tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259640402011-12-15T23:29:25.226-06:00THIS BLOG IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. Anyone under 18 should leave immediately. This blog started as a place to chronicle my attempt at rekindling a long ago romance in spite of the fact that we were both married to others but has evolved into an ongoing journal of my evolving sexual revolution and hopefully my maturation into a fully functional adult.Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.comBlogger12311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-21344082994034877212011-10-13T17:58:00.000-05:002011-10-13T17:58:18.164-05:00

I know it’s weird, but my mom and W are pretty close to the same age. Yes, that’s what marrying someone so much older than yourself brings – a husband and mother in the same peer group. Fun times. They are both of similar age, and yet one is so much more active than the other. Neither exercises per se. However, one gets up every day to cook and clean and babysit and teach music lessons. The

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A third death on top of the first two is just too damned much. This time it is my cousin’s mother-in-law. Now I know that doesn’t sound like a very close relationship to me. However, when we lived in LOH we hung out with my cousin’s family a lot, and his MIL was often around. I got to know her, not terribly well, but well enough to know what a wonderful, caring mother and grandmother she was.

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Both Pastor and Freud have now made suggestions to me that I write about my feelings either in a journal or in letters to people that will never be mailed. So here I am. My deepest darkest thoughts always go here in my anonymous blog where they are read only by anonymous internet people. Just because my deepest darkest thoughts no longer have to do with infidelity and indiscretion doesn’t mean

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First, I want to say a big thanks to all of you for your condolence messages, here and elsewhere. Hugs, both physical and virtual, have been mighty helpful to me through all of this. No matter the emotional upheaval that can ensue from romantic entanglements (and you know I’ve had plenty of those) it doesn’t come close to losing a parent. There have been a number of thoughts that have struck me

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My dad died recently. There I said it. Bluntly. Plainly. No easing the pain, no toning down the wording. He is dead. Gone. He was not immortal. He is not coming back. I will never again see this imposing man. I will never again hear his voice. When I first found out I was in a bit of shock. W had to remind me that it would be good to call work to let them know I wouldn’t be in that day. It

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Because I desperately need some mindless fluff in my life I decided to do this week's Sunday Stealing meme.  It's all about movies.  Plenty of mindless fluff there, right? 1. Movie you love with a passion.  Gone With the Wind -- Rhett Butler is one of the most level-headed, street-wisest men I've ever seen.  I idolize him.  I also love Melly.  She is everything I want to be (except sickly; I

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It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Well, no it wasn’t really either of those things. The trip, like most things in life, had its ups and downs. To make things easy I’ve split my report into two lists the Ups and the Downs. There are plenty of both. UPS Freedom! Freedom from motherhood, freedom from W’s health concerns, freedom from worrying about the job situation. Hallelujah

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Sigh. . . I realize I rarely post here anymore. Like many others real life has intervened, and then there's Facebook and Twitter where I spend much too much time. Occasionally though, I have thoughts that just don't seem to fit well into my Facebook life which is my IRL self with my IRL friends. And that's where we are today. I will be spending my summer vacation in an inner city location,

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So the Big Birthday Bash is coming up this weekend. Yeah, the countdown has been over there in the right column for a long time. I was looking forward to it for a long time. It was gonna be raw (as N would say). Then came the news of the possible layoff in the future. The future is very uncertain. Well, that ain’t a time to be going out and frivolously spending money on caterers and DJs and

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So. . . We had lunch. We talked about old times. We caught up on 32 years. He apologized for some hurtful things he said after our breakup oh so long ago. I accepted his apology and felt a flood of emotion that rose unbidden in me. I had hurt from his words for so very many years. They stung me for years. I even believed them for a very long time. His apology meant the world to me, set me free

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So I started talking about him here a long time ago. Then a couple of months ago this happened. And I just let it lay there without follow up of any kind. Now we are to this week, the week that I turn 50. The week I reach a half century of experience and, one would hope, wisdom. And now. . . this week. . . on my very birthday in fact. . . he is having lunch with me. . . at his invitation

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Wouldn't you just know it? About the time I get sort of comfy somewhere along comes the big surprise. And the surprise is never good. The surprise always sucks the air right out of ya'. Recently it was announced that my employer has lost its largest contract. This will mean layoffs. No details have yet been announced. But hec, I can put the pieces together and see that my position is in

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Found this meme and wanted to do it. I think I’ve already done it once in the past (as in a couple of years ago), but that’s okay. Since it is time based it will be new and different even if I did do it before. Looking Back Ten seconds ago I was sorting through old files on my ‘puter. Ten minutes ago I was sorting through old files on my ‘puter. (Yes, it is taking a while, particularly as I get

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Have you seen The King’s Speech? If so, then perhaps you remember the scene where Lionel, the speech therapist, is meeting with the King and encourages him to swear thus: King George VI: All that work down the drain. My own brother, I couldn't say a single word to him in reply. Lionel Logue: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me? King George VI: 'Cos you're b...

