tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61366254815323396282024-03-05T21:12:44.247-05:00Washing Salt from My WoundsA private place to bare my soul and release my demons...Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-50472791065853231912010-10-16T00:49:00.000-04:002010-10-16T00:49:41.042-04:00Saturday 9: Spooky<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TMBkh3o0dwKsEpTlU_-b0h5rO0nixWlKor45ocQzs4MwFelLgEaxtvgvKZXOBvFyb_bzEdGElrrSWXS16BK99zJz-66mkV0fcWUdZOj5C1MIUtCFV6lCMPJq76Cf5Ci_2ITHGc4JrPo/s1600/kids-pink-poodle-skirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TMBkh3o0dwKsEpTlU_-b0h5rO0nixWlKor45ocQzs4MwFelLgEaxtvgvKZXOBvFyb_bzEdGElrrSWXS16BK99zJz-66mkV0fcWUdZOj5C1MIUtCFV6lCMPJq76Cf5Ci_2ITHGc4JrPo/s200/kids-pink-poodle-skirt.jpg" width="121" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323232; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/" style="color: #cb0098; text-decoration: none;"><strong>Saturday 9: Spooky</strong></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323232; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323232; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>1. Does anything about Halloween “spook” you?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> Clowns. Of course clowns spook me out on a normal day too, so I'm not sure if that counts or not.</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>2. What is the favorite costume you have ever worn for Halloween?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> The 1950's Poodle skirt outfit my mom made for me when I was about 10 or 12 years-old. She made the pink skirt with the black poodle for me. I had the shirt with the "bobby socks" and saddle shoes. We pulled my hair up into a pony tail (nothing all that new for me then or now to be honest with you) and I was a very convincing 1950's girl.</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>3. What is your favorite thing about Halloween?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> Candy</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>4. What one topic is (or was) the most painful to discuss with your parents? Why?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> Every topic that has never been broached with them - such as every time I was abused, misused or assaulted. Of which they don't know about most of them, either because I didn't tell them or because they ignored the signs because it was easier for them.</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>5. What was the happiest day of your life? Do you think you'll ever top it?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> I don't know that I've had one happiest day of my life. I've had many happy days but none that stand out or jump out as "this was the happiest day of my life".</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>6. What animal would you like to be able to communicate with?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> All of them.</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>7. In what way do you come nearest to perfection (as you define it)?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> I will never come close to perfection as I define it. I am a perfectionist and I have OCD pretty severe. Perfection is not in the cards for me. It simply is not anything close to attainable.</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>8. Do you have any recurring nightmares?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> I have more recurring nightmares than I can count. Some are based on fact. Some simply have terrifying people from my past in them. Either way, they all revolve around my PTSD and cause me to wake in a cold sweat with a migraine.</i></span></span></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><u>9. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be and why?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i> I would make my mother more involved. My father less afraid of me and what others would think of me being a daddy's girl, since again mom was self-absorbed and neglectful, once I hit puberty. I would get them both to leave the cult year before my little brother ever came along because it effected me too. I would make them both more perceptive and less concerned with what people would think if they took me to a child psychologist. I would make them believe me when I went to them about the abuse and molestation. And those are just for a start...</i></span></span></u></b></span></span>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-18970433547188300112010-10-15T23:10:00.000-04:002010-10-15T23:10:36.656-04:00Disaster<br />
I am an emotional disaster lately. I don't think I've ever been this full of rage and angry at the world. It's almost painful. Everything is painful. My dreams are an odd respite from life, even though they are about pregnancy. First, I dreamed of pregnant animals, cats and dogs, and kittens. Now I'm dreaming of being pregnant myself, which has been a physical impossibility since I had a tubal in March 2010. The tubal makes waking from these dreams that much more painful. I'm asleep just long enough to find out I'm pregnant, in whatever bizarre context I happen to be dreaming of at the moment. Just long enough to get excited about the new life growing and changing within me.<br />
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Then I wake up.<br />
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Waking up is devastating. Crushing. I am <b><i>not</i></b> pregnant. My womb is empty. My heart is wounded, again. <br />
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So, what little sleep I've managed to get, is useless because in waking I feel as if I've never slept. Which just leads itself in making my already unstable and slightly disasterous emotional state just that much more so. <br />
Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-29228321197361350212010-09-26T22:19:00.001-04:002010-09-26T22:19:26.196-04:00Emotional roller coasterI have been so very angry and full of rage at the entire world lately. For no reason and every reason all at once. <br/> <br/> My hormones are screwed up all to Hell and back. I've got PMS for two-and-a-half weeks before every period. Then my periods are anywhere between two and ten days long, which gives me a week (if I'm lucky) before it starts all over again. For that reason alone, it takes very little to set me off (way or another - angry, sobbing etc) these days. <br/> <br/> Then you add to that, as if it weren't enough, the migraines, which leave my head throbbing and my nerves raw. The PTSD nightmares, which either rob me or interrupt what precious little sleep I manage to get. Or the fibromyalgia flares. Then when you add the stress, forget about it. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.0</div>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-38264756665020439492010-09-09T00:00:00.000-04:002010-09-09T00:00:41.712-04:00Wishcasting Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week's <a href="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/">Wishcasting Wednesday</a> question is: What do you wish for less of?<br />
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Jamie always seems to pick wishcasting questions that are perfectly in synch with my life!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wish for <u><i><b>less drama</b></i></u><i><u><b>!</b></u></i></span></div>
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My drama. My parents' drama. My family's drama. Alex's drama. His family's drama. Drama from the boys. My life is positively oozing drama at the moment and nothing would make me happier than for it to ease up or go away altogether. My migraines, Fibromyalgia, arthritis and whatnot are made <i>so much worse</i> by drama.<br />
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So please, wish that I have <i style="color: purple;"><u><b>less drama in my life!</b></u></i><br />
