This is a smart car. And I want it.


I might be able to afford it with my new job... :)

Sunday Night Raspberries

With raspberries at the bottom of my cocktail glass, I've begun to really see what I want. Less drama, more me. Me sounds selfish, but after worrying about friends for so long, I just want to be okay by myself. I have a list of things that I want to do. And now that a secure future may be at hand, I can dream of the little things. Sewing class, cooking class, ceramics class, do I need to go on? It's about time I stop worrying about the future and focusing on the now. This past week I have had a little bit of a handle on that. With drama enveloping the first part of the week, I've decided to ignore it for awhile and see how I like it...

I don't miss it. Or the short-lasted comfort.


What I do miss on the other hand, is the comfort of a friend who knows me so well. The potential of a long lasting relationship, where both parties are willing to work on things. It's nice to take a step back and realize what it takes to make it through life. Playing in the snow, getting lost, and the forever ambition to make life better. I know better now, and I hope not to forget it this time.

Friday I had an interview, which honestly fell into my lap. Networking is a keyword I never paid attention to before. Out of the mouth of a strange coworker,whose sister needed a hard working employee. With the possibility of a really neat job, I know how important it actually networking is. One of the largest collection law firms in the nation they have decided to consider me for a skip tracing position. I get to find people all day long. I think of it as detective work. I absolutely won over my interviewers, now only a few little details in place hopefully I can relax.


I know what I need to work on. Maturing socially, slowing down, and looking at the now instead of later. And after cookies from a very old friend, I realize how important the female friends are in my life.


And the raspberries were delicious.

baked potatoes

The strangest day happened to be yesterday. After a heavy night of drinking I am trying to piece it all together. The day was hell, full of bad wisdom teeth and fighting, then a break. The night was full of drinking, game, and dancing. Obviously I was drunk otherwise I would not have danced. As I sit here, I am a bit blown away (and hung over) over what had all actually occurred.

It's almost over.








Also, baked potatoes are the cure for the sick stomach of drinking.

my disgust keeps me awake

My fingertips are holding onto the
cracks in our foundations,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And everytime we fight I know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons,
'cause I am so bitter.
I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate,
'cause they are much fitter"

Yes it was childish
and you got aggressive
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.


Sometimes songs just sum it up better than I can.


It's just really bad now. 4 am, wide awake, writing a blog. Maybe it isn't my stress that has been keeping me awake. And unfortunately the wine-oh it does not help me to sleep.

It was so good before, so young, so hopeful. Promises, monsters, and flying glass. What a mess.

swimming through cities

I am walking through the city, and Imogen Heaps Hide and Seek is playing in the background. I have long hair again and my body looks like it's under water. As people walk by they stare at me. I am the only one walking this way. As everyone passes, people try to touch me, but only feel water. Then everyone begins to run the opposite direction. It looks as though people are screaming, but all i hear is the music. I finally get to my destination, which is a monster like Godzilla tearing down buildings. He stops and waits for me to get there. I stand before him, and put one hand on his scaly skin. A burst of water shoots through where i just touched him. I touch him on the other side and more water bursts through. Eventually i destroy the monster, and the city in under water.

You really have to listen to the song.

only one glass left

Nothing turns as it should. Yes I have a pretty good idea of how things should turn out for me, but alas to the world jokes, I become gung ho and only come out with bruises. Nothing learned except don't trust whats easy, or hard, don't trust yourself, or the world, life is just a mess of guesses. The fear of dying with nothing to look forward to in the end, is probably true, and your secret hopes of heaven is probably a delusional hope, which will only leave you bruised. Or just nothing but dust in the grave. Which isn't as depressing when you have finished a bottle of wine, but even more depressing when you only have one bottle of wine. The last glass before bed and not even 8.


I get into bed, pull the covers over myself, then close my eyes. But even with my eyes closed, they feel like broken shades at a top of the window. My eyelids let the sun shine in. As the dam has been pushed through, the rubble flows through. The river sparkles of my stresses. I stand by the over flooded river watching money, morals, and family float by. My faith just sunk to the bottom. Not really a big dwal, it's not like I ever got an answer from it anyways. Faith was never too close to me. But as I take a gulg from the wine glass, I never really was too close to Faith either.

