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Monday, June 1, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
It's 8:32am on Sunday. Clothes are in the laundry, the house is clean, I had pop-tarts for breakfast and I went to sleep exactly 12 hours ago.
I heart Sundays, except for the fact that they have to end. And I'm really not looking forward to the next few weeks.
I do not respond well to upheaval, and my life at work has been all sorts of upheaved. I have to remember that this is a good time for me to practice my courtesy and patience skills, because normally...I has none.
Yesterday was a really good day. Darrin helped me clean up the house, and then we went into the Cities to do half of our anniversary celebratin - we picked up some Checkers and went down to the River Walk where we spent the first night we met together. (aw) We found the same picnic table where we sat seven years ago and talked until the sun came up. We didn't stay that long this time - but it was good. Then we came home and had the most awesomest sex I've had in a long time. Gah. Hence the going to bed at 8:30. *L*
I heart Sundays, except for the fact that they have to end. And I'm really not looking forward to the next few weeks.
I do not respond well to upheaval, and my life at work has been all sorts of upheaved. I have to remember that this is a good time for me to practice my courtesy and patience skills, because normally...I has none.
Yesterday was a really good day. Darrin helped me clean up the house, and then we went into the Cities to do half of our anniversary celebratin - we picked up some Checkers and went down to the River Walk where we spent the first night we met together. (aw) We found the same picnic table where we sat seven years ago and talked until the sun came up. We didn't stay that long this time - but it was good. Then we came home and had the most awesomest sex I've had in a long time. Gah. Hence the going to bed at 8:30. *L*
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Why Owls are skery
Owls freak me right the hell out. There is something about them that just...gah. I give proof:
This was posted on CuteOverload.com, and I'm sorry...there just ain't nothin cute about that damn thing.
Owls are the one animal that make me want to cower on my knees, begging for my life. I remember one day when I lived with my parents, my dad brought out the binoculars so I could see an owl sitting in a neighbor's tree. I brought the binoculars up, and focused on the owl, and nearly dropped the damn things because I had the most powerful sensation of...needing to show some sort of submission to it. Make it understand that I wasn't a threat or something.
This completely random post is brought to you by the fact that I did something really huge today and I'm pretty much braindead beyond that.
This was posted on CuteOverload.com, and I'm sorry...there just ain't nothin cute about that damn thing.
Owls are the one animal that make me want to cower on my knees, begging for my life. I remember one day when I lived with my parents, my dad brought out the binoculars so I could see an owl sitting in a neighbor's tree. I brought the binoculars up, and focused on the owl, and nearly dropped the damn things because I had the most powerful sensation of...needing to show some sort of submission to it. Make it understand that I wasn't a threat or something.
This completely random post is brought to you by the fact that I did something really huge today and I'm pretty much braindead beyond that.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Why is it that I can't get away from stupid on Monday mornings? Why is it, when I am trying to get these freakin people PAID on Monday mornings, that I am suddenly overwhelmed with stupid questions?
It never freakin fails. Never. I can count on getting at LEAST 3 stupid questions while I'm up to my ass in payroll - questions about attendance points (when everyone KNOWS that their general foremen can look that up just the same as me), and random benefits questions ("What would I have to tell them so that I could get my girlfriend on my insurance?") and whatever freaking else happens to pop in their tiny little brains that convinces them it's SO IMPORTANT that they have to interupt me while I'm trying to GET THEM MONEY because they can't wait OMGWTF and if I try to ignore them they STAND THERE and STARE AT ME.
Seriously, why is writing in caps so theraputic? hee.
CAPS LOCK IS TEH AWESOMES.
Moving on.
I gave this blog to someone I know. It was surprisingly nerve-wracking for me, waiting until I heard from this person to make sure they still liked me. How silly is that? I was worried that the things in my life would freak them out - but I actually got a compliment instead of a freakout. So, yay for you.
I talked with fish today about something that was a little...I'm not sure of what word to use yet. She told me that she was watching TLC this weekend, and they played the "Half-Ton Mom/Dad/Teen" series - basically shows about people who are morbidly obese. She mentioned that the shows made her mad, because she figured that once people got to a certain point, they should have done something about the weight. I told her that I wasn't allowed to watch those shows (edict from Moose) because I too often see myself in them.
I see the fear in those people, the same fear that I have, and that I'm starting to realize how much I have. I have had fleeting glimpses of that fear, so I can imagine what living an entire life based on it would be like, and so I can too easily put my face on those bodies and just....freak right the fuck out. It's my greatest fear, becoming like that, and yet, that fear only paralyzes me in a state that only exacerbates that same fear. I'm afraid because I'm fat, and I'm fat because I'm afraid.
I haven't found a fear...or a want...that is stronger than the fear I already have, so instead of being motivated, I just...am.
It never freakin fails. Never. I can count on getting at LEAST 3 stupid questions while I'm up to my ass in payroll - questions about attendance points (when everyone KNOWS that their general foremen can look that up just the same as me), and random benefits questions ("What would I have to tell them so that I could get my girlfriend on my insurance?") and whatever freaking else happens to pop in their tiny little brains that convinces them it's SO IMPORTANT that they have to interupt me while I'm trying to GET THEM MONEY because they can't wait OMGWTF and if I try to ignore them they STAND THERE and STARE AT ME.
Seriously, why is writing in caps so theraputic? hee.
CAPS LOCK IS TEH AWESOMES.
Moving on.
I gave this blog to someone I know. It was surprisingly nerve-wracking for me, waiting until I heard from this person to make sure they still liked me. How silly is that? I was worried that the things in my life would freak them out - but I actually got a compliment instead of a freakout. So, yay for you.
I talked with fish today about something that was a little...I'm not sure of what word to use yet. She told me that she was watching TLC this weekend, and they played the "Half-Ton Mom/Dad/Teen" series - basically shows about people who are morbidly obese. She mentioned that the shows made her mad, because she figured that once people got to a certain point, they should have done something about the weight. I told her that I wasn't allowed to watch those shows (edict from Moose) because I too often see myself in them.
I see the fear in those people, the same fear that I have, and that I'm starting to realize how much I have. I have had fleeting glimpses of that fear, so I can imagine what living an entire life based on it would be like, and so I can too easily put my face on those bodies and just....freak right the fuck out. It's my greatest fear, becoming like that, and yet, that fear only paralyzes me in a state that only exacerbates that same fear. I'm afraid because I'm fat, and I'm fat because I'm afraid.
I haven't found a fear...or a want...that is stronger than the fear I already have, so instead of being motivated, I just...am.
Friday, May 15, 2009
I was tagged by Chloe!
Rules:
1. Link to your original tagger and list these rules in your post
2. Share 7 facts about yourself in the post
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post, leave their names & links to their blogs
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged
Okiedokie. Except I'm not sure that I know 7 seven people to tag.
1. Although I don't subscribe to any organized religion, I get giddy over what I call "science of Jesus" stuff. Books and tv shows about factual biblical things just make me happy, I have no idea why. Best TV Show ever? Mysteries of the Bible. Holla.
2. Instead of a headboard, we have pillows that sit against the wall and the pillows we sleep on. Sometimes, one of my cats will sleep on that pillow right above my head. She has the magical (and most likely entirely in my head) ability to make headaches go away by putting her paw on my forehead while she's laying up there.
3. I am 31 years old, and I sleep with a stuffed frog.
4. My sister (the Goon) is the funniest person I know. Together, we have created the car-ride-Muppet-dance, the Asshole dance (which has a complete backstory about flinging assholes over one's shoulder after cutting them out at a slaughterhouse), PimpdaddySnuggles, and the Evil Easter Bunny.
5. In order to get to the point where I had a BA in computer network administration, I went through 7 years, 4 colleges (University of Northern Iowa, University of Iowa, Marycrest International University, and St. Ambrose University), and 4 majors (history, anthropology, graphic communications, and cna).
6. Sometimes, there is nothing in this world that I hate more than myself.
7. My favorite memories of college involve a dance troupe I was in. It was a folk dance troupe that did traditional dances from all over the world. I could sing in Romanian, did dances from Greece, Hungary, Egypt, waltzes and polkas and even a line dance or two. I miss that very much.
I don't know seven people to tag...but I'll tag fish.
Rules:
1. Link to your original tagger and list these rules in your post
2. Share 7 facts about yourself in the post
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post, leave their names & links to their blogs
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged
Okiedokie. Except I'm not sure that I know 7 seven people to tag.
