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Thriller meets Legos meets…. everything! May 10, 2008

Filed under: Lego Videos, Weirdness, da fam — Kyra Sutra @ 7:39 pm

Thanks to the SoBe Thrillicious Superbowl commercial my children are in love with the Thriller dance. I find this whole thing hilarious and so I looked up the original Michael Jackson video on YouTube and me and the kids jammed out and then tried desperately to learn the choreography. What was funniest of all was Matthew’s reaction to seeing Michael Jackson of the 80’s:

“Whoa. Michael Jackson is BLACK? I thought he was a white guy.”

Hmmm.

At any rate they think the Thriller video is the greatest thing ever and I have had to watch it about 9 zillion times today which is fine with me because we tend to get the fuck down to it pretty good. My kids are awesome. I decided to search YouTube for a better quality Thriller video so we could get a more accurate vision of the dance so that we may learn it and then bust it out in Target or somewhere very public and while I was searching, I discovered something terribly fantastic.

There are videos on YouTube where people have re-enacted videos frame by frame, scene by scene down to every stinkin’ detail…. with Legos.

Oh my god. Awesome! So, me and the kids have rather enjoyed watching the Thriller dance being done, rather impressively I might add, by Lego men. I swear to god, I have made cartoons before and this must have taken hours. Dean thought I was crazy for having the patience to spend hours and hours on our Larry King video but THIS takes some serious intimacy with the craft. Granted, I draw all of my cartoons which adds a shitload of time to my videos but these guys had to move a buttload of different Lego men piece by piece over and over again. It must have taken days. I am blown right the fuck away.

Check it out!

And then, just because it’s hilarious and a fantastic song to boot, I give you…. Lego Bohemian Rhapsody:

I have never laughed so hard in all of my life. Oh my god, I can’t breath. It sucks my kids are in bed… tomorrow we will have to sit here and watch all the crazy Lego videos they have on YouTube. They’re gonna love this shit!

I wish I was cool enough to think up Lego videos.

 
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Offlife May 8, 2008

Filed under: Recommended By Oprah's Book Club — Kyra Sutra @ 7:34 am

I had a godawful night of broken, interrupted sleep and what sleep I did get was while lying in a funky position. As a result, not only am I exhausted but my left collarbone hurts like a sumbitch. Now, I’m not only tired but achy as well.

I wake up and turn on the news as I do every morning and it appears that the world is just continuing to go crazy. Hurricanes, tornadoes, tidal waves, tsunamis and evil, evil people as far as the eye can see. I’m just about sick of the world right now and I’m certainly sick of evil people. You can’t turn on the television or walk out your front door anymore without being bombarded with shit.

I feel better knowing that I’m not shit but it is beginning to make me feel a little bit lonely. Is that a weird thing to say? It seems I can no longer articulate what it is I want to say and it’s a bit frustrating. I just wish the news had better things to tell me some mornings.

Man, am I tired.

Yesterday was an alright day. I got a lot of cleaning done and completed another movie. This one was called Reign Over Me and it was fantastic. Heartbreaking…. but fantastic. Maybe the movie is what has spawned this mood in me as I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. I’m not quite understanding why Adam Sandler didn’t get an Oscar for it. He was phenominal.

After the movie I did some cleaning and played with the kids. Dean-o came by at around six or so for about an hour to drop some stuff off and play with the kids and chat. After he left I made the kids a late dinner and gave them baths, got them tucked into bed and then settled in sort of half watching the television. Emi and I went to bed and sprawled across the sheets and watched Idol and then fell asleep. But, the sleep was shortlived as Emi kept waking up in the night and Olivia at some point came in bed with me and pissed herself again.

Olivia very rarely pisses the bed but it seems that when she does she feels the need to do it in MY bed. It drives me crazy.

My life has gotten so stupid and boring that I don’t even know what to write about anymore. I have half a mind to just get rid of this blog because my posts have turned into dumb ass ramblings about my day. I may as well just keep a diary or something because I have nothing really to say anymore. I’m trying not to write about anything going on in my life that means anything and it’s pretty difficult to stay on the surface of everything. It makes for a very boring blog and a very pent up Kyra.

