Monday, November 02, 2009

Re-list-ifacation

There is always this little voice in the back of my head telling me if I craft the perfect list I will get everything done. And if I get everything done it will make everything perfect... and happy.

So compulsively I will now create a list for today

  1. Do 401k paperwork
  2. Get 401k cashiers' check
  3. Mail 401k paperwork
  4. Get laundry soaps
  5. Make out Rent checks
  6. Take down laundry and checks
  7. Clean bathroom
  8. Clean kitchen
  9. Change sheets
  10. Clean up surfaces in leaving room
  11. Dust
  12. Water
  13. Label Boxes
  14. Label Fabric
  15. Add embelishments to green shrug (maybe black ribbon with green sweater ruffles??)
  16. Fix bodice of 50's Dress
  17. Map out yardage of 50's Dress
  18. Make new pair of earings
  19. Make new skully necklace
  20. Make plans with friends
  21. email the tribe about the quilt

Friday, October 23, 2009

Falling slowly Apart

So about the great decline.... I have been going home straight afterwork... "eating" crap, watching tv, not making anything and generally falling apart.

I litterally get home and can't decide on something to do... even the indulgent crap that isn't bad for me. For fuck's sake what is going on. I am loosing all my drive. My verve, my thing that makes me cool.

I don't know what it is. Depression, whatever. I just want to get lost in trashy pulp romance books I can't afford while eating take out I can't afford that will make me sick.

Talk about downward spiral. And for the love of god I don't want to hear any pollyanna sugguestions about books I should read or ways I should meditate. Which means two things. One that some folks don't get it. And two that I am a hypocrite, cause I pollyanna the fuck out of people all the time.


I need little goals. Little little goals. And I keep thinking a list will do it. And I need to get laid.

But let us fall back on the list
  • Recon funky dress to vest
  • Finish Pillow and make cover (idea, get big needle to stablize contents of pillow)
  • Make costume
  • Make bats
  • Make lunchpail bag
  • Make bodice out of strippy fabric
  • Buy fusable webbing for fabric
  • Buy Muslin/lining fabric
  • Redo black ruffly skirt with new yolk that works with your ass.
  • Finish writting up pattern and yardage stuff for strapless 50's Dress
  • Redo dress on maniquin to have a better bustline
  • Make a BIG petticoat for self... knee length. (figure out yardage for a 3 layer piece)
  • Make stippy circle skirt out of knit material
  • Make small grim reaper costume (make pattern then cloak)
  • Make medium death costume (make pattern then cloak)
  • Make gym bag (knee brace, work cloths, make-up, work shoes, hair stuff, soap, lock)
  • Purge Closet

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Starving

Slept like a fucking rock and now I am raveounous.

1 cup scrambled eggwhites
half cup tea
cup of coffe
cup of green tea
water
2 quiche squares... all before 11am.

Gonna ahve a salad for lunch
(baby greens, almonds, poppy dressing, chix, cheese)

Gonna work out and swim today - as soon as I get off bart

Gonna eat fish thiny, brussel spouts and sald for dinner.

Gonna make lunch before I go to bed - This means cookin up some salmon to go in it.

Self Realization

I have been stumped lately when it comes to making much needed cloths for myself. And for the longest time now I have been puzzled as to why. On the train this morning while sleeping through my stop I figured it out. I don't like my body right now. So to make cloths  right now wuold be the equivilent of shopping when I feel really REALLY blobby. Ewwww. Talk about self esteem bashing.

So I took that energy and made home-made pre-packaged food for myself this week. And I skipped the peanutbutter m&m's this morning. And I WILL GO TO THE GYM tonight after accupuncture. Even if it is for 15 fucking minutes.

The other thing is that I have to return to this  journaling business.

So far today I have had

half a bottle of water
half a cup of tea
one cup of coffee
about 2/3rds of a cup of scrambled egg whites
Med. Salad
1 square quiche
Leftover eggplant and green beans

Went to accupuncture
Biked to the Y
Got a new Y ID
Did 5 min hard on stair thingy
Dis 5 min med on bike
Did 100 reps on arms

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

on sucking

So I utterly sucked at getting anything done after work yesterday... I just feel so tired and my neck hurts like all get out. But the knee is better... slept in till 6:30.

And I REALLY REALLY REALLY want something sweet. With peanut butter and chocolate.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Time to get off my ass

So the YK has been off at school for almost 4 weeks now. I think it is time to get off my butt and work on me for a while... I am finding my personal state of disrepair getting in the way of having fun.

I have improved the apt.
I have improved my stock of things to take care of myself with. (hair, make-up).
I have also been eating crap.
I have also not gotten any exercise to speak of.



So here is my little list of to do things today...

  1. Sort out Y membership
  2. Make gym bag (knee brace, work cloths, make-up, work shoes, hair stuff, soap, lock)
  3. Set alarm for 5:20 am
  4. Go to bed at 9:30
  5. Clean your room (put away shoes, make bed, dust, vacumm)
  6. Work on Bawdy
  7. Sort out laundry
  8. Purge closet
  9. Label boxes
Here is Wednesday's List

  1. Go to movies with Nik
    1. inglorious bastards, 7 cali
    2. Dist. 9, 5:15,UA
  2. Clean Bathroom
  3. Make gym bag (knee brace, work cloths, make-up, work shoes, hair stuff, soap, lock)
  4. Set alarm for 5:20 am
  5. Go to bed at 9:30
Here is Thrusday's List
  1. Make body double (pending finding a partner)
  2. Vac House
  3. Make gym bag (knee brace, work cloths, make-up, work shoes, hair stuff, soap, lock)
  4. Set alarm for 5:20 am
  5. Go to bed at 9:30


Today so far I have eaten
2 sm pkg of peanut butter m&m's
1 sm pkg of almonds
1 piece of quiche
1 big ass piece of coffee

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

I made the system my bitch (at least for a moment)

The YK got approved for a full ride for 1 year at fancy "get your head out of your ass kid" school in grass valley! Whooooo I am over the moon. Now I am just taking care of base details and pushing for a date.

After he is settled there will be pleanty of time for world domination.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Epic Fail

Today feels like and epic fail.

A $70 epic fail.

I am really sick. And I needed help. I thought I was gonna buy help with that money or at least ease the way for the group as a whole. I thought I gave clear direction but I guess not. I don't have a great desire to be a pushy bitch.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

limbo with a bad puppet master

but before I launch into a vent, I do have faith that there are some very nice people involved who will do their best.

But anyhow WSC called yesterday and said that I need to pick up my son by midnight tonight... love that notice... hmmm. Good stuff. They said that the insurance was denying any further benefit. Grrrr.

They are appealing the decision and I am trying to at least get them to extend till Ben get's here on the 8th. (though he doesn't get in till late and will be knackered) and to get them to approved for Herrick's day program. I won't know till today. At which point I will either have to try to get him on a holiday weekend.... grrrrrr. Or maybe see if Alex and Nicole could get him on the 5th on their way back up and just pay the bigggggggggggggggggggggg bucks to keep him there until then. God knows where the money is gonna come from.

Wow, isn't this gonna be fun.

Better Living through planning and help from kick ass friends

So I am writing this in order to take better care of myself and not fall apart. As we all know though follow through is everything.


Food for Rachel
Day one
2 hard boiled eggs
2 apples
Salad with a piece of protien the size of my hand and low sugar/fat dressing

Day two
2 apples
Salad with a piece of protien the size of my hand and low sugar/fat dressing
2 hard boiled eggs

Beverages
Water
Green Tea

I need to do this for at least two weeks then re-evaluate

Exercise for Me and Haz
Google calendar the classes at the Y I must take
Make Gym Bags Tonight


Basic Grocery List for 7 Days (Covers Me, Harrison and Ben)
4 whole chickens
4 lbs of some other meat/fish
4 bags (or 2 lbs) of mixed greens
4 tomatoes
2 doz eggs
14 apples
1lb butter
1 gallon milk
1 box cereal
1 loaf of bread
1 brick of cheese (cheddar or Jack)
2 pkg of pasta
1 pkg of rice
5 onions
5 lemons
1 pkg tortillas
2 pkg of beans
1 sack of garlic
2 bunches of cilantro
snacking fruit for boy
veggies for dinners

Staples bought every two weeks/1 per month
Soy sauce
sesame oil
splenda
tea
salt

Develop a schedule for who is going where and chores and such. Something like this for each day.

