Pool Party vs. Pity Party

pool floatie

This weekend, I thank God for the friends that have my back through this craziness. I have one I will call L. She has a radar that seems to tell her when I’m home alone feeling sorry for myself, so when I got her Facebook message on Saturday afternoon, I wasn’t surprised. Honestly, I just wanted to go lay in bed and cover up for a few hours. She asked me to come over to help her with her pool, and I have this new thing now where I’m trying not to push others away. Which is the first thing you seem to do when you want to wallow and have said Pity Party.

So I grab my suit and a towel and tell her I’m on my way. I get there, sit with her and have a smoke and finally ask her what she needed help with. She went into her garage, came out with two Bud Lights and said, “drinking this in my pool”, with a big cheesy grin on her face. God bless that woman! I stood up to go change and she smacks my ass and said NO PITY PARTY TODAY! She said she just had a feeling that I needed time with a friend. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her.

We floated in the pool, with me almost clinging to the side staying in the shade. Cuz this is me:

 

Today, I just cleaned and did laundry and dishes and watched a movie. Nice, relaxing day while Bubba hung out with his sister and Lyric.

Not sure what brought it on , but the tears came today. It doesn’t happen a lot anymore, but I think it was more the fact that my so called best friends have scattered to the winds because they’re so “busy”. Nice photos on Facebook from the bars this weekend though ;0) The tears became worse so I hopped in the shower so the neighbors wouldn’t think I was going crazy. I stood under the water and sobbed and sobbed until I couldn’t stand myself anymore, then I was fine.

I turned on my 80’s Pop channel on Pandora, because how can  you be sad while doing the dance moves to Mickey by Toni Basil? You can’t! My vacuum cleaner was my partner for a slow dance or two and my living and dining rooms were much appreciative. I did take a nap because, well, all those dance moves n stuff. Turned out to be a good day after all and I have decided I’ve wasted all the tears I’m going to on people that don’t respect our friendship or value me as a person. So there!

Monday is back tomorrow *sigh*…….Whoever happens to see this, have a great week!

There comes a time

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You Find Out Who Your Friends Are

How are you

An addition, I guess, to the previous blog.

Isn’t it funny that, while going through Hell, some people you least expect will cock their weapons, throw on their leathers and plow right through with you?

While the ones you thought you could always count on, are nowhere to be found.

I’ve had a group of girlfriends that I grew up with. I’m talking from 1st grade on. All the awesome memories will always be with me. Today, it makes me sad to think about them.

When my mother passed away in 2002, life had been crazy for all of us. We had gone our separate ways but if we’d see each other out and about, it was like no time had passed at all. Hugs, kisses, plans to get together. Which never seemed to happen.

When my father passed away in 2008, those same friends gathered me in their circle and did not let go. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without them all. They kept me breathing and my head above water. After a time, life again got in the way. No one’s fault, it just happens.

Since January and my marriage shattering to the wind, I’ve seen my “best friend” maybe twice. Not ONE TIME has she asked if I’m okay. Or if I need anything. When I do start talking/venting/lamenting, the conversation is turned to what is happening with her. I’m left looking like a deer in the headlights, trying to keep up with what’s happening. My support is apparently not going to come from her. When I’m down and would give anything for a hug and someone to tell me that things will be okay, she’s sleeping. Or busy. Or has a headache. I’ve heard two excuses this week alone as to why she couldn’t stop by.

About 3 weeks ago, I forced myself to leave the house and go to an event that would be filled with people I missed from the biker community hubby and I were a part of. Him and I even sat at the same table and chatted with friends. It was nice. After he’d left, I was watching the band and chatting with a few girls and saw a post on Facebook about another friend heading to a bar in my town. So plans were made to meet up there and I headed back across the river, closer to home. I got to the bar first and chatted with some people I know and even got up on stage for a couple songs. Fun!