1. Although I don't subscribe to any organized religion, I get giddy over what I call "science of Jesus" stuff. Books and tv shows about factual biblical things just make me happy, I have no idea why. Best TV Show ever? Mysteries of the Bible. Holla.
2. Instead of a headboard, we have pillows that sit against the wall and the pillows we sleep on. Sometimes, one of my cats will sleep on that pillow right above my head. She has the magical (and most likely entirely in my head) ability to make headaches go away by putting her paw on my forehead while she's laying up there.
3. I am 31 years old, and I sleep with a stuffed frog.
4. My sister (the Goon) is the funniest person I know. Together, we have created the car-ride-Muppet-dance, the Asshole dance (which has a complete backstory about flinging assholes over one's shoulder after cutting them out at a slaughterhouse), PimpdaddySnuggles, and the Evil Easter Bunny.
5. In order to get to the point where I had a BA in computer network administration, I went through 7 years, 4 colleges (University of Northern Iowa, University of Iowa, Marycrest International University, and St. Ambrose University), and 4 majors (history, anthropology, graphic communications, and cna).
6. Sometimes, there is nothing in this world that I hate more than myself.
7. My favorite memories of college involve a dance troupe I was in. It was a folk dance troupe that did traditional dances from all over the world. I could sing in Romanian, did dances from Greece, Hungary, Egypt, waltzes and polkas and even a line dance or two. I miss that very much.
I don't know seven people to tag...but I'll tag fish.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sometimes, I can't even come up with a word that describes some of the asshats I work with.
Asshat seems to work fine for now.
Today was payday. Today, we also had 50 pizzas delivered for lunch. Imagine 127 hungry asshat boys, and 1 female office manager. Guess who got to do all the work?
Hi.
I don't mind about the work - I really don't. I don't mind that I had to pick up 50 pizzas and bring them into the plant and set up the room.
We hand out checks during lunch. Of course, I was running around like a crazy person during and after lunch, so I didn't get back to my desk until about 1:30. My boys delight in tattling on each other, so in a very short amount of time, I hear about a particular one of my boys who was whining in another office about his hours.
He was short his normal hours because he'd gone to an orientation class, and was only paid for the time the class lasted. He apparently told everyone in hearing range that if he'd have known that, he would have sat his happy ass in that office for an extra 45 minutes so he could get a full days pay.
Which wouldn't have worked anyway. But moving on.
Why is this boy an asshat?
Because this is what he does. If he has a complaint against me (which he's always WRONG ABOUT), he never comes to ME about it. I hear his bitching from other employees who gleefully come in and give me all the details. To my face, he never has the balls to confront me.
So I confronted him about it today. See, I'd known this would happen when this boy saw his check, I even warned his supervisor about it yesterday. Because he's an ASSHAT. *ahem*
So I waited until he came into the office, and I cheerfully asked if he had anything he wanted to discuss with me. He said no.
Sometimes...there just aren't words.
Asshat seems to work fine for now.
Today was payday. Today, we also had 50 pizzas delivered for lunch. Imagine 127 hungry asshat boys, and 1 female office manager. Guess who got to do all the work?
Hi.
I don't mind about the work - I really don't. I don't mind that I had to pick up 50 pizzas and bring them into the plant and set up the room.
We hand out checks during lunch. Of course, I was running around like a crazy person during and after lunch, so I didn't get back to my desk until about 1:30. My boys delight in tattling on each other, so in a very short amount of time, I hear about a particular one of my boys who was whining in another office about his hours.
He was short his normal hours because he'd gone to an orientation class, and was only paid for the time the class lasted. He apparently told everyone in hearing range that if he'd have known that, he would have sat his happy ass in that office for an extra 45 minutes so he could get a full days pay.
Which wouldn't have worked anyway. But moving on.
Why is this boy an asshat?
Because this is what he does. If he has a complaint against me (which he's always WRONG ABOUT), he never comes to ME about it. I hear his bitching from other employees who gleefully come in and give me all the details. To my face, he never has the balls to confront me.
So I confronted him about it today. See, I'd known this would happen when this boy saw his check, I even warned his supervisor about it yesterday. Because he's an ASSHAT. *ahem*
So I waited until he came into the office, and I cheerfully asked if he had anything he wanted to discuss with me. He said no.
Sometimes...there just aren't words.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sometimes I open up a page to write, because I can feel words bubbling to the surface...but the bubbles never pop. Or...they do, but they burn like boiling water, and I snatch my hand away and scowl at the page.
I'm not sure which it is right now. I feel like I have so much to say, but...maybe there's just too much, and like a crowded elevator, everyone's trying to get off at once and it creates a bottleneck.
I have a lot of fear in me about a lot of different subjects, I think. I've always had to tiptoe around fear and sort of approach it in smaller and smaller circles. Maybe I just haven't reached the smallest circle yet.
I'm not sure which it is right now. I feel like I have so much to say, but...maybe there's just too much, and like a crowded elevator, everyone's trying to get off at once and it creates a bottleneck.
I have a lot of fear in me about a lot of different subjects, I think. I've always had to tiptoe around fear and sort of approach it in smaller and smaller circles. Maybe I just haven't reached the smallest circle yet.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I'm trying to convince myself that I should start a running program.
Because I rely heavily on logic, I shall indulge this quirk o' mine and list out the facts.
1. I am currently at least 95 pounds overweight. I have been hovering around 275, and my goal weight is 180. I realize that for my height (5'9"), the ideal weight is more between 130 and 160 - however, I've always thought that I would look sickly at that weight.
2. I have done the work regarding my eating habits. Well, mostly. There are still a lot of issues that I continually work on, but at the very least I have acknowledged them and have a chat with them now and then. I eat much better now than I have, without starving myself. I believe that on a normal day, I probably eat around 2200 calories.
3. I have issues with exercising. My issue is manifested in laziness and excuses. I continually attempt to create a habit of working out, but I am never able to follow through for more than a few weeks.
4. I am terrified of what is beneath my fat. This is not a logical fact in any way, shape, or form, and that adds to my terror. I believe that part of my issue with exercising is not only being afraid of failing once again, but also being afraid of actually DOING it. I am afraid that beneath the layers of...ick...that there's nothing under there. There's nothing in me except the fat.
5. I am the only one who can change this.
I bought running clothes. I have sports bras and a stopwatch, and have downloaded a beginner's runnning program.
But somehow...I just can't step out the door.
Because I rely heavily on logic, I shall indulge this quirk o' mine and list out the facts.
1. I am currently at least 95 pounds overweight. I have been hovering around 275, and my goal weight is 180. I realize that for my height (5'9"), the ideal weight is more between 130 and 160 - however, I've always thought that I would look sickly at that weight.
2. I have done the work regarding my eating habits. Well, mostly. There are still a lot of issues that I continually work on, but at the very least I have acknowledged them and have a chat with them now and then. I eat much better now than I have, without starving myself. I believe that on a normal day, I probably eat around 2200 calories.
3. I have issues with exercising. My issue is manifested in laziness and excuses. I continually attempt to create a habit of working out, but I am never able to follow through for more than a few weeks.
4. I am terrified of what is beneath my fat. This is not a logical fact in any way, shape, or form, and that adds to my terror. I believe that part of my issue with exercising is not only being afraid of failing once again, but also being afraid of actually DOING it. I am afraid that beneath the layers of...ick...that there's nothing under there. There's nothing in me except the fat.
5. I am the only one who can change this.
I bought running clothes. I have sports bras and a stopwatch, and have downloaded a beginner's runnning program.
But somehow...I just can't step out the door.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Why this bisexual blogger supports Miss California
My blog isn't read often, so this probably won't get seen much...but I had to voice my opinion about this whole Miss California / Perez Hilton thing. After all...I'm entitled to my opinion, aren't I?
Personally, I don't consider myself bisexual. I live with my boyfriend of nearly 7 years. I just happen to also have a woman in my life that I fell in love with. I'm not normally attracted to women enough to consider myself bisexual, but maybe just the fact that I love a woman makes me one. Who knows - it's all semantics to me. I have always been a supporter of gay rights, and I do support gay marriage.
I support gay marriage for the simple legalities. I believe that "marriage" has become a catch-all phrase for a ceremony that includes not only religious meaning, but legal meaning. I believe that those two things should never be combined. I believe that the "lawmakers" (whomever they might have been forever-ago) shouldn't have used the religious marriage ceremony as a basis for legal rights - however, I also understand that they probably didn't have much else to go on, and that religious diversity was not an issue at that point in time as it is now. I believe that the religious meaning of marriage should be defined by religions, and that the legal state of marriage should be defined by the law (at either state or federal level).