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I'm going to share a secret with you here. I'm starting Weight Watchers again. It's a secret because I don't want anyone to know because I don't want anyone turning into the food police on me. I don't want people commenting on what I do or don't eat. I don't want people to comment on or even notice that I'm losing weight. All I want to do is focus on eating healthier and in a more deliberate

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I may or may not be on certain social networking sites. Well, okay, obviously I’m on Facebook as is alluded to in the previous post. Facebook is a great (note sarcasm) way of staying in touch with those who are, or were, important to you. Oh yes, I’m friends with all sorts of people from my past and present – J, BJ, W, my first love (who I may have to give an initial to if I keep talking about

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Okay, so if you have read much of this blog you pretty well know that I can blow a little thing way the freaking heck out of proportion. It’s what I do. It’s how I survive the boring, humdrum life that I have. I rant and ramble about one man or another constantly and how they are total scum and unworthy of fabulous me, and then I turn right around and completely throw myself at them with oh how

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Do you ever find yourself really pissed off when the computer tells you the password you entered is wrong? I do. I think to myself, “Look here, you stupid effing computer. I’m the one that made up that password. I know that password. Who are you to be telling me it’s wrong?” Then I enter it again, this time with no typos, and I realize that my anger may have been somewhat misplaced and perhaps

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I guarantee this will be a short post because I'm creating it on my phone. I hate typing with my thumbs on this little tiny keyboard. Apologies in advance for typos that may occur due to my lack of thunb coordination. Life rolls on. W remains W. N remains a 12 yr old boy with all that entails. TS2 remains untouchableand unaware of my feelings even though that gets difficult as she admires one

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(I know, I know. Try not to fall over. Two posts in three days. It's almost enough to scare a person. Maybe I'm getting my groove back.) Thought I would answer a question from the comments on the last post. Whatever happened with the woman, TS2, who moved into the house? TS2 is a part of the family now. She moved in the fall and quickly fell into the routine of the household. It took me a bit

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So here we are -- new year and same old stuff. I am stuck in limbo. I think that's why I never write anymore. I am stuck. I am here, in my life that I myself created this way, stuck with an old man who after struggling for several years to be healthy has seemingly come out the other side healthier than ever. Yes, W has gotten so many of his health issues under control and/or put behind him

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I really wanted to write something but didn’t know what to write so I stole me a meme. I figured answering questions would be a good way to get my creative juices flowing again. 1. Lots of pillows or just one? Describe your pre-sleeping rituals. Well, really this is a two parter. For the pillow part – lots. Lots and lots and lots. You can never have too many pillows. If you start to think

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Today is All Saints Day. I’m not Catholic so I don’t celebrate All Saints Day. I’m not particularly into Saints. Oh the New Orleans Saints are alright, but I’m not going to be praying to Saint Christopher, Saint Xavier, or even Saint Nicholas anytime soon. Well, that had nothing whatsoever to do with today’s post, but it is a reflection of the rambling way my brain has been working lately.

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How do you silence the voices in your head? I certainly am having difficulty with that lately and really have had for a very long time. I even catch myself saying things out loud just like my dad used to when I was growing up. He’d be getting dressed in the morning for work and mutter to himself. Often I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but on the rare occasion when I could it would be

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Who’s out? D. She quit. She announced her resignation about a week and a half ago. I congratulated her, as is the appropriate thing to do. Then I went to the restroom and bawled. D was the one person that was making this job tolerable. Yes, I knew she was looking. Yes, I knew that eventually she would be gone. No, I didn’t know it would be so soon. Ever since she announced her

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I got tired of the Sunday Stealing memes for a while, and by invoking the age old adage about a woman's prerogative This week, I say with a shrug of my shoulders, I think I’ll give it another go. Just to cheer me up. . . and calm me down. . . and then maybe I’ll be able to tackle writing about why I need to be cheered up and calmed down. 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today,