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<br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-41505289244625859202010-09-07T15:02:00.001-04:002010-09-08T09:10:34.893-04:00♥swoon♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">This, my dear friends and followers, is </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">★★★Mr. Andrew Lee Potts!★★★ </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">You may know him from the SyFy mini-series <i>Alice</i> this past 2009 Christmas Season. He's played in a whole slew of other movies, television shows and mini-series; although admittedly most of them were for British viewing. Anywho, I just find him absolutely adorable and yummy, especially in the final scene from <i>Alice</i>. I would post the clip but for those of you who haven't seen it yet, well, I don't want to ruin it for you.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alice & Hatter <i>almost</i> kiss!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But he's just...oh, so yummy in that scene! He reminds me of that feeling when you first fall in love with someone. You know the one I'm talking about, where your stomach drops into your feet while your heart jumps into your throat. You aren't quite sure if you want to giggle or vomit. And all is right with the world because seriously, how could anything be wrong with this "warm, fuzzy feeling"? ♥swoon♥ </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ah, j'adore!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, fiddlesticks! I want to show the final scene. If you want to see the mini-series in its entirety, don't watch. If you have never before had the pleasure of watching Andrew Lee Potts works before, by all means, please watch. Just try not to drool too much now. ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now...why don't we take a look at that scene? =)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, so there were a few technical difficulties in showing <i>just the clip</i> of Alice and Hatter kissing at the end of <i>Alice.</i> I could find it <b>all over the stinking place</b> on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/">YouTube</a> but because the posters had posted it in it's entirety without any editing at all they had to disable embedding and sharing because of copyright infringement laws. <i><b>So</b></i>, what I have decided to do instead is show you the scene along with some other scenes from the movie that have been artistically arranged in a sort of music video/montage. Just think of it this way, it's that much more of Andrew Lee Potts for your viewing pleasure. =)</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrew Lee Potts as Hatter in <i>Alice</i>.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Again I say...</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">♥swoon♥!</span></span><br />
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Should you join me in my adoration of Andrew Lee Potts, here are some web sites you might enjoy. Lord knows I do. =)<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0498517/">Andrew Lee Potts on IMDB</a> Check out this page if you want to see his entire resume - including films, television shows, mini-series, directoral debuts, etc.<br />
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<a href="http://andrewleepotts.net/">Adoring Andrew Lee Potts</a> I don't know much about this page except for the fact that it is dedicated to all things Andrew Lee Potts. It has pictures, icons for messenger programs, movie clips, etc.<br />
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I hope you enjoyed this little break from our regularly scheduled blogging.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Foods which disgust the crap out of me:</span></em></strong> Oysters<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">TV show I loathe:</span></em></strong> Little Bear, Max & Ruby<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Movie I loathe:</span></em></strong> Planet of the Apes (old version or newer version - any version)<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Music genres I loathe:</span></em></strong> Hard, heavy rock excluding Metallica<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Magazine which annoys me:</span></em></strong> GQ<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Makes me cranky at restaurant: </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Makes me cranky in public:</span></em></strong> People who feel they have the right to discipline perfect strangers' children. The nerve!<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Makes me cranky in general:</span></em></strong> Ignorance and liars<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Pisses me off at home:</span></em></strong> Endless housework<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Pisses me off at work:</span></em></strong> Writer's block<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Pisses me off in general:</span></em></strong> Manipulation<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Makes me impatient at home:</span></em></strong> My limitations<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Makes me impatient at work:</span></em></strong> My limitations <em>(ah the joys of working from home)</em><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Makes me impatient in public:</span></em></strong> Rude people<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Celebrity I hate:</span></em></strong> Mark Wahlberg <em>(ick ick super ick ew!)</em><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Music artist I hate:</span></em></strong> Hard, heavy rock excluding Metallica<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">I could care less about:</span></em></strong> I <strong><em><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">could care less</span></u></em></strong> about a lot of things because I care about a lot of things and people. Now I <strong><em><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">could<span style="color: #cc0000;">N'T</span> care less</span></u></em></strong> about my neighbor's feelings when they lose their Section 8 Housing Assistance for threatening Cookie Monster, assaulting Pruny etc.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><strong><em>Annoys the crap out of me weekdays: </em></strong></span><span style="color: black;">Mega meltdown mornings with Oatmeal Raisin.</span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Annoys the crap out of me weekends:</span></em></strong> Feeling lost and overwhelmed without anyone to turn to even though they offer to help when we don't need it.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Blogger's habit that annoys you:</span></em></strong> Attacking another blogger via comments without leaving a name, email address, website etc. It's spineless and disgusting.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Feature on your blog you hate:</span></em></strong> Just that I can't seem to get it setup and looking the way I want it. It doesn't <strong><em><u><span style="color: purple;">feel</span></u></em></strong> right to me yet.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Movie star you despise:</span></em></strong> Mark Wahlberg (ick ick super ick ew!)<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Politician that you hate:</span></em></strong> If there were still a CIA etc I would worry about them coming to get me. Since there isn't, I'm not worried about saying this...I can't stand President Obama. There is just something about him that drives me nuts. Of course, his policies - new, old, possibly - don't help endear him to my heart any either.<br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-61804887196773126532010-01-24T00:28:00.000-05:002010-01-24T00:28:43.185-05:00Six Word Saturday #5<div align="center">
