Moving from His Big Fat Indian Wedding to Leaving Divorceville

Boxes. Dust. The pile for Goodwill. The small mountain of trash. Moving is a lot of work. Sometimes things get broken. Or misplaced. And maybe the move doesn't quite work out the way you expected. Let's say you get there, and the lights don't work when the electric  company assured you the power would be turned on. Or the toilets don't flush. Yeah. Like that.

So.... I like it here on the road to Margaritaville, but my flip-flops are nowhere to be found. And the signature that I expected to turn up on a certain document yesterday (after I fulfilled the restraining order by changing the URL and title of my blog) never materialized. My metaphorical feet are killing me.

But I wanted something to celebrate last night, so I just raised a glass to my beating heart. And yeah, I know, it's a martini glass. So things aren't quite perfect, but god, life is fine and good anyway.

And, oh--that is a margarita in the martini glass.

And sorry, but the Links Within don't work anymore. Busted in the move. And my blog list got lost. I'll find you all back again. Don't worry. Really, I like it here.

There is beauty all around me.

Leaving Divorceville

Dear friends and loyal readers,

The band is playing the final song at His Big Fat Indian Wedding. The cleaning crew is hovering in the doorway waiting to swish the fancy tablecloths into the laundry bag. Children are running amok eating all the leftover mints. Hems of pretty dresses are dirty, and neckties are stuffed into suit coat pockets. Everyone is tired.

But those of us who live in The City of Angels know about makeovers. A nip here. A tuck there. A stage name. A new life in the sunshine where palm trees wave graceful arms, and some neon-colored flower is guaranteed to burst in bloom at any moment. 

I hope you'll come visit this new place. Unless there's a last minute glitch, you should be able to find me very soon at www.leavingdivorceville.blogspot.com. If that fails, come visit me at:  http://myfrenchunderpants.blogspot.com/ or  Birthmother and look for a link. If you find that I've disappeared entirely...well, maybe the U.S. Marshal has hauled me away.

Thank you for the love, support, wise words, and good humor.  May it all come back to you ten-fold.

My New Identity

Some masks are more transparent than others.
One might opine that the person behind the mask, no matter how good the disguise, remains....well...the person behind the mask.
I'm not so sure.
What if the mask has its own effect on the person who wears it?

I'm going to be changing the title of my blog, its URL, its entire look, probably. I'm going to be writing about my divorce less and less, and some of the regular characters I've written about will never be mentioned again. In doing that, I feel that I'll be transformed too.

The new URL might be exinthecity.blogspot.com. But divorcevilleright downtheroadfrommargaritaville makes me laugh. Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, allow me to toss these titles into cyberspace--if for no other reason than to get them out of my head:

wenolongerhaveparis.blogspot.com
divorcingnotdrowning...
youshouldn'thaveputaringonit....

Other title ideas are here and here.

Shopping for a New URL

thegraydivorcée.blogspot.com?
howilearnedtolovemydivorce.........?
exinthecity.........
overfiftyoverhim.......
youcan'tdivorceabook......This is from a quote by Gloria Swanson "I’ve given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can’t divorce a book."
divorcedivisiondecision......
reducedtocash....
divorcevillerightdowntheroadfromMargaritaville.....
exstepfordwife...
stepfordexwife....

photo credit:The Stepford Wives