win.

One of the wonderful ladies that I work with recently bought my old car, the Cutlass. I think it is perfect and poetic that it has been passed from one single mom to another. There was something very satisfying when she drove off knowing that no man was part of that transaction. For that moment, we didn't need one.

 I'm not a man hater. Just the opposite. My God, I have been literally rescued by a few. In every way. It's pretty clear how much I adore my Miller. But if he had not succumbed to my stalking, I would not need another man to make me complete. I'd like to think he's here for my pleasure. Just my hot toy. He be fine.....

 But anyway.....My friend has the car and is autonomous. Today. I think that is awesome. One of the biggest compliments I have ever gotten was from my lawyer, the Great Oz I like to call him. We were wrapping up the last transaction of my divorce case. He looked at me and said, "You're a survivor. You're going to be fine." I was like, Whatha hell? Survivor? I cry, borrow, cry, and if my body were street worthy, I would have probably used that a time or two. And I cry. I am so frickin needy! And then he grinned his Cheshire grin and said, "I know. You know how to make it happen for your kids." Wow. I will still keep him on speed dial along with my urologist, gynocologist, and my tow truck driver (all men), but that was nice. I know a lot of women like that. Survivors, rainmakers, whatever we are. Kid feeders!  Power to us, screw the world, kiss my ass, and all that! Have a great day!!