Monday, October 10, 2011

Nothing Really

I suck at being consistent. 


I should just call this blog "Good luck with that" or "I have a new project! Watch for       "


So, hang in there my three followers. As Facebook creates its slow demise, I will most likely       . (haha)



Monday, August 1, 2011

Adventures in Yogurt

Back in the olden days, when I was a kid, my mom opened a frozen yogurt shop downtown. It was strategically located by several downtown lunch hotspots, and offered healthy lunches and the newest craze - Frogurt. I loved the days that I was out of school and I helped my mom in the little lunch shop. I felt all grown up when all of the "work people" were in there wearing suits and "work clothes" and I got to serve them their sandwiches and especially their Frogurt.


Frogurt kind of fizzled after that.


We always ate yogurt growing up. Snacks and party food included a bowl of strawberry yogurt, with chopped up bananas and strawberries for dipping. Strawberry shortcake was served with yogurt instead of whipped cream. I don't even like whipped cream.


As an adult, i always buy yogurt and then end up not eating it. I'm kind of bummed they stopped putting lids on the yogurt, because I can't use the cup again as a "to go" container. I have almost stopped buying yogurt for this reason alone. Anyhow, I'm going off-topic here.


I went to the grocery store for the first time in about 3 months (we do everything we can to avoid the actual "Grocery Store" and stick to the smaller markets.) I like having Greek yogurt (a new development in the past couple of years) for breakfast, especially with berries and toasted walnuts. Anyhow, when I got to the yogurt aisle on this shopping trip, I was stunned, and heard Angels in the background. Yogurt has changed since I was a kid. They make yogurt in a tube now, and yogurt in colors and with pictures and animations (for children) that has about as much sugar in it as ice cream. They make yogurt with babies on it, I suppose to encourage people to buy yogurt for their infants. There is yogurt for sensitive stomachs, organic yogurt, soy yogurt, plain yogurt, low fat yogurt, fat free yogurt, and about 27 other kinds of yogurt now. I usually look at the "other" yogurt in disgust, and head straight to the greek yogurt.


Until yesterday.


Apparently, we are having a yogurt boom. Besides the 27 kinds of yogurt I mentioned above, there are new yogurts now. Fancy yogurts.I'm not even talking about frozen yogurt yet. Just plain, soft, yummy yogurt. I think I spent $30 dollars and 45 minutes on yogurt yesterday, because this time my trip to the yogurt aisle was an ADVENTURE! My daughter even questioned my plethora of yogurt when she unloaded the groceries, as I had three or four different brands, and about 8 different flavors.


First, was Noosa Yogurt. Holy cow. (pfft! lol). It might have taken me ten minutes alone to select a flavor and in the end I left with all of them except the rubharb because I don't know if I even like that. Then, there was Greek Gods Yogurt, Oikos Greek Yogurt, Chobani Yogurt, and even Icelandic yogurt! So much yogurt, so many flavors! I got excited and bought them all.


So, for as long as I remember to do it, because I always forget when I decide to do something every day, I am going to give you the low-down on each yogurt. Even if it is just a few words. And when I'm finished with this yogurt, I'm going back to try more. I will call this - "My Adventures In Yogurt" and as boring a topic as it may be, only 3 people read this blog anyway so it's all good. (literally).


Not to be forgotten, I have a whole nother chapter for Frozen Yogurt. The new frozen yogurt craze is what reminded me of my mom's yogurt shop to begin with. From Pinkberry, to Cherryberry, to OrangeLeaf - frozen yogurt has evolved to a self serve adventure that is the best thing since waffle cones were invented! My yogurt adventure will include reviews on these places as well.


So, let the adventure begin!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Random sight of the day

Girl in a skin tight short black mini dress with stilletto heels, suggestively posed on the steps of Trinity Episcopal Church with her leg spread and resting on the side of the door - model pose for a photographer. Totally sacreligious lol!!!!If I could have, I would have shot a photo of it!

Monday, March 21, 2011

HAPPY SPRING!

spring!

Yesterday was so gorgeous. I couldn't resist - I had to spend it outside, especially after Saturday was SO overcast and dismal and I had to go do things outside of my home area. (I wanted to stay home and work on my house).