3 weeks since my last normal nights sleep. I wake up at least 2-4 times in the night. Perhaps tonight, I will sleep through the night. And perhaps tomorrow, there will be no worries. Or perhaps slightly less worries.

bare-faced

With sloppy wet hair, I walk out the door and pull my ugly sweater down. I wish it covered my knees. I'm bare-faced to the wind, and it isn't holding back. It swirls around me, finding holes in my clothes and replacing the heat I had gained and replacing it with a bitter cold. Even in my car the cold never leaves me. And as I listen to mindless radio, or cd, or even the quiet nothing but the hum of my exhausted engine, I think of the waste spent last night. Although falling asleep with my niece on my chest was most comforting, the cheap wine aftertaste that surrounds my mouth this morning reminds me of my sad drunken texts. More so bitter than sad, I suppose. I still haven't shed one tear since the day.
Either way, I have figured out that 6 glasses of wine makes me feel worse, but then everything is roses when holding my niece. So whenever depressed, hold a baby and the world will come back together.

swirls of gray

The mornings are easier. Even though I awake to the dreary grayest day, I'd still rather be present in the morning. For the past two days my mind has been clouded with a fog, slowly lifting, and I am able to make the outlines of what's next. I'm no longer at home and with all the other changes it overwhelmed me at first. I now find comfort in the unfamiliar home that is becoming quite comfortable.

And as always I look to my future. It is almost frightening to be able to make decisions without any restrictions. Nothing really holds me back, I just have to decide. To stay home, save up, go to school part-time. To move, with a friend, take out another huge loan, go to school full-time.

Oh the choices...

Actually. In between the strange crying fits, I feel some sort of relief, and hopes of some sort of friendship.

What a strange place I'm in now

Almost every other day, I have written something in this box, and by the end of it I realize it's pointless so I delete it immediately.

My brother went back to Iraq last night. Unfortunately I didn't say goodbye, so I feel a little guilty. With his leaving, my sister-in-law is very adamant for me to move in as soon as possible.

Opened up a savings account, and the very attractive bank account manager, asked me what I was saving up for. I thought about it for a second, sighed, and then replied, "I actually have no idea."


I have a feeling that I will never be satisfied in life.

the only thing that keeps me going are future plans.

i plan to be everything. sylvia plath had to choose, but I will not.

I feel like I have a rope around my neck and unfortunately I am dragging along with the person that holds the other end. Please just let go. I don't want to be tied up in your messy drama. I thought I was let go weeks ago. And all I can think is, if only a few moments had been changed... If you aren't going to let go, push me off the edge and let me hang.

Sometimes I really have no words to write in this box. Everything that happened this week is so trivial compared to Chloe Isabell's birth. And for a note, I was actually in the delivery room during the labor, and it is much more intense than anything I could imagine.

old tricks.

First week on the job. With Nanny and Cartridge World, I am working 11 hour days. Which by friday, I am exhausted and looking for a break, or a nap. But this new family has been great, my first day they gave me a gift welcoming me to the new job as the new Nanny. Then throughout the week I have received encouraging notes about the work with Baby. But it has been the best start to a job ever. I feel in the zone, and even when I am frustrated, I've learned techniques to calm myself. Which I should transfer from nanny world to social world.

I have to say in the chaos which is life, I feel so happy. I may be tired, maybe even frustrated at times, but I feel so content. Things have begun to seriously work themselves out. Such as health insurance, bills (as much as bills can work out, and the relief of refusing drama. I'd rather be the ears to listen to someone else's drama than the mouth to tell the personal story. You can dig up your old bones but I'll keep mine buried.

pumpkin gnocchi in a butter sage sauce

Isn't it a wonder how I've had my fill of certain people. The past few days I've felt stuffed mentally of course with drama that should have nothing to do with me and physically which parallels the moments I am with my certain relative (and others). Really no more. I'm full. The first few bites were delicious, now the taste is a little too pungent and nothing I can do can remove the taste. I'm so over each topic, it has all been said, but yet no one listens to themselves or me.
These days I honestly don't have time for the pungent taste. It's too much to get over, so I am afraid I'll have to avoid it completely. But hey if you tried to stop shoving it down my throat maybe we'd have a decent conversation. Maybe it's too much to bite off, and I've ended up at the other end asking everyone else how it is and now no one is noticing that I am choking on my own bite.

So when my stomach's full and my thirst's quenched I think I am going to walk away satisfied next time.

cobwebs

My mind is set on autopilot. Smile, nod, make a reply that actually makes sense to the conversation and isn't a fragment. Half the time I really don't know what I am saying, I'm just trying to get through the damn sentence. It doesn't really matter though, half of the things you say, you've said before. You are my father's brother's daughter whom I never see, and choose not to talk to. Really i do not need to be saved by the catholic church and no I never wanted to be a nun. But thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I would prefer if you had no concern.

