Monday, December 5, 2011

Me? Crazy?


The Story of Jeffery
 
I thought I was losing my mind. I had chosen Jeffery out of 42 responses to my personal ad, intrigued by his differences from other men I had dated. Once I was in really deep, and he lived in my house, I found he was as abusive and neglectful as any man I had ever met. If I complained, I might lose him. But did I really even want him? What if I never found anybody else? What was wrong with me? How did I keep ending up in this situation?


 
"Everyone Seems Normal Until You Get to Know Them"

Worry: Tormenting Yourself With Unnecessary Thoughts.

 
I was not alone. A recent Google search for the phrase "Am I Crazy" resulted in 1,050,000,000 results in 14 seconds. The saying, "Everyone seems normal until you get to know them" is comforting to those of worrying about our mental state, which seems to include most of us at some point in our lives.
 
In Puritan American, Satan was blamed for mental aberrations. In the '60's, poor parenting took the rap. In line with our self-absorbed culture, nowadays we tend to blame ourselves, as though problems are unusual weaknesses rather than the normal part of life they really are.
 
Young and old, poor and middle class, we all share the concern at some time. So how do people find out what the problem really is and what can they do about it? How do you know if you’re really mentally ill or disturbed or just having problems?
 
The Story of Jeffery (Continued) 
I got involved with Jeffery to prove to the world (especially my ex-husband) that I was not the problem, everybody else was. I was 34 and Jeff was 25. Jeffery was the opposite of my previous choice of man; clean cut, a military Physician’s Assistant, no "bad boy" history, an accomplished marital arts instructor. We were supposed to have a perfect life for everyone to see and envy. Now that I had figured out the problem (wrong husband) what could possible go wrong?


 True Mental Illness - "I Only Do What The Voices In My Head Tell Me To."


True mental illness is defined by the NAMI (National Alliance of Mental Health) as, "A term used for a group of disorders causing severe disturbances in thinking, feeling and relating. They result in substantially diminished capacity for coping with the ordinary demands of life." Key to this definition are the words "severe" and "substantially". A person with a bona fide mental illness that fits this definition will have come to the attention of the health care and/or legal system and been diagnosed at least once, if not several times. While you may not believe the diagnosis, you will have some clues that professionals do. In other words, if you are over the age of 20 and have a true mental illness, you probably know or suspect it. (There are exceptions, such as adult onset schizophrenia. This is characterized by severe disturbances. If in doubt, please see a professional.) These illness often respond only to medication. Simply having a problem does not equate to mental illness.
 
 
Personality Disorders - I’m OK, You’re Peculiar

Not as serious as mental illness, the next level is made up of personality disorders. According to
Psychology Today, personality disorders are "deeply ingrained ways of thinking and behaving that are inflexible and generally lead to impaired relationship with others." Key to this definition are the words "inflexible" and "impaired". A harmless habit of chewing gum, for example, is not a personality disorder. Needing to make everyone you come into contact with spit out their gum so you can sterilize it, indicates there may be a personality disorder. In this example, it may be Compulsive Obssessive Disorder.
 
This could be very intimidating.

The next level down is where most of us come in, people sometimes struggling with problems. People who are not mentally ill and do not have personality disorders still suffer from emotional problems. In some circles, therapy time is seen as vital and normal as dental visits. Just as you don’t wait until you need a root canal to see the dentist, good self-care means going in for regular cleanings. But in many families, the very idea of going to a professional and paying money to get help is deeply shameful evidence of stupidity. Unfortunately, these are often the very people who need help the most and would greatly benefit from it.
 
What the Experts Say

What do people fear most for their metal state? Two local experts, both working professionals, have different takes on this question. According to Dr. Kyle Neeley, N.M.D., the number one issue he sees in his patients is fear of loss of control. "Control of self, control of their bladder, control of relationships, it all goes back to fear of loss of control," he says. "A small child doesn’t want to be sent to bed, so she poops her pants. Why? To regain some measure of control over the situation. We start early." Dr. Neeley is a renaissance man, an international lecturer, healer, and counselor who focuses on the total well-being of his patients. "The medicinal part of my practice is an important as the counseling and teaching aspects, " he reports. "I try to guide patients to realize for themselves that all we actually have control of is ourselves - and not completely over that."


