Friday, November 27, 2009

A new beginning…

Well, as far as technology is concerned anyway. I have a new laptop… this is a huge step for me as my last one, well lets say it developed a couple of issues. Some of which I don’t believe were my fault, some, well were completely my fault. I have made a mental list of things I will not be doing where this one is concerned:

1. Eating oatmeal within a 5ft radius

2. Allowing my child so much as to breathe near it much less yank keys off when I’m not looking. I don’t think he’d dare do this these days, but I’m not taking my chances.

3. Leaving it on the floor or precariously placed on the edge of my nightstand.

4. Around liquids, of any sort.

5. Near the dog who has a fetish for power cords, or any electrical cord for that matter.

So there is my mental list, I guess it’s not so mental now it’s down on paper. Can this be called paper?

I feel like a kid in a candy store, it’s like technology is once again my friend instead of an evil web filled with spiders who are smarter than me. I did purchase the accident protection plan, I’m not completely convinced that something tragic won’t happen to it – although, I need to prove to the skeptics around me that I can in fact be trusted with something more valuable than a pencil. Before you ask, the child doesn’t count. He’s a group effort. Which seeing as I recently killed Cacti, is probably a good thing for him.

As far as life goes tonight, I saw a hockey game, it was tons of fun, I saw one fight – I’d hoped for at least 4 but one was better than none, and I ate overpriced nuts. Almonds to be precise and a pretzel that I should have put salt on. But it was fun and I would definitely recommend a trip to see the Texas Stars to anyone in the area. On that note. Good night.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A Lifetime


Earlier in the summer we all took a trip down to Brackettville, TX to celebrate the 65th wedding anniversary of Jason's Grandparents. It was honestly just amazing to see two people who had stuck together through everything that life had thrown at them, and had grown old together. Not only had they made it 65 years, but they were still obviously in love. I think that is the most amazing part. There are couples who are still together after 30, 40, 50 years but it seems to be a situation of convienience and tolerance rather than love. I'm not suggesting fireworks after 60 years, but love, well that is different.

In an age of the 60% divorce rate, I think those who can make it, and do it with style are to be admired. You can't be selfish, you can't be greedy, and you have to know what it means to compromise. It makes me laugh when I hear people who have been dating for only a year or two give relationship advice. I have been married for a lot longer than that and I know I'm in no position whatsoever to give advice. However, what I have picked up are hints as to what it takes to make it work. My parents have been together for 30 years and they are happy and they are in love. But, it's taken a lot of work. They have dealt with poverty - and I'm not just talking not being able to afford Starbucks, I'm talking real poverty with no one who could help them out. They dealt with the death of their parents and of a child. Through living all over the world, and with having terrible teenage children. Ok, so maybe I was mainly the terrible one, my brother was smarter than me and stayed off the radar. Most importantly they were able to find themselves again after we had left home and they were down to just being 2 people again. That seems to be one of the hardest things for a couple to adapt to when they have spent 18+ years raising children - knowing how to be a couple when you've not got anyone else to focus on.

I feel like anyone can make a relationship work under decent conditions. No kids, enough money to get out to eat and enjoy your hobbies on a weekly basis, stay up until midnight watching football, playing video games? easy. But throw in money troubles and see what happens. See if one or both people are willing to work together to get through it, or if one or both jumps ship. I'm not talking about losing spending money, or cutting back on eating out, I'm talking about when the breadwinner loses their job and you don't know how you'll make the next mortgage payment. What happens? Or the birth of a child which could turn that perfect size 4 body into something larger and less firm, are they still beautiful? Or how about a death in the family that turns the world upside down, do you shut yourself away or do you turn to your partner? I've witnessed all of these things in a variety of situations both first hand watching my parents, or from seeing friends go through it. The people who have come out the other side - like my dear friends Sarah and Philip who are truly an inspirational couple, those are the couples I admire and aspire to be like.

Sex and lust, those things are great, sort of like frosting on a cupcake, but you had better have something that runs deeper than that in order to finish the course. I feel like I am still on the outside looking in when it comes to a lot of this. There are couples who I admire, and those I don't think will be together when all is said and done.

But for that amazing couple I mentioned in the beginning, well 65 years is going to be their magic number. Jason's Grandmother passed away yesterday after a long battle with Cancer. When I woke up this morning I thought of her husband waking up alone after 65 years of marriage and my heart ached for him. But then I thought about how lucky they were to have found each other, and how she died knowing he was by her side. We all are going to meet our maker one day, I guess the question is, who will be there at the end? Maybe the answer will surprise you.