I hadn’t really paid attention to the time as I was having fun chatting and singing. I noticed I’d been there for almost an hour. Weird. The girls said to meet them here and that they were on their way. J had a different number so I couldn’t call or text, so I popped back on the Facebook post and let her know I was there and to see if they were still coming. Nothing. Another 15 minutes, no response. I asked if they’d changed their minds. Nothing. I chatted with the band for their 15 minute break and checked one more time. Nothing. I let her know that I was headed home and I would catch up with her another time. As it was, it was after midnight and it had been a long night.

It’s been 3 weeks and there has STILL been no response to my posts. She’s all over Facebook. No response to me. Time to let go.

After all I had given of myself to my husband, while he chatted with women online for months, I had no more to give to anyone who didn’t respect my time or friendship. Life changes, always. I know that. But these two friendship losses hurt. So after a bit of a set back this week and a hit to my self confidence, I am once again pulling myself up.

I will get there. I’m patient.

Stupid, Beautiful Life

My last post was in November, life was great and full of hope and looking forward to my first grandchild.

December 21st, the best birthday present of my life was born. Lyric Rush. Here’s my all time favorite pic from the hospital lol. Doesn’t he just look like he’s contemplating how the hell he got here?

Lyric hmmmm

The picture in the header is him about a month ago and I could post hundreds in between but I won’t. He’s the love of my life and I’m his “Lolly”. Each week is a new adventure as he grows and learns new words and does silly things just to make people clap and smile. Such a ham.

I’ve also been through another life change since he was born. Hubby and I have been through so much the past couple years and I will admit we were hanging on by a thread. To be honest, I’d checked out sometime last summer. I noticed it last August when he took his daughter on a weekend camping trip and I had the house to myself. I was in heaven. It was so quiet and peaceful, no tension or stress. No one sitting across the room from me with his nose buried in his internet, not speaking to me.  I spent a lot of that weekend crying with the realization I didn’t want this life anymore. We’d talked about therapy ( mostly for his issues), but there was always an excuse not to start. He’d checked out to.

In trying to find the courage to have “the talk”, things were very stressful for me. Then one morning in January, I had this strong feeling that I needed to look at his tablet. Now I’ve always had trust issues with him, which wasn’t good to begin with. Yes I was given reasons. Anyway, this morning, I tried ignoring that voice in my head. It wouldn’t shut up. So I opened up the tablet and right there for me to find, was a message between him and another woman. Making plans to ” hook up” if he had a snow day from work that week. And that, as they say, was the last drop in the bucket for me.

We’d been down this road before. We struggled through that time, but I don’t think things were ever the same. So as precarious as our relationship had been lately, I sort of got it. Boys will be boys right? Yeah…….about that…… Something broke in me that morning. I mean, completely shattered. He woke up, made a cup of coffee, and I told him he needed to move out. Not that simply, but I will save the embarrassing details of sobbing and snotting all over myself.

That morning he said one word. “Okay.”

Due to finances, he was stuck here for 2 more months. Until I circled March 31st on the calendar. Whether he bunked on a buddy’s couch, he needed to leave. I couldn’t be in the same space as he continued talking to other women online. Yes, I snooped. Why? Because in a sick way, it helped drive the decision home, making ME feel less guilty about wanting a divorce. Screwed up, I know, but there it is.

After months of being so angry and wanting to stab him in the throat, we’re finally at a place that we can be in the same space. He’s not allowed to have that sad puppy dog look on his face. I nipped that real quick. Especially knowing from his daughter that he’s even talked to a few women on the phone. Dude. Just. No.

It’s taken me awhile but I am slowly coming back into my own skin and learning to take care of myself. And like myself. That was hard. And no one ever tells you that the hardest one to forgive is yourself. For allowing things to carry on as long as you do. To enable toxic behavior. For putting your own soul aside for someone else. I will never ever EVER do that again.

I kinda like this feisty chick looking back in the mirror these days.

Happy-Thanksgiving-Quotes

A few more days and we will all be filling our stomachs with good food and filling our homes with family. I know that’s not always a good thing, but these days, it is for me. Even though my family has changed and grown in the past 10 years, it couldn’t get any better than this.

