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Can’t get away fast enough…

I think that in a past life I was some kind of wood nymph or a bit of wind that moves leaves about and messes up your hair. No. I’m not getting corny on you. I’m just trying to come to grips with the fact I can’t seem to be content in the same spot for very long. Or at least the same spot that isn’t offering much in line of, well — life…

Ever see that movie Chocolat? I kind of feel like that. Like I need to keep moving…

With new developments at work, my life and the fact that I’m always wanting to see and learn more, I’ve pondered a few potential places of relocation. Because of it, I’ve not been a very good blog friend and need to catch up on all my reading here. I’ve been quite busy on journalismjobs.com. First pondered move? Alaska. That’s right. All I can keep thinking about is the beautiful scenery of Juneau. The photographic possibilities are ENDLESS…

There are other places too. I’ve received some interest per email and will let you know what turns up. What may turn up is nothing. And I stay here in the scenery flat tumbleweed of Texas. But I’m still seeking everything out like some kind of driftwood who has had just about enough of her share of being banged up against all the currents. 

I know life isn’t smooth anywhere you go. But if that’s the case, I at least want to be doing my not-so-smooth life somewhere with potential beyond the newest bottle service, overly priced martini lounge.

I’ve turned my back on my lover…

I’m coming clean. I am confessing right here and now that I’ve been having a whirlwind love affair. Shame on me for keeping this from you, faithful readers. Not only is this love warm, but tall, dark and Italian comes to mind. I’m not the same person when I’m in the throws of such a presence. I forget who I am. What I’ve said. What I’ve done…

However, after last Sunday during a pathetic run of football playoff games, I made the decision to dump the love of my life. It hurt as first. The passion still lingers and at night, when I’m out with friends, I crave it once again. Not giving into such temptation, I’ve yet to slip up.  I haven’t had any contact with said culprit of stealing my heart. But it has only been less than one week

It pains me but I will leave you with this. If you have seen my love, make sure to say hello for me and that I miss those sweet caresses. Here. I’ve given you a photo so you can identify the love I speak of…
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I need a name rebirth…

Lily don’t like the name…

As I’ve said in my recent About Me that I revamped around Christmas, I am kind of tired of my Arm Jerker J. moniker. It suites me but I get bored easy. Got any ideas?

This is a call to action, Micky, Stil, Laura, Greg, Mike, Chris, Karen — too many to tag here. Anybody! Everybody? I hope you all can provide some feedback! Or do I just need to keep it since there is a Baltimore Sun blog right now that references my singles blog on occasion, using my handle as Arm Jerker J. in her entries?