Innocence

March 31, 2009

A couple of weeks ago, our pastor was speaking on the subject of relationships. In the front row, a small blonde-haired boy sat quietly, listening intently to the pastor’s every word. I was quite impressed by his behavior; he couldn’t have been more than 4 years old. The pastor was speaking passionately about the repercussions of speaking out of anger (hmmm) and looked out to the congregation.

“How many of you have NEVER said something you regretted?”

The young boy’s hand shot up immediately.


On Deck

March 30, 2009

Throughout my life, I’ve known people who always have a “stand-by” ready when their relationship fails. As their relationship starts to skid, they look for advice from the outside, and before you know it, you’ve confided deep secrets in someone instead of taking the route you should have:

Confiding in your spouse/significant other.

It’s a dangerous path, because all too often, those feelings can strengthen until they develop into something else. I know; I’ve seen it happen. And for those who think I’m judging, or referring to my ex, I’m not.

I’m confessing.

I’ve done it in my life. I’ve done it more than once. Rather than deal with confrontation, I would pick up the phone, call a close friend, and start ranting. Of course, all you’re doing is complaining about your relationship all the time, so naturally, your “friends” will tell you it’s all wrong for you. So then you start looking outside of your relationship for what it’s *supposed to look like.*… and when you start looking, you will find it, I guarantee you. You’ll be lying next to your spouse at night, thinking about how much happier you could be with another person… the guilt eats you alive, adds to the growing resentment. But you stay faithful; you made a commitment.

Don’t you realize you’ve already left?

As time passes, I’ve grown to realize my part in the failure of my marriages. No, I didn’t cheat physically. But there were things that they could not give me.  Rather than ask, I looked to the outside. It seems harmless, to talk to another human being about your fears, your frustrations, your hopes and dreams. For me, it’s particularly easy; I hold nothing back. In the case of the second marriage, it was almost necessary to feel like I had a human connection; he was not a bad man, but he was not interested in hearing about my aspirations. He would support me, but had no desire to be part of them.  It was very lonely.

As he pulled away, I knew what was coming. When he moved out, I knew he wouldn’t be back. When he said “divorce,” I was devestated. So I looked to a friend.  And of course, he was there.

You can’t make your relationship work if you’re already looking at the next one. There’s no lack of people in my life who have expressed their interest in dating me, but there is one big difference that has come to light lately; I no longer leave that door open. And it scares the crap out of me to close it.

My friend D calls us “collectors.” Collectors keep lots of people around who feed their fragile egos. It seems harmless; a couple of people who tell you how awesome you are, how sweet you are, how lucky someone is to have you… Let’s face it; everyone loves an ego boost. But it’s when you come to rely on those people that you have a serious problem.

That was me.

For the sake of self-esteem, I would keep certain people around; people who would tell me how great I was. People who would tell me I was beautiful. People who would do and say the things that I so desparately wanted to hear from the person I was with… and it would be wonderful for a while, until tough times came. In steps the next “friend,” always eager to be there… and while there would not be a physical relationship, there is still a bond there that should not have been until the other door was fully closed.

If you’re hiding a relationship, any relationship, from the one you love, you have a serious problem.

If, on the other hand, someone is open and honest about that relationship with you and you’re a jealous maniac, then YOU have a problem.

As a woman who has more man friends than female ones, I can imagine that’s pretty hard to deal with. On the flip side, if my man has close ties with another woman, I’m jealous… unless she makes it clear she’s not after my man. Hypocritical? Absolutely. I still ahve some work to do.

Making myself aware of these personal character flaws has been a long and painful process. There are certain truths about myself I’ve had to deal with. There are immeasurable amounts of fear in dealing with them. I’ve had to change behaviors within myself that go against years of bad habit. I’ve had to let go of some monster insecurities and put my trust in people that, quite frankly, I’m scared to trust.

But at some point, my life has got to change. If I keep seeing the same mistakes over and over again, I have to come to grips with it… maybe I’m not the victim. Maybe I’m the problem.


Creative Block

March 30, 2009

“Why is it crooked?”

“It’s called ‘artist’s perspective.’”

“Looks crooked to me.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted it that way.”

“Is that camera too heavy for you or something?”

