Good morning, Pookie Head! Happy Wednesday! Happy hump day! Things have been busy around here, so I thought I’d just post a random update about life on the ranch and at The Merc. I posted this on Instagram last week, but wanted to share here. This is my favorite shirt of all time. If I…
The last time I’d been to University Books in Seattle was for the Ever After tour, so we had a great crowd upstairs with lots of backlist titles to sign! Family photo! Here I am with my Seattle roadies! Click for a high resolution photo for yourself. It was great seeing you guys again, and some […]
Well, Our President was sworn in on Friday – Streamed live on Twitter. I feel it will be renamed TrumpTweet. It will be interesting to see how the next 4 years proceed. The weekend was full of protests of Woman’s Rights, Trump Haters, All people haters, people who hate Racist and claim not to be racist themselves…..
America seems full of people who “know” they are right and everyone else is wrong and are willing to hurt people to prove their points. Personally, I have never agreed with anyone while they were punching me in the face.
Treat people fairly. Allow people control of their lives and bodies. Teach your children to accept people for who they are. You are not physically harmed by accepting a woman’s right to the decisions that are done to her body. We are not second class citizens. We should not be chipped down to our ability to reproduce. We are not livestock, to breed as others see fit. We should also not treat ourselves like livestock – breeding to hold on to our men or having so many children we cannot economically take care of them. The fruit of your loins are not mine to take care of.
If you didn’t Vote Trump or don’t agree with what he says. Peacefully protest, write your letters to your state reps who ultimately control what gets passed in our government. Destroying other people’s lives doesn’t make you a good guy. smashing windows of a McDonald’s doesn’t really hurt anyone – Insurance Companies pay out and rates go up. The food cost will go up there as well once Minimum wage is raised for the Entry Worker flipping burgers to support their 7 children because they made a decision to use their uterus instead of their decent sense to want more than a job at McDonald’s.
How about producing locally instead of raising wages – how about the cost of items going down instead of the Burger Microwave Operator making the same wage as the Postal Worker. If we didn’t have to “bring in” so many products from over seas they wouldn’t cost so much. If our produce was grown right around the corner we wouldn’t need to ship it from California.
The saying works….If you don’t want to smell smoke – don’t smoke. If you don’t believe in abortion, don’t have one. If you don’t agree with Gay don’t be Gay. IF you don’t want to work for Pennies – get trained in a skill that will pay you more. A college education is great but a skill is worth more.
Just my thoughts – I am not famous and I don’t get paid to report “news” so take it all with a grain of salt.
Happy Monday!
So Christmas has come and gone. Now the children are returning to school and it is the long haul to Easter and Spring Vacation.
It seems as hard as I tried I just couldn’t keep it together. after the 3 Christmas celebrations were done – I broke. I sobbed, I questioned where my marriage was going, why I was moving in and out of my days with little to no emotions. I felt alone and that I should be alone – deserved it even although no action sentenced it.
It ended with me sitting on the floor with my husband wondering what the hell. According to the Hubs – Less worry about the cleaning, dinner, laundry etc and more time simply getting out of the house – with and without the kids. My life has become a robotic routine. And as with anything else; I had become a mindless machine, silently screaming inside until I could no longer stand it.
Hubs could sense it but not know what to do had simply retreated out of my space. I tend to bottle and fester. I don’t take advice or help very well. I have always been a rock in rough times and forced to simply deal and pick up everyone else who falls apart – not allowing myself the same luxury.
So now the New Year has started. Nothing will be perfect – but hopefully I can spend this year taking steps towards selfish happiness and thus holding my marriage and family together.
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Get your tissues handy! I’ve got a gift from me to you today, written long before I found publication and was raw with the need to reach and connect and short on literary grace. You may have seen this last year, but it still makes me cry, and like the best gifts, please feel free […]
With a myriad of Christmas/holiday specials on TV I found myself watching an Ice Age Holiday short last night. It was full of Mammothy, Slothy, Sid and Diego goodness. At one point, Manny askes Diego “How does it look?” referring to a Christmas item. Diego responds “Do you want a Christmas answer or a real answer?” Manny responds with “A Christmas Answer.” “Wonderful, it looks great!” Which,of course, is a total lie.
