No, I will not hold!

I hate being put on hold. Not by someone on the phone as someone in the flesh. Like I can't do something because I have to wait for someone to do something first. So I've modified an old saying to solve this problem:

If you want something done now, do it yourself.

Don't whine! Just do it. It's beats waiting.

Exsample:
You really could use a foot massage but your husband won't do it. Oh he doesn't say no, just says he's busy and when he's done with this he will, but three hours later he still isn't done and you've been on hold the whole time. Just give yourself a foot massage! There, it's done and you can move on without the bitter resentment that you husband never does anything for you and blah blah blah (which isn't even true!).

This works with many things, taking out the trash, unloading the dishwasher, buying yourself flowers, mowing the lawn. Stop whining and get to work!

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Lights, camera, action!

Does life really have to go in that order? My mom and I were talking about the missions we served. Coupled with one of my boys bringing me my old camera, I've had a deep thought. I know, stop the presses.

Why do I feel this need to keep a camera ready at all times? What is with this need to not miss a single photo opp ever?

It just makes me look like a dork. Besides, it's not really me. I'd rather just enjoy the moment then move on to the next.




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Letter to a Friend

My friend,


You want to have a pity party but you keep holding it back. But you are only treating the simptoms. The underlining problem is still there. You give so much of yourself, and no one gives back it seems. Hey girl, that's totaly laget.! We have all had cause to ask "when is it MY turn?"


But you have the solution in a pefectly beautiful circle that takes us back to the start of it all. You give give give. You want to give. 


You like it.


When you start to feel you would like to be on the reciving end, give. Give to yourself something nice, do service for you, take time out of your busy life for you. Even if it's just a friendly hello when you pass yourself in the hall, we forget how much good that can do... Yep, that's the making of sci-fi right there. "Hi me, how are you today?" "Well, life kind of sucks, and I'm the only one that seems to care!"

Anyway, yes, sometimes life is self serve. But there is no reason why we can't take care of some of our own needs. Want a girls' night out, but no ones invted you? Invite them. If they can't go, you still go and enjoy yourself. Your husband doesn't get you flowers? You go buy them for you.


You get the point.


Life is too short and we are too tired to waste time wishing. Go and make things happen. 


Viv

Does That Make Me Codependent?

When it comes to mood/social/emotional/mental disorders, I'm something of a hypochondriac. I'm just your average O.C.D.A.D.D.A.C.D.C.Scitso.Over-anxer.Nympho.Addictive-Personality like everyone else these days.

But codependent? That would be like finding out I'm a puppy kicker.

And yet I want to give someone some advice and since it's late and my brain has turned off for the night, I cannot for the life me figure out why. Why do I want to give this person advice.

They need it?
They asked for it?
I want a thank you?
I want someone's life to change for the better because of something I said?
I want to repair a friendship by changing the person so I can be friends with them again?

Heaven help me, I don't even want to touch this one with a *ten foot pole cat. Move on, Viv, move on. Let it go....

But I'm not a teenager anymore. Isn't it childish to be so petty about who I will or won't be friends with? Haven't I put childish things behind me? Isn't it me who's always telling myself I don't have time for nonsense from anyone, especially me?

Oh well, time for bed.

*Now THERE'S a scary thought!

Party Time!

(c)

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Oh, One

The big 0 1 is tomorrow. My twin's b-day. Simply put, it was like 2 years wrapped into one. Or maybe 2 years squared. They are such sweet little guys. And I've become closer to Jeff. Tomorrow is the dawn of not only a new day, but a new year. One that will start with a kitchen full of messy dishes, way too much laundry piled up and a living room floor that may or may not still exists. I asked Jeff to tell me I'm doing a good job. (I needed a boost and I don't have time to wait for him to figure out what to say. Just tell me what I need to hear!) He said I am doing a good job. I was still bummed though and told him to look around and say that. He was very profound. He said "You are doing a good job. The house isn't on fire, there's no poop on the walls and the babies are still alive."

