Monday, January 3, 2011

Colossal Lapses in Judgement

Whenever the new year rolls around, despite the fact that I resolve pretty much nothing, I can’t help but be a little bit retrospective about my life.  All the events that have led me here.  I’ve made some good decisions but most of those were accidents, and I’ve made more than my share of bad decisions.  How I came out in one piece on the other side of them is like wondering how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a Tootsie Pop (the world may never know).    What I’m going to share right now, ranks right up there with my most serious lapses in good judgement.  
What brings this on?  Well poking around in my junk trunk has produced a VHS of The Jerry Springer Show.  Not just any Jerry Springer show, this is one of the Jerry Springer episodes before he got all the heat from the television PTB’s.  We’re talking chair throwing, cat fighting, ugly shit.  And I’m going to trot it out her for your entertainment.  To be perfectly honest, this was my life but I didn’t really take it on the Jerry Springer Show. If it had made it to Springer it might have looked like this: 
***”Hello Ladies and Gentlemen.  I use the term extremely loosely because we all know who ‘really’ watches my show, I’m Jerry Springer and today we bring you “Assholes and the family members who carry their children”.  On stage I’d like for you to meet Candy.  She is 5 months pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby.  We’ll meet him later.  So Candy, what do you have to tell the audience?”  
Candy: “I just love Tad so much (eyes well up with tears) I just can’t believe that he would leave the state to get away from me and his baby”.  
“Now Candy is there anything else you need to tell us about your situation?”
“Well, he’s also my step brother.”
****audience****oooooohhhhhhh
“And he’s seeing someone else”(she dissolves into tears)
“That scoundrel, let’s get him out here”  
****audience*****booooo!  booooo!  
“Okay, Tad, have a seat there on the other side of the stage.  Candy, has been telling us about the situation you got her into and are now trying to run from” *explosive cheers from crowd*
“Okay, okay....everyone just settle down.  Is it true then Tad that you are the father of Candy’s baby?”
“Yeah, that’s what she tells me”
“And you are also her step-brother?  Exactly how long has this been going on?”  
“Since my mom married her dad.”
“And that’s....”
“A few years.  It’s not like we grew up together or anything”.  
“I see and the reason you are trying to get away from her and your baby?” 
“Uh, because she is a controlling bitch and I don’t conform for anyone.”
****audience**** boooo!  booooo!
“Okay, so I have a little surprise for the both of you.  Would everyone like to meet the other woman?”  
*crowd cheers wildly, candy starts crying again and Tad starts to look a bit green*
“Tory why don’t you come on out now”  *comes out to a lash of catcalls and boos*  She barely has time to sit down and get her bearings before....
“You’re a home wrecker!  Slut!” cries Candy before launching out of her chair and hurtling herself with astonishing speed for a pregnant lady toward the defenseless Tory.  She manages to land a few blows and draw blood from Tory’s cheek with her ridiculous fingernails before being pried away by ‘security’ and crumbles into loud sobs again as if she were the one who has just been attacked. ***** 
*DISCLAIMER - She seriously was a controlling bitch, and I really wasn’t trying to steal anything from her.  I just sort of genuinely enjoyed his company and lacked the requisite good judgement to walk away. 
And as Paul Harvey would say....here is....the rest of the story.
Imagine if you will, I’m 20 years old living with my mother and paying rent along with two other housemates.  A nurse and a carpenter.  This is starting off like a bad joke already....but I am rabbit trailing. The nurse is not important the carpenter is.  He was cute and about 5 years older than me.  Bright blue eyes and an easy manner.  When mother decided to rent to him I took her aside and hissed at her... “You can’t take on attractive renters!”  She looked at me like she honestly didn’t know what I was talking about.  
It didn’t take long for he and I to start sleeping together.  I mean honestly, how convenient that we lived in the same house?  We liked spending time together too.  Then I started learning more about him, because honestly we couldn’t fuck ALL the time.   Come to find out he had moved down from up north getting away from family and all the pressures that went with that.  Then find out that he has a pregnant girlfriend who followed him down in hopes of convincing him to move back with her.  This is where it starts to get really twisted, stay with me now.  She’s also his step-sister.  That’s right, her dad and his mom were married.  
Long story short, he caves and goes back to the great northern hinterlands but not before inviting me to come with him.  What ever in the world made me think that I could be anything next to a pregnant step-sister girlfriend I’ve no idea, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t pack up everything that I owned into my hatchback and follow him up north when he asked.  As I’m sure you can imagine this didn’t play well with his pregnant step-sister girlfriend (I keep saying that because even now, I have a hard time wrapping my head around the reality of it) or his mom, or her father, or his full sister who happened to be best friends with pregnant step-sister.  
I stayed up there for a few weeks, she tried to have a cat fight with me over him a couple of times but somehow she ended up looking like the victim (which I hated because I never touched her). She failed to realize a key aspect and that was that I wasn’t there to steal him from her (he was never really hers), I didn’t really want him all that badly. I was simply being 21, floating along the currents of life.  I was reasonably sure, in the way that only those in their early 20s can be, that whatever happened it would all be alright. 
I hope this little narrative doesn’t make you dislike me.  I never wanted to inflict emotional or any other type of damage on anyone.  But when you talk about colossal lapses in judgement, I’ll say that is right up there for me. Possibly even a record when I think about it.  One of those smack yourself in the forehead later and wonder “WTF was I thinking?”
Please tell me I’m not the only one who has done colossally stupid things.  