6am - 7am Rachel gets up, goes to work, takes gym bag and lunch
Xam - Xam Haz and ben get up, eat b-fast and get ready to go to Herrick
Xam - Xpm Haz at Herrick
Xpm - Xpm Ben to pick up Haz at Herrick and take to Y for XXXXXX
Xpm - Xpm Rachel at Y for class
Xpm - Xpm Rach arrives home, makes dinner, repacks gym bag, works, then packs lunch for next day, puts out fires

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

The moon is not only ice cold, it is here to stay - cat power

So the boy has been gone for 19 days now. It feels like a blink and like a year. I miss him. He was so blah on the phone last night though. I need to learn how to talk to him again. I was so worried about making him feel bad that I didn't talk about anything at all. I have no idea when him comes home. I miss the kid who watched movies with me. Or drew or talked about what he likes. I fear the nasty mouthed abusive child that is so like his father and my mother.

I need to write him today.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

only the 3rd level of hell

It seems I have been working forever.

It seems I have asked so many ways.

And still it remains that everything must be

settled in battle.

I just want someone to help my kiddo and end this crazy hellish way to be.

And making me wait is torture... and yanking my chain this morning was cruel.

It was unkind in so many ways.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

First a brief history of the last 5 day

Wednesday, June 3rd. Didn't come home until almost 8pm, no phone calls, etc and had a bike of dubious sources (it is possible he had it with the other kids' permission but I couldn't get him to even give me a last name or a phone number)

Thursday, June 4th. Invited an unknown number of kids over to the apt. after school where they drank, got high (but, Mom I made them smoke in the bathroom) and made a huge mess with stuff sprayed on the walls and all over counters and such

Friday, June 5th. Was suspended for 5 days for possession of pot and two kinds of booze. The school will be taking no other action.

Saturday, June 6th. Was told he could go to party at Stephanie's till late (10pm) because he had a ride home but ONLY if he called when he got to the party so I could talk to parents (yes, I was wearing rose colored glasses). Of course no phone call and he came home at a quarter to 12.

Sunday, June 7th. He had permission to hang out at the game shop on shattuck for a while and play magic and hang out with the "girls" but general rules applied - Come home before streetlights came on, call me every two hours or check in with his brother. I was unable to track him down and ended up calling the cops at 9:30 pm... when I was on the line with the cops he finally called in... He was at tom's and would be home (with escort) in 30 min. He was home at 20 til 11 but he did have an escort.

Monday, June 8th. Went to Dr. W's on his own more or less on time. Showed up stinking of tobacco and potentially altered. But did agree to take meds and see Dr. W regularly. When to the 5 pm Draft at GOB with his brother walking him home.

Tuesday, June 9th. I reminded him when I left for work that Dana was coming over to spend some face time before the IEP on thruday. He picked the time for her to come over. When I came home he had made a med. mess of the house... about a trash bag and half of crap sprinkled over the house. And more importantly he wasn't here... this was a 4:45. Dana was going to be here after 5 to meet with him and he knew it. So I started calling people to track him down. When I was doing that his friend Tom let it slip that he hadn't "seen him since he left school today" So it turns out he went to campus. Which is dangerous on so many levels and the place he gets his weed. Grrr. Also to be noted that when I was cleaning up I found a strange pocket knife and an old mint tint full of pot dust and an obvious attempt to burn some insense. And as of this moment he is MIA

So because of today and him obviously not being able to be alone for any length of time I am trying to see what I can do to get some sort of babysitting action organized - I really don't know what else to do. Any ideas?

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Things I appreciate about the YK

  1. His bright, clever smile
  2. His quite concentration when he sketches
  3. His social nature
  4. His sense of presence with small children
  5. His ability to lose himself when engaging with small children and animals
  6. His love of science
  7. His ability to play a kick-ass game of magic
  8. How much he loves his brother
  9. That he will kiss me goodbye even in public
  10. That he will watch cheesy sci-fi movies with me late at night
  11. His love of good, good food
  12. His adventurous nature, the boy ate salmon roe just to see what it was like
  13. His way good hair
  14. His ability to hang with adults
  15. His capacity to contribute insightfully to conversations
  16. His love of science
  17. His facility for making money doing something he likes
  18. His love of smelly boy stuff
  19. His fashion sense
  20. His sense of self
  21. His fluctuating voice
  22. His natural ability with a camera
  23. How secure he is with his sexuality and gender
  24. the respect he shows his female peers
  25. His bravery in telling a girl he likes how he feels
  26. His art. He is really really good.
  27. His sense of color
  28. His ability to be charming
  29. His appreciation of simple pleasures, like clean towels
  30. His potential
  31. His emerging honesty (I hope to foster)
  32. His outstanding spinach casadea
  33. His love of lentil soup
  34. His salad making accumen
  35. His sweet big brown eyes
  36. That he like to go swimming with me
  37. The look on his face when he changes his mind 
  38. His love of good strange stories
  39. His black sense of humor
  40. His silly times when we play poke
  41. when he sings outloud in the car with me
  42. His love of Christofer Moore books
  43. How much he loves watching the making of parts of movies
  44. The love of zombies he shares with me
  45. how happy he is with a good holloween costume
More to come...

Monday, June 01, 2009

27k reason's

Wilderness Program is about 440 a day... 60 days plus fee's = 27k

Ouch. That is what it is gonna take to save my kiddo maybe. double ouch

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Passive agressivness really does burn my ass

And maybe I am hyper sensitive to it. I can entertain that notion.

Anyhow this is what happened.

I listened to a 10 min. audio clips of some comedians. I laughed out loud twice. I may have snickered several times.

A few min after which I get told by a peer (a very loud peer at that)... "you gotta stop laughing so hard out loud lady!"

Not, hey keep it down you are bugging me, Just that she is on my side and I am a fucking bitch for not appologizing for laughing. I only appologized for bugging her. 

Which seems to me as totally passive aggressive. Oh, and she total me I had been doing it for like an hour... impossible as I hadn't even been at my desk for a whole hour. 

I just have a personal belief that human beings should not be told to stop expressing joy... 

I suck it up constantly over the noise on this row. And get told I wear my headphones too much... I can't win for losing with these people. 

When I told a friend about it this is what he said: 

"wait till you start hitting people..then they'll think laughing wasn't so bad"



Wit is gonna get me canned - either mine or someone else's

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

I need to write a song

about my work and my boss

Title options:

Soul Sucking Cube

Make it fucking POP

That old bitch hates me

Should I be scared?

Random shit to love:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjcH2UmK1uo&NR=1


So I posted this on CL:


quirky bbw lookin' for a freak


jonathan coulton, zombies, photoshop, css, spinach, costumes, painting, gluing peeps to things, rope, sex, conversation, they might be giants, the donnas, massive attack, tim burton, camping, kickboxing... these are some of the things I like. What are some of the things you like?
Oh, I guess I should also include some basic facts. I am in my late 30's, short, dark, and frickin' weird. I am a big gal (you can call it curvy, bbw or whatever but I like my self, fat and all). I am single, you be too ~ though depending on the sitch poly is okay. I tend to dig creative, quirky, geeky guys... it would be a good idea if you were older than 27 and younger that 48.
Anyhow if I caught your attention send me an email, tell me what you are down for and try to capture my interest — full sentences will help with that.
I can do the pic exchange thing and of course all the usually disclaimers apply: Be disease free and a safe player, do not be incarcerated, etc.


and when I went to the verifier part the word they had me type in was

men mortuary

MEN MORTUARY for fuck's sake! In a post seeking mr. right now or a boyfriend or some funny email at least. I choose to see it as the universe putting together these two things:

a post for a dude and a post with the word zombie in it

Friday, April 17, 2009

MUST DO THIS WEEKEND

Okay this list is so you don't forget to take care of things that are important or will cost you money

  1. Find Receipt for Glasses and send in paperwork to wage works
  2. Get form signed for $130.00 for Child Care pay me back
  3. Find old copies of IEP's
  4. Find old copies of report cards
  5. Do Bawdy website
  6. Do Mock up of mural website - and or content request
  7. Do photo prep for CE
  8. Do Laundry 

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sometimes

Even the best people suck

Thursday, April 09, 2009

weird and tried

Hello world I feel tired and weird. and tired. Did I say that.

One cup of coffee
ham and cheese b fast thingy but most of it made me sick and it didn't stick with me

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Shark mode

I am in what I call "shark" mode... keep moving, keep working, keep going or I'll just never get going again. I'll just die.

2 huge cups of coffee
1 20oz water
burrito bowl, no sour cream

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Lists because I just loves me some to do lists

Simplicity Coat 3672


Fabrics: Denim, Corduroy, Twill, Wool and Wool Blends, Wool Crepe, Wool and Wool Blend Coatings, Melton, Brocade, Shantung, Taffeta, Velvet. Extra fabric needed to match plaids, stripes or one-way design fabrics.

Notions: Thread, one pair of 1/2 in. shoulder pads. A: Three 1 1/8th in. buttons.