I zoned out a bit there, i can't really focus, my memory has faded a little,I have to write everything down. I found a letter the other day, which in shock I threw into a drawer for fear of someone finding it. For fear that i might find it and send it. Or the letters to myself I used to write that are hidden in the yellow room down the hall (shoebox in the closet).

I'd rather make terrible mistakes in life than listen to your crackpipe advice.

Love and kisses.

overboard

Honestly, I'm a little cranky. I have hit a dry patch in writing in the white box. I've started to write then I would just become too exhausted of my own thoughts to continue. And I'm kinda still there. I find myself needing a glass of wine everynight. My mouth begs for a cigarette. But I just end up sitting here restlessly talking to a guy I should not be talking to, drinking a glass of wine I should not be drinking, and wishing for things I should not be wishing for.

Perhaps part of growing up is realizing that your wishes have become dreadfully small. I wish all my debt would go away. Which I suppose is not that small because in a way it is saying, I wish I could start over.
I wish I didn't have to get up for another glass of wine. I wish I didn't gain 5 pounds over my highest weight yet.

I also would love to just leave my retail store high and dry. But I can't do that according to the world.

I would also like to hang out with anyone I like, without the worries of compromising my relationship or a friendship.

I want to live on my own.

I want to be able to afford ingredients for great unmade recipes.

I want to be ok with God. On my own terms and no one else's.

And I don't want to be a downer...



too late.

watered down

A big storm came through last night, you'd think with the lack of rain in ohio right now everything would look lush and green, but instead everything looks watered down and heavy. Like the air and the plants have too much to carry.
I feel the same, heavy and too much to carry. I'm cynical of the upcoming job, i have become so used to failure and things not working out- that i expect it. And in every relationship I assume there are the ups and downs. We are doing good and we are doing not so good. This part isn't quite not so good yet but it isn't good either. And while another trails behind me, being more than friendly, I feel as though I am in a game of chess, looking to far ahead into the maybe zone. Over analyzing is my game.
Joe asked me what I wanted, I had to answer that moment and there wasn't any restrictions, so there could not be any excuses. He said he wanted to get into a car and drive off to deadwood. He would have zero worries of car problems or money problems. He wouldn't have to worry about his job or family or friends. Honestly- when he asked me what I wanted, at that exact moment- I felt like baking.

I am a simple girl with simple pleasures. When it comes to the most base things in life, I'd rather see someone else happy then be comfortable on the sidelines.Life is better when you can make someone else improve their day. I'm a gift giver, a cooking mama, a big hugger, and an even bigger lover. So tomorrow I think I am going to take out a couple recipes and begin to improve someones day.

the old and the new

The cycles of life make my head spin. Went to a funeral yesterday, my first open casket. It was strange to see the man laying there, knowing it was just an empty shell of a man who once was there. It was harder to see his family sit there, watching each person giving there respects to this man's life. I didn't know him to well, I am close friends with his daughter, who is having a difficult time handling this. I don't have many memories with him but what I do have is full of beatles, rock shows, and an old man who was a little too flirty with his daughters friends. But still always such a cheerful man.
And on the day of his unfortunate death the circle made it's full round,and a new life has begun. Joe's niece has come to this world. A little earlier than expected, but she is well. Welcome little one, I hope the lights aren't too bright and the nurses are gentle with you.


And in the pulling of the tide, I'm still waiting for things to begin. The stress of bills will always pull me into the reality that I cannot live life until it is paid full and clear. I've begun to go through time, by pulling out old memories in my closet. Some are dusty old laughs, some are unfortunate memories I wish I hadn't pulled out. But as I pull out each one, I sort and clean, get rid of the old and put the new in it's place. It's refreshing to have things in it's place, although it's a mess now things will be where all should be. Perhaps afterwards the waiting won't be so long.

Maybe in this interviewing stage of hell I should remind myself of rules. Do not leave an acceptance of a job over a message. It's been 2 days and I haven't gotten any validation of the message.
The interviews are seriously hell. The phone tags, the analyzing of what they meant, deciphering red flags, finding out if they are psychos. Oh and the rate game, no one wants to ask how much they are willing to pay or how much you are willing to be paid. My favorite part is when the parent prints out a sheet of questions they found on the internet and decides to use them. Unfortunately dear parents, I've read the questions, and have had a lengthy course on interviewing skills in the nanny world. Ask me all of those questions and I will answer them to your heart's content.
Honestly, I love kids, I want to nanny, and I'm tired of the games.

Everything else is ok. Relationship is good. Family is moving along. Friends are the usual mess. Bills are out of control. But still nothing that isn't to new or something I haven't seen before. I feel like I am in the limbo stage of life, just waiting to get to the next part.