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28 febbraio Turn that Frown Upside Down??Find the Silver lining? Ying/Yang...the good in the bad. Whatever you wanna call it, I'm trying it on. "Let's be grateful for this offensive, nerve-grating person", I tell myself, "cuz she provides me with an example of what I do NOT want to be." [lol] Truth of the matter is, I cannot believe some people behave this way. I work 3 days per week and another woman works the other 2. We don't technically "job share" but it's kinda that way. Well, we were both there today. SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD IF I EVER BEHAVE THAT WAY! Loud, bossy, loud, thinks she's funny but she is not. Stands in front of my desk in this loud sing-song voice while I'm on the phone with a nurse, sing-songing the nurse's name cuz she knew her! WHAT??? go in your office and shut up! Rifles thru my files on my desk. Go away!!!! And the best part, she talks about everyone else in the office. Hello?? And if you're lucky enough to get her to go to her OWN office, she talks so freakin' loud you can hear her like she's right beside you!
After a day of the loud voices and the screaming "I-wanna-be-the-center-of-attention-at-all-times" side show, I come home and realize I'm so glad she is not there everyday. I just like to go into work. Do my thing. Listen to the radio on low... Every once in a while have a little humorous interlude with a coworker. Be productive and go home. Not swirl and dwirl in a freakin' drama cyclone all day!!!!! Good grief, how do they do it??? 26 febbraio ADD on Steroids + Gift #7That's where I am today. My ADD is cracked out on steroids. So before I start my day I figured I'd try to get some of the steam out by typing like a mad fool.
I actually signed on this morning to write a letter to my grandpa. Yesterday, as I drove from one side of Columbus to the other [always a particular joy for my road-ragin' self!], I thought about the trek home this weekend to visit my parents and see my grandparents and as I was lost in the daydream of what Grandpa and I would talk about I found myself thinking of the things I'd like him to know re: how he has influenced my life. Then I thought ~ write him a letter. Cuz although I don't find it difficult to express deep feelings I didn't want him to feel awkward ~ which of course it would! That is the last thing I want ~ face to face awkward.
Soooooo, I signed on and checked my email, which took me to Facebook. A friend had posted a video earlier in the week and it was a rainbow in my gloomy world so I told him so. Well, he sent back a message and I had to read it. Then, I saw my cousin was online and Grandpa had asked us to sing at his funeral [back at Christmas, before diagnosis] so I agonized with her for a bit about how in the world we were gonna pull this off. Then, since people could see that I was online, a former college roommate initiated a conversation and I directed him to another friend's blog. There I discovered this cool avatar and found Beth. She is a friend of a friend of a friend....has a fabulously written blog. She sparked my curiosity cuz she has moved to NE. I miss NE, there's a big chunk of my heart in NE. My life was shaped by NE...well, you get it. So I spent time reading her blog and was nudged by the Graces again. Well, it's 95 minutes later and here I am!
Have I mentioned how GREATFUL GRATEFUL I am that I am not working today? [A GIFT I do not take lightly ~ being able to be home during the week!] See I took a stand yesterday and now I'm ascared. Just a little bit. Like my father, another Taurus [blame the stars, wtf], I can take a lot but when the smoke comes out the bull's ears?? move [sotto voce]. YeP, yesterday the smoke fired away. I had to call a coworker out and she wasn't there to do it! So I had to put it in writing!! Rule #1: don't put in writing what you don't want to bite you in the ass tomorrow! But I had no choice. The information had to be conveyed and I wasn't going to see her. So here I sit, wondering what her reaction is. Sadly, I may never know. Part of me [the I'm-an-adult-and-it-had-to-be-done side] doesn't really care about her reaction as much as whether or not it will change what is happening. Cuz sumpin's gotta change, okaaaaay!! Part of me [can't-we-all-get-along-and-have-fun-there's-too-much-shit-in-the-world-already side] is ascared. I don't want ruffles. Just do your freakin' job and call it a day. And I worry 'bout my new "friend" at work. She's gonna hear all about it and that's not fair.