For the long coat
45in = 7 1/8 yards
60in = 5 3/8 yards
45in interfacing = 6 3/4 yard


For the dress length coat
45in = 6 3/8 yards
60in = 4 1/2 yards
45in interfacing = 3 5/8 yard

Friday, April 03, 2009

of the sweet and the bitter

So I am feeling up despite no sweeping windfalls of solutions or resources. Then again I am already rich by the people in my life so I don't want to get inured (sp) to the fact that I am very, very, very, lucky despite my very valid and stressful circumstances.

Now for what I mean by all that babble and the post title. This week a long time single friend confessed to his new smittened (sp) state right on the heals of the OK doing the same. And I want that for both of them. Yippee!. And my a pair of dear friends are celebrating their love by getting married this weekend. Again big ole yippee. So I am happy for and with them. And I want to add to the joy.

But in the back of my head and heart lingers this little dagger, this little splinter of loneliness. Most likely exacerbated by the fact I haven't had sex in oh, a million years.

Anyhow I feel better for writing it down. Kinda like lancing a boil. I am going to have a great day, a great weekend and I am going to let go of my expectations and just experience what the universe brings to me fer fuck's sake.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

feeling sad and beaten up

the rent is more than a month behind

the phone and pg&e are a month and a half behind

I don't know where the groceries are coming from next week

I need new chonies badly

I might lose my job in a matter of weeks

I am screamingly lonely

my youngest kid skipping school and is lying and stealing

he really hurt his brothers feelings by stealing from him

He goes through my stuff

I have to put a lock on my bedroom door

this stucks

I am so tired

Monday, March 23, 2009

Underbust corset

This is the second corset I ever made and the first attempt at making one the "proper" way and not being all costume-riffic with it. The piece is a combination of machine and hand stitching. I created it from scratch including the pattern after reading huge  amounts of things on line including some awesome tutorials and advice here.

It  is made out of inexpensive materials as this was a "learning" corset. Mostly cotton twill and denim with cable ties for most of the bones though I did use real steal bones for the area around the eyelets and a good steal busk. The trim was designed with muslin and netting to give that de-constructed look and the bottom trim was this great fuzzy black yarn I found. I was looking to extend the organic feeling of the roots.

This was a great learning experience and I hope to do another really soon. Here are some very poor pictures I took on sunday.

ubc_tree2


ubc_tree

Friday, March 20, 2009

to do today - aka trying to manage work through a drug haze

short recs
clean out bag
print out choli patterns
draft and print semi circle skirt
draft and print full circle skirt
confirm times with dixie and terry and craft group
pay pg&e
Pay cell
pay phone
do math rent
do ce grid
take dw tutorial
take notes an bawdy on line
re-email random - find out what is going on
Do materials list for new corset

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

getting my shit together

Tasks
Laundry
Dishes
Vaccume
work on Hazzy's room
    - pick up cards
clean bathroom
Transfer Stuff to hazzy's closet (games, tank, halloween stuff)
Make craft storage in my closet
Send rent check
make a budget
send help with summer ideas email
read toppping book 30 min before bed

Stuff
something for hazzy's cards
dish soap
quarters
TP
cleanser
office boxes

Food
1 cup oatmeal
2 cheese sticks
.25 cup guacamole
sm chips

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

responding for self

This was astring of email that got sent between me and my 36 year old younger sister. I spewed it all out here cause it was either this become a crying mess at work.

This was the email that started the trail:
The email I sent her when I was pissed off... still was days later:
Ya know what Sara. Keep your money. I will do a payday advance and pay the extra 55 dollars to get the phone I need to function as a parent.

Sometimes I just don't get you. You act so insecure and you say you want to build strong relationships but even with the sane members of your family you don't extend yourself. You keep score and put yourself first ALL the time. Strong relationships involve good communication and clocking time together and sometimes giving of yourself without begrudging it. They mean being there in meaningful ways not just material ways. You don't do those things. You act like a island and then complain that you don't have intimate friends/boyfriends/relationships. You are around for when things are fun or when you need something - a shoulder, technical advice, professional advice or whatever.

I come to you as a sister to talk about your nephew who needs help (more than once) and all you do is lament about "what is gonna happen to him..." and then you move on. With your actions you just write him off. You blow smoke about doing things with him (and nick when he was younger) only to interact with them about 4 times a year.

I have changed my plans, waited whole afternoons and opened my home to you for free for months on end. None of which I regret. That is what you are supposed to do for your community members. You say you want community but you don't act like it. People I have know for less than two years are more engaged and reciprocal in my life and in the the lives of my children.

I am just so frustrated with you. And quite frankly hurt. I love you but I just don't want to emotionally engage with someone so focused on themselves.

That was quite some email you sent me. I was taken aback and needed a bit of time to process it and try to find what the core issue is and the what the truth and falsehood is in it.
"How can you figure out a core issue on your own. You didn't ask me what I meant at any point. So your discoveries are one sided and based on only her point of view. That is one of my core issues. You are what you accuse me of being - reactionary, one sided and forgetful."

There are some things you wrote that resonate and make me think. I have in some ways kept myself at an emotional distance with you. You are a newish person to me. You said that you are closer to people that you've known for less time or they are "there" for you more, but you have not taken to account a huge element of our relationship.
"to clarify, people I have know for less than you have been "back" on the scene are more involved in my life, hazzy's life and us in theirs. Quite simply put they show up."


We are from the same family. All of the lies, pain and betrayal that this simple statement means is huge, scary and complicated. Don't dismiss it and don't ignore this underlined force at play in our relationship. Can two years eradicate the fear and mistrust we have regarding any member of our family? As much as you would like to forget your past, you can't. No one can. They would be lying to themselves. As much as my childhood or some things I've done or said in the past that I don't like, I am not going to try to pretend that any of it doesn't exist.

"I don't want nor think that our history - my ugly parts, your ugly parts - and the ugly parts inflicted upon us didn't happen. But I don't live with them as a constant millstone about my neck. At one point or another childhood is something that in a lot of ways I got over. If I didn't and don't continue to then all I would be is a flawed, fucked up mess still doing drugs in some trashy room. It is a choice I made after much pain and counseling. It isn't forgiveness for those who damaged me or forgiveness for myself. It is a choice to live as a person I love and respect to the best of my ability. Am I perfect at it? No. But for fuck's sake when I think about the passage of time and something that happened more than 15 years ago I choose to just get over it. I don't owe you for us having a crappy childhood. It is not a debt. It just is."

You have turned your life around. I'm continually impressed and amazed by you achievements and admire you. Knowing your past as I do, I can fully appreciate the change. But you were not always this way, trustworthy or honest. You used to lie, cheat and use people to get your way. I haven't seen that person in a long time and don't think I will but I can't ignore that I was acquainted with her.

"I know that I did a lot of ugly things. I don't pretend I wasn't a shit as a person. I don't pretend not to have hurt you. That was 15 years ago. I don't expect instant trust from you. I never did and never will really expect trust or even approval for that matter. You also assume you know all my past. You don't. Not even the parts where we were children together. I don't know all your past. I am taking you on face value of who you are with me now as an adult. That doesn't mean that I utterly trust you. It means that I give you the opportunity to earn my trust, hope I can earn yours in return. It means that I give you my energy as I can. It means that I let you into my heart, my life and the lives of my children. It means that I put myself in a position to be upset by you. I means that I hope we can learn how to be friends even though we are very very different and always have been. If you can't get over it then it is best that you be up front about that." 



You are right that building relationships is about being there in multiple ways, sometimes materially but always emotionally. I thought we were doing pretty good so far. Sometimes we get wrapped up in our own individual dramas but we still come together after a time. Oh, and if you think that I'm the only one that gets wrapped up in my dramas, think again. Until fairly recently, you were so focused on dating and your social life that whenever I introduced a different topic you, would soon after end the conversation. It made me frustrated but I knew that you were going through a big process and knew you would find a balance. And you did.

"We were not doing pretty good from my point of view. We were getting better at it. But you and I see things very differently and finding common ground is very hard. I don't think we are the best listeners for each other. And I don't think that you are the only one that gets wrapped up in your own drama's - I know I am not immune. And if I wasn't giving you the air time or whatever you needed from me in a conversation - you need to tell me because I am not a mind reader. To be honest when I used to cut you off it was because you get really negative and judgmental. And I feel attacked and blamed and just straight up bummed out. So I would cut it off. You stopped doing that quite so much and I tired different things like changing the subject when I felt like a big fat bitch fest" 


Shall I address some of the specific things that you level at me? I usually hesitate being unsparingly honest with you and prefer to have a leisurely dialogue. Usually your first reaction to criticism is one of denial and defensiveness, which results in you closing your mind. Zero to sixty in five seconds. But maybe, I have been doing you a disservice.

