…an organizational chart, if you will – of how all of us are inter-connected and who knows who. Please, tell me if you’d like to be involved and well, who you know and why! (Include your city and state, too.)…
Archives for April 2008
Calling all bloggers.
Rant.
1981 Toyota Starlet If someone could let me know why young starlets continue to make poor decisions, that’d be great. What do they need? Structure? Better access to therapy? More parental invovlement? God? It’s an epidemic.Case in point: Elder SpearsAshlee…
Who does this?
I’m a David Blaine fan.Remember a few years ago when he submerged himself in water on a network T.V. special and almost died? That was beyond traumatic for me. I had tears in my eyes. (I tend toward “very emotional”…
What were you voted in High School?
Me?Best Hair. I wore it proudly.(The title and the hair.)What a nerd.
Good advice.
ChloMo: I HAD to post this
So remember a couple of days ago when I wrote about my niece and sister going to Cabo Adventures and doing the zipline? Um. Look at Chlo. She’s 8. Fearless, as her Mom said.
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Isn’t that somehow considered desecration of the flag?
While I no longer read popsugar.com (98 days and counting — I was an addict. It’s all about the clothes, less about their lives, for me. Really.), I do visit people.com several times a week. Today I have but just…
Are you kidding me?
I don’t get it. How is it possible that this 73-year-old married, Austrian man (who appears “icky” by the looks of things) kept his 41-year-old daughter (and 3 of their 7 children) in his cellar for 24 years without anyone…
Office “humor”. Happy Monday.
Ok, so we’ve all seen the foiled office, but I thought these ones (sent on to me by C., of course) were noteworthy. And note, I do realize how wasteful and non-green bean these pranks are. Can you imagine how…
Monday Vim
MexMo: Ferg. The Beach. Us. Fun.
So we drove about 40 minutes away to the East Cape and had a beach day with Ferg. Um. She loved it. We had a great time, too. Someone, anyone? Don’t let me EVER complain about Cabo again. She eats…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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