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<span style="color: black;">I am simply beside myself. Absolutely devastated. I need something I can fight, yet there isn't anything available. I'm falling apart. The only thing I can think to do in an effort to help him is to learn American Sign Language. So I am throwing myself head first into learning that. I forsee many tests and doctors appointments. So I am also throwing myself head first into creating health logs for both Emmett John and Gavin. It's something I can do with my hands. Something I can create. Something with a purpose. Something besides waiting. And worrying. And completely freaking-out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">1. What celebrity in a fantasy would you like to be alone with?</span></em></strong> Vincent D'Onfrio *yum* Christopher Meloni *double yum* (Notice a pattern <a href="http://markedandbroken.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-stealing-2-obsessions.html">here</a>?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">6. Do you believe in destiny?</span></em></strong> It changes from day to day. Some days I believe in the clandestine "destiny is preordained and can't be changed too much" theory. Other days I believe in the "we make our own destiny" theory.</span><br /></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">I don't care how much pain it might cause, how big an inconvience it may be for me to help someone else...I will do it.</span></em></strong> I help others at a sacrifice of self - always. It's the way I've always been.</span></li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">I don't care what the sacrifice is that I have to give for my children, I will give it.</span></em></strong> The come before me - always.</span></li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">I don't care what the reaction of my "neighbors" will be once they lose their Section 8 housing assistance for assaulting Pruny, threatening the life of Cookie Monster and the little Cookies, and terrorizing the neighborhood.</span></em></strong> They have egged houses, assaulted neighbors, slandered neighbors. <em>(Did you know that Cookie Monster is a pedofile and I am horribly abusive to my babies!? He isn't but according to Beep-Beep {That's what Pruny and I call her because she used to turn tricks out of the house and her John's would "beep-beep" when they arrived.} he is. But that's all another post.)</em> They <span style="color: purple;"><strong><em>need</em></strong></span><span style="color: purple;"> </span><span style="color: black;">to go and I don't care that it will hurt when they do.</span></span></li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Courier New;"><strong><em>I don't care that NTD had to give up custody of Oatmeal Raisin. I don't care that the Cow (NTD's mother) will never see, play head games with or abuse my little boy again. I don't care that they miss his Karate promotions, his report cards, and his Lego creations. I don't care that they hurt because I gave them <span style="color: purple;">6 years</span> to get their shit in gear to be a productive members of Oatmeal Raisin's life and they didn't want to be. So I don't care what they feel anymore because I tried.</em></strong></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">1. <strong><em><u><span style="color: purple;">I</span></u></em></strong> have a chance to <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>recover, if only you take the opportunities presented to you</u></span></em></strong>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">2. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>Inner growth starts</u></span></em></strong> right now! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">3. There is a <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>very real chance that I may snap from the stress but I'm not sure</u></span></em></strong>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">4. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>Put off what should be done now</u></span></em></strong> and pay later. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">5. It's time to <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>face reality</u></span></em></strong>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">6. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>Too bad reality is</u></span></em></strong> up in the air but <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>I'm still being forced to live in it</u></span></em></strong>. <strong><em><u><span style="color: purple;">I declare "Shenanigans!"</span></u></em></strong> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>trying to recover from this week</u></span></em></strong>, tomorrow my plans include <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>therapy and grocery shopping</u></span></em></strong> and Sunday, I want to <strong><em><span style="color: purple;"><u>blog and catch up on blog-hopping that is long overdue</u></span></em></strong>! </span><br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-50961873905474384722010-01-17T00:00:00.000-05:002010-01-17T20:57:43.594-05:00Sunday Stealing #3: The Trivia About Me Meme<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">A small thing that people let slide but that actually has dire consequences?</span></em></strong> Honestly, the very first thing that came to mind upon reading this was <strong><em><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">drunk driving.</span></u></em></strong> Far too many treat drunk driving as if it is a "small thing" and they let it slide when in fact it does actually have dire consequences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Your most macho trait?</span></em></strong> I guess my most "macho" trait is the fact that I don't like to let bullshit slide and I tend to smack my nearest and dearest in the arms, chest and back when they are acting like jackasses while trying to getting away with bullshit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">The longest relationship you’ve ever had?</span></em></strong> My current relationship with Cookie Monster. We've been together nearly a decade and married 6 going on 7 years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Your most embarrassing thoughts?</span></em></strong> Running away and changing my name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Your most shameful moment?</span></em></strong> Not going to the Domestic Violence Shelter when I was living and married to NTD. I called them. They begged me to pack up Oatmeal Raisin and...move in, I guess. I declined. I didn't want <strong><em><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">them</span></u></em></strong> to know. I didn't want the people who specialize in helping victims of Domestic Violence to know what he and his family were doing to me. So I stayed. If I had gone, it may have changed the tone of the next decade (2000-2010) of my entire life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Jelly/Cream Cheese?</span></em></strong> Depends on what I'm eating Jelly is for either toast or bagels or english muffins but cream cheese is <strong><em><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">only for</span></u></em></strong> bagels, period.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">My greatest weakness is…</span></em></strong> my children, my husband, my friends/family & office supplies</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">I wish I was…</span></em></strong> healed, these open wounds are killing me slowly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Three things I wouldn’t do for a million dollars are…</span></em></strong> <strong><span style="color: #e06666;">1)</span></strong> give up my husband and children. <strong><span style="color: #e06666;">2)</span></strong> Remarry NTD. <strong><span style="color: #e06666;">3)</span></strong> Live through/"survive" more abuse of <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">any</span></em></strong> type.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">The oddest thing I’ve ever put in my mouth is…</span></em></strong> probably a penis. Seriously, is that what God intended us to do with it?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Loan you got was for?</span></em></strong> Student loan - gotta love 'em.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Paycheck was for how much?</span></em></strong> Oh, hell if I know. It was part time as a General Service Representative at <a href="http://fuddruckers.com/">Fuddruckers</a> (glorified name for a Table Busser) and I was 15 years old at the time so I can't imagine that I made very much. lol</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Time you had stitches?</span></em></strong> After giving birth to an 8lb 15oz "<a href="http://secure.medicalillustration.com/generateexhibit.php?ID=12896&ExhibitKeywordsRaw=Manipulative+Delivery+of+the+Posterior+Arm&TL=3937&A=">sunny-side-up</a>" 4 day overdue Oatmeal Raisin who ripped me open from one end to the other - 4th degree tears aren't all they're cracked up to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Time you went to the hospital for something?