Plus... they had zombies protecting them...
Thankfully... they won't be sharing it with this little bug. (my niece)
I hope to change my inability to make a decision.
I think this has caused many of my struggles in my recent life and relationships.
I know what I want... I just don't know how to get there.
I also plan to get back to my happy-go-lucky self.
I miss that me.
She let all worries roll off her back... especially when they were too great to bear.
Funny... that I could mentally survive through watching (as a young child) my dad beat my mom, being told my mom was killed in a car wreck, and be told by my husband that he didn't love me anymore... and yet I can't get a simple thing like dating the right guy right.
Good decisions. Right decisions.
ugh... I hate decisions.
Unfortunately, yes.
Thankfully, it was many years ago... back before I had kids.
I would never do it now because of my children.
I couldn't imagine making them go throughout their lives without their mom.
I've suffered through that... I would never want that for my children.
Back when I felt like giving up, it was more out of desperation than anything.
Needing to feel like I meant enough to someone that if I wasn't around, I would be missed.
I needed that affirmation.
I remember telling R. "Well, I guess I don't matter. I might as well just kill myself."
Shocked he said, "You don't mean that!"
All I could say was, "Yes, I do." and went on to describe to him how I would do it.
I'm happy to say I never attempted anything.
I'm also happy to say that I do know know that I matter to at least two someones and I always will.
More than enough reason to keep on living!
What makes you
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Who would have thought 2 and a half years ago when I started spilling my thoughts out onto the internet for all the world to see that I would ever have enough to say that I would hit the 400 mark on postings??
Yeah... well, I missed that BIG day 3 postings ago!
Dang Post-it Note Tuesday gets me every time :)
I still write for me... it's my therapy.
I find myself posting something and then snickering if I tell someone the same story... because I never know if it is a "repeat" for them or not. (Some of my RL friends follow, some do not.)
It does actually embarrass me when someone brings up one of my postings... especially if it is on a topic that I don't discuss openly otherwise.
However, my filter seems to be thin when I blog.
I will blog about things that I may never plan to share with another person... but it is nice to get other people's perspective on things that have been bouncing around in this head of mine for years.
I guess I will continue on until I am out of things to say... (yeah. right. lol)
Thank you to all who continue to join me on this crazy journey!
My thoughts on gay marriage lie close to home. My older brother is gay. I think I always knew it. When we were in HS, he "dated" a girl. I found it strange. When we were in college and he "revealed" it to me, I wasn't surprised. I was worried, but I wasn't surprised.
I was worried because even though I knew my brother was a strong willed person, I was concerned for the ridicule he might endure. I'm sure he has endured a lot, but I don't know about it first-hand. We don't have that type of relationship. He doesn't share that with me. I don't know if he thinks he is protecting me or what, but he doesn't share it.
People (normally before they know about my brother) have made statements to me like, "Don't they (gays) know they are sinning against God?" Who am I to judge who is right or wrong??They are happy... which makes me happy. It makes me sad, however, that my brother doesn't come to visit me because I live in a more conservative part of the country. He knows what it's like here... we grew up here... which is why he moved right after college.
He has been in a relationship with his boyfriend for over 10 years. I wish for him that he could marry the man he loves. They share their lives and a home... but not a certificate of marriage. ...and despite my conservative upbringing, that saddens me.
Dear Daughtry,
Thank you for your song "Over You". It came out at a time when my ex-husband told me that he didn't love me anymore. It said the things I needed to say. It said the things I needed to hear. It allowed me to realize that I could start over and things would be alright.
I don't like to think about this. It has taken me so many years to view myself in a positive manner.
When I was just 7 or 8 I had a boy tell me, "You will never have a boyfriend because you have no butt."
He was right. I didn't. But those hurtful words haunted me for years.
All throughout middle school and high school, I longed to have a boyfriend. There were guys I liked, and was crushed when they told me (as a friend) the girl that they thought was cute. It wasn't ever me.
At the time, I was very quiet. Reserved. I was so unsure of myself. I wasn't raised with how to flirt or act around boys if you liked them. All I knew was how to act around my brothers and all my male cousins and the neighborhood boys. So, if I liked a boy, I got flustered and even more quiet.
Some of my best friends in HS and college were guys... because I knew how to just hang. In other words, I wasn't all flirty like all the other girls ...because remember, I didn't know how.
My ex, R. treated me like one of the guys. I knew that scenario - friends. Then we weren't just friends anymore... and I liked it.
Still, even after dating and getting married, I didn't view myself as an attractive drop dead hottie. I was just me. I didn't get it when R.'s HS baseball boys would catcall me from the field. In my head, I was just a lowly butt-less girl that had been lucky enough to find a guy that liked her for her.
It truly wasn't until after my divorce and being thrown back out into the dating world did I learn that I had sex appeal ...and more so, self confidence to not be embarrassed by the fact that I am attractive woman that men want to get to know for more than just friendship.
I'm still trying to balance it all.
Sex appeal has it's price too.
But this butt-less girl is using it to her FULL advantage!
These would have to be all of my friends throughout the years that (at the time) I was really close to.
And then life happened.
Some times one of us moved... or moved onto a new chapter of our lives.
...and the friendship just became non-existent.
I don't really consider these people gone out of my life because I am a friend-for-life type of person. (thanks to Facebook some are back in my life... or at least I know what they are doing on a daily basis.)
It doesn't matter what the circumstances were that allowed us to drift apart, if you need me, I will be there. I expect the same from them as well.
Friendship has and always will be extremely important to me!
My friends are people who I laugh and I cry with... and when you share those emotions with a person, they will never be fully out of your life.
More to come...
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
My children, without a doubt, have made my life living for.
Anytime I question myself or my self-worth, I look at them.
They are perfect.
Perfectly rough and tumble boys.
Perfectly sweet and caring and stubborn and competitive.
Perfect for hugging and kissing and wrestling to the ground.
Perfect for imagining and pretending and being so loud I can't hear myself think.
Perfect for snuggling and cuddling and stealing covers and curling up to me so tight I can't move.
Perfect for making me to want to be a better me.
More to come...
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
I hope I will never have to bury one of my children.
I think this is every parents' worst nightmare!
I know I can't keep my sons in a protective bubble.
I know that I can't always be by their side.
I know I have to allow them to live and experience life to the fullest.
... but I also know that I love them so much that losing them would kill me as well.
More to come...
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
I hope to one day travel the world. I want to experience cultures that I can completely engulf myself in and wonder in amazement how their lives can be so different from my own, yet so parallel.
I want to photograph those experiences and share the awe and wonder with others. I want to capture the human expression and the world of natural beauty around us.
I dream about it occurring.
I sit and wonder of all the things I've missed so far ...and one day hope to not have to wonder anymore.
More to come...
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
I have to forgive myself for continually making poor choices.
I was raised with good moral character.
I was raised to be a good example and others will follow suit.
I continue to find myself not being that shining example... again, I wish I could re-find that innocent child/teenager in me that strived to be the perfectionist and stayed on the straight and narrow.
But the reality is that I am now an adult.
I deal with adult issues... and somehow I can't seem to find that path that I know is there.
I know God will forgive me for any sins that I lie in front of him, but I would rather not have to ask for that forgiveness in the first place.