Maybe it’s just today because I’m really overtired. Like REALLY tired for some reason. I need coffee. I need sleep. I need coffee and sleep. I want to curl up in my bed for a couple of days without any peeing Olivias or stirring Emis waking me every half hour. Sleeeeep. Then coffeeeeeee.

I’m out of both.

I’ve been thinking a lot about technology and what would happen if it just disappeared for about a month. Namely, the internet and cell phones and television. One month. I think it would be awesome. People would get out of the house. They would spend time doing things with their families. Heads would clear and fog would be lifted from eyeballs.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the internet these days and I have come to my own conclusion that it is evil. Sure, it provides information at ease in comparison to the past but are people really smarter as a result? Are kids doing better in schools now that they have the internet to give them information?

No. No they are not.

Remember the days when you picked up a book or an encyclopedia to learn things? I do. My shrink Dave says the internet is the most dangerous place in the world these days and I agree. Sure, it’s fun but maybe it’s the wrong kind of fun. There seems to be no physical communities anymore and everything is done on the internet now. Friends are made here, love is found here, fights happen here…. and maybe these are real and genuine feelings but they’re very controlled and superficial. Your feelings and emotions are birthed from someone or something that has carefully chosen what it is they want to reveal to you. You see what is meant for you to be seeing. We as people have gotten lazy and the internet is a place that promotes laziness. Relationships are easier than they are in real life and you just don’t DEAL any longr with actual living, with responsibilities and things getting in the way. You log in at your liesure and there you go. It’s very addicting because… it’s so easy. All of your words are thought out and calculated before you type them and there is not much for spontaneity in such a controlled atmosphere. Of course it’s easier than truly living. You have minimized your comfort zone to a nineteen inch screen. Your entire life is lived on a screen.

I’m rather sick of it.

I’d love nothing more than for the internet and cell phones and television to just cease their existance. All of them have their great qualities but when it comes to life, they all do more harm than good. They destroy families and retard children, make people fat and confine people’s imaginations and desires to nothing more than a tiny, safe space where their lives play out on a monitor in front of them. It’s an awful distraction from real life… an addicting one in it’s ease and self gratification…. but a distraction none the less.

And people don’t even realize it. They are happy as hell to live in their nineteen inches. It becomes their happiness. It becomes their identities. These manipulated and well thought out identities suddenly become real and honest to them in this plasma screen world where they deal with nothing, face nothing and can simply log off when something causes them unwanted feelings. How wonderful to just log off from real life. But unfortunately life is still moving on around you and you are not dealing with it. You cannot log off from real life. Can you imagine that?

To a degree, I’m just as bad. I certainly watch a lot of tv and here I am on the internet right this very minute. The difference is that I am not happy to feel as though all of my friends are online. It’s great and everything but I also need friends in real life. People I can do things with, who’s faces I can see off cam, who’s hands I can hold or who’s laugh is quick and out of nowhere. I love having friends off my computer. I get to see people interact and break out in giggles over something their kid has done. I get to hug someone who lost a loved one. I get to converse about things without having to think about the words I am going to type first. I get to reach out into the world instead of reaching into the screen in front of me. It’s wonderful.

Technology is a dangerous thing. It warps the way we think and fucks with our emotions. And people are okay with that. It scares me to see people get sucked into the screen. It scares me when they fail to see reality. What is your reality? What is your life off screen and how would it improve if you just logged off?

For me…. I care more. I care more about people and things when I log off. Suddenly I want to play with my kids again or I might miss someone I haven’t seen in a while. My house gets cleaner and I go out more and do more things. I hug more. I’m nicer to people because I am interwoven in them. My relationships with people get better. I’m inspired more as a person. I want to do more.

MORE MORE MORE MORE.

