If I could make my head space, fridge space right now, I’d be a very happy girl… ok.. woman.
I so don’t want to grow up, or be responsible. But I have to be, and all the things that are going on, seem like to much. I want to make my head into a fridge space, so that it will be numb and I can just get through all the things that are going on, without the tears and heartache they are bringing to me.
I know feelings are good things, the heartache only means I care about the people affected…. but the fridge space in my head would just be temporary, until things were resolved. But then again, there would be different things to deal with when my head was thawed.
So I settle for chocolate…. with a little bit of denial… and a lot of hope….and faith….
I’m looking forward to sleep… I just don’t know when it will be.
The arms of my last, first date is a place I always wanted to visit and haven’t made it there yet.
I’ve fallen in love with collecting scrapbook supplies (what they are for… no idea).
Six of one, all of them, in my pocket is best.
Addiction is a disease.
The people who think they can sing on American Idol crack me up!
And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to seeing some friends, tomorrow my plans include sports… again and Sunday, I want to catch up on all the things I’ve missed doing this week!
The first time I heard this song, I completely ”got it”. When I was trying to decide if I was going to stay married…. or take back control of my life… I used to play games with my ring. I’d turn it around so that the wedding ring was on the outside when I knew I was leaving, when I was still trying the wedding ring was to the inside like it was the day of wedding. The wedding was beautiful….. the marriage left a lot to be desired.
Sadly, when I left, the only way to do it was by calling the cops. The x was more worried about the ring, I’m guessing so he could pawn it for drug money, so he wanted it when I left. He got it…. I got the kid.
As I become more aware of me, more aware of when the shell…. thick brick wall… I’ve put around me, is coming down, I’ve started to call bull shit on others more. I should have been doing it all along, but didn’t know that it was ok.
As I thought about the word foul, I realized, like a game… being a who enjoys sports, it’s easy to do, foul is a much more comfortable word for to me to use. And I can use it with a child.
Having not been a good role model in the boundary department with my daughter, and wanting to be now, when something is not quite right, foul would be a good word to use. Some people will understand, others won’t and will think of it as an inside joke. I don’t mind having them with people I care about, they can be kind of fun. And in this case, a fun thing could help in making setting boundaries a lot easier.
Calling foul is just one step in learning how to set boundaries, but it’s an important step. Sometimes calling foul can be in ones own head, just to acknowledge something is not right, or to lead to a discussion. Just as long as it’s not confused with a ball, bat, and mitt, life is on a better life.
Back to doing Friday Fill Ins …. so nice to be getting back on track!!
Once I was pregnant, and I loved it!
I’m sorry for anyone being sick.
Today at work I laughed a lot.
What’s the deal with leprechauns all about?
If I make a mistake I own up to it.
When I woke up this morning, I thought I want to sleep some more.
And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to hanging out at home relaxing with my daughter, tomorrow my plans include sports, sports, and more sports, and Sunday, I want to oh… I’m not sure, something about a game… baseball maybe….!