Conversations with Crackheads: Ma-weed

Me: Hey Twinkie, what time are we leaving?

Jess: I was thinking 730ish since it doesn't start til 8, but if you old bittys need to leave earlier than that, we can:) 

Ok, come over anytime after 6:30.  We don't care when we leave:P  Is Bryan coming to play with us?

He's debating, but he was pretty excited when I told him you guys were riding with us.

Good:)  I like to make fun of him!  Tell him I'm wearing tight jeans!  He has to come!

Haha!  He is fun to make fun of!  I am fun to make fun of, too.  That's why we are ma-weed!  He better not flip you upside down in to the tight jeans. They might rip!!

Love Ma-weed!  It reminds me of Miracle Max from the Princess Bride:)

I know it!  Did I tell you my uncle did an entire scene from that movie during the wedding rehearsal at the church?  Mawage...mawage is what bwings us togetha...hahaha...he talks like I spell!!

Bahaha!  I love you:) I threw a princess bride wedding shower for Laine:)  I love that he read that at the rehearsal!!

I know!! I think it threw PJ off a bit, but it was freaking awesome!  So the day of the wedding when he stepped up to do the reading, he winked at me and I had the hardest time not busting up :)

That's so cool:)  I don't think it would throw Jen...she already knows we're crackheads!! Now I'm scurred to wear my tight jeans though!! Might have to wear my mom jeans in fear of being bent over!

She ended up thinking it was funny, but her face at first was what made me laugh:)  I know it's going to be fun!  Maybe you should bring a spare pair of pants just in case!

I think it's more likely I'll piddle in my pants than split them!!

If you pee your pants, I'll just splash some water on mine so you don't fell left out!

Cracking up!! My co-workers probably think I really do smoke crack!!

You don't smoke crack!?!  Man, tonight's not going to be as fun as I thought it was!

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Find the grace...step away from the drama!

It's REALLY easy to find characteristics and traits in others that DRIVE US CRAZY. 

One of the secretaries at my office will not do the dishes.  REFUSES. She's been here for four months and I'm fairly confident that she hasn't done them once.  She can hear when the other secretary does them.  She can hear when I do them.  Does she think she's too good to do them?  Does she think she does more work than us?  Who knows?  I could easily let this eat at me.  I could feed the negative thoughts when the other secretary vents to me. 

Instead I've made a conscience decision to step away from the drama.  When the other secretary vents, I let her get it all out and then tell her 'thank you for doing the dishes'.  I usually continue to praise her and tell her that we really do appreciate that she helps out with the break room duties.  She feels appreciated and we both end up laughing because I refer to her as Cinderella.  I do the dishes on the days she isn't in the office.  It's not hard, it doesn't take much effort and normally I enjoy the break from my office.  Find the grace, step away from the drama.

When it's something I feel more passionately about, I have to use more focus to find the grace. 

For example, take a loaded question: Can you believe the way he-she-they acted?

It is SOOOOO easy to respond to this question with drama: No, can you?!  What is his-her-their deal?  Why does he-she or do they need to act like that? 

Practicing:  Oh, whatever, maybe they had a bad day (exhale)!  Do you have any fun plans for the weekend (inhale)?

Inhale the positive energy, exhale the drama! (Yes, I am really liking yoga AND I have successfully completed TWO 1.5 hour classes QUIETLY...no talking whatsoever!)

One of my friends posted a challenge to find three graces found in friends.  What a kick ass challenge!  I've been trying to find the good in others for a while now.  When you find all of the good things that others have to offer, it is much easier to let the characteristics that drive you batty, go! Poof, they're gone, you only see the person and their good light!

The secretary that doesn't like to do the dishes LOVES to talk about her grandbabies.  When she talks about them, her face lights up and she's a different person; a more lovable, kind soul that is full of grace.  When I don't want to do the dishes, I make it a point to ask her about her grandchildren after I've washed the last glass...and I don't feel bitter that I washed the glasses when I see the good light.

I'm going to try this with all of the wonderful people in my life...join me?




 

Conversations with Crackheads: Sexy is Hard Work

Crackhead: I attempted to RSVP for the 2 of us.  I'll let you know.

Me: Okie Dokie!

I also attempted to braid my hair this morning.  It was not pretty.

LOL!  You are second person to tell me that this week!

Maybe you should offer braiding lessons?

I can attempt to teach you anytime. For free:P Are you shopping at all before Saturday?  I need a mat.

Probably I need a birthday present for X.  Why don't you have Ben pick one up at Meijer?

Yeah, I could have Ben get one! Great idea! :)

I'm not only sexy- I'm smart too!!