"Many medical problems are rooted in the emotions. Often, people can heal themselves. The first part of the process is realizing there is problem. Then committing to resolving it. Once those stages have been gone through, physical symptoms improve and may disappear altogether."
 
"I Believe Everyone Can Change"

Dr. Kay Lesh
Dr. Kay Lesh, PhD, a Tucson author,educator and psychologist, describes her patients as affected by a lack of self-esteem. "This comes form a variety of sources, parenting and the media being two of the largest factors. When we don’t feel good about ourselves, it manifests itself in a variety of ways. We see poor relationships, people holding themselves back from success, underemployment and the associated problems that brings."

What brings people in to see her? "There is usually a crisis trigger, perhaps the third bad relationship in a row, a job loss, or another failing grade. The crisis trigger is almost always related to a loss. There is a lot to truth to the idea of hitting rock bottom before being able to go back up. This is why forced therapy, perhaps as prescribed by the court or as part of a divorce threat, rarely works. People have to want to change. Sometimes the forced participant will see how the therapy can help them be happier. "I’m an optimist." she says, "That’s why I work with people. I believe everyone can change."

Although Drs. Lesh and Neeley appear to approach their practices from different angles, there are more similarities than differences to their approaches. Both agree that interactive talk therapy is the most effective method of dealing with everyday emotional problems.

The Story of Jeffery (Continued)It was the a loss of my dream of a perfect life that triggered me into therapy. Jeffery was supposed to prove that I was normal and desirable and our fairy book life would dazzle everyone. Instead he was rarely home, and when he was seemed determined to see how much extra housework he could cause me. I would come home from work to overflowing garbage pails, filled sinks of dirty dishes, clothes and books strewn from one end of the house to the other, and on one memorable occasion, the aftermath of him allowing his two year old daughter to play with my nail polish and belongings. The floor from the living room door to the kitchen was literally piled with my belongings pulled off of shelves and out of closets. I had to make a path to cross the room.

But it wasn’t only his laziness and sloppiness that were making me crazy. He got off work at 5 and would turn up at home at 11, swearing he’d been stuck in traffic. We never went anywhere, and he introduced me to no one. He didn’t want to talk to me, sleep with me, or be seen in public with me. I was, to put it mildly heartbroken, bewildered and madder than a cat in a bathtub. Not that it helped. Then came the night he went alone to a fancy rehearsal dinner for his best friend’s wedding after telling me spouses weren’t invited. I called one of the other spouses of the wedding party to commiserate and was told by the babysitter "everybody was gone to the dinner." Everybody but me, that is. When he got home from his 7:00 p.m. dinner at 3:30 a.m, his belongings were in boxes outside the front door.

Defining Talk Therapy

  According to the Encyclopedia of Mental Disorders,  Talk Therapy is an alternate name for the various forms of psychotherapy that emphasize the importance of the patient speaking to the therapist as the main means of expressing and resolving issues. Modern talk therapy invokes the inner healing resources of the patient. In order to communicate their distress to the therapist, the patient must verbalize the situation. This requires problem recognition, thought organization, and presentation in a logical coherent manner. This alone can be enormously helpful.   


Drs. Lesh and Neeley also agree that therapy is most effective when the subject is guided to making their own realizations about their problems. Talking at a patient or telling them what to do is rarely effective. "Patients have to be motivated. The problem with some personalities is that they cannot see anything wrong with them so why would they change?" Dr. Lesh says. She continues thoughtfully, "it takes a great deal of courage and hard work to change through therapy. I’m always amazed at what people can do."

In this, Dr. Neeley agrees. "The problem is at least 1/4 solved by the very fact the person is willing to seek help. You have to first admit you have some role in your own unhappiness. As long as everything is everyone else’s fault, you give away all your power."

