Saturday, December 30, 2006
I put myself down all the time. Sometimes without thinking about it. I have an orchestra of insults that I use to describe myself, and I downplay my talents and strengths. I don't know why I do this nor how to stop it. I can stop saying them out loud I suppose, but what to quiet the thoughts I have?
I bought a book recently that is supposed to help me work out some of my issues.
Monday, December 25, 2006
As soon as I get my house dress on and open the door, the boys shoot down the hall to the living room. I sit on the couch and watch as they decide which gift to open. I was nervous that they would not like their gifts.
Several gifts later, I watch them gravitate to the gifts they like most. Funny enough, they play with all of them. They have the puppets on their fingers as they play with the cars their Dad bought them, and they wanted me to set up the puppet theater so they could see it. They loved their movies. Micael had wanted the animated "Star Wars: Clone Wars" and Eleazar had wanted the "Shark Boy and Lava Girl."
We watched the Star Wars cartoon first. All the while, they are looking around at their presents. (They even put on the new jeans their Dad bought them.)
As I write this post, it has been 4 hours since they opened their gifts, and they are still happily playing. I feel content and happy that they got a Christmas they will remember and be happy about.
Monday, December 18, 2006
[In an interesting side-note, I am so congested that when I blew my nose, air popped out of the side of my eye and fogged the inside of my glasses. That has happened twice now. Yes, gross, I know.]
This brought to mind a nice memory. I used to have huge tonsils that would act up several times a year. I would get so very sick with throat pain and fever. Yes, this memory is a nice one. Bear with me. I had been dating my ex-husband for a couple of months and we still had not kissed. Remember, I was only 13 at the time. Well, he had never seen me get sick with tonsillitis before. I was in the daybed that was in our living room, and he was looking down at me, putting a wet cloth on my forehead. Then he leans down and kisses me. Mind you, I was miserable and could not breathe with my mouth, but it was still a wonderful experience. My first kiss was stolen when I was too sick to resist it.
I got mad afterward. I wanted my first kiss to be romantic or at least when I was more conscious. But it was a touching moment nonetheless.
Monday, November 27, 2006
A chatter I respect for his intelligence and seemingly kind disposition was spewing hate towards homosexual people. As a former military man, he was voicing his opinion on whether gay men should be allowed in the armed forces. He was adament that they should not be allowed in the military because a relationship between two men in the same group could reduce the combat readiness of this group should emotional issues distract. He said the same thing about women in the military.
I noticed that he had a blog on his chat profile so I went to read some of it. When I started reading it, I was startled by the vehemence with which he discusses homosexual people. The first post I read was about the use of derrogatory terms in reference to gay men and women. The gist of his argument is that because homosexuality is a sin, then it is not wrong to use derrogatory terms to refer to the "sinners." That they deserved to be called the ugly words because what they were doing was wrong. In another post, he went as far as to state that he was a contributing financially to an organization whose sole purpose is to stop homosexual people from obtaining equal rights in regards to marriage.
In the chat room, another chatter who obviously did not agree with this man was asking him what reason he had to believe that homosexuality was wrong. The answer was that the Bible, and thus ultimately God, said that homosexuality is wrong and immoral. The other chatter then asked if the Bible never mentioned a thing about homosexuality, then what reasons would there be to dislike or condemn homosexuality. The man said there were no other reasons he could readily state but that arguments could be made about the propogation of the spieces. He then said that moral and religious reasons were enough for him to believe homosexuality was wrong.
How could a seemingly intelligent person believe and think this way? Religion has long been abused by people to further their agendas and prejudice. One cannot say "God told me so," or "the Bible says so" to justify their actions. There has to be a true and legitimate factual reason for something to be wrong. Murder is wrong because it infringes on a person's right to exist. Physical and sexual abuse is wrong because it hurts and damages another person and thus hinders their right to exist peacefully. Homosexuality does not hurt anyone. There are all kinds of people who just happen to be homosexual. Just like there are heterosexual promiscuous people, there are promiscuous homosexual people. Just like there are heterosexual couples that love each other and are monagomous, there are homosexual people that love each other and are monagomous.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I had an eventful and tiring day. Totally blushed out a few times at work. [this means that I was embarrased to the point where my cheeks became flushed and red -- oddly enough, I actually felt one of them creeping up my face today]
I am the consummate people pleaser. If I created something new or pretty, I want to show someone.
As Lisa Simpson once said, "Grade me! Look at me...evaluate and rank me! Oh, I'm good, good, good, and oh so smart! Grade me!"
That's how I feel sometimes. I don't do it to be pretentious or make other people look bad. I love being the best at something [everything]. I know that I should not be like that because when I do fail, I take it personally. Then I try even harder till I am stressed and sad. Maybe that is why I stayed in my relationship so long with my ex-husband. I kept trying and trying even when it was killing me inside.
All the while, sometimes I just long for someone to hold me and caress me. My girlfriend *N* used to come up to me at work and play with my hair. If I were a cat, I would have purred. I need stuff like that, and it's not happening. Even my kids don't want to cuddle much. They are so boyish. They would rather be Ninja Turtles and kick at each other *sigh*
But aside from all THAT, I feel rested and wonderful for the most part. My throat still has a resident by the name of Bert the Frog. He doesn't leave. I will have to get some Vick's Throat Spray or something.