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I have two huge crushes right now. One is one of those celebrity-it’ll-never-come-to-anything crushes. The other is an honest to goodness real life person known to me personally through my social circle. (Now, how odd does that sound coming from such a social misfit like me, that I would have a social circle. Oddly enough, I do seem to be developing one here. Go figure.) So first the

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10. There are approximately 4.2 million judges with their own courtroom TV shows. 9. People will sue each other in TV court for any damned thing, no matter how trivial. 8. Let’s Make a Deal just isn’t the same without Monty Hall. 7. My bed is really comfortable, even after 18 straight hours. 6. Pneumonia will drain the energy right out of you, making it difficult to even walk eight feet from the

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I say ... and you think ... ? Singapore :: Sling (even though I’ve never had one) blah blah blah :: Yada, yada, yada Stall :: Restroom (I’m pretty sure my friend Val would’ve said “horse”) Bowls :: Toilet (sorry, but that last one influenced this one) Entrance :: Exit Antique :: Old Elizabeth :: Aunt Hook :: and Eye Width :: Depth Photo journalism :: worth a thousand words of regular

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I’ve been reading the newest book by Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God. I’ve been a fan of Roth’s books for a while now. She basically takes an approach to weight loss that is focused at the emotions and feelings that contribute to overeating rather than trying to control food itself. I like her approach because I recognize in myself that there are psychological/emotional issues that are at the

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It’s a funny thing about boundaries and taboos. It is scary, sometimes very scary, to cross a line, to step over a boundary, to go into forbidden territory. However, once you’ve gone there it’s even harder not to go back. There is something about having done it, having crossed the line already that makes it easier the second time and the third and so forth. That’s why it’s important to think

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Ok people here’s the deal. I have been through both a first round and second round interview for a new job. I have been asked to provide references. I have been treated very well by these people. This would be a position with a multi-national, publicly traded company that is huge (and I mean really huge), but probably one you’ve barely heard of, if at all, because it does most of its work

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Still lacking time. However, the quickie update is this: second round interview this week for new job; loving the choir I just joined; Boss and Betty are going to drive me batty yet; got another cold call from a recruiter this a.m. for a job that sounds right up my alley, but is located in Cedar Rapids, hmmm. . . I wasn't really wanting to move, but. . . ; given that I haven't been looking for

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This is a scatter shot post – just things that I must say but without the time to really talk about them to the extent I’d like. Item #1 I auditioned for and was accepted into a local women’s choir. This is not just a cutesy little community group either. This is a group that has four CDs published and has won a national award or two. To say I’m ecstatic would be an understatement. Item #2 N

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No new substantive post yet. Aack! My life is way too busy which I hate, because I really, really, really have a lot to say. Soon folks, soon. . . I say ... and you think ... ? Rhythm :: and Blues Baby :: Blues Sanctimonious :: Bastard I like :: Rock ‘n’ Roll Constipated :: Bloated Sleep late :: Luxury Over easy :: Eggs Erratic :: Me! Umbrella :: Necessity You don’t :: mean it

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Once again you bear witness to my weird wacky mind while waiting for the real post on which I am currently working having to do with my dreams, therapy, and dreams about therapy. I am soon leaving for my therapy appointment so who knows where that post will go once I’ve talked to Freud for an hour. I say ... and you think ... ? Coma :: Very deep sleep Aristotle :: Onasis Pink eye ::

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I say ... and you think ... ? Sexting :: Gross Corrected :: Fixed Rewind :: Be kind Heard :: Listened Amazon :: Books Running :: from the law Illegal :: Bad Tracked :: Stalked Generate :: Make Towel :: Absorbant Don’t know what you might make of my answers up there. I wondered after I typed “Books” for Amazon how many people think of the river or tall strong women as opposed to the

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As I started writing this it was a dead heat between family revelations and work shit so I started with work shit only to have family revelations win the poll by a narrow margin. Luckily for my reading public this one was practically finished already so I’m putting in the hopper to post on Monday. Wow. Two posts within one week’s time. Totally radical, dude. One day last week just as soon as

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Okay people you asked and you receive. This is long, way longer than I realized it would be when I began writing it. It is a stream of consciousness posting with little editing done, mostly because I couldn't bear to read it again. Just writing it stirred up emotions, and I don't think I could stand further stirring. Let me start by saying that my perception of myself and my family, meaning

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Well, I’ve started two posts recently and finished neither of them. Then my world (at work) explodes. So which thing to write about. . . that is the question. One was a post that I started to write about how I grew up believing certain things and then as I matured and learned more and expanded my horizons I came to see some of my beliefs as wrong. It was turning into a very long post and

