Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Wise Words?

I've been meaning to start blogging again, especially after my accident.  I still plan to do a post summarizing life on crutches, just not tonight.  I have Christmas gifts to finish.  Ok, I have gifts to start and then finish.

Following are things I've said that I never thought I'd be saying, and whom to.  Please remember that the principal players are my son Nathan, and my cats Jack, Tripper, and Indiana.

  • Jack, please don't eat the napkin.
  • Jack, don't eat the paper towels.
  • Ok, who knocked all of the pens off the table and hid them under the stove?
  • Indiana, please don't lick the light bulb.
  • Tripper, why did you shut off the bathroom light?  While I'm sitting on the toilet.  Now in the dark.
  • Indiana, you're going to fall on your head.
  • Jack, stop stealing the straws from my glass.
  • Nathan, why did you draw on the wood floor in your bedroom?
  • Tripper, dammit, now I know why you were named Tripper!  Stop running between my legs!
  • Indiana, please don't lick the blanket.
  • Tripper, please stop drooling on my suede shoe.
  • Jack, you cannot sleep on my face, I don't care how loving you are.
  • Nathan, please don't wear my boot socks.  Yes, I know they were in your drawer - that's because you sorted the laundry!
  • Jack, please stop licking my hair.  I already showered.
  • Tripper, get out of the sink.
  • Indiana, stop sharpening your claws on my pants - while I'm wearing them!
  • Nathan, why did you draw on your bedroom wall?  Oh, because I said don't draw on the floor.  Makes sense.
  • Jack, please stop eating the tissue.






Sunday, May 26, 2013

A Review of Me... Again.

Don't ask me why, but I decided to blog this afternoon, and realized that I haven't posted in almost a year, and posted very few last year.  It's something I've been thinking about a lot lately.  Probably because I do love to write, and although I write all day long at work, it isn't about me.  It has some of "me" in it, in my passion for my job, my humor, my empathy.  In a blog I can write about me, what I'm thinking, what I like, and what I don't.  Although it sounds very self-centered, it's really just about expression.

Who am I, you ask?  If you read past entries you'll find a variety of answers to that question.  Like everyone, it depends on where I am in my life.  Not when, as time is relative, but where in the on-going process of living my life.  This blog has seen me through a trip to Korea, a major surgery, a separation and divorce, several failed "romances", work stress, personal stress, the loss of loved ones, the joys of watching my son grow into a man.

Today I find myself thinking a lot about how others perceive me, how I perceive myself, and why there is a difference.  Yes, more introspection.  Deal with it.  LOL  Someone recently said I was very reserved.  I don't see myself as reserved, but I do see myself as cautious.  Emotionally cautious, until I get to know someone.  I find it hard to trust, but once I do, I trust them implicitly, and will leave myself open in every way.

Yes, I do present myself as a white bread, middle-class, middle age, middle of the road, insecure housewife and mother.  In many ways I am all of those things, for a variety of reasons.  But if all you're going to see it what's on the outside, you're missing so much.  I'm artistic, funny, smart, creative, moody, passionate, slightly OCD, ironic, adventurous, and much more. 

Some people are very good at putting themselves "out there", what you see is what you get.  I had it beaten into my head for years that no one wanted to see what/who I am, so hiding it became a way of life.  No, I don't think that's sad.  My past has made me who I am.  And who I am is someone who never takes life, love, friendship, family, creativity, laughter, stability, and joy for granted.  Ever.

Ok, I will concede that I am reserved - in public.  In private, I think I'm very different.  I have learned to tailor how I present myself to the situation, the company I'm with, the subject of discussion.  I appear reserved when I'm nervous.  I appear reserved when confronted with a new situation, a new environment, when I'm off-balance or insecure.  The key word in all of this is "appear".

So, if you aren't willing to look past appearances, you're going to miss out on so much.  I'm pretty damn amazing - insecurities, OCD, artistic temperament, sense of humor, and occasionally ridiculous cat pampering aside.