it ain't easy being saucytart

The B Word

Snudge, the beloved Snudge, broke Saucytart's heart in two, threw it on the kitchen floor and stomped on it for good measure.

Yes, Virginia, Snudge is smack dab in the middle of the terrible tweens.  Nothing Saucytart does can quite be enough.

Unfortunately, Saucytart is well aware of her status in Bitchdom.  She does not need the light of her life to remind her of said title.  But he did and the truth hurts as it often does.

Saucytart has not had the easiest year, so she did the only sensible thing: she had a mini-breakdown, not quite enough to call the men in the white suits, but sufficient to warrant a call to her therapist. Simply, she needed a good, snot-flowing cry and so she did.  She'd like to say she's all better, but the truth is she isn't sure.

Yet she knows Snudge is just a child who has yet to learn the strength of ugly words.  Saucytart understands, but she's still hurt and sad.

She's Hearing Voices

Saucytart has been trying to listen to her intuition.  The trouble with this system is that her inner voices are telling her to fuck off when she has a gazillion things to do.

What's a saucy single mama to do?  Slack. 

Clearly the universe is telling her this is a good and necessary thing to do.  And she was very, very tired this weekend.  Perhaps watching American Gangster instead of struggling to write something brilliant is exactly what the universe ordered.

Maybe, just maybe, said writerly gems will fall like manna from heaven and crack her on the noggin if she simply relaxes a little.  Sounds reasonable, anyhoo.

My How Time Flies

It's almost the end of the year and time for Saucytart to start packing her bags to move -- again. 

Yes, gentle readers, Saucytart is moving on up to the big time.  In a few short weeks, she and Snudge will be out of the ghetto-fabulous life and into a smarter, swankier nabe.

No, Saucytart did not win the lottery. She's making lemonade out of the gi-normous sack of lemons hurled at her recently.

This week she's got two interviews -- one in PR and one as a correspondent.  These are good things, which will make the prospect of moving easier.  More money has a way of doing that.

While it won't be easy moving and starting a new job, Saucytart feels certain a fresh environment will serve only to energize her. 

Cheers!

All She Wants For Christmas

This year Saucytart is not so naive as to ask for world peace or even her two front teeth for Christmas.  Actually she still has all her teeth and hair, so life is good, which brings her back squarely to world peace.

Unfortunately as peaceable and tree-hugging as Saucytart remains to this very day, she knows full well there are a might too many Grinches masquerading about as W, Dick and Condi, et al.

So, she's going to seek something a tad more attainable. 

Chocolate,  chocolate, and more chocolate.  In a chocolate-induced stupor, she's sure she will make mad, mad, mad love to the world. 

On that utterly blissful note, she bids all a happy and holly-jolly good night.  She has more tree-trimming to do.