Religion is, and always has been, a deeply personal experience. For the record, I also do not affiliate myself with any organized religion, though I do consider myself to be personally spiritual. However, I would never have the arrogance to tell someone what they should believe in, just as I expect no one to tell me what I should believe in. As long as those religious beliefs do not hurt anyone (physically, not emotionally), then I believe that people should be able to believe what they wish.
I didn't watch the telecast of the Miss USA contest. I have read transcripts of the question posed by Perez Hilton and the answer given by Miss California on various news websites, including MSNBC, FOXnews, and ABC.
I have to wonder...did Perez know that his question would be answered by Miss California?
I have no problem with the question itself - I question the appropriateness of it simply because of it's ties to religious beliefs. What if Perez had asked if she supported terrorist movements against the US, and she happened to be a member of the Taliban? (I know, I know...so many things wrong with that picture, but go with the analogy)
Basically...no matter how she answered, she was going to be booed by someone.
On top of that, Perez had to go and call her out on his website (which I completely admit to visiting on more than one occasion), calling her names. Let's see...who came out looking like a better person there? Sorry Perez...I'm personally boycotting your site now. The hate that came out of your mouth after being given an honest answer to a question of opinion was nothing better than the hatred against gays. Hatred is hatred...it doesn't know sexual orientation, skin color, or religious beliefs.
So, why do I support her? Because she was honest. She gave an honest, opinionated answer to a question about her opinion.
Do I agree with her? Of course not. But you bet your ass I support her opinion.
Personally, I don't consider myself bisexual. I live with my boyfriend of nearly 7 years. I just happen to also have a woman in my life that I fell in love with. I'm not normally attracted to women enough to consider myself bisexual, but maybe just the fact that I love a woman makes me one. Who knows - it's all semantics to me. I have always been a supporter of gay rights, and I do support gay marriage.
I support gay marriage for the simple legalities. I believe that "marriage" has become a catch-all phrase for a ceremony that includes not only religious meaning, but legal meaning. I believe that those two things should never be combined. I believe that the "lawmakers" (whomever they might have been forever-ago) shouldn't have used the religious marriage ceremony as a basis for legal rights - however, I also understand that they probably didn't have much else to go on, and that religious diversity was not an issue at that point in time as it is now. I believe that the religious meaning of marriage should be defined by religions, and that the legal state of marriage should be defined by the law (at either state or federal level).
Religion is, and always has been, a deeply personal experience. For the record, I also do not affiliate myself with any organized religion, though I do consider myself to be personally spiritual. However, I would never have the arrogance to tell someone what they should believe in, just as I expect no one to tell me what I should believe in. As long as those religious beliefs do not hurt anyone (physically, not emotionally), then I believe that people should be able to believe what they wish.
I didn't watch the telecast of the Miss USA contest. I have read transcripts of the question posed by Perez Hilton and the answer given by Miss California on various news websites, including MSNBC, FOXnews, and ABC.
I have to wonder...did Perez know that his question would be answered by Miss California?
I have no problem with the question itself - I question the appropriateness of it simply because of it's ties to religious beliefs. What if Perez had asked if she supported terrorist movements against the US, and she happened to be a member of the Taliban? (I know, I know...so many things wrong with that picture, but go with the analogy)
Basically...no matter how she answered, she was going to be booed by someone.
On top of that, Perez had to go and call her out on his website (which I completely admit to visiting on more than one occasion), calling her names. Let's see...who came out looking like a better person there? Sorry Perez...I'm personally boycotting your site now. The hate that came out of your mouth after being given an honest answer to a question of opinion was nothing better than the hatred against gays. Hatred is hatred...it doesn't know sexual orientation, skin color, or religious beliefs.
So, why do I support her? Because she was honest. She gave an honest, opinionated answer to a question about her opinion.
Do I agree with her? Of course not. But you bet your ass I support her opinion.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
For a long time, Moose and I struggled with our D/s relationship. What we finally realized was that we needed to concentrate on aspects of our "base" relationship so that the D/s part could be possible. We both had issues with past relationships that we needed to resolve.
We forgot about the D/s stuff for awhile...we came close to breaking up (which was totally and admittedly my fault)...and then it turned around, and we've been better than ever. Except for all the stuff I blew up about a few posts back.
And I've been struggling with that, with the thought process of a woman versus the thought process of a slave. The slave in me wonders why I'm not happy. The slave in me boggles at my need to be recognized by him. Why is all of this so important to me? Why can't I just let it go? The woman in me wonders why the slave even asks those questions. I feel like...inside my head, the woman and the slave are staring at each other in the uncomfortable silence of two people who speak different languages.
It would have been easier when I could separate being a woman and a slave. Now that the two are so joined for me, I'm struggling.
We forgot about the D/s stuff for awhile...we came close to breaking up (which was totally and admittedly my fault)...and then it turned around, and we've been better than ever. Except for all the stuff I blew up about a few posts back.
And I've been struggling with that, with the thought process of a woman versus the thought process of a slave. The slave in me wonders why I'm not happy. The slave in me boggles at my need to be recognized by him. Why is all of this so important to me? Why can't I just let it go? The woman in me wonders why the slave even asks those questions. I feel like...inside my head, the woman and the slave are staring at each other in the uncomfortable silence of two people who speak different languages.
It would have been easier when I could separate being a woman and a slave. Now that the two are so joined for me, I'm struggling.
"Woman" - Delta Goodrem
I worked late but you don't wait up
My bones ache and I'm cleaning the place up
Sometimes i don't even know I care
I sit down take off my make-up
I lay down but you don't wake up
Sometimes I wonder if you know I'm there
I can't remember the last time you
Told me I'm beautiful, and I can't remember
Last time you said anything at all
I'm a woman
A woman with a heart
And I deserve your all
I'm not some girl who don't know what she wants
I'm a woman
And I need to be touched
And I need to be loved
'cause being just your woman is not enough
Now i hope that you don't wake up
When it's too late to make up
You'll be the one that's alone and that's sad
In time you'll find somebody
The truth is she'll never be me
And that's when you're going to miss what we had
When all I really needed to hear was "you're beautiful"
All I really needed to hear was anything at all
I'm a woman
A woman with a heart
And I deserve your all
I'm not some girl who don't know what she wants
I'm a woman
And I need to be touched
And I need to be loved
'cause being just your woman is not enough
I'm not your friend who only needs you sometimes
And if I'm your lady
You got to treat me like...
I'm a woman
A woman with a heart
And I deserve your all
I'm not some girl who don't know what she wants
I'm a woman
And I need to be touched
And I need to be loved
'cause being just your woman is not enough
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Just something that I can relate to lately.
I worked late but you don't wait up
My bones ache and I'm cleaning the place up
Sometimes i don't even know I care
I sit down take off my make-up
I lay down but you don't wake up
Sometimes I wonder if you know I'm there
I can't remember the last time you
Told me I'm beautiful, and I can't remember
Last time you said anything at all
I'm a woman
A woman with a heart
And I deserve your all
I'm not some girl who don't know what she wants
I'm a woman
And I need to be touched
And I need to be loved
'cause being just your woman is not enough
Now i hope that you don't wake up
When it's too late to make up
You'll be the one that's alone and that's sad
In time you'll find somebody
The truth is she'll never be me
And that's when you're going to miss what we had
When all I really needed to hear was "you're beautiful"
All I really needed to hear was anything at all
I'm a woman
A woman with a heart
And I deserve your all
I'm not some girl who don't know what she wants
I'm a woman
And I need to be touched
And I need to be loved
'cause being just your woman is not enough
I'm not your friend who only needs you sometimes
And if I'm your lady
You got to treat me like...
I'm a woman
A woman with a heart
And I deserve your all
I'm not some girl who don't know what she wants
I'm a woman
And I need to be touched
And I need to be loved
'cause being just your woman is not enough
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Just something that I can relate to lately.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I made it. I got up all five days and did my biking.
That said (with all due celebratory boob-shaking and whatnot), yesterday was a...strange, upsetting day.
While driving into work, I started thinking about things (stop looking surprised), and I got a little down. Not hugely down, just kind of...pensive. While I was at work (the whole three hours I was there), I was in a good mood. Laughing, joking, etc. Happy frog.