I bought a lawn mower, and put it together. I mowed my yard, which took a while because my back yard consists mainly of weeds and it had rained in the early morning. I may weed-eat this week, it felt so good to be out. I put out weed & feed AGAIN since it didn't seem to work last time (even though it rained after I applied it), and I put down grass seed in my front yard where the ground had been dug up to raise up the foundation. I watered the front yard, after putting down the seed and stamped the seeds into the wet ground after I watered, so the little baby seeds can become grass before the birds get it. I bet I see sprouts by this weekend!

Spring Cleaning is the theme of the week! Clean, Clean, Clean! Throw out old stuff, move stuff, I am so PUMPED for this! I may even start to go to work earlier this week (but not today lol)

My goals for this Spring:
  • Get my house back to being comfortable where I can invite people inside at any time.
  • Take care of my yard, play with it 
  • Get more exercise and sunshine
  • get up earlier, go to bed earlier
  • reconnect with my friends
  • Take care of the things that need to be taken care of regarding maintenance of my home.
Happy Springtime Everyone!!!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Freaking Teenagers

This doesn't even have a link, it is simply a vent.

I will start first, and move backward.

I just had a conversation with my daughter about Japan. I asked her what the islands were called, and how far away the nuclear blasts were from where she will be visiting. I also asked if her fellow Japanese students all were able to reach their families.

a) She didn't know Japan HAD names for their Islands, let alone what they call the Island where she will be (may be) staying in June.
b) She KIND of knew how many reactors had exploded, but didn't really know which one(s) or where.
c) She showed no real interest or knowledge of her fellow Japanese students, or the status of their families or their hometowns.

I know this shouldn't surprise me much, as teenagers go, but it pisses me off. And it pisses me off because when we sit down and I ask her these questions and she doesn't know the answer, she acts pissed off at me! I finally told her, Look - you are getting ready to be on your own. In less than 2 years you are going to have to figure out how to navigate the world ON YOUR OWN. I told her, your most valuable asset, besides your teacher, the library, and me IS THE INTERNET.

The whole time we were having this "conversation" (I was talking, and she was being disrespectful and acting like she was in trouble, even though I gave her the chance to speak, and asked why she was acting so put out that I was having this conversation with her when she wasn't even in trouble. no answer for a very long time, and then just "I don't know" . SO - my answer was - great! If you can't show me more interest in the country for which you have spent the past four years of your life learning how to speak their language, I WILL change your curriculum to include Asian History - which you so eloquently expressed you didn't want to take because it's a "Waldron Class". Guess what? If you aren't going to ask the right questions to learn what you need to learn in life, I am going to direct you to take the classes that make you ask the questions.

And, as the "mean mom" I will go further, and restrict your access to things that are consuming your energy and preventing your survival mechanism from kicking in. Mine kicked in because my parents were so dysfunctional that I had to learn how to be an adult before I was supposed to. I'm starting to think that's not a bad idea. I'm not making your decisions for you. I'm not planning your life. I am making suggestions, I am reminding you of deadlines, I am asking pertinent questions that make you think about what is getting ready to happen in the next year and a half, and if I piss you off while I'm making you think about it, too fucking bad. WAKE UP!

I am starting to see why there are generational differences between generations. "Enlightened" parents raise complacent children. "Close-minded" parents raise enlightened children - go figure.

I'll stop here because I'm just  venting, but I'm not going to give up just because she acts put out that I'm asking her questions that she should know after 3 years of Japanese that I KNOW the answers to.

I'm so pissed. I'm pissed that she acts like she's in trouble becuse I'm explaining what makes a creative smart person (asking questions, and finding the answer). I'm pissed that when I aske her why she is acting like she is pissed off, she can't even answer me - she doesn't know!

ARGH! I am blessed that I haven't had to deal with the teenage rebellion thing - but no one warned me about the Teenage Passivist. (I don't even know if I spelled that right.)

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Flake

I was really looking forward to this birthday party.
I was invited. I was invited by a phone call - someone took extra time to call me and invite me, and I was excited to go and I said yes. I put it on my calendar, when asked I told other people "i have plans Saturday night" and was happy that I had plans.

But here I am, 10:20 on Saturday night, and I couldn't do it.
I couldn't go.

