I've joined a baseball team.

Now you may be wondering, why Tamara? Why do you want to be a part of a baseball team when you have clearly have no interest in athletics of any kind. You don't watch sports, you're even glad to have a job that requires walking around so that you feel like you get some exercise.

I don't know the answer.

I do know we played our first game today and there was some drama on the field. Apparently we were placed in the wrong division and suddenly a church team peopled with less than amateurs and me, which is less than that were matched against a group of people who knew what they were doing.

It was embarassing.

Or at least it was for everyone on the field. For me, it was a sunny day with a slight breeze and an hour of reading time.

Oh right, thats why I joined Baseball. :)

So...

I'm working on a new project.

I don't want you guys to think I don't love you. I do. You guys are the best. But... sometimes you need to expand.

Some of the things going on in my head right now don't really work with the format of this blog. Mainly that I am single and a little bit bitter about it. So I started a blog that would work a bit better. There is a link at the top of the blog. The Single Girls' Guide to Life. It's pretty much just about being single and a girl. If you are neither you might not be interested. But you might be. You don't know! give it a go.

Anyway, I am still going to post here, more regularly than before if I have anything to say about it. And I do.

It's been months since we've talked. I've even got a mildly nasty comment about my lack of talking to you all. It's ok, I'm not mad. I've hurt you. I ignored you for months. It's my fault.



I don't know what is going to happen to this blog. I don't spend much of my time feeling witty and charming these days. So I haven't written.



I first came up with this blog to entertain and to be silly. I wanted to be lighthearted, cynical and fun. But I think I might have to be serious sometimes. I am having serious thoughts. Life is complicated for me. Life is far more complicated for others. And we are all struggling with it. Shouldn't we be able to talk about that with our friends.



Want to be my friend?



Right now, I'm in love. He is a great guy. He can cook like no buddy's business, the cook of his arm has this spot where my head fits perfectly. He is well read, and clever. Everything I want.



Which is actually terrifying.



I am paralysingly afraid of losing him. Freaking out about it all the time. He is too. It's a problem. We hurt each other about it.



Love is supposed to be beautiful. Songs are written about it. Paintings painted.



So why do we hurt each other for the reason that we don't want to hurt each other?



I don't know. But I don't want to end on that note. There has to be hope in this situation. It's the only thing that we have to deal with these things. He told me that, when I was all out of hope. He is someone to keep around

Today is the 27th of November. I am sitting on a couch with a very small and furry kitteh sleepy soundly in my lap. When she is not sleeping soundly she is often slightly pointy. Yes, Man has a kitteh. I'm not generally a cat sorta girl, but this one has grown on me a bit. What can I say. Man is typing up a storm. He has been Nanoing for 27 days. He will probably finish in about 10 minutes.

You might ask, if you know me well, why am I not Nanoing. Tamara, you'd say, your a competitive girl and you only have 3000 words left to go. Finish tonight. You'd have a point. But Man is a very good typer and I am just a deligent one. Plus, I've already written 3000 words today. So I planned a plan. I'm going to finish tommorrow. In less than 24 hours. It will be grand. Yes, I won't finish before Man. but I sorta figured that when he had a 6000 word day while I was still in a turkey coma. So alas. not tonight
But tomorrow. I finish this.
or else I DINE IN HELL!

THIS IS NANO!!!!