April is sexual assault awareness month. As such, I wanted to write a little something and provide some statistics. (facts and statistics gathered from the links below)
Myth: "It can't happen to me." Rape is an isolated, infrequent event that only happens to certain kinds of people.
Fact: Anyone can be sexually assaulted. Studies show that sexual assault happens to people of all ages, people of color, lesbians/gays, people with disabilities, and people of every racial, ethnic, religious, economic and social background.
Myth: "She asked for it." Women often provoke rape by their own behavior: wearing low-cut clothing, going out alone, staying out late, being drunk, kissing, etc.
Fact: No one asks to be sexually assaulted. People have the right to be safe from sexual violence. The offender, not the survivor, must be held responsible for this crime.
Myth: Women frequently "cry rape".
Fact: The FBI reports that false accusations account for only 2% of all reported sexual assaults. This is no higher than false reports for any other crime. It is believed that rapes are UNDER reported.
Myth: It's not rape if the couple is dating or is married.
Fact: Unwanted sexual activity in any relationship qualifies as sexual assault.
Myth: Rape has to do with sex and passion.
Fact: Rape has to do with interpersonal violence.
Myth: Most sexual assaults are committed by strangers in out of the way places.
Fact: Over 70% of sexual assaults are committed by someone the survivor knows. Over 40% of sexual assaults occur in the victim's home and another 30% take place in the home of a friend, neighbor or relative.
- 1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime.
- 17.7 million American women have been victims of attempted or completed rape.
- 1 in 33 American men have experienced an attempted or completed rape in their lifetime.
- 2.78 million men in the U.S. have been victims of sexual assault or rape.
- 15% of sexual assault and rape victims are under age 12.
- Girls ages 16-19 are 4 times more likely than the general population to be victims of rape, attempted rape, or sexual assault.
- In 1995, local child protection service agencies identified 126,000 children who were victims of either substantiated or indicated sexual abuse.
- 93% of juvenile sexual assault victims know their attacker.
Victims of sexual assault are:
3 times more likely to suffer from depression.
6 times more likely to suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.
13 times more likely to abuse alcohol.
26 times more likely to abuse drugs.
4 times more likely to contemplate suicide.
Learn how to talk to your children about sexual abuse:
http://www.rainn.org/
For sexual abuse and domestic violence information, resources or assistance:
http://mvwcs.com/index.html
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Suicide, Choices, Compassion and More
Today I've spent a great deal of time in thought as a young life was tragically ended earlier this week. High school junior, Dana Hannibal, made the choice to take her own life on February 29, 2012. As a mother, my heart breaks for her family.
In the wake of this tragic loss, a Facebook event was started called "Hands & Words are Not for Hurting." You would think that such an event wouldn't be controversial and people could get on board. However I've noticed some comments that caused even more thinking on my part.
Some of the comments seem to be coming from individuals that I would say are most likely under the age of 20. Some of the comments seem pretty harsh, judgmental and cruel.
At first I was angry. Then I realized that these youth really don't have any life experience to make any truly informed opinions on such an emotional and difficult subject matter. As such, I think I'll let those comments slide.
But I do have some things to say on the subject.
Suicide is a choice that is not lightly made. Suicide is typically an option utilized when someone feels so much darkness and despair that they truly feel there is no other viable option to them. (I'm not taking into account death with dignity due to a diminished quality of life - that's whole other ball of wax and thought process.) Most people cannot fathom the emotional turmoil and complete hopelessness that someone feels when they've reached this point.
When someone takes their own life, those left behind may beat themselves up for weeks, months or even years. They may wonder what they missed. Was there a sign that they didn't see? Were they not paying attention? Was there a cry for help?
Some friends and loved ones left behind may feel angry. You have that right. You may feel that the person who left you was selfish. Again, you have that right. While I don't want to take anything away from what you're feeling in your time of mourning, I would ask that you are compassionate in how you vocalize how upset you are. It can be very upsetting to someone else to hear you say how selfish their departed loved one was. This is a trying time for everyone.
The other subject that I want to touch on is bullies.
I've been quite heartbroken to see several people make some pretty cruel comments and join some rather distasteful groups in response to individuals who have taken their own lives in response to bullies.
For this portion, I will share my own tale of woe and near demise.
It's certainly no secret that as a child I was not well liked. I was not popular. I was picked on. I was bullied. Try as I might, I simply could not make friends easily and I was always striving to be with those who wanted nothing to do with me. By the time I reached middle school, my heart was breaking with the loneliness.
I couldn't be me, because who I was wasn't someone that people liked. My parents didn't have much money and I was learning that this is what other people found desirable. I didn't have name brand clothes. I'd been on the "school takes the poor kids to get free clothes shopping" list and nothing I ever did seemed to be good enough. Add to that the changes in my developing body, the things people said about me that weren't true and the undermined identity I was trying to create and I was an unfortunate mess waiting for an unfortunate event.
People didn't seem to know or care that, even though I was a virgin and didn't know a thing about sex or making out, classmates called me a slut and a whore. People didn't seem to know or care that some people physically harmed me at school. I'd been hit. I'd been pushed. I'd been shoved. I'd had someone slam my locker on my head. I'd had my hair pulled. People didn't seem to know or care that the "popular" girls made fun of my hair and my clothes and my makeup. They made fun of my home because we lived in a city housing development. They made fun of me because we received free lunch. When I was in an accident and ripped the ligaments and the tendons in my knee and had to wear a full leg brace and use crutches, people called me a liar and said that I was faking. Boys told people that I had sex with them and that I performed certain acts on them when I had never had a thing to do with them and didn't even know what those acts were.
When I made the decision that I'd had enough, I cried. I felt so completely overwhelmed with life. I felt so hated. I felt that there was no reason for me to exist because so many people seemed to despise my very being. I just wanted all of the pain to end. For people that don't deal with this type of abuse day in and day out, you have no idea how exhausting it is. It tears at your soul. You pray every night to go to sleep and simply never wake up. You want it to happen without your intervention. You have no will to go on. You have no desire to move forward. You don't want to talk about it. You don't want to tell anyone because you fear more ridicule and pain if someone knows. You only want it to end. If you have never felt such emotional turmoil, you can never, ever know what it feels like to want nothing more than to close you eyes and to never have them open again.
In my case, I stole my mothers heart pills. I took an entire bottle and went to sleep. I hoped to have my wish of falling asleep and never waking up.
The only reason I woke was that my friend Angel called and someone woke me up. I didn't answer the phone. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Violently. I felt funny. I didn't tell anyone what had happened. They just thought I was sick with the flu or something for a few days. I was really sick.
I recovered. My mom never asked about her medication. I never shared the tale before today.
After that, I didn't attempt to take my life again. I engaged in other destructive behavior. I'm glad that I didn't. I have a beautiful family that I love with all of my heart. I'm able to share my stories. I'm able to help others.
And with that story I beg those of you that take bullying lightly to rethink your stance. You may think that they're just words and that people should "just get over it" but I'm here to tell you that unless you've been through it, you truly have no idea how painful and desperate such things can make you feel.
Think of it another way, if you can.
What if it were your child being picked on? What if it were your child being bullied? If you can't picture your own child, try your sister or brother. What if their bully has driven them to the darkness that I felt. Can you still so easily say "get over it?" Do you still consider a suicide victim to be an ignorant cunt? Are you still so easily able to laugh at them?
It takes only a little compassion to possibly save a life. Please take this into consideration in the future.
If you or someone you know is contemplating suicide, there are resources. Please visit http://suicidepreventionlifeline.com/ or call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or in Spanish 888-628-9454.
Other helpful resources:
http://us.reachout.com/
http://www.orpartnership.org/
877-553-8366
http://www.nami.org/
800-951-NAMI
http://www.anxietypanicsupport.com/
800-64-PANIC
http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/
800-931-2237
http://www.gamblersanonymous.org/ga/index.php
888-424-3577
http://www.addictioncareoptions.com/
800-784-6776
Please share these resources. Perhaps you can play some part in saving a bright young life.
Rest in Peace Dana. The world truly is a dimmer place without your shining soul in it.
In the wake of this tragic loss, a Facebook event was started called "Hands & Words are Not for Hurting." You would think that such an event wouldn't be controversial and people could get on board. However I've noticed some comments that caused even more thinking on my part.
Some of the comments seem to be coming from individuals that I would say are most likely under the age of 20. Some of the comments seem pretty harsh, judgmental and cruel.
At first I was angry. Then I realized that these youth really don't have any life experience to make any truly informed opinions on such an emotional and difficult subject matter. As such, I think I'll let those comments slide.