“What?”

“They all lean that way; the same amount. Like, 45 degrees.”

(moment of silence)

“Holy crap, you’re right.”

“Either that, or your left leg is about a foot shorter than your right.”

“Shut up.”

“Or course, you could be falling down. You do that a lot too.”

“Shut up.”

“Or maybe you just drink a lot before you shoot.”

“Do you not understand SHUT UP?”


The Storms Roll In

March 25, 2009

There’s something about the anticipation of a storm; the heaviness of the air, the dark ominous clouds, the distant roll of thunder.  I watch with an eerie sense of calm as the lighting cuts through the clouds, illuminating the darkness with a bright swash of blue and pink…

Maybe it’s the ensuing chaos outside reflecting the sense of anxiety I have within that sets me at ease; sometimes, even Mother Nature has an attitude.


The Cost of Free Speech

March 24, 2009

I’ve thought about this for quite some time now… at my old job, my blog was strictly monitored (special thanks to an ex-employee with a huge grudge. Well, mission accomplished, buddy. Hope you can spare the karma).

I never understood what my personal life had to do with my professional life; I understand the rigid constraints of Sarbanes-Oxley, but what does that have to do with the rants of a single mother? My blog was used against me, things taken out of context… the most disappointing thing about that is that they were taken out of context by someone who I *thought* understood my dry sense of humor. But as long as I’m not posting about the company, what business do they have monitoring me?

In this day and age, it’s getting harder and harder to express yourself without it being taken the wrong way. It’s not just the Internet sites I’m talking about either; try managing a staff in the constraints of corporate America, and your head will start to hurt. Endless HR meetings about sensitivity training, HIPAA regulations, sexual harassment… when did the world get so freaking sensitive? The scary part was, I just treated others the way that I wanted to be treated. I laughed loudly, I joked, I poked fun at my own faults… and when I saw something not functioning correctly, I pointed it out.

Big mistake.

Somewhere, in the big HR world, someone made a rule that you can’t do that. Because when you do that, you hurt someone’s feelings, and then YOU end up with a write-up in your folder despite the fact that you were trying to save the company.

Seriously, people? What has this world come to?

I have no doubt that my blogs and my social networking accounts may have cost me a job-offer or two… to be honest, I can live with that. I don’t hide who I am from the world, despite numerous warnings that I should. I still come from the belief that hard work and honesty *can* get you somewhere. I still believe that talent *has* to account for something. I still believe that I can find a *cause* to work for, rather than a corporation.

This is me, in all my flawed glory. What you see is what you get. I have good days and I have bad days. I get angry and I get over it. I never say things I don’t mean, but that doesn’t mean that when I say something bone-headed that I don’t regret it later. I live in the moment, and that’s all each post is… a thought in a moment.

I wish poeple could understand it. I wish others would just say what they mean, tell the truth about their intentions, and not hide their agendas…. the world would be so much easier that way.


We Are Family

March 20, 2009

After my grandmother died, my grandfather’ health deteriorated quickly. Ravaged by Alzhemier’s, he lived with us until he died, when my parents had him cremated. My mother decided to have him buried at a national cemetery in Biloxi since he was a World War II veteran, but they weren’t sure exactly when they’d make it over there. So his ashes hung around for a little while.

A few months later, my father and I were running an errand to Walmart, and he couldn’t find a parking space. He pulled into a handiapped parking space and pulled out my grandfather’s handicapped sticker.

“Dad!  You can’t do that!”

“Sure I can. Your grandpa’s in the glovebox.”


How To Drive In Houston

March 18, 2009

I awoke this morning to a dense fog; under normal circumstances, this would be ideal weather for, say, blowing off the entire day and staying in bed with the covers over my head. However, some stupid little principle called “responsibility” shoved me from my happy haven back into reality, and I had to drive into work.

It’s no secret how much I hate driving in Houston. In a perfect world with excellent driving conditions, Houston drivers are still stupid. I’m not quite sure why this is; part of me thinks it’s the whole “Texas” mentality that I’m starting to embrace. Bigger is better, it’s all mine, and get the hell out of my way  (Texas is like the mecca for only children. As a matter of fact, I AM.)