"I Never Meant to Hurt You" - The Story of Jeffery (Continued)I had done just that - handed Jeffery the power or my of happiness and success. Since he was so miserable, it would naturally follow that he would make me the same. "There’s a lot to be said for the ‘misery loves company’ theory," Dr. Lesh says.

Jeffery proved something all right. There was something wrong with me and another person wasn’t going to fix it. If a man that looked so perfect from the outside could get past my defenses and turn my world upside down, I knew I needed help.

Now that he was out of my house, a certain measure of my self-confidence returned .I entered talk therapy and some of the hardest work of my life began. Jeffery immediately changed back into the man he’d been before he moved in and begged me to reconcile But this time I had support and I demanded Jeffery tell me what was going on. I was glad to have the resources of a talented therapist when Jeffery confessed that unlike the perfect man I had chosen, he was actually a raging alcoholic, the victim, along with his mother, of long term child sexual abuse by his grandfather. As the child of an alcoholic, I had managed out of the pool of 42 men to find what was comfortable for me, another troubled drunk in my life. "Not a healthy choice, or a good one," the therapist clarified, "But a comfortable one."

In typical fashion, once Jeffrey was safely in my house and catered to, he lost interest and behaved as badly as he could. Throwing him out satisfied his need for women to be mean to him and he fell back in love with me. "I don’t know why I do these things," he whined. "I never meant to hurt you."

More on Talk Therapy
According to Dr. Lesh, if a patient is overwhelmed with depression or anxiety, then it is appropriate to medicate until  the patient is able to participate in their own healing.  


Bad Olden Days

Now out of favor is the traditional Freudian approach, wherein a patient talked, the therapist listened, usually three times a week, sometimes for years, until the therapist interpreted the problems of the patient. Too long, too slow, too expensive and didn’t work that well.

Always A Critic
 Not that everyone agrees with modern therapy. Much criticism has been leveled against the modern psychiatric profession. Scientology is famous for disagreeing with the entire mental health system, as actor Tom Cruise publicized in his 2008 rant. Their position is explained on this website, which reads, "at best, psychiatry suppresses life’s problems; at worst it causes severe damage, irreversible setbacks in a person’s life and even death." Scientologists are so critical of the entire psychiatric profession, they consider treatment to be a violation of human rights. An excellent history and summary of the opposition is found in Jon Ronson’s The Psychopath Test.
More criticism results from the steady increase in recognized disorders. This article examines the current controversy surrounding inclusion of bitterness as a disorder. Some experts believe bitterness is an acquired personality trait, rather than a disorder.

The Story of Jeffery (Conclusion)

Some couples continue the dance that Jeffery and I were doing for years. Talk therapy guided me to realize how my upbringing affected my view of life, and helped me change those views to healthier ones Jeffery is but a distant memory, and I have happily been with my current husband almost 20 years. I owe Jeffery a great deal. If he hadn’t made me feel as though I were losing my mind, I would never have sought help.

We’re All A Little Bit Nuts
 In her article, Am I Normal, Annie Murphy Paul writes, "The idea that human nature can be reflected through personality traits has been around a long time, It is it gaining new momentum. As a result the new view of personality heralds a revolution in how we view disorder, marking a shift away from rigid categories." In other words, we're all a little bit nuts.

  

Monday, November 14, 2011

Weekly Blog 10 - Part 4 Picking The Flights

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     Two hours into my search for flights, I realized that what I had printed out as schedules flying IN and flying OUT all had exactly the same flight numbers and times.
    
     Apparently, I reset the computer parameters (TO Tucson FROM Denver, FROM Denver TO Tucson - my head was spinning) and the computer hadn’t redone the search.
     So I threw out 12 pages of  flight times and started over.


     Friday, the plane landed at midnight and the kids would be wild for a minimum 2 days from sleep deprivation.  So that was out. Saturday, prices went way up. Monday, Grampy would have a 5 hour wait between flights. Wednesday, all the flights changed planes in Albuquerque, which I can barely spell. (I think that’s actually what Albuquerque means "word that cannot be spelled")

Eventually with much saying of prayer and grinding of teeth, I picked out flights.
 