But I do have some things to say on the subject.
Suicide is a choice that is not lightly made. Suicide is typically an option utilized when someone feels so much darkness and despair that they truly feel there is no other viable option to them. (I'm not taking into account death with dignity due to a diminished quality of life - that's whole other ball of wax and thought process.) Most people cannot fathom the emotional turmoil and complete hopelessness that someone feels when they've reached this point.
When someone takes their own life, those left behind may beat themselves up for weeks, months or even years. They may wonder what they missed. Was there a sign that they didn't see? Were they not paying attention? Was there a cry for help?
Some friends and loved ones left behind may feel angry. You have that right. You may feel that the person who left you was selfish. Again, you have that right. While I don't want to take anything away from what you're feeling in your time of mourning, I would ask that you are compassionate in how you vocalize how upset you are. It can be very upsetting to someone else to hear you say how selfish their departed loved one was. This is a trying time for everyone.
The other subject that I want to touch on is bullies.
I've been quite heartbroken to see several people make some pretty cruel comments and join some rather distasteful groups in response to individuals who have taken their own lives in response to bullies.
For this portion, I will share my own tale of woe and near demise.
It's certainly no secret that as a child I was not well liked. I was not popular. I was picked on. I was bullied. Try as I might, I simply could not make friends easily and I was always striving to be with those who wanted nothing to do with me. By the time I reached middle school, my heart was breaking with the loneliness.
I couldn't be me, because who I was wasn't someone that people liked. My parents didn't have much money and I was learning that this is what other people found desirable. I didn't have name brand clothes. I'd been on the "school takes the poor kids to get free clothes shopping" list and nothing I ever did seemed to be good enough. Add to that the changes in my developing body, the things people said about me that weren't true and the undermined identity I was trying to create and I was an unfortunate mess waiting for an unfortunate event.
People didn't seem to know or care that, even though I was a virgin and didn't know a thing about sex or making out, classmates called me a slut and a whore. People didn't seem to know or care that some people physically harmed me at school. I'd been hit. I'd been pushed. I'd been shoved. I'd had someone slam my locker on my head. I'd had my hair pulled. People didn't seem to know or care that the "popular" girls made fun of my hair and my clothes and my makeup. They made fun of my home because we lived in a city housing development. They made fun of me because we received free lunch. When I was in an accident and ripped the ligaments and the tendons in my knee and had to wear a full leg brace and use crutches, people called me a liar and said that I was faking. Boys told people that I had sex with them and that I performed certain acts on them when I had never had a thing to do with them and didn't even know what those acts were.
When I made the decision that I'd had enough, I cried. I felt so completely overwhelmed with life. I felt so hated. I felt that there was no reason for me to exist because so many people seemed to despise my very being. I just wanted all of the pain to end. For people that don't deal with this type of abuse day in and day out, you have no idea how exhausting it is. It tears at your soul. You pray every night to go to sleep and simply never wake up. You want it to happen without your intervention. You have no will to go on. You have no desire to move forward. You don't want to talk about it. You don't want to tell anyone because you fear more ridicule and pain if someone knows. You only want it to end. If you have never felt such emotional turmoil, you can never, ever know what it feels like to want nothing more than to close you eyes and to never have them open again.
In my case, I stole my mothers heart pills. I took an entire bottle and went to sleep. I hoped to have my wish of falling asleep and never waking up.
The only reason I woke was that my friend Angel called and someone woke me up. I didn't answer the phone. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Violently. I felt funny. I didn't tell anyone what had happened. They just thought I was sick with the flu or something for a few days. I was really sick.
I recovered. My mom never asked about her medication. I never shared the tale before today.
After that, I didn't attempt to take my life again. I engaged in other destructive behavior. I'm glad that I didn't. I have a beautiful family that I love with all of my heart. I'm able to share my stories. I'm able to help others.
And with that story I beg those of you that take bullying lightly to rethink your stance. You may think that they're just words and that people should "just get over it" but I'm here to tell you that unless you've been through it, you truly have no idea how painful and desperate such things can make you feel.
Think of it another way, if you can.
What if it were your child being picked on? What if it were your child being bullied? If you can't picture your own child, try your sister or brother. What if their bully has driven them to the darkness that I felt. Can you still so easily say "get over it?" Do you still consider a suicide victim to be an ignorant cunt? Are you still so easily able to laugh at them?
It takes only a little compassion to possibly save a life. Please take this into consideration in the future.
If you or someone you know is contemplating suicide, there are resources. Please visit http://suicidepreventionlifeline.com/ or call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or in Spanish 888-628-9454.
Other helpful resources:
http://us.reachout.com/
http://www.orpartnership.org/
877-553-8366
http://www.nami.org/
800-951-NAMI
http://www.anxietypanicsupport.com/
800-64-PANIC
http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/
800-931-2237
http://www.gamblersanonymous.org/ga/index.php
888-424-3577
http://www.addictioncareoptions.com/
800-784-6776
Please share these resources. Perhaps you can play some part in saving a bright young life.
Rest in Peace Dana. The world truly is a dimmer place without your shining soul in it.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
True Friends are the BEST!
Sometime, particularly these days, I get so wrapped up in my own little world that I forget to appreciate the good things in life.
Take TRUE friends, for example. Sometimes we can forget that we have them. Sometimes we lose track of them. Sometimes we simply forget how awesome they can be and how much we enjoy them.
Some friends, as an example, know that I don't ride horses. Some friends know that I tried once and that the horse moved and it freaked me out because it was so high up off the ground and I was afraid of breaking my neck. Michele laughed. Yet some friends don't think twice when the following text conversation occurs:
Me: Do you have a riding crop I can borrow?
Friend (name changed to protect the innocent): No. Husband (name changed to protect the innocent) threw it away years ago. I have a kind of whip
Me. Naw, thanks tho
Friend: Like how I didn't even question why? That=great friendship
She's absolutely correct. Thank you Name Withheld to Protect the Innocent Friend. I love you!!! =)
Take TRUE friends, for example. Sometimes we can forget that we have them. Sometimes we lose track of them. Sometimes we simply forget how awesome they can be and how much we enjoy them.
Some friends, as an example, know that I don't ride horses. Some friends know that I tried once and that the horse moved and it freaked me out because it was so high up off the ground and I was afraid of breaking my neck. Michele laughed. Yet some friends don't think twice when the following text conversation occurs:
Me: Do you have a riding crop I can borrow?
Friend (name changed to protect the innocent): No. Husband (name changed to protect the innocent) threw it away years ago. I have a kind of whip
Me. Naw, thanks tho
Friend: Like how I didn't even question why? That=great friendship
She's absolutely correct. Thank you Name Withheld to Protect the Innocent Friend. I love you!!! =)
Friday, December 30, 2011
What's That Smell?
It's funny. Every time I visit a friend that has a pet, especially a dog, I come home to a strange third degree. Tonight was no different.
This is how it plays out at my house:
Mommy and Daddy leave at about 6:00 pm. Xander, our beloved Siberian husky, stays at home with the grown children. He pretty much spends his time watching out the window, looking like this:
And eventually he gets tired of the waiting and pouts, looking like this:
When Mommy and Daddy finally do come sauntering in at 10:30pm, Xander tries to look casual as he climbs down from the chair to greet us and love us.
And then it starts.
Dog: **sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff and holds nose against my pant leg and stands perfectly still**
Me: Ok let me explain. So there were these three doggies there. And they were little - tiny really - and they might have climbed onto my lap. But I didn't ask for it, the just sort of just did it. They did it to everyone, not just me. They were really friendly.
Dog: **sniff and looks up at me out of the corner of his eye**
Me: They were really cute and like I said really friendly, but it meant nothing to me. They were just being friendly. That's all. One of them spent a really long time with Andy. He was sitting next to me so that's probably why you smell so much of that one.
Dog: **looks at my pant leg, sniff sniff, holding his nose right against the cloth, continuing to remain perfectly still**
Me: Please don't be like this. ** scratch behind his ears** You know you're my number one dog. It really was no big deal.
Dog: **sniff**
Me: For real! They were all over everyone! It wasn't only me. It's not like they were trying to come home with me or anything. I swear. They were just friendly little house dogs. That's all. Not strays or anything.
Dog: **sniff sniff sniff**
Me: I only fed the one a little piece of sausage from a pizza.
Dog: **backs up two steps**
Me: You know, I really didn't do anything wrong. It's all good. You're my boy. Really you are!
Dog: **walks over to Daddy and curls up at his feet**
Me: You know, he played with them too, ya big baby!