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I never ever post and then. . . Bam!. . . Two posts within one post all of a sudden. First off, let's start with Unconscious Mutterings, Week 387 I say ... and you think ... ? Collectors :: Trash Passion :: Obsession Winner :: Loser Uninhibited :: Free Challenge :: Hard Work Self :: Ego Your :: My Viewer :: Watcher Random :: Unplanned Vice :: President Next, I was lurking over at

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My heart skipped a beat this morning when I logged onto online banking and my balance was (horrors) only $745. Anytime my checking account balance dips below $1,000 I hate it. Now mind you I had last Friday set up some payments of some delinquent somewhat overdue teensy bit late bills that packed a punch to the old account. I knew I had done that. It wasn't a surprise. I knew ahead of time

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W is home from the hospital. The doctors cannot deal with the xxxxxxx in his xxxxx xxxxxxxxx until they are able to get the xxxxx xxxxxxxxxx under control, which they mostly did last week in the hospital but not completely. He is on meds to try to continue the progress started as an inpatient. He has numerous follow up appointments with various medical professionals this week and next. He is

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-89556803877811523602010-06-10T13:24:00.000-05:002010-06-10T13:24:47.252-05:00

What do you do when you see your current employer going down the same path that a former employer took that landed the former employer in bankruptcy? Well, if you’re me you start talking to management level people about it. You tell them exactly where you see the parallels. You tell them that with 20/20 hindsight here’s what the old employer’s management staff, as well as others outside of the

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-11665869514737497942010-06-09T17:21:00.001-05:002010-06-09T17:21:44.023-05:00

I’ve seen these a few places lately and thought I would share mine here. Maybe it will inspire you to make your own list. Not being in the hospital > being in the hospital > being dead Swimming > walking > bicycling > running Amazing Race > Survivor > Big Brother > other reality shows > non-reality shows Basketball > soccer > baseball > football > hockey Purple > pink Coke > Pepsi Spring

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I wrote the following email to my pastor today. I share it with you as a blog update. Pastor, Just wanted to let you know that W is now at Xxxxx Hospital and is supposed to be there until Wednesday or Thursday. He would love visitors, whether it’s you or any of the church folk. Xxxxx Xxxx is being a blessing to us by spending her afternoons this week with N. Also, Xxxx Xxxxxx and I have been

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-87417299529160043012010-06-01T08:30:00.000-05:002010-06-01T08:30:36.910-05:00

I say ... and you think ... ? Fresh air :: NPR Bodyguard :: Tough Wedding :: Useless Remind :: Annoy Wicked :: Evil Crawling :: Bugs Gasoline :: Fuel Anyone :: Care? Dancing :: with the Stars Wall :: Beat my head against

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Just a little summary of how things are going lately. GOOD • Thanks to not divorcing W and not having to pay him his equity in the house the mortgage has been fully paid off this month. • I finally got the Mirena IUD placed late last month, and it will hopefully help with the “lady issues” I’ve struggled with for so long. So far so good according to my Dr. • Summer is almost here meaning camps

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I say ... and you think ... ? Creepy :: Crawly Links :: Loops Sane :: Insane Bun :: Burger Visual :: Aural Remote :: Control Freaking :: Stupid Curly :: Hair Saga :: Drama Different :: Same

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I say ... and you think ... ? Hell :: fire and damnation Scott :: Garrelts (former SF Giants pitcher) Dominion :: Power Stunt :: double Cougar :: Me! Bwahahahahaha Columbia :: University Gasp :: Sputter, choke Cancerous :: lesion Bitty :: Itty Quit :: that right now!

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Okay, so I’ve been away from the blogosphere for a while. Looking at my last post it’s been almost a month, and that wasn’t much of a post either. So is anything wrong? Have I succumbed to some physical/emotional/mental ailment? Have I fallen from the face of the Earth? Have I been incarcerated? Was I marooned on a desert island? Where the hell have I been? Or did nobody even miss me?

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-34618016962799647832010-03-29T18:40:00.000-05:002010-03-29T18:40:32.318-05:00

I say ... and you think ... ? Bow out :: Gracefully Relationships :: are hard work Facebook :: not my thing Items :: checkout Ours :: theirs Sting :: bee Hangover :: headache Contacts :: eyes Lonely :: me Seven days :: week Sorry readers, if I have any left, I'll be back soon. Between March Madness and this week being Holy Week I just haven't had the time to blog for real lately.