I'm back, I just sent her an email. Cyber hug.
OMW [for those who wonder, this is my alternative to OMG ~ oh my word] I learned a new one today. "Tramp Stamp". I love new words. I love writing, talking, reading, graffiti, letters, scrapbooking, poetry, song lyrics, names, blogs, dictionarys ~ contain words? YeP, T likes it. So when I learn a new phrase or new word, I'm tickled! [i can't spell today!] Other than Beth, who may have curiously wondered who left that comment on her blog and wandered over here, and those that read Beth's blog, can anyone guess what a Tramp Stamp is? Yes, I love words but sometimes a pic says it all so eloquently!! :)
baaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaa! That lower-back tattoo. Thanks, Beth, for the smile.
okay, for those of you with a TS, don't get your panties in a wad. Brentwood lets his thoughts fly today re: tatts. Kinda funny to read. I, too, don't get the whole tatt rage of today's youth but I go back to my father's words when I got my ear pierced for the 3rd time: "whataya gonna do next? your nose??" Back then a nose piercing was avant guard! When my nieces started with tatts I was appalled!!! I've since resigned myself to the fact that it's their body, but one sentiment stays with me. Like I told them, we don't wear our hair the same today as we did 10 years ago. We don't wear the same make-up as 15 years ago. We don't wear the same styles as days gone by. WHY do you think you'll want this permanent-never-to-be-removed-colored-object on your body in 10-15-20 years?? I'm all for experimenting...but permanent stuff? naaah
Kinda like Rule #1: don't do something you can't take back if ya wanna
off to write that emotional letter. 24 febbraio Alert: Religious MeanderingsSince they changed the set up of this stupid "Windows Live" blog site, I have a hell of a time getting to where I wanna go to add a blog post or how to see what other people see when they log on...sometimes all the bells and whistles are not advantageous! Having said that ~ vented it, I should say ~ I shall carry on. :)
Tuesday ~ ahhhhh, sweet relief. Monday was so hectic in the office. I found myself, at one point during the afternoon when I was feeling woosey from the steroids and still hadn't stopped to eat some lunch, asking, "why am I doing this again? When I could be in a low stress job?" I just shook my head and kept going. Today, I say, cuz I like the challenge. I just wish I could bring the challenge down from a 10+ to more like a 6-7. As I've been sharing, my emotions are running on high lately and yesterday morning I was so nauseous from the drugs so I kinda got all my work gathered at my desk and hunkered down to be productive. All of a sudden I hear a loud shrill voice from out in the waiting room [I work in a Dr's office], "Can somebody help me?? HELP!", over and over. I leaped from my chair wondering what in the heck was going on cuz we were not expecting any patients that day. [we see post-op patients and referrals for surgery.] I rounded the corner and said "can I help you?" only to see a coworker laughing and saying, "don't you love patients?" and laughing her ass off.
I looked at her and said, sotto voce, "that's not even funny." and turned around. I got back to my desk, rattled. I was a bit shook. Was it cuz I live knowing I'm gonna get a phone call any day? Is it still left overs from when my FIL was ill and we got the "help me" call in the middle of the night, more than once? Always standing our guard never knowing what we'd face next? Is it cuz I take my job way too seriously, no matter if I'm a DeafBlind Specialist or a receptionist greeting clients? Is it cuz yelling wolf is not a joke? I called my husband, God love the man, and said, "just start talking. about anything. I don't wanna cry. Just tell me what's going on." I finally calmed down [of *course* I cried ~ see earlier posts, lol] and told him what happened. Of course he said she was an ass. Doesn't it make it better to find someone who will justify your reaction? hahahahahaha
So that brings me to the relief of Tuesday. Sleeping in. Hot shower. Warm sweats. Did a little vacuuming. Now sitting down with some coffee to enter the cyber world. My cat is lying as close as possible to my side, *with* his HEAD on the keyboard. [rolling eyes] And I'm saying, Thank you, God, I am home today.