This is how it plays out at my house:
Mommy and Daddy leave at about 6:00 pm. Xander, our beloved Siberian husky, stays at home with the grown children. He pretty much spends his time watching out the window, looking like this:
And eventually he gets tired of the waiting and pouts, looking like this:
When Mommy and Daddy finally do come sauntering in at 10:30pm, Xander tries to look casual as he climbs down from the chair to greet us and love us.
And then it starts.
Dog: **sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff and holds nose against my pant leg and stands perfectly still**
Me: Ok let me explain. So there were these three doggies there. And they were little - tiny really - and they might have climbed onto my lap. But I didn't ask for it, the just sort of just did it. They did it to everyone, not just me. They were really friendly.
Dog: **sniff and looks up at me out of the corner of his eye**
Me: They were really cute and like I said really friendly, but it meant nothing to me. They were just being friendly. That's all. One of them spent a really long time with Andy. He was sitting next to me so that's probably why you smell so much of that one.
Dog: **looks at my pant leg, sniff sniff, holding his nose right against the cloth, continuing to remain perfectly still**
Me: Please don't be like this. ** scratch behind his ears** You know you're my number one dog. It really was no big deal.
Dog: **sniff**
Me: For real! They were all over everyone! It wasn't only me. It's not like they were trying to come home with me or anything. I swear. They were just friendly little house dogs. That's all. Not strays or anything.
Dog: **sniff sniff sniff**
Me: I only fed the one a little piece of sausage from a pizza.
Dog: **backs up two steps**
Me: You know, I really didn't do anything wrong. It's all good. You're my boy. Really you are!
Dog: **walks over to Daddy and curls up at his feet**
Me: You know, he played with them too, ya big baby!
When Silly Dreams Attack
It's no secret that for most of my life, I've been plagued with periods of terrible migraines. I don't know how they are for other folks. I can tell you that mine are not only painful but can be vomit-inducing, face-numbing, sight-damaging, audio and/or visual hallucination creating nightmares. They really aren't pleasant in the slightest.
After my latest bout, which resulted in a trip to the emergency room where they basically placed me into a coma before they sent me away for a CT scan, which I think was really a ruse to try to steal my diamond earrings. Little did they know, that even in my thickly stoned state, this one very slurredly and glossy-eyedly watched for and asked for her diamond earrings once extracted from my magnetic tunnel of doom. Foiled their plans, I did!
Ahem.
I started taking some new medication for my migraines. It's something I have to take every day and it won't actually take effect for about 6-8 weeks, but we hope it will help. Coincidentally, I also started taking a second medication for another issue that I'm dealing with. (PTSD. I'm sorry my lovlies. As much as I adore you and as completely out of character as it is for me not to share, I'm just not ready to go into that dark place with you. We may never travel there. I hope you understand)
So anyway... the point of the blog...
I'm not quite sure which medication makes it happen, but I've noticed that I have some pretty vivid and often times ridiculously amusing dreams. This is just a sample of one such dream.
The setting:
A snowy mountain top. We are walking along a half-frozen creek. There are scattered pine trees of various sizes throughout the mountain. Along the creek, there are a few scattered smaller pines, about 3 feet high. There is also a large pine. His root system reaches to the creek, so that it hangs over the creek and you can reach under the root system.
The dream:
I am on this snowy mountain with my husband, our dear friend Matt and our two boys. We are looking for special pines. We are talking about growing our own Christmas trees. Special Christmas trees.
We've chopped down two of the 3-foot pines. They are set aside on the ground while we search for pine cones.
One of the boys is reaching under the root system of the large pine along the creek, looking for particular pine cones. As we are discussing the desired pine cones, (read everyone else is telling him how to look for pine cones) we notice that the small trees have jumped up, gathered two smaller treelings and have now started running away and up the mountainside.
All we do is watch it and complain how none of us have a camera with us to record this because nobody will believe it when we get home.
******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* *******
That's it. That's the dream. Ridiculous. Now I have to tell my friend that I dreamed about her husband and I have to tell my husband that I dreamed of another man. **sigh**
May all of your dreams be as silly and amusing.
After my latest bout, which resulted in a trip to the emergency room where they basically placed me into a coma before they sent me away for a CT scan, which I think was really a ruse to try to steal my diamond earrings. Little did they know, that even in my thickly stoned state, this one very slurredly and glossy-eyedly watched for and asked for her diamond earrings once extracted from my magnetic tunnel of doom. Foiled their plans, I did!
Ahem.
I started taking some new medication for my migraines. It's something I have to take every day and it won't actually take effect for about 6-8 weeks, but we hope it will help. Coincidentally, I also started taking a second medication for another issue that I'm dealing with. (PTSD. I'm sorry my lovlies. As much as I adore you and as completely out of character as it is for me not to share, I'm just not ready to go into that dark place with you. We may never travel there. I hope you understand)
So anyway... the point of the blog...
I'm not quite sure which medication makes it happen, but I've noticed that I have some pretty vivid and often times ridiculously amusing dreams. This is just a sample of one such dream.
The setting:
A snowy mountain top. We are walking along a half-frozen creek. There are scattered pine trees of various sizes throughout the mountain. Along the creek, there are a few scattered smaller pines, about 3 feet high. There is also a large pine. His root system reaches to the creek, so that it hangs over the creek and you can reach under the root system.
The dream:
I am on this snowy mountain with my husband, our dear friend Matt and our two boys. We are looking for special pines. We are talking about growing our own Christmas trees. Special Christmas trees.
We've chopped down two of the 3-foot pines. They are set aside on the ground while we search for pine cones.
One of the boys is reaching under the root system of the large pine along the creek, looking for particular pine cones. As we are discussing the desired pine cones, (read everyone else is telling him how to look for pine cones) we notice that the small trees have jumped up, gathered two smaller treelings and have now started running away and up the mountainside.
All we do is watch it and complain how none of us have a camera with us to record this because nobody will believe it when we get home.
******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* *******
That's it. That's the dream. Ridiculous. Now I have to tell my friend that I dreamed about her husband and I have to tell my husband that I dreamed of another man. **sigh**
May all of your dreams be as silly and amusing.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
My 30 Days of Thanks
This year, I participated in the 30 Days of Thanks, which took place from November 1st through November 30th. This is my list:
11.01.2011 - I am thankful for the opportunity to take my advocate training. The ability to help others makes me feel all warm and fuzzy
11.02.2011 - I am thankful for my husband's willingness to get up in the morning and start my car for me, to make sure I'm not encased in ice and am somewhat warm when I take off for work. ♥
11.03.2011 - Today I am thankful for cosmetics. I can attempt to look like a human being when I feel like a zombie! =)
11.03.2011 - I’m going to do an extra - what are you gonna do about it?!? I am thankful for my kids - they are dorks and goobers and oh-so-entertaining and they sometimes make me smile and crack me up. I love them so much!
11.04.2011 - On this cold morning, I am thankful for the heat in my home. Old and drafty as it may be, I know there are those out there that don't have such a luxury.
11.05.2011 - I am thankful for my puppy. He loves me unconditionally and I'm his favorite human. It makes me feel special ♥
11.06.2011 - Today I am thankful for our boys. They came into my life and increased the love and devotion in my world. They've been quite the learning adventure and I love them so very much! ♥
11.07.2011 - Today I am thankful for my friends. But there are two in particular, Jonnie Styles and Melinda Mitchell, that I want to call out for their awesomeness. These two are my perpetually positive people. They are amazingly perky and their mere presence lifts my spirits and brings me smiles. If I feel emotionally or mentally spent, these two are there to say a word of encouragement or tell me a joke or do some little thing to make my world a better place. Around them, I am a better person. I strive to be more like them every day. (I fail miserably, but I keep trying! hehe) Thank you ladies. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! ♥
11.08.2011 - Today I am thankful for technology. Without which, I might not have the wonderful folks in my life that I have been blessed with and without which I wouldn't be in communication with my far-away family.
11.09.2011 - Today I am thankful for my "safe places" - those two particular places that I can go to be who I am and say what I need to in order to prevent any violent implosions. I never have to be afraid in those places. The other residents allow me to be me and I know that I'm safe. Thank you to the creators of those safe places. I love you!
11.10.2011 - I am thankful for my weekends and holidays. I don't have to work (usually) and I get that time to decompress and center myself (or try to anyway). And this is my time to be with my loved ones. Weekends and holidays rock!
11.11.2011 - Today (and everyday really) I am thankful to our men and women who serve in our armed forces. I can't even begin to adequately express my appreciation and gratitude for all that you do and that you're willing to do for your country.