It’s so weird that this word continuously comes up when talking about life away from technology. But it’s true. Life is more when you get off your ass and go live it. Go away. Step away from the screen right now and quit warping your mind. Go pet your cat and see how happy he gets from such a small action. Go hug your child and see how happy you feel from another small action. Pack your family into the car and go see life. You can find it anywhere you look. Things start moving forward. One observance begats a conversation and a movement is made. Emotions are born. Work is done and you are fullfilled. Not every waking moment has to be lived by thinking, “when I’m done with this I can watch that show” or “when this is over I get to hop online”. Yet, this is how so many people are living now…. just wading through the motions until they can escape into their screens and away from real life. Running to the safety of the crispy, white walls we build around us. Distract distract distract.

Being online is being offlife.

Now go pet your cat. It feels good to make someone or something else feel good. And for heaven’s sakes… get the fuck off the internet and go do something with your life! It’s hard… you are probably addicted to how easy this is or how good it makes you feel like any other drug. But it is dangerous and life wrecking and should only be used in moderation.

Go make someone smile. Trust me. It feels a lot better than this does.

 
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Fuckers Anonymous May 6, 2008

Filed under: Recommended By Oprah's Book Club, pulitzer worthy — Kyra Sutra @ 6:26 pm

Well, today was another day, alright. Just as I predicted.

My morning started off by getting these boys off to school and then I did a little tidying up and screwed around for a bit and watched the first half of Stranger Than Fiction with Emi and Olivia. I didn’t finish it so I guess I’ll add it to my ever growing list of partially watched movies.

What I saw of it was pretty good.

Before I watched that I watched my stolen copy of Untraceable which was really, really good. Much better than I thought it would be. And… I finished it! Get out, Kyra!

During the afternoon Dean-o arrived to hang out with the chitlins while I attended my weekly souree with my shrink, Dave. Dave and I discussed some issues I’m having with myself… in particular two things: I obsess too much and I blow shit waaaaay out of proportion. I’ll be the first to admit that when left with little to no information my imagination goes ape-shit. Here’s an example if I may:

Say Matt stops for a minute to gab with a kid after school and is slightly later than usual walking in the door. The boy is merely chatting for, quite literally, two minutes yet I am up in the house imagining the worst. Before he ever has a chance I’ve got him kidnapped, raped in the ass and murdered in a park somewhere.

My brain is out of control.

I do this a lot. Like, a LOT. I do it often enough that I fully recognize it and it annoys even me. So, I says to Dave that I’ve got this problem and we talk about it and come to a few conclusions and sort of decide on a gameplan to try to break this nasty, little habit.

I am allowed to obsess for a half hour a day.

So, from about three to three thirty I get to obsessively google people and pry into everyone’s personal lives and the information I get is to be allowed to fly rampant in my brain for just thirty minutes. Then, I have to let it go or communicate my fears/paranoia/imaginary issues.

For the rest of the day I have to torture myself until the habit is broken. Archaeic as it may seem, we are trying a little aversion therapy so every time I feel myself starting to obsess I get to snap the living shit out of my arm with a rubber band. I wear it on my left wrist and as it’s been about an hour since I returned home… I am covered in welts.

Better than shock therapy or some crazy shit like that but still. I see a lot of faults in myself that I don’t like and so I gave a list to ol’ Dave and we are addressing them one or two at a time. Here is the list I gave him:

-I’m controlling
-I’m domineering
-I’m manipulative
-I obsess over things
-I turn little things into huge things
-I reduce people I don’t like to being an inch tall
-I’m cunning
-I have high standards
-I’m needy to a degree
-I’m way too open with my thoughts/feelings/emotions
-I need to learn how to control certain aspects of my personality
-I’m irrational at times

I’m adding to the list as the days pass. And just because I know that you will all shower me in compliments just for even admitting my faults I shall now, to be fair, list off my great qualities:

-I’m intelligent
-I’m funny as hell sometimes
-I’m devoted
-I’m faithful
-I fight for people I love and for some who I don’t
-I’m fair
-I’m realistic and balanced
-I’m very multi talented
-I’m compassionate
-I’m forgiving
-I have high morals
-I’m not judgemental
-I keep a lot of secrets for people
-I tend to be pretty popular
-I’m friendly
-I’m ridiculously honest
-I’m really fun
-I’m down to earth
-I’m sexy as hell
-I’m great in bed

So I’ve got some good things going for me and an ever growing list of problem areas that I’m working on. Thanks to my trusty sidekick Dave, I truly feel as though I’m making some great strides. I feel pretty awesome when I thought it would feel really shitty for being able to see my negatives. I’ll never be flawless but I can work my ass off to make the changes I deem necessary until I’m feeling a bit better about myself. At the very least I get to show my kids than when you screw up you can make changes and move forward. People are very complex and sometimes it takes a bit of tweaking. The best part is that it can happen at all.

