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taffy happy


Having sweet thoughts brought on by sweet thoughts. 

It is a good place to be on days when you don't know where you're headed because the watchword is patience and you have to trust that everything will be better than okay in the end—even before the end. Hopefully. 


no outlet



Do you ever wonder what people were thinking when they chose street names? I never wondered that before until I was driving along and saw this one: "Pillow Talk." I have driven past it numerous times over the years, but I haven't had the same perspective as I do now, so maybe that's why I was so suddenly full of curiosity that I pulled over to take a snapshot of it. 

The whole "NO OUTLET" sign right above the name is what really made me stop and think. It's like a metaphor for my life right now. A sad, ridiculous, flimsy metaphor that makes me wonder about where I am and how I will get myself out of this place that I don't like. I inch my way out, only to be dragged back in by the hair. To be fair to myself, I have come a long way in the past five years, but some of my circumstances are positively stagnant! It is so unbelievable that I can hardly grasp the reality of the things I continue to deal with. 

All of that said, I honestly believe that somehow things will continue to get better, and that someday I will be free and have a loving companion. 


comfort zone

I've had my comfort zone and the comfort zone idea on my mind lately. I couldn't really say what my comfort zone is since I appear to love to not be in one for several years on end; however, I will say that there is something about getting out of your zone every once in awhile that can be refreshing. Like, when I am talking to a really nice guy who appreciates me—that is something a little unnerving and wonderful all at the same time. Another thing I observed about my comfort zone is that it is pretty backward. I can't wait for the day when I feel comfortable with being treated well. I don't ever want to take it for granted, no, but it shouldn't be such a surprise. I do love surprises, so I guess it works for now. 

SOLSC 2014: NCMO

Not sure if you know what a NCMO is, so I will tell you. It stands for noncommittal make out. I'm also not quite sure why I feel the need to tell you about this, but I do, so I will, because that's just how we roll around here on this blog.

I am a firm believer in the NCMO so long as you're not going crazy and it's with someone you have some connection with. Kissing perfect strangers is not the smartest of moves, so I don't recommend it—even though in my younger years I did that on occasion. Kissing is a beautiful and fun thing to engage in, and I won't deny that I have really missed being kissed, at the very least.

I don't want to kiss and tell, so I won't. But I will say that I have a renewed love for NCMOs.



SOLSC 2014: Unlucky

I wore green for St. Patrick's Day, but it did me no good when I went bowling.

The quarterfinals were today and I bowled a 97 and 105—or something like that—which were the two lowest scores I've bowled in over a month! I thought it would be fun to participate. I'd not get pinched. I would be lucky. All good things would be mine if I wore green for St. Patrick's Day.

I repent the notions. Purple is my lucky color and no holiday can change that.

There is a happy side to this story. My team, the Purple Cobras, still won.


SOLSC 2014: What a day!

  • Formally asked on a date by a stranger for the first time in almost two decades
  • Accepted the invitation!
  • Oil change and other less ordinary car stuff
  • Ironed out plans for my first date as a single person after almost two decades of not being single
  • Smiled for approximately 4.5 hours solid after that!
  • Talked on the phone with a sweetheart sister-in-law
  • Transformed my daughter with autism into a princess for a ball 
  • My neighbor came over and helped by doing her makeup! 
  • Dressed to impress as I transformed into a chauffeur for the special needs dance
  • Wardrobe malfunction caused me to tug at my undershirt all night 
  • I won't wear that dress again!
  • Time ran out for thinking any academic thoughts
  • I needed a break! 


SOLSC 2014: Itchy

Allergies seriously cramp my style. I used to get an itchy spot on my foot or face or anywhere and not think anything of it. I used to be able to rub my eyes when they'd get itchy without a thought to it. But then all at once, those little itches turned into hints that anaphylactic shock was on its way. So, now I can't let any little itch go without checking and watching and trying to remember when in the world was the last time I took an antihistamine. I could be overly paranoid; however, being instructed by the doctor (after the third occurrence) that it is extremely life threatening and I need to be more aware and take care, I just don't think there is any way to be overly cautious. It's simply keeping myself alive. 

And all this was typed as I keep watch over (and try not to scratch the top layer of skin off) the red, itchy patches on my feet that flared up when I sat down to write. 

Never a dull moment around here. 

SOLSC 2014: Hoping for Calm

I wrote a bunch of stuff, going on about how my heart and mind are doing, but then I repented the notion and I erased it all. 

There's no one with whom I can or should share all of this. This mountain of dashed hopes is only good for making others uncomfortable or feel guilty. And neither one of those are things I want to do to you, my friends and readers. 