11.12.2011 - Today I am thankful for the fabulous mother-in-law that I have been blessed with. She is so sweet, kind, caring, thoughtful and wise. I love it when she comes to visit or when we get a call to chat. (If only she hadn't defected to England! I miss her muchly!)
11.13.2011 - Today I am extra thankful for my wise husband. If he catches me as the rage starts, he has a chance to curb that rage and prevent me from waging war. This morning was one of those days. He talked me into taking the quiet course of action. While the warrior in me still has that blood lust, he is absolutely right. It's just one of the very many reasons that I love him so much! ♥
11.14.2011 - Today I am thankful for all that time that I spent in therapy. While I'm not perfect, it has helped tremendously when dealing with certain situations. It is the primary reason I'm not curled in a ball, crying my eyes out today LOL
11.15.2011 - I am thankful for all of the friends and loved ones that have entered my life and played a part in my world. Sometimes circumstances take them away. Sometimes I am so blessed to have them return. I have had some pretty awesome people in my life, and I'm truly blessed for that.
11.16.2011 - I am thankful for the country in which I live. The people are afforded the right to protest, complain, and try to bring about change. We are all allowed our opinions, even if others don't like it. We are free to make choices and take actions, with some obvious exceptions such as committing violence or stealing, etc. While this country has it's problems, and we all know it does, the people in it are given such freedoms and opportunities that so very many other lack.
11.17.2011 - I am thankful that my children have chosen partners that I like. Their partners treat them with respect and kindness and they treat their partners the same. Thank you to Kylie Stallard for being so good to Mark, thank you Sabrina Nicole Manring for being so good to Aaron and thank you Devon Fitzsimmons for being so good to Shandi. It's one less thing in the world that I need to worry about. I know that they are safe, respected and loved.
11.18.2011 - Today I am thankful for laundry. Not because I like putting it away. I hate that part! But because it means that I actually have clothes to wear. And to add to the blessing, they are weather and season appropriate. I'm thankful for that.
11.19.2011 - I am thankful for my nieces! I love being an Auntie. The girls are so sweet, and I love them dearly. Melina, Brooke, Shantelle and Olivia - I love you so much!
11.20.2011 - Today I am extra thankful for my understanding and accepting friends. As many know, I suffer from a few anxiety-related disorders as a result of a few specific traumatic events in my life: PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder and the obsessive portion of obsessive compulsive disorder. I know the dealing with me when I'm in an attack can be tiring or frustrating. I fret, I catastrophise, I cry, I panic. I behave in a manner that sometimes makes no sense to someone who has never suffered from any of these disorders. For the most part, the people in my life accept that I have these issues and they have learned to work with them. I can't even begin to tell you how much that means to me. You do everything you can to help me. You try to drive home that I am not a burden. You don't let me shut myself off from the world, because I'm feeling like a burden. You let me ramble. You let me share. You let me keep you up past your bed time because I'm having an episode (Thank you Sabrina - I love you!) Without your understanding and support, I would not be as functional as I am. You play such an important part in my life when these events occur, and I can not adequately express precisely how valuable you are to me and how much I sincerely appreciate having you in my life. I love you, my dear friends. ♥
11.21.2011 - Today I am thankful for laughter and smiles. And I just happen to be blessed enough to have several people in my world that bring me plenty of both. Whether I like it or not! Sometimes to the point that my face hurts from smiling and laughing so much. =)
11.22.2011 - Today I am thankful for those unexpected moments of win. When the world feels like it's crashing down on you and nothing matters - then suddenly you are able to help another human being. There is no expectation of anything in return, and they tell you how much they appreciate what you've done for them. Even though it doesn't feel like anything spectacular to you at the moment, once you hear that someone is genuinely appreciative for what you've done, it makes every horrible thing that you've dealt with over the past week seem so pathetic and unimportant.
11.23.2011 - Today I am thankful for long weekends. The final work day seems impossibly long, but the long weekend is closing in. I can't wait!
11.24.2011 - I am thankful to the men and women who serve and protect - our military personnel, firefighters, corrections officers, police officers, paramedics, hospital personnel and others that I've missed - These people give up their holidays with their families so that we can be safe and cared for. And I am thankful for their families who are missing their loved ones during these holidays, as their sacrifice is also recognized. I can never adequately express my sincerest appreciation to you all.
11.25.2011 - I am thankful to get to watch my children grow into young adults and to still have "firsts" to witness. Things like their first apartment, first paycheck, first time driving on the freeway... though the last gives me an anxiety attack LOL - I love to watch them learn and grow ♥
11.26.2011 - I am thankful for those moments where I absolutely know that I'm loved. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the negatives of my world, that I forget how much positive I have in my life. I am so thankful for those moments where I can recognize the good things that surround me. Those moments of clarity are a blessing and I hope that I can open my mind and see all the blessings before me more often.
11.27.2011 - I am thankful for entertainment. I don't have to be siting around bored to death. I can putz around on the internet, read a book, watch me some Walking Dead... being entertained and lost in other worlds for even a little while is amazing and a much needed escape from the trials and tribulations of real life =)
11.28.2011 - I am thankful that I'm a pretty awesome person. I'm not a bigot, a racist, a homophobe or completely closed-minded. I am an honorable person, an ethical person, an honest person and a person who loves fully and without reservation. I have sacrificed for what is right, even though doing right brought me pain, misery and enough tears to flood a small nation. Sometimes, I'm too hard on myself. Sometimes I'm down on myself. Sometimes I feel so very un-awesome it isn't funny. But today, I know otherwise. While it may be "sinful" (depending on who you ask) today I WILL recognize my own greatness and thank the powers that be that I am spectacular! =)
11.29.2011 - I am thankful for left over birthday cake! 'Nuff said :-)
11.30.2011 - I am thankful for family time. It's slowly changing, with the kids growing up and wandering off to live their own little lives. There are only two left at home, so I treasure those moments when we can spend time together.
I am thankful that I participated in this little event. It's helped me to see that every single day, I have something in my life to be thankful for. Despite the trials and tribulations and any amount of chaos, there is something to be thankful for. I really need to remember this when those difficult times appear. It also helps me to see that if there ever comes a time when I can't find something to be thankful for, I should immediately return to my therapist.
I hope that you're all been able to recognize those reasons in your world to be thankful. When you take a moment to appreciate those reasons, it really warms your soul.
Blessings and Love to you all,
~ D ~
11.01.2011 - I am thankful for the opportunity to take my advocate training. The ability to help others makes me feel all warm and fuzzy
11.02.2011 - I am thankful for my husband's willingness to get up in the morning and start my car for me, to make sure I'm not encased in ice and am somewhat warm when I take off for work. ♥
11.03.2011 - Today I am thankful for cosmetics. I can attempt to look like a human being when I feel like a zombie! =)
11.03.2011 - I’m going to do an extra - what are you gonna do about it?!? I am thankful for my kids - they are dorks and goobers and oh-so-entertaining and they sometimes make me smile and crack me up. I love them so much!
11.04.2011 - On this cold morning, I am thankful for the heat in my home. Old and drafty as it may be, I know there are those out there that don't have such a luxury.
11.05.2011 - I am thankful for my puppy. He loves me unconditionally and I'm his favorite human. It makes me feel special ♥
11.06.2011 - Today I am thankful for our boys. They came into my life and increased the love and devotion in my world. They've been quite the learning adventure and I love them so very much! ♥
11.07.2011 - Today I am thankful for my friends. But there are two in particular, Jonnie Styles and Melinda Mitchell, that I want to call out for their awesomeness. These two are my perpetually positive people. They are amazingly perky and their mere presence lifts my spirits and brings me smiles. If I feel emotionally or mentally spent, these two are there to say a word of encouragement or tell me a joke or do some little thing to make my world a better place. Around them, I am a better person. I strive to be more like them every day. (I fail miserably, but I keep trying! hehe) Thank you ladies. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! ♥
11.08.2011 - Today I am thankful for technology. Without which, I might not have the wonderful folks in my life that I have been blessed with and without which I wouldn't be in communication with my far-away family.
11.09.2011 - Today I am thankful for my "safe places" - those two particular places that I can go to be who I am and say what I need to in order to prevent any violent implosions. I never have to be afraid in those places. The other residents allow me to be me and I know that I'm safe. Thank you to the creators of those safe places. I love you!
11.10.2011 - I am thankful for my weekends and holidays. I don't have to work (usually) and I get that time to decompress and center myself (or try to anyway). And this is my time to be with my loved ones. Weekends and holidays rock!