"Criticism! Who the fuck sets out to critisize their friends and loved one's? The way you go about providing information you feel I need to hear as "unsparingly honest" is not one I handle well. And yes I have very "in the moment" strong reactions to some of the things you say and how you say them. As for doing me a disservice I don't think you were doing it for my benefit alone. You were being a bitch and I quit talking to you when all you could do was give mean advice about parenting or about my personal style. You and I don't fight well. You can't beat me down with your version of logic like you can with other people. And I don't think you liked the reaction you got with your "unsparing honesty". You "spared" me as much for your benefit as mine. I spare my friends and loved one's my honesty when a) nobody asked me my opinion b) I am not prepared to back up my honesty with actions c) when I think it will cause more hurt than help d) when I think it will damage the relationship beyond recovery and leave everyone more ass-out then they already where. I will keep my critisizims to my self. I will honestly express how I feel or what I think when I believe it is the right thing to do FOR THE OTHER PERSON for FOR THE RELATIONSHIP. I don't think they are mutually exclusive." 


"need a phone to function as a parent"
No, because you have spent the majority of your parenting time sans cell phone. What you really meant was "to function socially". I totally agree and want you to have a fabulous social life.
" I appreciate that that is how you feel.. but you are wrong. The cell phone is how I stay in touch with him when I am in meetings, or commuting or not at home. It is how his teachers call me. It is the number his friends parents have. Yes, it has social benefits I don't deny it. And for your information I have had some sort of cell phone off and on for many more years than you have had one. Btw, I got mine restored with the help of my community and not through a loan."




"keep score"
Of what exactly? Money? Certainly not. Think back to the past year or so and the times when you borrowed ten, twenty, sixty dollars to which I never brought up until now. And frankly, I don't care about the money! If I didn't want to give it, I wouldn't.
"That is not how I meant keeping score. I do appreciate the pocket money you have lent me.  I am sorry if you interpreted it that way. What I meant was you keeping score from childhood. What I meant about keeping score wasn't in a competitive way... it was a reference to feeling like you are sitting on high with a report card and making black marks on it."

Or the dinners out that we have shared in which I have picked up the tab with pleasure and never suggested the it was "your turn". I have done these things because I want to. We both like to have a nice time out and it gives us a chance to catch up. I understand the financial burden you are under and now that I am a little more financially solvent, I am happy that I have the ability. I consider it an opportunity to say "thank you" for helping me as you have many times in the past.
"I went to those dinners because you wanted to go out. That was my mistake. I felt weird about not picking up my half of the check. I won't keep making those mistakes. I thought going out with you was meeting you on your terms. I much rather would have done something I could have afforded or clocked time with you doing something that didn't cost money. But it seemed so important to you to have a treat. Those treats were nice but not what mattered to me. Spending time with you is what mattered to me. Not making every time we got together all about doing it my way was important to me. Not the where or the what. It never was."



"put myself first"
I am not you. I am an unmarried person who doesn't have kids. I think all of us are in many ways focused on ourselves. Am I more then any other person? I don't know. I meditate on mine and others vanity, greed and self-interest often and find it is a continuous condition of human nature. Part of my journey as a person is to strive to become the person I want to be. Virtuous, compassionate, generous and pacient with others and also myself.

"I don't expect you to be me. You have spend your adult life primarily alone. I have spent my adult life primarily with people. We have very little understanding of the others life experience and we have gained very different skill sets by living those lives. I don't think that makes me a better person. I don't think it make you a better person. I do think it gives you and I very different perspectives and values. You say you are striving to be a compassionate person but I don't think treating people the way you want to be treated is compassionate. It is controlling. Being compassionate means meeting people on their terms sometimes. Outside of your work, not counting me, when was the last time you did something for someone else freely? Meaningfully? Without having to control it or run the show your way?" 


You are not immune, my dear, to doing what is convenient for you to do. Did you ever visit me when I was going through cancer? Or when I had graduated college?
"I don't think I am immune. I look myself in the mirror and I don't see perfection in that way. I fuck up. I get wrapped in my own stresses and woes. I try to do better with my actions all the time. I am sorry I wasn't there for you when you had cancer. That just sucks. I didn't know you (and only know you a tiny bit better now) and you scare me. That isn't an excuse - it is just true. As for when you graduated collage I didn't have the resources to come to Santa Cruz but I did the best I could with what I had which was send you FTD. I didn't forget, told you I was proud of you, helped you with your party invite and gave you the energy I could. It obviously wasn't what you wanted and it makes me sad to think I missed the target so widely."

I've let it go. Sometimes you have got to let these things go or it will haunt you and lay another brick on the wall of anger we all have around ourselves. I hate that I even had to bring these things to up make my point.
"I don't think you have let it go. Maybe you made it manageable but if you had let it go you wouldn't have brought it up." 


I stopped thinking of our relationship as conventionally sister-like a long time ago. It is how it is and we do what we can. Am I cold hearted and unsentimental about the conventions of families like Christmas or birthdays or Easter and the movie of the week schmaltz that tells us how relationships are "supposed" to be? I've had to let go of that fantasy a long time ago and accept people for who they are.
"Sara, the person I am values traditions even made up ones. I value making a version of those things you are disparaging. You purport to accept me (I am people) as I am but you aren't excepting of that. I don't expect you to honor my holidays. You should know though that having traditions and rituals has value for me. I hope that you would want to be part of something that has value for me and for the boys. Not all the time but in a way that works for you. But I really haven't seen that. I wouldn't have cared if you said that May 22nd was Sara Is Here Day and we all got on the phone and told jokes. I am sad that something that means so much to me, is so much a part of the little family I am building means nothing to you."


"don't spend time with your nephew"
Your right. I don't spend time with my nephews. Yet, all that anger should be directed toward the fathers of my nephews that let you down.
" Whoa. The anger I am directing at you is for you and you alone. The anger I have with my ex-husband is exclusively his and is proportional to his actions. Yours is proportional to your actions, and words, and promises broken. You made a false, though understandable assumption."


Sorry to break this reality to you, but you knew what you were getting into when you had your first child at eighteen.
"Bullshit. No 18 year old knows what they are signing up for. Did I make my own choices? Yes. Do they result in a life that involves scarafice? Yes. Is it really fucking hard sometimes? Yes. Do I regret it? No."
Did we grow up in a cookie cutter family that never knew single parents or sacrifice? You "lament" that you are the only one responsible...and?
"I do lament that I don't have a stronger extended family. I don't think that is anyone's fault. But I am not going to appologize for wishing it wasn't so. And I am not going to embrace someone into my life and family that doesn't desire to give as much as receive."
You grew up knowing what was in store for a single mom. Don't play ignorance with me. I ain't buying. Am I a calling card for our family and your disappointed expectations?
"No, you are not a calling card. And while I had an idea of what was in store I really didn't know. I wanted something different than what we had. And to some degree I have succeeded. Did I know how hard it was going to be... No. The life I live is very different than what we grew up in in so many ways. I don't have revolving door boyfriends and I do it much more as a solo act than our mother ever did.
I am angry with you because you say things like you will want start picking Haz up and doing things with him but you don't follow through. And you don't come to me and say you won't/can't. You just pretend like you never said it. I get my hopes up and it is very painful when I get let down. You do the same with Haz. You told him you would take him out for his birthday 3 years ago and then you didn't. I know you said you let it go because He didn't show enough interest. I have talked to him... he doesn't want to show you he cares because then he doesn't have to feel angry and let down. You yank a lot of chains that way. I hope you can see it from a kids point of view... not from just your own adult perspective." 



Oh, sweetheart, if I am right, you might have to pay back something. Aren't you the one that drained our mother's bank account when we were teenagers and stole her cocaine, her one source of income? Again, so full of indignation you, my sister. And stole money from me when I had a job a fifteen years old?
"Now you are just being mean to be mean. You are coming off like this is all about me getting what I deserve. Well, bully for you. I hope you feel rightous and good about it as you spout your fake endearments. Maybe this is karma maybe not. I choose to try to make my life a positive place. I try to take those lessons learned. This is what I was talking about when I said keeping score. Your seeming delight in the crappy situation and it is repulsive and scary."

We can't forget who we are. Or should we.
"I have never forgotten. I was a fucked up, selfish, greedy, damaged kid. What I did was straight up wrong. I don't deny it. I do try to understand it. To learn from it. Our mother did ten times the damage to us than I have ever done to my children. That is a fact documented in courts where I am listed as as a victim and as a defendant."

Come home to roost is an apt description of your position. Haz is a mirror reflection all your wonderful qualities and your glaring faults. Too smart for his own good and too ignorant to accept any other information. Manipulator of the most common sort. Purposely, twisting anybody up to support thier own reality.
"You speak as if he is an adult. He isn't. You speak as if all he will ever be is your version of a reflection of me and not his own man. You speak as if you know all he is as a person and you don't. You judge. You opinion is based only on the very little time you spend with him and is biased by your opinion of me and the baggage you carry from childhood. Children especially have an opportunity to change. And those changes will be brought by the people who take the time to make an impact in his life. Not those who are fly by night visitors who offer nothing but critizism. Some of the things you say about him are true and can be laid at my feet others are his own. And he will have to decide what kind of person he chooses to be — same as you — same as me."