 

Weeky Blog 9 - Part 3 Airline Tickets

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Part 3

     How hard can this be? (Getting airline tickets for 2 small children.) Pretty hard, it turns out.

     I approached this logically and calmly knowing it would be a chore. What I didn’t know is that it would be a &^% pain in the ^&&. (yes, Grammy’s have ^&&’s.) And we know very bad words, too, although I am trying very hard to forget them. Right now, I don’t remember why. They’re so satisfying.




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Weekly Blog 8 - Part 2 Airline Complications

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 Part II
"How hard can it be?"  Did I actually say that?? Then I probably deserve what happened.
          As it turns out there are complications.

     1) The airline schedulers (as long suspected) are testing new strains of methamphetamines.  At work.




They appear to also be setting schedules and prices via games of pigeon checkers. (Game where the winners are chosen by pigeons pecking on numbers drawn on a canvas sheet.)


                                          
2) The kids can’t travel alone. They’re too friendly, too little, too cute and besides, they will try and drive the plane.

3) I can’t go get them, due to a back condition. So my husband (the adorable Grampy) who is the only one in this house working, has to go get them and take them back.
4) I would rather not refinance the house (again) to pay for the tickets.
5) On December 23rd, the prices go crazy. I could buy something really nice (like my share of an island) for that money. They’re flying from Denver, not the plant Neptune. It’s an airplane, that runs on fuel, not a rocket ship powered by the spit of downtrodden slaves.  


      The airline apparently knows all this and has set the flight times as far as possible from when I need them.

     Still, all things considered, this should be a walk in the park. I was, after all, a manager for the County and have organized weddings. However, learning the complications has tired me out and I'm ready for my nap.

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Weekly Blog 7 - Part 1- Airline Tickets

Part 1
     Many years ago. Maya Angelou wrote the fantastic book,"I know Why the Caged Bird Sings". Today I am doing the research to write my companion book to hers. I’ll call it "I Know Why The Crazed Grandmother Howls".



     My Denver grandchildren want to come see us here in Tucson for Christmas. Not on the Big Day itself of course, but some time during their Christmas vacation. 
     It’s almost 2012. Technology is advanced. Everything is at my fingertips on my netbook. So how difficult can it be to get two very short people round trip tickets?



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Monday, October 31, 2011

Weekly Blog 6 - Medical Tests

They tell me medical tests are necessary for my well being. So I have to wonder: why do they upset me so much and why do none of the terrible things they predict ever seem to materialize?

Take last week. I was feeling fine, doing well, perhaps even over-doing. Driving, chores, went out with my husband for a little while, normal stuff. Until I got home from the library and found two voice messages from two doctors.

It seems my liver numbers were very naughty. Three times what they are supposed to be. The doctors wanted to know if  I experiencing any symptoms of this or that? (It would have been helpful to know what those symptoms were actually.)
I guess I have the advantage and I use the word loosely, if not sarcastically, that I have actually worked in a lab. And I know a little about what goes on sometimes. There's a little thing called "sink tests" where exhausted medical technicians, working several jobs, will dump all the samples down the sink drain and mark them all negative. For anyone who has had a lot of lab work done, this will probably explain some mystifying results.

I was once discharged from the hospital with a raging urinary tract infection. I knew that's what it was because 1) I'd had a catheter and they are notorious for causing those infections, and 2) my symptoms, of which I am going to spare you (you're welcome) told me so. Twice I crawled over to the national lab chain. Twice the results came back clean and clear. I managed, with my husband's help to get to the doctor's office where his nurse, the Remarkable Kerri, ran the test herself.  The results were really bad. Yes, they agreed, I really did have a raging infection. The doctor wondered how the lab missed it, twice, but I was far too sick to explain.

Now there is concern and fear over my liver numbers! I'm not going to stress over them. I figure chances are they are someone else's test results. If my liver has anything to say to me, it can tell me directly.

