I “created” something!! March 21, 2008
Posted by keekers in Looky here!.Tags: beads, buttons, crafts, embellished, gifts, vintage linens
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Yep, I did! I made this little box out of vintage linens, vintage greeting cards (from the 40’s), and vintage buttons! The pearls and cylindar beads are NOT vintage, but there you go! I’m so dang proud of myself!
Gave it to my mom, like a 6 year old…beaming and waiting on the edge of my seat for her to open the package and see what I did! She responded appropriately…just like she did with my refridgerator art…you know the one with the flower, the sun, maybe a bird…definelty a tree, with a hole in the side…and some grass. If you were really clever there was a one dimensional house! Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about either, your mom still has that picture.
So, there you go!
I’M A BLOGGER?! March 19, 2008
Posted by keekers in Something to think about....Tags: Blogging, child abuse, control, divorce, emotional abuse, manipulation, negligence, Sexual addiction, Spousal abuse
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Okay, so one of my cousins wrote to tell me that he had never thought of me as a “blogger”…hmmm…I couldn’t agree more. When blogging first started, I couldn’t figure out the point of it…who were these people talking to!? And yes, that last sentence was poorly structured…but who says, “To whom, are these people speaking?” I write like I speak.
Anyway…
Eventually, I realized that when I would “Google” something, I would end up on someone’s blog! After coming across these blogs, I realized that these people just had a ton to say! They were probably social butterflies and any opportunity to talk was a good opportunity.
Not like me, at all.
I have a couple people who know “much” and plenty who know “nothing.” I’ve been a bit…reserved? Yea, that’s a good word for it.
But after all of this garbage I’ve been dealing with over the past three years…I’ve decided it’s time to tell it. All of it! Ol’ Skippy sure has been telling some VERY interesting tales.
All this time, I haven’t gone after him with too much aggression, but now I think it’s reached that point where the truth needs to revealed.
I never said a word, all those years we were married.
I never let “one” friend know what was going on, in hopes that he could pull it together, and no one would know the difference…but that didn’t happen.
That’s my reason for “The Whole Thing”. To finally purge it…every nasty event! I probably would have kept it to myself, but he has tried to convince people of some really nasty lies about me and I’ve just had enough.
I realize now that he just can’t get over it, and his need for vengeance over my leaving him has him stuck and unable to move on with his life. He has communicated to me that he “will retaliate”, which I’m sure is supposed to control me and keep me silent…but I’ve been silent long enough, and for all the wrong reasons.
But this is what the abuser does…intimidates, threatens….and if I don’t speak out against the deceptions, I let him continue that abuse and that was the very reason for leaving him…
…to get us away from all of that.
Well, I’m divorced from him and now I’m going to tell it all!
And if it means I’m a “blogger”, than so be it!
Because it’s coming out, one way or another…it’s coming!
“The Whole Thing” March 15, 2008
Posted by keekers in Welcome.Tags: borderline personality, child abuse, child neglect, compulsive liar, divorce, emotional abuse, manipulation, narcissistic, Sexual addiction, verbal abuse
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For a couple years now I’ve been thinking of writing a book.
A book about “The Whole Thing”, and for those of you in my life, you know what that story is.
Actually, I started writing it about 13 years ago! At that time, I though I was writing a love story, but in the end it’s a story of abuse, lies and the realization that the one who claimed to “love”, is only capable of “hatred”.
Because the story is so unbelievable, I thought it might be good to get it out there and hopefully, give some guidance to someone else.
I know there are things I would have done differently…like not be so kind, or understanding, and I certainly would have focused more on fighting for what I was entitled to, and not so much on just getting away from him.
I think people would be shocked to know what is really going on in these situations…at least in Colorado (and maybe in any “no fault” state).
It has been an amazing learning experience to see how a liar can manipulate just about anyone. How the system demands evidence, and the liar can distract from that evidence. Basically, how the con is really capable of making a fool of just about any “professional”.
If it wasn’t so pitiful, it would be funny. If I hadn’t watched my children suffer as the result of an apathetic system, I wouldn’t believe it was possible.
But it is pitiful, and I have had to stand by and watch my babies fall apart…
For three years, now…pleading with me to do something…begging me to fix it.
My hope is to begin the story and see what kind of response there is to it…if it hooks you, I may just try to get it published.
“The Whole Thing” won’t be posted all at once. It will be a work in progress, so if it’s interesting at all, you’ll have to come back to get the next installment.
This will of course, be my rough draft, but feel free to comment. If there are parts that read confusing, please let me know, so I can correct it! I want the feedback! I need it!
If the courts won’t hear us, the public WILL!
I am going to change the names…to protect the innocent, of course. Unfortunately, I suppose I have to protect the guilty, also. I’ll have to check with my attorney to see what the risks are.
Maybe by the time I catch you up with the story, it will be over and I can write the ending.
We’ll look forward to that day, together!
I hope you’ll read it, I hope you’ll like it.
I hope it FINALLY reveals what has been overshadowed…
Pink Hearted Pencils March 12, 2008
Posted by keekers in I haven't been the same....Tags: bows, charity, donation, dumpster, freeganism, needy children, pencils, wasteful
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While out with my dearest friend, we saw a clerk from a party store pushing a dollie across the parking lot.
The dollie, stacked with two large boxes was headed toward the dumpster. Once at the dumpster, the woman grabbed the top box and lifting it over her head, poured hundreds of expensive gift bows into the large blue waste container. With our mouths hanging open, we watched as she tossed the now empty box on top of the bows.
She then reached for the second box on her dollie.
We were mesmerized…another box of bows?
She held the second large box over her head and turning it’s top down, unloaded it’s contents into the mouth of the dirty can.
Pencils! Hundreds of bundled fistfulls of beautifully decorated pencils.
My brain threw sparks inside my skull.
You know how there’s that one pen that you just love? The one that just feels right in your hand? It just writes smoother than the rest, and when you’re done using it, your paper just looks so pretty? You know the one!
While we were sitting there watching this horrible display, I realized… in that very moment…somewhere, in a lower income area…there was a little second grader sitting at her desk with her paper and her yellow #2 pencil, doing her work. And granted, her yellow #2 pencil works just fine…always has…but do you think for a minute she wouldn’t trade that yellow #2 for a pencil with little pink hearts?
The truth is, a pencil with little pinks hearts would just feel right in her hand…and she would insist it writes smoother…and when she was all done using it, her paper would just look so pretty.
But that pencil…the one with the little pink hearts…the one that SHE could have…has just been poured, with hundreds of others, into a filthy black hole. Because someone, somewhere, had the bright idea that it was easier to throw it out, than to make one phone call to a charity, who would then come and pick up the donation!
Well…I’ve never stood so tall, as I did inside that dumpster, and my dearest friend stood with me…and with the tossed box, we collected hundreds and hundreds of bundled, decorated pencils.
With every armload, I knew…just like my favorite pen…these pencils would just feel right…in all those worthy little hands.
I was thinking of putting a bow on each gift of pencils…
…wonder where I could find some for a good price…? : )
