Corned Beef And Re-Hash

So, now that we’ve talked about the past, I don’t want to keep falling back to that just for the sake of content. That’s not why I started writing here again (to be completely frank, I can’t afford to see my therapist very often right now, and this place used to suffice). Even though I need a place to spew out a bunch of feelings, I also don’t want to just whine all the time. So, I hope you few will bear with me while I find my new groove. Maybe that should be the new tagline of this blog… “How Shasta got her groove back”

LOL, no.

I guess I will just write whatever I want, like I always did.

My current sex life is admittedly pretty pathetic, not for lack of want, but for lack of Aiden. He works out of town five days a week, so we only get up to getting down once or twice a weekend. We make it count though, no complains on the quality, just the quantity. We haven’t played for a long time, but I’m hoping we might get a chance in the foreseeable future.

We are moving this summer, after the wedding (of course, being nomads and all) to be closer to Aiden’s work, so that I get to see him more than just on weekends. It’s a pain in the ass. Also I am kind of a hoarder. Maybe I will start a regular feature called “What Hoarders Keep” because so far I have found a wooden box full of cigars that is AT LEAST 10 years old. Also a set of steak knives, the kind you got for free when you bought a vacuum. They were still in the box and they had those pearlescent handles that were so popular in the 50’s. Then there was the ancient cookie press that I’m sure was manufactured in the same decade that cookies were invented. My house isn’t filled with garbage and cat carcasses, but I definitely find some weird things that I’ve pack-ratted from place to place in boxes that I never open. Moving is shit. My consolation prize is that I’m FINALLY going to be able to have a dog again.

The kids are still going to be 50/50 because the move isn’t taking us TOO far away. The schedule might be a bit jumbled at first, and I will be staying at Jack’s quite a bit when its my turn with the kiddos, but everyone is agreeable to that (and it will actually help Jack out if I can kick him a few bucks for the pleasure of living in his basement off and on). It’s not ideal, but we are hopeful it will only be short-term, until the economy picks back up and more opportunities become available in Aiden’s trade. Until then, we have to do what we need to. The real upside of moving is that our new town had a significantly lower cost of living, so I won’t have to worry about going back to work. Not that I don’t want to work, but my business with Lyra is just starting to take off, and I’d like to get pregnant again. Being able to work on my own schedule will be ideal during both pregnancy and with a newborn.

Anyway, kind of boring, but that’s how we roll at the moment. Hopefully things perk up around here, or I fear I will resort to writing endlessly about wedding planning.

Kidding. Maybe πŸ˜‰

2 Comments

  1. I’m so glad to see you’re posting again! I haven’t checked your blog in a couple of years, at least(!), but I was just looking back at my own old blog (depressing) and I linked here in one of my posts. Funny timing! Anyway, I’m glad to read your updates. (I was formerly Starla of this blog: https://lovetrio.wordpress.com/)

    • Shasta

      March 22, 2017 at 9:44 pm

      Lindsay,

      I’m so pleased you stopped by, and took the time to say hello πŸ˜€ I remember you from your old blog (and I hear ya on the depressing bit). I’ve taken a peek at your new blog, and OMG the hen mum post had me missing the chickens my grandmother used to keep! Those fresh eggs ruined all other eggs for me. Also silkies were my favorite of the varieties my grandmother had. I definitely plan to continue reading your archives when I have a minute.

      Thank you again. It always makes my day when I get a comment from someone who has read me in the past.

      -Shasta

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