Interview - Nick Meyers

On an autumn day in Tucson, the college classroom hums with the muted sound of many people talking while trying to be quiet about it. The words "why" and "when" can be made out occasionally as the journalism class practices their interviewing skills on each other. I am assigned to interview Nick Meyer, the dark haired young man who sits next to me.
He turns out to be a dream to interview. He answers my questions quickly and thoughtfully, knowing both where he is going and his back-up plan, although he doesnb’t refer to it as such. "I’m an accounting major right now, but I might go into broadcasting," he told me.
The idea came from his mother, who sounds like a bright lady. "She said if I couldn’t participate in sports the way I wanted to, I could go into broadcasting. That way I would still be involved." Nick is very in the know about stats, players, history, scores and all that sporty stuff.
His teams are the Yankees and the Miami Dolphins. I told him about my brother-in-laws fan behavior (named his daughter after his team) and it turns out that one of Nick’s relatives is apparently doing the same thing! Nick says he’s not quite that committed.
At his last interview, he learned that he enjoys interviewing and believes he will get better at it as he practices. He interviewed his high school football coach and learned all about the man’s history in sports.
The theme that emerged through the interview was that sports is definitely his field and I hope he can find a way to earn a living by being involved.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Weekly Blog 5 - Train to YuccaPukeA

The hardest part of staying happy is the Train to YuccaPukeA. The sign on the way into town reads,"YuccaPukeA - Where there's always mold in the refrigerator door."

The train to YuccaPukeA is passing constantly. In Grandpa's day, the express trains would blow past a station and a curved metal hook would be dangled out to scoop up the mail bags. Many modern day riders on the Train to YuccaPukeA do the same thing. Since they want company for their miserable journey, they dangle those emotional hooks to capture you onto the train. It takes effort to avoid that hook. We all have reason to ride that train, but we don't HAVE to. Don't stand on the platform by the station so the hook can catch you. In other words, don't throw yourself pity parties all the time and be vulnerable to another's gloom and doom. The one great thing about the Train is this: You can always get off!

Opinion On Opinion

"Why I  Refuse To Text Message" from Salon Magazine. Link Here

I am not at sure what the writer is saying, as to why he will not text. The beginning of the article starts out well, funny and interesting.Then is sort of devolves. I wonder if he had a deadline and ran out of time. He seems to be saying, perhaps, I am guessing, that he is not going to be pushed into texting by peer pressure and sarcasm. Which I totally agree with. I think that if there is any reason for humans to divide into "us and them" camps, we will find it. Color, religion, political party, so on and on. So his contention that we are now dividing into texters and non-texters, phoners and non-message leavers is a correct one in my opinion.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Make $ Blogging

According to  Money  Help for Christians, "My three primary sources of income include selling eBooks, doing freelance writing, and advertising revenue from my blog." I originally thought the site was Making Money For CHRISTMAS.  I haven't yet determined what being a Christian has to do with it. I am a Christian and certainly mean no disrespect, but the actual mechanisms for making Internet money don't exactly appear in Ecclesiastics.

Anyhoo, all the different sites  seem to boil down to one formula.  Being different, plus being interesting, plus being productive, multiplied by popularity equals someone paying you. Preferably  LOTS of someones paying you. Deceptively simple. Some sites, like  Slate's Blogging For Dollars recommend putting ads on the site, some sell things through Amazon and get a percent of all sales, some people got some subscribers to give them money although that doesn't seem to have worked out. The author at the beginning of the paragraph writes the e-books he sells. Some sell a product such as recipes, while the blog discusses them. Many sites sell tips on selling blogging tips.

This advice is from BlueBook, who claims to have replaced his salary as private attorney by blogging."If it's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that persistent adaptation, continuous self education, a strong entrepreneurial spirit, and the uncanny ability to function with little sleep - are traits that can truly be turned into financial success."

Since I count sleeping right after eating in my list of favorite things to do, I don't know that I can be a successful blogger. I guess I'll have to think about it sometime when I'm awake...

Review of The Thing

The Macomb Daily Review (Serving Macomb County) of The Thing is surprising negative. Usually a reviewer will find something to like, but not in this case. Remakes are always tough, of course.