So, I will tell you that knowing someone is reading this keeps me going. Right here, this blog, is the spot of calm I've created for myself and you are part of it. Thank you. 


my normal

As I begin this week, I realize that I haven't a clue how I will make it through the hoops. Pressures from every side are bearing down. Homework, emotionality, projects, fun, chores, appointments, opportunities, missed busses, laughter, tormenting communications, backtalk, disparagement, loneliness, idiocy, aspirations, hope, let downs, wishing, wanting, finances, broken hearted. What a mixed up mess of things this life has become. And yet, somehow this is my normal. And I must find a way to be happy in the midst of it. 

thoughts on mixed up snowy day

The morning was so beautiful. I drove to school with so much enthusiasm for the day and in general. There are so many good things going for me right now.  Why do I let one facet of life drag me into the pits? I'm so weary of it all. I just want to keep walking away and never be forced to look back. Why isn't it that simple? It could be. I need to be free and have needed this freedom since I was born. It is my birthright. It is ridiculous that I have to fight for something that should have always been mine. Most of all, though, I'm tired of needing to be so strong. Being tough is part of me now, and I can see how that, too, has always been something to claim for myself. Except that doesn't mean I have to like it. If that makes any sense. I wish I were able to paint the portrait of my life in a softer shade of purple. 

And we won't even get started on how I couldn't stop to watch the snow gently falling like magical puffs of cotton because the clock is quite the taskmaster. 

Getting back in the saddle

I'm telling you, this whole single-parent-nontraditional-student-freelance-editor-creative-writer-self-motivated-awesome-person thing is really getting to me. I actually let myself get pretty down hearted over the past several days. But, I woke up to a fresh day with fresh words whispered into my heart and mind, and I think I am going to set all that grey aside. It's certainly worth giving it a go. And I'm pretty good at going once I get going. If that makes any sense.

So—when does one take a break? Seriously. I'm pretty sure me neglecting my blog over the past week or so counts as a vacation in writer land. I just haven't had a break on any other level.

I keep catching myself wishing for a roadie to Texas or Disneyland. Laundry piles remind me of hikes in the mountains, which leads to cabins and campfires and tin foil dinners. Homework takes me to places like Las Vegas, Italy, Scotland, and some little bed and breakfast in Tennessee (I've been researching for some articles I might write). Day dreaming about seeing places I've been wanting to see but not having a way to actually go is driving me up the wall. I would just about give my right pinky toe to meet a certain person I've become pen pals with. I can't tell you how many times I catch myself plotting that adventure (I really can't tell you—they might read this and think I'm off my rocker).

You might be wondering what is the point of all this rambling. I will tell you. My point is that I want to get to writing again and this is what you get.

No one ever said that getting back in the saddle had to make any sense. 

an epiphany of positivity

The other day I had an epiphany.

After a hectic morning of getting children off to school before getting my own self out the door,  I was finally driving down the road almost numb, lost in thought. Some of you might get this way when everything seems to pile up, too, so that is why I want to share what came into my mind and then settled into my heart.

Feeling completely overwhelmed, my thoughts were not easily collected, but collect them I did. Negative thoughts like, "Why can't you get things done?!" and "Why is the house a mess almost all the time now?" and "I don't think I will ever really accomplish any of my goals" and "No one will ever want what I have to offer" were whirring through my head. Loserly and ridiculous would best sum up my general thoughts about myself.

Some of you might not know this yet, so I'll tell you—I have a strong anti-self-deprecation platform that I preach. All of the aforementioned thoughts then turned my thoughts to thoughts of hypocrisy: "If I won't practice what I preach, then what the heck am I doing calling people out for being so mean to themselves?" Friends will get going on about how they aren't good at this or that, and I tell them to just stop it. Stop comparing yourself to other people. You're awesome. Everyone has gifts and talents and makes valuable contributions to the world. No one can be and do everything. 

I recalled several occasions when I'd get all uppity with friends in the hope that they would take me at my word that they are wonderful people as they are and stop the negative self-talk. In turn, I've had many people try to comfort me in my anxieties over the divorce, school, single-parenting, and being lonely. Everyone cheers me on, telling me that I'm doing so well. There have even been occasions when I've been told that I'm "inspiring." Really. They used that exact word. I don't think my friends are liars, but I will admit I didn't ever really believe all the nice words because I thought they were just comfort words said in the moment to help me cheer up. I didn't accept them as truth. Then, the epiphany happened.

In an instant, all the worry and care and negativity left. I realized that I am doing awesome like everyone has been telling me. They don't have to see the crazy mornings or the messy house to reassess their assessment of me because none of that really matters. They don't even need to hear all the pipe dreams I've got bouncing around in my head all the time but am not accomplishing—yet.

I am getting out of bed every day. My children have clothes to wear, and those clothes are even clean. We have food to eat every day, and that food is always fresh and delicious and usually nutritious. We live in a HOUSE, for crying out loud! I have a home filled with beds, sheets, blankets, a furnace, fridge, pantry (full to the brim), and there's a yard with fruit and nut trees, strawberry and raspberry patches that I planted myself, and a garage that holds a car and exercise equipment I haven't used in over six months because I'm so busy with attending my dream university on SCHOLARSHIP and actually learning how to achieve life-long goals of becoming a poet, author, editor, and teacher. Not to mention another thing but I'm the mother of four wonderful children. They drive me nuts like any child would do—it's their job—but they do it like professionals! How can I blame them for being overachievers? They take after their mother. You know what else? I might have a lumpy bumpy, big-bootied body, but it's mine and I can walk and dance and ski and play and haul said big booty up and down stairs to get to classes on time. That's, like, seriously awesome. Especially when my calves don't cramp up.