Then...I went to the Devil's Playground. A.K.A. - Wal-mart.
I have had a theory about this particular Wal-Mart for awhile. It goes something like this:
This particular Wal-Mart is possessed by something ancient and evil that simply fills everyone with either stupidity or rage the moment those automatic doors whoosh behind them.
Normally I can let these things slide. But yesterday...yesterday, while pushing my grocery cart of noms and clutching my pink paper of grocey-listness, I fell thoroughly into the rage-filled category. I was raging at this stupid mom with three stupid kids who looked at me waiting for her to get out of my way and didn't move. Three different times. I was seething at the two old women who had to fill up the paper bags for frozen items IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE, and then have the guts to look up at me and laugh.
But it was more than that.
I was raging at everything...god, by the time I got home, I could have easily done something criminal and gleefully giggled about it. I don't ever remember being so pissed off...I was angry about work, about Wal-Mart, about the asshole driving so slow in front of me, about my situation with Moose...it just caught me off-guard, the intensity of it.
I came home and basically told Moose that he should stay the hell away from me until I woke up from a nap, because I was liable to say things I shouldn't. Or maybe I should. I don't know.
We've been talking about his reluctance to marry. We've gotten to the point that he has realized that breaking a promise that he made to himself when he was five is more important than the life he has now.
Moose is...very self-focused. Things are important only if they affect him. When a choice must be made, logic fails against which item is -his-. Take, for instance, the garage situation. There's a two car garage. He has 4 vehicles. One has taken up permanent residency in the yard with a recliner rotting in the back. (Don't even TELL me how hick this is. I know.) One is parked outside and is used on an infrequent basis, but still used. One is his baby, a 79 Trans Am that is taking up one of the spots in the garage with much understanding. The other is a car a few years old that he bought about a year ago go that he wouldn't have to spend a fortune on gas and is used daily. This car is parked in the garage as well.
I have a 2007 Honda Fit. I bought it new. I have parked it in the garage twice. It bothers me that he thinks his cars are more important than my newer and more expensive car. It bothers me that he wants me to feel like a part of his life, but he can't give up a freaking space in his garage after seven years of being together. It bothers me that this winter, when I asked him to please move my car into the garage when he left for work, he did it once. One time.
Yeah, it might sound petty. But things like this happen all the time. I do the picking-up on a daily basis around the house. When I don't, he gets all frustrated and decides that the house must be cleaned RIGHTNOWOMG, getting into one of his whirlwinds where he wears himself out and gets even more frustrated in the process.
I do things because if I don't, they won't get done.
And more and more, I'm wondering why in the hell I'm doing it.
He has an idea of himself. He wants to be this coolguyrockstar, the one who his friends wish they could be. What he doesn't realize is that he already has given that up. Or maybe he does realize it, and regrets it. The thing is, this coolguyrockstar made a promise that he'd never get married. And he is clinging to that like a dying man...thinking that will "save" him, from whatever. From life, maybe.
It's not just about getting married anymore. It's about my future with him.
So, he needs to make a decision. He needs to choose between coolguyrockstar...and reality. One will have me around....the other won't.
That said (with all due celebratory boob-shaking and whatnot), yesterday was a...strange, upsetting day.
While driving into work, I started thinking about things (stop looking surprised), and I got a little down. Not hugely down, just kind of...pensive. While I was at work (the whole three hours I was there), I was in a good mood. Laughing, joking, etc. Happy frog.
Then...I went to the Devil's Playground. A.K.A. - Wal-mart.
I have had a theory about this particular Wal-Mart for awhile. It goes something like this:
This particular Wal-Mart is possessed by something ancient and evil that simply fills everyone with either stupidity or rage the moment those automatic doors whoosh behind them.
Normally I can let these things slide. But yesterday...yesterday, while pushing my grocery cart of noms and clutching my pink paper of grocey-listness, I fell thoroughly into the rage-filled category. I was raging at this stupid mom with three stupid kids who looked at me waiting for her to get out of my way and didn't move. Three different times. I was seething at the two old women who had to fill up the paper bags for frozen items IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE, and then have the guts to look up at me and laugh.
But it was more than that.
I was raging at everything...god, by the time I got home, I could have easily done something criminal and gleefully giggled about it. I don't ever remember being so pissed off...I was angry about work, about Wal-Mart, about the asshole driving so slow in front of me, about my situation with Moose...it just caught me off-guard, the intensity of it.
I came home and basically told Moose that he should stay the hell away from me until I woke up from a nap, because I was liable to say things I shouldn't. Or maybe I should. I don't know.
We've been talking about his reluctance to marry. We've gotten to the point that he has realized that breaking a promise that he made to himself when he was five is more important than the life he has now.
Moose is...very self-focused. Things are important only if they affect him. When a choice must be made, logic fails against which item is -his-. Take, for instance, the garage situation. There's a two car garage. He has 4 vehicles. One has taken up permanent residency in the yard with a recliner rotting in the back. (Don't even TELL me how hick this is. I know.) One is parked outside and is used on an infrequent basis, but still used. One is his baby, a 79 Trans Am that is taking up one of the spots in the garage with much understanding. The other is a car a few years old that he bought about a year ago go that he wouldn't have to spend a fortune on gas and is used daily. This car is parked in the garage as well.
I have a 2007 Honda Fit. I bought it new. I have parked it in the garage twice. It bothers me that he thinks his cars are more important than my newer and more expensive car. It bothers me that he wants me to feel like a part of his life, but he can't give up a freaking space in his garage after seven years of being together. It bothers me that this winter, when I asked him to please move my car into the garage when he left for work, he did it once. One time.
Yeah, it might sound petty. But things like this happen all the time. I do the picking-up on a daily basis around the house. When I don't, he gets all frustrated and decides that the house must be cleaned RIGHTNOWOMG, getting into one of his whirlwinds where he wears himself out and gets even more frustrated in the process.
I do things because if I don't, they won't get done.
And more and more, I'm wondering why in the hell I'm doing it.
He has an idea of himself. He wants to be this coolguyrockstar, the one who his friends wish they could be. What he doesn't realize is that he already has given that up. Or maybe he does realize it, and regrets it. The thing is, this coolguyrockstar made a promise that he'd never get married. And he is clinging to that like a dying man...thinking that will "save" him, from whatever. From life, maybe.
It's not just about getting married anymore. It's about my future with him.
So, he needs to make a decision. He needs to choose between coolguyrockstar...and reality. One will have me around....the other won't.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
So far, I've gotten up all three days to bike in the morning. Yay me!
Oddly enough...I've been inspired to start running as well.
No, wait. Don't get excited and supportive yet, until I explain my reasoning.
See, a friend a work is training to run a marathon that is actually this weekend. She's been talking about it a lot, and a group of us went out for lunch on Tuesday and we were all asking questions. She mentioned that one day she ran 21 miles (OMGWTF?!), and that the one time that she ran 16 miles on a treadmill it told her that she burned something like 2800 calories.
The frog's ears (I know they don't have any, go with it) perked up. 2800 calories? Well, shit. I could eat whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever the fuck I wanted. I just gotta run 16 miles.
*stare*
Moving on.
It's been KA-razay busy at work lately...I got moved over to a new payroll system that truthfully is only like, half done and so I had to create a whole crapload of reports that I needed for billing and such. Much crapness. Though, I rediscovered my love for pivot tables. I heart me some pivot tables. So, what with creating all this stuff, working through bugs, and having to adjust my routine (which if you know me at all is CATASTROPHIC), I've been pretty tired by the time I get home.
I'm also fairly certain I have more gallstones.
AND.
I came out to my mom on Saturday about my "lifestyle choice" - meaning, I told her about my wife. I even told her about the committment ceremony we had. She took it well...I mean, as well as I could have expected. She wasn't all fangirl about it...but she wasn't horrified either. We were having a big discussion in the car about how I think she is/was an awesome parent (she's going through some stuff that's making her a little uncertain), and it just sorta....came out. heh. I always thought that if I ever did tell her, that she'd still love me and all of that...and she does, she said so...said she just wants me to be happy and all of that. But I tell you what, doing that left me pretty much brainless until Monday. I came home on Saturday and Moose pretty much told me that I had the same look in my eyes that I used to get after a particularly heavy beating - i.e. I was "somewhere else." It completely drained me...even though it wasn't a negative experience in the slightest. I still worry about what she thinks of it all...but I probably will for awhile no matter what is said, because I'm lame like that.
Oddly enough...I've been inspired to start running as well.