Bahaha-did you just choke?

Hehe:) Love it!

Not only did I fail miserably at braiding my hair, I then did an at home Keratin treatment and I now look like I washed my hair in BABY OIL!!

Bahahaha!!! Are you shitting me?  You're toooooo much:)

Not shitting you...did it just before I had to be in Y's class...so I sprayed the heck out of it with dry shampoo:) and teased it!

Bahahah!! I'm so proud to be your friend!!!

And.......it lasts 6 WASHES!!!!

If you have thin hair, you have to use less;)

NO SHIT!!  I figured that out now!

Sexy is hard work!!!

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Cami Cammers

When we had the monsters, the thought of one of them being shy NEVER crossed my mind.  I assumed that they would all be like me: outgoing, loud, obnoxious...EXTROVERTS.

First, I had Lilly.  Even when she was in diapers we couldn't shut her up!  She will talk to anyone.  When she makes her list of people to invite for a party, it's a scroll of never ending names.  Some monsters that I don't even know show up on the list.   When a few girls were talking about her party in class, she came home crying because she didn't want any of her classmates to feel bad because they weren't invited.  Her friends think she's wild and crazy...she is wild and crazy.  She's not scared to stand and speak or sing in front of a crowd.

I know how to handle Lilly.  She is just like me!

And then I had Camille.  And she's attached. And she hides behind my legs when people try to talk to her.  And she is scared to try new things. And she's shy. And she needs me to hold her hand when we are out in public. And she doesn't want to go to school because she doesn't know the teacher. And we have to go over that I will not leave her at school or soccer or tumbling EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.

She couldn't WAIT to start tumbling!  She wants to be like Lilly so very badly.  And then she's finally old enough for tumbling, but she's too scared to stand out there by herself.  And ya know what???

 IT DRIVES ME CRAZY!!  

To the point that I threaten to not let her participate and tell her we're going home unless she walks her skinny little behind out on the mat immediately! And she hides under my arm and tells me that she's scared and Mylie isn't there and Kiki isn't doing tumbling this time.  So, she's scared. 

WHAT!?! ARE YOU SCARED OF, CAM!?  I'm right here!!  I'm sitting right here, watching you for the hour class when I could be at home getting something done each week.  WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF!?!  And I turn into evil Mom and I can't hide my horns.  GET ON THAT MAT, CAM.  We paid for this class. YOU wanted to do it. Get out there!

And then I let her stand there, nuzzled into me for a while and calm down.  I ask her again why she doesn't want to tumble, but instead of yelling I use a calm, soothing voice while I hold her hand. 

Because I'm scared.  You said you had to run home and get something for Jeff and Mylie isn't here and there isn't room to stand by Izzy.

Camille, I'm just going to run home quickly, I'll be back in a few minutes. Ashley is right here if you need anything.

But I get scared when you aren't here.

Jeff, can you swing by and pick up Paige's stuff after class? 

Sure can.

Ok, Cam. I'm going to stay right here. I'll walk you out to a spot right next to Izzy, Ok?

Ok. As she wipes the tears and tries to collect herself.

AND THEN...SHE SMILED AND FLIPPED AND CHEERED WITHOUT A CARE IN THE FREAKING WORLD THE REMAINDER OF THE CLASS!!!

And if this were the first class OR the first time we went through this routine, it would be one thing.  However, it's Every.Freaking.Monday.  Every freaking Monday I ask her if she wants to go to tumbling.  I tell her that I will stay and watch her practice.  I tell her that I love her and she's a big girl and she can do it....AND SHE FREAKS OUT. every.single.time.

Often at the end of the day, I know that I don't handle situations with her properly. She's an introvert and I need to respect that. Sometimes though, I get VERY frustrated with it. It's hard for me to understand what is going through her pretty little head full of curls and I forget that she's different.  She responds to criticism differently, she likes to speak to me in private, she needs the extra assurance of my hand in hers for now.

I was able to bring a couple of my friends to the dark side (out of their shell a little), but I can't push Camille until she's ready.  She's not ready.  Hopefully someday soon she will be more confident and able to go to tumbling or school or soccer without fear, but she'll probably always prefer a smaller group of friends, a quiet conversation over a loud party, notice over a surprise...AND THAT'S OK.  I did marry her dad;)

Below is the best advice I have found for caring for the different, VERY DIFFERENT personalities.  I'm going to print it out and put it on my refrigerator.  Oh, and my friends at tumbling, please whisper in my ear to be patient with my little monster.  We all know I need a LOT of practice with patience!! ;)

"Stomp your feet and yell with me or I'm NOT going to be your friend!"

