This Time…

The love affair is over, done tonight
like the last cigarette that I smoke as I write.

people gather ’round me, not to pay homage to the love I had for you
just to get air
like I have
so submerged in you
for so long

I’ve finally break from your sea to take my first breath
I am no longer yours
Your muse, nor have I been for many moons.

It has taken me as long as I have held my breath for you

to realize you will never love me like I love you.

maybe I’ll change my mind like I always do
but something is telling me, this time its true.


A Wild Noelove Appears

This post is neither long nor dramatic. Ok maybe a little long.


I took a break from social media. *confetti*

I didn’t want to be one of those people who writes a long ass post about why they are taking a break from social media. LOOK AT ME. VALIDATE MY DECISION. TELL ME YOU’RE GOING TO MISS ME. blah blah blah. That’s not me. I needed a break so I took one. You people are sweet and wonderful for being concerned about me. I discovered who cares for me in a very real way during this break. Its been nice to see. Crap, I totally did reverse psychology on y’all?

Gee Noel, what have you been doing?

Getting into a routine. Completed boot camp again and I’ve been hitting three yoga classes a week. I can finally do a plank. I feel really strong. I’ve been taking care of the small humans and El Jeffe, decluttering my house and giving things away on Freecycle/Craiglist. We got a new flat screen TV, set up ChromeCast on both TVs and set up Plex too. WHICH IS FUCKING BALLER. Did a catering gig. I’ve been eating semi-paleo, but I have slipped up and had pizza (OM NOM NOM), totally worth it. I weigh less now than I did at Blizzcon and it shows.

Its rained like crazy for 3 days, then we got tons of sun again, the Toyota people fixed the van and I found a dentist that I actually like. Signed Isaiah up for indoor soccer and Stella up for T-ball at the YMCA for spring, then signed all the kids up for 6 weeks of summer camp at the YMCA, went on a job interview that lasted all of 60 seconds (didn’t get it), started my new website, youtube channel and twitter handle for the restaurant contest. More deets on that when everything is ready to launch. (BIG. TIME. STUFFS)

Yes I’ve been playing a LOT of WoW. My alliance guild <Vandalized> is pretty cool. I’ve been running rated BGs with them. I’m currently relevant in PVP. I’ve been doing arena with a guy who makes me feel like the most amazing healer ever. We run a Hunter/Druid combo, we also run a two druid combo. He’s really nice, doesn’t yell at me during matches, and he’s funny as hell. Horde side, well, a certain guild is coming back this summer and I’ve been trying to gear up not only the Priest, but a fresh 90 Druid to WPVP with them.

I’m good. I do miss y’all a lot. I’ll be around and hopefully not as absorbed with social media as before. (I really typed that with a straight face. Really a straight face as I’m checking twitter to look at you people. OH HI!)

this was my favorite journal

i don’t listen to you for weeks

and then you invade my brain in a dream
and when I need you most
your music
your sound, come around

the way you put your hand on my thigh when I’m driving
when my lover is yelling at me from back seat
there you are with untitled music
and I push play
yet i ask the Libra who is yelling from the back seat still
if its you, untrusting of my confidence yet again

and of course its you
you settle me like you did that night
with one touch
saying, ‘its ok Noel, just drive’
while he told me I was stupid, and worthless

you saw that night what he saw
and thats why you picked her
and stayed so far

only calming down with the music you didn’t play for me back then
only touching my thigh when I had to drive
you were the tallest, so you always sat in front.

You’ll always sit in front
when I need you.

I once had a man
look across the table from me
friends around us.
my actual tie next to me

He focussed my eyes, hard
and he said

‘if heaven had a height, you would be that tall’.

I sucked my breath in hard
because I was already in love with him
with wonder and and and, I asked..”did you write that?’

and he said….no its common.

The Cake Also Known As The Scale…

is a lie.

This is the difference from a sitting desk, to a standing desk in a matter of 3 months.


22 (In Which I Ramble)

I know I missed last week. That tends to be my thing. I’ll be great at something for three weeks or so and then I’ll fall of the wagon. Same goes for twitter conversations. I’ll be all about someone for three conversations and then its the same conversation over and over and over again. Gets tiresome and I get bored. But that is a totally different post. But what I was doing at the gym was the same thing. It was tiresome and boring. Switch it up time!