No, wait. Don't get excited and supportive yet, until I explain my reasoning.
See, a friend a work is training to run a marathon that is actually this weekend. She's been talking about it a lot, and a group of us went out for lunch on Tuesday and we were all asking questions. She mentioned that one day she ran 21 miles (OMGWTF?!), and that the one time that she ran 16 miles on a treadmill it told her that she burned something like 2800 calories.
The frog's ears (I know they don't have any, go with it) perked up. 2800 calories? Well, shit. I could eat whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever the fuck I wanted. I just gotta run 16 miles.
*stare*
Moving on.
It's been KA-razay busy at work lately...I got moved over to a new payroll system that truthfully is only like, half done and so I had to create a whole crapload of reports that I needed for billing and such. Much crapness. Though, I rediscovered my love for pivot tables. I heart me some pivot tables. So, what with creating all this stuff, working through bugs, and having to adjust my routine (which if you know me at all is CATASTROPHIC), I've been pretty tired by the time I get home.
I'm also fairly certain I have more gallstones.
AND.
I came out to my mom on Saturday about my "lifestyle choice" - meaning, I told her about my wife. I even told her about the committment ceremony we had. She took it well...I mean, as well as I could have expected. She wasn't all fangirl about it...but she wasn't horrified either. We were having a big discussion in the car about how I think she is/was an awesome parent (she's going through some stuff that's making her a little uncertain), and it just sorta....came out. heh. I always thought that if I ever did tell her, that she'd still love me and all of that...and she does, she said so...said she just wants me to be happy and all of that. But I tell you what, doing that left me pretty much brainless until Monday. I came home on Saturday and Moose pretty much told me that I had the same look in my eyes that I used to get after a particularly heavy beating - i.e. I was "somewhere else." It completely drained me...even though it wasn't a negative experience in the slightest. I still worry about what she thinks of it all...but I probably will for awhile no matter what is said, because I'm lame like that.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wow.
So....what a week. I think that officially my brain has permanently decayed to a state of goo. New payroll systems, conference calls, limited time, uncertainty about the state of affairs at work and general OMGWTF-ness has left me a blabbering fool.
I've been doing alright with my goals...I did get up early two days to bike, and that's more than what I did last week, so I'm trying to remember that. If I think about how I ONLY got up two days to bike, then I get in spiral-fail-mode...so...
Yay me!! Yay me for getting up two days!!
So....what a week. I think that officially my brain has permanently decayed to a state of goo. New payroll systems, conference calls, limited time, uncertainty about the state of affairs at work and general OMGWTF-ness has left me a blabbering fool.
I've been doing alright with my goals...I did get up early two days to bike, and that's more than what I did last week, so I'm trying to remember that. If I think about how I ONLY got up two days to bike, then I get in spiral-fail-mode...so...
Yay me!! Yay me for getting up two days!!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each days a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned
Leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day
If tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
If today was your last day
Going against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts cause there's no second try
So live it like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your whole life
If today was your last day
If tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
And would you call old friends you never see
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies
And would you find that one your dreaming of
Swear up and down to god above
That you'll finally fall in love
If today was your last day
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark
On ending a broken heart
You know it's never too late
To shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
Cause you can't rewind
A moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
Cause the hands of time
Are never on your side
If today was your last day
If tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
And would you call old friends you never see
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies
And would you find that one your dreaming of
Swear up and down to god above
That you'll finally fall in love
If today was your last day
-If Today Was Your Last Day, Nickelback
He said each days a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned
Leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
If today was your last day
If tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
If today was your last day
Going against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts cause there's no second try
So live it like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your whole life
If today was your last day
If tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
And would you call old friends you never see
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies
And would you find that one your dreaming of
Swear up and down to god above
That you'll finally fall in love
If today was your last day
If today was your last day
Would you make your mark
On ending a broken heart
You know it's never too late
To shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
Cause you can't rewind
A moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
Cause the hands of time
Are never on your side
If today was your last day
If tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have
And would you call old friends you never see
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies
And would you find that one your dreaming of
Swear up and down to god above
That you'll finally fall in love
If today was your last day
-If Today Was Your Last Day, Nickelback
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Everytime that fog lifts, I am grateful. I remember when I never thought I would see it go away, when I thought that it would forever be a part of me...so when it does recede, I am that much more happy.
Do I have a lot of work to do? Oh yes. Am I ready for it? I'm not sure. But, I'm not overwhelmed by it at the moment...so I'm happy with that fact alone.
Someone gave me a compliment the other day...one I've never considered for myself. They said: "...ready to be in the world as someone not looking for anything, but happy in yourself that you dont -need- someone else. I think its the biggest triumph youve ever made. or any woman has ever made that Ive had the privelidge of watching."
We were talking about how my slavery has changed from an external process into an internal one, and how I no longer feel like someone else...has to bring my slavery out. It simply is there, inside me, all the time, and while others can influence how much shows...they cannot influence the fact that it exists.
I wish that I could project that contentment into other areas of myself.
Do I have a lot of work to do? Oh yes. Am I ready for it? I'm not sure. But, I'm not overwhelmed by it at the moment...so I'm happy with that fact alone.
Someone gave me a compliment the other day...one I've never considered for myself. They said: "...ready to be in the world as someone not looking for anything, but happy in yourself that you dont -need- someone else. I think its the biggest triumph youve ever made. or any woman has ever made that Ive had the privelidge of watching."
We were talking about how my slavery has changed from an external process into an internal one, and how I no longer feel like someone else...has to bring my slavery out. It simply is there, inside me, all the time, and while others can influence how much shows...they cannot influence the fact that it exists.
I wish that I could project that contentment into other areas of myself.
274.
I found myself torn between two states of mind today. The first was familiar - I wanted to figure out just how I had let myself get back up to 274. I wanted to linger and marinate in the past, going over every minute detail and punishing myself for every bad decision, every morsel of food that I didn't need. The second was newer to me, and I'm sort of eyeballing it with a wary caution. I felt ready to move on - to take that factual information of 274 and implement it into a new direction.
Weird. But hey...I've got nothing to loose in trying a new direction. Except about 100 pounds.
So on the way to work today, I started thinking about things I wanted to start doing. I want to start writing in my blog more. I want to start exercising more. Okay, check. What about things I'm doing now that I want to continue doing? I want to continue taking care of the house like we have in the past couple of weeks. I want to keep making dinner at night and eating at the table, instead of in the living room. I want to keep being mindful of the food I am eating, and I want to keep trying to eat more vegetables. I want to continue bringing healthy (interesting that I originally typed in "good" and then backspaced...) food into work with me. Alright - I'm already doing these things, so I should be able to keep them up.
When I got up this morning, I set my alarm so that I could wake up in time to get on the bike for 30 minutes in the morning. I can watch the news while I do it so that it goes by faster, and plan out what I want to wear that day, too. I'm really trying to not jinx myself by thinking that it'll be too hard, or that I won't do it. If I can, then I will have my 30 minutes of exercise in each day before I get home from work, and if I feel I have enough energy to do more, I can before or after dinner. Plus, I remember that when I was exercising in the morning before, I was feeling more energized in the morning - which can't hurt.
I just looked on WedMD, and their BMI Calculator doohickey says that I should be weighing somewhere between 125 and 169 to be healthy. Hrm. I actually think that's a little low for me...I still would like to hit somewhere between 190 and 200 and see where that leaves me. It also says that my caloric intake for each day should be around 1900. I know I can do it...hell, I was restricting myself to 500 calories a day at one point. I know that I usually eat around 700 calories during the day at work, so that leaves plenty for a good dinner. I don't really think I need to concentrate much on my eating habits - I think I've done enough work on that over this past year that I feel comfortable where I am right now, I might just need to watch myself more at dinner time.
Right now though...I can feel the creeping darkness start in around the edges of my vision. Nice image, eh? That's what it feels like...like my peripheral vision is clouded, and it's steadily affecting how I see things. I feel ugly, and upset, and a whole bunch of other undesirable u-words. It's probably just due to getting my period soon, but in the moment...sometimes it still feels like it can stay forever. I need to stay busy, at least until I get home.
I found myself torn between two states of mind today. The first was familiar - I wanted to figure out just how I had let myself get back up to 274. I wanted to linger and marinate in the past, going over every minute detail and punishing myself for every bad decision, every morsel of food that I didn't need. The second was newer to me, and I'm sort of eyeballing it with a wary caution. I felt ready to move on - to take that factual information of 274 and implement it into a new direction.
