Chai Tea Latte date!

Using the Newsroom Keurig this morning. That makes me very happy! It’s about 30 degrees outside, yesterday it was 60! We are supposed to get some snow this afternoon. I’m not ready for winter either Sam! Snow is pretty, but I’d rather it just do it on Christmas day, and then be warm again.

I’m rocking a Christmas mug. It’s one of the station’s collection in the break room.

Today is my Friday because I have to work Saturday for another Husker Postgame show. Ugh. Luckily, the regular season is nearly through. I want my weekends back.

I ran into a girl I went through Elementary school through High School with the other night. She told me that she was jealous of my weight loss and that she was glad I haven’t turned into a “skinny bitch.” She says usually when people get skinny they get mean, but I haven’t. That correlation surprised me, but I suppose it does happen. Glad it hasn’t to me! 🙂 I don’t think I could stand myself if it did.

I got my hair colored the other night. Just a bit darker (gotta cover up the grays that I’ve had since I was 16!) I love when it’s first colored. Makes me feel pretty.

I haven’t run since Saturday. My mojo has taken a big hit. I’m sure its partially due to the break up and partially because of the weather. I’m running tonight. Someone please hold me accountable!

Yesterday my oldest nephew turned 7! Oy. He’s so big! Tomorrow, my dad turns 61. Where has the time gone?

Today’s Note from the Universe really hit home this week:

You simply cannot know, Melissa, what will make others happy.But you can always know for yourself.

Go for it, The Universe

This week has been kind of rough. But I’m getting better. Time heals all wounds.

Hope you have a great Thursday Friends!

This. This is how I feel today. This week. Right now. I’m pretending things are fine. But they’re not. Not really.

But eventually? I’ll be ok. And that’s all I can really expect.

Oh Monday, you saucy Minx you!

It’s a mix of good and bad things here in Melissa-Land! I’m still healing from the break-up. I know its the right thing, but when I’m alone and I think of him and our time together, then I get REALLY sad. This too, shall pass. Right?

Onward and upward!

I’m trying to get Life Insurance to save money for the future. The nurse came to my house at 7:30 this morning to do a wellness check, take blood, Urine, etc. Fun things from that: My Blood pressure (which she took 3 times, was very low. And kept getting lower. The last one was 88/60. She was very concerned that I was going to pass out! I felt fine! -I apparently have tiny, child size veins. She couldn’t get one to give blood in my arm and had to use the back of my hand and the smallest needle. That they use on KIDS! Sorry? -She couldn’t find my pulse in my right wrist. No one ever can. It’s quite strange.
My co-workers and I collected money to buy a Keurig for the newsroom. The company has 2 coffeemakers in the break room, but we wanted a Keurig. They wouldn’t buy one, so 15 pitched in $10 and now we have one. And some k-cups too! That’s an awesome way to start my Monday.
As I was starting to talk about the break-up with my co-workers, one said, interrupting me, “your boobs look HUGE!” I stopped talking, surprised and looked down. Everyone in the room-men included did the same. They all agreed that the ladies are looking good today. So odd. So very odd. But totally normal for my work.
Then I found out I have to work Saturday for another Husker Postgame show. We aren’t even carrying the game on ABC so I’m quite annoyed. Grrr.
My Christmas Vacation finally got approved! I’m off from December 19-29. I don’t come back to work until the 30th. I’m so freakin’ excited!
I’m going to have Froyo (again)! tonight with my Lincoln ladies and then hit a movie with my friends Keith and Linda. Should be good.
A co-worker and her husband own a B&B. She asked me to essentially house sit and be there for guests for a week in January. I will get paid. YESSSS…. Money!

That’s all I got. Have a good week friends. I know I’m going to try to.

Clearly, this is not my week

Last night, my boyfriend Joe broke up with me.

I’ve said that sentence out loud several times. But somehow, writing it down makes it more real.

I knew something was up, and I could see it was coming when we went to dinner. He was acting weird. But I just hoped that I was wrong. Sometimes I think that I live my life just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m so superstitious when it comes to relationships. But what sucks is that I’m usually right. My gut always knows. And my gut knew that he was acting weird.

When we got back to his house, he dropped the bomb. He said that I was so nice, and kind, and caring, and that it was so hard to do this. But that he didn’t feel “that” way about me. I understood. But I sat there, silent while he talked to me.

And honestly, I don’t feel “that” way about him either. There wasn’t a spark for either of us. And there should be. On paper we should be great together. But we aren’t paper, we’re real life.

He and I both cried. He held me as I sobbed. And then we talked. We talked about us, our relationship, our ex’s, our lives, our pasts, anything and everything. And you know what? We held each other the entire time. We talked for 5 hours after we broke up. He told me that he still wants me in his life. That he wants to be friends. I told him that he was one of my favorite people and that I want him in my life too.

It may not make sense to anyone else, but we are going to be friends. I think that’s really what we were from the beginning. Just really good friends with benefits. And he says that he thinks that there may be some reason that we are in each other lives.

He told me his friends and family were going to be mad at him for breaking up with me. That they all really like me. That’s why I think we have to stay friends. We are just better that way. There wasn’t a spark for either of us. He told me that I deserved someone that would give me that. I told him the same. He told me I deserved a man who wanted to be with me all the time, and call me all the time. I agree.

We are going to a fireworks show together Tuesday night. I’m glad. I don’t want to lose him as a friend.

More than anything, I’m sad. Sad about the seismic shift in our relationship. I told him that I liked having someone to cuddle, to hold me, to kiss, to hold my hand. He said he liked that too. And said when I needed to be held, he would be here for me. Sometimes its nice just to be held and comforted. We’re going to stay friends. Keep talking, because neither of us wants to lose that. When we were finally done talking, he walked me to my car and kissed me one last time. It was bittersweet, but just reinforced what we had to face; we are better as friends.

My friends are amazing. One of them brought me flowers and my friend Keith bought me jr. mints! (my fav!) It made me cry.

Thanks for listening friends. Sometimes, life is rough. This appears to be one of those weeks.