Source: decrescenzio.blogspot.com via Laura on Pinterest

Practice What You Preach

Don't you think it's so much easier to match your behavior to your beliefs and ideas when things are running smoothly?  Or when you have something to look forward to, it's easier to stay positive and upbeat.  Things that on some days would drive you to tears, can be brushed off and forgotten about if you're in a good mood.

What about when things don't go your way?  How do you deal with disappointment, stress, sadness, jealousy, fear, anxiety?  Can you still practice what you preach?  Can you walk the walk when it's not sunshine and rainbows? 

Sometimes I have to remind the people around me to stay positive, focus on the good, find "the thankful" even when it's hard.  Nobody likes to be around Negative Nancy and Debbie Downer.  It's just not fun!  Recently I had to remind myself and I wondered how others cope with the stresses of life. 

That bloodshot eye in the picture above is mine.  I most certainly sneak in tears when I need to.  But then I try to rally.  I think about all of the ideas in my head, I add them to the things that I know to be true and start to move forward. 

Often when I need to rally, I open my Bible.  I have bookmarked pages that I find comforting with cards, pictures, or notes that I've written to myself.  I read a few pages or the note that's marking the place and I feel like I can breathe again.

Usually talking (bitching) to Aaron or my friends helps, too;)

When I really wanted to cry and feel sorry for myself, but I needed to be strong, I hid in the bathroom and jumped on Pinterest and searched "thankful".  I read a few quotes about being thankful.  I thought about all of the things in my life that I have to be thankful for.  I knew that I couldn't be anything but grateful.  I have so much goodness in my life and squishy cheeks to kiss anytime I need a reminder. 

The little eyes that inspect me oh so closely at every turn do not need to be burdened or even sense that I'm upset most of the time.  I need to teach them to find the positive, not concentrate on the negative.  I talk about finding the light, searching for the positive, being thankful in all situations...ALL THE TIME. 

Sometimes I have to regroup.

Take a step back. Focus.

Be thankful and find the light.

"Never separate the life you live from the words you speak." Paul Wellstone

Something sweet to chew on:  Practice what you preach.

Conversations with Crackheads: Ever-growing dumper

Me: No baby yet?!? WTF!!

SDD: Dude, tell me about it...I'm willing to do damn near anything to get her out.  As long as "anything" includes eating nachos and/or sitting on my ever-growing dumper.

Me: Lol!! I love you:) Are you still working or just sitting on your ever-growing dumper as V trashes your house?

SDD: Still "working" (i.e. sitting on my dumper eating pizza while I pay other people to take care of my kid)  I was sad to hear your good news...once M's here I really want to check it out before your pj leaves.

Me:  Haha!  You're too freaking much:)  I'm paying someone to watch the monsters while I sit on my dumper too;)  Yeah, you should come before she's done, she's really amazing.

SDD: You've got until summer, right?

Me:  Yes, she's staying until the beer tent;)  (Where we'll be sloshed)

SDD:  I can't wait for beer and sushi to begin!  And I'll for sure make it before summertime.

Me: Sushi and beer...come on M!!!

SDD:  Mmmmmm.  We need a date once this kid evacuates.

Me:  Sounds lovely!  Evict her!!

Can't wait to meet M...and drink beer and eat sushi;)

Ever-growing dumper(bolded like it's a vocabulary word;))-newest favorite way to describe my ass:)  Send me a picture of yours SDD and I'll add it to the post.  Come on, please!?!

Although she refuses to send me a picture of her dumper, she compromised with a picture of her bumper. 

SDD: I am going to great lengths to hide my dumper these days. I have the worst mom-dumper ever. I could take any pair of jeans and make them look like mom jeans with my pancake-white-girl-flying-saucer-dumper-booty.

She's too much!! :)

THE good NEWS

"The good News"

We all know "the news".   We have all lived through it.  We have all survived it.  We have all thrived despite and during it. We are all stronger because of it.

A new diagnosis.  An affair.  The death of a loved one.  Divorce. The C Word.  Job loss.  The death of a beloved pet.

Generally I can handle "the news". USUALLY I can handle "the news" with grace. All in all, I feel like I can handle "the news" with poise and composure; a level head if all else fails.