The link connected with the title of this blog really sums it up, but the synchronictiy is there too - i.e. the question was asked by "Kimberly", the first comment was made by "Kim", and one of the early responses was from "Jon R." (In my world that would have been Jon Ross/John Ross/ JR/ I'd go on, but he died so it doesn't matter). Of the responses I read, "Jon R." said it best (mostly) even though our JR is gone forever:

November 13, 2009 at 10:04 am Jon R.(4)

Valid strategy or maladaptive behavior? I think that without question it’s maladaptive. Why? Because it makes me feel worse, not better. (And yes, I share every one of the behaviors Sarah listed.)By coincidence, I was discussing just this behavior with my physician yesterday. I feel better today — have been in a severe depressive episode for several days now —  - Maladaptive, yes; also perfectly understandable. The question I’ve been asking myself during this latest period of mental darkness and confusion and near-despair is, why should I have to feel guilty about doing this? Yes, I know many things I “should” be doing instead. But I would like to ask anybody who proposes a “should” to me to step inside my body and my psyche for even an hour and then see what proposals come to mind. If you haven’t been to this place, there is no way to convey what it’s like. On my good days, I feel like I imagine most people feel on a “fairly” good day. And even that brief reprieve scares me because very often it’s hypomania and I know from long experience what’s about to happen next.

Back on topic: I didn't go to the party. I could have made it by now. Today, I spent the day replacing my entry door(s). My old friend picked me up, took me to Lowes and Home Depot, and we picked up new doors, the hardware for the doors, and other stuff. We brought it all back to the house, and started replacing the front door. It took WAY longer than we thought it would - parts of the door frame had to be chiseled away, shims had to be put in places to make it "plumb", a lot of work went in to making the door free from breezes, light, burglers, etc. and it took a long time. When the time of the party started, and overlapped with fixing the door, I was relieved. I was relieved that I had a reason to not go out of the house and be around people. I didn't have to shower now, or find something to fit my fat body that still makes me feel pretty - I'm free for the night. But, we stopped with the front door. The first part of construction on the door was finished by 8pm. We saved the screen door and insulation for tomorrow. By all rights, I could have showered, gone to the bank, and still been at the party by now. But I can't do it. I kept trying - I kept trying to move myself to that point of wanting to get up and go out and be around people but I can't. And I was really looking forward to tonight.

How do I stop sabatoging myself? How do I get back to ME? How do I get excited about going out at the TIME I'm supposed to go out? Right now, it feels like torture. Being around a lot of happy, pretty, people feels like torture. When I'm around them...I feel - less than. I feel unworthy. I feel like a reject or a failure to a degree. I'm still not back to my social self, I guess. And I'm afraid I'm hurting people's feelings by being so unavailable to most. But I can't do anything about it yet.

Yet is the magic word. I feel like I'm getting closer. A little at a time. And I think that the gradual work that is being done on my home (foundation, plumbing, doors, windows, cleaning/organizing/purging) is part of my process. It feels like it. My front door - it still needs to be finished out, but it is hung, it has a doorknob, lock, safety window - and it is "plumb" and no breezes can get through and it feels...right. The whole thing isn't even finished - we still have the trim and the screen door to install (and the back door, but I'm sure that represents an entirely different part of my psyche).

And yesterday, my house was cleaned and there is a "wall" of perfectly folded clothing along the edge of the bed - between my bedroom door and where I sleep. It felt so good to go to bed last night with that "barrier" between me and the bedroom door. I felt safe, and comforted.

Now that I sit here looking at my front door and think about my clean house, the parts of me that were shaken up when my foundation was lifted/repaired last weekend, feel settled. And I want to relish that feeling because I don't feel it often.

To be more specific (if you are still reading, you are too patient LOL) the front door is what did it. Now I feel better about who can enter. Right now is the first time in I can't even tell anyone for how long that I don't feel like ... extracting justice ... from the two people who have haunted me for the past three to four months. Right now is the first time that I can think about it (them) and not feel like sending another e-mail, reminding them of how they hurt me, trying to make them feel guilty enough to explain whatever it is to me that I thought needed to be explained.

I think that the explination is either obvious, or it is inexplicable. I feel settled, that I couldn't have done anything different to change the course of actions. It wasn't me. It really wasn't. So maybe...once my doors and windows are intact...the trim is replaced...the locks are secure...the breeze can blow in my home without leaving any doors/windows unlocked - I'm getting there. "we" (all of me) are getting there.

