I have been writing this blog for a couple of years and it’s been great. I have the freedom to write about anything I want, and write about it without having to worry about being censored. My voice is heard and it’s a blessing. I’ve been struggling however with what I write about.
I write about my life, dating, the world, politics, Judaism, and my never ending search for love. I take comfort in hearing from others who are going through the same things as me. It’s also good to have people laugh at the silly things that happen in my life and put it in perspective.
My lack of a dating life has resulted in my acquiring an addiction. It’s bad. I am addicted to reality television. I would rather stay home, with my cats, and watch reality TV, than go to the trouble of having a date. Dates are not supposed to be trouble, but lately they have been.
The result of my pathetic dating life is that I blog about reality television. It’s fun and I enjoy it, but it’s weird to post a blog about a bunch of skanky housewives right after I write about my son or my faith. So in an attempt to separate out the two subjects, we have created a new blog.
“Keeping the Faith” will continue to be about my life as a single mother, who also dates, and has opinions about the world, while my new blog, “Keeping It Real”, will be dedicated strictly to reality television. They are both here at The Jewish Journal and I am thrilled to be expanding my blogs.
Thanks to my friend Heidi for sharing her creativity on the name. Be sure to visit my new blog at http://www.jewishjournal.com/keepingitreal/. It will be fun to have an outlet for both the stories of my life, and the addiction that is ruining my life. There are worse addictions so it’s all good.
In other news, my son is about to get his learner’s permit. It is a very proud moment and at the same time I want to lock him in his room and begin home schooling. He is a great kid and I know he is going to be a great driver, but I’m having a hard time accepting we are at this place.
He is my only child and my entire life is about him. He is the single greatest thing to ever happen to me and I can’t remember what life was like before he came. The good news is once he starts driving I will be waiting for him all the time and able to watch more reality TV. Pathetic.
My cat’s cat has been on Prozac for a month and he is doing much better. I refuse to admit I have 2 cats so I have one, and then my cat has one. Denial is how I roll. Two cats is a hop, skip and jump from 18 cats, lots of wine, and my sitting around waiting for my grandkids to visit.
I am looking forward to the weekend. Between work, motherhood, volunteering at my kid’s school, and trying to rip myself away from the television long enough to go on a date, I’m very tired. I love sleep and plan to spend my weekend doing a lot of it. Sleep is a great thing.
I miss sleeping with someone. It’s not about sex, although that would be great too, it’s about sleeping. Having someone hold you, touch you, and snuggle in for the night is nice. Finding the perfect spooning position and falling asleep to the sound of another person breathing is wonderful.
It’s my favorite way to sleep. It’s been so long I don’t really remember, but I think it’s my favorite. I need a sleepover date. It’s been so long I wonder if it will ever happen. It’s not a pity party, but seriously, enough with the sleeping alone and the dates that suck.
Maybe my friend Patrick can loan out his husband Andy for a sleepover. I wish George Clooney would come sleep over. Or perhaps Manny Pacquiao could swing by for a nap. I would be happy with a nap for an hour. My cat is looking at me with pity. She doesn’t get it.
I am too cute to live the rest of my life with my cats. I love them, but it’s getting old. I need to step away from my cat lady status and go on a date. That is my goal for the weekend. I won’t find my missing sex life, or have a sleepover, but a nice date would be good.
I’m looking forward to Keeping it Real with the new Bachelorette on Monday. I’m excited for my son that he will soon be able to drive. I’m relieved that the Prozac is helping my cat’s cat feel better, and I can’t wait to sleep this weekend. As for my dating/sex life, I’m keeping the faith.
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