The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

A Year In the Same Place October 31, 2012

Hello all. 

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Well, it’s Halloween again, and between the Frankenstorm on the East Coast and the upcoming presidential elections, things are pretty scary around here.  One thing that’s not scary, but amazing, is the fact that today marks the one-year anniversary of my employment with The Gospel of Christ TV/Radio/Internet ministry.  I have been the secretary/office manager here for one year today.  It’s incredible how time flies.  When I started last year, I was looking forward to the girls’ big 18th birthday, dreading their high school graduation, and obsessively anticipating our graduation cruise.

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Now all of those are behind us.  Daughter S. is taking college courses and trying to get a job, Daughter J. is helping out around the house and trying to decide what she wants to do next, and The Boy has been having Adventures in Homeschooling.  Meanwhile, I’ve been More Or Less Maintaining my weight loss for over half a year now, and trying to figure out what’s next.   Employment-wise speaking, I don’t have any plans to change anything in the near future.  I’m pretty happy where I am.  My hours are super flexible, the environment is great, and the pay is decent.   I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I were making more money, but hey, almost everybody does, right?  And where else could I work full-time and home school at the same time?

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There are probably other things I should be looking into, as far as personal fulfillment things.  I need a life.  I need hobbies.  I mean, hobbies other than Facebook and re-reading Harry Potter and Twilight books a million times.  I’ve thought about things like dance lessons, martial arts, Little Theater, etc.  I’ve thought about focusing more on my writing and blogging, really trying to grow that.  Sometimes I even think about going back to school and getting a Master’s degree in … something.  School counseling, maybe.  I need friends.  I mean real-life friends that I actually go out and do things with, or have over for dinner sometimes.

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Unfortunately, though, I never get much further than thoughts.  I never actually move into the realm of action, which if you remember, is totally counter to my goals from last year; specifically, to BE a person of action!  I guess I still need to work on that.  I keep talking about wanting to find a relationship, but according to The Blond Oprah (See Meet the Cast), I need to figure out some things about myself.  “Settle into a sense of being comfortable with myself and who I am.”  To which I basically respond, “Huh?”  She says that in order to attract the type of person I want to attract (someone whole and complete in themselves and, in plain language, mentally stable!) I have some work to do.  In other words, I’m not really in a place where I should be in a relationship, no matter how much I might think about it.  Bugger.  I guess the challenge lies in figuring out specifically WTH she’s talking about.

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But anyway.  Today is a milestone.  Daughter S. and The Boy are downtown doing the Trick or Treat Main Street thing, Daughter J. is with a friend of hers, and I’m blogging when I should be working.  So… Happy Halloween to all!

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Until next time,

D.

 

What Today Taught Me October 22, 2012

Hello all.  Well, remember in my last post how I said I had to sneak up on the whole ‘getting back into an exercise routine’ thing?  Guess who got up this morning and decided to stop sneaking and start attacking?  I haven’t done a Turbo class at TFP since, oh, probably May, but today I woke up and did a Turbo DVD right in my own house, and … I survived.  I briefly considered posting a Fb status afterward:  If you’re still red in the face 30 mins. after exercising, is that a good thing or a bad thing?  I was.  But I didn’t.  I’m pretty proud of myself for getting up and exercising when the thought crossed my mind, instead of just lying there and talking myself out of it, which I very easily could have done.  On the other hand, I don’t want to get too cocky- it’s only one day, and I can already feel my knees beginning to go “WTH?”  Anybody can do something for one day in a row, right?  But I did discover one thing I am definitely going to need if I’m going to attempt to go back to the Turbo class at the gym anytime in the near future.  Now I haven’t googled it, so I don’t know if they even make these, but if not, they need to:  Thigh Control Workout Pants.  Seriously.  Who can concentrate on trying to master choreography when you’re dying of embarrassment about your jiggly thighs slapping around?  I wasn’t too embarrassed in my own home (chagrined might be a better word), but if I were to try to go to a group class… yeah, I’d either need those magic pants I mentioned or an invisibility cloak!

