So I've been doing a lot of thinking about my past dating experiences.
I suck at it! And I don't know why. Every single person I've ever been in a relationship long term has cheated on me (Except Cory. Thanks Cory!). Eight different loving, committed relationships. Eight different times I thought I was truly loved and adored and I did things like read "He's Just Not That Into You" on a plane and shake my head and chuckle to myself because obviously my boyfriend was faithfully devoted and showed zero of these god-awful warning signs. And when I got off the plane I found out - Stage Five Cheater.
One even wrote me a long, long, long letter about why it happened which basically boiled down to low self-esteem on his part.
But surely there has to be something wrong with me to keep dating guys with this very specific character defect over and over and over and over and over again. Surely? I mean, this doesn't happen to anyone else I know.
My friend T-Rex had the brilliant idea to google "why do I always date cheaters". The first article flat out told me I was no good in bed. That was rude, Google. The article wanted me to buy something to teach me how to be good in bed.
I'm not going to worry too much about that one.
Next we have:
Low self esteem - meh, sometimes but....not like dibilitating.
Poor judgement of character - No, I mean I am only friends with awesome people.
Denial - Maybe? What do you want me to do, snatch the phone out of the poor guy's hand and demand to know who he is texting and where he is at all times? That's no way to live, dammit.
And that's pretty much all I could find. I just don't want to do it again...ever. And I can't figure out how to make it stop.
I'm not depressed, I'm not wallowing in sorrow. I am seriously very much okay. I'm just trying to think logically about this.
I think I'm going to just try my best to be a better, nicer, sweeter, more thoughtful human being and just kind of go from there.
I know my friends are going to hate this post. Friends! Calm down, darling treasured friends. I'm only going to talk like this for a little while and then I'll be back to my normal ball of joy self who gets overly excited about mundane things like a sunny day.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Joe Loves Beth FOREVER!
The whole reason I started this blog was because my friend and I happened along my old diary and we read it and we were like, "this shit's good". Lots of drama and nary a boyfriend to be dated who didn't cheat on me.
What the fuck?
Last night, I went over to my boyfriend's wearing a dress I thought was cute and piled on some make up and curled my hair. I put on my favorite perfume. I was dressed to impress and was excited to veg out and order pizza and drink a couple beers and watch tv.
He went to work this morning and I walked downstairs and saw this on the pop machine in his house:
I must've stared at that pop machine button for 15 minutes. And then I could see all of my delusions of being in a good happy stable relationship float away. It was like when you have a near death experience and your life flashes before your eyes. I saw us laughing- lies, I saw him helping me around the house cleaning gutters- lies, our future happy wedding that I imagined would happen one day-lies. Nope, nope, nope. I calmly put his key in his mailbox and toddled home in my car in shock. I vaguely asked him about it and he said Beth must've wrote that on there back in July when she was begging him to take her back. And I said, I took a picture of that pop machine a few weeks ago and it wasn't there. Liar. And then he said, "Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie".
I don't know what he said but that's what it sounded like to me. It reminded me of the 800 other times I've had that lies lies lies conversation with a boyfriend when you think inside your head, "are you fucking stupid? Do you think I'm stupid?" and then the more they talk, the more it is confirmed that the answer to both those questions is yes.
After being in shock and wandering around my house like "huh?" for a while, I literally sat in the corner of my bedroom and cried for hours. I felt like I didn't have any bones and I was in a lump like a jellyfish.
But now I feel more like oh girl, at least you know. At least you didn't marry something like that. And at least now- you do have a chance at the real thing with a good person.
Or I can get 5 or 6 more cats and commit to being That Woman. Either option is better.
It also made me feel closer to all the really good people in my life and thankful for them. If diamonds were easy to find, they wouldn't be worth so much, y'know? (*note this is one of those lines that I will read back later and be like omg you dork. you embarassing dork. there were a lot of those in my old diary.)
I'm not blogging this to be craycray, I 'm blogging it so I don't have to keep explaining the same thing over and over again. Now I can just send everyone here. Here, read this shit.
What the fuck?
Last night, I went over to my boyfriend's wearing a dress I thought was cute and piled on some make up and curled my hair. I put on my favorite perfume. I was dressed to impress and was excited to veg out and order pizza and drink a couple beers and watch tv.