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Blog Love for the New Year!

*Whew* How do I manage to forget from year to year how exhausting Christmas is?  Between making my list and checking it twice and then shopping, evaluating, and realizing that we’ve inadvertently gotten more stuff for one child than the other two....*sigh*
In the midst of working this week helping those who received their electronics device for Christmas but can seem to figure out how to work it, get to the proper place (we are NOT tech support flucktards!  Obviously I don’t say it like that.) I have managed to reclaim my house from the encroaching and overly cheery Christmas decorations, made hard candy and lip balm - but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post - so far have managed to not kill my children, and finally sit down to blog.  
Not that it matters to you guys whether I post or not, but I feel a wee bit guilty when I don’t.  Yes, I’m really that self-centered.  In the back of my mind I’m sure that you are all waiting with bated breath to see what I have to say next.  What golden morsel of blog wisdom or wit I will be sharing with you.    Because I’m so full of awesome, all that and a bag o’chips, right?  Yeah, I know, but don’t burden yourself with the need to disillusion me.  
Bruce over at Bruce Johnson JADIP (by the way took me forever to realize what the JADIP was)  gave me the sweetest award.  No really, that’s what it says.  Thank you, thank you thank you.  Like you, I may have to start smoking again due to the stress of only being able to choose 3 people to pass it on to.  By the way people, if you haven’t checked out Bruce or his Evil Twin do it....now...it’s okay, we’ll wait.  


Okay, now that everyone is back with us.  I’ll list my guilty pleasures.  I don’t follow directions well, how many am I listing?  Five, I think.  I’ll figure out who I’m giving my award to while I’m making my list.  
  1. The Twilight Saga - yes, I realize that I just ruined my credibility as a grown up with that one statement, but what can I say?  I’m a sucker for a supernatural love story involving vampires and werewolves.  
  2. Showtunes - when I’m working my cyber mojo I listen to my Les Miserables station on Pandora.  It plays songs from other musicals too, like Chicago, Rocky Horror, Hairspray and Avenue Q.  
  3. Yoga pants - I love yoga pants.  I got my first pair only recently and they are nothing short of cotton/spandex awesomeness.  I love the way they feel on my bottom oh, and TMI alert, I don’t wear them with underwear either.  
  4. Vodka - I know that I have oft spoken of my love for Vodka but it’s a guilty pleasure.  When the work day is done and the kids are in bed, I sit down with a vodkatini and unwind.  I swear it isn’t as refined as it may sound.  I like vodka and green olives although most often I drink cheaper vodka with Crystal Light.  
  5. Supernatural, Vampire Diaries (see #1), Hellcats, Glee and a handful of ‘reality tv’ shows - I feel like pretty much my entire TV lineup during the regular and now summer season is a guilty pleasure.  Not only because I secretly believe that I must be the only person who watches so they are keeping (fill in the blank show) on just for me (see self-centered comment earlier in the post), but because in the back of my mind I’m sure there is something more useful that I should be doing.  
Now on to my award winners... there are so many blogs that I love and I want to not give this award to someone who already has it.  
As Vinny C's it - he has a blog that is really irresistable to me.  I check in often even if I have technical issues leaving a comment sometimes. 
It's never to late to save a hopeless case because I just love Steph and her randomness/craziness.  
and finally Dad over at Unsound Reasoning because he’s just a laugh, regardless of what he thinks of Idaho.  
For those who didn’t get awards, I’m sorry it’s so hard when you can only choose three!!!  Please , winners keep spreading the love around!!!!  

Monday, December 20, 2010

Universe Signals


So, a few of my friends on Facebook are posting asking if anyone has started thinking of New Year’s Resolutions yet.  The simple answer, Hell no.  I’m not much of a resolutions person anyway.  One sure way to make sure that I don’t achieve a goal is to make it ‘off limits’ to myself.  That may work for some people but I’m not that woman.  If I tell myself I can’t have chocolate, that’s all I want.  If I tell myself no caffeine all I can think about is how a caffeinated beverage would perk me up.  I’ve never bothered telling myself no alcohol, because...well...why?  I mean really.  Also, New Year’s Resolutions are really sort of arbitrary too, if you think about it.  You pick the first day of the year to start or stop a habit.  How is that any different from making that same decision on March 12, June 24, or September 2?  It isn’t.  Exactly my point.  
I also saw a couple of blogs today.  One was a guest blog on Amber LaShell Rants (congrats for winning NaNoWriMo) and she guest posted on another person’s blog.  20 something bloggers called it a blog swap.  It was cool.  Anyway, the topic they were given to write about was Action.  What will you do in the new year that needs to be done, that you have been meaning to do.  
This is sort of a copycat blog but not really because it’s another of those fuzzy universe signals.  The ones that sound like really bad AM radio, back before all the tuners were digital.  Those blogs inspired me and the question they posed has been in the back of my mind all evening.  ‘What will you do in the new year?” I have a feeling that 2011 is going to be a year of big changes in my life.  Big and really positive changes.  I’m working on learning to be authentic and developing a ‘fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke’ mentality.  I am going to learn what it is like to be me.  Because being me isn’t a bad thing even if most people don’t really ‘get me’.  I can live with that.  Heck, I’ve been living with that for most of my teenage and adult life.  I’ll keep you all posted on other changes that may be coming.  
What action will you take in the new year?