Tuesday, November 18, 2008

All for Want of a Skillet


I had a set of four cast iron skillets. I have had three of them – tiny, small and medium – since I was in college and a boyfriend of mine bought them for me so I could play housewife and cook good stuff for him at his apartment. The fourth, a very large skillet, I bought at a yard sale some years ago. When W moved out he took the two smallest skillets, and I was okay with that. I rarely ever used those two. Now he wants the medium skillet which is my workhorse cast iron skillet. It’s the one in which I bake cornbread. It’s the one in which I do the bulk of the cast iron skillet cooking in my kitchen from sautéing to frying to making grilled cheese sandwiches. It is old, well used, and therefore well seasoned. Now he freakin’ wants it! Umm, no. Sorry.

There aren’t a lot of things I’ll fight for, but I’ve got a short list of things that are non-negotiable to me:

Our Illini season tickets
My two remaining cast iron skillets
My baby grand piano
My KitchenAid mixer
My wingback chair
I will get these few things in this divorce settlement.

How dare he? HOW_DARE_HE?!?!? How dare he encroach on my short list? WTF is he thinking? Out of a half dozen things that are truly important to me he wants two of them. I would have even bent on the Illini season tickets probably. However, when he goes after my cast iron skillet? Now them there’s fightin’ words bubba. I’ll whack him over the head with it before I’ll give it to him.

Oh, we were all so cooperative in this divorce thing until he found out that in our state he will be unable to avoid paying child support. Ever since then it has just been one nitpicky thing after another. Bastard. Petty bullshit. Petty bullshit that he knows will push my buttons. I have tried hard not to let on how much he is pushing my buttons, but I must say the volcano is getting close to eruption. Mighty close. . .

Grrr. . . . . yes, that IS steam you see coming from my ears.

Monday, November 17, 2008

When the Train of Thought Derails

Reason #352 Why W and I shouldn’t be together
When we were at the Illini football game on Saturday (hey, we have season tickets together at least thru this season so yeah we spend time together at the games) W repeatedly got snotty with people as they came and went in our row. I’m surprised that no physical fights broke out given his nasty comments as people made their way past us. OMG, he embarrasses the crap out of me. At least next year I won’t have to sit next to him during football season.


About Those Season Tickets
I had decided a while back that I would claim the season football tickets for me in the divorce settlement but hadn’t yet spoken to W about it. I know the home games are over for this year. However, come next year we can renew those season tickets. Getting new season tickets, rather than renewing, could be dicey (although that’s unlikely given the state of Illini football) or at the very least could mean settling for worse seats. On Saturday W brought up that he might not renew the season tickets next year. As soon as I expressed interest in taking them over he backpedaled faster than a hawk swoops on a rabbit. Good lord, are we going to hit a snag in the divorce proceedings over season football tickets? Really? I am, after all, the Illinois alum. He’s not. It only seems fair to me that I get the football seats. Hopefully, he’ll come around to seeing it my way. If not, I can always go for part of the investment account we have held in joint tenancy even though it is money that came from his side of the family. I’ve bent over backwards to be fair as we’ve discussed dividing things up and allow him to have the entire $45K in addition to his share of the equity in our house. I suppose if he must have those season tickets I can just ask for my half of the investment account. There you go buddy, start to be unreasonable and shoot yourself in the foot.


Crying Jag
Had a doozy of a crying jag yesterday. Not my proudest moment. Curled up in a ball like a baby, laid on the bed, and BJ held me. He held me until I was all cried out, and it took a long time before I was all cried out. It felt good, cathartic. It was a release of a lot of pent up frustrations and anxieties over my current financial situation.


Too Darned Cold
Why is it that with the temperature outside hovering in the upper 30s, they are blowing cold air onto us cubicle rats here at work? It is so not fair. I’m sitting here with a sweater on over my sweater, and I’m still cold. Somebody want to turn on the heat? Please?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Red Alert!! Temper Tantrum Ahead

Being petty. Not good. No, no, no. Must calm down.

W called earlier. Wanted to tell me how Q and he were looking at houses this morning, and Q’s back started hurting real bad. He took her to an urgent care facility where they declared she had a pulled muscle in her back. They gave her a muscle relaxant.

I’m listening to this thinking, “Ok. I’m thrilled (do you detect the sarcasm here? If not, reread with sarcasm in mind) to have the update. Is there a point?” Of course I didn’t say that, and eventually he finally got around to the point.

Due to taking longer at the urgent care facility than anticipated he can’t pick N up from the after school program as he was supposed to on his weekend because he still has to drive Q home (a couple hours away) and then return here which would have already happened if she hadn’t been in so much pain. (Oh Q, you poor baby. Really. I think of all the times I’ve needed W to take care of me and the quality of the job he’s done. Well, at least Q will learn early what a zero he is at caretaking.)

Of course with this being W’s weekend with N I have plans with BJ, plans that up until a half hour ago didn’t include N. Now due to timing of the Illini basketball game BJ and I are to attend this evening we must include N in our dinner plans and get N back to W before we head off to the game. Not to mention that it is going to push us timewise to get N, eat, get N to W’s and still get all the way to the game on time.

Lovely.

My reaction to all this:
I want to poke Q in the back with a sharp stick, repeatedly.
I want to whack W over the head with the same stick, repeatedly.
I want to protect N from hurt feelings over feeling W is prioritizing Q over him.
I want to not make BJ mad because our plans have to be modified.
I want to tell all of them to go the f*#$ away and leave me alone and let me sulk for a while.
I want the world to revolve around me for a change. When the f*#$ is it my turn?

Okay. Tantrum finished. Time to put on my big girl panties and deal with all of this maturely. Which I will. Now that I’ve vented. Privately. In front of the entire internet.

Hmm, now that I think about it I don’t think I even said to W how sorry I was to hear Q wasn’t feeling well. Oh dear. Where on earth were my manners?

Who Me?

N has done the impossible -- gotten me to like hip hop.

One of my favorites:


Independent -- that's me!!

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Therapy in a Blog Post

Let me start by saying that I know that this is what I wanted. I wanted W and me to split up. I wanted us to move on without each other. I wanted us to go our separate ways. Goodness knows I have had my share of male companionship both before and after he moved out. I know, I know, I know.

Yet the feelings I have about his relationship with Q are all too real. I don’t want him back. That isn’t at all a part of the feeling. However, I felt like we were reaching a kind of even keel, a place where I was comfortable, a place where we were cooperating and working together for N’s best interests. Now we’ve gone from him telling me about Q just over a week ago to her staying at his apartment, being introduced to N and me, all in what feels like a whirlwind time frame. It has all left me somewhat breathless.

I’m sure if you asked W he would claim that I am no more knocked off kilter than he was when I finally asked him to move out of the house, or when I introduced him to BJ when we all met at a local street festival. I’m sure that he would claim introducing N to Q is no different than me introducing N to BJ. In many ways, he would be right.

Right or wrong, this has me reeling. I was just getting my mind wrapped around the idea of W with a new lady and had just talked to my counselor on Tuesday night about the best way to introduce N to her and to broach the subject at some later point about both BJ and Q becoming more permanent fixtures in our little world. My counselor helped me with a strategy for approaching W to talk it over and for the two of us together to sit down with N and talk to him about these changes in family dynamics.

Then BOOM! I go to pick N up from W’s apartment after work yesterday, and there they are, all three of them, W, N and Q, all together. I have no warning. I am not prepared. I am caught quite off guard. W, in his usual polite way, makes no move to introduce Q and me to one another so Q introduces herself to me. For the rest of the time I was there she talked incessantly even when I was trying to deal with some practical issues with W that needed attending. She interjected her opinion when W chastised me for letting N wear a hoodie instead of his winter coat yesterday. She interjected when I asked W about whether he wanted to make a purchase for N’s school fundraiser. She offered her opinion on every little thing until I just wanted to flee the scene as soon as possible. I stopped talking pretty much altogether other than to say we really must get home now. It was clear that I could not have any discussion with W in Q’s presence. It was equally clear to me that she was trying way too hard, possibly out of nerves or maybe it’s just how she is. I don’t know. For now, I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, it’s got to be nerves when a person feels compelled to give their best Alvin and the Chipmunks impersonation within moments of meeting her boyfriend’s soon to be ex-wife. Right?

One thing the counselor had said to me was that N would pick up his cues from me on how to react to W’s new relationship, and I thought of that as I was there and afterwards as we drove home. I never let N see anything but positive or neutral reaction from me towards the situation. He asked me in the car if this meant that he was now going to have two moms and two dads. I told him I didn’t know what his dad’s plans are with Q, and he would have to ask his dad. I told him I didn’t know much about the situation or about Q. N told me he didn’t either.

Oh, and I named her Q for the blog because I just feel like everything I feel about her right now is just one big QUESTION.

