Random...major babbling

So, my blogfriend Angela over at Pickles on Pizza, had posted about her old MySpace account last week. Which, of course, reminded me of MY myspace account. Where I had, indeed, left behind some pictures. I fought the myspacers, just as I fought the facebookers...but eventually gave in. Mostly because, at the time of myspace, I was living on an island and it was the best way to keep in touch with my friends and family. Here's a perfect picture expressing how I began to feel about living on Nantucket. It had it's moments of joy: being surrounded by water and boats and that great noise the foghorns and clanking thingamajigs on the sailboats when the wind would blow (all the time); being able to eat a cheeseburger and beer for lunch and not worry about my waistline b/c we walked in and out of town to get it; walking dogs for a living was pretty sweet; meeting and adopting my precious Hanzo. Oh, and wandering by Tommy Hilfigers summer home while taking a little walk outside of town. It was a strange combination of over-the-top wealth and straight up ghetto (which is where we were living). The island is only like 7 miles wide, yet somehow, the two co-existed without having to rub elbows. Ultimately, we left Nantucket b/c we were paying for a crappy apartment so that Hubby could be miserable and under appreciated at his job...and then I later shot myself in the foot, by way of myspace, when I forgot about a nasty blog I wrote about a co-worker. Several weeks after posting it, she friend requested me, I said sure (forgetting the terrible things i wrote, b/c I was simply venting about working with a snotty young'n who needed to check herself...I didn't dislike her, I just thought she was lazy), then I was promoted, she went through and read my old blogs, and started a whole snowball of shit that made my life miserable after that. Her tantrums were too much for me, I applied for, and got, a job working at a Curves gym 'back home' on the Cape...and I moved back. The Curves job lasted several months before I decided that I was NOT a cold-calling salesperson, and no matter how much I believed in the workout, I couldn't try to make people give me their money 'on the spot'. It was too pushy for me. On the up-side of that, working out at the gym gave me the opportunity to ride in a 64 mile bike 'tour' along the Cape. I made it only 32 miles before my thumbs and lower back started to go numb. That was the best shape I was ever in. I think if I had better adjusted my seat and handlebars, I could've gone at least another 10 miles. I was right on track with the 10 mph speed I had to keep up in order to make it all the way in the allotted time. Fast forward to today, we are glad we moved to Nantucket. It was a great experience and has improved our lives in the form of business connections for Hubby, and a heightened confidence in myself. I am a stronger person, both mentally and physically!