</span></em></strong> I was somewhere between newborn and 2 weeks old and running a fever of 103 - 104 degrees. That's all I know because I was living with my foster parents at the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">List everything you ate in the last 24 hours?</span></em></strong> Coke, SubWay, chips, chocolate, Hostess chocolate cupcakes, Hostess Zingers</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Last thing you used a credit card for?</span></em></strong> It's been years because we don't use credit cards for anything. Unless you count our debit/credit cards but those don't count in my book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">What was your job previous to the one you have now?</span></em></strong> I was an Administrative Assistant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Last thing you celebrated?</span></em></strong> New Years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Last time you were at a sports bar?</span></em></strong> Many, many moons ago.</span><br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-24759136629124721402010-01-16T15:50:00.002-05:002010-01-16T15:54:53.889-05:00Six Word Saturday #4<div align="center">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">2. Do you like the look and the contents of your blogs?</span></em></strong> My blog is okay. I can't seem to get it "just right". There's still something missing. I just wish I could figure out what it was.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">3. Have you ever thought what would happen to your blog in case you died?</span></em></strong> I can't say that I have. Although I will now. Thanks for that, Sam!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">4. Has any particular blogger had a great impact on how you set up and write your blog?</span></em></strong> Jennifer over at <a href="http://bpdokc.blogspot.com/">BPD in OKC</a> has had a great impact on the fact that I try to be as open and honest as possible. Many blogs have had an impact on the set up of my blog. Mainly because I "steal" things from blogs as I see them and try them out. If I like them, they stay. If I don't like them, I pitch 'em. As far as writing goes, I only know how to write like me. I tried to write a paper for a girl in high school once and make it sound more like her and less like me. I failed miserablly. She was busted and failed. The teacher later told me that she knew I had written it but couldn't prove it. She just knew my writing style well enough to know it was me. Oy. So I write what I know, me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">5. Would you want a fellow blogger to give you suggestions or criticism of what you write?</span></em></strong> Sure! Suggest. Critize. Whatever. The point of my blog is to release my demons but if I can help others while helping myself, great. And if someone else can help me become more effective in helping others through my writing etc, who am I to turn that help away? That would be foolish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">6. Is the number of visitors each day to your blog important to you?</span></em></strong> I'm not narcisstic by nature; however, the number of visitors I get each day is a nice little boost to my self esteem. I'm not going to lie, it's nice. So my life doesn't revolve around that number but it's nice to feel loved, ya know?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">7. What percentage of your readers do you think actual comment?</span></em></strong> Not very many. Which stinks because I love get readers and comments alike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">8. Do you have a favorite blogger who does the memes that you participate in?</span></em></strong> Jennifer over at <a href="http://bpdokc.blogspot.com/">BPD in OKC</a> does a few of them. I tend to do a lot of them because with the Cookies life gets pretty crazy, especially with all the appointments, so sometimes it's easiest to get my weekly purge out with the help of the <a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/">Saturday 9</a> or the <a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/">Friday Fill-In</a> or <a href="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/">Wednesday Wishcasting</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">9. How often do you update your blog/site and why?</span></em></strong> I try to update without the help of a meme at least once a week. That doesn't always happen, of course. But I try.</span><br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-60966829599442596622010-01-15T12:29:00.000-05:002010-01-15T12:29:39.041-05:00Friday Fill-In #3<div style="text-align: center;">
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1. The lesson I learned yesterday was <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">while I fought my ex and his family for the past decade to protect myself and my family <u>from</u> my ex what we won...was a lifetime of battles with Oatmeal Raisin. Battles that <u>are the war</u> each and every time. Battles that if lost, so is Oatmeal Raisin - maybe not physically anymore but mentally, physically or emotionally. I almost wish I'd lost.</span></em></strong><br />
2. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Home</span></em></strong> where friends and family meet. <br />
3. All these years <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">I've fought and now I wonder if he'd have been better off had I given up.</span></em></strong> <br />
4. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">The party started</span></em></strong> when I arrived. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">(Yeah, baby! lol)</span></em></strong><br />
5. The truth is <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">I don't like large groups of people or parties.</span></em></strong><br />
6. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Nothing</span></em></strong> is what I remember most from that day. <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Mainly because I try not to think about any of it too much.</span></em></strong><br />
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">watching a weeks worth of recorded shows with Cookie Monster</span></em></strong>, tomorrow my plans include <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">seeing my therapist and cleaning (woo hoo)</span></em></strong> and Sunday, I want to <strong><em><span style="color: purple;">maybe visit the in-laws and prepare for another week of appointments with specialists and testing for Oatmeal Raisin and Snickerdoodle!</span></em></strong><br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-49864208610700663672010-01-10T00:00:00.221-05:002010-09-07T02:00:41.368-04:00Sunday Stealing #2: Obsessions<a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Book:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">the House of Night series, the Twilight series and the Harry Potter series ~</span></i></u></b> For the past 7 years I've read the Harry Potter series over and over again. Then for my 29th Jennie and Elle. So then I was reading the Twilight series repeatedly. Then while Christmas shopping with Alex I came across these books at Best Buy <i>(of all places!)</i> that just sort of sucked me in. I tried to ignore them because we were buying for the kids but I could only ignore them for so long. Then Alex was kind enough to buy the first 4 books in the series <i>(there are 6 or 7 total in the series)</i> and now I'm hooked. What can I say, I've got a weak spot for the paranormal. =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Restaurant:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Fast food: <span style="color: #e06666;">SubWay</span> Breakfast: <span style="color: #e06666;">IHOP</span> Lunch: <span style="color: #e06666;">Panera</span> Linner/Dinner: <span style="color: #e06666;">Applebees</span> Hanging out/Munchies: <span style="color: #e06666;">Denny's</span> ~</span></i></u></b> That's the complete list for any mood and/or occassion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Hobby:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Blogging ~</span></i></u></b> When I have more time on my hands I love to scrapbook, make greeting cards, draw, paint, and keep up with the Boys baby books <i>(they each have 2). </i>Right now, the easiest and most enjoyable hobby I have is blogging. I love setting up my blog. <i>(I can't seem to get this setup quite right but I can't figure out what I don't like about it either.)