Anyway, to kill the time and relieve the pressure so my skull doesn’t fracture, I unleash my frustration on the digital world (further annoying my co-commuters) by playing on Twitter. Apparently I’m not the only person with this opinion on Houston drivers:

KristieMac : How to drive like a Houstonian; close eyes, hit gas. Especially entertaining on foggy mornings such as this.

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian,Pt 2: Don’t use a blinker when changing lanes. Cut ppl off without warning and slow to 30 mph.

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian,Pt3: Upon entering the freeway, immediately get over to far *left lane and maintain speed of 55mph

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian, Pt4: When entering freeway,use right hand shoulder for half a mile until you can ram your way in.

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian, Pt5: When in stopped traffic, use left hand shoulder as expressway.

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian Pt.6: Semi-Trucks=Free Cut-in, esp. in stop-and-go traffic. N/m that there is less than car length

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian, Pt7: When entering freeway, make sure to stop when you’re halfway on instead of accelerating.

DarthMolen@KristieMac In Houston, when you buy a new car, they charge extra for blinkers….

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to drive like a Houstonian, Pt8: In bumper to bumper traffic, make sure you change lanes every 3 seconds.

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to Drive like a Houstonian, Pt 9: If somebody cuts you off,be sure to tailgate them for 3 miles with brights on,honking horn.

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to Drive like a Houstonian, Pt10: When on Freeway, you must text message every contact in your phonebook at least once.

KristieMac@DarthMolen Wait a minute… I can text and drive. Honest!

DarthMolen@KristiMac Let me guess the technique. 2 hands on top of the wheel holding your phone and typing as you steer and try to watch the road?

KristieMac@DarthMolen Not even close; left-handed driving, not even LOOKING at the road. Type fast, then drive ;)

KristieMac@DarthMolen The Life-Is-Short-Text-Fast-Or-Die Method

DarthMolen@KristieMac How to Drive like a Houstonian Pt.11: If you talk more than 2 hrs a day on phone while driving, you must boycott headsets

DarthMolen@KristieMac ok… I’m done with my driving quibbles. Moral of the Story? Driving in Houston is bad for your health…

KristieMac@DarthMolen Provided you live through it…

Special thanks to DarthMolen for providing my morning entertainment.


Losin’ My Street Cred

March 16, 2009

Me: K (heart) D fo-EVA.

D: EVA? Like in Wall-e?

Me: No… Fo-EVA, like I’m some ignorant 13-year-old who can’t spell because all the texting has rotted my sense of proper English.


Kids Say….

March 13, 2009

“Mommy, are you and Mr. D gonna get married?”

“Um, no baby, we’re just going to the mall.”

“You are?”

“Yes, we’re just going to the mall right now.”

“Oh, okay.”

(moment of silence)

“What did she ask?”

“Nothing. We’re just going to the mall right now.”


Where’ve You Been?

March 12, 2009

I’ve discovered that social networking has cut directly into my blogging time; it’s easier to update my life in 140 characters than actually sitting down and creating a well-thought, comprehensive daily essay (shut up, I think a *little* before I write!)  Either way, it bothers me that the blog is suffering. I love my blog. Nobody else may, but *I* do.

Also, the adjustment to the new lifestyle (as my X so lovingly puts it) has taken a toll on me as well. I’ve finally recovered from the month of pure hell known as January, caught up the bills that fell behind during my period of unemployment, and settled into a quiet new routine. That’s been the hardest part; I was used to being surrounded by vibrant and creative people (my old staff), and my new job has little interaction with anyone except the occasional high school football coach, and most of those conversations go something like this:

” Is _____ there?”

“No, sir. Can I take a message?”

“Uh. This is mushmouthihavenoideawhathesaid from mushmouthhighschool.”

“I’m sorry, Coach, could you repeat that?”

“Uhn. COACH MushmouthIstillhavenoidea.”

“Um, okay… I’ll have her call you back.”

And then I forget to write down the phone number.

If it weren’t for the clever 140-character quips from my various friends, I’d go absolutely insane. Luckily, the BF breaks up the monotony with his various adventures, and I get a few calls in to the Booger during the day. But overall, my life has become…. well, QUIET.

Funny, when you keep wishing for something… then you get it…