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Did you ever have one of those random things happen that makes you wonder if you might be psychic?  Doesn’t usually happen to me, because I’m so oblivious, I usually don’t even know when things HAVE happened, much less that they’re GOING to happen, but the thing that happened today was different.  I was at work, and I was getting ready to go in the kitchen and make some coffee.  There’s a phone extension in the kitchen, but there’s nothing near it to write with or on, in case it rings.  Don’t know why- there just isn’t, and hasn’t been for a while.  So today before I go to the kitchen I get this random urge to take a notepad and a pen with me and put it by the phone so it will be there when it’s needed, just in case.   When I get in there, the phone has been unplugged for some reason, so I plug it back in, put the pad and pen down, and I kid you not, less than 30 seconds later, the phone rang, and it was a call that needed the information written down.  If I hadn’t brought the stuff in there, I would have had to go back to my office to get pen and paper before I could take the info.  (Ok, so it’s not bone-chillingly amazing, but it was kinda cool at the time.)

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But then something else happened that made me feel like a total dufus, and completely negated the whole psychic thing.  I bought The Boy a learning drills workbook on Amazon.  Its condition was listed as Used- Acceptable.  So I bought it, because it was super cheap, and obviously cheap is good, right?  The book came in the mail today, and every single page in it was completed.  Every page.  First of all, I question why anyone would list an item like that in the first place, but more importantly, I want to know why didn’t it ever occur to me that a workbook, listed on Amazon as used, might have at least some of the pages completed?  And then I realize:  Question number two answers question number one!  They listed it in full knowledge of the fact that some goofball like me would come along and buy it.   At first I thought I might just bust out the giant pink eraser and erase pages as we worked through them, but sheesh, why go to all that trouble when I can just return it, pay a few dollars more, and get a completely clean book (although that is its own kind of hassle)?  Decisions, decisions.

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So basically today taught me that I MIGHT be a psychic.  And I am NOT a careful Amazon buyer.  And I AM going to get the credit if they haven’t yet invented Thigh Control Workout Pants.  But I’m probably out of luck on that one, too.

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Until next time,

D.

 

Dobby the House Elf, a Goat, a Gecko, and an AK-47 October 4, 2012

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Hello all.  I know, it’s an odd assortment of items to be grouped together in a title, right?  Of course it is.  That title has been floating through my head almost every day for weeks.  And that would be because these items (in plastic miniature, obvs) have been on the shelves in my shower for that long.

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It’s curious, the things that show up in your life when you have a little boy in your house.  Little boys enjoy collecting things like bottle caps and making folded paper ninja stars and dragon claws.  They are all about guns and war, blood, guts, death and destruction.  At least mine is.  He learning all about WWII with the help of several books and videos his dear Grandma got him from the Bookmobile at the library.  He also wants to learn to speak Korean because we watch M*A*S*H on DVD all the time.  And he wants to learn Spanish so he can really get the most out of the Puss In Boots movie.

 

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In addition to the green plastic reptile that seems to have taken up permanent residence in the shower, The Boy also recently got a big kick out of the discovery of some real geckos- tiny little Mediterranean House Geckos that hang around the building where I work.  (He comes to work with me most days and does his homeschooling there.  We can get away with that because I work in a church building where I’m basically the only person there about 70% of the time.  It’s awesome.)  Anyway, we walked in the door one day, and one of those little guys was crawling along the floor in front of the shelf right inside the door.  He chased it and caught it, but after a few minutes and the loss of one stripe-y little gecko tail, I convinced him to let the poor thing go.  Not too long after that, he found another one in the shelf on the other side of the door, and we made it a nifty little house out of two styrofoam cups taped together.  The Boy brought the little guy home to show his sisters, and then he let that one go, too.  But in the meantime, we looked on the internet and found out all about him, where he came from, what he ate, and everything.  (That’s how we knew for sure what kind it was.)

 

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Anyway.  I guess I’m not really sure what kind of connection Dobby and the goat have in all of this, except that they just make for a funny list.  And it’s just funny what kinds of things end up in your shower when kids are around, and how when you’re doing self-directed learning homeschool, you have freedom undreamed of in a learn-by-rote, teach-to-the-test, NCLB public school classroom.  Freedom both exhilarating and terrifying.  But at least every day is an adventure.

 

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Until next time,

 

D.