</i> I love the blogging process. I especially love making friends and connecting with others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Band:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">The Beatles ~</span></i></u></b> They will <b><u><i><span style="color: purple;">always</span></i></u></b> be my #1 band. Period.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Song:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Mylie Cyrus's "The Climb" ~</span></i></u></b> Right now, this song really fits me and where I'm at in life. So it's my favorite. Tomorrow that may change, who knows. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Meme:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">I love them all. ~</span></i></u></b> Although I must say that the people who participate in the <a href="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/wishcasting-wednesday-january-6">Wednesday Wishcasting meme</a> are really cool. But I love all my Meme Friends and all the memes I participate in, otherwise I wouldn't do them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Blog:</span></i></b> <a href="http://bpdokc.blogspot.com/"><b><i>BPDinOKC</i></b></a><b><i> ~</i></b> Jennifer's blog is what inspired me to start this blog. I love her honesty and how courageous she is to be so honest about what she's been through and how she feels. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Lover:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Alex ~</span></i></u></b> I love him. And I'm rather attached to him after all these years. Plus since I'm into the whole monogamy thing, he's the only lover I want...well, the only one I'm ever going to want, really.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Friend:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">My older sister: <span style="color: #e06666;">Pruney</span>, and one of my best friends (who's hubby is stationed in FL): <span style="color: #e06666;">Sassy</span> ~</span></i></u></b> Both of these fine ladies have been super supportive of me during some of the darkest times of my life over the past few years. <i>(I haven't known them my who life - either one of them, which is a long story.)</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Quote:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional."</span></i></u></b> ~ At least that's what I used to believe and live by, before. Before I was diagnosed with a chronic pain disorder that nothing helps. Before working to make the "suffering optional" became a trigger to make the pain just that much worse and oh so not worth it. I still love the quote and live by it when possible. I just recognize that it isn't always possible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Peeve:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Ignorance ~</span></i></u></b> I can't stand ignorant people. It drives me crazy. There isn't an excuse for ignorance, for one thing. If you don't know about something, go look it up. Between the library and the internet, there truly isn't an excuse not to know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Sport:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">To play:</span><span style="color: #e06666;"> Gymnastics (once upon a time)</span> <span style="color: #0b5394;">To watch:</span><span style="color: #e06666;"> Gymnastics & Volleyball ~</span></i></u></b> I was involved in gymnastics for 8 years. It was some of the best years of my life. My teammates were cool. The meets were nice. But I loved the sport most of all. I loved the feeling of "flying" when I would do my fly-away dismount on the bars. I've never felt as graceful as I did performing my routine on the beam. Gymnastics just seemed to complete a part of me. Until I blew out my left knee during my floor routine at a meet, then I was done. My knee is still messed up. I need to have knee replacement surgery on both knees at some point in the future. But those 8 years were definitely worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">Singer:</span></i></b> <b><u><i><span style="color: #0b5394;">Christina Aguilera ~</span></i></u></b> I love her music. Especially her songs on her "Stripped" album, they just speak to me. A lot of them feel like they were written for me or about me. It uncanny. I've loved her music since she first came out and "Genie in a Bottle" used to calm AJ down because it was popular when I was pregnant with him so once he was born it was comforting to him. Now she's a source of inspiration for me.</span>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-37413805667735830792010-01-09T15:55:00.002-05:002010-09-07T01:50:49.068-04:00Friday Fill-In #2<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2. <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>The winds of change will</i></b></span> blow those clouds away. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3. Standing in the <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>ocean of pain, trying to survive the salt water in my open wounds.</i></b></span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4. <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>Boy. Oh boy. Oh friggin' </i></b></span>oh boy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5. He went out tiger hunting <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>and came home with a hephalump.</i></b></span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">6. <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>I wish more than anything that I could stop</i></b></span> my mind from wandering. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>not being narcoleptic and correcting some blog posts while watching "our shows" with tAlex</i></b></span>, tomorrow my plans include <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>double checking my blogs and participating in the Friday Fill-In (a day late) 6 Word Saturday and Saturday 9</i></b></span> and Sunday, I want to <span style="color: purple;"><b><i>participate in the Sunday Stealing meme and hopefully I'll reach the end of the firbo flare from hell</i></b></span>!</span> <br />
<br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-64055829818681647942010-01-09T12:16:00.001-05:002010-09-07T02:07:33.399-04:00Six Word Saturday #3<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freezing snow outside, SweetPea <b><i><span style="color: purple;">won't poop!</span></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">It's been hoovering around 0 degrees and below around my neck of the woods this week. Between the temps and the snow and ice combo outside, SweetPea </span><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>will not poop outside! Period. </i></b></span><span style="color: black;">He refuses. I can take him outside. Freeze my butt off. Watch him freeze and shiver to the point where he appears to be having full-body seizures while he attempts to walk/hop through 4-8 inches of snow. His body is ready to poop. He <b><i><span style="color: purple;">starts to poop...</span></i></b>then he <b><i><span style="color: purple;">sucks it back in his body!</span></i></b> So of course, once he's back in the house and warm...he poops. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I can't wait for slightly warmer weather.</span></div>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-61851189457886238512010-01-09T00:00:00.032-05:002010-09-07T02:06:38.608-04:00Saturday 9: #4 Call Me<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">1. Who is someone that phones you routinely that you never seem to be up to talk to, but you are not ready to push them out of your life?</span></i></b> This person used to be Bonnie. She would call and spew her drama and useless Yahoo.com "medical diagnosis" at me while she denied my real world from a </span>medical <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">doctor diagnosis. She would refuse to follow AJ's rules and guidelines. Tell him I abused him. And generally just cause me stress and unwanted drama, as of September/October 2009 she has been *pushed*. Now I am drama-free...at least Bonnie-drama-free anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>2. What is something that effects you deeply, to your core, no matter your mood or what else is going on in your life?