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I say ... and you think ... ? Burrito :: Grande Spike :: Ryan and Kendall’s boy Tougher :: Weaker Mock :: Make fun of Slurp :: Sloppy Knock :: Down Conference :: Champions Madness :: March Minds :: are a terrible thing to waste Connection :: Outlet

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The other evening during dinner, N was pulling on the waistband of his pants. W and I both noticed. W: What are you doing? N: Making room so I can eat more. TS: Oh, I thought you were looking for something in there. N: You thought I wanted to show off my package? My package is so big it takes two UPS trucks to carry it. Dinner resumed some time later when we all managed to stop laughing.

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It is March. It is that most wonderful time of the year during which I become glued to the TV each and every weekend until the championship game on the first Monday of April. It may be a form of madness. It may be denial that my beloved Illini totally suck this year. It may be eternal hope that in spite of their suckitude I hope for an NIT championship for my boys. It may be compassion that

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What’s new in Trueself’s life? Not much. . . And lots. . . If you were to look at me you wouldn’t see any change at all. Oh sure, my hair is longer than it’s been in a long, long time, but other than that same old Trueself. What is different maybe is all inside of me . . . a new attitude for one thing . . . and that’s a big thing right there . . . and maybe the intention to live a bit more

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-91257957037845571772010-03-16T07:22:00.003-05:002010-03-16T07:22:00.466-05:00

I used to do this meme on a regular basis on my private blog. It's quick and generally pretty easy. I think for now I'm going to probably replace Sunday Stealing with Unconscious Mutterings. This week, you lucky reader you, get both. I say ... and you think ... ?Children :: Joy Saddlebags :: Motorcycle Restraint :: Wild Abandon Awake :: Asleep Blood :: Sweat and Tears Shutter :: Window

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I didn't do last week's edition of Sunday Stealing. I wasn't sure if I would do this week's, but when I went and looked it over I decided to give it a go. Although some questions are ones I've previously answered there were enough new ones with some meat to chew on to make it worth my while. Besides it buys me a little time while I write a real post (and there is one just itching to get

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-71861665334472762302010-03-12T15:58:00.000-06:002010-03-12T15:58:01.725-06:00

This just in: Illinois beat Wisconsin today in the Big Ten Tournament. This gives Illinois an actual shot at making the NCAA Tournament. Also, it means Illinois gets the pleasure of playing against Ohio St. in the next round of the Big Ten Tournament. March Madness is just getting under way my friends. It'll all be over much too soon so enjoy it while you can.

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-48873374549784695882010-03-11T09:53:00.000-06:002010-03-11T09:53:09.581-06:00

This past week is one of those times when I feel like I’ve just had the gear in neutral and have idled. I don’t think this is a bad thing. It is sometimes necessary during any process to just take some time and space for nothing. Even God took the seventh day off. Not only that, He then included it in one of His commandments to us. Time off – a necessary part of life and all the processes

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-71647103507331740552010-03-10T17:45:00.000-06:002010-03-10T17:45:27.268-06:00

Emotions are swarming like gnats in autumn. I know it is at least partially due to hormones, but it isn't all about that. There's other shit too. I am, in spite of some contradictions within, all of the following: Angry Sad Frustrated Giddy Energetic Anxious Tense Happy Hopeful Confused Uncertain I feel like a slingshot that is poised for shooting, pulled taut, waiting until that

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-57876266891129767502010-03-04T16:40:00.000-06:002010-03-04T16:40:54.118-06:00

I am really good at one thing. Oh, there may be other things I’m good at in addition to this, but this one thing is what I’m talking about today. I am really good at deflection – the act of turning aside or off course according to the dictionary. When I am trying to deal with my own issues it is very easy for me to turn aside or wander off course, particularly by analyzing other people’s

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-86658989215153269712010-03-03T17:47:00.001-06:002010-03-03T17:47:14.024-06:00

No, the title isn’t exactly leading into a post you would think it would. Nope. . . So stopping thinking that way. Right now. I insist. No, this post is about a dream I had last night and the man who appeared in it in a starring role. This was one of those dreams that was very vivid, the kind that sticks with me afterwards as my conscious brain tries to work through what my subconscious

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-47295928624061778072010-03-01T17:31:00.000-06:002010-03-01T17:31:17.412-06:00

Hmmm. . . not a huge Disney fan so this should be really boring awful challenging. Not sure I even know for sure Disney films vs. other films so that could be entertaining for you as you read through the answers seeing my ignorance shining through. Also not sure I’ll even have answers for all the questions. Oh well, let’s give it a go, shall we? After all, how bad can it possibly be? 1.