11.11.2011 - Today (and everyday really) I am thankful to our men and women who serve in our armed forces. I can't even begin to adequately express my appreciation and gratitude for all that you do and that you're willing to do for your country.
11.12.2011 - Today I am thankful for the fabulous mother-in-law that I have been blessed with. She is so sweet, kind, caring, thoughtful and wise. I love it when she comes to visit or when we get a call to chat. (If only she hadn't defected to England! I miss her muchly!)
11.13.2011 - Today I am extra thankful for my wise husband. If he catches me as the rage starts, he has a chance to curb that rage and prevent me from waging war. This morning was one of those days. He talked me into taking the quiet course of action. While the warrior in me still has that blood lust, he is absolutely right. It's just one of the very many reasons that I love him so much! ♥
11.14.2011 - Today I am thankful for all that time that I spent in therapy. While I'm not perfect, it has helped tremendously when dealing with certain situations. It is the primary reason I'm not curled in a ball, crying my eyes out today LOL
11.15.2011 - I am thankful for all of the friends and loved ones that have entered my life and played a part in my world. Sometimes circumstances take them away. Sometimes I am so blessed to have them return. I have had some pretty awesome people in my life, and I'm truly blessed for that.
11.16.2011 - I am thankful for the country in which I live. The people are afforded the right to protest, complain, and try to bring about change. We are all allowed our opinions, even if others don't like it. We are free to make choices and take actions, with some obvious exceptions such as committing violence or stealing, etc. While this country has it's problems, and we all know it does, the people in it are given such freedoms and opportunities that so very many other lack.
11.17.2011 - I am thankful that my children have chosen partners that I like. Their partners treat them with respect and kindness and they treat their partners the same. Thank you to Kylie Stallard for being so good to Mark, thank you Sabrina Nicole Manring for being so good to Aaron and thank you Devon Fitzsimmons for being so good to Shandi. It's one less thing in the world that I need to worry about. I know that they are safe, respected and loved.
11.18.2011 - Today I am thankful for laundry. Not because I like putting it away. I hate that part! But because it means that I actually have clothes to wear. And to add to the blessing, they are weather and season appropriate. I'm thankful for that.
11.19.2011 - I am thankful for my nieces! I love being an Auntie. The girls are so sweet, and I love them dearly. Melina, Brooke, Shantelle and Olivia - I love you so much!
11.20.2011 - Today I am extra thankful for my understanding and accepting friends. As many know, I suffer from a few anxiety-related disorders as a result of a few specific traumatic events in my life: PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder and the obsessive portion of obsessive compulsive disorder. I know the dealing with me when I'm in an attack can be tiring or frustrating. I fret, I catastrophise, I cry, I panic. I behave in a manner that sometimes makes no sense to someone who has never suffered from any of these disorders. For the most part, the people in my life accept that I have these issues and they have learned to work with them. I can't even begin to tell you how much that means to me. You do everything you can to help me. You try to drive home that I am not a burden. You don't let me shut myself off from the world, because I'm feeling like a burden. You let me ramble. You let me share. You let me keep you up past your bed time because I'm having an episode (Thank you Sabrina - I love you!) Without your understanding and support, I would not be as functional as I am. You play such an important part in my life when these events occur, and I can not adequately express precisely how valuable you are to me and how much I sincerely appreciate having you in my life. I love you, my dear friends. ♥
11.21.2011 - Today I am thankful for laughter and smiles. And I just happen to be blessed enough to have several people in my world that bring me plenty of both. Whether I like it or not! Sometimes to the point that my face hurts from smiling and laughing so much. =)
11.22.2011 - Today I am thankful for those unexpected moments of win. When the world feels like it's crashing down on you and nothing matters - then suddenly you are able to help another human being. There is no expectation of anything in return, and they tell you how much they appreciate what you've done for them. Even though it doesn't feel like anything spectacular to you at the moment, once you hear that someone is genuinely appreciative for what you've done, it makes every horrible thing that you've dealt with over the past week seem so pathetic and unimportant.
11.23.2011 - Today I am thankful for long weekends. The final work day seems impossibly long, but the long weekend is closing in. I can't wait!
11.24.2011 - I am thankful to the men and women who serve and protect - our military personnel, firefighters, corrections officers, police officers, paramedics, hospital personnel and others that I've missed - These people give up their holidays with their families so that we can be safe and cared for. And I am thankful for their families who are missing their loved ones during these holidays, as their sacrifice is also recognized. I can never adequately express my sincerest appreciation to you all.
11.25.2011 - I am thankful to get to watch my children grow into young adults and to still have "firsts" to witness. Things like their first apartment, first paycheck, first time driving on the freeway... though the last gives me an anxiety attack LOL - I love to watch them learn and grow ♥
11.26.2011 - I am thankful for those moments where I absolutely know that I'm loved. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the negatives of my world, that I forget how much positive I have in my life. I am so thankful for those moments where I can recognize the good things that surround me. Those moments of clarity are a blessing and I hope that I can open my mind and see all the blessings before me more often.
11.27.2011 - I am thankful for entertainment. I don't have to be siting around bored to death. I can putz around on the internet, read a book, watch me some Walking Dead... being entertained and lost in other worlds for even a little while is amazing and a much needed escape from the trials and tribulations of real life =)
11.28.2011 - I am thankful that I'm a pretty awesome person. I'm not a bigot, a racist, a homophobe or completely closed-minded. I am an honorable person, an ethical person, an honest person and a person who loves fully and without reservation. I have sacrificed for what is right, even though doing right brought me pain, misery and enough tears to flood a small nation. Sometimes, I'm too hard on myself. Sometimes I'm down on myself. Sometimes I feel so very un-awesome it isn't funny. But today, I know otherwise. While it may be "sinful" (depending on who you ask) today I WILL recognize my own greatness and thank the powers that be that I am spectacular! =)
11.29.2011 - I am thankful for left over birthday cake! 'Nuff said :-)
11.30.2011 - I am thankful for family time. It's slowly changing, with the kids growing up and wandering off to live their own little lives. There are only two left at home, so I treasure those moments when we can spend time together.
I am thankful that I participated in this little event. It's helped me to see that every single day, I have something in my life to be thankful for. Despite the trials and tribulations and any amount of chaos, there is something to be thankful for. I really need to remember this when those difficult times appear. It also helps me to see that if there ever comes a time when I can't find something to be thankful for, I should immediately return to my therapist.
I hope that you're all been able to recognize those reasons in your world to be thankful. When you take a moment to appreciate those reasons, it really warms your soul.
Blessings and Love to you all,
~ D ~
Friday, November 11, 2011
Happy Birthday, Kendra Michele
It was about 3:25am on Monday, November 11, 1991. I sat straight up in bed, where I had moments before been soundly asleep. I gasped, said “oh no!” and the rush of amniotic fluid burst forth. It was the most disgusting sensation I’d ever experienced in my life!
It was only the morning after my due date and I wasn’t expecting to have my water break. I had only been asleep for a few hours and now I was wide awake with a flood of emotions rushing through me. We had prepared for this. I had a bag packed and ready. I had the doctor’s number. I had my birthing team chosen. Now that it was time, I felt very ill-prepared.
I called my obstetrician and told her what happened. She clarified, making sure that I didn’t simply wet the bed (I can’t imagine how someone mixes THAT up!) and told me to head over to the hospital.
I called Jerry & Tonya’s house to find Susan. I was pretty sure she would take me to the hospital. In a now humorous turn of events, a sleepy Tonya told me that Susan had told then she was at my house for the night. After I begged them not to be mad at her and explained why I was looking for her, they told me that if I couldn’t find her, they would come take me to the hospital. (They’re so sweet!)
I had a pretty good guess as to where Susan was, so I called over there. Pat answered the phone. It’s funny how people start out pissed off when the phone rings at almost 4:00am but how quickly their tune changes when you tell them your water broke and the baby is on the way. He went and got Susan for me who excitedly told me she would be right over. That’s probably the fastest she’s driven in her life, because it wasn’t long at all and she was in the driveway.
I made my other calls to my birthing support staff. Tabitha and Michele came to the hospital right away.
It all started out pretty slow. I had many visitors and my support staff and I talked and joked and had a good time. The contractions were annoying and I was hungry and tired and after several hours and increasing intensity, a nurse came in to give me something “to take the edge off.” I asked what that meant exactly, and she told me that I’d see. It went into my IV and within a couple of minutes, the clock on the wall got all swimmy-looking and I understood what the edge was. I was so grateful!
After about 10 hours, things got pretty intense. I wasn’t dilating and the baby was pressing on my cervix. It was the most excruciating pain I’d ever experienced. Come to think of it, I don’t think anything since has come close to that level of pain.