I have seen the 1982 version of The Thing  maybe 25 times over the years. Kurt Russell and gang are awesome and the monster is one of my favorites. So I am curious about this new version. Do we want to spend the $20 it always seems to cost to go see it?

Reviewer Sean O'Connell is not impressed. He starts out, "Here's the thing about the new "The Thing." It isn't as satisfying as the old "The Thing." And it's nowhere near as enthralling as the vintage "Thing," which inspired every other "Thing" to follow."

This pretty much tells us what he thinks about this new version of "my" movie.  Now I don't know this guy, don't know his preferences, his similarities, if any, to me. But he sure seems to know what he's talking about. I learned the history of the movie (short story in 1938) and the nuances of the various versions of the story. So I am tending to lean toward listening to this previous stranger, Sean O'Connell.

This part is especially not good. "Van Heijningen trades methodically established tensions for cheap, easy horror jolts, swapping the paranoia and distrust of Carpenter's version for simplistic rage and aggression. Where Carpenter carefully sliced into our deepest fears with the precision of a surgeon, van Heijningen bluntly hacks away at our nervous systems like a maniac wielding a chainsaw."

Hmmm.

He goes on to technical matters, special effects, camera shots and so on, all of which fall far short of the 1982 classic.
The review has balance, authority good tone and no snark. I don't think we will pay to see the movie at the theater.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Five Blog Sites



Here's what they have to say for themselves:
WeWearKhakis.com is all about being frugal and being awesome.  More specifically, it is a compilation of blog posts dedicated to our own journey (and yours) to become financially free while not missing out on life.  We have crawled our way through school, marriage, and even children to reach our ultimate goal of financial freedom – we write about it here.

  •   Hella Heaven   Anybody that loves that little black and white surprised kitten as much as me is worth following,. A blog to celebrate "all good things people create in arts, science, leisure, ideas, no matter where or when."   



  •  As We Were Saying  Greater Fort Worth Writers  blogging about writers, writing, publishing, and everything in between. This links to an article about using your less than great experiences for" fun and profit.
I am a desperate housewife.
I live in the country. I channel Lucille Ball, Vivien Leigh, and Ethel Merman. Welcome to my frontier!"

There's food and Photshop and grammar errors are corrected. Who could ask for more?




 That’ll do it for now. This really ought to keep you busy for awhile!

Paparazzo is Italian for Hunter

  •  This article is from Jezebel Reporting, by Dodai Stewart, The Day I Trailed A Paparazzo.


    The subject is a working paparazzi named Wagner AZ, who is presented as a hardworking nice guy. This is a great article, both entertaining and informative. I would recommend this article to anyone curious about how the world works. I learned how hard those guys work and that many, if not most, of them are nice. They are in it for the money, not to be creepazoids. Paparazzidom is a job like any other.  
     So there I was, reading the article about the paparazzo and thinking, "This is hunting. It's not just the shooting similarity, it's the stalking and reporting to each other where and when their targets will appear." And the writer says, "No actual Kardashians out in the wild," and I am not the only one who sees this obviousness. Just as the big game hunter waits by the pond at sunrise, the paparazzi wait outside buildings at school time.

     The central conflict is well explained by the author. Basically it is the celebs' right to privacy vs. the photographers' right to earn a living. The celebs earn more money by being seen and photographed. The paparazzi have extended the viewing session time to 24/7.

     The article makes the excellent point that some paparazzi are assholes, just like some teachers and doctors. All human subgroups have reps that are less that stellar beings. That in itself does not make them wrong. The hypocrisy is astounding. Everybody hates paparazzi because they take unbidden photos of people and we all know this because we like to look at and so buy the pics! Larger issues within larger issues. The more famous you are, the more they follow you and annoy you and make you more famous and richer.     
     Look how the paparazzi have made the Kardashians, who don't actually do much of  anything, famous. As with the Gabor sisters, they are famous for being famous. Without the excitement and buzz of being followed by men with cameras they are but overdressed women, hair and make-up by expensive pros, powdered and lotioned and massaged to within an inch of their lives.  So? Ah, but with the papas they are something else again, mysterious and glamorous and those elusive things many  of us crave.
     So they get lots of attention and money and we get satisfaction from being part of their glamorous world. All thanks to the paparazzo that we profess to look down upon.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Revision: Why I Decided To Be Happy

     I would like to tell you that I am naturally a bubbly fun person who never stays gloomy. That it is normal for me to shrug off the day’s disappointments and disasters, and giggle my way to a bubble bath before falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of rainbows and handsome men.