But you know what? Here’s the thing. No matter what we’re going through right now, and no matter how tough it gets or what feelings I have about it, I still feel that W and me not being together is the right thing. Things are much more peaceful for me without him. I am proving to myself every day that I can handle so much more (including the big ugly bug in the bathtub recently, which was handled very effectively by drowning and then using copious amounts of toilet tissue to gingerly lift its dead carcass out of the tub and deposit it in the trash) than I thought I could ever do. I am able to continue on by myself. I do not need W as I once thought that I did. Had I not been so needy it would have been infinitely easier for me to leave W. Q coming into the picture has shaken me largely because it takes away a fallback position for me. If I had to I could turn to W for help. With Q in the picture I can’t really do that anymore. Truth be told, I shouldn’t have seen W that way anyway. If I’m going to be on my own, I need to be on my own, not leaning on my soon to be ex for advice and assistance when things break at the house or when I don’t know how to do something.

Amazing what a little thinking and a little writing out those thoughts can do for a person. Rereading this I can see movement from a not so good place to a better place as I worked my through this to write about it. Blogging as therapy. What a concept.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Because Everybody Loves a Surprise

Bleepity bleepity bleep bleep bleepity bleep!

Met W's new girlfriend, Q, today. Unbeknown to me he introduced N to her today as she is apparently staying at his apartment for a few days. Lovely.

How I tried to present myself:



How I felt on the inside:


Bleepity bleepity bleep bleep bleepity bleep!

The Sermon Experience

A couple of commenters asked on the last post for me to talk about the experience of preaching for a day as a layperson. I am happy to oblige, mostly because I planned on writing a post about it anyway. ;-)

First, I’m going to address the whiney part. Yes, I’m a bit whiney about one part of what happened. There were three people in the world that I specifically wanted to have attend, mostly to provide me moral support so I would know 100% that I could look to them for encouragement and see someone at least feigning interest in what I had to say. Two of the three I specifically invited to attend. The third is generally there anyway so I didn’t bother to extend a specific invitation although I did make sure this person was aware I would be speaking that day. As it turns out none of the three were there. I felt let down. I have addressed it with each of them though in a very casual way so as not to let on just how hurt I was and received apologies that were probably appropriate for the level of care I expressed. So now it’s time to move on, let go of those hurt feelings, and never speak of it again. Amen.

Preparation for the sermon was interesting, and daunting, and not something I think I would want to do on a weekly basis (though if I were a seminary trained minister I could more quickly access the types of information I sought and would have had a firmer foundation from which to start, so there is that). However, it was quite enlightening to me to see just how much research could be done via the internet. I could read several different versions of the Bible passage and compare them quite easily without having to surround myself with several large books. I could read sermons by others based on the same passage or theme. If I were inclined to pay for the privilege I could have had an even greater wealth of information available to me. Yes, I took the task seriously and did not just “throw something together.” I prayed before and while I wrote. I honestly feel that God drew me to my topic and many of my words. It was indeed a spiritual experience to prepare a sermon.

I had the sermon finished, for the most part, almost a week in advance. That is when I started tweaking and rethinking and eventually overthinking much of it. When all was said and done though it stayed pretty much as it had been other than switching the order of a couple of sections of it to improve the flow. I don’t know why, but I kept putting off rehearsing it out loud. I went over it time and again in my head, but I only spoke it twice before actually giving it at church. If I hadn’t needed to time it I’m not sure I would’ve gotten it spoken even that many times ahead of time. It timed out to 14 minutes by the way, which was well within the 8 to 20 minute range that I was told would be acceptable.

N and I arrived at church for the Sunday School hour, and while he attended Sunday School I made a pest of myself to anyone I could find who was in charge in any way. I was nervous so I wandered about like a puppy dog nipping at the heels of one person and another. Finally, I sat in the very back of the sanctuary and meditated for a while to calm myself.

I was responsible for nothing during the service except the sermon. Someone else led the service, and a third person read the scriptures. I was lucky to be able to sit behind the pulpit largely unseen until sermon time. I was also lucky that there was a particularly full sanctuary that day. I believe it would be harder to speak to a sparse crowd than a thick one, easier to look out at the masses than to meet eyes with a few, at least for me.

In the past, when speaking before crowds my hands would shake and become clammy. For whatever reason, last Sunday this didn’t occur. Yes there was some nervousness, but there was also an overriding calmness. I felt safe. I felt accepted. I felt at home. We should all feel that way within our church communities though I haven’t always in other churches I’ve attended. I was pleased as I looked out on the congregation that for the most part people looked attentive rather than bored or distracted. People actually seemed to be listening to me! I even got a few chuckles at times when I had hoped people would. It was a most uplifting experience to be there in that pulpit sharing a message I felt strongly about and having it well received.

Afterwards I received much praise from people in attendance. It is so much my nature to not believe most praise, to think that it is said in politeness more than anything. However, I am trying to trust the genuineness of people when they say nice things and to reply with a simple “Thank you” rather than protesting against compliments. I don’t know why, but I expected there to be criticism that my sermon was lightweight, not learned enough, perhaps even to have someone point out some theological error that I made somewhere (hence all my earlier research to try to prevent such things). However, none of that happened. Perhaps people were kind because I am, after all, just a layperson, or perhaps they sincerely were touched by the message I shared just as it seems some of my readers here are.

Whatever the case, overall I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and might entertain the offer to do it again sometime in the future. The one thing I’ll change next time is that I will not specifically expect anyone to attend to be my support system. It turns out I stand on my own two feet pretty well with God as my support system.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sermon Transcript

Let me start with a shocking statement:

I am a sinner.

Yes I am a sinner, standing before you today to preach to you. I am also going to make another shocking statement:

No one has ever stood before you here or in any other church or in any other forum and preached that wasn’t a sinner.

I know! This is shocking! Yet it is true. There is not one of us sitting here today, not one, who does not commit sin. No matter how much we try we surely fail in some way by not doing that which our Creator would have us do. Yet we often want to think that because someone is a pastor, a preacher, a teacher, a Christian, a friend, a [insert your label of choice here], that they must be above sin, and that my friends is holding others to a standard that is impossible for any one of us human types to manage.

Let me start with a little story with you about a conversation between my mom and me back when I was in high school. I remember clearly that she told me this when we were in the car, pulling into our carport after some shopping trip. We had been discussing accepting Christ as Savior, and how that happens and when, and given her Baptist upbringing and mine we were talking about it within the context of the altar call at the end of the service. She told me about how as a teen she attended a revival with several friends of hers. Over the course of several evenings almost all went forward to accept Christ. She was the lone holdout. “Why?” I asked. She said, “Because I wasn’t ready yet to give up some of my sins, and I knew I couldn’t keep sinning once I accepted Christ.” Huh. This gave me pause. By that point in my life, I had gone forward and accepted Christ and been baptized. I knew that I, as the rather typical teen with curiosities of one kind and another, still sinned on occasion. I suddenly felt like a fraud. I thought I had really messed this one up, and yet. . . and yet something deep down told me that I wasn’t about to burn in hell, that God and I were good with each other. I thought I must have misunderstood what my mom meant and sought clarification. “So are you saying that once you became a Christian you never sinned again?” I thought this was so absurd that she’d have to tell me I misunderstood, and that she meant something else. “That’s right. Once I finally accepted Christ I never sinned again.” “Never?” I think I had a shocked, incredulous look on my face. “Never,” she said firmly. And with that she got out of the car, walked into the house, and we never spoke of it again. It took me years to get over that little conversation because I knew then, and I still know today, that I am not without sin in my life. For a long time I thought I was failing at being a Christian.

How am I doing so far? Feeling uplifted yet? No? Oh dear. Well, let’s go look at the passage from Philippians Chapter 2 that was read earlier and see if we can find something to help, something that will give us a better model for a Christian life than having to be perfect or having to expect perfection out of others.

Let’s start with a look at the first four verses.

2:1 If then there is any encouragement in Christ, any consolation from love, any sharing in the Spirit, any compassion and sympathy, 2:2 make my joy complete: be of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. 2:3 Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility regard others as better than yourselves. 2:4 Let each of you look not to your own interests, but to the interests of others.

The writer speaks not of being perfect, or requiring perfection of others, but of humbling ourselves and serving one another. We are not told to look down on others but “in humility regard others as better than yourselves.” Regard others – sinners that they are for yes, they have sin in their lives guaranteed – regard others as better than yourselves. Can I say it one more time? In humility, see your own sins and shortcomings and regard others, with whatever sins and shortcomings they have, as better than yourselves. Maybe Mom had it wrong, just a little, with her expectations of a perfect life free from sin, and I will tell you that she has mellowed over time and begun to accept those of us who fall short of perfection. Given that she has me for a daughter that’s a very good thing!