It has been a struggle through the years as my siblings and I scattered to the wind after the death of our father. Falling outs, harsh words, jealousy, stupidity……all of it has taken its toll. Living most of my life in the middle of chaos and physical fighting, a bipolar sister whose moods swung quicker than the swing set in the backyard in a tornado, a stoner brother, a checked out mom (high on prescription drugs) and an over the road trucker father only home on weekends…….. yet our holidays were magical. Weird right? My parents always made sure that the family was all gathered together and there was a lot of love and laughter, til it was over and things went back to “normal”. Christmas was amazing with my father putting on his old beat up Santa costume for the little cousins at my aunt’s house. We’d leave there every year in a food coma and drive around our city, looking at all the best Christmas light displays. All the best were always up in the hills in the “rich” part of town.

So many great memories and at this time each year, I miss them so much. I cannot wait to introduce those traditions to our grandbabies. Yes, you read right, we have two. Tall Boy’s son has a beautiful baby girl. So we have one of each! Christmas will be so much fun, but challenging as Baby Boy’s birthday is December 21st and we are all going to keep it as NON-Christmasy as possible.

My birthday is the 22nd ( best birthday gift EVER by the way) and I always got birthday cakes shaped like Christmas trees or Santas. Then for my birthday gift, I got the choice of ONE present from underneath the Christmas tree. The first time I noticed that my relatives got more presents for their birthday, I felt jipped. But I also realized, my folks couldn’t have afforded to do it differently. I have never been a materialistic person, even as a kid. Can you imagine kids these days if that happened? Yikes!

We just want Baby Boy to have his own special day and it’s becoming a challenge as my mind goes to birthday gifts and then a few days later, Christmas. *sigh*

I know no one will probably read this blog but me, but I wanted to get back on here anyway.

Lots of funny, silly stuff happens, that I like to share, but it seems that I’ve gotten into the Facebook bubble along with the rest of the world.

I will try my best to stop in here more often, especially to read the stories from others. So much more to share in a place like this without the fear of offending anyone. Here, I don’t care. I will have good days where I will post funnies, bad days where I will bitch about life. But it’s okay.

To be continued…..

December 11, 2016

It’s coming on two years since I wrote anything on this blog. Shame on me!

Life’s been busy, and in my mind I don’t believe anyone would find it exciting, so I just haven’t blogged about anything.

I’m vowing to get back into it, even as a journal for daily life.

My first grandchild is due on December 27th!!! After watching my daughter be so sad for two years of trying to conceive ( not preventing it), I will never EVER forget the day she called me at work sobbing. She never calls me, she texts me as she knows I’m at work. So I answer “Hellooooooo?” And all I hear is her crying so hard she can’t speak. My first thought was that one of my beloved grand-dogs (yes I’m THAT person) got loose and hit by a car or something.

I told her she needed to calm down and tell what was wrong RIGHT NOW! She took a deep breath and said I’M FUCKING PREGNANT!!”, laughing and crying at the same time! Time stood still, I don’t think I breathed……I just sat that with a stupefied look on my face. After the reality hit me, I started crying right along with her. I have a wonderful job and an amazing supervisor who I consider a friend as well, so she knows all that Booger has been through. I walked to her office with tears rolling down my face and told her I needed to leave. She was automatically concerned of course. I told her what had happened and she jumped up and threw her arms around me and told me to get the hell out of there lol

I sobbed happy tears all the way to South Omaha and my daughter met me at my van, stating that her hubby was still asleep and we needed to go to Walmart QUICK! Uh……okayyyyyyy? She ran around and bought two baby bibs and children’s book called DADA and a gift bag. I got to be there, while she woke up her hubby and made him open it. He pulled out the bibs and was like WTF? lol. Then she handed him the two pregnancy tests……oh wow. That moment right there. His jaw dropped and he looked at her saying, ” no way, no fucking way!” 🙂

We have it on video, I wish I knew how to share it from my phone but I’m still electronically dense about some things. It was one of the best days of my life, I can tell you that!

Daddy is a songwriter. Baby’s name will be Lyric. Perfect.