He went to work this morning and I walked downstairs and saw this on the pop machine in his house:
I must've stared at that pop machine button for 15 minutes. And then I could see all of my delusions of being in a good happy stable relationship float away. It was like when you have a near death experience and your life flashes before your eyes. I saw us laughing- lies, I saw him helping me around the house cleaning gutters- lies, our future happy wedding that I imagined would happen one day-lies. Nope, nope, nope. I calmly put his key in his mailbox and toddled home in my car in shock. I vaguely asked him about it and he said Beth must've wrote that on there back in July when she was begging him to take her back. And I said, I took a picture of that pop machine a few weeks ago and it wasn't there. Liar. And then he said, "Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie".
I don't know what he said but that's what it sounded like to me. It reminded me of the 800 other times I've had that lies lies lies conversation with a boyfriend when you think inside your head, "are you fucking stupid? Do you think I'm stupid?" and then the more they talk, the more it is confirmed that the answer to both those questions is yes.
After being in shock and wandering around my house like "huh?" for a while, I literally sat in the corner of my bedroom and cried for hours. I felt like I didn't have any bones and I was in a lump like a jellyfish.
But now I feel more like oh girl, at least you know. At least you didn't marry something like that. And at least now- you do have a chance at the real thing with a good person.
Or I can get 5 or 6 more cats and commit to being That Woman. Either option is better.
It also made me feel closer to all the really good people in my life and thankful for them. If diamonds were easy to find, they wouldn't be worth so much, y'know? (*note this is one of those lines that I will read back later and be like omg you dork. you embarassing dork. there were a lot of those in my old diary.)
I'm not blogging this to be craycray, I 'm blogging it so I don't have to keep explaining the same thing over and over again. Now I can just send everyone here. Here, read this shit.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Mother's Day
yeah Mother's Day! Tomorrow the fam is going to Granny Max's nursing home and eating some KFC on the patio there. I'm excited to see everyone and be off work and stuffs.
She's a smart cookie, that mother of mine. She is strong willed. She is excellent with her words and speaks with intelligence. She took psychology in college and I think has a good grasp on summarizing why people think and do the things they do. She can interpret for you a dream you have in such a way your jaw with drop to the ground with a thud.
I was lucky to grow up with a female role model in my life that was very much about having self respect.
She was also big on us kids treating others with respect.
I've seen the question posed on Facebook and interviews the past couple of days, "What is the best piece of advice your mother has given you?"
Gosh, I have lots.
Here are my two favorite relationship advice:
1.) You don't really know a person until you've spent all 4 seasons with them.
That is so true! You don't. I, myself, am a completely different human being in the season known as winter. In fact, I turn from human being into a hibernating angry bear during these dreaded months. It also helps to keep this advice in mind because there is a honeymoon phase in relationships and when that wears away, are you still enamored with the person you have come to know?
2.) Who do you love more, yourself or him?
People might tell you that True Love means taking a bullet for someone and things like that and I do feel altruistic toward my loved ones. What this means, though, is that the bottom line is- if the relationship is making you unhappy, it's time to go. Sad but true.
See what I mean? Smart mama.
Have a happy Mother's Day y'all!
She's a smart cookie, that mother of mine. She is strong willed. She is excellent with her words and speaks with intelligence. She took psychology in college and I think has a good grasp on summarizing why people think and do the things they do. She can interpret for you a dream you have in such a way your jaw with drop to the ground with a thud.
I was lucky to grow up with a female role model in my life that was very much about having self respect.
She was also big on us kids treating others with respect.
I've seen the question posed on Facebook and interviews the past couple of days, "What is the best piece of advice your mother has given you?"
Gosh, I have lots.
Here are my two favorite relationship advice:
1.) You don't really know a person until you've spent all 4 seasons with them.
That is so true! You don't. I, myself, am a completely different human being in the season known as winter. In fact, I turn from human being into a hibernating angry bear during these dreaded months. It also helps to keep this advice in mind because there is a honeymoon phase in relationships and when that wears away, are you still enamored with the person you have come to know?
2.) Who do you love more, yourself or him?
People might tell you that True Love means taking a bullet for someone and things like that and I do feel altruistic toward my loved ones. What this means, though, is that the bottom line is- if the relationship is making you unhappy, it's time to go. Sad but true.
See what I mean? Smart mama.
Have a happy Mother's Day y'all!
