I started to write a post about my divorce and what it’s like to “start over” at 39.  I started to write about the pressure on young women to be thin and pretty, and then,  about what happens when those same women become middle-aged and realize that ‘thin’ and ‘pretty’ are time-sensitive.  I started to write about how I’ve become estranged from my father and how I’m not sure really how it happened or where to go from here.  I started to write… and I got stuck.

So, I think I’m going to show you things, instead. Fun and happy things. Like this little beauty that I’m picking up after work today:

Jealous?  You will be, especially after I affix some sort of Dorothy Gale-esque wicker basket to the front of it and tool around town in my pedal pushers and Keds.  (Or, skirt and low-top Chucks?  Hard call…)

Or, how about this:

He’s the little guy that the kids and I are (possibly) bringing home soon.  (And by possibly, I mean probably.) I know, I know… I’ve heard it all before. Puppies are hard work.  Getting one is like having a new baby in the house.  They’ll chew your shoes and eat you out of house and home.  Ah, well… sometimes kids (and their moms) just need puppies.

And, sometimes, they need kitties, too.  Like this one:

The one the kids and I adopted just last weekend.  He’s something of a charmer in the way that one might find William Kennedy Smith or Ben Rothlisberger charming.  He knows precious little about boundaries or personal space.  But we like him. 

And, the final fun thing I want to share with you is this:

This is my friend, Vas, who won a whopping $180 on Super Saver in the 136th running of the Kentucky Derby.  I love the Derby and I love my friends.  Here’s hoping fortune smiles upon her Preakness and Belmont picks!

I think that’s all I’ve got right now; sorry that it’s a bit pedestrian.  But, I’m super happy that I didn’t go all dark and twisty on you.  I mean, a sad girl could never ride a bike that pink, right?