So how do we make sure that we live that life of humility day to day? By loving and caring for and being compassionate to others, NO MATTER WHAT their circumstances may be. But, you are thinking, surely you don’t mean THOSE PEOPLE. Not the neighbor that put up signs supporting the wrong candidates in the recent election. Um, yes, actually I do. Well, not the college kids next door with their loud late night parties. Um, yes, them too. But, you are thinking, yard signs are nothing, loud parties are trivial; you surely don’t mean the people I know who drink too much, or smoke, or lie, or cheat, or steal, or, you know, any of a number of things that are on the “bad list.” Surely, I should treat those people harshly so that they will know the error of their ways. Um, actually, not only am I saying, but the Bible is saying, that you should look not to your own interests but to the interests of others. It does not say only to the interests of others who agree with you or only the interests of others who are without sin. Nope. It says you should look not to your own interests but to the interests of others. Is it in the interest of others to talk behind their backs about their flaws and shortcomings as you see them? Is it in the interest of others to shame them into submission or to try and force others to see things your way through brute force and ugliness? Is it in the interest of others to make sure that they know that you are so very much better than them for any reason at all? Is that God’s way? Or is it in the interest of others to at least try to see things from their perspective, and to approach them with a spirit of cooperation and with tact and respect? Think on these things when you choose your words and actions.

As we move on through the scripture, the writer in verses 5-8, sets Jesus out as our example:

2:5 Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus, 2:6 who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, 2:7 but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form, 2:8 he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death-- even death on a cross.
How, then, should we act in this life? Well, if we believe that Jesus is to be an example of a Godly life then we should humble ourselves, look around for how we can serve others, not how others can serve us, look for ways to be obedient to God’s call to be a good steward of all the resources that we are fortunate enough to have under our care. Realize that it isn’t just all about us, but it is about us being a part of something much bigger than ourselves. It is about becoming nurturing rather than destructive. It is about giving rather than taking. It is about sharing rather than hoarding. It is all about working on ourselves to be the best that we can be, to show the world through our words and our actions that being Christian means being caring, not judgmental.

The things I’m talking about don’t have to be big momentous things, though they can be. Sometimes they can be the simplest things. When I was in college some years ago, I worked at name of place where I worked. Almost every day when I walked back to my dorm after work I saw a scruffy looking older gentleman, someone I considered one of THOSE PEOPLE, sitting at the edge of a nearby park. He would say hello to me every day, and I would say hello back. Eventually, he got brave enough to ask me if I had a moment to talk. I hesitated, ever shy and ever leery of strangers, particularly scruffy looking ones. However, Lincoln Avenue is pretty busy, and I truly didn’t have any reason to rush so I stopped. I sat and talked with him. He lived down the street he said and was lonely. He liked to come out and sit and be part of the community even though not many were willing to stop and talk to him. He thanked me for stopping and taking some time with him. From then on, when he was there I would stop to chat. Sometimes we would only chat a few minutes. Other times maybe a half hour. I don’t remember what we chatted about, but I do remember that we spent time together nourishing each other with friendship in what can sometimes seem a pretty friendless world. It took little effort or time and no money for me to bring some caring into his world and for him to do the same for me. I like to think that he and I were each doing a little of God’s work through those chats.

As you move through life, focus on what God wants, not what I want, not what you want. As we look forward into the future of this congregation, this church, we need to focus on what God wants from us and for us rather than what we want. We need to head into the future with our eye on what God is asking us to do and be within this community. We need to prayerfully consider our role in this world of ours. We each need to look inside our hearts and see if we are living our faith. Living our faith is different than pounding someone over the head with it, or pointing out how wrong someone else is, or holding ourselves and others to impossible standards. Living our faith is about loving and serving others so much that they can’t help but want to have what we have, that special individual relationship with God. Living our faith ought to have people talking about what a light we are in a dark world. We need to find our voices and let our faith shine throughout our community. We need to make sure people know that we won’t be looking for their flaws or their sins when they are with us, that we won’t be standing around waiting to pounce when they aren’t perfect. We need to let people know that we are a caring people, a people who, though flawed, just want to share God’s love with all those who need it. And we all, very much, need it.

Flaky and 21

No, that's not my assessment of the average college coed.

Flaky was the weather yesterday -- as in I saw the first snowflakes of the season yesterday. No, there weren't many and no there wasn't any snowy residue left on the ground. There were just a few floating through the air, off and on, throughout the afternoon.

21 was the temperature (fahrenheit not celsius) reported by the local weathercaster on TV this morning when I tuned in while getting ready for work.

So, where the heck is that global warming thing I've been hearing about? Snowflakes and temperatures in the 20s in November?!? C'mon people. I've still got football games to attend. Not to mention N doesn't have the leaves all raked yet (although he's doing a fine job and earning $2 a bag for his efforts).
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Coming soon to a blog near you:

A transcript of the sermon I gave in church yesterday. Yes, yesterday was my preaching debut. It very well may have been both my first and last. Then again, who knows?

Friday, November 07, 2008

When Artistic Impulses Go Awry

Jealousy
(sung to the tune of Jack Hayford’s hymn Majesty)

Jealousy, suffering Jealousy, I’m a loser to be jealous of you and your life.
Jealousy, where is it getting me? I’m so alone, weeping alone, causing me strife.
So get up, get off my butt, stop being stupid, no time to wait, appreciate the treasures I have.
Jealousy, giving up Jealousy, I have my life, my son and my man. What else could I need?

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Just an Aside

Did anybody else notice that Obama's acceptance speech took a turn towards sounding a bit like Bob the Builder towards the end?

Can we fix it?

Yes we can!!

What I Need to Do, In a Nutshell

Less Thinking

More Doing

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Reasons to Feel Better Today

Obama is president elect.

I spoke with my counselor last night, and she helped me start to work through my feelings about W’s bombshell. Her first piece of advice: just breathe.

BJ and I get to spend a little time together tomorrow evening.

N got 95% right on his latest spelling test which isn’t bad for a kid who has struggled with spelling and reading since he started school.

I have great gobs of green goo exiting my lungs and sinuses which is much better than being unable to dislodge them as has been the case the last couple of days.

The weather is unseasonably warm and beautiful, almost enough to make me forget that it’s fall with winter coming.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Emotions Don’t Really Care About Intellect

Yesterday, W dropped a bomb on me. He told me he is seeing someone. She lives a couple of hours away but is looking for a job here so that she can move to this area. According to him (and these are his words), “She’s older, in her 50s.” (Uh, yeah, she’s older than me, but she’s still 15-20 years younger than he is.) She intends to buy a house once she moves here, and when W’s lease is up on his apartment he intends to move in with her.

Now, part of me is thrilled. Part of me is thinking this is a very good thing because I no longer have to feel guilty about breaking up the marriage. Part of me is thinking that I no longer will have to feel responsible to take care of him if something happens. Part of me is thinking that this will make moving forward with the divorce so much easier because he is as eager to get it over with as I am.

Yeah, there is all that.

Then there’s this other part. This other part is hurt. . . and sad. . . and a little scared. This other part feels a little like I’ve lost control of a situation (that I didn’t have control over anyway, but let’s not get all logical here ’kay?) that I thought I had in my pocket.

I’m getting what I want – my freedom – so why does it feel so icky?

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Oh yeah, and for my U.S. readers if you haven’t already, don’t forget to vote. That, or be prepared to just shut up for the next four years about whoever is elected and whatever they do. Just sayin'. . .

Monday, November 03, 2008

A Cheerier Interlude

Today I'm relenting on my stance of only posting stuff about me, me, me because I want to share with you an excerpt from an email I received this morning from a lovely woman who attends my church. She sent this email churchwide so I'm pretty sure she won't mind me sharing it anonymously with the world. I have excluded the parts of the email that were more personal or personally identifying. Therefore, I need to set the stage somewhat and let you know that she had taken someone to the county clerk's office to vote early when the following took place. Also, if you are the emotional type you may want to have a tissue on hand by the time you reach the end of the story.


A very elderly and fragile African-american woman came in the door with her son and a young woman. The son held his mother's arm while she walked with a cane and the young woman carried her oxygen tank along the hall and around the corner to the end of the line of mostly white voters, some of whom had now been waiting close to an hour.

After a few minutes I saw them come back down the hall and I heard the son say, "Mama, do you want to try again another day when the line might be shorter?"

There was a very tall man at the front of the line who could see what was happening and heard what was said. I guessed by his look of concern that he was thinking the same thing I was, so I rushed down the hall to the woman and her family. I told her not to leave, but to go to the front of the line. She asked me, " Honey, do you think that will be ok?" I didn't ask anyone else for their opinion, I just told her that of course it would be ok.

The young woman went to the front of the line and spoke to the people there and not only did they make a place for the woman, but someone found her a chair. As I walked back to my place to wait for my son, several of the people thanked me for stepping in to help the woman. Although I had just unilaterally increased everyone's wait by several more minutes, no one complained.

At the time, I was very proud of my fellow citizens, but afterward I began to wonder what made us all react the way we did to this one person's desire to vote and I think that the answer is that for that one period of time in that one place, we were a COMMUNITY UNITED in common cause. By the simple act of showing up to vote, we had agreed to the rules that govern all truly united communities:

Everyone regardless of their life situation has value.

Everyone has the right to be heard and to be treated with respect even when we disagree.

We are all responsible for taking care of one another.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Right on Target

Today's Horoscope:

You are seeking a deep connection now with someone who can lift your spirits. But it's not easy for you to let go of the concerns you have, which could place walls between you and a special friend. Instead of letting your fears get in the way, do the sensible thing and talk about your feelings. This can break the ice and open a path that would otherwise remain closed.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

New Month, New Outlook?