So many of our bad traits are nothing more than habits we have acquired over the years for any random reason. Copying or defense mechanisms, improper ways of handling stress or bad communication. All of these habits can be broken and new habits can be learned in their place. The beginning is just recognizing what needs fixing and being willing to step up and put the effort behind it.

I have devised a new support group and twelve step program to help aid me in my journey to being a better Kyra and not so much of the fucker I have been:

1. Admit that you have a problem and that you have become incorrigable.
2. Come to accept and understand the complexity of the human psyche.
3. Make a decision to be a better person.
4. Take a personal inventory of yourself and list all flaws as you see them.
5. Admit to others that you have made mistakes.
6. Actively work on breaking the bad habits that form our character flaws.
7. Ask others to help point out our shortcomings as they witness them.
8. Make a list of people we have wronged and be willing to make amends.
9. Make direct amends to those people and forgive them and yourself for the bad actions.
10. Continue to take a personal inventory and when you fuck up, admit it right away.
11. Recognize your own self power and abilities to make things right.
12. Practice these principals and tell your friends, yo.

With these twelve steps I believe that even the biggest of fuckers could come out on the right side. I know I can.

Cuz I is awesome!

 
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nards May 5, 2008

Filed under: da fam, what the fuck am I talking about? — Kyra Sutra @ 6:25 pm

I just heard someone use the word “nards” for the first time since sixth grade. It was pretty….cool. I’m thinking of trying to make a nards comeback if anybody is on board with that. Who’s with me!?

My head is killing me. I think maybe it is killing me from a lack of caffeinated beverage as I am out of coffee and have been for a couple of days. I suppose the withdrawals have begun and holy shit do I ever wish there was a clinic out there for someone like me. Fuck methadone, too… I just need an intravaneous coffee drip stuck right in my neck. Then I think I’ll be totally squared away.

Nards.

So the weather has finally gotten quite nice and I tend to spend my time sitting out on the balcony watching the kids play in the backyard but today they ditched me altogether and hung out at the neighbor’s house. I was slightly offended but even moreso relieved as I needed a bit of a break. I still had the Em-ster, though and we hung out and watched the first half of several movies. Maybe tomorrow we’ll watch the second half of them all, who knows. I’d really appreciate it, though because I’m pretty confused.

This morning me and the Little’s watched Horton Hears A Who after I done stoled it off the internets. It was pretty cute and we all piled on the floor and watched it, even Emi. Then, Matt got home and they went outside to play and I supervised and shouted at them to stop trying to climb fences and trees and shit until they ditched me altogether. At which time me and the Chubbins watched the first half of several movies.

Are you riveted?

The movies that I partially watched were The Number 23, The Painted Veil and something else. I can’t remember what it was, though, which is weird because typically I have super memory. I have rememberin’ skillz that rival the powers of that virtuous prick Superman. If Superman had a great memory then he’d be like me. Provided he lost every one of his other powers.

Superman is a pussy. He needs a mohawk.

So, evening is upon us and there isn’t much to do except throw in a load of laundry and get the kids all clean and ready for school tomorrow and then go lie in bed in a drug induced stupor until my eyeballs roll right out of my fucking head and onto the floor where I will inevitably step on them when I wake up with the baby a hundred times in the night.

Oh, shit… guess what? Emi started crawling today. It was the single most badass thing to happen in a while and, granted, she’s about eleven months old, but she’s been pretty much having a hard time of things. All my other kids were walking at this age and poor, prematurely born Emi is just now crawling.