     I would like to tell you these things, but they’re not true.

     I enjoy bellyaching and moaning as much as the next person. Maybe more so. I can tell you in excruciating detail what Libby Montgomery said to me in 7th grade that hurt my feelings. I always think of great responses to rude supermarket clerks around 2 a.m. No, I am not naturally or normally an upbeat type all the time.

     My husband is those things, which can be deeply annoying. He will look on the bright side, no matter the cost, will see and talk about the silver lining, will persist in giving the benefit of the doubt. While I’m carrying on about how idiotic it is that our neighbor stockpiles junk in her front yard, he quietly points out that she works long hours nursing the terminally ill.

     I tolerated his maddening behavior for years. Then two major life changes came.

     I was diagnosed with a painful condition that apparently is not going to go away. While a total knee replacement took care of a lot of pain, the burning stabbing in my lower back is a constant companion. I refused to accept this for several years, which as common sense tried to tell me, made the pain worse. In the course of denying it, I did some things I had no business doing (read: tried to move a bookcase) and made the damage worse. Now I have spinal cord pressure that could paralyze me if the wrong thing happens, just in case I was running out of stuff to worry about. What wrong thing? To summarize the medical advice, "You’ll know it if it happens. Just don’t do anything." Which means no bowling, no playing pool, no long movies, and so on.

     Around the time I was accepting this, our family was gifted with a carrier of narcissistic personality disorder. This delightful trait brings constant pain of another kind. Besides their overwhelming arrogance and superiority, there is no reasoning with these specimens. Society runs on the principle that if I tell you respectfully and honestly what I need, you’ll do your best to provide it. Narcissists are not wired that way; it makes no sense to them. They hear nothing but the voices in their heads, know nothing but what their own brains tell them. So in addition to physical pain and discomfort, I had a new family member to continually remind me of my essential worthlessness.

     As a woman whose motto has always been, "I can fix that", facing two unmovable mountains brings new meaning to the word "frustration." If it hadn’t almost killed me to quit smoking, I swear I would start again. Daily pain is frustrating, and let me tell you, being treated like a drooling moron by a 22-year-old is frustrating. Like a lot of people, I get seriously bitchy when I’m frustrated. Between the pain and The Pain, I was turning into a real treat to be around.

      If you’re looking for stuff to complain about you have landed on the right planet, my friend. It is hard to be upbeat, to look for the good, easy to whine and blame. I enjoy being sarcastic. Self- pity can be so satisfying, and justifies a lot of bad behavior. One of my first lessons working for the government was this: in times of trouble, find someone and blame them!

     Then I heard myself one day taking the skin off my husband for some trivial reason. I tried to apologize, to tell him how ashamed I was and that I really don’t want to be that person. And he said, "It’s all right, I know you’re hurting."

     And I really really do not want to be that person.

     I realized I can only do so much about my pain. It’s managed, but not gone. Never gone. And it makes me crabby. So does remembering some of the things I’ve been through, the bad people I’ve survived. I can’t control the pain completely, I can’t change the past, I can’t undo yesterday’s misjudgements. I also cannot fix personality disorders. (Darn!) But I realized, from watching my husband, I can control how I behave. I don’t have to be bitchy and sarcastic and nasty.

     I am not going to be another whiny complainer, I’m not taking the easy way. I’m going to appreciate, and thank, and be grateful and laugh and do as much as I can to defy the legacies of the bad people I’ve tumbled across and the pain sentence I’ve been given. Because it’s not been written in stone, and I do have a choice. And I choose to be happy.

No matter how crabby it makes me.
 
    

Monday, September 26, 2011

News Feeds of the Mildy Humorous

 Man breaks up with church in this shouldn't-be-funny-but-sort-of-is article.