Umm, no. No new outlook yet at least, but yeah at least it's a new month. May November suck a lot less than October did.

I came down with another cold, or relapsed into the last one. Either way, it totally fucked up my plans for the weekend. First, I didn't get to go to the Illini football game. Second, I'm not getting to go to the Halloween party tonight. Third, although I totally understand that BJ doesn't want me to pass my cold on to him it is still disappointing that he didn't offer to come over even if just to bring me a little something to eat or something. Intellectually, I completely understand. Emotionally, it left me hurting.

I'm in a bitchy mood. Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy. So just ignore me. I'm trying to.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Halloween – A Dark Time Begins

This time of year is always hard for me. I do not like fall. I know there are a lot of people who love fall, but I am not one of them. To me, fall is associated with too many negatives:
  1. The weather turns cooler. I hate that because I love warm weather. Anything below 70°F is too cold for a daytime temperature for me.

  2. The days grow shorter. Once the time changes this weekend, it will be dark outside by the time I leave work each day. Given that I work in the basement (no windows) that means I get virtually no natural light in the winter except on weekends, and that is not enough.

  3. The flowers die, and the trees go bare. I know, I know, others see a certain beauty in it. I don’t. So sue me.

  4. Once fall arrives, winter can’t be far off. The only good thing about winter is looking forward to spring.


Spring & summer – happy times
Fall & winter – bleak dismal times

When the depression isn’t so bad then fall and winter aren’t so bad. When the depression is like it is now the oppression of fall and impending doom that is winter is overwhelming to me. Right now I feel overwhelmed. Life feels as though it is crushing me as it sits heavily on my shoulders.

Halloween seems to embody my feelings about fall – scary stuff, darkness, monsters, pranks and vandalism. I hate scary stuff – scary movies, haunted houses, people who wait on their porch for unsuspecting trick-or-treaters and jump out to scare the daylights out of you. I hate it all – every bit. I try to get into the spirit of things, at least the less scary aspects of Halloween. If I dress in costume it will be as something clever, not scary. If I attend a party it will not be one that focuses on the spooky but on the fun. There’s enough scary stuff in real life without adding to it on Halloween. So I’ll take N trick-or-treating tonight but not down the street where last year at two separate houses they scared the daylights out of me. I’ll attend a Halloween party tomorrow night held by the bi group, but I guarantee the focus will be on food and fun and flirting not scary shit. And I’ll continue to put up my real life façade that all is well with me.

Deep down though, I know that today is the start of the darkest part of the year. So begins the long wait for spring.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

No Truer Words. . .




The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy



In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.

You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.



Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho



Late note:
Interestingly enough I have not seen any of the three movies that are supposedly my best movie matches. Perhaps I should rent them sometime.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Black Hole

That's where I am -- approaching the black hole. It is trying hard to suck me into its vortex. I'm fighting, sometimes not very hard, to stay out of it.



And damned if after seeing the psych dude a couple of weeks ago the next possible appointment is the end of December. I'm on the waiting list though in case someone cancels before that. Lucky me.

The mental health system in this country sucks. Just like that big ole black hole.

Typical Taurus






Taurus
You are very stubborn, and your withdrawn nature makes you irresistible to hotties.

You like sex to be romantic and passionate, and you know just how to make it that way. Your partners cannot resist your spontaneous and gentle nature.

Sex matches: Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn
'What is your Sexual Zodiac?' at QuizUniverse.com

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

A Top Ten List

Although most of you have found ample reason lately to hate me apparently from indications in your comments to my last post some of you don't get it. I thought I'd help you out just in case you're still under the delusion that I'm still likable.

Top Ten Reasons To Hate Me That You Didn't Even Know

10. My house is a pig sty.
9. I haven't taken my meds, except my Prozac, on a regular basis for two months now because I'm trying to save money by rationing them.
8. I'm behind on most of my bills and only pay them when they start calling.
7. I sponge off BJ as much as my pride will allow even though I hate myself for it.
6. My yard is more of a disaster than my house.
5. I have gained back 130 of the 140 pounds I lost a few years ago.
4. I suffer from major road rage and have been known to try hard to intimidate other drivers that I deem to be idiots, and the black SUV I drive doesn't hurt in that effort.
3. I am so insecure that I will not confront you when you upset me. Instead I will apologize all over myself to try to make things right.
2. I would rather stay in bed and sleep than get up off my fat ass and do anything.

And the NUMBER ONE reason to hate me that you didn't even know:
1. I am completely and totally too sensitive to others' criticisms.

Comments are closed for this posting. I don't need more hatred spewed at me, and I damned sure don't need anybody trying to make me feel better.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Apologies and Giving Up

First the apologies:

1) I apologize for not responding back to comments lately. This cold has kicked my ass. At this point it looks to overwhelming to me to go back and try to catch up so I'm not even going to try.
2) I apologize to everybody that I have inadvertently offended lately through my blog and comments on others blogs. Apparently I'm just a loose cannon lately.


Which leads me to my second point:
I'm giving up for a while. This blog will be totally egocentric, all about me, bullshit for the time being. I dare not say anything about anyone or anything else for a while for I seem to be in a rather destructive mode and that isn't helpful to anyone. Rather than spread the hatred to others I'll just be focusing it all on me. That's okay, there's plenty I can point in my direction. Goodness knows, I've got enough faults to give me plenty of blog fodder for some time to come.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Yes and No

No, I'm not over my cold yet.

Yes, it's a drag.

No, it's not as bad as it was.

Yes, it's just the residual congestion in the chest that keeps rattling around.

No, it isn't pneumonia.

Yes, I'm a bit paranoid about such things.

No, I haven't actually checked with a doctor to make sure it isn't pneumonia.

Yes, I'm still sure it isn't.

No, I will not be seeing a doctor about it.

Yes, I'm continuing with life as usual.

No, it isn't easy due to the wheezing and coughing and headaches.

Yes, I am a lunatic.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Vote Early -- and Vote Often

The cynical phrases "Vote early -- and often" and "Vote early -- and vote often" are variously attributed to three different Chicagoans: Al Capone, the famous gangster; Richard J. Daley, mayor from 1955 to 1976; and William Hale Thompson, mayor from 1915-1923 and 1931-1935. All three were notorious for their corruption and their manipulation of the democratic process. It is most likely that Thompson invented the phrase, and Capone and Daley later repeated it.

Well I've done the first part -- I cast my vote in the election today thanks to the great state I live in giving voters the ability to early vote by showing up at the county clerk's office during designated times.

Now if I can just figure out how to make that often part work. ;-)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

More About the Weekend

This is what I missed on Friday night because of the blogger weekend:
First, a tribute to Olympic Gold Medalist, Utah Jazz star, and former Illini Deron Williams


Then, of course, the meat of the evening, the Bulls vs. Jazz game played in my beloved Assembly Hall


This is what I missed on Saturday night because of the blogger weekend:
Before the game


and seen from the perspective of one of the parachutists


followed by the awesome Illini performance against the Hoosiers


So all of that is why I said them there bloggers I was meeting better be damned interesting. How did my weekend compare to what I missed? Hmm, meeting bloggers I might never get another chance to meet in person was an awesome experience and definitely a worthwhile endeavor. However, to give up not one, but two, major sporting events that I would have thoroughly enjoyed makes me almost regret doing the blogger thing. On the other hand, had I gone to the sporting events with my cold I would have, without a doubt, ended up incredibly hoarse from all the cheering and probably would have rested less than I did which could have made the cold even worse. When it comes down to it, I have to admit it's a toss up. While meeting this particular group of bloggers was possibly a once in a lifetime experience so would have been the Bulls/Jazz game. I don't often get a chance to see NBA games at all, particularly to see former Illini playing in the NBA, in person. Also, after sitting through the embarrassing performance of the Illini football team the weekend before, I would have loved to be there to cheer them on to their impressive victory Saturday night, not to mention getting to see the parachutists coming into the stadium before the game. N was quite impressed by that.

I don't mean to sound ungrateful for the blogger weekend. I'm not. I'm glad I went. I wish though that it had not conflicted with such great stuff going on back at the U.

So a little rundown of tidbits about the blogger weekend:
* The Westin has the absolute best mattresses ever. If I could have snuck one out in my suitcase I would have.

* If your headlights both burn out just before a trip don't let Sears fix them. Slower than snail idiots they are. . .

* Hanging out on a bed with 5 other bloggers isn't as sexy as it sounds.

* I was impressed by the mad skills several people showed when playing Guitar Hero and American Idol.

* I didn't participate in either of those things. With my cold, I knew I couldn't sing so American Idol was out. N has Guitar Hero, and I've watched him play enough that I thought I might give that a try except N doesn't have the guitar controller so we just play with the regular controller so I was afraid I'd embarrass myself royally if I tried.

* I love valet parking. Drop the car at the door, pick it up at the door. What could be simpler?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I'm Here Now

So the Greater Midwest Blogger Fest happened this weekend just past. No, it wasn't anything formal, just a bunch of bloggers and spouses meeting in person, thanks to FTN, most of us for the first time.