I started with some friend's blogs. And that leads me to thinking out loud today about religion. For the first time ever, I'm going to embrace Lent. Brentwood got me thinking about it. I have a strong Biblical foundation and Lent isn't really Biblical, per se, in the letter of the law. But more the spririt of the law. I did a basic search and this kinda struck a chord with me: "Lent is a season of soul-searching and repentance. It is a season for relection and taking stock." [from the link above.] I thought...hmmm, I like that. There are things about me, physically and spiritually, that I would like to improve. {Side note, or rabbit JJJ-hehe: someone said yesterday, "why should I go to confession, I don't do anything wrong?" oh, nice to meet you, JESUS.} Well, there's no way I'm shooting to be Jesus ~ I see y'all nodding, I know ~ but I would like to prove to myself that I can set a goal and achieve it. Like do something nice for someone every day. Anonymously. Or lose 20 lbs. Or just be more supportive, less critical of my husband. Oh gawwwwwd, stop the list! We'll be here all day!!
So, with that...carry on. Make it work! [I'm gonna be Tim Gunn in my next life.] One thing I want to implement is the practice of Prayer and Fasting. [I feel the need to add the disclaimer that what I read on some of these links is not what I believe 100%. It's lengthy to explain so I'll just leave it at that. I added this link because I like its simplicity in describing fasting.] So, if you are a religious/spiritual person and wanna join along with the Lenten Season ~ jump on. Let's share with one another. If you're not, wish me luck in trying to change my sorry self. :)
Lent is a liturgical season...A liturgy is the customary public worship done by a specific religious group, according to their particular traditions.
Gift #6 of 52Sometimes it's easier than others to find the gifts of life. Today is one of those days ~ I'm thinking....and thinking....
I'm grateful for my siblings. They have shaped who I am. They have forced me to be empathetic, consider other's feelings. I don't think they know the impact they have on my life. For someone who would describe herself as outspoken and communicative, I am often choked on the words I would like to share with my brothers. My fingers are even choked right now. :)
Wow ~ if you read my last post ~ here come those damn tears again. I've always felt that family is the cornerstone of life. [Note: family, in my definition, does not require sharing the same blood.] The only thing worse than not being blessed with family is the feeling that you're not important to the family you have. There is some kind of expectation with family, I guess, that is inherent to being raised together. That no matter what we'd be there for each other. To realize that one is absent from her sibling's life is hurtful. Guess this didn't turn out to be a gift. Perhaps just a realization.
Tears...again?I've always thought that tears are a healthy release. For me, a release of anger, fear, hurt, embarassment. I've never been afraid to cry. I was the only girl growing up and always had my own room so I always had a private place to go. I cry often and without apology. I've never been intimidated by someone's tears. I've never said, "oh, don't cry. It's okay." Oh hell no. Go on with your bad self ~ let it out!
But I have to admit, I'm a little sick of crying. I know these weird steroids I'm on have affected my perception and I'm weepier than usual [poor husband!] but there are also circumstances taking place that trigger the water works. Here we go with another. [maybe I should be counting the 52 sources of tears? ok, just kidding.] I found out last night that a yet another young woman is pregnant. ["and that's earth-shattering, T., cuz why?", you ask?] {As much as I try, I doubt that I can maintain any anonymity ~ but we will call her Abby.}
Well, it's been 24 hours and I'm still trying to process the reactions I'm having to learning of Abby's pregnancy. I started just now to list all the "good" attributes of Abby that leave me wondering how she could make this decision. See, Abby's pregnancy was no accident. She purposefully, willingingly became pregnant. She has a job, goes to college, is responsible. So why a child? She has never taken care of herself? Never lived on her own or maintained a home for any length of time. She is not too terribly fond of the ways of the father of this baby. She really has no place to live at the moment that is stable ~ as my friend, Dr. Phil says ~ no soft place to fall. Why a baby? Why now? Why are you rushing this adventure in your life? Why do you not live your life and let these stages/experiences come to you? Fall into place in an "organized" [for lack of better word] fashion?
