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Hey gang. I’m totally re-doing my site. I’m hoping that doesn’t mean I’ve lost all my post from the last 4 years, but we’ll see. Stay tuned.

With setting up my new Frog Kissers store, my book has been on my mind the past few days. So it was unsettling this morning to get an e-mail from one of the guys who inspired me to write the book in the first place.

One of the last frogs I dated before deciding to figure out why I always dated emotionally unavailable men who didn’t want to admit they were dating me has kept me on his e-mail list these last five years. The group e-mail I received this morning was to announce his and his wife’s housewarming party.

That’s not really the part that has me a little wigged out. No. What has me wigged out is that he has moved into my neighborhood (he lived in DC when we dated). Yep. He moved in just down the street, apparently. Knowing my luck, this means I’ll run into him all the time. ugh. I’m not sure I want to.

I’m not sure why I’m feeling so weird about this. We dated for a couple of months a very long time ago. I’m married to a wonderful, wonderful man now. So no biggie. This other guy is just a reminder of what I was willing to accept in so-called relationships, and it hurts a bit to have it right there in front of me.

But I will move on. It feels good just to get this off my chest. Now I’m going to finish having morning coffee with the beautiful, sensitive, generous man who sits by my side every morning.

I’m very excited. At least I will be after this weekend is over. Why? Well, because my husband has just purchased another massage practice and is moving/growing/preparing to take over the massage world. It’s very exciting, except for the part where I have to spend the whole weekend moving furniture, painting, and what not.

It’s all good. It’s been so much fun watching all this transpire. Less than a year ago, he took the step of starting his own, sole practice. Then he got voted Best of Fairfax and the opportunity to buy a competitor’s practice fell in his lap. So together (because I’m now a part owner), we have jumped off the cliff. He’s going from 1 person in 1 room to a lot of people in 5 rooms. And I’m learning so much about the spa industry. Oh yeah, and I’m getting a lot of great massage.

I’m very happy that I married a risk taker. I think this venture is going to be interesting, fun, and fruitful and I’m glad he decided to do it. I’m also glad he let my sister and me do all of the branding (after all, I do own a graphic design agency). Check him out at Rejuvenations Massage Therapy!

I admit it; I haven’t written diddly squat in more than a year. I have some moderately good excuses for that: I got married, my father has been sick, I’m running two businesses and helping my husband market his. Yep, I’m busy. I hadn’t really thought about my lack of writing until yesterday, when another writer said something to me that made me pause…

She was telling me about a writing retreat she went on this year. She’s been struggling to get her memoir on paper, so she went away for a week to focus on it. In the cute little town where she was sequestered, she found a yarn shop and purchased a ton of yarn. She then spent the first two days of her writing retreat doing nothing but knitting. She hadn’t knitted anything in almost 20 years, and apparently couldn’t wait a moment longer to pick up the needles.

She laughed when she told the story and said “it’s amazing what we’ll do to avoid ourselves.” She was not letting me off the hook.

I’m not sure that will be enough to motivate me to write in the coming year, although it was enough to motivate me to post an entry here, which I haven’t done in more than a month. I continue to struggle with my creative outlets, not sure when I’m really avoiding myself and when I’ve just got other (legitimate) priorities. Perhaps that will be the thing to figure out in 2008.

Wow. It seems like yesterday I was anticipating the big day, now I’m getting ready to celebrate my one-month anniversary. Time flies.

I’m still adjusting to being married. Last night Rick asked me how it feels, and I must admit it was hard to articulate. It’s great. We’ve made the transition very smoothly. But the word “husband” does not yet roll off my tongue smoothly. In fact, I still blush and giggle when I say it. Forty-two years old, and I feel like a little girl. I think that’s a good thing though.

If it’s true that the wedding sets the tone for the marriage, then we definitely started off on the right foot (despite my broken toe); the wedding was a blast. We had beautiful weather, which made milling about after the ceremony very pleasant and fun. I actually remember everything, and there are a few things no one will let me forget…specifically my enthusiastic “WE DO” during the vows, which drowned out Rick’s “I do.” It took a few minutes for everyone to stop laughing. (In my defense, it was unclear to both of us whether we were supposed to say I do or We do.) We got it right on the third try.

Pictures speak 1,000 words, and this one I think sums up the day…