*photo: Bob and Cathie Conrey - 65th wedding anniversary.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A room of one's own

At least that is what Virginia Wolfe believed every woman should have. A space that was their's and their's alone. A place to go away from the stress of daily life, away from the children where you could sit and enjoy the silence. She had such a space, and an amazing one at that. Of course it helped that she had lots of money and no children - which aides in the escape I'm sure. However, she did end up killing herself so I'm not sure she had everything figured out.
Moving on, I don't have a room of my own, but I am taking time for myself in the middle of the afternoon to enjoy the day. I have been working overtime lately to help fill the void that was left by the exiting of a staff member. Well she got the boot - however you choose to view it, I am working lots more hours that usual. But, it should be coming to an end soon and it's not been all bad.

Today I am taking a break for an hour or so and relaxing with a Grande white hot chocolate in the sun. In theory I can do this even on the days I don't work as long, but on those days I feel the need to go, go, go. Whether that be go home and do whatever needs to be done, or just be lazy for a while, or study or go and get Nick, I don't ever take the time to just relax. Even when it comes to seeing friends I tend to put it off until the weekend as I don't want to deal with traffic.

Tomorrow I'll be doing the same thing except on my break I plan to catch up with a good friend over coffee. Then Monday I saw another friend and got to really talk - which was much needed.
It's made me realize that I need to take time more often, even if I do coordinate my grande fat pig chocolate with studying straight after work - which I desperately need to do more of, I'm going to try and not rush. I also need to make the most of this beautiful weather while it lasts and get out more with Nick.

So that's my plan, that and to try and let things go the way they're meant to go. I think I've been trying to force situations that just aren't meant to be, and it doesn't get me anywhere. Let's give it a try.


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Thursday, November 12, 2009

All I want for Christmas is...


You.

Or if that's not an option I really would like a new laptop... or a new purse. Actually make that a new laptop AND a new purse. The laptop is fairly self explanatory - mine is pretty much dead - no fan and a handful of missing keys have made it less than desirable for use, and I am taking two classes next semester that will require a lot of typing. I am being sucked back into the world of writing papers, and I'm not excited about it. Seeing as we don't have one computer in the house that is for the use of everyone and that is actually working right now, it is a problem.

I was happy to see that laptops have continued to fall in price since I last purchased one. I don't need anything fancy, I'm not going to be coming up with the cure for Cancer on it - maybe that doesn't take up that many GB's anyway? and I'm not going to be filling it up with movies and photos. I just want a portable way to write papers and surf the Internet.

However, the materialistic bitch in me really, really wants a new purse/bag, whatever you want to call it. This doesn't seem like a huge demand... but I want a nice one, and by nice I mean it costs more than it should, and it smells like new shoes and looks like fabulous. A friend of mine who works at Saks just stopped by with her amazing Valentino purse and it's all I can do to not hit her over the head with it and run away to Mexico. Of course, you'd hope that I'd kill for more than a Valentino purse... don't test me.
I'll settle for Coach, I said it, I'll settle. I want Prada, I'll take Coach. Actually, Coach have some pretty bags this fall so it wouldn't be settling, it's all relative to the income, and my income isn't screaming Gucci, actually it's screaming Target, but at a pinch and if I stay away from sushi between now and Christmas it might be whispering Coach.

I should really be forced to live in a mud hut in Africa for a month for even writing this blog, but just like the boys want their $60 video games and football tickets, I have my non-essential wants as well. A girl can dream.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Say it as you see it.


I am re-posting an article that was shared by my friend Laura. It's controversial, it's not going to suit everyone's taste, but for me, it speaks volumes.

Would I have tweeted about my miscarriage? No, but then I don't Twitter or tweet at all. I tend to be a fan of the cryptic blogging and try and retain an oz of dignity in my writing. This isn't always the case, but as far as what YOU want to say in a public forum, well that's completely up to you.

I don't know if it was the subject matter that upset people the most, or her relief about not having to get an abortion after all, but you know what, that is reality. Pregnancy isn't all sunshine and butterflies, and it's not just the irresponsible members of society that end up in a situation that they don't know how to handle. I know first hand how it feels to want something so badly that you think you'll die if you don't get it, and then in a different time, in a different place, hope and pray that it all just goes away and that life can continue as normal.