To those who were there, let me assure you I will say nothing here that will blow your cover. I won't name real names. I won't give hometowns. Worry not. Your anonymity is safe with me. However, I am going to speak candidly here, and while it is not my intent to offend anyone at all I will not avoid expressing my opinions.

Without further ado, here are my impressions of those in attendance. These opinions are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of anyone else whether in attendance or not. Can you see them all squirming in their seats now wondering just what impressions they made on me? After all, I’m sure it was of the utmost in importance to each of them to make a good impression on me. (Stop rolling your eyes. You know you’re greatest goal for the weekend was my friendship and admiration.)

2AMSomewhere – Genuinely nice guy and, although fairly quiet, comes across as friendly, not standoffish, as some quiet types do.

Desmond Jones – Desmond was probably closest to my expectations for all those who I didn’t have first hand knowledge ahead of time. What you see on his blog and in his comments on others’ blogs is who he is. He is one of those people who are instantly likeable and easy to talk to.

Molly (Desmond’s non-blogging wife) – What a sweetheart! She strikes me as the type person who can be dragged (and no, I don’t think he has to drag her) by Desmond to any kind of gathering and fit right in. She chatted easily with just about everyone and seems to have a gift for easy conversation. Probably my favorite of those I met this weekend (not to say there was anything wrong with anyone else, but Molly is a rare gem, and I’m pretty sure Desmond would agree with me on that).

Recovering Soul – Probably the least like what I had imagined, at least in looks. I thought he’d be taller, and for some reason older looking, than what he is. He is another really nice guy though I didn’t get to converse much with him.

Therese in Heaven – Nobody could expect as much beauty as Therese has. Stunning would not be an overstatement. I am in awe that she could walk as easily as she did in the extremely high heels she was wearing. I don’t think Therese and I got the chance for any real conversation between us which is why I’m commenting shallowly on her looks rather than her being.

FTN – Ah, the instigator and organizer of the event. I knew from his blog he’d be tall. Maybe I’m jaded due to the basketball players I’m around so much, but FTN didn’t seem extremely tall to me. Yes, he was probably the tallest at the gathering, but seemed pretty normal, at least heightwise. Actually, he seemed maybe more normal than I’d expected from his blog. Another really nice normal guy. Apparently, it’s the nice normal guys who blog.

Autumn (FTN’s non-blogging wife) – Of all those in attendance she seemed the least comfortable. For much of the time at the pub where we met and had dinner Saturday night she sat with arms folded (body language doesn’t lie) and with a vacant sort of half smile on her face, kind of like she was tolerating being there. This, of course, didn’t at all surprise me given all I’ve read on FTN’s blog. At no time did Autumn and I ever speak to each other so I don’t really have much of a read on who she might really be.

Tajalude – Way at the other end of the table at dinner so I wasn’t surprised we talked little. Taja is as bubbly in person as she is on her blog and has the kind of hair I’ve wanted all my life. Not only that she has a great little dog, very well behaved for being only four months old.

Brady (Taja’s non-blogging husband) – I basically had no impression of him because with me at the very end of the table and him at the opposite end of the table we were as far apart as we could have been and never got a chance to talk. Seems quite devoted to Taja though and when I heard him speak it became clear to me that he is not living in his native part of the country.

Drama – One of the best friends in real life I’ve made via the internet. If I’d felt better I would’ve totally sneaked her out for a much boozier Saturday night, but as it was I was not much up to it. She was quieter than I’ve seen her in the past. Maybe that’s ‘cause in the past I’ve always seen her in her element with her friends rather than in a group of mostly strangers.

Fusion – Another whom I’d already met and count as friend. Enviously free in so many ways. We both totally sucked playing pool, but it was fun anyway. Fusion strikes me as the kind of guy who could travel the country, even the world, and make friends just about anywhere. Oh wait, he’s already done that hasn’t he?

BJ – Bless his heart, BJ is not much of a talker. He sits quietly, taking it all in. I never know if he’s miserable or happy to be somewhere until I ask after the fact. So for anyone who was there who wondered, BJ did indeed enjoy himself. I only know ‘cause I asked. Also, you can thank him for us showing up at FTN’s room on Saturday night. I was just about ready to pack it in feeling, as usual, like I was on the fringe of the things and wouldn’t be missed (this feeling, BTW, is all about me and not about how the others at the gathering were), but BJ told me he wasn’t going to allow me to give up. So I gathered myself together and thoroughly enjoyed myself as much as a wheezing asthmatic could watching others perform admirably at Guitar Hero and American Idol. In other words, BJ was my rock this weekend as he often times is.

Stay tuned. Tomorrow I’ll relate various tidbits from the weekend: some about others, some about myself, some about my surroundings. Same bat time, same bat channel.

When Doctors Care. . .

I am still working on the post blogger weekend post. It's long and needs lots of links set up, and I'm still drained from my cold. But it's coming. . . possibly as early as late afternoon or early evening today.

This morning I had my first appointment with my new PCP since my old one abandoned me to go back to school. I love (that’s love, l-o-v-e, LOVE) my new PCP. She is awesome. She listened to me! She took me seriously. She was concerned about hearing about my concerns.

She told me that the hairiness on the injured leg is actually a good sign. It means there's plenty of blood flow. She also told me that it's normal for it to still be discolored and tender lo these many months later. She saw no sign of infection or other problems. Her main concern is that the hematoma not calcify, and in order to help that I need to walk. My dog will be thanking her for that prescription when he hears of it.

She referred me to a psychiatrist for my depression. She agrees that the Prozac isn’t doing the job if all it has done is bring me from severely depressed to minimally functional. She thinks if I get the depression under control it will help get some of my other issues taken care of (like the weight, bad eating habits, no exercise, etc). She told me that I deserve better than to be minimally functional. God bless this woman.

Anyway, when the front desk person went to make the psych appointment for me she found out that the psychiatrist had a cancellation at 3:00 p.m. today so I have an appointment today! We’re going to start working on me today! I will start on the path to getting better today! The me of tomorrow will be better than the me of today.

P.S. I know that there are no magic cures for depression. I know that no matter what happens at this afternoon's appointment I'm not going to be "normal" tomorrow. But I also know that I am now at least pointed in the right direction, and that's the start to getting better. . . one step at a time.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Back But Not Quite Here

Back from the blogger weekend. I was not fun to be with this weekend. I know that. I had a cold. . . which aggravated my asthma. . . which made breathing difficult. . . which made me grumpy. . . which made me less than fun to be around. I dragged along behind the rest of the folks there and even skipped a get together on Sunday to sleep late and try to feel better. I so wish I'd been in better form, but alas the cold took its toll on me. I tried not to let the grumpiness show through the best I could, but I probably didn't do so good at that. At least BJ was there to help me through it. For some strange reason, he loves me even when I'm sick and grumpy.

I have a longer post on the weekend started that will include my impressions of each of those in attendance, but it will take a while to finish so I just thought I'd let you know that I am back.

More to come. . .

Saturday, October 18, 2008

I'm Not Here

Thanks to the blogger gods that allow me to write this post the day before it will actually appear here.

So I'm not here. I am at a blogger gathering in the great Hoosier state. I am missing the Illini/Hoosier football game just to attend. I also skipped the Bulls/Jazz game last night because I was supposed to have company headed to the blogger gathering. I gave up a lot for this weekend. All I can say is these people damned well better be entertaining. It takes a lot to get me to give up my sporting events.

From my understanding we'll all be partaking of lots of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Oh wait, no that must be a different group on a different weekend. This weekend, given the participants, we'll more likely be partaking of heavy duty religious discussions. To tell you the truth, if that's the direction things go I believe there are a few of us who may splinter off into our own subgroup and seek other forms of entertainment.

After I get back I'll let you know all the juicy details. Perhaps some will be true and some will be false, and I'll let you guess which are which. See you when I get back.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Confessing to an Addiction

So here’s the deal. Yeah, I haven’t used that phrase in a long time. But here it is anyway.

Way back in about 1977 I got hooked. I was totally addicted. I used to sneak home during my lunch hour just to feed my addiction. Others at school used to ask me to share what I knew about it, and I did. Some of them were addicted too. I went off to college and maintained my addiction. In some ways it even got worse. I’d plan my day around it. I was a slave to that addiction.

Once I graduated and joined the real working world I was no longer able to indulge in my addiction as I had when in school. I tried going cold turkey, but I just couldn’t do it. Inevitably I’d turn to friends who I knew could give me a fix. For several years though, I did pretty well without it.

Then I stopped working and stayed home full time. I needed something. There were too many empty hours in the day. I relapsed and headed full bore back into my addiction. I hid it well. I never talked of it except with those who I knew would understand, those with whom I could share among kindred spirits. We had our little circle of friends that we talked about often – Joe and Ruth, Brooke, Tad, Jenny, Angie, Jesse, Adam, Palmer, and many others. They all had their ups and downs over time as did we all.

