Metamorphosis is coming. I was invited to blog over at Wired Science. There is a HUGE amount of blogging talent out there, and they chose … me. This is evidence that there is a real readership for news and
comment writing ranting about insects, agriculture, and nature. Exciting!
I won’t be moving anytime soon; probably not until late August. I’ll keep all of you posted.
I would really love to hear from all my readers HERE, in this survey.
What do you want me to write about? What burning insect questions would you like to see answered?
(Please note the “Bug Girl Will Not Diagnose You guidelines; if you really have a “burning issue” you may want to see a doctor for some ointment.)
I started out as a pretty rough writer, and over the years you’ve let me learn in public how to do this bloggy thing. I’m still learning, and I still have a long way to go. The vast majority of people I’ve met online are fabulous, and it makes me so happy that you are part of my virtual community. Group Hug!
Below the fold are more personal thoughts about this move with animated gifs and cursing, for those who are curious.
Read on for more details of my personal DRAMAZ, if curious.
So, just thought I would stick my head back in and mention that my divorce was final today. I learned several important things during this process.
1. Do NOT choose your lawyer based on how UN-slimy they seem. Big mistake.
I should have chosen the lawyer who seemed likely to castrate puppies with his bare teeth and sell used clunkers to little old ladies in his spare time. Not the guy that was nice.
In addition to not being very effective, my lawyer FORGOT to tell me that the final court date was today. So I got a phone call about 2 hours before I was supposed to show up in front of the judge. And saw the final settlement for the first time at the courthouse.
2. If one is conflict averse, and one’s spouse is conflict averse, not talking about things does not really avoid conflict in the long term.
This seems blatantly obvious after the fact, but thought I would point it out to any other clueless schmucks like me.
3. If I had been smarter in the beginning, and asked more questions, things might have worked out better.
Or not, really–a lot of crap went wrong that was completely out of my control. I didn’t know menopause would make me nutso. Or that my dream job would be a nightmare with a sociopath employee that went on to terrorize us with animal parts and break-ins.
But a couple of really frank conversations about how we both managed money and what assets we had BEFORE we moved in together might have made a lot of problems more manageable later on.
4. There are no do-overs or an “undo” button IRL.
This about sums it up:
As those of you who read my Twitter stream (or who are my Facebook friends), I had a couple of major RL type things happen recently. It is also lovely outside, and I have major spring fever.
So, I’m going to take a little mental health break and hopefully come back and finally finish up all the 263 draft posts that I have saved, half-written.
I leave you all with this wonderful photo of a blue Tiger from Lon&Queta’s photostream. SHINY!