Emotions are not straight forward and there is no such thing as one size fits all.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/nov/06/penelope-trunk-tweet-miscarriage


Penelope Trunk: Why I tweeted about my miscarriage

Recently, I updated my Twitter feed: "I'm in a board meeting. Having a miscarriage. Thank goodness, because there's a fucked-up three-week hoop-jump to have an abortion in Wisconsin."

I am 42 years old and run a social networking site for managing careers, and a blog with half a million visitors a month. On Twitter, the micro-blogging site, my feed is one of the most popular around. I have tweeted about my sex life, my period, and even a minor run-in with the police. For me, Twitter is a way to make a note about the most important things that happen in the day. So, I never thought this message would cause uproar. But it did.

Television, blogs and newspapers around the world reported what I had written. People posted critcisms on my blog. I was even interviewed on CNN where the news anchor asked me, "Young lady, do you have no shame?" My boyfriend's extended family called to make sure he was dumping me – although my mother told me she was proud of my CNN interview and forwarded it to all her feminist friends.

People were shocked at my response to the miscarriage. But I was shocked by their outrage. I am not sure why people think there is a "correct" emotion for miscarriages. For anything, really. Emotions are complicated. Sometimes people laugh in a crisis because they can't control themselves. We know some men walk away during a fight, we know some parents hit their kids when they love them. Pregnancies, too, are complicated. Something I knew when I wrote that tweet.

I have given birth to two children and they are the love of my life. They are four and seven years old. And they are difficult, fun, scary, smart and always seem to need something from me – they make my life feel full and important. I also understand the pain a miscarriage can cause. I had one in between having my two kids, and I thought I was never going to recover. I remember the ultrasound technician's face when she saw the baby was dead. I knew before she told me: I screamed and had to be put in a separate room at the doctor's office because I had a panic attack and nearly fainted. I was inconsolable for days. I was scared I'd never have another child. I hated myself for not trying to have children sooner.

But this time was different. I knew I did not want the baby. Is that so bad? I had taken a pregnancy test when I couldn't do my normal run or stay awake at work. When it came back positive, I felt old, scared and angry. When I called my boyfriend to tell him, he cried. He doesn't believe in abortion. But I have a child with autism and the odds that the next child will have autism is almost 90%. The odds of a mother over 40 having a child with Down's syndrome is one in 100. The risk that a woman who is 42 will miscarry at some point in the pregnancy is higher than 50%. These are not good odds. And I'm the sole breadwinner. I already knew that the risks of this pregnancy were huge. And if I had a baby with compromised medical health, it would jeopardise my ability to care for my two kids in the way I want to.

So, of course I was relieved that I didn't have to have an abortion because the decision was made for me. That this is controversial is absolutely shocking to me. I have had an abortion before. I know a few things about abortions. They are difficult morally, terrifying emotionally, and they are usually secret.

People have said that I shouldn't have got pregnant in the first place. But according to the Guttmacher Institute in the US (a not-for-profit organisation that works to advance reproductive health), most women who have abortions were on birth control the month they got pregnant. And half the women in the US will have an unintended pregnancy by age 45. So there is no single emotion for miscarriage or for pregnancy.

What none of the commentators of my tweet seems keen to discuss is how a woman's right to have an abortion where I live in Wisconsin has been undermined. It is one of 12 states that make women wait 24 hours before they can schedule an abortion. And the only place to get one that is covered by insurance is at a Planned Parenthood clinic, of which there are only three in the state. There is a week-and-a-half wait to get the first meeting and a week-and-a-half wait to get the abortion. To me, this is far more important than judging whether or not I should share personal information.

Some people say that a miscarriage is too private to discuss at work. But why? It's an important part of a woman's experience. It is not dirty or evil or shameful. A large number of women will have miscarriages in their lifetime. It's part of being a woman. And most men at the office have lived through the miscarriage of a significant other. It's an experience that happens over weeks, not hours. And it happens at work. We talk about death at work. We talk about violence at work. We talk about emotional problems such as breakups and mishaps and major disappointments. Why can't we talk about miscarriage? Who is hurt by keeping the topic taboo?