This got me to thinking. Our houses, cars, families and lives are all gussied up for the holidays. Covered with lights, garland, and ornaments. The air is full of the wonderful smells of baked cookies and pies. Wrapped, pretty and shiny just like the presents we share. The reality is that our houses, cars, families and lives are not all shiny, pretty or even healthy. We put on a happy face from Thanksgiving to New Years and then go back to the REAL world.
I am struggling and have been for a while. I try to keep my social media “happy” and usually just flood it blog posts about food, sharing others’ posts or books. Facebook and Instagram full of pictures of my youngest son or silly snapchat filtered photos.
My son and stepson bring me joy and for that I am grateful. I think I may lean on my children to much. I am a bit of a nerd and so are my children. We enjoy anime, Potter, Dr Who, comic books, regular books, video games, movies, musical, anything PBS etc. We talk, watch and read.
The truth is I dread my day to day. My routine of fighting the alarm every morning and going to work. Coming home for the dishes, laundry, dirty toilets, dinner prep, homework, reading, bath time, bed time etc. All these things keep me busy but feel a bit robotic.
I dread my husband coming home with nothing or little to say. When he does speak I can’t tell if I actually say something that upsets him or if he is looking for a way to be upset with me so he doesn’t have to engage. Of course asking this gets flipped and I was rude or snarky which caused his discomfort and resulting silence. Maybe it is my fault. Maybe I am a snarky, rude person.
He may or may not eat the dinner I prepare that is on the table prior or close to when he walks through the door. I try to get us all to eat together every night.
I dread the awkward silence that has become my house. My children talk with me and sit and watch Jeopardy with me but my husband sits in the other room wearing headphones and watching videos on his phone. The other night – the only time he came out was because his neck/shoulder cramped and he needed someone to rub it.
Once my youngest is in bed and my teenager is sitting at his own computer with homework or whatever has caught his eye; I am essentially alone.
I am alone. I feel alone in a house full of people. I just crawl into bed and close my eyes until the alarm goes off telling me to do it all over again. I dread my empty feeling. I dread that I feel I deserve to be empty. I dread the empty feeling I have when I look at my husband. A man I feel I have nothing in common with. This Man I vowed to be with until I died. Maybe it is me. Maybe I am a snarky person. Maybe I do deserve the way I am treated regardless of how I feel. Maybe I should just be quiet since it is apparent that to the other party that I have brought this on myself.
I feel like I should move out. I feel like I should take my biological son and go live with my parents. My stepson is a senior in High School. He is currently rebuilding his relationship with his biological mother who suffers from a mental illness and hurt him and herself because of it. I feel I should stay for him. He will soon be an adult but I feel I should stay until it is official. I feel like I should stay for my young son. Give him a 2-parent household and maintain his stability. I feel like my unhappiness is not important. I don’t want to stay in an unhappy relationship. I don’t want my sons to think their wives will just take care of everything while they talk on the phone with their friends, sit in the garage and smoke [cigarettes] and watch videos on their phones or surf the web.
I wrote a document in 2015 when I started having this crisis of mind. I brought it up to my husband then that I felt we didn’t have anything in common any more. I used to be semi interested in the things he was. Now, honestly I could care less about going out on a Motorcycle or going shooting. As for the physical, I don’t feel it either. Not even cuddle. He basically, then and now, blamed my feeling of having nothing in common and my emptiness on the children. The premise for his blame and argument being that I am more in love with my children – and more specifically my one biological child – than him.
The truth is it is Christmas and this is not a Christmas problem. I can’t ruin Christmas.
Odessa National Golf Club owes $500K+ in school taxes to Appoquinimink as district seeks referendum By Amy Cherry 11:14pm, December 4, 2016 – Updated 11:23pm, More than $50 million is owed in back taxes to New Castle County’s six school districts–money that could be used to help fund what many are calling an under-funded and […]
Homecoming breathalyzers irk Smyrna parents Jerry Smith , The News Journal Tina Vass couldn’t believe it when her son told her a breathalyzer test was being administered to every student walking into the Smyrna High School homecoming dance. Like many parents, it was the first she had heard of the practice of giving mandatory breathalyzer tests […]
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