So everyone, Happy New Year! Here's to having a fire free house, and may this next year find you without poop on the walls!

Now let's muddle through old angs zine or what ever it's called so I can call it a night.

The Trip To the Zoo That Never Happened

I love the zoo. Yeppers, I sure love the zoo. I can go anytime I want because I got a membership and I can drag a friend with me so I don't have to wonder around the zoo alone. I don't even mind (very much anyway) that a double stroller with twins in it becomes an attraction at the zoo for everyone else. Yes, I hear you as I pass by "Look, twins!" And no I'm not stopping so you can admire them because this stroller is getting heavy and I'm pushing up a slight incline.

Anyway I'd go a lot more if I had a car during the day. But today was to be the day I went with my friend Heather (she's the one that came up with the nail brush to remove stains! Yea Heather!). But alas, she had to cancel due to lack of gas funds. Understandable. So we're going tomorrow instead. Yea Zoo!

Today was quite the adventure though. It started off craptastic with babies beating me up. When we finally got out of bed and had breakfast I was in such a bad mood! Bob has thrush, I was so Tired! The kind where you sit down and cry. So I called my friend Sarah and she said she'd be right over, which is awesome of her 'cause it's an hour drive! 

Then I found out my MIL was going to be home after all, and I really wasn't facing a day alone. Since we have a standing agreement that she'll come to the zoo with me I asked if she'd like to today because some of her plans fell through. She said that there wouldn't be time. It'd be 12:30 by the time we got there and she'd have to leave by 3:00. It wouldn't be worth it.

Uh.... that's 2 1/2 hours at the zoo. With twins. Strapped into a stroller. Twins that aren't even a year old yet and the most exciting thing at the zoo so far as they're concerned is the wooden poles that make up the fences around the real fences that hold in the animals. 

Oh well, didn't really want to go to the zoo anyway, I was in a crappy mood and Sarah was on her way to keep me sane.

Then Jeff calls and tells me his plans fell through and he was going to come strait home after work so I could have the car to go to the zoo! Yea!! 

But when Sarah got here she suggested I come back with her and the idea came up that she could drop me off at the zoo and Jeff could pick me up on his way home. I couldn't reach Jeff to see what he thought, said "What the hell" and off we went, babies, stroller and all. 

We had a blast! It was so random and fun. We stopped at Arby's and got this amazing phily cheese stake *drool* sandwich and ended up with free curly fries! Yum! Anyway, I finally got ahold of Jeff who tells me he's getting off work early, can't talk right then, but wasn't too thrilled with the idea of me coming down there. Since the zoo was out now because Jeff won't come with me (boo!) he asked what I was going to do once I got down there. I said he could pick me up and take me home. 

You would have thought I was asking him to date his sister.* "What? Come all the way down just to come home?" 

So we get there and there's a mix up about where to pick me up, but that gets sorted out and Jeff's none too happy with me because I waisted something, and he had to make a detour to pick me up. Whatever, Sarah and I had a blast! So many things had come together to help cheer me up. I really felt that someone up there was looking out for me, you know. 

But here's the thing I keep thinking. Why does everything I do have to be productive, efficient and worth it? Where does it say I can't have a waisted effort, a plan not working out or a random trip to the valley just to turn around and come back? No one used more gas than they would have anyway and I got out of the house. Maybe I'm feeling like I can't live up to some expectation that may or may not be there. 

I mean, let's face it here folks, there is no way I'm spending all day at the zoo. With twins. It stops being fun real quick. So if it's not worth it to someone, fine. It's not about what it's worth, it's about ME. No really. It's about getting ME out of the house, out with MY friends, seeing the animals I want to see. Walking so I can lose weight, and getting out of the house so I don't have to look at the mess that I'm not cleaning up. 

To sum up: I'm going to the zoo- yes, again! and no, we won't be there long.

*yep, a trip waisted is THAT obscene.