No one takes the last cup of coffee, or ‘almost’ last cup, and leaves a swallow or an empty pot behind.
Nothing sucks like wanting a cup and discovering the last person (and only other person in the house that drinks coffee) took it all and didn’t make more.
Hot coffee, you always know exactly how much is left!
One nice thing about being single, male or female:
The toilet seat is always just as you left it!
Leave it up, it stays put.
Leave it down, and there it will be next time you use the bathroom.
Personally, I prefer to keep the lid closed, keeps cats from drinking from it and from knocking things IN to the commode.
Seriously, when was the last time I painted my toes?
Hmmm…..before the camping trip I think, around Halloween.
See, I was dating The Count back then and so I kept the piggies all pretty.
Now that I am single?
Screw it, who cares? Still a peek of red polish left on a few toes and I just don’t care!
I decided for a little change up today to Vlog these answsers.
Okay this one isn’t quite mine.
I mean I had it on my list as sleeping anywhere you wish in the house.
Not on the couch because you are fighting and you were banished or decided to be a dolt (listen if you opt for the couch rather than the bed you are indeed a dolt).
But you fall asleep wherever and it is YOUR choice to sleep there.
The part not quite mine is what a local DJ on the radio posted on his Facebook this morning, that goes right along with this reason:
“The best part about living by myself is not having to explain why I fell asleep on the kitchen counter…naked…again.”
~ Jeff Thomas Q102 http://www.facebook.com/jeffthomasradio
Picture 'borrowed' from Daily Cognition, click photo to see other funny animal sleeping pics
Colors. As in hair color.
For years I wanted to dye my hair just for the hell of it.
The ex-hubby was not in support.
He also didn’t care for it when I dyed just my bangs pink, said I’m too old for that.
Not against it either but you know that “look” you get from the significant others that says this isn’t one of your best ideas, so you don’t do it.
The ex-boyfriend was totally against it, he “fell in love with a blond”.
And by going red it made me a different person?
Whatever.
Now, I am happy with my new color.
My daughter tells me she loves it and not to go back to blond.
Being single means I can sport any color of the rainbow without caring what anyone else thinks.
Ink..as in tattoos.
I happen to like tattoos.
Not ALL over me, but I have a few and want a few more.
They are significant to ME.
I dated a guy for 5 months that didn’t want me to get more, said “I don’t want your body littered with ink”.
Key word there, my former love, YOUR…
..as in MY body.
MY choice.
MY ink.
Being single means NO one tells me not to get another tattoo.
*Note: yes those are my legs from a photo shoot I did in an abandoned theater*
S-N-O-R-I-N-G
No being woken up, kept awake or otherwise annoyed by a snoring person sleeping next to you.
OR
No one elbowing YOU in the back for snoring.
Snore away or sleep in peace.
No snoring issues!
Blankets
Electric blankets to be more specific.
No one to complain that the setting is too high or too low.
You set it where you want it.
Just right.
Oh yes, LOVE a nice, warm, electric blanket to sleep under!
Flannel sheets.
Cotton sheets.
Satin sheets.
No need to ask anyone else what they prefer.
It’s your bed.
Put any sheets on it that you love and snuggle in!
The bed is all yours.
No need to worry about which side you want to sleep on, take your pick.
Right side.
Left side.
Middle.
Doesn’t matter. Mix it up some if you like, either way you go, it is ALL yours.
Enjoy!
I am SINGLE.
I love ME.
I do not need a relationship.
I am not looking for a relationship.
In fact, I’m looking to avoid a relationship at this point.
2012 – my year of JOY. And part of that joy is going to be in being single.
One thing I learned after my divorce in 2010, I had lost me in the 22 years of being married. We ALL do this in relationships. HOSSO (he or she significant other) doesn’t like our nails with color on, so we get those nails done in a French manicure all of the time. Those cute little airbrushed designs on the nails? Nope. Tattoos, what you have is what you get, HOSSO doesn’t want you to get anymore, or maybe doesn’t care for your choice of designs so you don’t get the desired ink. Feel there are situations where using the word FUCK is appropriate (outside of the bedroom)? HOSSO doesn’t like that word so you just don’t use it.
These are minor things really but over time we all make changes, burying parts of ourselves to please our HOSSO. I looked in the mirror at the end of the marriage, after moving out, and realized the person looking back at me was a complete stranger. Oh she looked familiar, but I didn’t really know her anymore. I had buried so much of myself that I was a screwed up mix of a person that looked like I had melted in the kiln, I wasn’t recognizable any longer. Heck maybe that is why the marriage didn’t work out after 22 years, I kept trying to adapt to my HOSSO’s specifications instead of standing up and being ME from day one.
In peeling back those layers to find the real me underneath, I’ve learned a LOT. Baggage is not a bad thing. We all have baggage we drag through life. You know what? I opened mine up and took a long hard look. I even went as far as to pull out some of the items and put them back ON. See, every experience in life is in those suitcases we pull along with us. It is who we are and it is not a bad thing to have baggage. If we dumped it all, then all that is left is the empty shell of the vessel that is us. The canvas would be white and blank and BORING! I don’t want to be dull, I want to be ME. And ME is in all of that baggage.
I’ve decided that in order to really free myself from any remaining layers piled on me, I need to take a year to just enjoy being Marti. Marvelous, wacky, destined for old maid/crazy cat lady status, MARTI. For 2012 I do not want a relationship. I want to enjoy being just me. Not Marti & ______ (fill in the blank with whatever male counter part name). I want to embrace being the odd woman out, the 5th wheel. I have plenty of male friends I can go hang with for a football game, a beer, dinner or whatever. But I do NOT want to date anyone, I don’t want to be known as anyone’s woman, girlfriend, or significant other. Being single is my CHOICE. I can have a relationship, long term if I so chose. But my choice for now is to just be single, sassy, marvelous ME!
I’m going to start a new category and page on my blog, Sassy & Solo – reasons why being single ROCKS.
The Marvelously Sassy One! yes that will be my new, crazy cat lady name. 