Reuters





Now God weighs in too! The Human Body is not designed to play football! (More from the Onion)


This video is only humorous if its not your 2.5 million dollar yatch sinking upon launch!


Weekly Blog 4 - The Bright Side of Stomach Flu

      As you know if you’ve been paying any attention, I am going to be happy. I AM going to be happy. Really happy, no matter what or how hard it is or how bad I want to drink gin out of the dog dish.
This week, I am exploring the happiness involved in stomach flu. There are many things to be grateful for when you have stomach flu, although I admit it took me a long time to think of them.
1) The rumbling pain reminds you that not only are you still alive, but that your pain sensors inside your intestines are still working.
2) The best thing of course, is the fabulous amount of weight you can use. Never mind all that scientific clap trap about water weight and putting it right back on. It comes off. That’s all that counts.
3) Stomach flu leads you to contemplate the state of your Last Will And Testament. Did I ever finish it? Where did I put it? Did I take out all those people I’m not speaking to anymore?
4) This most recent bout also made me evaluate and appreciate the efficiency of my bathroom air freshener.
5) Last but by no means least: stomach flu brings the same result as certain relatives: The world is so much brighter when its gone.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Weekly Blog 3 - Andie Macdowell Actress

Article Title - The Love That Saved Her

In the March, 2011, issue of Guideposts Magazine, actress Andie Macdowell writes a moving piece about finding love and redemption. After her second marriage broke up, she was lost in feelings of loss, emptiness and failure, first triggered by her parents divorce when she was 9 years old. The story details her childhood efforts to deal with her mother's alcoholism and her father's abandonment. She writes of her struggles to feel love and how she first managed to do that at a county fair in Montana. She realized she had been receiving that unconditional love from God all along through the love of her children, dogs and horses. This is a touching piece of how a famous beautiful actress who appears to have it all from the outside filled the emptiness inside by accepting God's love and stepped onto the path to emotional and spiritual redemption.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Singing Dog


This guy should make you smile and make you feel better about your singing!




Pothole Gardener

Here is a person improving their world.


This guy is an urban guerrila gardening activist! The Pothole Gardener creates unexpected mini-gardens to make passersby happy. This site is so great! While he's not making lemonade, he is inspiring prople to grow lemon trees.


Thanks and credit to Steve, the Pothole Gardener.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Weely Blog 2 - Making Lemonade

This young lady was shot 18 years ago, in an attack which left her 18 year old boyfriend dead.  Now 32, she has no sensation in the right side of her body. Yet she works full time for the DA's office, working exclusively with victims of crime. She doesn't stay home feeling sorry for herself, or blame the shooter endlessly, or make everyone around her miserable. In faCT she won't speak the shooter's name in order to not honor him. An amazing story of survival and making lemonade out of lemons!  Thanks and credit to 48 Hours Mystery.

Here is her story

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Weekly Blog 1 - RollerSkating In A Buffalo Herd

 How hard is it to be happy? It can be a real challenge. We are told we are hard wired to monitor the environment for what is wrong; that is how our ancestors survived. The gal who noticed there was a saber tooth tiger in the bushes is the one who survived. So we carry this skill with us, constantly on the look out for what is wrong. We are hardwired, pre-programmed,gene-directed to check out what isn't working. What doesn't look right. What others are doing wrong.

All this searching for the bad stuff isn't a recipe for happiness. It takes effort to seek out, to appreciate, to be grateful for what is right.  For all the gifts we have. We have to consciously decide to be happy, to be grateful, to be aware of all the goodies around us. Once we notice these things, and sometimes we have to start small, it is almost impossible not to be happy, or least happier. Especially when we speak out loud of our gratitude, when we share the wealth. You have to be careful how you do this, Pollyanna Sunshines are mentally suspect. A co-worker once told a friend of mine," You are so damn pathetic! You're just too happy to know how sad you are."

So my blog is about efforts to stay happy and positive. Looking at things that make me happy is a start. Check out this Victorian Wallpaper sample from Google images.