Monday, July 23, 2012

I'd Pick More Daises

If I had my life to live over,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax.
I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have on this trip.
I would be crazier.
I would be less hygienic.
I would take more chances,
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets.
I would burn more gasoline.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I have had my moments
And if I had it to do over again,
I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another,
Instead of living so many years ahead each day.
I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute.

If I had to do it over again,
I would go places and do things.
I'd travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more.
I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident.
I would ride on merry-go-rounds.

I'd pick more daisies.

~By Nadine Stair, age 85

Monday, May 14, 2012

Middle-Aged Mess...or Maybe Not?

It's Monday morning. I'm at work desperately trying to look busy and not die from boredom at the same time.

These last few weeks have taken me for a ride that I would rather have avoided all together. As things seem to happen for a reason, I needed to take this trip to learn from it. The trip is over but the learning from it part has evaded me. That's what scares the shit out of me.

I started this blog many moons ago simply to express what was happening "inside of me"; my personal growth, my spiritual experiences, my passions, my pain.

Unfortunately, I have abused it along the way; taking out my frustrations, my anger and my bitterness with people, places and things. Most times, I haven't held back, thinking that spewing all over this electronic platform will somehow make me feel better. All it really does is hurt others and leave me with a feeling of conintued angst.

On the otherhand, this is my blog, my space, my journey. This blog is going to evolve like any living being, with good and evil; beauty and disgust; joy and sorrow. If you read this on occasion in hopes of adding to your ammunition against me, have fun as I am full of all kinds of messed up stuff. Then check your motives and kindly fuck off go away. I prefer that you simply try to enjoy my "happenings" and live and let live.

I have found myself going through some sort of identification crisis as of late. I recently had another short-lived stint with a previous boyfriend that ended up (again) in a twisted mess of painful feelings that should never have been unearthed.

I won't even bother discussing the details any further than saying I am in no place, emotionally, spiritually or mentally, to be trying to accept or give back any form of love outside of my comfort zone. Loving another person, of the opposite sex, intimately (*pause for effect...*) is apparently not on my "To Do" list right now (pun intended). Though I desperately wanted to be ready, I had to be honest with myself and him (finally) that I just don't possess any way to give back or receive. Selfish? You bet! I still haven't grown up ya know.

My only regret for ending the relationship (again) is that I could not (or is it would not?) listen to my God-Voice, my intuition, my conscience until more pain had to be dealt. I certainly didn't handle this like a well-balanced, mature adult.

Damn I really suck sometimes.

But then again, we all do.

I don't have the corner market on being a piece of shit to someone else. (More like the corner office) but I digress.

I sought out this post for some kind of quick fix, instant relief if you will, since drugs and alcohol really don't work for me. At least not anymore. (Wait...did they ever?!)

Nevermind that...

I want to feel better about what I've done. I want to forgive myself for my actions. I want to let go, forgive and forget, blah blah blah. Same old sob story.

What I really need to do is shit or get off the pot. This is getting old.

Why do I always try to force some sort of peace in my life? Haven't I learned by now that forcing anything is a direct contradiction to the serenity and sanity that I seek? Hmmm, not so much.

However, I am getting closer...

I've even come into question about what/who God really is to me. Well, let me re-phrase that.

I've come into question about what/who God is to me because I'm allowing others' concepts of "their God" to cloud my Vision.

I stopped trusting in myself that the God I believe in has always been there for me and will never leave me, regardless if another person thinks I'm going to Hell.

Hell, for me, is when I'm fighting what comes from my heart, the very same heart that God gave me.

I really do need to stop people pleasing. Really.

I'm happiest (with myself) when I'm not giving a shit what others think of me.

Wait, I need to repeat that.


Well, that felt good. No, that felt GREAT! I think I've blogged myself into some perspective. I dig that about me. *wink*

So, until later, take care of you cause that's all you have.

Jenny Defx <3

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

My Bucket List

Thought I'd start a Bucket List just for kicks. It's a work in progress, just like everything else in my life. Should be fun to see how this goes... 1. Hike to Havasupai in the Grand Canyon 2. Climb an oak tree 3. Catch a lightning bug 4. Go to Disneyland

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


My friend, an amazing young woman in sobriety, sends me texts every morning to start my day. Today's message hit home. "Serenity comes when you stop expecting and start accepting." Acceptance.... Here goes: I was born with a facial deformity; being beautiful is out of the question. I can't fill a pre-teens bra; flat chests aren't attractive. I've made some horrible, life-altering decisions; I'm where I brought myself. I've hurt my mother and brother beyond repair; there's no way to go back to innocent. I'm mental and crazy; Duh I'm a receptionist at a dead-end job; I get what I settle for. I let anyone have me, whenever they want; I have no self-respect or confidence. I hate who I am; Get over it - you made your bed now lie in it and stop hurting everyone else around you.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

When "I'm Sorry" No Longer Works

Amazing how 24 hours can change your perspective.