Ultimately, it doesn't matter how I feel. I just don't understand it. When did it become okay to you that you could/should just create this being ~ acquire a baby like you would a designer handbag, cell phone, new piece of jewelry? "Hey, and now I'm gonna have a baby! Whoo hooo!" Am I the only one stunned into silence by facts like this is forEVER?? You have no partnership in this? Did you stop and think ONCE about the life of this baby? What you're bringing it into?? The role model you've chosen for a father?? The hardships you're WILLINGLY choosing by having this child before finishing college?
Selfish. Unequivocal selfishness. You wanted it. You've always wanted it. You got it. Regardless of the circumstances.
I find myself on the sidelines, shaking my head in sadness. This child doesn't deserve this. 19 febbraio Gift 5 of 52[I'm behind...I'm only on #5 and this is week 8 of the calendar. So to catch up...another gift.]
This gift is inspired by Brent. My brother/friend with the most irreverant senses of humor!
Check out his blog to see why. :) If Only For a Time
Gift #5:
Bob, Brentwood, JJJ, LBA, Glenndalyn, Kerry, Sueseveneleven, Blah Blah Blah blog, Two & A Half Men, Robin Williams, Chelsea, Bob & Tom, Mel Blanc, Whitley, Roy, cartoon writers, Coco [may be drug against his will]... I'm sure I am forgetting someone and I apologize. There are many funny people. I hope when I'm old, there will be a funny old gal in my room in the nursing home!
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Warning: this post will offend some…perhaps many. I usually am one to keep my controversial opinions to myself until I know where someone stands. Sure, I have offensive opinions but as a peace keeper at heart, I don’t spew them randomly. Well, today is another day, huh? So, I’m sure this will offend a few of you. When do people get the “God Complex”? When does a person say, “I have the power to make this decision so, fuck you, I’ll make it.” Or maybe they say, “who cares, I’ll make the decision you want no matter who it hurts.” Perhaps greed is the catalyst. Desire for power? Desire for more money? Hell, just the adrenalin rush that comes from making a big decision? Case #1: I have a cousin who married a woman with several children. She went to jail [I don’t know why.] On furloughs or conjugal visits she got pregnant with him and had twins. Still in jail, she, again, got pregnant and had another baby. [I lay no claim to his intelligence, either!!] He was accused of harming one of his stepdaughters and was sentenced to jail. [I have not seen him nor his family in 25 years. Have never met his stepchildren. I don’t know if he is innocent or guilty.] So, his 3 children were taken away and sent to live with his parents in the same town as my parents. They have had many issues, having no memory of their mother, very little contact with their father in the 4 1/2 years they have been away, and their grandparents have done amazing things with them! Mother got out of jail and after six months of telephone court hearings [Mother lives on the other side of the country] the judge decided to remove the children from the only home they remember and return them to a virtual stranger. [the baby was barely able to walk when they moved in with the grandparents.] Even in print, I find this unbelievable. This judge…this one man, who never met these kids, never met my aunt & uncle can just flap his gavel on the table and POOF! decide the fate of an entire family. The children are very close to my parents and when they got the news that they were to move across country and everyone they know they dissolved in tears in my mother’s arms. She, in turn, was so shocked she began to cry. They are so devastated and terrified. They even told the judge they didn’t want to go. Mom and I have been discussing the saga since inception and I never in a million years thought they would just rip the kids away and return them to a woman who is on parole the rest of her life! The rest of her life ~ for child abuse! Never. It doesn’t make sense. It defies logic. Just because she birthed them, she is now “Mom”???? This shit would be rejected as a television show, it’s so ludicrous! The judge never talked to the school principal, the therapists the children see, the youth minister the children are close to…nobody. When did this judge get to play God? "The mother has the right to have the children back", some people would argue. When will the laws catch up to what is best for the children? When do the children get more rights?? Sorry Mom, you fucked up major. YOUR rights have been repealed. If you wanna visit, fine, but you don't get to try to play house again. Case #2: The ubiquitous mother of 14. What the fuck????? Forget her and her