It's my own fault. When I came up here, you constantly talked about Haz's "bad"teachers and "bad"principles, giving him an open forum to disrespect his superiors. And you talked about your own "bad" managers" who don't deserve respect. Well... you taught Haz not to respect authority. Did your think you were exempt from these examples?
"Hazzy did have some crappy teachers and one really bad principle who is being sued for some of the things she did wrong while he was a student there. And yes I didn't raise him when he was very young to respect authority. I went with question authority approach the same as I did with Nick. And you know it was the wrong way to go with Haz. Wow. I am not a perfect parent. I am doing what I can to fix it. I never claimed I was not responsible... but I am not the only one responsible. Everyone in a kids life has an impact including the people who don't show up. (I mean his father not you here). "
You whine that Nick was so much easier but you don't allow for one thing. You live over everyone. He is totally repressed by your personality because his is not of the same temperament as you. He doesn't argue, because maybe he wants to survive your overwhelming personality. I can't speak for him because he is an adult, and has his own emotions. "LoL. You have done a really good job of expressing your own opinion - Not Nick's. You don't talk to Nick. I asked him why he doesn't call you. Maybe you should, you might be surprised in what you find. Did you know that nothing you said is news to me or Nick? That we talk about the fact I have a really strong personality. Did you know that I talk to him almost every day... he calls me. As for you saying I whine about how easy he was... I will watch that. What I am trying to express is being at a loss... I want for Hazzy a lot of things that Nick got but I don't know how to duplicate the results for him."
But even I, as an adult don't want to battle with you. Logic doesn't matter when you are irate, only loudness and whining. You have got to be right.
"I am a woman with a strong personality. If you don't like it there is nothing I can do about how you feel. Only you can do something about how you interact with me and how you deal with it. I am not going to change who I am because you don't like it. I don't share your logic. I don't agree with you and I back up my positions with passion. I am not always right. And I work hard to admit when I am wrong and correct it. I am not perfect at it. But I hate to break the news, if someone disagrees with me it doesn't make them wrong. And that statement applies to you too. Stand up for yourself and quit complaining about when I do."


Yes, your first instinct is to question him, but ask youself this question first. Will you tell him who his father is? Will he ever ask you who his father is?


I know who his father is no matter what lies you found convenient to tell. I told him to ask you first and if you won't tell then, with many trepidations, I said I would tell him the truth. He has never asked me and I have vowed to myself and to Nick to never lie to him. And I won't. If he ever asks me who his father is then I will be as candid as I can.


But Jesus Fucking Christ, tell him first! But don't worry, you've got him so cowed, he won't ask me unless I am on my death bed or he his. At the end of the day I don't really care about how you feel about it. This is a person's idenity you are playing with! No matter how fucked up our childhood was, at least we knew who our parents were. This is a person's right to feel how they want to feel about who they come from. It ain't about you my dear sister. Vanity should stop here. And don't try to spin this with him like how you tried to spin it with me back when. I remember names and dates.
"You think you know so much. You don't. I had the DNA tests done. It is a matter of court record. His dad was a drifter that I met at the Denny's on Ocean one night when I was partying with some friends. And we have talked about it. Since he has no connection to that person he has been planning to change his last name to Rubio since he was 14 years old as our Dad spent a huge amount of time with Nick before he died. So fat lot you know."

But guess what. These two people are so talented, intuitive and smart it brings tears to my eyes. They have some of the worst and best of our breed what can I do? Should I make the effort or should you to bring me and my nephews together? Should we blame each other for not trying or fix this communication?
"Sara. I have and will put myself out there again to fix communication between us. Your relationship with Nick, you have to repair yourself. I will support you in repairing it but it has to come from you not me. As for your relationship with Haz. I support you in having one with him. I think you could really make a difference in his life and he yours. I also think you could just do more damage. So in that regard I am very cautious. Neither he nor I can take many more let downs no matter how much you think I deserve them."

Is it for the best? Do you really know what I am about and found a step ladder to my core? Am I am evil making person who only cares about myself?
"I don't think you are an evil person. I do think that you don't have a lot of practice having relationships as I know them. I see a lot of selfish things about you that you don't want to think about. I don't think you are the only one who stuffs things away about themselves you don't like. All I have to go on is what you show me with your actions some of which I find hurtful and selfish. I don't think that is all you are or all you can be. If it was I would have told you to fuck off and never darken my door again."

By the way, your use of "community", easily dismissed. Those are YOUR words to describe YOUR feelings. Did I ever give you the false impression that I don't have some wonderful friends that aren't "there" for me? I wasn't clear.
"I got a totally different message from what you have communicated to me. I also have a different meaning for "community" than you do. And that is okay. You and I have very different needs and desires from our communities. I you choose to accept the invitation into my life, extend me one of your own we will need to come to a better understanding."

How ever you feel about me vs. our childhood, let's talk. I think we both have something to say.

If your email encapsulates how how you really feel about me. Well then, don't expect me to beg for your love and acceptance. Guess what, I have learned through our family's drug addiction, pain, fear and just plain stubborness to say...fuck you. I will live on. Past condemnation. Past everything.

"My email contains how I feel sometimes. It is by no means the total of what I feel. It is not false. It is my opinion. It was written by a very upset person. I don't expect you to beg for my love and acceptance and I won't be begging for yours. You did a very good job of setting an example when it comes saying fuck you and where that can get you. Some of that example I have followed to my benefit. Other's not so much."

Next move yours.

What I actually wrote back to her:

That was some email I sent you. I was upset. In many ways I am still upset with you. I do appreciate the time you took to write ever so much. I could go point by point through your reply and get into counter rebuttals but I choose not to. I did find what you had to say very edifying. I do love you. I will continue to love you. Some of what you had to say showed me that several key points in my email are quite true. You put a lot of effort into hurting me and have succeeded. Ugly things are true about both of us for certain. Picking and fighting and wounding each other continually over those things is not something I choose to do with you. It isn't productive and it isn't positive. It doesn't clear the air and just creates more hurt. You have shown you don't like or respect me. I can (and have) live with that. I do believe that we are both flawed human beings and I hope that you love me. If you desire a relationship with me I will meet you half way. In order to do that I would need a neutral safe place that can be provided by family counseling which my insurance covers. I will leave it up to you whether or not you want to show up or not.

With love and regret,
Your sister Rachel

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

measurements

done loosely with a set of headphones and a ruler. Dressed.

waist 41
hip 53
under bust 43
bust 50

Measurements for waist cincher project
waist 4
under bust 43
just above hip 48
just under rib cage 40.5
process to just under bb 14.5

Underbust 43
True waist 41
Hips/widest part thereof 53
True waist to hip 6.25
Underarm to true waist 12.25
How long you want the front of the corset to be 13

Thursday, December 18, 2008

just to get up that hill

a line which should be proceeded by "a whole lot of tryin'"

So I am doin' a bit better today. Still in a bit of a financial mish-mash. Have ton's to do at work. and the house isn't a sty. Got a call from berkeley pd as YK was caught on the street smoking in freezing whether with no sweatshirt by an off duty officer who was really really nice.

I also got my yearly "it isn't his fault" passive aggressive letter from my ex mother in law. biotch.

I finally have a hook on what to get the kiddo's fr christmas...

YK gets:
  • wheels and bearings
  • black sheets
  • black painted room furniture
  • xmas pj's
  • a hat
  • socks
  • gloves 

YK gets:
  • underwear 
  • sock
  • gloves (good ones)
  • a hat (a good one)
  • 3 months of YMCA
  • Maybe a coat 
  • x-mas pj's 
I am gonna get myself something nice.
I am gonna make Jack, Kaleal, Adam and Tom some scarfy pressy's.
I need to bring in the cookies for the work folk tomorrow.

I am going to do laundry. Call lu back. Make a coffee date. And make myself something cut to wear for x-mas eve.  Maybe a dress or skirt from the red fabric which needs to get washed.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

So I have been treating my self like shit

I am not taking care of myself. I have been eating things that hurt me, not setting my self up for good habits, spending money I shouldn't without thinking, not drinking or exercising enough, setting myself up for rejection, being a flake and beating myself up for it. Just general low spirally crap.

I am the only person responsible for taking care of me. While I am lonely am just fine being alone. I want to care about someone and I want someone in my life who cares about me in a truly connected way. I am a good person. A generous person. I deserve to love and be loved. I need to stop being candy ass about it and do a much better job of loving myself. That doesn't mean putting a bunch of goals down and feeling bad about it when I fail. To feel good I need to exercise, paint, be a better parent, and meet people to care about. To feel good I need to take better care of my body, my home and my spirit. I have everything I need to be happy. I want to find someone to share with and listen to.

