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I am a mother of two beautiful, grown women. I believe sarcasm is the sixth love language and I read like it is my job. I read close to 200 books a year and I love talking about what I read and great authors I find. I usually don't go for the books everyone else is reading. I love authors that are funny, but can be serious when they need to be. Romance is my favorite genre, but fantasy romance is not for me. I love building things and repurposing old furniture and building materials. Sometimes I just need to be creative. I'm also extremely ADHD and neurodivergent, but that just makes me more fun and interesting. As long as you can keep up. I am extremely honest and am not afraid to share my opinion. I try to do it in a nice way though. Constructive criticism is good, being flat out mean when you share your opinion is unnecessary.

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Runaway Bride

Have you ever seen the movie Runaway Bride with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere? If you haven't here is a brief summary. Richard Gere is a reporter who goes to this small town to do a story on Julia Robert's character who has been deemed the Runaway Bride because she has run out on quite a few weddings to various guys. There is some more stuff that happens, but if you want to know more than I am telling you then go rent it.

Anyway, one of the parts of the movie that really stuck with me was him asking each of her former fiancées how she liked her eggs and each one of them telling him that she liked them the way they liked him. It was a small thing with great significance. The guys all thought she liked her eggs like they did because when she was with each one of them she changed to be what she thought they wanted her to be. She did not know what she wanted.

In many relationships women tend to become who they think the man wants them to be. They don't do it consciously usually, but over time they lose a piece of themselves. When I met my husband I did not like football at all. We met in February so football season had just ended. We had six months of the getting to know each other part of our relationship before NFL Preseason started. He began to get all excited and I kind of sunk at the thought of loosing him to football for the next six months. He was smart enough to ask me why I didn't like football and I told him because I didn't understand it. He then took it upon himself to teach me football so we could watch together. I became a Tennessee Volunteer fan because he was and that was the games he was teaching me through. I had grown up in the middle of Alabama/Auburn Football as an Alabama fan, but after meeting students from that school I could no longer make myself be an Alabama fan and really I only cared who won the Iron Bowl anyway so it wasn't like I was giving up a huge part of who I was to change teams.

Over time I have become a huge football fan. I still cheer for the Vols, even though they have not been great over the last ten years and after having lived in Nashville as the Titans were starting I became a Titans fan as well. I will admit that now living in Indiana I don't get the chance to watch the games like I would like so I sadly do not know the players like I used to, but I still watch when I can and hope for the best.

So what's the big deal about football? Well, me beginning to like football was just the start of me changing myself for him. I was never a big music fan other than the Beatles. I had honestly learned to tune most music out after having dated a guy that constantly listened to heavy metal. My husband, however, was a musician and music was his life. So I began to expand my horizons and learned all new genres of music and I found that I did in fact like most kids of music. Jazz being one of the few that I cannot tolerate at all for any length of time.

There were other things I was exposed to due to him and I will not say I am not thankful to have learned about them, but I do regret giving up the things I was into in order to have the time to do the things he was into. Shopping was a huge one, but I will get back to that. My point is I gave up my passions for his.

Now you may think that he learned some of my passions and I taught him things. If you think that you would be wrong and he would not be the only man that has not made that effort. It seems most men don't take the time to learn what the women in their life are passionate about. I don't know if it is because they think it is too girlie or what, but it is quite common for the woman to learn to like what the man likes and the man to not care about what she like. Then ten plus years down the road the women are not the woman they were when they first met and then comes the fight of "you have changed". First off, we all change so that is a stupid fighting point. Second, she changed so she could spend more time with the guy.

Before I met my husband I would save up my money and go shopping. I would usually drag my mom along, but sometimes I went with a friend or alone. I would spend hours looking at clothes and trying them on until I found the best outfits at the best prices. Then I met my husband and he hates to shop for anything but music or electronics. Where I could spend hours in a mall looking at clothes, he could spend hours in a record store going through vinyl. When he and I would go to the mall together he would drag me into a music store and I would be bored out of my mind so when I would go in a clothing store I didn't want him to feel the way I had felt in the record store so I learned to walk in take a quick walk through and if nothing jumped out at me right away I walked back out. My whole shopping pattern changed. His on the other hand did not and so eventually he got to the point where he would only go to music stores without me which I was fine with.

So what is the point in telling you this? Well, I am here to stand up and say I want me back! I want to go shopping and take my time. I want to sit down with a book even if there is football on and read. I want to go out with my female friends and laugh and make fun of things and I challenge every other woman out there to do the same thing. Don't wait until there is something wrong in your relationship or you have a fight about how you have changed. Do it now! Be that girl you were before you had a man in your life. You don't have to go off to some hippie commune to find yourself, just remember yourself.

Men are great to have in your life, but I can almost guarantee that they don't want to look into sad eyes that have no clue of who they are. It is a process. You won't wake up tomorrow and suddenly be who you want to be, but by taking that first step you are on the road to finding her again. After all isn't that who they fell in love with in the first place? Why does getting married and having kids have to mean that you have to lose who you are? Get out there and find out how you like your eggs.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

What we leave behind

Have you ever thought about what you will eave behind when you die? I'm not talking about just your personal belongings, although feel free to throw me into your will at anytime :) What I am actually talking about is your legacy. What will your friends and family say about you after you are gone?

I for one wonder what they will say. I know some will say I was funny and sarcastic and rarely neglected to give my opinion. I know some will say I was a "b" word because I will admit to some people I have been. But I would also hope that they would say something about my caring heart and how much I don't want others to hurt. I've taken those spiritual gifts tests so many times and mercy is always at the top of the list for me, but I don't know that many people actually see that side of me. Sometimes it gets hidden behind my own pain and sometimes, I will honestly say, I get lazy and don't let it show. I would also hope that I would be remembered for my ability to forgive. I have forgiven a lot of people in my life who have hurt me in many different ways. I don't say that to toot my own horn, I say that because it was something I had to learn to do in order to get through my depression. I found that holding grudges and holding onto hurts didn't hurt the person I was hurt by, it only hurt me.

So what else do I want to leave behind? I just read an article about people dying and their facebook and/or twitter pages being part of that legacy. I had not really thought about that until then. I mean what does your last post say about you? Would you be happy with whatever your last post was if you died right now? It really made me think that I need to try harder with my posts. I mean I really don't know how I would feel about my last post talking about the new lipstick I bought. Not that I think I will be thinking about that once I am dead, but it is the principle of the thing. Your facebook or twitter page will become a memorial to you for awhile after you die. Do you really want a complaint about the service at McDonalds to be the last thing people hear from you? Now if the food at McDonalds killed you and you had complained about that, maybe that would be ok, but other than that, I don't think that is the last words I want of mine to be about.

What does all of this mean? Well, I don't really know. I can't guarantee that every post I make from here on out is going to be deep and thoughtful, but maybe I will be less inclined to post that complaint about the BMV... Nah, who am I kidding it is the freakin BMV of course I will complain about them. But then after that I will immediately post something a little deeper :) Besides those who know me well, know that I have an opinion about everything right?

I guess what I am trying to say is to try to be more positive with your posts and maybe that picture of you drunk dancing on a table is not the best thing to have as your profile picture. But you don't have to be all deep to leave that legacy. I think I want my last post to be something that makes people laugh and I think I need to post a few more pictures of myself having fun so just maybe my final post will be one my girls can smile at and say, "Yep, that was my mom."