I had an agreement with my doctor that unless I or the baby was in danger, that I would not undergo a C-section. The doctor remained true to my initial request. No matter how much I begged and cried and whimpered, she did not give in and send me back for the much-requested C-section. I had even stubbornly told her before all this happened that I didn’t even want an epidural. What did I know? I was only 16!
I did, however, agree to IV medications and I am ever-so-thankful for those!
I walked around the hospital, trying to entice my body into working with me. I complained with each step about how gross it was that fluid kept coming from my body. (How much fluid is in there for crying out loud?!?)
Friends came and went. During a calm, drugged phase, Sabrina came to check on me and see how I was doing. I told her I was peachy. Obviously, I was stoned.
Later in the day, I vaguely recall Shawn coming in at check on me and I begged him to kill me. He left right away.
It seemed like forever, when in reality it was about 15 hours, before my body cooperated and agreed to allow the baby to escape. After an additional hour or so, my baby arrived! At 8:13pm on November 11, 1991, Kendra Michele graced the world with her presence. With her full head of dark hair and her nearly black eyes, she was a healthy, round, pink, squalling ball of healthy 8lbs 2oz and 20 inches long with apgars of 9 and 9.
Shortly after your arrival, after the doctors were gone and the room was cleaned up, they allowed visitors to return. I was exhausted and groggy when Ken and Matt came to see me. I was oblivious to the fact that they were there when the nurse decided it was time to try to feed the baby. She pulled out my breast and attached your eager little mouth. Ken and Matt were so shocked! All they could think to do was turn around and admire the lovely wallpaper. Poor guys.
During our labor and delivery stay, the following people (as recorded in your baby book) came to see us:
Michele Christin (Birthing Team) - Tabitha Dowty (Birthing Team) - Susan Cox (Birthing Team and alternate Godparent) - Ken Nott (Godfather and later in life to become step-father) - Ann Rogers (Godmother) - Kenny Christin - Dee Nott (to later become Granny Dee) - Becky Blakely - Terry Smith - Heidi Marxer (Auntie) - Steve Marxer (Grandpa) - Cathy Marxer (Grandma) - Rubble Rob
Brian Merril – Wanda – Tim - Kevin Forsythe – Cathy – Speedy - Mike Abbot - Shawn Kingman - Stephanie Wynia - Bill Lenex - Matt Trussell - Cheryl Lenex - Amy Bryer - Kari Brown - Geneva Melton - Maria Cooper - Ali & Samantha - Glen Williams - Sabrina and Jason - Sean Dooer – Renee – Carrie - Renee and Carrie’s mom
It is obvious that you were well-received and welcomed into the world.
You were my perfect little angel. I couldn’t imagine my world without you.
Now here we are, 20 years later. You are a woman grown, out in the world. You are independent and stubborn and your own person.
Please know that despite your years, your independence and your stubbornness, you are still my precious baby girl and I love you.
Happy 20th Birthday, Kendra Michele.
I love you.
It was only the morning after my due date and I wasn’t expecting to have my water break. I had only been asleep for a few hours and now I was wide awake with a flood of emotions rushing through me. We had prepared for this. I had a bag packed and ready. I had the doctor’s number. I had my birthing team chosen. Now that it was time, I felt very ill-prepared.
I called my obstetrician and told her what happened. She clarified, making sure that I didn’t simply wet the bed (I can’t imagine how someone mixes THAT up!) and told me to head over to the hospital.
I called Jerry & Tonya’s house to find Susan. I was pretty sure she would take me to the hospital. In a now humorous turn of events, a sleepy Tonya told me that Susan had told then she was at my house for the night. After I begged them not to be mad at her and explained why I was looking for her, they told me that if I couldn’t find her, they would come take me to the hospital. (They’re so sweet!)
I had a pretty good guess as to where Susan was, so I called over there. Pat answered the phone. It’s funny how people start out pissed off when the phone rings at almost 4:00am but how quickly their tune changes when you tell them your water broke and the baby is on the way. He went and got Susan for me who excitedly told me she would be right over. That’s probably the fastest she’s driven in her life, because it wasn’t long at all and she was in the driveway.
I made my other calls to my birthing support staff. Tabitha and Michele came to the hospital right away.
It all started out pretty slow. I had many visitors and my support staff and I talked and joked and had a good time. The contractions were annoying and I was hungry and tired and after several hours and increasing intensity, a nurse came in to give me something “to take the edge off.” I asked what that meant exactly, and she told me that I’d see. It went into my IV and within a couple of minutes, the clock on the wall got all swimmy-looking and I understood what the edge was. I was so grateful!
After about 10 hours, things got pretty intense. I wasn’t dilating and the baby was pressing on my cervix. It was the most excruciating pain I’d ever experienced. Come to think of it, I don’t think anything since has come close to that level of pain.
I had an agreement with my doctor that unless I or the baby was in danger, that I would not undergo a C-section. The doctor remained true to my initial request. No matter how much I begged and cried and whimpered, she did not give in and send me back for the much-requested C-section. I had even stubbornly told her before all this happened that I didn’t even want an epidural. What did I know? I was only 16!
I did, however, agree to IV medications and I am ever-so-thankful for those!
I walked around the hospital, trying to entice my body into working with me. I complained with each step about how gross it was that fluid kept coming from my body. (How much fluid is in there for crying out loud?!?)
Friends came and went. During a calm, drugged phase, Sabrina came to check on me and see how I was doing. I told her I was peachy. Obviously, I was stoned.
Later in the day, I vaguely recall Shawn coming in at check on me and I begged him to kill me. He left right away.
It seemed like forever, when in reality it was about 15 hours, before my body cooperated and agreed to allow the baby to escape. After an additional hour or so, my baby arrived! At 8:13pm on November 11, 1991, Kendra Michele graced the world with her presence. With her full head of dark hair and her nearly black eyes, she was a healthy, round, pink, squalling ball of healthy 8lbs 2oz and 20 inches long with apgars of 9 and 9.
Shortly after your arrival, after the doctors were gone and the room was cleaned up, they allowed visitors to return. I was exhausted and groggy when Ken and Matt came to see me. I was oblivious to the fact that they were there when the nurse decided it was time to try to feed the baby. She pulled out my breast and attached your eager little mouth. Ken and Matt were so shocked! All they could think to do was turn around and admire the lovely wallpaper. Poor guys.
During our labor and delivery stay, the following people (as recorded in your baby book) came to see us:
Michele Christin (Birthing Team) - Tabitha Dowty (Birthing Team) - Susan Cox (Birthing Team and alternate Godparent) - Ken Nott (Godfather and later in life to become step-father) - Ann Rogers (Godmother) - Kenny Christin - Dee Nott (to later become Granny Dee) - Becky Blakely - Terry Smith - Heidi Marxer (Auntie) - Steve Marxer (Grandpa) - Cathy Marxer (Grandma) - Rubble Rob
Brian Merril – Wanda – Tim - Kevin Forsythe – Cathy – Speedy - Mike Abbot - Shawn Kingman - Stephanie Wynia - Bill Lenex - Matt Trussell - Cheryl Lenex - Amy Bryer - Kari Brown - Geneva Melton - Maria Cooper - Ali & Samantha - Glen Williams - Sabrina and Jason - Sean Dooer – Renee – Carrie - Renee and Carrie’s mom
It is obvious that you were well-received and welcomed into the world.
You were my perfect little angel. I couldn’t imagine my world without you.
Now here we are, 20 years later. You are a woman grown, out in the world. You are independent and stubborn and your own person.
Please know that despite your years, your independence and your stubbornness, you are still my precious baby girl and I love you.
Happy 20th Birthday, Kendra Michele.
I love you.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
I'm Such a Slacker
My poor little blog-child has been so neglected. Between work, illness, getting out and actually hanging out with people-like-beings and more work, I haven't had the desire to really sit down and write. Shame on me! I have tons of thoughts. I simply lack motivation. I'm working on it.
Things are going well in my world. This week I started taking advocacy classes with my local women's crisis center. I'm very excited about the classes. Ultimately, they are being taken to help me in my work, but I hope to be able to slip into some volunteer work eventually.
Fall has come to the Great Northwest! This means much rain. Thus far I like it. Give it a couple of months and I'll be ready for something dry. Or snow. I'd love some snow.
My baby girl has started college. She's only taking one class right now, as we work through financial aid, but she's officially a college student. We are so proud!
I am plotting and planning for potential entertainment for my beloved stalkers. If all goes as planned, I hope to be entertaining you by the end of the year. Cross your fingers and hope my resolve is strong and that I follow through because I think you'll find it enjoyable.