When I went back to work I found a way to feed the addiction this time. I found a way that I could indulge in my addiction though it did mean that W found out more about my addiction than he had known before. There was no hiding it from him at that point though as he was at home, not working, and I could find no time when I could indulge outside his presence and knowledge.

Through the years it seems that this addiction has just always been with me, one of the constants of my life. Indeed it’s been with me for more than 30 years, most of my life. It is an addiction I have no intention of ever trying to break even though this week the addiction has become almost more an obsession than an addiction. There’s been foreshadowing for weeks now that disaster was impending, and lo and behold, finally it hit this week, most heavily today.

Now it’s driving me crazy, this addiction of mine. I have to wait a whole weekend before I can indulge again. I have no choice. It isn’t there on weekends. All My Children is only on Monday – Friday, noon central time on ABC. I’ll have to wait until next week to find out who survives and who succumbs in Pine Valley’s latest tragedy, a devastating number of tornadoes on a dark stormy night. I already know that Babe is on her way out, and Kendall will stay in a coma until the actress who plays her returns from an extended honeymoon. I certainly do wonder about many others though. What about Annie and Emma? What about Aidan? What about Opal? What will Adam and Erica do while trapped in the hidden tunnel in the mansion? What will Ryan and Greenlee do while trapped in the rubble? And why on earth has Bianca returned?

If I knew any way to get my grubby little hands on episodes before they aired I’d be right there this weekend, watching every moment and grumbling all the way at how slow the story moves.

Yes, I Trueself, am an All My Children addict. Shameful as that may be it is true. As if my own life weren’t soap opera enough. Although maybe that’s what I like about it. Nobody on there is less messed up than me (okay, well maybe Joe and Ruth, maybe), and yet they all continue to make it day by day even through the worst of times – infidelity, prison time, mental illness, you name it they’ve had it. Why, I could almost think I was normal comparing myself to them.

And the point of this post? Oh, I don’t know. The show is just weighing heavy on my mind with all the turmoil right now, and I had to talk to somebody about it, you know? And I’m thinking that the people I’m hanging with this weekend aren’t going to be interested so that left you great big Internet. You’re welcome.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Little Updates

The Cold
Feeling a bit better this morning. The throat is no longer scratchy and sore because the mucous is no longer draining down the back of my throat. Now it’s thickened up and taken residence in my sinuses. It’s still fluid enough that I can blow it out and get temporary relief though. I’ve gone through a tree’s worth of tissues blowing my nose. Hopefully if I rest I’ll be ready for the weekend. Heck, even if the cold is worse I wouldn’t miss this weekend for anything in the world.

This Weekend
Very much looking forward to it. On the other hand, I’m kind of nervous about it. After all here I am, the shyest person on earth, heading out to meet several bloggers whom I know only through their written words. Oh sure, I can talk like the dickens when I’m hiding here behind the keyboard, but in person?!? Yikes! Besides I have this fear that there will be some there who will look at me as though I were a specimen in a jar in a biology lab, wanting to see just what an adulteress wife looks like. Hope I don’t disappoint them.

W
Evil W is still on hand. Good W is nowhere to be seen. W had N on Tuesday from after school until around 8:30 p.m. He assured me he would feed N dinner (as well he should before 8:30 p.m.). Shortly after N arrived home he asked me what was for dinner. I stopped short. I’d already had mine and hadn’t anticipated having to fix some for him. Besides it was his bedtime. I called W because I couldn’t believe that W never even offered N dinner as N claimed. Turns out N was right. “Oops, I goofed,” was W’s answer. Goofed? GOOFED?!? Not feeding your kid is a goof? Sigh. . . So of course I made N some dinner, and he got to bed late that night.

Feelings
Just because I’m nice and laid back and let things slide it doesn’t mean my feelings don’t get hurt. They do. My feelings get hurt big time sometimes. I hate putting up protective walls around me, but I do. Every time my feelings get hurt the wall comes up just a bit higher. I want to be open to people. I want to let them in. I do. Right now I can’t. The walls are up high right now. Shields activated. Just try and hurt me. It will bounce right off because I’ve put up the barriers. You can’t get in.

Work
If this weren’t so frustrating it would be hilarious. A little background is in order first. Normally when a report request comes to me all I can see in terms of when it was requested is the date that my boss sends the request to me. I have no idea when the report was actually requested by the user. However, today a rep emailed me and asked if I had a certain report in my queue. I did not. Just a little while ago, my boss sent the request to me asking me to work on it ASAP as the rep is getting heat from the customer for it. So this time I know the timeline of things. I know that on Monday the rep requested the report and it landed in my boss’s queue. I know that it has a requested due date of 10/15 (yes, that would be yesterday). I know that my boss did not assign the request to me until this afternoon. Now it needs to be done ASAP. Since when does someone else’s incompetence turn into my urgent priority? Oh, that’s right, when he controls whether or not I have a job. Welcome to my world.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Hoping I'm Better This Weekend

I'm sick. I have a cold. When I got home from work today I put on my Eeyore sweatshirt with my blue sweatpants, made an easy, heat it up, dinner, and then helped N with his math homework.

I'm tired. Early bedtime for me. Think I'll go watch the rest of the presidential debate in bed and drift off to dreamland.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Where the Hell Did I Go?

For some people a gap of a few days on the blog is typical. For me, it's a bit of an unusual gap. But people, I've been busy, oh so busy.

Friday
Had to get the car serviced in addition to working my regular hours in addition to hosting N's birthday party at the local ice rink. I left home at 7:15 a.m., dropped by the house around 6:00 p.m. to feed the dog and do a couple of chores before heading off to the ice arena shortly after 7:00 p.m. I came home around 9:30 p.m., picked up BJ to go out for a late supper. I have no recollection what I ate. I only know I was dog tired by the time we returned home so we went right to bed. (Perhaps we didn't go right to sleep but definitely right to bed.)

Saturday
No chance to sleep in so BJ and I got up and went out to breakfast after which I returned him to my house, and I went off to the Illini football game. (Awful game, don't even talk to me about it. Bleah.) Right after the game N and I headed off to my parents' house three hours away. N slept part of the way. I wish I could have, but it's generally viewed as poor form to sleep while driving. We arrived in the early evening. N was wound up from his nap. I was dead tired. I went to bed before he did. He ended up sleeping in bed with me because he couldn't go to sleep on his own (although lots of times he goes to sleep on his own).

Sunday
Spent the day with my parents getting caught up on the family gossip. Mom is a treasure trove of information and is happy to share it when Dad isn't within earshot to give her what for about spreading gossip. So I know all about the IRS troubles of one relative (couldn't happen to a more deserving person I must say) and all of my granny's latest antics. Of course, when you're 96 I think you're allowed whatever antics you desire. Dad's on his "off" time with the chemo so although he's weak he is stronger than most of the time. He felt well enough that we went out to dinner on Sunday night. He ate really well which was good to see because he doesn't have much appetite due to the chemo and struggles to keep his weight up, a problem that he has never had previously in his life. Afterwards, I took N to a movie, Beverly Hills Chihuahua (cute movie BTW), and then we returned to my parents' house just in time to go to bed at 10:00 p.m. Fortunately, N went to sleep quickly so I was able to go to bed early too.

Monday
Slept in this morning, and didn't get up until 8:45 a.m. Ahh. . . It was a good way to start the day. I'd have slept later except N came in and woke me. I was able to waste the entire morning watching Today, The View, The Price is Right and All My Children. Then it was three hours back home, take N to soccer practice, and now, finally, catch up on blogging. Soon I will be in bed ready to take on the world, or at least my little corner of it.

Happy Columbus Day!

Thursday, October 09, 2008

When the Planets and Moon Align Just So. . .

First, let me say happy birthday (yesterday) to N. He’s in double digits now, but still my “little boy” (as long as he doesn’t hear me call him that). W and I took him to Chevy’s last night for his birthday dinner. It was both W and I at N’s request, and Chevy’s at N’s request. N loves birthdays at Chevy’s because they make a big deal out of it. They give you a sombrero (to keep!), have the wait staff all gather together to sing to you, and give you a free sundae for dessert.

Ah, but what would a post be without a good rant along the way. Today’s rant is about W. Yeah, I know, what a surprise. W was born under the sign of Gemini, the twins. W is Gemini through and through. He has two distinct personalities – good W and evil W. For the last few weeks I’ve been graced with having the good W around. It’s been nice. We’ve cooperated. He has even on occasion offered to be helpful in sharing the care of N. Even N noticed they were getting along better. I knew it was too good to last, and I tread lightly because I never knew when he would flip from good W to evil W. Within the last week, evil W has returned. Maybe the moon and planets are badly aligned. I don’t know. He balks at every turn. While I had good W to help with developing the October custody schedule I am now dealing with evil W as we implement it. Suddenly, he has forgotten (in spite of having helped develop the calendar and having it posted on his refrigerator; I’ve seen it when I pick up N) and not pleased that he is to have N tonight and tomorrow night, as we agreed when the two of us sat down and made the calendar together. Also, last night after dinner as we were transferring N’s stuff from his car to mine he got all pissy over a minor issue, said “Whatever” as I tried to explain something, slammed the car door on my car, turned and walked away. N said, “I can’t believe he just did that to you.” Then he put his head on my shoulder and rubbed my arm. I didn’t know what to say except to thank him for caring.