Others say I should not have discussed my experience on Twitter, but Twitter is not a public forum. Those who want to read my tweets have to sign up to receive my updates. And I can approve or disapprove people on an individual basis. The percentage of people who subscribe to my Twitter feed who were offended by my miscarriage tweet is very small. I know because you can unsubscribe to the feed, and only about 70 did.

I believe that the history of women can be seen, in some ways, as a history of language. The more women talk about their experiences, the more power they have to shape those experiences. Words such as date rape and antenatal depression are empowering because they give us ways to talk about issues that were hidden when we did not have the language to express them. We have a word for miscarriage. We should use it to explore the complicated issues around it.

If you insist on keeping the word private, you force the experience of women back into darkness. If you start telling women which media is appropriate for which emotion, you undermine the progress we make.

I didn't think about any of this when I wrote my tweet. But all the media attention has made me think a lot more, and I'm glad I have. I'm smarter for it.

Monday, November 9, 2009

No sleep in CP

I cannot believe that I have been awake since 2:00 am. It's now 5:27 am and I need to be getting up and getting ready for work. To say I'm tired is a vast understatement. I'm exhausted. Of course my busy brain did not take this factor into consideration when it was keeping me awake in the middle of the night. Oh no, then it was just thinking about all the things I'm stressing over, and how clever it would be to magnify them all to make them seem way worse than they would say at 11:00 am, because, why not, who needs sleep?

Me, that's who. I'm not the kind of person who functions well on little sleep, not even for one day.
So why am I awake worrying at 2:00 am? Mainly it's work related. I don't want to go into great depth both for the fact I'd rather not get fired and also because it's boring to anyone who doesn't work there. Well it's boring to me too, but things have a way of be becoming slightly more relevent when you're getting paid to give a crap.
Basically we are losing a couple of people - one through our choice, one through her own. Both people are better off leaving, but it's going to possibly make my job harder - woe me. Plus, there is the factor of the unknown, things could actually get better, or... I'm trying to take the glass half full approach, really really trying.

The other issue keeping me awake is that Nick is gone for the week. While I should be breaking out the Martini glasses, I'm sad. I miss him. I had him in bed with me the past few nights and that has left me missing him even more. He'll be back before I know it, and I'll be wishing for peace again, but right now I am one lonely mama.

Then lastly if I didn't have enough reasons to keep the Z's away, I am struggling with a personal matter. Regarding a person, not personal like Herpes. I felt like clarification was needed.

I am feeling the need to take a stand on an issue that has upset me as I feel like I've sacrified what is important to me too many times where this person is involved. Not to say they've not made sacrifices for me, but this one is important and I feel if I let it go I'll regret it and I've learned if I don't truly believe I'm okay with something it will only come back later in the form of distrust and resentment. I've let another issue I have go in the past - or at least I've tried to, and it still bothers me. It's coupled in with the fact I feel I've lost them anyway when all is said and done. I guess we both feel like the other is in the wrong, but from my side I'm tired of being the only one who makes an effort and tries to initiate conversation or time spent together. I feel sad and at the same time it's been a slow progression and therefore less like ripping off a bandaid and more just a slight ache and an empty space.

All this stress aside I'm hoping for a good week, or at least not a bad week. I need to focus on what really matters and not stay awake worrying about the unknown.


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Friday, November 6, 2009

Senseless acts

This morning I have been reading news reports about the tragedy that occurred yesterday at Fort Hood Army base in Killeen. I am stunned that such an act could take place - by one of their own, a Psychiatrist no less, and that it happened just miles from my home.

What possessed this man to do such a thing? He'd not yet been deployed so post traumatic stress cannot be blamed, but apparently he had been subject to a lot of harassment regarding his religion and "had enough" This in itself is no reason what-so-ever to take the lives of others, that's never going to be justifiable, but why does such hostility toward Muslim and Arabic soldiers still occur?

My heart goes out to the families of those affected, but also to the upstanding, hard working non-extremist Muslim Americans who are stationed all over this country - and the world, who will likely come under attack for being associated through their religious beliefs to yesterday's gunman. More needs to be done to make people realize that not every Muslim is a religious zealot, and that in fact, there are people of every race, every religion out there capable of doing horrible things in the name of God, it's just since 911 the public eye has been on the Muslims.

For now my thoughts are with the men, women and children at Fort Hood, and as always with the soldiers, and support staff of all nationalities who are currently doing a tour of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan.

July 2008