Showing posts with label blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blog. Show all posts

Monday, February 21, 2011

Short & Sweet

UPDATE:  My email is k.marie37bg@gmail.com

So, I have yet another change.  LOL  I have been writing pieces about my life.  With the idea and support of a new found friend I've decided not to do it on here anymore.  For those of you that were following that story (I know there were a couple of you) I won't be posting here anymore. 

If you wish to follow my life and all my ins and outs then you will have to send me an e-mail to be invited to that blog.  I'm not necessarily looking for followers on that blog that may not be interested in what's going on, but instead supporters.  So if you are interested let me know.  It's more private and I'd like to keep it as close to that as possible. 

Thanks in advance for all your support friends!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Change of Scenery

I had all intentions of posting last night but was honestly too exhausted to do so.  I was exhausted, literally depleted.  I read someone else's blog yesterday in its entirety and I am literally very emotionally spent.  I, after reading this one blog in particular, started thinking and the gears began spinning once again as she's been on a similar emotional roller coaster.  Obviously, ruminating over the mishaps that have been haunting me for just a few hours isn't going to change anything that I’ve been struggling over for months now...well actually for years...but it was a start.


In any case, unlike the person's blog I read yesterday, I really don't have many friends that I can turn to, to chat about certain things like this person did.  I don't have anyone to tell me I should just let go and remove myself from a situation that is unhealthy.  Nobody.  That is an arduous reality to endure...but it is the God's honest truth.  Basically my mom and my sister just tell me, "Things will get better" or "Hang in there".  I feel I'm constantly faced with the question of, "Will it get better?  Really, will it?"  I just don't know and I can't seem to reach that area up above me, in this hole, where the light is coming from. 

Today, I have realized again just how used up and spent I really am and how, no matter how much I try to change the scenery, it still doesn't change that the mountains are still there, unmoved.  This is the most difficult part for me; the real challenge.  Not knowing how the future will pan out scares me and I feel like I’ve become more and more separated from everyone around me, including myself, every day.


In reading this very brilliant blog, I also realized some positive things.  First, would be that I have a wonderful family.  I have 3 beautiful, intelligent and very charismatic daughters and I am married to a very hard-working husband.  I also have my health.  ... And there is a lot to be said for that.  But the pleasure, happiness and contentment of having those very simple , yet grandiose possessions escapes me. 

Pretending to have it all together is an immense undertaking in itself.  Every morning I scrape as much energy and ambition I can possibly muster to form some kind of semblance of a human being, wife, mother and co-worker I can just to get by.  I can't wait for the night to come and for bed time to take me away from it all...because in my dreams it's all better.  Nightmares have now faded and left me with the stark reality that is my life.  Your see, it can't be a nightmare when it is actually happening...can it? 

I have to make myself stronger.  I have to forget the pieces of myself that are lost in translation and holding me down, turning me into a blubbering idiot and a walking zombie.  I don't just want this for myself, I need this.  But why do I continue to feel selfish for wanting and needing strength for myself?  It seems that when I try to better myself or I take some time for myself I am taking from someone else that needs my time.  When will it be time for me to have my own time to myself and to be able to take it without judgement or feeling flat-out wrong?  I just don't have that answer...

It seems that everything that I went through back in November, into December has been forgotten about.  It's like someone took an eraser and removed all my words and emotions so I have to start it all over again.  My chalkboard always seemed to be whipped clean only for me to start over...the repetition of it all is going to kill me alone.  I hate being ignored...but I have been for so long.  So...how do I get someone to hear me?

I am posting the words to this song as it reminds me of myself.  The chorus isn't for anyone other than myself.  Self-acceptance is something I need to work on...I think this explains how I feel...

"Fuckin' Perfect" by Pink
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life


Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss knowing it's all good
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around


Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less then fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me


Your's so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.


So complicated, look how we are making
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(ohh ohhhhhhh)


Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less then fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me


The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
It's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cos there everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Strange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?


Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less then fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, then you're fucking perfect to me
(you're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Cluster-F**k

Clusterfuck - Military term for an operation in which multiple things have gone wrong. Related to "SNAFU" (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up") and "FUBAR" (Fucked Up Beyond All Repair).  In radio communication or polite conversation (i.e. with a very senior officer with whom you have no prior experience) the term "clusterfuck" will often be replaced by the NATO phonetic acronym "Charlie Foxtrot."



I don't know how I get myself into these cluster-fucks so often and somehow pull myself out of them.  I really want this year to be different and I want to get away from all the drama.  It is literally killing me.  Most recently, my wonderful father-in-law started some crap with my 17 year old daughter.  He told her a bunch of things that I’m being told were and are lies.  He really caused quite a bit of frustration and problems. 
The problem is along with his ridiculous and mindless accusations came pent up hurt and ill-feelings on my end.  First I was upset that he hurt my daughter and that he offended her.  Secondly, I was just upset that he had the audacity to actually pull what he did.  Me, being a very emotionally driven person brought some things to light that should have just been left alone.  Regardless of my feelings about certain events or things I shouldn’t have brought “old news” back up.  I was senseless and impractical to think that any of it would be treated any differently now than it was years ago.
So I thought I ended things by proclaiming that I didn’t want to talk about things anymore but that just seemed to cause more of a problem.  I am confused because I feel like I’m being told that what’s in the past is in the past and forget about it but at the same time the past is being brought up by others and it’s OK for them to do it; but I have to get over it?  How is that fair or how does that make sense?
Anyway, what my father-in-law did was asinine immature but it also made me realize some things.  One of those things is that I sorta don’t care what anyone else thinks anymore (to a point).  Why should I because my feelings seem to mean shit so why should theirs mean any more than mine?  They shouldn’t.
Well, I discussed this with my daughter for the last time last night and we both agreed that neither of us are mad anymore; it is the past and there is nothing either of us can do to change any of it now.  She doesn’t want anyone or anything to change within the family due to what my father-in-law said.  But she did say to me, and without my coercion, that some things had happened in the past and it was very obvious what they were.  She said call it what you want but they were what they were.  But they are over and we aren’t lingering anymore.  I’m happy that she feels that way and that she wants to move forward and not let any of what my father-in-law said affect her relationships.  So it is done.  The end.
So tomorrow is my interview for a possible new position of Assistant Principal Secretary.  I am nervous but I know I interview well.  I am going to get a some sleep tonight and go into the interview confident and excited.  There are only two of us who applied for the position and the other lady who applied is a close work acquaintance.  Even thought I do want the job badly, I wish her the best and will be happy for her if she gets the position.
I am trying to come up with a good idea for the last tab on my blog.  I have been really thinking of designating it as my Jewelry page premiering the jewelry I've already made and showing some of my techniques there as well.  I need to get back into my hobby as it was a great release for me when stress stuck it's nasty head into my life.  What do you all think?