I lost my job yesterday. I don’t know how much more I can handle. Trying to rely on my faith through this, but just don’t understand why this is all happening.

I just filled out an application to ensure that my organs are donated upon my death. You can do that here. But, more on that later. On this application, I filled out my last address, and I have to say, although, I’ve often filled out the wrong month or the wrong year, this is unlike me. Whenever I have a new address, it’s always been a move up for me, so I’ve been excited to write my new address.

So, here’s what has me thinking. You guys – this IS a move UP for me. I am ME. And, for those of you who really know me – you’ll know this is true, so very true. But, I can’t seem to let go, and it’s not of Zane, it’s of that house.

But, on the other hand, this apartment has been so very good of me. As I was hanging pictures on Saturday, I realized, that only one picture I hung had been hung at our (Zane’s and my) home. But, why? Why couldn’t I hang it there. I will admit, I have some girly stuff (Vintage Vogue, Vintage Barbie, etc,) BUT, on the other hand, I have, what I believe to be the most beautiful picture ever – of both sets of my grandparents at my parent’s wedding. Now, to me, that should have been one of the very first things to be hung. It wasn’t. But, to me, here in RHIANNON’S house it was. Out of the four of my grandparents, I know that I am SO lucky to have 3 of them living, but, I feel SO lucky to have all four of them here in my home.

So, back to the organ donor statement at the beginning. As many of you know, the mother of one of my very, very best girl friend’s from high school passed away just last week from liver disease. She had been waiting, and waiting for a liver transplant and unfortunately, one didn’t come for her. I could never articulate how amazing Amy’s mother is – but – to try, she had a beautiful smile, an infectious laugh, and she was one parent I LOVED seeing at school (as she volunteered in the career center in our high school during our senior year). Anyway, not just because of Amy’s mother, whom I love as my own, but because of THOUSANDS of others mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, children, etc. etc. etc. PLEASE visit this website Because, did you know, that even if you designate yourself as an organ donor on your driver’s license, your family can still make a different decision for you! So, please take a couple minutes of your time and fill out the form!

Today, in this fine city (which by the way is supposed to reach 102 today), I spied the following:

- A child with a rat-tail (child abuse, if you ask me).
- A girl air-drumming this morning with her headphones on, on the Max.
- A man holding his wife’s milkshake to his forehead at lunch today. After he removed the milkshake from his head, he began to go through her purse.

And, the day is young people, I still have hours to go. I love this place.

I’m fine. I really am. And, I didn’t really feel like I would be. BUT, being single is empowering. I love it. I am remembering who I am, who I was, and I am so sad that I changed.

So, I’ve been in this aparment for a week now. It’s small, that’s fo sure, but the kitty and I love it. I have cable again – people, not having cable sucks. Even if I wanted to watch the local news before, I couldn’t get reception. I LOVE IT!

Also, I really, really, really have the best friends in the entire world. On my first night here, my ladies – Carrie, Chanel and Elise came over and brought me the most adorable shower curtain, mat, etc. set EVER. Then, I received a package from my BIFF Carrisa containing HOMEMADE oreos, lotion, hot cocoa, and yummy lip balm. I am so blessed.

This is a change for me, it is, but I am feeling strong and empowered. My first grocery shopping trip post-breakup was the best. I bought yummy crackers and cheese knowing that nobody is going to gobble them up before me. I love it.

And, I am going to be okay. I am Rhiannon again, and honestly, I like her.

My perhaps largest pet peeve, which I only really remember one time a year, is those who insist on setting off their fireworks before Fourth of July.

Please, picture it, if you would. I’ve just moved, with my kitty Gelsey, from a 2300 square foot house into a 510 square foot apartment. She’s pissed at that alone. But, now, she’s super pissed, because somewhere near here, people are setting off their fireworks. Now, I expect this kind of behavior from people in Gresham, or perhaps my homeland, Canby. But, people, I live in the NW Hills. I live in a NICE area. This is unacceptable.

Now, back to my vodka drink. Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth has come on my iPod’s “FUN MIX” and I’m off to unpack the kitchen.

P.S. Photos to follow, but I have the BEST girlfriends in the entire world, they just came over with an ADORABLE new bathroom set for me and also liquor. They know the way to my heart – Polka Dots and Vodka!