I might not be achieving what I'd like to achieve right at this very moment in time, but I am achieving many great and glorious things. I have a family and faith in God. I have literacy and higher education. I can think and speak and write.

Every day this week, I've had to remind myself, but this is what I say, out loud, when the negativity creeps in: What you call halfway doing things is your best, and it is enough; it is more than enough. So just stop it. 

And I do.





not for the faint of heart

I don't know about you, but I am getting mighty exhausted with the busyness of life. I try to cut things out when I get to feeling this way, but somehow life has run away with itself and I can't quite get back to a manageable pace. There are a few things that keep me going though. The first thing I need to say is that they aren't really things, more like people. My children are one of my boosts, and friends are another. Friends come in many packages for me. Some are family or neighbors, long-time friends or social media buddies, a stranger with a kind word in an elevator. My support group is nearly endless. And I'm sure that's the only way I am able to keep going despite the crushing pressures I sometimes find myself under. Like right now. 

This adventure called life takes strength and courage, and when I'm running low, I always have someone there waiting in the wings to share some of theirs with me. 

I appreciate each of you. 

thoughts on school



51.

I don't know if I should talk about such a sore subject right now. Just kidding. But seriously, I have hardly been out of school for my entire existence, so I don't really know how I feel.

I loved elementary school. Junior high was full of adventure and hard times. High school was a period of hardship, discovery, and even more adventures. My college phase was split between young single adult issues and young mother issues. And now my university experience has been fraught with marital strife and burgeoning with exponential learning.

As I reflect on my school experience as a whole, I see how everything has always had balance to it. I might not have been able to see how everything balanced out at the time—and I struggle currently to see it all—but school has always provided a facet of consistent balance in my life. I feel at home when I am learning new things at school.

Maybe that's why I'm crazy enough to want to be a teacher.




jobs




50.

I haven't had very many jobs compared to some people, but here goes. Don't laugh.

Miller's Outpost, where I learned to fold t-shirts the right way; Mervyns, temporary second job; Wet Seal, when I thought I was a hottie and wanted a job to prove it; Villa Pizza, waitress; Coffee Beanery, store opener and where I became addicted to coffee; California Hotel, credit giver and take away-er; babysitter; crossing guard; and, saving the best for last, stay at home mom

I'm currently working on adding freelance editor, published author, and English teacher extraordinaire to the list.








love hard

I barely know what to say. I don't want to write nonsense just to fill up the page, and I certainly don't want to give any false impressions. But there is something to be said for not unloading too much information constantly. So, I will share a mini slice of life today, in an effort to not spew negativity on the world. We certainly know it has enough of that.

A nice way to describe my slice of life right now is that I live in a pressure cooker most days. I would much rather simmer on low like a nice stew, but I must be meant for a life of intense heat.

Love hard. Live hard.

I guess that's how it goes.




game playing



41.

When I was growing up, Monopoly was my absolute favorite game of all time, but as time goes on I'm not so sure anymore. I still love to play Monopoly, but I have become much less exclusive. Playing chess has become something I like even though I'm not that great at it. Scrabble, Taboo, Jenga, Apples to Apples, Battleship, and many more are seriously the bee's knees in my book. I can't and won't choose a favorite. I will say that my favorite thing about games is that you're playing them with others, and that's what makes them so fun--win or lose.





healthy living



38.

I don't know how I feel about these two questions! But here goes.

My secret to good health is probably to enjoy it while it lasts, and then go to the doctor when it isn't so good. I do believe in hand washing religiously. My children and I are not sick very often, and I attribute that to my demanding of them to wash hands when we come home from places such as school, stores, playing with friends, and so on. It's so simple, but I think it helps.

And now to how it is to live with me? Good grief.

I like having help from anyone who lives with me regardless of age. That expectation can get me feeling impatient, and I don't like that. So, I try to find ways to communicate what I need, and I hope things aren't too bad for anyone living with me. Well, my kids can just get over it, but you know what I mean. As of late, I have been quite the definition of a hot mess as far as my bedroom, study, and craft room go, so my disorganized state might bother some people. I am really looking forward to Christmas break just so I can unwind and get things organized! Maybe I will become easier to live with then.


listless

forever
laundry
reading
projects
messy rooms
homework
dirty dishes
dinner time
dirty dishes
run around
drive to school
pick up the bus misser
more homework
lame legal stuff
pestering
load dishwasher
helping
showers
more laundry
textbooks stacked a mile high
driving here and there
crazy
yelling
loving
tickling
laughing
crying
working
not working
numb
tired
over stimulated
raggedy
pretending
to be a writer



elusive and beautiful



36. 

I admire humility. There is something elusive and beautiful about the trait. I don't seem to know how to do humility very well without being forced into it by severe trials and challenges in life, but hey, whatever it takes, right? I can see how it is becoming part of me more and more each passing day; however, I promise you it doesn't come naturally to me some days still. My loud-mouth ways are enough to keep humility at bay forever. 

I'd like to hear from any of you about a personality trait that you admire. Leave a comment or tweet me.