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Okay, so I thought I better get this posted prior to the next Sunday Stealing being due. So here's last week's edition which is a continuation of the prior Sunday's version. 34. What do you like about the summer? Sunshine, warmth, vacation 35. What do you like about spring? Flowers, my birthday, Easter 36. How many states provinces have you lived in? Four 37. What cities/towns have you

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-61698086886566024862010-02-26T15:25:00.000-06:002010-02-26T15:25:44.348-06:00

"We aren't like other families. We're so much better than they are because we don't drink, or cuss, or smoke cigarettes, and we go to church most Sundays." "You'll never get a man to love you if you're too fat." "You'll never get a man to marry you if you won't change your last name when you do." "You're too idealistic. You can't change anything so don't waste your time trying." "The only

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-8312634410492034292010-02-25T00:22:00.000-06:002010-02-25T00:22:00.212-06:00

Well, well, well. . . Good session with Freud this week. We started delving into places where angels I fear to tread. We started talking about things that have been forefront in my mind throughout my viral snot-infested Mucinex-resistant sinus and bronchial infection. Being sick gives one lots of time to think between lying in bed limp as a ragdoll and coughing in spasms that wrack the body

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-10026234119252774132010-02-24T11:55:00.001-06:002010-02-24T11:55:47.795-06:00

Still fighting the virus from hell. I have so many stories to tell. . . and no energy to write them here. Suffice to say I make it to work each day which saps every ounce of energy in my being leaving me useless for anything else. Pass the tissues, would you please? Thanks.

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I'm sick with the virus from hell. I don't feel well enough to think of a post this week for Thursday Therapy. Sorry. . . I'll be back once I kick this virus in the ass.

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-80477952163554463162010-02-15T15:13:00.000-06:002010-02-15T15:13:01.107-06:00

1. How old will you be in five years? If I live that long, I’ll be 53. 2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today? Just my coworkers, but even then I haven't really spent much time with them. They are in their cubes, and I'm in mine. 3. How tall are you? 5’ 7” 4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? Spending an afternoon with J. (Yes, I see your eyes rolling.

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I’m not naming names in this post. I would suggest you not try to guess which of the men I’ve been with in my lifetime to whom this applies. It applies, perhaps, to more than one man I’ve had in my life, kind of a composite picture, and while some parts may apply more to one than another, it would be unfair to judge any one of the men with whom I’ve slept based on this post. There was an anger

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-87516619416925544842010-02-12T14:56:00.000-06:002010-02-12T14:56:44.853-06:00

Today is my three year anniversary at my job. Looking back three years ago it seems like such a short time in some ways and a lifetime ago in others. The new job meant a second big move in just a few years’ time, a disruption whose effects continue to ripple through my life. Some things are better than they were then, some things are worse, some are just different but not really better or worse,

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-53630056666582691432010-02-11T16:06:00.000-06:002010-02-11T16:06:50.431-06:00

Time again for a Thursday Therapy post? Really? Where does the time go? Oh yeah, I remember now – basketball hoopla, medical hoopla, band concerts, blizzards, the cold that just keeps hanging on giving me the raspy voice and runny nose that makes me so attractive, yadda, yadda, yadda. . . Okay, so about Tuesday’s session with Freud; he’s taking me down roads I don’t want to go. I can tell

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-8217159657525638142010-02-10T15:02:00.000-06:002010-02-10T15:02:03.318-06:00

WARNING: This post is chock full of TMI of the female reproductive system type. Read on at your own risk. Just sayin’. Tuesday dawned bright and cold. Okay, maybe it wasn’t too bright. Actually, it was pretty overcast, but somehow the blanket of snow that Ma Nature laid down the night before made things seem pretty bright. Also slick apparently because virtually all of the schools in the

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-34302569405744122872010-02-09T09:00:00.001-06:002010-02-09T09:00:06.415-06:00

Wow. Just wow. That’s the only way I can describe this past weekend. It was a whirlwind of activity, chock full of fun events, a few obligations, a couple of annoyances and even a little time for a Sunday afternoon nap. N and I woke up bright and early on Saturday morning knowing we had a big day ahead. We dressed in our finest (aka most outrageous) Illini outfits. We headed off down the