</i></b></span> AJ. No matter what kind of day I am having. No matter how good or how bad. He has the power to kill it in one fowl swoop. Likewise <i>(but very very very rarely)</i> he has the power to make my day when all is right with the world and the stars in the heavens align.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>3. Tell us of something that relaxes you and always makes you happy.</i></b></span> A massage from an actual massage therapist who is skilled in giving massages to Fibro patients. <i><span style="color: blue;">*ah heaven*</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>4. If you could take the train from anywhere to anywhere, where would 'anywhere' be?</i></b></span> Anywhere = Ireland <i>(always)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>5. If you could look into the future, how far down the road would you like to see? 10 years? 100 years? A million?</i></b></span> 10 years - I need to know that we are going to be okay. That Alex and I are going to find a way to make it through. That Wyatt and Cooper are going to come through to the other side unscathed by everything AJ has going on. That all 3 of them are going to come through to the other side unscathed by everything I have going on in my head and everything I'm trying to work through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>6. Did you do your shopping online for this Christmas, how did it go? Did things come in on time? Any significant failures? ...and if you didn't, will you consider trying online shopping sometime this year?</i></b></span> I shop online every once in a great while. Usually only from Amazon.com and usually only if I have a gift certificate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>7. What people or projects are worth your time, money or effort?</i></b></span> People: Friends and family are always worth my time, money and effort. I will go to the ends of the Earth for them. Projects: I have adult ADHD so I tend to start projects that don't get finished. If it's for someone, it's worth it. If I really like it, it's worth it. If it's just plain interesting enough to hold my attention for more than five seconds, it's worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>8. Think back when you were in high school. Are you proud of the way you dressed, or do you wish you could go back and change it all?</i></b></span> I'm proud of the way I dressed. I was true to myself, which is all I wanted out of me and the high school experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;"><b><i>9. Do any of your friends, family or co-workers know about your blogs? For those that do, did you tell them or have they stumbled upon it by themselves?</i></b></span> Alex knows about my blog. Sassy, one of my nearest and dearest friends also knows about my blog. Aside from them a few people I seem to have picked up along the way know about it but that's it.</span><br />
<br />Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-46853259232120281332010-01-06T11:26:00.003-05:002010-09-07T02:01:39.038-04:00Wednesday Wishcasting #1: What dream do you wish to explore?<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><u><a href="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/wishcasting-wednesday-january-6">What dream do you wish to explore?</a></u></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: purple;">I wish I could find the courage to write my first book.</span></i></b> </div>
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As it stands right now, I can't even seem to find the courage to get inspired to start my first book. Let alone write it from start to finish. I am absolutely terrified that I will fail miserably, which is completely unacceptable because all I've wanted my entire life was to be a published author. I can't be published if I don't write the book first. I just wish I could write the book first.<br />
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If you think the <b><span style="color: red;">Wednesday Wishcasting</span></b> looks like fun or just a nice change of pace drop by at the <a href="http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/wishcasting-wednesday-january-6">Jamie Ridler Studio</a> and join in the fun. =)Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-10239518598558023102010-01-05T14:25:00.003-05:002010-09-07T01:45:42.661-04:00Confusing English LanguageOkay, so the more posts I write the more I'm finding that the children creep in far more than I had initially planned. I had thought that this blog would be primarily about me, my PTSD, my BPD, and how I got them. I knew some present day stuff would come up but I didn't expect it to be so much that the children would need actual names. Then my husband decided, admitedly with some prodding from yours truly, to start his own blog. If I point it out to you, you will know the children's names anyway and my letters as names is useless. Plus, A is really confusing. What with it being an actual word in the English language. So the Cookie Monster can call the boys by their first names - I'm not pointing his blog out to you. But I have decided to give the boys names here. So here they are: <br />
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R = Alex<br />
A = AJ<br />
B = Wyatt<br />
C = Cooper<br />
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There problem solved. Although you still won't get to see pictures of any of us - ever. I'm standing firm on that one. I am going to share pictures of my beloved fur babies though. Oh and my art. So at least my blog won't be completely picture free, right? =)Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-38431004319582745732010-01-03T20:20:00.002-05:002010-09-06T13:35:53.106-04:00Saturday 9: You Shook Me<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>1. What celebrity would you just want to shake some sense into?</i></span></b> Jenny McCarthy <i>(see #6 for more info)</i> <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>2. What do you think comes after death?</i></span></b> I think the Afterlife comes after death. I hope that part of my Heaven is my Granny's farm where I grew up as a kid. I loved it there and I know that I could find some peace. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>3. What is the first book that you can remember reading by yourself as a child?</i></span></b> I don't remember the title. It was about a kitten and her mother. They go shopping and the kitten finds a doll that she falls in love with and has to have.<br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>4. What was the first rock concert that you attended?</i></span></b> This is where my nerdiness shows through...I've yet to attend a rock or music concert of any kind. Although Alex took me to see Bill Engvall a few summers ago. He's hilarious. But no music for me. =( <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>5. If you were to suddenly become famous, would you choose a stage name? If yes, what would it be?</i></span></b> I have a nome de plume <i>(however that's spelled)</i> all picked out if I ever get the guts to write a book and then submit it to a publisher. Does that count?<i> </i><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>6. What is the one thing that you wish the media would stop talking about?</i></span></b> Sadly enough I am not up-to-date on my current events so I don't really have one to complain about. What I could stand to never hear about again though are these celebrity parents, like Jenny McCarthy, who are telling the rest of us "everyday parents" that we can <span style="color: purple;"><i><b>cure our Autistic child(ren)</b>.</i></span> That just gets my panties all in a major bunch. <br />