How long will evil W stay and prevent good W from appearing? No clue. I guess it’ll take until the wind changes, or the planets realign, or he has a little success with one of his “lady friends” as he calls them.

In other news, I had two exceedingly weird dreams last night (thanks to spicy Mexican food for dinner maybe?). The first dream was that N (and yes, he is very much a boy) was pregnant without my knowledge until he had the baby. It was a bizarre dream and fizzled out as I started to question just exactly how N, a boy, could have a baby. It was a strange and disturbing dream. In the other dream I attended a party where several people I know in real life and a couple of people I didn’t know were in attendance. It was a rather adult type party. All the women were in lingerie while they men were fully dressed (which I thought was weird even in my dream). I was a newcomer to the group but very warmly welcomed. They were playing some kind of card game that I was having a hard time following, but turns often resulted in various adult type activities engaged in for a time determined by the cards played. At one point, I ended up in a FFM threesome with a redhead I know from the bi group and a man I didn’t know. I also know that John Goodman (the actor) was there, as well as one guy I knew from grade school. Most of the women there were from my bi group. This dream was quite interesting and enjoyable and was only interrupted as W called me early this morning to let me know that I needed to replenish N’s lunch money at school. I struggled to awaken from the dream as I tried to figure out what the noise was (the telephone ringing). Oh well, it was almost time to get up for the day anyway.

And just now I read my horoscope for today:
Your attempts to remain practical today may be futile as you are drawn into the shadowy regions of uncertainty. Logic fails to explain your strong passions, yet this is as it should be now. Your current lesson is about honoring your feelings, whether they are rational or not. Remember, you can allow your emotions to flow unrestrained without necessarily acting on any of them.


Okey dokey then. Heading into another beautiful, weird, wacky day. Yet this is as it should be now. Well, at least my horoscope seems to think so anyway.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

You Know This is How It Goes

You know how sometimes when you’re working on a project, particularly a volunteer project, it becomes obvious to you that those in charge gots no clue what they be doin’?

You know how when that happens you’re just greatly tempted to tell those in charge what a rotten job they are doing and how you could do it soooooooo much better?

You know how when you’re tempted like that you stop short of saying anything because you know if you complain too much they’ll try to put you in charge the next time?

Yeah, that was me, on Sunday, when working my volunteer hours in the concession stands for the greater good of the soccer club for which N plays.

And now it’s two days later, it’s still bugging me, and I still want to tell them how it could be done better.

The big decision I have to make though is whether to:
(A) Tell them how it could be done better and volunteer to manage the concession stands in the future, or
(B) Just keep my mouth shut and save myself the hassle of being in charge of anything.

I know lots of people would scream “Choose B you fool! Choose B!” I gotta tell you I’m leaning heavily towards A right now because I must tell you it is much easier for me to just get ‘er done than tolerate having things done in a piss poor half-assed way.

Monday, October 06, 2008

Sports of All Sorts

Let me say a little something not related to the main subject of my post just to clear off some residue from the last post. I just want to say that if you are unaccustomed to how people act when under the influence of drugs, even those taken exactly as prescribed, the whole thing can be unnerving, particularly when your first experience with this is in the middle of the night, and the person under the influence of said drug is unable, due to said drug usage, to explain what is happening and why and provide some reassurance as to everything being okay. Also, when the person under the influence of said drug tries to make a funny, but you aren’t sure if the person is joking or serious and can’t really get a coherent response from him, again due to said drug usage, it can get a little unnerving, or perhaps as things often seem worse in the middle of the night than in the light of day, it can seem downright scary. I don’t do well in those kinds of situations. I’m a wimp. So when the “fight of flight” reflex kicks in I opt for flight, and did, in the wee early hours of Saturday morning, around 5:00 a.m. leaving a somewhat out of it, somewhat bewildered, somewhat scary BJ back at his place while I hightailed it home.

While I love BJ a lot, I can’t say that I much care for the drugged up BJ. It has always been a priority for me to stay in my right mind, to be as alert as possible, and I find a certain amount of discomfort with being around pharmaceutically enhanced individuals. Now I am not talking about medications like, oh say, blood pressure meds or allergy meds, but I am talking about the kind of meds that would alter your personality like his sleeping pills seem to do. Normally when BJ takes a sleeping pill around me it is at bedtime, and he goes to sleep, and sleeps soundly, and isn’t scary at all. After all, how scary can a big sleeping lump be? But seeing him teetering on the edge of consciousness, sitting in his living room, incoherent and unable to respond intelligibly to me, freaked me out. I wasn’t even entirely sure he knew who I was or why I was there, and that was the scariest part because if he didn’t realize that then how safe was I? That’s when I decided to bug out. Now I did find out later that he did know who I was and why I was there and he was fine with me being there. It’s just that he didn’t/couldn’t communicate that in his drug-altered state. So we talked it all out later in the day, and maybe I’m a little clearer on things, and maybe he’s a little clearer on things, and maybe it’ll all be okay.


Thus ends my post length prologue to my real post.

And now, on with the real post:


This weekend was not great, but then again not horrible, for sports fan Trueself. I’ll do bad news first and then the good news.

As one of the many long-suffering Chicago Cubs fans of the world, I watched as my beloved Cubbies folded under the pressure of their World Series centennial year and tanked in the playoffs to the Dodgers (the Dodgers for pity sakes!) losing three in a row to go home once again with heads hung low and the ever present cry of “Well, there’s always next year.” Yeah, I’m still a Cubbies fan. I suppose I always will be. I would love to see them make the World Series once in my lifetime, but I think of the number of diehard Cubs fans for whom that hasn’t happened and I see this year’s performance, and I can’t help but think that it may not happen for me either. Sigh. . .

Oh well, at least we had the “Big Soccer Tournament” to attend. Alas, N’s team lost both of their games on Saturday, putting them in the Consolation Game on Sunday. His team played well in both of Saturday’s games. They just met up with some really tough teams, teams that were much better than any they’d seen before. They didn’t lose horribly either time, only by two goals in each game. Nevertheless, they lost. . . both games. . . and they were nothing if not a little down trodden by the end of the second game. I was a little worried that they would let their losses get them down so much they wouldn’t play well on Sunday. However, they were going up against a team that had also suffered two losses on Saturday so morale-wise the two teams should be pretty evenly matched. N’s team took an early lead on Sunday and although the other team fought back hard in the second half and nearly tied the game at one point when all was said and done N’s team won. . . a bright spot in an otherwise gloomy tournament.

The big bright spot in my weekend sports-wise though was the Illini performance against Michigan. The Illini won big, and not only did they win big they did it on Michigan’s turf. Now I know there are a couple of readers who will not be as excited at the outcome of this game as I was, but all I can say to that is to quote one of my favorite Illini t-shirts: Muck Fichigan! Yes, we beat Michigan. I can’t wait to watch the game on Tivo. I had to miss it due to N’s soccer tournament, but I made sure to set the Tivo to record it just in case we won. If we had lost, I would’ve just deleted it, but given that we won I’ll be having my own version of Monday Night Football tonight. I just need a little Papa Del’s and Bud Light, and I’m good to hunker down on the sofa for an evening of fine football, and because it’s Tivoed I can skip all the commercials. Perfect!

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Not a Big Thing

I'm titling this post the way I am because I want everyone to realize that what I'm talking about here isn't a big deal to me. It's just something that I'm trying to work out in my head.

I know I tend to overreact and overdramatize. I have no illusions about that so when things happen that make me have strong reactions I try to step back and deal with myself first before dealing with the situation. I'm in one of those situations right now.

Something happened early this morning that scared me. It scared me badly enough that I left where I was and returned home. . . without explanation, without much forethought, just a strong desire to get to a place where I would feel safe and comfortable.

Now, several hours later, I'm trying hard to step back and think about it, think it through, and I can't talk about it yet. I have to think. I have to decide what to do and how to make myself feel okay with it.

Friday, October 03, 2008

From Under the Green Eyeshade


As an official bean counter (or accountant for those who want to be formal about it) I cringe as I listen to some of the stuff that’s being said with regard to the bailout.

The most galling thing I’ve heard so far is what seems to have started bubbling up over the last couple of days as certain factions have questioned the validity of the “mark to market” accounting rules that require investments to be valued at current market value. While I have no intention of getting into an in depth study here of the details of the rules (although goodness knows it would be a great cure for insomnia for you to try to read something like that) I just need to say something about the whole issue before my head explodes.

There are various ways you might account for investments in securities:

Cost – This would be the most simplistic, but highly inaccurate in some, if not a lot, of cases. You buy a stock for $1,000 you include it in the assets on your balance sheet at $1,000. What this doesn’t do is take into account any fluctuations in the value of that asset over time. Therefore, anyone looking at your balance sheet is going to have no idea whether it fairly represents your financial position. I doubt there’s much of anybody who would argue for valuing investments in securities at cost.