Weird. But hey...I've got nothing to loose in trying a new direction. Except about 100 pounds.
So on the way to work today, I started thinking about things I wanted to start doing. I want to start writing in my blog more. I want to start exercising more. Okay, check. What about things I'm doing now that I want to continue doing? I want to continue taking care of the house like we have in the past couple of weeks. I want to keep making dinner at night and eating at the table, instead of in the living room. I want to keep being mindful of the food I am eating, and I want to keep trying to eat more vegetables. I want to continue bringing healthy (interesting that I originally typed in "good" and then backspaced...) food into work with me. Alright - I'm already doing these things, so I should be able to keep them up.
When I got up this morning, I set my alarm so that I could wake up in time to get on the bike for 30 minutes in the morning. I can watch the news while I do it so that it goes by faster, and plan out what I want to wear that day, too. I'm really trying to not jinx myself by thinking that it'll be too hard, or that I won't do it. If I can, then I will have my 30 minutes of exercise in each day before I get home from work, and if I feel I have enough energy to do more, I can before or after dinner. Plus, I remember that when I was exercising in the morning before, I was feeling more energized in the morning - which can't hurt.
I just looked on WedMD, and their BMI Calculator doohickey says that I should be weighing somewhere between 125 and 169 to be healthy. Hrm. I actually think that's a little low for me...I still would like to hit somewhere between 190 and 200 and see where that leaves me. It also says that my caloric intake for each day should be around 1900. I know I can do it...hell, I was restricting myself to 500 calories a day at one point. I know that I usually eat around 700 calories during the day at work, so that leaves plenty for a good dinner. I don't really think I need to concentrate much on my eating habits - I think I've done enough work on that over this past year that I feel comfortable where I am right now, I might just need to watch myself more at dinner time.
Right now though...I can feel the creeping darkness start in around the edges of my vision. Nice image, eh? That's what it feels like...like my peripheral vision is clouded, and it's steadily affecting how I see things. I feel ugly, and upset, and a whole bunch of other undesirable u-words. It's probably just due to getting my period soon, but in the moment...sometimes it still feels like it can stay forever. I need to stay busy, at least until I get home.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Relationship meme
1. Who eats more?
Me. OMG me. Me, the out-of-control over-eater.
2. Who said “I love you” first?
I think he did. I don't remember, but I remember being pretty sure early on.
3. Who is the morning person?
I'm a morning person Monday through Thursday. After Thursday, my switch gets flipped. And normally he works third shift, soooo...
4. Who sings better?
I don't know that I've ever really -heard- him sing. He does moose-calls pretty good, though.
5. Who’s older?
Him, by almost 6 years. (HA!)
6. Who’s smarter?
He says he's not smart, but he is. He's extremely mechanically inclined, and can figure pretty much anything out. He's taught himself all about computers, can fix cars, broken water pipes, and my bad days.
7. Who’s temper is worse?
We both have issues with bottling things up until we explode, but we've been working on our communication skills the last few years, and have made some good changes. I don't know about which is worse, but my outbursts tend to be violent and short, while he tends to carry grudges.
8. Who does the laundry?
Normally I do, but he's been helping since he cleaned the basement.
9. Who does the dishes?
Again...normally I do, but he's been helping because he was laid off for a couple of weeks.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
As you look at the bed, the right side is mine. M.I.N.E. The left side is stinkyboyland.
11. Who’s feet are bigger?
His, although I think we're pretty close.
12. Who’s hair is longer?
Mine used to be, but he just might have me trumped now that I got my hair cut to my shoulders.....
13. Who’s better with the computer?
I was, but he is catching up and has probably passed me in a few areas.
14. Do you have pets?
Two black cats - Lana and Lia.
15. Who pays the bills?
We don't share money at all - so we each pay our own bills. As far as household bills goes, he pays the house payment and gas/electric, and I pay for water and amenities.
16. Who cooks dinner?
We both do, depending on what we're hungry for. If we're having pasta or tacos, he cooks.
17. Who drives when you are together?
Usually he does - only because I can't freaking stand the fidgiting he does when he's a passenger.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
We take turns, usually.
19. Who’s the most stubborn?
He is. OMG he is. But he won't admit it. Ever.
20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
Me. I sometimes admit to being wrong when I'm not wrong.
21. Who’s family do you see more?
I think we see them about the same...his live about 10 minutes away, and mine are only about 45 minutes away.
22. Who named your pet?
I did - the cats actually have Russian names that we shortened. Svetlana Schmoo and Feodalia Foo.
23. Who kissed who first?
He kissed me first. Watching the sun rise after we met for the first time and stayed up all night at a park by the river...
24. Who asked who out?
I think I suggested actually meeting somewhere...
26. Who’s more sensitive?
Oo. I'm not sure. He can be pretty sensitive - he's revealed some things to me that have surprised me. But of course, he never says anything about it....
27. Who’s taller?
He is, by a few inches.
28. Who has more friends?
Him. He has way more friends than I do...He's quite a social moose.
29. Who has more siblings?
He has two brothers, I have one sister. We're both the oldest, though.
Me. OMG me. Me, the out-of-control over-eater.
2. Who said “I love you” first?
I think he did. I don't remember, but I remember being pretty sure early on.
3. Who is the morning person?
I'm a morning person Monday through Thursday. After Thursday, my switch gets flipped. And normally he works third shift, soooo...
4. Who sings better?
I don't know that I've ever really -heard- him sing. He does moose-calls pretty good, though.
5. Who’s older?
Him, by almost 6 years. (HA!)
6. Who’s smarter?
He says he's not smart, but he is. He's extremely mechanically inclined, and can figure pretty much anything out. He's taught himself all about computers, can fix cars, broken water pipes, and my bad days.
7. Who’s temper is worse?
We both have issues with bottling things up until we explode, but we've been working on our communication skills the last few years, and have made some good changes. I don't know about which is worse, but my outbursts tend to be violent and short, while he tends to carry grudges.
8. Who does the laundry?
Normally I do, but he's been helping since he cleaned the basement.
9. Who does the dishes?
Again...normally I do, but he's been helping because he was laid off for a couple of weeks.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
As you look at the bed, the right side is mine. M.I.N.E. The left side is stinkyboyland.
11. Who’s feet are bigger?
His, although I think we're pretty close.
12. Who’s hair is longer?
Mine used to be, but he just might have me trumped now that I got my hair cut to my shoulders.....
13. Who’s better with the computer?
I was, but he is catching up and has probably passed me in a few areas.
14. Do you have pets?
Two black cats - Lana and Lia.
15. Who pays the bills?
We don't share money at all - so we each pay our own bills. As far as household bills goes, he pays the house payment and gas/electric, and I pay for water and amenities.
16. Who cooks dinner?
We both do, depending on what we're hungry for. If we're having pasta or tacos, he cooks.
17. Who drives when you are together?
Usually he does - only because I can't freaking stand the fidgiting he does when he's a passenger.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
We take turns, usually.
19. Who’s the most stubborn?
He is. OMG he is. But he won't admit it. Ever.
20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
Me. I sometimes admit to being wrong when I'm not wrong.
21. Who’s family do you see more?
I think we see them about the same...his live about 10 minutes away, and mine are only about 45 minutes away.
22. Who named your pet?
I did - the cats actually have Russian names that we shortened. Svetlana Schmoo and Feodalia Foo.
23. Who kissed who first?
He kissed me first. Watching the sun rise after we met for the first time and stayed up all night at a park by the river...
24. Who asked who out?
I think I suggested actually meeting somewhere...
26. Who’s more sensitive?
Oo. I'm not sure. He can be pretty sensitive - he's revealed some things to me that have surprised me. But of course, he never says anything about it....
27. Who’s taller?
He is, by a few inches.
28. Who has more friends?
Him. He has way more friends than I do...He's quite a social moose.
29. Who has more siblings?
He has two brothers, I have one sister. We're both the oldest, though.
Friday, January 2, 2009
i feel like i've learned a lot this year...but when i try to think of things to actually record and document them, i go blank. =(
i did learn that digestive issues suck ass, and not in a good way.
i did learn that i have major body image issues. Well, i guess that's kind of a duh statement, but i *did* accept that i have major body image issues.
i did learn that i am entirely too lazy.
i did learn that one can become a Star Wars geek through osmosis.
i learned a lot about my slavery - what it means to me, and what it shouldn't mean to other people.
i learned about being grateful for having the family i have.
i learned that i love my silly little cats.
i learned that i need to spend my energy on the things that matter, and stop wasting it on things that don't.