Last night, I thought I had lost my mother. The feelings of not being good enough, not being able to be the daughter she needed, and not making up for all the wrong's I could never make right flooded my conscience along with all the regret and sorrow that goes along with it.

Today, with great relief, my mother is not gone and is with those that can give her the care she needs.

The years of disappointment have taken their toll. When it comes to my mother's friends, they are amazing, wonderful women that will do anything for her, as good friends should be. When it comes to letting me in, well that's another story.

I've made more mistakes in my 40 years than I can count. (Haven't we all?). I've tried for the last decade to redeem myself. Yesterday, I realized that the poison, the gossip, the anger continues to fester.

When another person's snide remarks "tell" you that all is NOT well and that you should probably go away, you tend to get a little sore and sad.

I don't blame my mother and her friends for how they feel. I have my own friends that know my pain and want to protect me from harm.

Why is this any different?

It's different because I am the one they are protecting her from. *ouch*

I am so happy that my mother is getting the medical help she needs along with the help of her countless, very protective friends.

I ache to be there with her but it's obvious that I'd do more damage than good simply by walking through the door.

What haunts me now are the unanswered questions that run circles in my mind...

Is it ok to turn around and walk away? Is it ok to stop trying? Is it ok to know that others will talk and say what makes them feel better yet it no longer is something I can put up with? Is it worth it to never see my mother again?

I was hoping last night could be another opportunity to show my love and regret for who I've become by driving all night to show up with a great BIG hug.

Today I understand that it's a good thing that I turned the car around.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Insomnia's Cursed Blessing

It's 4:01am where I'm at. I've been up for an hour. I keep checking my FB on my BB - nothing. I think to myself "when did I start "speaking" in letters?

I look over at my sweet animals, awakened by my restlessness, now trying to stay awake for the sake of my company as their little eyes grow heavy and they drift off to dream what I hope are peaceful dreams.

After a night of tears and sadness over the uncertainty of my Mother's health, my daughter lies next to me, already in blissful oblivion, her light breathing soothes my soul. I ponder over my blessings for there are many, so many.

I think about my Mom. She and I have had years of heartache and pain, caused mainly by my selfish need to demand that everyone "love" each other the way I need them to. The irony of that catches up to me this morning. To force anyone to love a certain amount or a certain way is a complete oximoron and belittlement of the word. I search my heart for a way to let go of my limiting and hurtful ideals. I yearn to know what it's like to truly love someone. Then I look down at my daughter. Bingo.

I think about the piggy bank out on the counter that has my last bit of savings in it. Meant for Riley and Disneyland, I am saddened that I will yet again have to empty the piggy to get food in the fridge.

I think about the men I've known. Most of them are a waste of my thoughts. They shouldn't keep me too long from writing about those that are worthy. A few come to mind that I quitely wish the best for. One floats on through that will never, ever leave my mind until I take my last breath. "I still love you Edward" echoes in the deepest part of my mind, heart and soul. Wherever you are, I wish nothing but the best for you. I hope you have found the love that still eludes me today.

I think about my Cuervo kitty that is beyond her years. She hangs on to life maybe to love on my daughter's head as she sleeps. Maybe to look up at me with those piercing green eyes to "tell" me she loves me. Maybe to continue to watch over all of us and make sure we're ok. I hope it's the love we return that keeps her little kitty heart beating. I dread the day that I come home and there's no Cuervo to greet me.

I think of how I want to get out of this town. Find a place of solice and beauty once again. Then I am reminded to bloom where I'm planted. I know this place is temporary, even if it takes years to find my way out.

Thoughts return to my Mom. I pray she is sleeping peacefully somewhere in some hospital room. I send her my love via the invisible airwaves and into the Universe. She'll never know how much I love her. I believe NOW is my opportunity to show her.

I want to go on and on - a purge of thoughts that plague me and bless me as well wish to pour from my mind onto this electronic outlet. As the laptop battery fades to black, I most go now, proofread and post. I'm hoping these words will be read someday, possibly by another lost soul out there that cannot sleep either.

Goodnight my loves.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Cocktail Weenies Aren't Part of a Veggie's Diet

Well duh! Right? We all know that cocktail weenies are made of some kind of mystery meat and any self-respecting vegetarian wouldn't come within 10 feet of one. Yea...but we all fall flat on our faces sometimes. Here's another inglorious post about my latest lesson in partaking in shitty appetizers.