craziness, that’s a whole ‘nother show, Oprah! I’m thinking of this doctor who implanted 8 embryos into this woman. She already has 6 kids at home under the age of 7. HELLO! He is aware of her history and knows that one has Autism and another has DD. HELLO!! She is single and unemployed!!!! IS ANYONE HOME?? She doesn’t have a home of her own. I mean, come on. So Dr. Stupid implants the babies anyway. Again, when will the laws catch up to what is best for the children involved?? Because clearly there is a huge misunderstanding of what is “best” for everyone involved. A dear friend suggested I become a CASA. I don’t think so. I think I would walk into the judge’s chambers and do or say something that would land my ass in jail. The injustice is over the top!! Peace of MindPhilippians 4
4Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. I'm quite certain that this passage of the Bible could be disected and studied for a long time. Each and every verse says so much and gives us a wealth of direction. If I were a tat kinda gettin' girl, I would have this inked on me somewhere. ;) I long for peace of mine, not to be anxious about anything, and to remember to be thankful in every situation. My weekly gift is my faith. And may the peace of God be with you all, too.
18 febbraio Reaching outReaching out when I'm down is not a strength of mine. My husband is the only person that I snag by the ear and force to pay attention to me when I need someone. What a Godsend he is!! Generally I just hibernate and let life take care of the owwies and I emerge from my cave a little battered but feeling okay because I haven't burdened anyone with my issue. What a fool. I'm the *first* one to tell people ~ let others help you! It makes them feel needed and everyone wants to feel needed! Here I am, choking on my own words.
I've recently been coming here to talk about my family and the health issues surrounding my grandparents because I don't want to unload on anyone. Little did I know that people actually *read* this thing! My out loud thoughts. ;) Well, my dear friends, thank you. For sending me an email saying that I am in your prayers and you are thinking of me and my family. I am humbled because sometimes it's easy to feel like I live on a tiny island with just my husband and my cat. Well - we're not pulling at that thread today.
Anyway, thank you for reaching out to me when I'm too stupid to reach out to you. You know who you are and let me tell you, your words mean more to me than I can express. It's difficult, especially, to reach out in this situation because I've heard many times how lucky I am to have grandparents at my age. Trust me, you don't have to tell ME that!!! It is not lost on me that I am 45 years old and just now having to say goodbye to one of them. [The only one deceased is my maternal grandmother who died 20 years ago.]
So, I guess like I said in my last post, the adult in me knows it's time. Knows I've been privileged to have my grandpas and one grandma for my entire life. I have so many memories that others my age, or half my age, do not have. I know this.
I get that.
So, I've asked myself, where is the sadness coming from? Cuz, believe me, I WANT my grandparents to pass if their health is compromised. And we're at that point.
But, to loosely quote a movie, I may look big and strong outside, but inside I'm just a little girl who has to say goodbye. Who watches her mommy cry and cries along with. A little girl who knows the passing of her grandpa will forever change her family, her extended family. And that unknown change is scary. I am the oldest grand daughter and there is no way to explain how it feels to be a "Grandpa's girl." How a hug from grandpa is like no other.
I'm also an adult who is angry. Why do these beloved people have to be put thru this torture? My Grandma Kime died in her sleep. Acute respiratory failure and it was over. Both of my grandpas have been dealt a lousy hand. Slowly withering away yet their minds are intact and they know exactly what is happening. What grown man wants to sit by and know he can no longer control his bladder?? That's embarrassing, at best!! What man wants to feel like a burden? These men have been the providers ~ the strong one who took care of everyone else. It must feel demeaning, demasculating....
and how long will this deterioration continue before he finally fades away? He can no longer walk. So he sits in a nursing home. Waiting for people to come visit. This man who used to walk 5 miles a day, was so sociable he never knew a stranger! Will he end up starving cuz he's unable to chew? Will he be able to talk? to communicate basic needs, like when he is thirsty? How long before his body gives up? How much will my mom and dad have to witness?