Well...some of these are things i already knew, but have re-learned. Like how much i love Darrin and Melly, and how much of a boring nerd i am. But yeah...lots of volume, little words.
i did learn that digestive issues suck ass, and not in a good way.
i did learn that i have major body image issues. Well, i guess that's kind of a duh statement, but i *did* accept that i have major body image issues.
i did learn that i am entirely too lazy.
i did learn that one can become a Star Wars geek through osmosis.
i learned a lot about my slavery - what it means to me, and what it shouldn't mean to other people.
i learned about being grateful for having the family i have.
i learned that i love my silly little cats.
i learned that i need to spend my energy on the things that matter, and stop wasting it on things that don't.
Well...some of these are things i already knew, but have re-learned. Like how much i love Darrin and Melly, and how much of a boring nerd i am. But yeah...lots of volume, little words.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Well. The frog has been remiss.
Most importantly, last Tuesday i had surgery to remove my gall bladder. OMGWTF. i did NOT know that three little cuts could hurt so fucking much. i've always been a bit sensitive to anesthesia, so after i finally got into surgery at around 1pm, i didn't actually get out the hospital until about 9pm because i kept throwing up - which, i'm sure you can imagine, just made everything feel so much better.
O.o
Side note: i wasn't aware that the gall bladder was intimately tied to things such as a vomiting, coughing and sneezing. Doing any of these things literally makes me cry like a little bitch.
i haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep because i can't really be in one position for a long time, though last night was better. i just now found out that cheddar cheese is apparently something i can no longer eat, because after i had some this morning, it tried it's very best to claw itself out of my body ASAP. OMG, so much pain. It radiated from the painful hole where my GB used to be all the way into my sternum. i even had pain medication IN me, so i can't imagine what it would have been like without it.
i haven't really noticed much of a difference from my symptoms before, but that's probably because the pain has been taking up most of my concentration - though i have noticed that except for today's cheese debaucle, i haven't really been nauseated. i just can't eat very much at one time - i'm getting full very quickly.
i haven't returned to work yet - i go back to the doctor tomorrow so he can give me the go ahead.
tammy - thanks for the note, i'm hoping mine works out too.
Most importantly, last Tuesday i had surgery to remove my gall bladder. OMGWTF. i did NOT know that three little cuts could hurt so fucking much. i've always been a bit sensitive to anesthesia, so after i finally got into surgery at around 1pm, i didn't actually get out the hospital until about 9pm because i kept throwing up - which, i'm sure you can imagine, just made everything feel so much better.
O.o
Side note: i wasn't aware that the gall bladder was intimately tied to things such as a vomiting, coughing and sneezing. Doing any of these things literally makes me cry like a little bitch.
i haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep because i can't really be in one position for a long time, though last night was better. i just now found out that cheddar cheese is apparently something i can no longer eat, because after i had some this morning, it tried it's very best to claw itself out of my body ASAP. OMG, so much pain. It radiated from the painful hole where my GB used to be all the way into my sternum. i even had pain medication IN me, so i can't imagine what it would have been like without it.
i haven't really noticed much of a difference from my symptoms before, but that's probably because the pain has been taking up most of my concentration - though i have noticed that except for today's cheese debaucle, i haven't really been nauseated. i just can't eat very much at one time - i'm getting full very quickly.
i haven't returned to work yet - i go back to the doctor tomorrow so he can give me the go ahead.
tammy - thanks for the note, i'm hoping mine works out too.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
i went with Darrin today to vacuum and wash his car. We stopped at the grocery store on the way back, and as we were leaving i noticed that there were what i call "corn flakes" in the air - basically it's bits of corn leaves from the grain elevator a few blocks over. They were covering his newly washed car, and we were making jokes about it. Then i said, "Well, at least your car gets to sit in the garage!"
i sincerely meant it as a joke, but Darrin immediately got defensive about it. The subject has come up before - even though my car is newer and was more expensive, my car is the one that sits outside all year long, while Darrin's Trans Am and his car take up the double car garage.
i got irritated. Yeah, i got freaking irritated. i know that i'm supposed to be a slave and all, but dammit - he keeps spouting off these reasons why i should feel dumb for not feeling settled and for wanting to be married. How if he didn't really want me in the house he would have kicked me out years ago, blahblahblah. Fine. But when shit like this is thrown in my face, when he tells me that he considers me an EQUAL but so obviously gives less than a shit about MY things and makes me consider HIS things first - somewhere there's a communication break-down.
So right now? i AM feeling like a slave. i'm feeling like a taken-for-granted, forgotten-in-the-corner, convenient-when-needed slave. i feel like i trade room and board for buying groceries every week, paying the water bill, cable bill, internet bill and phone bills, cleaning the house (because OMG if he has to), doing his fucking laundry, and providing a pussy when he wants to fuck.
i sincerely meant it as a joke, but Darrin immediately got defensive about it. The subject has come up before - even though my car is newer and was more expensive, my car is the one that sits outside all year long, while Darrin's Trans Am and his car take up the double car garage.
i got irritated. Yeah, i got freaking irritated. i know that i'm supposed to be a slave and all, but dammit - he keeps spouting off these reasons why i should feel dumb for not feeling settled and for wanting to be married. How if he didn't really want me in the house he would have kicked me out years ago, blahblahblah. Fine. But when shit like this is thrown in my face, when he tells me that he considers me an EQUAL but so obviously gives less than a shit about MY things and makes me consider HIS things first - somewhere there's a communication break-down.
So right now? i AM feeling like a slave. i'm feeling like a taken-for-granted, forgotten-in-the-corner, convenient-when-needed slave. i feel like i trade room and board for buying groceries every week, paying the water bill, cable bill, internet bill and phone bills, cleaning the house (because OMG if he has to), doing his fucking laundry, and providing a pussy when he wants to fuck.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
This week has been quite the eye-opener for me.
For a long time, i felt like a big hypocrite. i said i was submissive, but i wasn't really...anyway, i don't want to dwell on that. i've done quite enough of that.
So, anyway. A few weeks ago, Darrin and i had a big discussion about the state of our D/s lives. i had been feeling more and more submissive towards him - not actively, but more like i was finally relaxing into my natural state. Which is weird after 6 years, right? Whatever. While we were having said big talk, he finally told me some things about how he'd felt over the years and it totally made sense to me.
Basically, i was an ass.
Moving on.
Near the end of the talk, i told Darrin that i felt like i was ready to take that step again, to be more actively submissive. He hesitated. He said that because of everything that had happened, he was a little leery of just stepping forward. i completely agreed, and felt entirely comfortable both deciding and telling him that it was completely up to him.
You see...my whole problem in the past was that...well, was because i was thinking like a submissive. i was doing things like...well, for instance, one time he gave me orders for things to do after work, and i didn't understand them. Because i didn't understand them, i didn't do them, and it led to a fight. You see? Our D/s life was all about me...and that's changed.
i know, i know. i can sit here all damn day and say that it's changed - but does anyone believe me? Hell, i don't care. i believe me. i feel different. This past week, he gave me pretty much the same orders for things to do after work...and this time, i did them without question. i understand better about the reasons why he wanted these things, so that definitely helps. Fish asked me what i got as a reward if i did these things all week....and i was seriously at a loss for words. i never even thought about a reward...it was just, he said - i did. And i was HAPPY doing it. i still don't feel like i need a reward...i even called him today to ask for permission to change things around a bit. i think that i could hear a smile in his voice when i asked...i hope so anyway.
For a long time, i felt like a big hypocrite. i said i was submissive, but i wasn't really...anyway, i don't want to dwell on that. i've done quite enough of that.
So, anyway. A few weeks ago, Darrin and i had a big discussion about the state of our D/s lives. i had been feeling more and more submissive towards him - not actively, but more like i was finally relaxing into my natural state. Which is weird after 6 years, right? Whatever. While we were having said big talk, he finally told me some things about how he'd felt over the years and it totally made sense to me.
Basically, i was an ass.
Moving on.
Near the end of the talk, i told Darrin that i felt like i was ready to take that step again, to be more actively submissive. He hesitated. He said that because of everything that had happened, he was a little leery of just stepping forward. i completely agreed, and felt entirely comfortable both deciding and telling him that it was completely up to him.