I'm acutely aware of the stages of grief and understand that death is not the only thing that causes grief; deep sorrow.  I anticipate the stages as they come and go: denial; anger; bargaining; depression; and, acceptance.  On many occasions I've described how I feel like the stages often come in waves.  Some waves are small; some feel like they are the size of a tsunami!  I must admit, I'm actually becoming a great surfer! Aaron can attest to my ability to keep the surf board straight and on course even when I could easily get caught in a rip current...even during that time of the month;)

This week I heard "the news".   This is the first time since my dad died that I've had to deal with "the news" when it's so very personal.  So real to me.  On Sunday, Pastor Jen announced that she will no longer be our spiritual leader as of July 1st....THIS YEAR! 

This news is tangible to me.  I can feel it. The "can't breathe" feeling is so very real to me and once again I feel like I can't catch my breath. 

I can see the wave as I look up.  It's so big and it's going to come crashing down on me. I don't have time to prepare.  I won't be able to get out of the way!!  Six months isn't enough time.  I need more time!  She has taught me so much, but I'm not ready!

"All real healing is painful, full of relinquishment and loss. Only death can give life; only darkness light." Thomas R. Steagald
 

Thoughts were swimming around in my head.  I was sorting them as fast as I could, but new thoughts of loss were filling the space in my head faster than I could clear them.   Where do you turn when the wave is bigger than you can handle by yourself?  What do you do next?  Pray.  Ask for help.  Work your way through the stages.  BREATHE.


She'll change her mind as soon as Oscar starts sleeping through the night.  She can't leave all of this!!  Her numbers are increasing.  There is proof, statistical data of her good works! DENIAL. 

I'm happy for her and completely jealous of her opportunity to stay home, but selfishly, I'm pissed!  How can God take my leader away from me?  I need her insight!  I need her calm.  It balances my crazy! ANGER. 

Maybe they will let her come to Bible study every once in a while if we can get the new pastor to agree?  I wonder if they will let her work part time if they found another pastor that wanted to work part time? BARGAINING. 

This sucks!  I look forward to her message each Sunday. What about Bible study?  I love her questions!  I love her point of view. Every time I get a text or an email about her leaving I can't stop the tears. Change.  I hate change!  (Yesterday, after the shock wore off a little, I looked and acted JUST like Eeyore!! My eyes were swollen and red. I couldn't concentrate. I felt loss and lost.) DEPRESSION

Then, I did some yoga.  I read the Bible.  I thought to myself: "I can do this".  We can rally.  My friends aren't going to give up that easy.  They want our kids to have a church home.  They want our kids to grow up knowing Christ.  We can do this together.  Pastor Jen has been struggling since she had that cute little baby boy, trying to balance the weight of the world on her annoyingly skinny little frame.  I need to be happy for her.  She deserves my blessing.  She has been such a blessing to me and I am forever grateful for all that she has taught me.  That's the least I can give to her: my blessing and love and prayer.  ACCEPTANCE

I think yesterday was almost unbearable for me because I knew that I needed to get to acceptance quickly.  Because I want to cherish the time that she is with us, not be bitter or sad or angry or wasting my time bargaining.  Because I owe her so much in my spiritual growth.  Because I owe her that as my friend.  Because I love her.

I have been wondering how I would deal with "the news" for a while.  (Not this news particularly, but whatever "the news" happened to be.)  I wondered how long I would be in each stage?  I wondered if I received news that meant change, if I would be bitter for a longer period of time or if I'd be angry again?  I have often wondered if new sorrow would bring back old sorrow?  I've been conditioning for it: attending church, studying the Bible, asking questions, praying, inviting others to join me.

"Epiphany is the moment when we say “put on your glasses” and we see the world in a whole new way. Where there was darkness, now there is light." Jennifer Smith Williamson

Pastor Jen was there the first time that I "put on my glasses" and she will always be there, in that same spot, in my heart.  I'm a little less frightened for the next time I receive "the news" because of my faith.   I'm more able to search for hope in despair and find the light in the darkness because of the many things she has taught me.  Even when I lashed out at her, admitted to my beautiful friend that I was pissed, she didn't waiver. (Not mad at her, but selfishly, I want her, not a new pastor that will have different gifts.) Instead of explaining her situation or trying to make herself feel better about her decision, she comforted me. She told me that she understands my mixed feelings: GRACE!

I hope to one day have the grace that she preaches about, that is so very much a part of her, but in the meantime I will work with the seed she has watered and brought into the light.  Pastor Jen has had a HUGE influence on my spiritual journey.  She's taught me enough that I know I want more. I want to learn more, I want to be more, I want to encourage others to join me...for me, for her, for our children, for Him.

Have faith...even when it only seems as big as a mustard seed.  The GOOD news:  My friend is truly blessed and Oscar is a lucky boy to have her around more:)

Eternally grateful for all of the things she has done for me and with all of my love,