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-77574587901085504822010-02-08T17:18:00.000-06:002010-02-08T17:18:24.833-06:00

A continuation of the Sunday Stealing meme from last week 12. How many drafts of potential blog posts do you have right now? Not many at all. I think I may have a couple, but generally if it’s a thought that makes it into words on the screen it gets published right away for better or worse. 13. In what medium do you draft your posts? Often in a Word document. Occasionally I just write right

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What follows is a rambling disjointed post that barely makes sense. Deal with it. It is an accurate reflection of my brain's workings (or how it's not working) today. I blame it on the cold I caught from N. I'm not too sure what to write this week for this post. I am feeling somewhat calm and good and in a place where I am comfortable with myself. Now, I wouldn't expect that to last long,

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-34053386476191178322010-02-02T12:47:00.000-06:002010-02-02T12:47:35.656-06:00

Today’s post is presented in Herb Caen three dot journalistic fashion. For those clueless to the meaning of that (I suspect just about anyone who hasn’t spent time in the Bay Area) click on the link. Herb Caen was an icon. I never missed a column of his the entire time I lived in Northern CA. My version of three dot journalism pales in comparison to his. But it’s more fun than doing just a

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-12756387338491184622010-01-31T23:46:00.000-06:002010-01-31T23:46:04.382-06:00

1. How long have you been blogging? Almost four years on this blog, and I think about another year on my other (now private) blog. 2. What made you start? With the first one, just a restless need to write. This blog was started when I was first in contact with J and considering what to do about that. 3. Who inspired you? Interestingly enough, my very first inspiration to blog at all came from

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-24418023775197585972010-01-28T08:44:00.003-06:002010-01-28T08:44:00.614-06:00

Okay, so my intention was to talk to Freud about the whole W mess and how I am inches from killing (figuratively folks, just figuratively) him were it not for my strong distaste for orange jumpsuits and and doing laundry for 200 other convicted felons. However, we didn't spend much time on that. We again spent time on my work issues, and how that's going and how I can navigate amidst the

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Your PB and J Says You're Adventurous and Accepting Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are! You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall. Your taste in food tends to be pretty flexible. You may crave sushi one night, and your favorite childhood recipe the next. You

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-43218255427438694242010-01-26T17:54:00.000-06:002010-01-26T17:54:57.096-06:00

The endometrial biopsy was benign. Yay! What that means is no D&C in my future (as far as can be predicted now), and all systems are "GO" for me to get an IUD placed so that my bleeding can be controlled, possibly even stopped, for five years. Can you believe that? Five years. By then it will be menopause time so when they take it out if all goes well I will suffer through menopause like my

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-89407584032732960252010-01-26T06:26:00.001-06:002010-01-26T06:26:00.333-06:00

Yesterday Boss sat down and asked for my opinion on some work issues. That's right. . . HE.ASKED.FOR.MY.OPINION. And then. . . and then. . . he actually acted interested in what I had to say! I know! It's like a miracle from heaven. Believe you me I looked out the window, but I didn't see any pigs flying. What on earth is happening here? I swear I'm going to go read Revelations again.

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-76175869234495547602010-01-25T12:48:00.000-06:002010-01-25T12:48:07.696-06:00

The theme of this meme fits my current mood quite well. I am, if nothing else, feeling quite negative today, sponsored in part by the letters P,M, and S. Do not cross me today. Grrr. . . . . . . Foods which disgust the crap out of me: Organ meats of all varieties no matter how they are prepared. TV show I loathe: This is a tough one for me because if I don’t care for a show I don’t watch

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-21018651919252090252010-01-22T17:05:00.000-06:002010-01-22T17:05:00.353-06:00

Sorry. I ran out of time yesterday when writing the post and since it was, after all, Thursday and time to get the Thursday Therapy post posted, I went ahead and did the quick and dirty version focusing on what I need to work on in therapy rather than the precipitating event. Today’s post is the precipitating event. . . in excruciating and copious detail. (Could I write any other way?)

