I’ve struggled with loneliness this week. Yes, I’m around my friends constantly. But at the end the day, when the house is quiet, reality deals me a big ole smack in the face. I. Am. Alone.
The bikes have been giving me some grief this week. A ride on Tuesday had some unexpected stops. Then yesterday I was going to mountain bike with friends - Had a flat, changed it, got another flat. No more tubes meant I was trail running. 3 slow miles out on the trail. At least it was pretty.
Shoujo manga are some of the best when you just want fluffy romance and bad communication. Some are really good, some are really bad. It can be difficult to pick out a good one just from a brief summary (I’ve read some really baaaaad ones, believe me). I’ve listed a few of my favorites (in no particular order). All of these are school life, shoujo, romance, comedy manga.
Namaikizakari is an ongoing shoujo that revolves around a school basketball manager and one of the players. Yuki Machida, the manager, is a girl with a hard look who is bad at expressing her feelings, even though she cares about her team. Shou Naruse, the player, is younger but one of the best on his team and has that usual standoffish feel that’s common to shoujo manga. It starts with Yuki liking someone else before (not in a love triangle way) slowly realizing that she loves Naruse and they end up dating. Right now in the series, it’s mostly Yuki trying to figure out how to be in a relationship and Naruse being the affectionate one. It’s fucking adorable. I’m a sucker for these types of characters so that might be the reason I love it so much, but it’s pretty dang good. The innocence and the awkwardness on both sides is cute without being frustrating. Plus, the height difference between them is also wonderful. The art is also super clean, which is something I’m really picky about. Of course, all the guys do look 10 feet tall since it’s a basketball manga, but I’ll let that slide. This one is worth catching up on, even if you do have to wait for the next chapters still.
“There’s an old saying, that what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, I don’t believe that. I think the things that try to kill you, make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things. Your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that’ll keep you whole. Those are the things to hold onto when you’re broken” - Jax Teller
The weekly Tuesday Ride to Victory! Come pregame at Brother and group ride to @victorysandwichbar in Decatur. Kickstands up at 7:30pm
#bikenight #twosday #atlanta #rideout #motoguzzi #v7 #cx500 #caferacer
First of all, Wow. I knew this community was supportive, but Wow. Especially thank you for all the notes and PMs. Y'all are tremendous human beings, it’s that simple.
So today was the latest big interview and organizing Noodle’s first day back at daycare in a week, in combination with the first unsupervised visit/pickup by biomom. Of course it was the complete clusterfuck you are imagining. I’m not even going to break it down for you because you know everything I did for Plan A (as well as Plan B) went to shit.
Minutes before the interview actually started I put my phone on mute and forced my brain to also mute all the absurdity and focus on scoring this job. Nearly three hours later I looked at the phone in order to find out who had my baby and where I could retrieve him.
There was an apologetic text message from the CM and Daycare even agreed to nebulize Noodle for the rest of the week. Amazing how much people suddenly give a fuck when you tell them you’re giving up your child because you don’t have reliable resources.
Whatever–scored the 3rd interview. Of course they wanted to do it in Miami (plane ride) on Tuesday. Got home, sent follow up emails, dealt with post-visit trauma, and sent 37 more emails/texts to find a sitter. <<<my folks offered to be here, but logistics weren’t good.>>>
Here’s where this story gets interesting: I asked Nugget’s Grandma and she said yes. Just let that sink in for a minute.
But seriously, who owes me one more than her?!?!?!
Maybe I should teach the post-reunification, co-parenting section for MAPP. We could call it “Normalcy Is Desperation”.