Here’s a song he wrote about a week later.

Now it’s a few months later and here we are….

ash-leaves

A few weeks from meeting our little Sunshine. AHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Christmas 2014, Part One…..

I say part one as our big extended family Christmas is this Sunday. I was so excited to have the kids over on Christmas day that I didn’t even think of snapping any photos. I will make up for that Sunday though.

Here are a few I snapped today as a small afterthought….

snowman

So small and simple, but the start of my snowman ornament collection. Yep he’s the only one so far.

fuzzy slippers

We shared small gifts between all of us and these are my favorite. New fuzzy slippers from my daughter. I’m easy to please and have worn them ever since. We haven’t left the house since Wednesday night and it’s been fabulous!

Jager and redbull

These were placed in the bottom of my husband’s gift bag. They will probably be in our fridge for months, but it will be worth it when he breaks them open 🙂 Usually his clothes fall off, so we have to limit the Jagerbombs if we ever go to a bar with friends LOL

I’ve spent the day today going through email alerts for free Kindle books. I’ve been reading a lot of what I call fluff lately. Murder mysteries, romance between couples that fight it til the end of the book, Paranormal/supernatural stuff. You know, witches, vampires, werewolves, fairies and whatnot.

alan alda

Today I uploaded Alan Alda’s book ” Never Have Your Dog Stuffed And Other Things I’ve Learned”. I will start it tonight as I snuggle in bed with my tablet. I can never lay down and fall right to sleep, so usually spend an hour or so channeling my mind into one location so the hundreds of pinging thoughts don’t keep me awake. I’m not sure if it’s anxiety or ADHD, but my mind goes in 10 different directions at all times and it’s hard to quiet the chaos at bedtime. It helps to get into a book, so that is the only thing I get engrossed in and the rest shuts down.

Ok, weird fact about me………

Clean Slate

It’s Christmas Eve, 2014. The gift bags ( in place of stockings) are all loaded up and under the tree. I went crazy with stuffers so had to use the bags rather than the stockings. We need new ones anyway and my holders are broken/missing, so……The kids and a few significant others are coming to unwrap gifts and eat bunches of yummy Christmas foods tomorrow. Then Sunday, the whole Damn Family will be here to exchange gifts and eat chili and cheesy potato soup.

I’m thinking back on this year and am thankful it is coming to an end. We’ve sure had our challenges, as all people do, but I’m ready for that invisible clean slate that let’s you start over with everything in life come January 1st of every year.

I would reflect on all that has happened but I will save that for a New Years blog. I have found I will write at least once a week *fingers crossed behind my back*. I used to find writing therapeutic, not sure what took me away from that.

My only excuse? Facebook games. *hangs head*

Yes, that Candy Crush and Pet Rescue Saga and Candy Crush Soda and Papa Pear Saga……. they have my full attention when I want to escape the anxiety ridden thoughts that cloud my brain at times. I started a new med for a boost but I don’t always remember to take it, so it hasn’t been working like it should. I know, as a medical professional, you’d think I would know better. Pffffffffft.

My idea was to come here, wipe my blog clean and start all over, so here I am. Starting over. Even though it’s not January yet. Screw it. I can do what I want, when I want, so there.

For someone who talks a lot, I don’t seem to have much to say lately. It’s all in my head. Maybe that’s good that those thoughts don’t come flying out of my mouth. That also means I haven’t been sharing my brilliance with you all. cough. But I vow to you now that I will make more of an effort to try and entertain you with ramblings from a short, chubby, redhaired lady from Iowa. No I don’t have cows. I’m city-fied. Well as much as you can be in Iowa. I DO have to drive a few miles to see corn if that means anything.

I’ve also been addicted to my Kindle app lately. I think I’m reading about 20 books a month on it. Addicted I tell you! Curse free Kindle books on Amazon.

See, ramblin’…….and I’m sleepy so I will wish you all a very Merry Christmas and I hope Santa is good to you and that you feel very blessed by the true meaning of the season. Mwah!