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-59363171512677670622010-01-21T17:26:00.000-06:002010-01-21T17:26:33.228-06:00

No I am not literally going to kill anyone. I might consider it, but I have a lot better things to do with the rest of my life than spend it working in the laundry at a maximum security women’s prison. Nobody is worth doing that to myself so the world is spared from a murderer just because I hate doing laundry. Isn’t that nice to know? Ah but the reason for even having the killing thoughts

Trueselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376379968984585345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25964040.post-56308709487904270032010-01-20T14:54:00.001-06:002010-01-20T14:55:01.256-06:00

Today’s post is a frivolous little thing, just a bit of a mystery that I can’t solve. I can’t solve it in spite of my affinity for math, my profession as an accountant, and my proclivity for managing money relatively well. For you non-math types, this is going to be one of those (gasp) word problems that are so reviled by the non-math among us. I don’t know that it will help you that this is

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Trivia about me, well this meme certainly fits with the overall genre of this little blog! As I write this opening I haven’t yet really looked at the questions in the meme yet, but I’m curious as to what I’ll find. Let’s dive right into the deep end then, shall we? Opening… Do you get regular massages? No. I wish I did, but that is one luxury I am far from affording right now. Do you have

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Haven’t written a TT post in a few weeks. Life intervened and focused me elsewhere, but I’m back now and hope to continue these weekly therapeutic posts for myself. Tuesday’s therapy session dealt exclusively with work. Work has been stressing me out lately. I have a really difficult time reading Boss. He is a different personality than I am used to having as a boss, and consequently I don’t

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This was, in turns, great fun, very frustrating, and eye-rollingly stupid. Never let those difficulties stop me from sharing much too much about my inner being. Heh. . . Instructions: Answer the Current Obession category and then explain WHY you chose that response. Book: Sabbath by Wayne Muller. This is the book we are studying at church in our small group studies. We aren’t far into it

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I know this is way in advance, more than a year out even, but this is big and important so I need to get it out there now. Mark your calendars, save your money, put this at the top of your 2011 travel priorities, get your passports and visas ready if you need them to travel to the U.S. If you are reading this you are invited to this once in a lifetime opportunity that you won’t want to miss.

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Is it too late to post last Sunday's Sunday Stealing entry? Of course not! At least not in my world it isn't. 1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? My initial thought was W. However, as N’s father I just can’t do that to him (just like I couldn’t let him become homeless). My second thought was Osama Bin Laden. Him I think I could live with

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I don’t know. I’m lost in a haze somewhere (not to mention I am freezing just like most of the rest of the people in this country) between holidays and work and whatnot (and in the end isn’t it always the whatnot that just takes up way too much of your time?) so that I’m not really sure where I am or what I’m doing or where I’m going. Yikes! So, a random collection of thoughts, in no

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A little while back I wrote: I feel a really big angry rant brewing inside me. I know anger is one of the phases of the grieving process. I thought I’d pretty well worked through the grieving process over someone yet it seems perhaps I was just caught up in the denial phase. By year’s end (so in the next couple of weeks) I do believe you can expect to see me letting off a bit of steam here in the

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1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before? Let W move back into the house after I thought I’d finally gotten him out for good. 2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? No, and no I don’t think I’ll make any this year although I still have a few days so maybe I’ll change my mind. 3. How will you be spending New Year's Eve? Sleeping. 4.

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Is it bad that I have done absolutely no Christmas shopping yet this year except for a couple of stocking stuffers bought while grocery shopping a couple of weeks ago? Answer: Yes, yes it is. Here ends the explanation for my absence from the blogosphere the next couple of days.

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This is one of those there-are-too-many-things-I-want-to-say-and-not-enough-time-so-I’ll-post-a-stupid-list type posts. Yes, life is hectic for Trueself during the holidays. So much to do, so little time. Then I heap a big pile of medical tests and so forth on top just for fun. Whee! So here we go, bits and pieces of random updates: The church has a new pastor whom I adore. I do believe she is

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1. What is your favorite holiday show/animated show? It is almost impossible to pick just one. I love so very many. N and I watched a number of them this past weekend since we have a ton on DVD. Hmm. . . Favorite? Really? Just one? Nope, can’t do it. I love A Charlie Brown Christmas, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and so very many others. 2. What holiday

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Tuesday’s therapy session was devoted a great deal to issues I’m having at work. Work has been not so good. Work has been in turmoil, not the least of which was a result of the changeover in supervisors in my area. In addition, a new coworker (who I addressed in last week’s edition of TT) came in with guns ablazin’ ready to change the world. Fortunately, Freud has been very helpful to me in

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I know a few of my readers are also alums/supporters of Big Ten schools so I don’t think I’m totally talking to myself here. However, those of you uninterested in collegiate athletics and conferences and the like may as well stroll off and come back another day when regular relationship whining resumes. Okay, so now that it's just us here’s the deal. Just this morning I hear that the Big Ten (

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