Blessings and Love to my dear friends.
Things are going well in my world. This week I started taking advocacy classes with my local women's crisis center. I'm very excited about the classes. Ultimately, they are being taken to help me in my work, but I hope to be able to slip into some volunteer work eventually.
Fall has come to the Great Northwest! This means much rain. Thus far I like it. Give it a couple of months and I'll be ready for something dry. Or snow. I'd love some snow.
My baby girl has started college. She's only taking one class right now, as we work through financial aid, but she's officially a college student. We are so proud!
I am plotting and planning for potential entertainment for my beloved stalkers. If all goes as planned, I hope to be entertaining you by the end of the year. Cross your fingers and hope my resolve is strong and that I follow through because I think you'll find it enjoyable.
Blessings and Love to my dear friends.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Just Because I'm Happy
It's been a little while since I've posted anything. Not because I have nothing to say but because I'm finding it difficult to make the time to say it.
I run through all of my should-be posts at night when I'm in bed. Maybe I should just record my ramblings and transcribe it later?
In any case, I wanted to take just a little moment to post because I'm happy. I'm not happy for any specific or particular reason. I'm just happy.
I have a roof over my head, struggling as that may be at times, and an abundance of food in my belly.
I have a wonderful husband who loves me completely and dearly.
I have children that appear to be healthy and relatively happy. (They're teenagers, sometimes it's hard to tell!)
I have a doggie that loves me unconditionally, and is happy to see me every single day.
I have awesome friends, whom I sometimes neglect but they love me all the same.
I recognize that while I'm less fortunate than some, I'm more fortunate than others. Sometimes it's hard to see how blessed I really am when I'm hyper-focused on the ills of my life. This day, I see my blessings and I am ever so thankful. I sincerely I have more days like this.
I run through all of my should-be posts at night when I'm in bed. Maybe I should just record my ramblings and transcribe it later?
In any case, I wanted to take just a little moment to post because I'm happy. I'm not happy for any specific or particular reason. I'm just happy.
I have a roof over my head, struggling as that may be at times, and an abundance of food in my belly.
I have a wonderful husband who loves me completely and dearly.
I have children that appear to be healthy and relatively happy. (They're teenagers, sometimes it's hard to tell!)
I have a doggie that loves me unconditionally, and is happy to see me every single day.
I have awesome friends, whom I sometimes neglect but they love me all the same.
I recognize that while I'm less fortunate than some, I'm more fortunate than others. Sometimes it's hard to see how blessed I really am when I'm hyper-focused on the ills of my life. This day, I see my blessings and I am ever so thankful. I sincerely I have more days like this.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
One Really Shouldn't Think So Much In This Heat
I know it's not as warm here in the Great Northwest as it is in other parts of the country, and for that I'm thankful. But it's still warmer than I like it. I prefer cold over hot. Cold means you can add layers. Grab a snuggie. Slay a tauntaun.
But the heat... one can only get so naked before neighborhood children are traumatized and the police need to intervene.
So in extreme heat, one really shouldn't exert oneself. It's dangerous. (Did I tell you about the time I learned first-hand that heat exhaustion isn't simply a myth perpetuated by the water industry?)
Thinking. Thinking can be kind of taxing. And today I have been thinking, all because a friend of mine made a post on Facebook that really spoke to me. So I did what any red-blooded American girl would do, and I pilfered it. I tweaked it slightly and posted it to my own status thread.
It spoke to me, not because of one person or scenario in particular, but because I'm witnessing several people that I care about dealing with things that this relates to.
It's not typically in my character to keep my face shut and just let nature take it's course. (Something that has gotten me into my own binds on more than one occasion) But I'm trying to be a better person and evolve. I'm learning that sometimes evolving means biting my tongue and letting others live their lives and learn from their mistakes.
I find this to be a difficult task, particularly with the young ones.
I'm seeing very young couples where one party seems to take a little more, and in some cases much more, than they appear to give in return. I'm seeing one party as more controlling than the other. I'm seeing that controlling party as being quite selfish yet claiming to behave in such a manner all for the love of the other party.
I want so much to take these people that I love, these people that are in relationships that bring them more pain and discontent than any relationship should, and start slapping some sense into them. Seriously, I want to create an Airplane line and just let loose on some of them. Not because I'm cruel, but because I care for them and I can see disaster ahead.
So tonight I speak to the young ones that I love. (Heck, there's a couple older ones that should listen up as well) I'm not an expert. I've made my own mistakes. But these are some areas to help you think things through.
Be Realistic
Not every incident is cause to banish someone from your life. Relationships are hard and they take work. It's not all rainbows and roses. There will be hard times. Everyone has them. Sometimes they last longer than we like, but often times they are resolvable.
Evaluate
Look at the situation. Evaluate it. Are you experiencing more pleasure or more pain in this relationship? How much time has passed? Is it a tough blip in your relationship timeline or is your entire timeline filled with enough blips that it looks as though it's contracted chicken pox? There's a difference between realistically working on a relationship and flogging the ever-loving hell out of a dead and buried horse.
Stop and Think
Really evaluate the situation that you are in. Would you be content knowing that your child, your sibling or your very best friend were living your life and dealing with the exact same circumstance? If your answer is a firm and resounding "OH HELL NO!" then you may want to reconsider where you are.
Don't Devalue Yourself
Realize your self-worth. Know that you are more than a name, more than a job, more than what you do or where you've been. Even if you've traveled a treacherous path and done things you aren't proud of, you can build worth. It only takes you realizing that you are worth working on and taking those steps to do it. If you don't like your intolerant behavior, work to change it. If you don't like the social circles you've created, leave them and start new. If you have struggled with addiction, there is help out there to keep you where you want to be. But you have to want it and you have to be willing to act on it.
The Sins of Others
The sins of others in your life are not your sins. They mean nothing as far as you, as a person, are concerned. You are not your {{insert dysfunctional family member here}}. You are a separate person. You are your own being. You are accountable for yourself. You are not those around you. An unfortunate family life or unruly relatives do not define you. You are not the addict that your relative is. You need to be aware of addiction, and you need to face the reality of what can happen to you if you decide to go down that road even once, but their addiction does not define you. You can still love them, just don't let them define who you are, who you can become or where you can go.
Equality - Fair is Fair
All of these things that you should be aware of, the happiness that you deserve... you need to realize that your partner deserves these same things. They deserve to be happy. They deserve a relationship that is more good times than bad. If there are problems, don't be afraid to look at yourself as well. Please do so in an honest manner. There's a fine line between being honest with yourself and being a victim in an abusive relationship. Remember, they key is equality.
Know When to Call It
Nobody goes into a relationship thinking, "Yep. Let's see how badly I can screw this one up. Let's see if I can keep it under 6 weeks this time." But know when to call it quits. Not having someone attached to you is truly not the end of the world. Really. There are millions of single people on the planet, many not by choice, and the world carries on. Please do not tell yourself that something is better than nothing. That's a lie. If your something gives you pain, creates misery and devalues your self-worth, then absolutely nothing is a step up.
Running Doesn't Solve It
While there are legitimate times and purposes for leaving a relationship or circumstance, please don't make the mistake of thinking that running away will solve the issues. Don't leave the state because you think "all women be bitchez" and that "leaving this crap-ass town" will make any difference. Here's the real news folks - all women be bitchez anywhere you go. If you continue to engage in relationships with the same type of person, you're going to end up with the same result. If you end a relationship with a selfish, controlling man only to jump into the arms of another selfish, controlling man you're just living a crappy sequel. Only your acknowledgement that something needs to change, your willingness to change it and your follow through on making the changes will reap the rewards you are looking for.
Whew! I feel so much better! I've wanted to get all of that out to various people over quite a while now.
It's not the end-all, be-all of relationship advice. It's only meant to help to get another thinking. Ultimately their decisions are their own. I will love them and support them and keep my mouth shut about how much their significant other is a complete and utter loser.
Who knows, maybe one of those people that I love will read this and maybe it will help in some minor way.
Who knows really? I mean, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, right?
But the heat... one can only get so naked before neighborhood children are traumatized and the police need to intervene.
So in extreme heat, one really shouldn't exert oneself. It's dangerous. (Did I tell you about the time I learned first-hand that heat exhaustion isn't simply a myth perpetuated by the water industry?)
Thinking. Thinking can be kind of taxing. And today I have been thinking, all because a friend of mine made a post on Facebook that really spoke to me. So I did what any red-blooded American girl would do, and I pilfered it. I tweaked it slightly and posted it to my own status thread.