Sunday, April 21, 2013
F Word
I've got the blues. Or maybe the Mean Reds as Holly Golightly might say. I remember when I was around 25-ish and all of my friends would get that "quarter life crisis" thing. Like ahhhh what is my life and what do I want to do with it and blah blah. Everyone figured it out.
I feel sort of like that now. Like I look around at my life and I'm depressed and angry and I want so much more. It feels like I'm drowning and trying so hard every day to get my face above the water. But I never get anywhere and I'm tired of trying.
I hate that have to work 2 jobs. I hate that I'm alone. I hate that there's never any time. I hate that there are so many people in my life that I care about and I don't have enough time to see anyone with all the other shit I have to do. What I'm doing doesn't feel like living. It's struggling for air.
I can't do it, keep doing it, alone. And no one will hold my hand.
I feel sort of like that now. Like I look around at my life and I'm depressed and angry and I want so much more. It feels like I'm drowning and trying so hard every day to get my face above the water. But I never get anywhere and I'm tired of trying.
I hate that have to work 2 jobs. I hate that I'm alone. I hate that there's never any time. I hate that there are so many people in my life that I care about and I don't have enough time to see anyone with all the other shit I have to do. What I'm doing doesn't feel like living. It's struggling for air.
I can't do it, keep doing it, alone. And no one will hold my hand.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Dr. Oz 3 Day Detox Cleanse RESULTS
So, I did the Dr. Oz 3 Day Detox Cleanse (details on Dr's Oz's website here) & the bottom line is I LOVED it. Life changing. The top benefit I noticed was how much energy I had afterward. I just felt good. This is coming from a gal who is sick very much of the time. I don't know if I lost weight or the exact poundage because I didn't really care about that (but I think I did because my body was bangin'). The 3 day cleanse led to a domino effect of enlightenments for me. I don't know if it will make everyone feel as completely different as I do. Everyone's body is different and I have a laundry list of issues with my body because of PCOS/diabetes.
Noticing how my body reacted to what I was putting into it made me want to continue putting good, nutrient-dense things into it. I've been pretty much "eating clean" ever since and have noticed different symptoms of PCOS becoming less problematic. I started dedicating a lot of my time to researching hormones and holistics cures. As anyone that deals with this syndrome knows, the doctor will just shrug a couple of shoulders and basically tell you to deal with it. It makes you feel hopeless.
Anyway, I found out that plastics have chemicals in them that disrupt your hormones, even if the plastic is BPA free. I found out that eating preservatives makes you feel tired, brings down your immune system, and causes damage to cells in your body that can lead to cancer or other conditions. I found out that all meat is injected with cell-disrupting hormones unless specifically noted on the package that it was not. It makes sense to me that all the issues I have that are the result of a hormone imbalance could possibly/probably be effected by these things. Is it coincidence that PCOS was not even around until recently and recently is when our plastics and meats became poisoned? It's something to think about. I've been trying to cut out plastic, sugar, preservatives, and any meat that is not organic.
I've started to take natural supplements/foods that have been highly recommended on PCOS forums (Spearmint Tea, Vitex, Saw Palmetto, Inositol, Black Cohosh, pumpkin seeds, red cabbish, Flax Seed, etc).
I'm really hopeful that maybe I can get my body functioning properly, but, we will have to wait and see.
p.s. I know this post isn't funny sowwee bout that.
Noticing how my body reacted to what I was putting into it made me want to continue putting good, nutrient-dense things into it. I've been pretty much "eating clean" ever since and have noticed different symptoms of PCOS becoming less problematic. I started dedicating a lot of my time to researching hormones and holistics cures. As anyone that deals with this syndrome knows, the doctor will just shrug a couple of shoulders and basically tell you to deal with it. It makes you feel hopeless.
Anyway, I found out that plastics have chemicals in them that disrupt your hormones, even if the plastic is BPA free. I found out that eating preservatives makes you feel tired, brings down your immune system, and causes damage to cells in your body that can lead to cancer or other conditions. I found out that all meat is injected with cell-disrupting hormones unless specifically noted on the package that it was not. It makes sense to me that all the issues I have that are the result of a hormone imbalance could possibly/probably be effected by these things. Is it coincidence that PCOS was not even around until recently and recently is when our plastics and meats became poisoned? It's something to think about. I've been trying to cut out plastic, sugar, preservatives, and any meat that is not organic.