All in all, a very boring post.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I felt like, okay, here is a now a divorced single mother, with a horrible lawn, a fence that I can't afford to clean the graffiti off of, and now trash. My neighbors must hate me. So I frantically grabbed two trash bags and picked up everything off the grass. Sprayed down the drive way. Looking miserable I am sure.
As I was standing there, feeling the eyes of my unseen neighbors and home bodies, I felt the irony of my situation. What is my life but a lawn strewn with trash. Crab grass and weeds choking out the beauty and substance. This sentiment is not fair to the wonderful people I have in my life, but that is what was going through my head.
Friday, November 10, 2006
I know she loves me in her own way, and I know it would hurt her to read this if she could. But the truth is the truth, she was not a good mother.
I guess that is why I take such pains in making sure my children get the mother they deserve. I have not really discussed my children online. This may be construed many ways, but for me it is because I love them. They have a right to their privacy and their thoughts and hopes and dreams. It is only up to me to nurture those aspirations inside them. To be their confidante.
They are the most beautiful beings that have ever touched my life. They make me smile, make me dream, and make me want to give them the best life possible. They make me proud to be a human and to have compassion and empathy. They make me want to get my degree. My sons are truly my inspiration. They have a complete and total love that I have never received from anyone. As such, they are the recipients of the best parts of me. I will never be too tired or too upset to play with them. In my more selfish moments, I wish I could freeze time and make sure they never grow up. I quickly dismiss that idea because I see how much they learn and absorb new ideas. I want to see that. I want to be the one that helps them grapple with life's problems.
I know one day they will grow up and leave, but until that proud and sad day, I will be their rock. I might not ever show them my writings and musing, because to them, I am the strongest person in the world. To my sons, I know everything and I can answer all their questions. I never want them to see the weak, confused and hurt woman that I feel I am.
Today's conundrum: "Mama, I thought we eat animals that died already. How can so many animals die to give us food? *his eyes widened* Do the farmers kill the animals, Mama?"
Today also marks an important event for me. I was talking with someone very wonderful. But I guess I am not ready to take things further with anyone right now. Unlike Vanessa the mother, Vanessa the woman is not ready to take on life's challenges.
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Then I get home and there are dishes, and kids clothing, and lawn maintenance, and broken things, and light bulbs, and guinea pig cleaning, and and and. ... I just don't know how I can handle it all right now. It helps that I really like the people I work with, my children are the most awesome little humans on the planet, and my butt still manages to get everything done. I fear that one day I won't be able to keep up with all the demands placed on me.
I guess my online life thus far has helped me deal. I have an escape that is readily accessible. I just go for a ride in a chat room or talk with a friend, and now, sing in karaoke.
My fears are just below the surface though.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Sunday, November 5, 2006
Wrote this while I was in computer science classes. My mind was overloaded from reading lines of C++ and little to no sleep.
Exfoliate the plains of my mind
Sweat out the impurities
Scrape off the Immaturities
Like a layer of
dead skin on the flesh.
Peel away the glossy veneer
Sear back the rictus
Open up my data bases
Repair the traces of
my deviated superego
This is a little midnight rhapsodizing. Put to music does not sound so bad, but in a poem, not so good. My first attempt at poetry in a long while: *cringe*
I've been mired in the madness of my misery
Stuck inside the turmoil that I called my sanity
But then I told you my secrets
And you told me yours
Our skeletons took their hands
And danced across the floor
I've been searching for the answers to questions I don't know
Looking for the clues to the soul I thought I'd lost
But then you held me beside you
And made me dream again
A welcome blush and fervent kiss
To last until the end
Saturday, November 4, 2006
My clearest memory of feeling this way was when I was a passenger in my mother's car on the freeway. One never needed the freeway in my home town, so when we used it, it was an event. I can remember peering outside the windows at the people in the other cars. I wondered if they were on vacation or just driving home from some other city. What I wanted most was for a passenger in the other car to look at me and wonder about me too. A connection. Chat is the ultimate freeway. Not only can I see people coasting along, I can jump into their cars and take a ride with them.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
I will never learn how to read people.
I was working with a mortgage lender and they promised me a lot of things. I got the documentation to prove it. So, on the day of signing (after I had spent the money that would have normally been used for the mortgage), it turns out that everything was different. From the fee amounts, to the cash-out, and to the length of the loan. EVERYTHING. Unless someone can miraculously pop out of my crappy life and give me money, I saw no other option but to sign the loan documents.
Of course, in a few months I can also refinance, but just getting duped again and being played for a fool was humiliating. The notary they sent to my house stared wide-eyed at the big discrepancy between the numbers I was given (which I showed her), and the numbers on the loan.
So, again, Vanessa + Stupidty
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
It's not like it was a secret at work anyway. There are people there who would empathize. But it was not their place to ride this roller-coaster ride with me (more like ship in a tempest).
Back to the happiness -I've been giddy and happy, flirtacious and generally cool with things. Nothing seems to daunting at the moment.
The only thing that brings me down is not having someone to truly share it with. I would not want to share it with my ex for anything in the world. But I know laying next to someone, laying on my side and looking at them while I talk, maybe hugging, would truly be nice.
<=== does the guinea pig hop-skippity dance anyway ===>
I have to post my guinea pigs hopping someday.