Let's start with some small goals for today.

Call the school
Call Kiaser
Call Lu
Get money into the account

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

fucked up wed

It seems that all I ever do here is complain.

I didn't eat the stale lemon bread... compulsive eating avoided
My hair cut is bad, I dropped 4 things already, I forgot stuff to work on at home, I feel ugly and way way fat, my chair broke, I am more crabby than can be and my feelings got really hurt.

There was a call for participants in an art show. I stepped up and was seemingly accepted. So I went to work producing for it. Working really really hard in fact. Investing actually money and pulling resources from my friend base and everything. The promotional materials came out and I was the only one left off. And I am super hurt and offended. What the fuck??!!@#$%^^&**(

If I don't hear back by today about it I am gonna just bow out and fuck them... I will find another group to play with. I will take great picks and post my stuff on Esty and Craftster et all and they can just bite me.

Monday, November 10, 2008

just fucking write it down

.5 cup chorizo and eggs
2c coffee
1.5 cups soup n dumplin's

baby bike ride to bart home and back to bart this morning

Monday, October 27, 2008

fucking hate this place

This so so so so sucks.

Now someone with no background is working on what digital printer they pick in MF... even though I had be asked to work on this project in previous iterations including going out to and working with the rep.

Now I am being asked to vote. Fer fuck's sake. Three weeks ago someone asked me to work with the new rep once they bought a machine. I am so fucking offended.

It is like all the work I have done before here and all my background count for nothing. Absolutly nothing all so someone can trump themselves up as a leader.

Micromanaging cows.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

rolla-coaster

Sad. Blue. Bummed. Horny. Lonely. Tired. Right handed.

So I have been harshed in my last several one-on-one's. Including being told my co-worker bitch about me behind my back. Mmmmmm. What a way to inspire me to trust others. How nice. Apparentally high performance not only doesn't count - it counts against me. So I get offered a couple of communication classes (she picked them) and was asked which one I wanted to take. I responded with they were both good and I would take whichever one was good for the business. To which I got this reply:

"[me],
Please, the decision is yours.
[her]"

I kinda took it as sarcastic and bitchy. So I picked one, told her the cost (big bank) but I figured she was the boss and she wasn't gonna put a class in front of me that she didn't want me to take. Silly me. I feel utterly set up to fail. Like here, pick one of these classes, do it now... psych! One was a trick choice and now you are screwed. And the message is that I am not worth it.

I just feel utterly de-motivated. And I didn't feel like that before I spoke with her. I was tired but pretty up beat. Grr...

On the up side I am down to 224! Yah!!!!

I have had a bit of a Protein shake today and not much else. my goal is to be down to 214 by the 11th. Which gives me 12 days.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

a memo

hey... change the title bar text on all your pages for bsp.com you dork. And redo your artist statement with what reese wrote. And put together a pimping kit. While you are at it research frames for the 24 x 36 big red mess and the 30 x 30 piece... or research how to make a cool distressed steel frame - oh and see if you can buy a decent used palm sander.

love yourself

Thursday, August 28, 2008

rollin' rollin' rollin'

Ode to smart men with beautiful eyes.

I need to write one, and ode that is, to smart men with beautiful eyes. I had lunch with one and he was just plain delightful. God what a smarty... I must remember the miracle that non fiction topics are. And the cute euro accent didn't hurt either.


So here I am back on the wagon so I will end this post with what I ate today.
B-fast was a home made protein shake
Lunch was about 1 6th of a Boudin salad mostly the protein parts and the nuts.
Dinner is gonna be leftover curry

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Getting on the ball

Minimum list of to do's for art
  1. Install hanging hardward on at least the four abstracts.
  2. Back frame lemongrass
  3. By Frame 11 x 14 for Nettles
  4. Get wood block and hanging hardware for dia de las muerto's series (28 block, hardware for 7 pieces)
  5. Back frame red and gold piece + hardware
  6. Get hardware for at least 20 pieces 
  7. Measure all existing work and make nameplates for them
  8. Write up statement 
  9. Figure out budget 

Thursday, August 14, 2008

the moth approach

So it occurred to me that I could sometimes fall pray to the moth approach to amorous connections. Ya know where the shiny thing distracts me and captures all my attention. Then I just end up burning my self out on it. Eewwww. I would say that I was gonna do all this introspective work and find a new healthy strategic approach to it but let's be real here. I am going to have to depend on luck to see me through... cause I have to be genuine in my interests both with my self and others. Sometimes that means being a fly by night little tart. Sometimes that is gonna mean being brutally honest and taking a pass on things don't ring my bell. Phew that is all worked out.

So I had dates (minor ones - meet and greets) set up for tues, wed, and a date date for tonight. So far both Tuesday and Wednesday have flaked on me at the last min. I am hoping I can at least score one out of three for pete' sake. Please O' Universe I would like to spend some good times with someone who is a) attracted to me b) I am attracted to and c) is available

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

been kissin' loaners

So I have been kissin' loaners... other women's men. Not so say that I have been a low down dirty poachin' bitch cause I haven't. They had permission to play. Heck one wife or two were there at the time. But that being said the loaners thing is sort of weird. The women in question are really way more important to me than getting play and for that matter the friendships maintained with the men are super important too! It was all in good spirits to begin with. I think the mild awkwardness may just be rampant paranoia.

On another note I am meeting 2 new people this week and hanging out with several others. Whooo hoooo!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Linda Ronstadt Monday

This post was originally titled "body image and comfort zones" but that sounded like a therapy group or a self help book... so fuck that. I am youtubing my ass off and immersing myself in Linda's feminist rants and torch songs... and I am not even pining over anyone. In fact I had the best weekend ever! I got naked out side with in semi-public. I felt great about myself. And was taught by great people many a lesson on self acceptance.

One humbling realization was how much I look for validation from social mass before I act. And how uncomfortable I am doing my own thing with an audience.

There were many other realizations and not too few wonderful experiences. One of the things I am gonna do is let those experiences go unexamined. If I pick them apart they will lose their magic.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

false desperation and genuine crushing loneliness

So lately I have been taking a pass on several romantic (or carnal) opportunities that have come my way. Why? I am genuinely lonely but I guess just not desperate. So why do I feel desperate sometimes? Like there is a giant clock and I am running out of time for finding someone and that being alone is this great curse? I think I will blame it on western consumer culture and the internet. I watched this great bit on stuff last night and it dawned on me that if I hadn't been shopping at the fast food window of amorous connection I wouldn't feel quite so bereft.

So where does that leave me really? Am I actually that powerless to change my own state of existence in the way of a relationship? Or does it speak more to my snobbery in that regard.

All I do know for sure is that I need to stop reading crap and I need to work out more and paint more. Oh and while we are wishing work less.

Disclaimer: Despite the sad, pathetic state of mind that this post implies I am really not feeling all that depressed. I am more blue about my art content generation weekend being canceled than anything else and unlike my love life I might be able to do something about that with the instant satisfaction machine that is craigslist.org

Monday, July 28, 2008

Having the Devils Email address

So after said rowdy party from last week I was digging through my bag to discover a phone number and email... of a salacious man. I confirmed said identity and was also told by the person in the know that it was the number of the devil and I should burn it right away... it only made me want to call it more. I guess I just am not that moral. ;) lucky me.

Raising the bar - what a good snog can do

After the best party ever and a really good snog or two the bar has now been set a bit higher. And I am re-devoting myself to myself... namely not wasting so much of my energy on lame guys. I would rather go to the pool or aikido for pete's sake. I had my yearly ha-rah and it was fan-fucking-tastic.

Now it is time to buckle down, love up myself and my family. I will just take all the loneliness and channel it into art! Dark, pining, bright art!

OH, and Did I mention I was down to 227 and that means I have lost 47 lbs!!! Just another 90 to go! Whoo hooo.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

And here we are

So it has been almost 2 months since the surgery and I am finally feeling fantastic... not that eating isn't still fraught with challenges - but really it should be ;). I am going back to Aikido this friday -- grrr.

Phone call from the Y-camp. Hazard said "bullshit" during a baseball game and was not going to be able to go on a big trip... the biggest on of the week. I paid a lot of money for this camp and by god they are gonna take him!! Grrrrr. He needs to keep it together.

But back to positive things. I am down to a consistent and solid 230, I gave away all my cloths that were too big and as a carrot I am waiting until I get down to 215 before I buy any more cloths for myself.

I am totally inspired art wise - started my day of the dead series... bloodsweatandpaint.com

And started taking pictures and such for a erotica series... it think it will be sorta dark at then end but quite fun to do. I need to practice my figurative work badly. And I really need paper... lots of paper --- ooooh, I will bring home the stuff that has been in the drawer here. Yippy - it is layout bond but that is okay. And I need a proper set of pencils and charcoals.