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<i><b><span style="color: purple;">7. If you could be part of any band, which one would it be and who would you be and why?</span></b> </i>Rascal Flatts. I would just be myself though and since myself can't carry a tune in a bucket I would do just about any and all other creative job they asked of me. Because creative things<i><b><span style="color: purple;"> I</span></b> <b><span style="color: purple;">can definitely do</span></b>. </i><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>8. Do you live close to your immediate family members? If not, how far away are they?</i></span></b> My sister lives 3 doors down. My Mom lives less than 5 minutes away, depending on traffic. My one sister<in-law> lives across the street. And my in-laws live less than 10 minutes away, again depending on traffic. So yeah, we all live pretty close together. I like it that way. It helps in Emergencies. Its great for snow days to have my sister, 2 nephews and a niece just 3 doors down. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;"><i>9. Last seasonal question (promise): What did you do on New Year's Eve?</i></span></b> I fell asleep at 8:30 pm with Cooper. Leaving poor Alex alone with Miss Sue and Zeus and the Wii. Oh what a party animal I am. </in-law>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-10052734551252627102010-01-02T22:42:00.029-05:002010-09-07T01:42:00.194-04:00Sunday Stealing #1: What If<a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></span></a><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?</span></i></b> My ex-husband, MN, hands down without question. If I'm lucky he'll be standing close to his mother <i>(whom I also hate - with good reason {beyond her being my ex-mother-in-law} she was a big part of the terror and abuse I suffered during my first marriage)</i> when I blow him up so I can kill two psychopaths/sociopaths with one button. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="color: purple;">2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?</span></b></i> Fergie. I <b><i><span style="color: purple;">cannot stand her</span></i></b>. I don't know why but there's just something about her that grates on my nerves. Her music will disappear from existance too, right? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?</span></i></b> Depending on the day of the week, my big sister, Angel. She does big sister things that just drive me batty and sometimes I'd love nothing more than to knock her out. Except I can't punch for crap so there really isn't any point.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">4. What is your favorite cheese?</span></i></b> I like them all. I don't think I've met one yet that I didn't like. Oh! Brie! Brie is my favorite with all other cheeses as a close second.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?</span></i></b> Either a Philly cheese steak - the way Steak Escape makes them. <i>(Not the way they actually make them in Philly. Sorry PA peeps.)</i> Or an Italian BMT at SubWay. Which ever one I'm eating, I can promise that it's all but drowning in black olives and banana peppers. Damnit, now I'm craving SubWay! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?</span></i></b> I would go to Summer 1998 and explain everything that will be lost etc if I go through with my "Save MN" plan. I would shake my 17/18 year old self and explain that he can't be saved because he is a complete sociopath, as is his mother. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?</span></i></b> My first rule is: This is my island; GET OFF! I would only allow my friends and family on the island. I have no interest in building my own society so I'm not going to; at least not with strangers and such. My friends and family will have to learn to work together in order for us to survive but that's as close to a society as we will ever get. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">16.One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?</span></i></b> First I scream, "What the fuck?!" <i>(See? I told you it was my favorite word. lol)</i> Then I try and find a way to get rid of them so I can go back to sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">17. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the item?</span></i></b> I don't know that I could choose just one. But since I have to, I would probably grab our extra/backup harddrive because it has nearly all of our pictures from the past decade on it. So at least we would still have those. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">18. The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?</span></i></b> I would enjoy one last meal with my nearest and dearest. Have you noticed how a lot of my stuff revolves around food? <i>lol</i> Its a family trait. If there is food somehow involved, we will suffer through just about any situation. =) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">19. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What’s it gonna be?</span></i></b> Invisibility. I'd give just about anything to disappear right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">20. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?</span></i></b> As crazy as this will sound, the half hour right before I got married to my first husband, MN. Simply because I remember my Granny helping me to get ready and I remember having my picture taken with her. I miss her like crazy so I would relive that half hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">21.You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?</span></i></b> My entire abusive and terrifying relationship/marriage to MN. Except for the half hour in #20. How that one half-hour would make any sense at all without the rest of the time/memories to go along with it, I don't know. But these are my imaginary answers and I can do what I want to with them. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin’! What country are you going to live in now?</span></i></b> Ireland.<i> (And let's be honest here, they are just jealous that I'm doing everything they've always either A) wanted to do... B) wished about... C) seriously considered... Or D) had all set up but <i><u><span style="color: black;">chickened out of.)</span></u><b> <span style="color: purple;">Judgmental pricks!</span></b></i></i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">23. This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?</span></i></b> I'm good with being banned from all the bars in the world...you know, since I don't drink alcohol and all. Well, I guess you don't know that about me yet. I don't drink alcohol. I quit except for special occasions when I was married to MN because of the effect it was having on our live</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">s and family. Then when I was put on Zoloft and nursing Cooper in 2008 I just gave it up altogether. Now that I'm on a whole slew of meds for Fibromyalgia that forbid me to drink rather than the strongly worded "you really shouldn't drink but whatever" warning; I just quit entirely. So yeah, I don't drink alcohol. But I drink Coke like its water and going out of style. =) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">24. Hopefully you didn’t mention this in the super-powers question…. If you did, then we’ll just expand on that. Check it out… Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like “Dude, check it out…I can FLOAT!”?</span></i></b> My sisters, which includes my actual sister, Angel, and my sisters-in-law; Jennie, Elle and Becca. Oh, and Barbie, too. After all, she's nearly a sister. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">25. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?</span></i></b> John Lennon. Then I would get him a restraining order to protect him from suffering any further damage of being around Yoko. Although I'm thinking a stronger political leader may have been a better choice. * shrug*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">26. The Celestial Gates of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person, etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?</span></i></b> My Granny. She was my mother for all intents and purposes. Even though I had a "mother", she was...shall we say less than effective and less than emotionally plugged-in. I miss my Granny more than words could ever possibly express. She passed away in her sleep very suddenly in May 2002 and I changed forever on that day. To have her back...would mean so much to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;">27. What’s your theme song?</span></i></b> I don't have a theme song but I'm slowly putting together a soundtrack over time. Someday, after I've dug out my purple folder that holds the lyrics to all the songs of my rather lengthy sound track from whatever blackhole it seems to have fallen into I'll have to post it up here. </span>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-37072753489054423582010-01-02T10:02:00.003-05:002010-09-05T12:52:16.268-04:00Six Word Saturday #2<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><u>Dani</u></b> - childhood sexual assaultant <br />