I've started to take natural supplements/foods that have been highly recommended on PCOS forums (Spearmint Tea, Vitex, Saw Palmetto, Inositol, Black Cohosh, pumpkin seeds, red cabbish, Flax Seed, etc).
I'm really hopeful that maybe I can get my body functioning properly, but, we will have to wait and see.
p.s. I know this post isn't funny sowwee bout that.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
This is- This is- This is a M-a-a-aan's World
Click here damn it.
Why is James Brown so awesome? And so sweaty? I'm worried about him. Is he always this sweaty? I know performers sweat but that is really somethin'. Was this the first song of his concert and did he start out sweating like that? It looks like he mopped himself in butter.
So, a long time ago, I stomped into my mother's kitchen and told her I wished the world was like it was in the 50's and the fact that it is not is what is wrong with America today. I just want to say, before anyone starts whining about women's rights, that #1 shut up and #2 I'm glad women have rights but the way it's been instituted is 100% wrong. To clarify, it's good that women can vote & work if they want to. I'm all for that. The reason I wish the world was like it was in the 50's is because once both parents were forced out of the home and into the workforce a few things happened that I am furious about.
1.) Children are being thrown into the system- day cares. I don't believe a day care, no matter how credible, can hold a candle to the one-on-one love and attention of a mother (or father, the point here is one parent). If one parent is rearing the child, they can gradually but firmly establish values. Teaching a child integrity is SO IMPORTANT. Otherwise, you have these moron idiot humans walking around everywhere. Today, you can't walk outside and throw a rock without hitting a moron idiot human. They are everywhere! Not that you should be throwing rocks at humans, obviously (my mother taught me that).
The other option is to have someone in your family watch your child while you go to work because you have to go to work because the world we live in today it is not possible to survive on a single income (thanks Women's Movement!). Your mother was already a mother. She doesn't want to do it again full time and it isn't fair to ask her to. I sometimes have day dreams of how I would raise a babe. There would be a lot of rocking and singing and story telling and playing and crafts and I know you can do all of this if you work but, for me, I would prefer to do it full time. And that is a pipe dream. Also, I'm barren. So.
2.) No one has time to cook healthy, nutritious meals anymore. There's no sit down breakfast (the most important meal of the day dammit!). There's no time to pack lunch, no time to make a wonderful sit down family dinner and talk about the day. I take care of only myself and I don't have time for all that. But if I didn't have a 9-5, I would be cooking and cleaning every day. We all just eat fast food or other garbage crap and the majority of us are not living up to our optimum health and well-being and that is SAD. I know there are exceptions and terrific for you if you are one of them. I'm talking about the majority.
The mother has been taking care of the offspring since the cavemen days. That is why the woman's peripheral vision is wider than the man's. Women had to be on the look out for danger in their cave abode and protect the offspring. Men have better distance vision because they have hunted for food since the beginning of time. Someone's been home with the offspring full time since cave man days and now we're trying something different and I'm not happy with it.
I know what I'm saying is controversial and I know I don't have children so how can I speak on it. I speak on it because I'm mad as an old wet hen that this is what the world is now.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Let Me Tell You Bout My Best Friend
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!
Sup.
Thanks for stopping by. As soon as I post sumping (FYI: each Saturday) I always look at the views and they shoot up to like 60 new views within seconds of posting. Isn't that cool? I mean I know real blogs get thousands but, whatever, it makes me smilesy.
When I first got to my lapper this morning and started typing, it was awful because I hadn't had coffee yet and I was pissed off. I considered writing about how my f-ing face looks exactly like one of those monster bad guys from The Hobbit. Like the producer asked me to sit down and sit still for hours and they modeled the Goblin King (click here) after me or maybe took an exact plaster of my face or something. The underneath of his eyes were exactly what I looked at on my own face this morning in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Ew- Goblin King! I thought and hastily packed on some bright pink lipstick. Now I look like the Goblin King wearing bright pink lipstick.
But, I digress. I'm here to talk about besties. I just love some of my friends so much I want to pinch them and I include my sweet boyfran as one; a very special one. I'm actually a really lucky Goblin King, come to think of it. I can't wait for the warm weather so we can all go out and play.