I just wish I could get past this antisocial stage. I wish my brain had power over my will. I wish everything was more logical.

But for today, I flaked. I flaked on a party I wanted to go to. I let people down and disappointed people who were looking forward to seeing me. I don't feel good about it - as they are concerned. But at this very moment I do feel better here in my home than out with a bunch of people who need and want the life and energy that is "being social."

I don't have any extra right now. I just can't do it. I can't give it, let alone take it. I don't want to pretend, which is what I have been doing. I'm happier here, right now. But I know that my goal is to be able to go out and BE. Out. I want to be able to integrate and give and take, and be the old me - I'll find it, I know.

After today, though, after the little piece of firming up the infrastructure, I feel better. Pretty soon, I'll be out. I'll feel good. I'll be me again. I hope by then, all my friends haven't given up on me.

Friday, February 18, 2011

water

the waves, as cliche as it sounds (which is also cliche), are getting stronger, deeper, and they carry purpose.
like those ripples in front of the Royal Viking Sun (or the Titanic) they are parting for it, signal for approach
I am anxious
I'm not sure what this go-around will be like
It feels significant
I don't remember considering the approach of the fish as much as I have considered the fish

I guess that means that this time I have to hear, swim with, sing with, use my prettiest fins to splash the water just so it looks purple, or hot pink, or green.

Time to talk to Water about this next part of the stuff I have to do
That last part was as much fun as it wasn't, actually more so
I think this time I would like to negotiate first



Friday, January 28, 2011

QUOTES

I need somewhere to put quotes I hear and like. I just read this one today:

"Man must cease attributing his problems to his environment and learn again to exercise his will -- his personal responsibility." - Albert Schweitzer




Thursday, January 27, 2011

New Happy Day

I have recovered from yesterday's rant, and I let all that hate stuff go today. Once I managed to get out of bed this morning, all was well so I continue to share my thoughts I started the other day - before the hate-monster took over.

I am happy to announce that the rock that has been residing at my Solar Plexus did not show up for work today! I feel good...mostly...and I even feel a little happy.

I have the most amazing friends. (I'm talking about my real friends) They have given me affirmation after affirmation and prayer after prayer and energy and light and a hand up whenever I have needed it. I love all of you and I want you to know how eternally grateful I am.

And Ben, thanks for reminding me who had my smile. It's nice to have it back.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

MAY I PLEASE JUST CATCH A BREAK, HERE???

Disclaimer: This is a rant. This is only a rant. If this were a real plea for a break it would require me relinquishing all of the positive things I have learned in my life, so please don't tell them to me because I already know.

I AM REALLY TIRED OF BAD NEWS. It's like I can't catch a break. I have a "New Bad News of the Month" club now, or something. I'M PISSED! I hate liars, I hate insurance companies, I hate mean people, I hate dishonest people, I hate people who have their mind so made up they won't listen to anything that doesn't fit their little tiny box of opinion and understanding, I hate hospital accounting offices, I hate "we can't do that because we don't do that, no matter what the circumstances", I hate the word "no", I hate cheaters, I hate Sarah Palin, I hate the Tea Party, and I hate that I am currently hating so many things!!

There. I said it.

That is all. I am finished ranting.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Spirited Away

I thought I'd post a bunch of stuff that is in my head so that maybe I can move on to filling it with other stuff.

First, the song. It's stuck in my head. I love the sound of her voice and the way it just flows...and the movie is my favorite. 

For that matter...I'm spirited away. My head is somewhere, my heart is somewhere else off on its own, my body is here at work in my work chair accomplishing little, and my spirit...it is just away right now. I can almost reach it, I can almost gather them all back together...but i just miss them. 

I saw this quote today that I liked: "I do not have what I own, nor do I have what I do. I only have what I am." - D. Trinidad Hunt It makes quite a bit of sense to me. I would even add "I own what I do" and it would end the same way.