 

 

 

My Future Oscar Winner: The Drama Has GOT to be Good for SOMETHING! January 6, 2011

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Hello all!  You know how I’m always saying that my son will someday either end up on The Oscars or America’s Most Wanted?  Well, I’ve decided.  It needs to be The Oscars.  This boy has got such an incredibly strong imagination, and he’s so extremely emotional!  Not that I think his mood swings are an act at this point, but I think he could use his tendency toward drama to really take him places!  Consider tonight, for example:

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We had been having what I called a Disney Dance Party, which was my way of getting these little couch potatoes moving in preparation for our trip to Disney World.  Since it’s still too dark for us all to go for a family walk when I get home from work, I decided we were just going to put on some peppy music and boogie it out as hard as we could for 20 minutes a night, working up to longer times as the trip gets closer.  So we had done that tonight, dancing to Sean Kingston‘s Fire Burning, Jay Z and Kanye’s Down, and Lady Gaga’s Disco Heaven.  (And Daughter J. insisted on listening to two songs from A Goofy Movie.)  I showed them a few exercise moves like holding a squat against the wall, and just holding a crouch for as long as we could.  I helped The Boy do a few sit-ups, and we finally stopped and sat down.  I told them we would find a calming, relaxing song to cool down to, and then I got a bright idea that turned out to be not so bright for The Boy. 

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I sat on the edge of my chair, with my arms stretched out and down against my knees.  I told them I imagined all the negative energy, dark stuff, bad moods, and ugliness shooting out of my fingertips as I stretched them downward, until my entire body was empty of anything negative.  Then I turned my palms up as I rested them on my knees and told them to imagine positive energy, light, and warmth being poured into their hands until it ran up their arms and filled up their whole chest and exploded outward.  So The Boy decided to give this a try, and my poor Little Man had been ‘receiving the positive’ for about half a minute when he just burst into tears!  He said he was crying because it was so beautiful and that he imagined little white angels falling into his hands.  He sat on my lap for a while and I tried to explain to him that I wanted him to just feel relaxed and positive, not cry!  So he got back on the couch and gave it another try and this time, he almost started crying again, because he said he saw himself being hugged by God! 

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And this after he had just earlier in the evening been grouching and griping and completely unmanageable and unreasonable about every tiny thing, up to and including having a tantrum because his hamburger bun came apart as he tried to take it out of the bag!  I swear I do not know what comes over this kid! 

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And at the same time, he  is such a comedian!  His birthday is four months from today, and he’s been bugging me about this Harry Potter merchandise he wants, something he found on one of those dvd inserts where they advertise wands and sorcerer’s stones and time-turner necklaces and golden egg pendants.  And $300 pewter HP chess sets.  You get the idea.  So he’s been bugging and begging, and since he had done nothing but be a hateful old grump to Daughter J. all evening, I told him he wasn’t getting anything until he could learn to love his sister and get along and be kind!  So they are both sitting on the couch, and a moment after I tell him this, he LAUNCHES  himself across the couch and wraps his arms around her and puts this silly, happy grin on his face.  Then when she looks over at me like “WHAT is he doing?”  he snuggles his head into her side again and grins even bigger.  Then he cuts his eyes over to me and asks “What do you think?  Can I have it now?” 

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SIGH!  I’m hoping the ‘receiving the positive’ technique will help him sleep better.  He’s always complaining that he can’t sleep, because he keeps thinking about scary things that he’s seen in video games and movies (which he was NOT allowed to watch by me, for the record!  The movie was something Daughter J. let him watch and the video games were something he watched his father play).  We were supposed to do a family project for counseling and make him a dream catcher from stuff we found around the house, but we haven’t done it yet.  He’s usually satisfied with me singing him a few songs when he gets in bed. 

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So.  We’re going to stick with the Disney Dance Party idea and hopefully will build up some stamina in my little chubby-bubbies and prepare them for tackling the World.  For my own part, I’ve been making extra trips up and down the stairs at work for the last few days.  Sadly, I think tonight’s boogie wonderland might possibly have resulted in a few stress fractures!  What I wouldn’t give for a couple of foot transplants!  Have they invented those yet, and if not, WHY NOT!? 