<b><u>Bonnie</u></b> - adoptive mother* <br />
<b><u>Clyde</u></b> - adoptive father * <br />
<b><u>Michael</u></b> - stalker #1 <br />
<b><u>MD</u></b> - summer camp teen boyfriend <i>(date sexual assault)</i> <br />
<b><u>J</u></b> - high school teen boyfriend <i>(sodomized/sexual abuse)</i><br />
<b><u>NM</u></b> - young adult stalker #2 turned boyfriend turned husband #1 <i>(sexual assault, psychological abuse, domestic violence)</i><br />
<b><u>Freak Therapist</u></b> - stalker #3 <br />
<b><u>Boundary Breaker Therapist</u></b><br />
<b><u>Unknown Assaultant</u></b> - <i>(sexual abuse)*</i><br />
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<i>(Not a complete list...its still a work in progress since my memory has so many holes in it. Plus the more stressed I am, the less likely I am to remember very much. Call it my brain's self-defense. I intend to discuss each of these at some point. The stars indicate Others who have more info than the average story.)</i><br />
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<b><u><span style="background-color: yellow;">*more info to come</span></u></b>Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136625481532339628.post-69331406074746169042010-01-01T22:00:00.097-05:002010-09-05T12:52:02.865-04:00Goodbye, 2009! Hello, 2010!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
Wow. 2009 went out with a <b><span style="color: purple;">*Bam*.</span></b> And so far all 22 hours of 2010 have been...well, pretty shitty. </div>
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Things have been pretty quiet around here for the past 2 weeks or so. Although the tension has been steadily building because all 5 of us <i>(not counting the animals)</i> have been together all day, everyday. Whatever level of tension comes after "it was so thick you could cut it with a knife", that's what we're living in right now. It sucks. AJ returns to school on Monday, hopefully that will give us some relief. I also need to register Wyatt in Head Start/Pre-School on Monday. As soon as he starts that will hopefully grant us another break, and things should lighten up a bit more. Right now though, I'm worried we are all ready to kill each other. </div>
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Wyatt is almost 4 years old with the endless energy that comes with that. With 4 inches of snow and sub-zero temps, there isn't an outlet outside for that energy. So he runs. Jumps. Slides. "Flies". Flings himself off of things. In the quest for "gettin the wiggles out Ma"! At the end of any given day though, its enough to make me want to throw in the towel curl up into the fetal position and sob like a baby. If pre-school doesn't help, I sincerely don't know what I'm going to do. I'm so over-whelmed with other life shit that the everyday grumpy, obstinate 3 year old child shit is just threatening to shove my ass <b><i><span style="color: purple;">straight over the edge</span></i></b>. "I'm a donkey on the edge!" </div>
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Seriously here people, I'm crazy. I know this. People have been forcing this label upon me since I was in junior high school. I heard, "You are crazy! Seriously, your parents should have you locked away some where." I was upset then but now, as an adult, I am able to accept myself for what I am - crazy. Therefore I accept the label as well. However, there are periods of time when it doesn't occur to me that I have mental illness. I actually manage to forget that I have <a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder-adhd/index.shtml">ADHD</a> or <a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/post-traumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd/index.shtml">PTSD</a> or even <a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/borderline-personality-disorder-fact-sheet/index.shtml">BPD</a>. Life just goes on as usual and I forget. When I remember...when I'm brought crashing back down to Earth from my place in the clouds, I always find it odd the things that remind me and bring me crashing down. </div>
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For instance, I have been in a fairly constant state of flux for the past decade - from 02/14/2001 - 12/28/2009. Then Tuesday Dec 28th, I'm napping with Cooper and things are peaceful when my phone rang; I slept through it. It was my attorney. He called Alex when he couldn't reach me. My life was about to be flipped upside for the better and yet it would still leave me flailing .</div>
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Long story, as short as humanly possible: My ex-husband and his mother filed a contempt motion against me in Fall 2005 because I wouldn't give them what they wanted. The Family Court Judge who finalized my divorce found me in contempt <b><i><span style="color: purple;">against</span></i></b> <b><i><span style="color: purple;">the evidence</span></i></b>. I was sentenced to 30 days in jail. Then I was given a chance to "purge myself" and avoid jail by giving my ex what he wanted - unsupervised access to my son. I refused, which earned me another 30 days in jail - now I've got 60 days in jail. I filed an appeal with the district courts. Tuesday Dec 28th, the Appeals Court ruled IN MY FAVOR. They over-turned the contempt charged AND my 60 days of jail time. <b><i><span style="color: purple;">This was good news.</span></i></b></div>
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Then Alex surprised me with a puppy! Not.just.any.puppy. <b><i><span style="color: purple;">My "perfect" puppy</span></i></b>. I have always wanted either a Mini Pinscher <i>(to the left)</i> or a Teacup Chi <i>(to the right in the well, tea cup)</i>. Zeus isn't either of those but he's <b><i><span style="color: purple;">better</span></i></b> and still absolutely perfect in each and every way. </div>
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Zeus is a 2lb Chi-Pom mix. He looks just like a Pom only smaller. He's a snuggler. Loves to play with Miss Sue even if she has a 68lb weight difference. He's great with the boys but not sure about Sneezey yet. He's just so sweet and fluffy. He isn't housebroken yet but we're working on it. Besides I honestly can't say that I blame him at this point, its <b><i><span style="color: purple;">COLD</span></i></b> out there. When he goes out there to pee he shivers so violently he looks like he's having seizures. And his name fits perfectly <i>(which is apparently the word of the day)</i> because while he only weighs 2lbs he seems to believe that he is at least as big as Miss Sue. </div>
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It took me 4 days to pick a name too! The woman before me named him 'Mocha' but that's too sweet for my tastes. Plus my nephew already has a dog by that name and that just seems wrong to me. Then I named him 'Miller'. After that it was 'Zeus' but I changed my mind. Then I liked 'Pixel', 'Ozzy', and 'Smith'. Alex wanted 'Rico' after the penguin in 'The Penguins of Madagascar'. He's also the one who came up with 'Zeus'. In the end, I had to run out and pick-up our NYE dinner and my meds. When I got home Snickerdoodle came out to help me with the bags and Zeus snuck out after him. When I saw him, the first name to come to mind was 'Zeus' so I knew that's what his name was supposed to be. That was 24 hours ago and he already answers to it so I must be right. =) <br />
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So life is chugging right along. Christmas break is almost over. The closer we get to the end, the worse my mood, which doesn't make sense. I'm not one of *those* moms who sincerely enjoys and/or wants her children home from school on break all the time. I'm one of the moms who begins the countdown for back-to-school as soon as the last day of school ends. Assuming we all survive, AJ will return to school on Monday Jan 4th.<br />
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And this ended up being a giant rambling post about nothing. Fantastic.Dymphnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05240164772076894916noreply@blogger.com0