These are the thoughts that invade my thankfullness for having my grandpa for this long. The end of one's life shouldn't be so painful for him, nor for the people around him who love him. Those memories leave scars . Nobody can see the scars, but they never go away.
So, if I'm brave enough to reach out when I'm weeping, know that I am indeed grateful for the time I've had with my grandpa. I weep, not because my grandpa is going to die, but rather because he has to live in such a bad body.
Thank you for your kindness. 17 febbraio 6 - 8 weeksWhat would I do if the doctor told me "you have 6-8 weeks to live."? There are many clever analogies going thru my head but I have only energy to say that this is the news my family received regarding my Grandfather. The mass on his brain turned out to be about as big as an adult man's hand and is malignant.
It's difficult to process because I have a difficult time merging the child who wants Grandpa to live forever and the adult that knows this is part of life. It is what it is. Period. People die.
My heart aches for my mom. She is right there witnessing the breakdown of her father. I worry about her because she has her own health issues and will not pay attention to her needs because she will want to be there for everyone who comes to town to visit Grandpa. She will push herself to exhaustion and compromise her own health.
I have a large extended family. The dealth of my Grandfather will be the beginning of a new phase for all of us. Will we all get together anymore without the one person who seems to draw us all together?
First we have to prepare to say goodbye to a wonderful, warm-hearted man. Brother, uncle, friend, father, grandpa, great-grandpa. The next few weeks are gonna be tough.
10 febbraio Stop the Ride. I want to get off.This ride called life. This merry-go-round called life. I don't like it. Not right now. It is spinning and spinning and things are flying off. It is causing dust to get in my eyes and make me cry. It makes me nauseous when it goes this fast...yet time seems to stop when I look up at the sky. I try to remember how long I've been on this ride. It seems to go on forever...one place, spinning and spinning. Gosh, let me off.
My maternal Grandfather fell this morning. After tests, a CT scan, and an MRI, a larg mass on his brain was found. I'm just tired. Tired of living 3 hours away. Scared when hear the strain in my parents' voices from trying to meet the needs of 4 elderly, sickly parents. Tired of feeling stuck on this ride and not being able to get off and stop the suffering. Tired of trying to figure out what life lesson is to be learned by standing around watching loved ones wither away, just waiting to die. Slowly, it chips at my heart. I try like hell not to go back to a time when we were all children and went to Grandma & Grandpa's for meals and card games. Cuz that makes it hurt more. Remembering these strong leaders of the family and seeing them reduced to souls within broken bodies ~ it's more than my child/adult mind can process.
I just want to get off the ride. Get back on when I'm not so nauseous. When I feel like I can contribute, not just be a rider. 09 febbraio tech-know-nothingGosh I don't care for this blog style. at all. But I'm not technologically savvy enough to change it. I've tried, using the options they offer. I end up worse than I am now. I'd like to have some paper, pens, die-cuts and make the page then give it to someone to put on the PC for me. And why don't my photos show up that I embed in my blog entries?
Now, all of a sudden, Facebook doesn't allow me use Notes. Why? I get so frustrated cuz I try and try to fix it but it doesn't work. If you don't know how to tie your shoes and you try and you try and you try, all the while doing it incorrectly, you don't get anywhere! That's my current state. grrrrrrrrrr Makes me crazy cuz I don't like things to be "broken". I want them fixed. It triggers my OCD and I find myself coming back to it again and again trying to make it right. All the while, doing the same thing. Hello!! Won't work!
So, I guess I'll just deal with my blog in the style that it is cuz I really don't wanna change my blog address to go to another more user-friendly site. And I'll just deal with the fact that Facebook won't allow me to use Notes. [%^%$#$#$%^!!] |
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