Well, let me tell ya about Stevey V. I met him....I dunno..I'm really bad at numbers (# Amnesia. I swear it's A Thing and I have it) but it was years ago and we were basically instant best friends. Ever met someone like that and isn't it cool? I remember his eyes got big because I am a lot to take when I'm in full YAY PARTY mode. But, Steve loves YAY PARTY modes. Give him a few glasses of libation and watch him go. You will cry your eyeballs out laughing.
We have the same sense of humor and we bounce off each other well. Like I know I pick up funnies from him and re use them even if it's just an attitude. Like how he has convinced me that everyone that lives in Latonia has neck tattoos. Steve can be a butthole. Like he says stuff where if you didn't know he was just joking you are like he is so mean! He's just kiddin' guys and sometimes being mean to your bestie is totally fun. It's a guy thing. I grew up with Brother Bestie and stuff so I get it and I do it too.
** Eeeeep....A man just walked into the office with a neck tattoo! **
Steve is very clever too. Weirdly, he knows the answer to any question you might have no matter how obscure. For example, you could ask him something like- What is the Axolotl's average life span? Huh Steve? and he will know the answer to that.
Is Steve a robot? I don't know. It doesn't matter.
His heart is made of pure gold. What I mean by that is, if needed, he will do anything for you. I haven't met many people in my life who are so completely pure-intentioned. He just wants everyone to be happy. He wants to laugh and have fun and make you laugh. If you become friends with him he is fiercely loyal. He is altruistic and I aspire to be Steve-like in this respect.
I want the best for Steve. I want great things to happen to him and I know that they will.
Mushy-wushy!
p.s. Steve, if you read this could you bring me some chicken salad to work thanks
Sup.
Thanks for stopping by. As soon as I post sumping (FYI: each Saturday) I always look at the views and they shoot up to like 60 new views within seconds of posting. Isn't that cool? I mean I know real blogs get thousands but, whatever, it makes me smilesy.
When I first got to my lapper this morning and started typing, it was awful because I hadn't had coffee yet and I was pissed off. I considered writing about how my f-ing face looks exactly like one of those monster bad guys from The Hobbit. Like the producer asked me to sit down and sit still for hours and they modeled the Goblin King (click here) after me or maybe took an exact plaster of my face or something. The underneath of his eyes were exactly what I looked at on my own face this morning in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Ew- Goblin King! I thought and hastily packed on some bright pink lipstick. Now I look like the Goblin King wearing bright pink lipstick.
But, I digress. I'm here to talk about besties. I just love some of my friends so much I want to pinch them and I include my sweet boyfran as one; a very special one. I'm actually a really lucky Goblin King, come to think of it. I can't wait for the warm weather so we can all go out and play.
Well, let me tell ya about Stevey V. I met him....I dunno..I'm really bad at numbers (# Amnesia. I swear it's A Thing and I have it) but it was years ago and we were basically instant best friends. Ever met someone like that and isn't it cool? I remember his eyes got big because I am a lot to take when I'm in full YAY PARTY mode. But, Steve loves YAY PARTY modes. Give him a few glasses of libation and watch him go. You will cry your eyeballs out laughing.
We have the same sense of humor and we bounce off each other well. Like I know I pick up funnies from him and re use them even if it's just an attitude. Like how he has convinced me that everyone that lives in Latonia has neck tattoos. Steve can be a butthole. Like he says stuff where if you didn't know he was just joking you are like he is so mean! He's just kiddin' guys and sometimes being mean to your bestie is totally fun. It's a guy thing. I grew up with Brother Bestie and stuff so I get it and I do it too.
** Eeeeep....A man just walked into the office with a neck tattoo! **
Steve is very clever too. Weirdly, he knows the answer to any question you might have no matter how obscure. For example, you could ask him something like- What is the Axolotl's average life span? Huh Steve? and he will know the answer to that.
Is Steve a robot? I don't know. It doesn't matter.
His heart is made of pure gold. What I mean by that is, if needed, he will do anything for you. I haven't met many people in my life who are so completely pure-intentioned. He just wants everyone to be happy. He wants to laugh and have fun and make you laugh. If you become friends with him he is fiercely loyal. He is altruistic and I aspire to be Steve-like in this respect.
I want the best for Steve. I want great things to happen to him and I know that they will.
Mushy-wushy!
p.s. Steve, if you read this could you bring me some chicken salad to work thanks
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