The past two weeks have been interesting. There is an emotional shift happening in my house, boys are gearing up for summer break, Stella is gearing up for preschool three mornings a week. There were some glaring realizations personally for me that have swung me into a slump, not a depression, but a slump. I’m aware of my feelings, documenting them, talking to the people I need to talk to. One of my friends announced her pregnancy on Facebook. I’ve known for a while now because I am a trusted friend, but her announcement sort of stunned me. I suppose I am jealous that she gets to be pregnant and glowy and have another home birth and add to her beautiful amazing family. She has a supportive husband/father who is just a rockstar. Sure they have their issues like most people do, they aren’t perfect. But the joy of bringing a new small human into the world is a pretty special thing. I’ve always been one of the first to know when she has been pregnant in the past so I am thankful that she trusts me with that information first.

With Stella starting her new school and all the the small humans being gone this morning, it made me realize that this is it for me. I don’t get to have that joy again. I don’t get to ‘do it right’, be married, try on purpose to get pregnant and have a big announcement where everyone is excited for me. I don’t get to have those things. It doesn’t lessen what I have had with my current children, and of course I shouldn’t be jealous or want for something I don’t have. I just know the joy and wish I was able to feel that again. And its ok if I don’t, I am just going to need to mourn the loss of that prospect for a while.

I noticed myself staring at small humans today, not in a ‘get in the van I have candy’ way, but a longing to share that age with one. I watched a dad walking with is 14ish month old, and the little one was toddling along, looking at flowers, taking his time, taking in the world when all of a sudden he saw a motocycle. And the look on that sweet child’s face has now been etched in my mind. And he pointed his fat little finger at that motocycle and then look up at his dad. I couldn’t hear what he said, but I’m sure it was something insanely cute. And he tall dad just looked down at him and smiled and nodded. Yea….

The job hunt is stagnant to say the least. I also realized that with some upcoming events and people going out of town that there is no way I can get a job this month. The caretakers of the small humans, other than myself, are once again messing, ruining, fucking up throwing a wrench up my plans. I shouldn’t complain, free child care is outstanding and they are well loved and cared for when they are not with me.

I’m once again frustrated with the scale. I know, I know, I am not supposed to get on it, but when I visit the women’s locker room because I have to pee every 15 minutes (TMI in your face) I walk past it. And its like…’come here…let me ruin your self esteem! or build it up! you don’t know! its like buying a lottery ticket!’ When I damn well know that its going to just piss me off. And why do I focus on the scale. Because its numbers, because there is a graph on fitday where I track my weight and I want to see that line doing down, not hanging steady horizontal. But I do have some numbers to report.

I am down 4 dress sizes. Like…..wut? Yea, 4. My clothes all fit better, I’m sleeping better, I FEEL better emotionally (most of the time). I’ve had some downer news here and there and I didn’t run to food to make it better. But 4 dress sizes? I mean that is unreal to me. Even El Jeffe when hugging me is like….you’re fucking smaller. BUT, I keep going back to that damn scale. Yes, I know muscle weighs more than fat, but Im not doing serious weight training at all. I look different. I carry myself differently, more confidence I suppose, but that number keeps jabbing me in the confidence when I step on that scale. Damn you numbers! I always hated math.

douchebag scale needs to be a new meme. Someone get on that.

I need to have my measurements taken again to see if there are any actual changes to my body. I feel like I am going to be disappointed if there isn’t. However if there is, its more motivation to keep going. I will keep going no matter what, but its more incentive.

I’ve also mapped out how I will be working out this summer with taking the kids to the gym. It seems doable, and it seems almost hardcore, but its is a great variety of activities that will keep my interest. Yoga, running, Latin Dance, weights, something different every day. So yea. Lets see how this works out for me.

I’m not going to post a dress today because I don’t have the motivation to look at one of them and remember the good about them.

so there you have it.


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Oh *that* Girl

oh hi. My name is Noel and I am a Geek, BBQer, HotMama, Ninja, Placenta Eater, shit talker, Hippy, faction xfering Druid, Mage, Priest, Shaman. Lover of Bass, The Packers, The Lakers, Sushi, men who do dishes & all nerds. I occasionally blog about food, cooking, weight loss, general bullshit, dating, single life, motherhood, World of Warcraft and a bunch of other stuff. I'm pretty great.
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