Ponder this...it becomes increasingly difficult to believe someone is looking out for the well being of others when they keep making choices that negatively effect others well being.
It spoke to me, not because of one person or scenario in particular, but because I'm witnessing several people that I care about dealing with things that this relates to.
It's not typically in my character to keep my face shut and just let nature take it's course. (Something that has gotten me into my own binds on more than one occasion) But I'm trying to be a better person and evolve. I'm learning that sometimes evolving means biting my tongue and letting others live their lives and learn from their mistakes.
I find this to be a difficult task, particularly with the young ones.
I'm seeing very young couples where one party seems to take a little more, and in some cases much more, than they appear to give in return. I'm seeing one party as more controlling than the other. I'm seeing that controlling party as being quite selfish yet claiming to behave in such a manner all for the love of the other party.
I want so much to take these people that I love, these people that are in relationships that bring them more pain and discontent than any relationship should, and start slapping some sense into them. Seriously, I want to create an Airplane line and just let loose on some of them. Not because I'm cruel, but because I care for them and I can see disaster ahead.
So tonight I speak to the young ones that I love. (Heck, there's a couple older ones that should listen up as well) I'm not an expert. I've made my own mistakes. But these are some areas to help you think things through.
Be Realistic
Not every incident is cause to banish someone from your life. Relationships are hard and they take work. It's not all rainbows and roses. There will be hard times. Everyone has them. Sometimes they last longer than we like, but often times they are resolvable.
Evaluate
Look at the situation. Evaluate it. Are you experiencing more pleasure or more pain in this relationship? How much time has passed? Is it a tough blip in your relationship timeline or is your entire timeline filled with enough blips that it looks as though it's contracted chicken pox? There's a difference between realistically working on a relationship and flogging the ever-loving hell out of a dead and buried horse.
Stop and Think
Really evaluate the situation that you are in. Would you be content knowing that your child, your sibling or your very best friend were living your life and dealing with the exact same circumstance? If your answer is a firm and resounding "OH HELL NO!" then you may want to reconsider where you are.
Don't Devalue Yourself
Realize your self-worth. Know that you are more than a name, more than a job, more than what you do or where you've been. Even if you've traveled a treacherous path and done things you aren't proud of, you can build worth. It only takes you realizing that you are worth working on and taking those steps to do it. If you don't like your intolerant behavior, work to change it. If you don't like the social circles you've created, leave them and start new. If you have struggled with addiction, there is help out there to keep you where you want to be. But you have to want it and you have to be willing to act on it.
The Sins of Others
The sins of others in your life are not your sins. They mean nothing as far as you, as a person, are concerned. You are not your {{insert dysfunctional family member here}}. You are a separate person. You are your own being. You are accountable for yourself. You are not those around you. An unfortunate family life or unruly relatives do not define you. You are not the addict that your relative is. You need to be aware of addiction, and you need to face the reality of what can happen to you if you decide to go down that road even once, but their addiction does not define you. You can still love them, just don't let them define who you are, who you can become or where you can go.
Equality - Fair is Fair
All of these things that you should be aware of, the happiness that you deserve... you need to realize that your partner deserves these same things. They deserve to be happy. They deserve a relationship that is more good times than bad. If there are problems, don't be afraid to look at yourself as well. Please do so in an honest manner. There's a fine line between being honest with yourself and being a victim in an abusive relationship. Remember, they key is equality.
Know When to Call It
Nobody goes into a relationship thinking, "Yep. Let's see how badly I can screw this one up. Let's see if I can keep it under 6 weeks this time." But know when to call it quits. Not having someone attached to you is truly not the end of the world. Really. There are millions of single people on the planet, many not by choice, and the world carries on. Please do not tell yourself that something is better than nothing. That's a lie. If your something gives you pain, creates misery and devalues your self-worth, then absolutely nothing is a step up.
Running Doesn't Solve It
While there are legitimate times and purposes for leaving a relationship or circumstance, please don't make the mistake of thinking that running away will solve the issues. Don't leave the state because you think "all women be bitchez" and that "leaving this crap-ass town" will make any difference. Here's the real news folks - all women be bitchez anywhere you go. If you continue to engage in relationships with the same type of person, you're going to end up with the same result. If you end a relationship with a selfish, controlling man only to jump into the arms of another selfish, controlling man you're just living a crappy sequel. Only your acknowledgement that something needs to change, your willingness to change it and your follow through on making the changes will reap the rewards you are looking for.
Whew! I feel so much better! I've wanted to get all of that out to various people over quite a while now.
It's not the end-all, be-all of relationship advice. It's only meant to help to get another thinking. Ultimately their decisions are their own. I will love them and support them and keep my mouth shut about how much their significant other is a complete and utter loser.
Who knows, maybe one of those people that I love will read this and maybe it will help in some minor way.
Who knows really? I mean, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, right?
Monday, August 1, 2011
Today I learned Zen Can Be Damaged by Pain
After a weekend of cleaning a teenage boy bedroom, a task that produces about 300 pound of trash that was taken to the dump, my back went out. I haven't had that happen before, and I must confess that I'm really not a fan. I do not recommend it.
Consequently, my Monday was not as zen-like as I had hoped. I felt totally useless. In retrospect, I probably should have called in and went to the doctor. Though I don't know what the doctor would do to help.
My thoughts were jumbled. I rambled incessantly when spoken to. It took three times longer to provide a written response to anything than I should have.
I moved around as much as possible, trying to loosen things up and maybe make it better. I hobbled along like a wounded handicapped troll. It was not pretty.
It felt like a hot knife in my lower back. A hot lava-injecting knife that causes a line of molten pain to shoot down my leg. My entire day was spent near tears, and it really put a damper on my ability to be a viable employee.
Every time I opened my mouth, I turned into Denis Leary with breasts.
I'm pretty sure I had an angry opinion about everything. I feel badly for my co-workers.
I'm going to dope myself up really well before bed tonight so that I can be sure that I get a reasonable amount of sleep with the hope that I will be able to cope with any remaining pain in a more healthy and less Christian Bale manner.
Here's to learning from Monday and making Tuesday mine!
Consequently, my Monday was not as zen-like as I had hoped. I felt totally useless. In retrospect, I probably should have called in and went to the doctor. Though I don't know what the doctor would do to help.
My thoughts were jumbled. I rambled incessantly when spoken to. It took three times longer to provide a written response to anything than I should have.
I moved around as much as possible, trying to loosen things up and maybe make it better. I hobbled along like a wounded handicapped troll. It was not pretty.
It felt like a hot knife in my lower back. A hot lava-injecting knife that causes a line of molten pain to shoot down my leg. My entire day was spent near tears, and it really put a damper on my ability to be a viable employee.
Every time I opened my mouth, I turned into Denis Leary with breasts.
I'm pretty sure I had an angry opinion about everything. I feel badly for my co-workers.
I'm going to dope myself up really well before bed tonight so that I can be sure that I get a reasonable amount of sleep with the hope that I will be able to cope with any remaining pain in a more healthy and less Christian Bale manner.
Here's to learning from Monday and making Tuesday mine!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
A Clean Slate
It took me some time to work up the courage, but I did it. I deleted my prior blogging history. I realized that when I looked back on it, it didn't make me happy. It didn't give me a sense of peace. It had even hit a point where it didn't entertain me.
So I start new. I start clean. I start fresh, with the hope that all of the toxicity that I leave behind, stays in the past.
Those that know me, know I've experienced pain and turmoil over the past few years. It's been a difficult road for me, but I like to think that I've learned from it and that I'm ready to move on and be a new me.
I'm seeking a little more zen and a little less war in my world.
I'm sure I won't be perfect. I'm sure there will be times with swearing and venting. I'm sure there will be times of crying. I'm sure it will not appear very zen-like at all.
I'm slightly fearful that I may fall into old habits and that this will once again become a place of pain. But I move forward, shoving that fear aside and looking for the happy.
So ready or not, the new me starts today!
So I start new. I start clean. I start fresh, with the hope that all of the toxicity that I leave behind, stays in the past.
Those that know me, know I've experienced pain and turmoil over the past few years. It's been a difficult road for me, but I like to think that I've learned from it and that I'm ready to move on and be a new me.
I'm seeking a little more zen and a little less war in my world.
I'm sure I won't be perfect. I'm sure there will be times with swearing and venting. I'm sure there will be times of crying. I'm sure it will not appear very zen-like at all.
I'm slightly fearful that I may fall into old habits and that this will once again become a place of pain. But I move forward, shoving that fear aside and looking for the happy.
So ready or not, the new me starts today!
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