You see...my whole problem in the past was that...well, was because i was thinking like a submissive. i was doing things like...well, for instance, one time he gave me orders for things to do after work, and i didn't understand them. Because i didn't understand them, i didn't do them, and it led to a fight. You see? Our D/s life was all about me...and that's changed.
i know, i know. i can sit here all damn day and say that it's changed - but does anyone believe me? Hell, i don't care. i believe me. i feel different. This past week, he gave me pretty much the same orders for things to do after work...and this time, i did them without question. i understand better about the reasons why he wanted these things, so that definitely helps. Fish asked me what i got as a reward if i did these things all week....and i was seriously at a loss for words. i never even thought about a reward...it was just, he said - i did. And i was HAPPY doing it. i still don't feel like i need a reward...i even called him today to ask for permission to change things around a bit. i think that i could hear a smile in his voice when i asked...i hope so anyway.
Monday, August 18, 2008
From Submissive Journal Prompts:
“Our lives improve only when we take chances - and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.” -Walter Anderson
*stare*
i'm trying to write more, so i figured journal prompts are a good way to go.
Fat chance, fatso.
So...i agree with the quote above. Lives improve only when chances are taken, no matter what form those chances are. There is another quote that i like that says something about how in order for things to move forward, something must die. It sounds harsh, but really...it's true. Moving forward in life means taking chances.
As far as being honest with oneself...
Ugh. It IS hard. And it IS difficult. And it mainly just blows...but it's got to happen. i mean...there have been quite a few times where i've had to take a good long look in my proverbial mirror and i hated what i saw. i winced, but i had to keep looking because otherwise i couldn't change what i hated about myself. i had to accept those ugly things about myself in order to deal with them, and move forward.
Gah. Move forward, move forward. i sound like a broken record.
“Our lives improve only when we take chances - and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.” -Walter Anderson
*stare*
i'm trying to write more, so i figured journal prompts are a good way to go.
Fat chance, fatso.
So...i agree with the quote above. Lives improve only when chances are taken, no matter what form those chances are. There is another quote that i like that says something about how in order for things to move forward, something must die. It sounds harsh, but really...it's true. Moving forward in life means taking chances.
As far as being honest with oneself...
Ugh. It IS hard. And it IS difficult. And it mainly just blows...but it's got to happen. i mean...there have been quite a few times where i've had to take a good long look in my proverbial mirror and i hated what i saw. i winced, but i had to keep looking because otherwise i couldn't change what i hated about myself. i had to accept those ugly things about myself in order to deal with them, and move forward.
Gah. Move forward, move forward. i sound like a broken record.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I am unwritten
can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
the pen's in my hand
ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition
sometimes my tries
are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
to not make mistakes
but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
-Excerpt from "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield
Now that the obligatory lyrics have been shared....
i was listening to this song today on the way to work. i tend to have a lot of profound thoughts on my way to work - might it be because it before 5am? Probably, cause otherwise i'm just not that cool.
Anyway.
i was listening to this song and trying to work my head around my current problem - my self-image. Or...lack of positive self-image. Weight loss, exercise, motivation...all that crap that i have been struggling with for-ev-ER.
i think i'm afraid of loosing weight. i cannot for the LIFE OF ME think of any other reason that i CANNOT seem to do the things i need to do: for instance, i absolutely, positively WILL NOT DIE if i don't eat that damn donut. i absolutely, positively WILL NOT DIE if i go workout for 30 minutes like i'm paying to do. i absolutely, positively WILL NOT DIE if i don't binge. So why do i have such troubles with these things?
So...i played the Why Game. Now, the Why Game is not a fun, silly party-game. Oftentimes, the Why Game makes the frog cry. But, it's been useful to me - when i've been open and accepting of the answers. Here's how to play.
Start with a question of something that on your mind: for instance, my game started with "Why do i want to loose weight?" The first answer to pop in your head, no matter how inane it sounds, is used. Then...ask yourself Why. See my mental conversation below.
Why do i want to loose weight? To wear pretty clothes
Why? Because i'm tired of wearing ugly clothes
Why? Because i can't fit into any pretty clothes
Why? Because i won't eat right or exercise like i should.
Why? Because i don't want to.
Why? Because i am afraid.
Why? Because i think that people still won't like me even if i'm pretty.
Why? Because i'm ugly everywhere.
You see? Mucho emo.
However...through playing that game, i did realize that i am indeed afraid of loosing weight. i want to be attractive, i want to turn heads and have people flirt with me. But i'm so afraid of it at the same time...i haven't quite wrapped my head around that why yet, but i'm getting there.
So maybe my motivational problems have more to do with fear than i originally intended. Either way, i need to somehow re-focus that fear into positive, healthy results for me.
The whole...weight issue terrifies me. Just last Sunday, i was flipping through the TV and saw a show on TLC about a man that weighed over 1,000 pounds. They showed the rescue workers actually cutting out a wall of this man's house, of this special gurney that had to be used, of the 50 ker-billion people that had to help move this massive human being. They described his condition, saying that his flesh was stretched so tight that all the water was leaking from his skin cells and soaking the bed, that there was blood and fecal matter under his nails....
...and the frog flipped right the fuck out. Oh, holy shit. Fecal matter?!? Soaked bed?! OMG. i had what was quite possibly my first panic attack in 3 years. i literally panicked at the thought of letting myself get to that state.
But it's like...i never DO anything about that fear of getting so inhumanly obese. i know that i'm no where near that point right now - but still, in those moments, it seems like such a near possibility. But i do nothing!
*sighs*
Gotta fight harder.
can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
the pen's in my hand
ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition
sometimes my tries
are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
to not make mistakes
but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
-Excerpt from "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield
Now that the obligatory lyrics have been shared....
i was listening to this song today on the way to work. i tend to have a lot of profound thoughts on my way to work - might it be because it before 5am? Probably, cause otherwise i'm just not that cool.
Anyway.
i was listening to this song and trying to work my head around my current problem - my self-image. Or...lack of positive self-image. Weight loss, exercise, motivation...all that crap that i have been struggling with for-ev-ER.
i think i'm afraid of loosing weight. i cannot for the LIFE OF ME think of any other reason that i CANNOT seem to do the things i need to do: for instance, i absolutely, positively WILL NOT DIE if i don't eat that damn donut. i absolutely, positively WILL NOT DIE if i go workout for 30 minutes like i'm paying to do. i absolutely, positively WILL NOT DIE if i don't binge. So why do i have such troubles with these things?
So...i played the Why Game. Now, the Why Game is not a fun, silly party-game. Oftentimes, the Why Game makes the frog cry. But, it's been useful to me - when i've been open and accepting of the answers. Here's how to play.
Start with a question of something that on your mind: for instance, my game started with "Why do i want to loose weight?" The first answer to pop in your head, no matter how inane it sounds, is used. Then...ask yourself Why. See my mental conversation below.
Why do i want to loose weight? To wear pretty clothes
Why? Because i'm tired of wearing ugly clothes
Why? Because i can't fit into any pretty clothes
Why? Because i won't eat right or exercise like i should.
Why? Because i don't want to.
Why? Because i am afraid.
Why? Because i think that people still won't like me even if i'm pretty.
Why? Because i'm ugly everywhere.
You see? Mucho emo.
However...through playing that game, i did realize that i am indeed afraid of loosing weight. i want to be attractive, i want to turn heads and have people flirt with me. But i'm so afraid of it at the same time...i haven't quite wrapped my head around that why yet, but i'm getting there.
So maybe my motivational problems have more to do with fear than i originally intended. Either way, i need to somehow re-focus that fear into positive, healthy results for me.
The whole...weight issue terrifies me. Just last Sunday, i was flipping through the TV and saw a show on TLC about a man that weighed over 1,000 pounds. They showed the rescue workers actually cutting out a wall of this man's house, of this special gurney that had to be used, of the 50 ker-billion people that had to help move this massive human being. They described his condition, saying that his flesh was stretched so tight that all the water was leaking from his skin cells and soaking the bed, that there was blood and fecal matter under his nails....
...and the frog flipped right the fuck out. Oh, holy shit. Fecal matter?!? Soaked bed?! OMG. i had what was quite possibly my first panic attack in 3 years. i literally panicked at the thought of letting myself get to that state.
But it's like...i never DO anything about that fear of getting so inhumanly obese. i know that i'm no where near that point right now - but still, in those moments, it seems like such a near possibility. But i do nothing!
*sighs*
Gotta fight harder.
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