Lower of Cost or Market – Ah, this is an old favorite. In this case if you buy a stock for $1,000 you carry it on the books at $1,000 unless the value falls below $1,000, in which case you write it down to its market value. Therefore, if the stock value rises to $1,200 the stock will still appear on your books at $1,000, but if the stock value falls to $800 it will appear on your books at $800. This is a nice conservative way of accounting. Accountants liked it because it meant you weren’t over inflating values on your balance sheet and making you look like you’ve got more than you have. On the other hand, if you happen to be really good at picking stocks, then over time it starts to look like you have less than you actually do. Because after buying that $1,000 of Really Good Company early on and holding it several years that same stock is worth $5,000, but you only get credit for 20% of that. The only way to recognize that $4,000 gain is to sell the stock and actually realize it. I grew up in the era of Lower of Cost or Market and will admit to having a bit of an affinity for it. When it comes to reporting financial position I’m all about erring on the side of understatement of assets and overstatement of liabilities. I’m just cautious that way.

Mark to Market – The simplistic definition of this would be that for every investment you value it at its current market value. The danger of this is that it makes you vulnerable to market swings more than the previous method. The benefit is that it makes for a “truer” assessment of the value of your portfolio at a point in time. Lots of people in the financial industry lobbied hard to get this into GAAP (Generally Accepted Accounting Principles) when times were good. They wanted to take advantage of the high values in the stock market at the time. Now these same people are crying in their beer because times ain’t so good and instead of having to mark their investment from $1,000 to $800 as they would have under Lower of Cost or Market and taking a $200 hit they have to mark their investment from $5,000 to $800 taking a $4,200 hit. This is exactly why I favor Lower of Cost or Market. Mark to Market has allowed companies to inflate their balance sheets for far too long.

Now these bigwigs in high finance want to ditch Mark to Market. But do they want to return to Lower of Cost or Market to help return towards a bit more conservative sanity? NO! They want even more freedom to mark invested assets up to some other value as determined by them. If we were to allow these people that kind of power there would be little to no integrity in financial reporting at all. I can’t imagine that this will ever come to be, but if it does I guarantee you I will pull out of the stock market all together because financial statements will be even more meaningless than they already are.

I could go on, but I won’t. I could expand on several points here, but I won’t. I could offer more options and examples, but I won’t. I know I’ve already left most, if not all, of you with your eyes glazed over.

Grrr…. This kind of stuff just riles me up like few things can. It’s all about integrity, choosing integrity over greed, choosing to do the right thing for everyone rather than the thing that will make it great for me while screwing over the masses. Less regulations and looser regulations just allow the greed to run rampant, unchecked. It’s bad enough already. How much worse does it have to get before regular people start to fight back?

Damn I’m pissed off.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Red or Blue?

A friend forwarded this to me. It'll help you see which presidential candidate is the right one for you. It's a survey. It gives you two quotes on an issue, one from Obama and one from McCain, but it doesn't indicate which one said what. You click on the quote that is closest to your convictions. In the end it will tell you who you are leaning towards, or should be anyway! Cool!

Click here to go to the quiz.

When I took it there were no surprises. As expected I didn't agree 100% with either candidate. Also as expected I leaned heavily toward Obama and away from McCain. I tried to make sure I was rating the statements on the statements alone and not trying to guess which candidate had said it (although in some cases it is just too obvious to be unaware of it) because I wanted to base it truly on how I feel about the issues and not skew it towards Obama because I wanted it to tell me I should be for Obama.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Odds and Ends

Not sure which of these are the odds and which the ends, but there's a bunch of 'em. Might take a while to read. Go get a cup of coffee, and maybe a muffin. Then find a comfy place to relax as you read.

  1. Finally, this morning I saw Sarah Palin in an interview where she sounded almost reasonable and perhaps worthy of being in politics on a national level. Frankly, it was a relief as I had been terrified of the prospect of her being VP. Now I’m starting to think I would be only annoyed rather than terrified. My impression is that maybe her “handlers” in what I’m sure was a well-intentioned effort exerted too much pressure on her to be something different than her true self and inadvertently aided her only in coming off as a bumbling idiot in earlier outings. So now I’m looking forward to what I think could actually be a real debate between her and Biden. At least I hope it will be a real debate. Can we keep gender out of it? If so, the potential for real debate is possible. If not, I will sigh and realize we aren’t quite evolved as far as I’d hoped.

  2. Bailout or no bailout? That is the question. Well, what if we turned it on its ear? What if instead of bailing out the fat cats on Wall Street we bailed out the little guy? What if instead of pumping billions into the big corporate machine, we pumped it out to those who are struggling to meet those subprime mortgage payments? Why does it have to be a top down effort? Why not build from the base? These are just brainstorming thoughts on my part so it might be completely unfeasible. However, if I were a Washington insider that’s the idea I’d throw out there and at least research its feasibility.

  3. Yesterday, W called at 5:25 p.m. to let me know that he couldn’t pick N up from after school care as he normally does on Tuesdays (after school care runs until 6:00 p.m.). If this had been an emergency I would’ve been fine with it. If this had been something that came up suddenly I would’ve been fine with it. Given that he said he’d forgotten to mention it on Monday and then hadn’t found the time to let me know earlier than he did on Tuesday I was anything but fine with it. If it’s my time to have N and something comes up I can call W and ask if he’s available, but it is not even an option to just tell him that I can’t care for N at that time and he’ll have to do so. Nope, I have to find and pay for a sitter if he is unavailable. On the other hand, if W pulls a stunt like yesterday I have to change my plans to accommodate him, or I have to find, and pay for, a sitter. Grrr. . . There is an inequity here that is quite galling.

  4. N wanted to have his birthday party at the local ice rink (he loves to ice skate) rather than my idea of having it at a local park with a nice play area. I was hesitant, but after finding out that it was not much more expensive to have it at the ice rink than renting the pavilion at the park (and at the ice rink they provide refreshments and goody bags which I would have had to do myself if we’d done it at the park), I agreed to it and booked it. The day after I booked it, N was talking to some of his friends, found out they wouldn’t attend if it was at the ice rink (they don’t know how to ice skate), and so he wanted to know if we could change back to doing it at the park. I told him no, because I’d had to put down a non-refundable deposit with the ice rink. Now I have an unhappy boy because he is getting his birthday party at the place he insisted upon. If it weren’t for the non-refundable deposit I’d be tempted to cancel the whole damned thing and not have a party at all. I know he’s just a kid, but a little gratitude would go a long way here.

  5. I seem just a bit scatterbrained lately. Last night I took a load of clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer. This morning I went to get the clothes out of the dryer. They were still wet. I had never turned on the dryer. Duh. . .

  6. French toast is good, and you know what? It really doesn’t take all that long to make, just the time to beat up a little egg batter, dip the bread and fry it up. Oatmeal takes almost as long. N and I had French toast for breakfast yesterday. We should do it more often.

  7. This weekend N plays in another “Big Soccer Tournament.” I hear there will be 175 teams there of various age groups from at least three or four states. At least this one is closer to home and won’t require staying overnight with a fellow blogger. (You do realize, don’t you, that the only reason I blog is to make connections all over the world so that no matter where I travel I can save money on accommodations by staying in bloggers’ homes and taking advantage of their hospitality, soft guest beds, hot showers, and free food from their kitchens? Well, if you didn’t, you do now.) Fortunately, this is W’s weekend to have N so he gets to take him to the 8:00 a.m. game while I sleep late, blissfully unburdened with soccer mom duty for a bit. I’ll go over for at least a game or two, but not the early morning one. I’ll definitely make the Sunday afternoon championship game if his team makes it that far (and given their so far undefeated season I’d say they have a good chance) because I wouldn’t want to miss seeing that.

  8. Last weekend BJ, N and I attended a fundraiser for a local charity. It’s the first time we’ve really officially done anything public as the three of us. I introduced BJ to a couple of friends of mine. I didn’t introduce him as anything like boyfriend, just as BJ with no further explanation made. I don’t know what they thought of him or the fact that I was with him. It felt awkward though, at least to me, maybe because they are friends of W’s too. I don’t know how BJ felt about it.

  9. Can a couple separate and still attend the same church comfortably? That is a quandary for both me and W. He and I both enjoy our church. It is a small congregation, not a mega church so we definitely run into one another there. However, his circle of friends there and mine, while having some overlap, tend to be different in general. He tends to hang with the geriatric crowd for the most part. I tend to run with the parents of school age children and with the LGBTQA (yeah they keep expanding the list of those included with the Q being “questioning” and the A being “allies” for those not in the know) group. Because of the type church it is, we aren’t looked down upon for divorcing, and I’m not aware of anyone feeling the need to place blame or take sides. At first, we both thought that one of us might need to change churches to maintain comfort and peace, but it seems to be working for us at least for now. I guess the real test will be when one of us brings a new person from our lives into the church (and from the sound of things W may well have a new paramour in the not so distant future so he may be the first of us to bring someone else to church as BJ isn’t a big church person).