We will also be restarting blue tryp... though we might segue over to covenworks.com



And lastly updates. So quirky east coast guy (now known as Lipstick Dave) wasn't "feeling it". But at least I got a brush off phone call - Unlike Bad-Manners Jeff. So it was a let down but crushingly so... it was just another little chip of rejection and that is never fun. But on that note I am gonna pat myself on the back (cause no one else is) for being brave and still putting it out there... I keep trying and meeting new people - risking that rejection. Which makes my stomach clench up but there it is.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Extemes

So in order to shake off the aftertaste self-doubt and freakiness from the weekend I posted the list 100. (which I will post to one of these days)

And wow did I get some interesting replies. The extremes were crazy... and I loved it.

One was the "Scottish" as in from Boston, punk rock bagpipe player with lots of tattoos, who said he was a massage therapist... but really works for Walmart (Walmart = evil). Even though I posted for a sub it turns out he is a top, oh and he is in the middle of a messy divorce and battle for his kids, who are 1 and 3 and the next isn't born yet and he is not sure if it is his. But he was alternately great working class and all loving and accepting of people. He offered free tattoo's and massage and orgasms as part of the so great fun punk rock package. And lives in the sticks but is an aces musician and all celty from here to tomorrow. Someone I would make friends with in a hot tick.

I had one really good and one great conversation last night! And at no point did I hop back on YIM and type for hours to someone who isn't into me.

The last conversation was really great... what funny fun cleaver guy. He totally hit my cleaver dry humored east coast guy button. What I like to call my Ira Glass spot. And he has a great voice and never repeated himself. Ding, ding, ding! And for quirk factor, my god he had it in spades. De-frickin'-lit-ful. According to him he went through the list and matched to a tee. Eeeeek and he is a working artist. His kids are 10 and 13 - and the way he talks about them got me to the warm fuzzy "good dad" place.

And he took the old man bar project idea and made it even more fun!!! I totally want to go do it with him, and a few of my other choice old man bar appropriate friends. How fucking cool is that!






Sunday, June 22, 2008

From Satuday Night Special to Crash n' Burn

First of lets start off with some facts. then I can move on to what lost me sleep and had me feeling sad and down and determined to shake that all off.

So, I am down to 230.5 and it has been harder than I ever realized it would be when I started this shit. But like I said I am down to 230.5 and that is a big deal. Especially seeing as the diff between 246 and 230 had been with me sitting on my ass compared to everything else I do when I get to live my real life. Been having lots of belly discomfort that I can only lay at one door.... my own. I am starting to deal though and learn what behaviors work for me. ie. Eat slow, tiny bites.

now for what the moment holds

the first thing I need to say to myself is: Don't get angry. Going to the angry place is just a way to deal with your hurt and sadness and you really need to deal with what you are actually feeling.

Okay now that that is done.

So last night I had a light play datey sort of casual thing. Everything went well at first. We had lots of fun and it was fun. I was really interested in this fellow. I loved our time-losing conversations which we had almost every night this week. He was charming and cute and I was attracted physically. He was great company.

He got what he wanted. I didn't get what I wanted or needed.

So last night, after a huge outpouring of energy on my part and a good time had by all . After which I wanted some affection. I just badly wanted one good kiss. Just to see what it was like and get a read on him and to feel that ever important connection. I asked and then went after that kiss.. and didn't get it. He froze up. Not even a twitch of the lips, which were sealed like fort knox.

When I asked mid attempt to get my proper kiss... I got a " I am shy... " coy smile thing. Which pretty much felt like a huge brush off. Now there might have been a lot of real reasons for the freeze up... but I am feeling what I am feeling regardless. And that is pretty freaking rejected. And I feel sad and hurt.


Now part of that is my bad - I didn't take enough time to explain what I wanted and needed. Not that I discovered some it until I didn't get it.


So, now that I have just shed my little tears. I have to ask myself what is going to get me that feeling. And I know that it is affection - physical affection. Hugs, and pets and kisses. Touch. And it doesn't have to be sex - though I want that too.

I want someone who is into me. No matter if the play agreement is no sex or no limits. From now one all my play partners need to come to that standard. Because he got what he wanted but I don't think he was into me... and I feel used and small and very very sad. And as I sit here looking damn cute, I just feel achingly lonely. And I don't want to feel this way. It sucks and it is painful. And I am a good person, a good lover and a good playmate. I deserve to feel something not this - to feel apprieciate and wanted.

But as I am finding out there is way more to the story.

Update... Nothing I discovered made the above untrue. Well except that I discovered a theme song for this adventure. Cicatrix by DiRtBoX

Thursday, May 29, 2008

extras

1 scoop (30g)

calories 94
fat 1.6
carb 2.8
fiber .8
protien 17g

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

so so so so so tired

and stressed out about money... grrr. Need to make more fast.

Hungry. Tired. Meetings. blahh. I wish someone would just scoop me up and make me go take a nap... can they read me to sleep too? Pretty please.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The lost week

242.6 lbs and gassy as hell

So I consider the last 7 days a lost week. I just wasn't myself. I lost perspective made ungrounded choices and was so alone I was almost hysterically paralyzed by it. I was frantic and I couldn't sleep and I was so so so hungry. And I didn't feel like myself at all. Before surgery I was such a together person and the recovery seems to have taken that all for me. I felt like a slothful tweaker. Well I am trying to make it all stop. I want me back.

Tuesday, May 20th was surgery day. I was super freaked out about weighing in either at or OVER goal weight and I had worked really hard in the weeks before .... but part of that hard work was tripling my work outs. On top of that in previous weigh-in's I was all bloaty from my period. So my numbers sucked. On surgery day at home I was something sick low like 240 but when they weighed me in on this ooooold fashioned scale I was wearing this circus tent of a gown... you could have fit four of me in it. There I was 243. Five lbs under goal weight. The surgeon was really happy with me. Besides being super sick from the anesthetic I think everything went great. I wish I would have walked more that day.

The days afterwards were just this toppsy turvy blur of feeling hungry and sleepless and having bad shoulder pain. My friends were great though. They all helped when they could and were generally outstanding. Despite that I need some nurturing. And I don't think I am gonna get it from friends. But that is the nature of being alone. That fact is the source of a lot of sadness. And I am working on not being alone. Being not alone isn't just about someone taking care of me but also of me taking care of them or just making life more interesting than it is solo. But way back from childhood I have know a lack of care and protection so I crave it deeply and feel it lack profoundly.

Physically a week later I am still having lots of pain in my left shoulder. Ewwww. I go back and fourth between feeling bloated and crampy to being hungry. And I am just ever so focused on food and my body. Christ. I just didn't focus this much on it. But I worked out today!!! Ya. It was only a 30 min. Tae Bo but hell, I broke a sweat and I did it fer fuck's sake.

So I have some new goals. Goal one. Only get on the scale once a week. Goal two. Go back to using this venue as a food log. Goal three. Exercise a min. of once a day.

These are this weeks goals. Next Tuesday I will report on progress.

Long term goals.
  1. Find a carpool to the We night support group.
  2. Start a "too big" cloths box to give away.
  3. Start a photo album for the progress of all this. To do this I need to do the following:

    • Find full body photos from before September 2007

    • Take full body photos every Tuesday night


Today's Intake


4 oz. Unsweetened apple sauce
cal. 50
fat. 0
carb 12
fiber 2
pro 0

Pacific Natural Foods Butternut Squash
3 oz.
cal. 34
fat. .75g
carb 7g
fiber 1g
pro .75g

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

slice and dice

They did it today. The surgery went well and I now have the lap band. I was down to 243 (with gown) before surgery and I am now 426. Water and such I suspect. I am dosed to high heaven right now. Happy though. I am uber healthy and I couldn't have expected a better result.

Will be more introspective later. Need to write a good bye post to my fat. I am no longer afraid to be me without my suit of fat armor. I am plenty strong enough with out to slay my beasties, be loved, to love, to dance. Life is not a competition.

Monday, May 19, 2008

eeeeek... they are gonna cut me tomorrow

So I did it. Made the weigh in two lbs under goal this morning (246lbs) which means I have lost 25 lbs since I started.

I am gonna find out my time at 1:30 today.

I am totally freaked out but happy

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger

So I have recently found there is an inherent danger in long drawn out email contact without depth. This being contrary to the more obvious danger of email contact with depth with which I have much experience with.

One can start to crush on the idea of what you want someone to be as opposed to who they really are. In fact wanting to be in "like" puts one is a precarious position all together. Not a bad thing but something that one should be aware of. Especially when the person you have contact with (via email mostly) has all the superficial hallmarks of someone I could be really really into - the hallmarks of a perfect boyfriend light (expiration date included).