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And while we’re on the subject of Disney, readers should perhaps be aware that this particular topic will be increasingly on my mind in the weeks to come, because our trip is 4 months and three weeks from tomorrow!  I discovered an online message board that has the potential to become the mother of all obsessions for the next few months, www.DISboards.com , and my family is beginning to suspect cult activity!  I’m sure by the time we leave for our trip, they will have the intervention lined up for the moment our return flight lands, and all my Facebook friends will have blocked me from their feeds because they feel they may hurt someone if they see the word ‘Disney’ from me just once more!

Until next time,

D.

 

7 Quick Takes, Vol. 4 maybe? June 18, 2010

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Hello all.  Well, if this post is not as brilliant as it could be, blame it on my stupid computer.  I was almost finished and something happened and it closed and reopened the tab (which it’s been doing a lot lately) and I lost my whole post!  Grrrr! 

It was a 7 Quick Takes, and here they are:

1.  I gave RMB a good laugh the other night when we were having dinner and I had stuck my cell phone in my bra, under the strap at the top of the cup, despite the fact that I was wearing a shirt with a pocket almost right there in the same spot.  Then I gave him an even bigger laugh when I got a text message and my phone went off, lighting up and becoming visible through my shirt!  He said he was lucky to be dining with me and my “magic light-up party boobs!” 

2.  Daughter S. is starting driver’s ed in a week.  She’s been stressing out about where to go and what to bring, and I’ve been trying to convince her it’s all good, and she just needs to go in the front door at school and ask in the office on her first day.  I’m nervous for her, but I know she’ll be safe enough driving with the instructor.  She has one week in the classroom from 8:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. and then two weeks of small-group instruction, driving for two hours a day.  It will be so weird when I’m always riding in the passenger seat because one or the other of the girls needs to practice driving!

3.  Daughter S. also has something a little less stressful and hopefully much more exciting coming up.  Next month she goes to Oklahoma City to spend a week job-shadowing my baby sister, Emily.  She’ll be watching Em work during the day and they’ll have the evenings together.  Auntie Em is super fun, and has also bought tickets to a Lady GaGa concert.  She says they have crappy seats, but they’ll still have a good time. 

4.  I brought the kids home from their father’s house last night.  They had a good time, as always.  They love watching movies, playing video games, and visiting with their dad.  The girls got an extra kick out of it this time, because their dad and stepmom took them out and let them drive.  I had a nice, enjoyable time while they were gone.  It was so funny the first day, because I’ve always laughed a little at moms who acted like they couldn’t stand to be away from their kids for even a short time.  But the first day they were gone, a little boy came in the store where I work, and he reminded me so much of The Boy that I got all teary-eyed!  He was charming and talkative and really made me miss my Little Man.  But I got over it and had a nice time while they were gone- going out with RMB for dinner one night, and my cousin the next night.  It was a nice, enjoyable break. 

5.  And speaking of breaks, I’m off Monday. (Woo!)  I am taking Daughter J. to Oklahoma City, to her ocularist.  She is getting a new scleral shell.  I’m glad she’ll have it, but it’s definitely a long day, and a long, drawn out process.  We have to be there by 9:00 a.m., which means we have to leave home by 7:00 a.m.  Not particularly thrilled about that part. 

6.  Another break I’m not much looking forward to is the break from counseling I will have for the next two weeks.  The Golden Goddess is going on vacation, and it seems like a very long time.  I keep thinking that by the time she gets back, I’ll either be completely nuts or I’ll decide I don’t need counseling any more!  Actually that’s not likely, because my dearly beloved children are currently fighting and grouching with each other, and I’m not sure I can stand it much longer before I pinch their little heads off and roll them down the street!

7.  Can’t think of anything else of consequence, so I’ll just say I’m watching the fourth Harry Potter movie and it’s at the end where Cedric Diggory’s dad is wailing over his body, and you know, it’s actually kind of sad.  I know these films aren’t known for their fabulous acting, but that particular scene is really quite effective.

So now my 7 Quick Takes are concluded, and if it has cooled down any at ALL outside, I’m about to go walking with my cousin.  We went walking at the high school track while the kids were gone, and it was a lot easier than the walking trail at the park, obviously a lot smoother and flatter.  And smooshier.  I think it’s easier on my weak ankles and nonexistent arches to be walking on the nice, soft track.

So anyway, I’m off to sweat!  More 7 Quick Takes here

Until next time,

D.

 

 
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