Well...I'm out of time, so you just got a small glimpse into the scattered energy that is me today. Scattered or not...it has been a good day. I was able to tame one errant thought...laugh at another...and act on yet another. The rest are still errant however, so wish me luck!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

In the rabbit hole

I am in the rabbit hole.
I’m falling, I’m not afraid – I see the piano, the harmonica, the paint and canvas, the lights, the rabbit
My fall is slow and I control the direction – I even wonder if I’m falling or not
I pick up the paint, and onto the canvas I depict my recent…well…stuff
It is beautiful, and scary, and it grows larger as I fall…I still see light as I look up to see how large it has become
I look down, and see light
I wonder how anyone can see light while they are falling – isn’t that reserved for those who are risen?
I’m not in the World, though.
I am in the rabbit hole.

Friday, January 7, 2011

New Day. Again.

I seem to have already forgotten my theme song for the year. I let a couple things throw me off track, and this year is only one week old. SO...I'm going to try this again.

Big sigh from my soul
Look at the sun and thank God
At least I'm not them

Love,

Kimmy :)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

What I'll never be able to say (or if I do, it won't be read/heard)

Dear Andy,

After three years of care, love, and support you have proven yourself a coward in the end. I don't do cowards. And, in response to your "I just want to focus on my career" I call bullshit. First clue: weekly hunting trips with the guys ever since you told me that. Second clue: Lying to me, telling me you will call me and then not calling...every way you have behaved since September. Third clue: dating my friend who happens to be the wife of your dead ex-best friend - less than 3 months after his death. How you went from 20 kisses goodbye one morning to "I just want to be friends" a week later will always be a mystery to me (mainly because you never had the balls to tell me). Another mystery: why you have completely ceased any communication with me regardless of the fact that in the end, YOU were the one who fucked up. And your lack of communication speaks volumes, coward.

That is all, have a good life - oh - and good luck with dating someone who is rebounding from losing her soul-mate.

Me.
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Dear Claudia,

While I grieve with you and I am intensely sad about the loss of my friend and your soul-mate Ronnie, I am even more hurt by the fact that you are dating my recent ex-best friend and lover of over three years. Even more hurtful is the fact that you and I spent an entire afternoon describing our similar pain to each other, and we understood that we were each grieving to an exponential extent. I was healing until your e-mail, describing how he asked you out and you "have taken that first step" with him. I respect the fact that you told me about it at all, after all I did ask you to tell me if he asked you out (I just didn't think you would tell him "yes" - I thought that was against the Girlfriends code of honor). So, while I was devastated yesterday - more so than I can ever put into words - today I am just sorry for both of you. I'm sorry that you are unable to be without a man for more than 3 months, so much so that you are willing to ditch our friendship so you can date my cowardly ex-boyfriend - the same man whose character you trashed to the entire town not too long ago. Good luck with that - I should remind you that he is a coward and dishonest if honesty means confrontation. But hey, this isn't my problem anymore and you effectively helped me remove myself from that whole "Okemah" scene. My life starts anew, with no strings, no longings - only a hole that is ragged around the edges, but is healing like anything else in my body that has been pierced but not filled.

Good luck with that whole Karma thing,

Me.
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Dear God,

Thank you for saving me from a whirlpool of pain and confusion. Thank you for giving me the clarity I prayed for (even if it was 30 minutes after I prayed for it - totally not prepared for the truth). Yesterday, I felt like the world had betrayed me. Today I feel like I have been set free. I know that once the pain subsides, that there are endless opportunities ahead of me. Opportunities that don't necessarily include a freaking man. I realize you created men and women to be together, but the more I learn, the more I question that whole goal of yours. Perhaps a stronger need to be loyal and in love with his woman would have been a nice "add" to the whole "man" model. Fine, Eve was weak. But seriously? Do you really have to punish us even now?

If I don't need a man, can you take that desire from me please? Because, I am 41 years old, and I have yet to find the man who can handle my independence and devotion at the same time. In spite of that, I have not become bitter, I have not closed my heart to any new possibilities, I keep my eye on that open door when the other one has closed. Yet...at this point it is almost a bad joke. I don't know what I did in my past or current life to deserve the amount of pain I have experienced through the serious relationships in my life, but I'm starting to feel like I might be paid up now. Really, trust me on this. I have had faith in you my entire life, and I continue to have faith that you have someone really special being prepared for me. But I also have faith that if you don't, you will REMOVE my desire for such a man. Please.

I love you most,

Kimberly