I think I am spending waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much time in my own head and need to stop being a narcissistic black hole of loneliness. I shall embrace my loneliness and use it's power for good.

song: "The Three of Us - Show Mix"

Loggity Log loggerson - cause it helps

bfast = protein shake (odwalla)
lots of water

lunch = lean cuisine

wt= 247.4

yesterday did pilates + minor swimming
tonight gonna walk a couple of miles

Monday, May 12, 2008

up up up --- ohhhhh, then down

and if only I was talking about my weight and not my mood. I was such a moody freak this weekend. Only a PMSing pinched freak like me could manage not to have fun at a beer festival.

Grrrr. I think the come down is part of not working out enough last week and being all worked up about the snipping on the 20th has me feeling blue. Of course my timing is most excellent and I mixed all of those things in with a good does of mother's day blues.

Eeeeek. This will get better.


b-fast
1 protein bar

lunch
lean cuisine

drank lots and lots

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

What numbers don't mean

So last week I worked my ass off and I have been doing pretty good with the food. But I checked the scale this morning and it looks like I am gaining weight. I know I am bloating (PMS) and hopefully gaining muscle. With that in mind I don't want to slack off and am looking good diet for my liver for next week.

I am also gonna get a tape measure to see if I am at least going down in volume if not in weight.

Trying very hard to stay in good spirits.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

draggin' and braggin'

So I am still draggin' ass here on tuesday but I must do a little bit of bragging. I really really got off my ass last week.

Sunday - Swam for 45 min
Monday - Cardio Kickboxing
Tuesday - Carido Kickboxing + Swimming
Wednesday - biked like a fiend
Thursday - Swimming 45 min
Friday - Aikido 2 hours
Saturday - biked for 1.5 hours
Sunday - Aikido 1.5 hours

Mouuuhahhhahhaha.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

On body Image

Very odd. I was on the platform after seeing the folks at Kaiser and getting my surgery date and had an epiphany. I am perfectly okay they way I am and if my body doesn't change that is okay too. I am cute and good enough - dare I say worthy of all the things I want to get/give. Ya, know like love, sex, attention, time. I think this is the first time I was truly aware of being okay with myself since I was about 3 years old. It is nice and strange.

On another note, what with the surgery being in three min or less I am gonna have to slow down on the dating... In all honesty I would rather be spending my time working out or finding a way to do martial arts again.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

upswing

smaller and smaller 247 whoo whoo. And I am now nagging Kaiser for an appointment. Laggers.

It smacks of desperation

So the following are a couple of emails I didn't send. Mainly because there is something pathetic about it... and I am just not that hard up. On the other hand I did write them. Oh, well.

First Email I didn't send

Subject: Hey

x,

So if you were gonna take a pass with me it would have been nice for you to let me know. Just good manners and at the end of the day I deserve at the minimum courtesy.

peace,
[me]

p.s. I ran across this on Saturday and thought you might dig it.
http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2008/03/14


Second Email

Subject: Karma

x,

So I was thinking back to our conversation Saturday night and how bothered you were by folks who didn't reply to your emails... who left you hanging. It seems in light of that the least you could have done gotten back to me and let me know that you weren't into me. Just food for thought, ya know? Best of luck finding what you are looking for.

[me]

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

rejection

rejection sucks

I don't want feel this way.
And I guess I do. I asked the universe to gift me with things that matter. Well If the rejection didn't matter I wouldn't feel this way. What is the lesson... Be careful what you ask for?

I think it feels this intense because it is a effective reminder of past rejections, particularly the break up with my ex-husband.

Oh, well. I am moving on - it doesn't do to wallow. It would have been nice to at least get a blow off email though. I well and away deserve that.

Monday, April 28, 2008

oh well best not to dwell

Silly crushes... Oh, well. Time to get back on the horse as it were. And in my case beat the hell out of it. I have cast the net again, now with an even more precise idea of what I am after.

notes to self

Be yourself - your brash, blunt upfront, happy puppy self. And fuck the world if they don't god damn love it!

It is okay to want what you want.

sex
kink
friendship
a crash test dummy
toys
affection
conversation

Interview the next person you want to play with


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Horny. Horny like a 14 year old boy - including intellectual capacity.
Fer fuck's sake


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bought some toys. Sent flirty aggressive email. (put myself out there). I am kinda riding the let down that he hasn't called me or responded since Saturday am. Yup in a funk. Despite that I feel good about the (names omitted) thing. I also feel good that I made a move email wise, because if it turns out (as I pessimistically suspect) that he isn't into me, then I would rather know now than a day or two later after I have spent time fantasizing about him - though I may not be able to prevent that. Oh, well. Trying to distract myself with work. Grrrr. Crushes suck. I love having one. I feel alive and hopeful and down all at once. If this one doesn't pan out for not there will be others. And crushes can just be that. And they don't have to pan out into relationship or even friendship. I thing the let down feeling comes from knowing that I want that crushy feeling — and it is much harder to get than a date or sex — and now that I am feeling the beginnings of one I don't want to loose it. I was worried that if I tried to grasp it too hard I would make it slip through my finders — but when I think about dealing with a submissive guy and me being honestly me that is ridiculous. I am brash, bold, upfront and the right kind of guy for me is gonna find that exciting, endearing and attractive. And fuck all the fools who don't.

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I spent the time getting to know him. I liked him, got mentally creative... then NOTHING. FUCKER. Someone is gonna get punished.

I am currently a bit bruised just so you know though. I am coming off a crush on someone... turns out they were less than honest about being into my type (big) and I went and spent the time to get to know them, liked them and then *poof* nothing... which isn't a big deal. Really it is no harm no foul. It would just be a pain in the ass to get all flirty and excited about someone only for it to flop on that basis

Monday, April 21, 2008

Virtual Leg humping and mug shot chicken

Both new experiences that came my way this weekend

Virtual Leg Humping
The occurrence of one party in an introduction IM conversation only being able to speak about sex and taking ever statement made by the second party as an inference to sex or a sexual innuendo. This becomes virtual leg humping when the second part is actually talking about working out (or something similar) and the response by the second part is to take it as an invitation for sex. The other criteria for this dialog to be considered virtual leg humping, is for the overtly horny party to be good natured yet clueless.

Mug Shot Chicken
This is an email interaction that happens when Internet dating that goes like this.

First party posts on a board for a boy/girlfriend, partner or fwb or nsa and request a photo upon reply
Second party replies asking for a photo without a reply
First party requests that the second party provide the originally requested photo
The second party replies specifying that a photo will only be provided after the first party provides one
*at this point it has become a game of chicken. A "who is desperate enough to cough up the photo first" thing.
The first part refuses and requests the idiot second party to read the post, admonishing the second party about playing mug shot chicken.


On a totally separate note. I am down to 248.5. And the goal from Kaiser was 248 (as of last week).

today. lunch 4 crispy tocos, three cups of fruity tea

Sunday, April 20, 2008

It ended October 2005

I got out. Thank God. But I really like what I wrote... there is something so genuinely me about it that I feel it is worth keeping.

the nature of want

"want" is vastly different than "would like to" in my book. For instance I would like to learn to speak spanish, thai and travel to Oz. I would like to get an extra work out in this week and get an extra camping trip planned in for the summer today. Those things are on an utterly different level than the things I want.

The things I want I actively make time for and devote energy to. The things I truly want I go out an get. No exceptions. I want to eat healthily, finish the design on my portfolio site, take pictures of my art, practice flogging, and make connects to people therefore I make time and spend energy doing those things. I may not do them perfectly right off the bat. I experience different levels of sucess but at the end of the day I am sincere in my actions and devotions to the things I want.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I was the stinky deli lady

and there I was. hopped on the train after doing all the am stuff I was supposed to do....

made the kid lunch
made and packed my health diet lunch
ate b-fast
remembered book
dressed
got tampax
got to work before 8:30
prepped the gym bag
checked bank account :(
got out the fucking door

I walked to bart (ick) and was feeling sort of thin. All was going well. As I trotted down the stairs to get the SF train I caught a wiff of deli and quickly scanned the crowd in order to find the offender and avoid them. But as I moved quickly down the platform the scent was gone and I felt like I had dodged a minor bullet.

I sat down mid-car and when I opened my bag to get my funny funny Christopher Moore book, I was assaulted by the pungent oder of my healthy healthy diet lunch. I quickly moved to cover it up but then as the train ride progressed I could see the other riders start to notice it. Some looking around suspiciously, my seat-mate shifting strangely and giving me the eye. That is when it dawned on me.

I was the stinky deli lady. It was me. I reeked.

It was humbling. I now must invest in some kind of smell proof way to get my onion ladden lunches to work. Once can't flirt on the train if you smell like a sandwich.