And I think it’s the coolest thing ever! Emi is the shit!

Boy does my head hurt. I cannot stand a headache or any kind of ache really. I can handle being stabbed or shot but to get a cough, runny nose or a headache will drive me batty. I’m a total pussy when it comes to lingering ailments. I can push out four kids and be covered in tattoos and piercings but the whiny, little bitch can’t hang with a headache.

I’m super ashamed.

And yet… still pretty awesome. Huh.

My day today was pretty weird and I’m completely over it. My head is so full of junk right now that I am quickly hoping to get the kids to bed early so I can soak in a nice, hot bath while in my drug induced stupor. Mmmmm….. a bath. Not a rushed shower where I forget to bathe half of my body in a mad rush to not leave children unattended but a loooong soak.

I always say that but then I never follow through. Are you like me? Do you get an itch for a nice, long ,bubble bath only to get bored before the tub even fills up? That’s me. I can’t stand just lying in there. And there’s not much to do in my bathtub, either. I should take some toys in there or something. Shit, sometimes I bathe in the kids’s bathroom just because they have toys and shit to play with. My bathroom sucks. But their bathroom has Olivia’s mermaid dolls and a whole assload of Rescue Heroes and I can make tragic things happen and let big, muscle-y, plastic men save the day. Sometime I find things to use as boats and float them around for a bit before I intentionally accidentally sink em’. Baths are fun!

I’m already bored with the idea of a bath, though, so I guess I’ll just have another quickie shower.

What I want to do is go swimming. I love to swim. Last summer sort of blew for swimming because I was humongous and pregnant for the first couple of weeks and then in June I gave birth and couldn’t get back in the water again. Prior to the giving birth part the pool was my best friend. I was so ginormous and it felt awesome except that it was colder than a witches teat. I hear those are pretty cold but I don’t know from personal experience. Just so I’m clear.

Who here remembers when Emi was born? Can you believe that next month on June 12th she will be one year old??? Holy shit… mark your calendar because June 12th will be a day indeed here at the blog. My lastest ever wittle Chubbins is gonna be a year old. I’ll weep.

Bring tissues.

Shit. I’d better start the laundry.

 
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Fuck you, Monday. May 4, 2008

Filed under: Recommended By Oprah's Book Club — Kyra Sutra @ 6:15 pm

I wish to wipe my ass with Mondays. I haven’t bitched at anyone for quite some time now and I’m worrying that if I don’t I just might pop like a zit and so I will take my wrath out on this torturous day of the week that is…. Monday.

I shudder at the thought of Mondays. Not during the summer but during a regular school year it just might be the single biggest pain in my ass above all else. Mondays ruin my Sunday nights because I know it is coming.

shudder

Here is why I loathe Mondays and Sunday nights by association: My children go to school and although it is the same school. they go at different times and on different busses. This means I wake up at 6:30 to get Matt up and ready to go and push him out the door by 7:30 and then I have to get Owen up at that time to get him to the bus by 8:30. What sucks is that where as Matt is old enough to go downstairs to the busstop by himself, Owen is not which means I have to escort him and by “me” I mean “me, Olivia and Emi”.

I am extraordinarily lazy in the mornings. I hate having to dress everyone and drag them all down to the busstop. For some reason, it annoys the crap out of me. Plus, I have to go get Owen at 12:30 which means I’m dragging Emi’s tubby ass back down there and chasing Olivia all over creation.

This is really no reason to bitch but as most mothers of multiple children probably also bitch in secret… I’ll have a go at it anyhow.

I HATE YOU, MONDAY!

My issue with Sunday is really only an issue with the sudden and ominous preparation of that fucker, Monday. I have to get my shit together after not having to have had my shit together all weekend and getting ones shit together after not having to for any period of time can sort of suck regardless of if the period of time was two days or a two months. Getting ones shit together is a bothersome task indeed.

I feel it is important for me to mention that my shit is altogether not together at all. In fact, my shit couldn’t be further…. apart.

The reason my shit is altogether untogether is because I have been distracted with other things, namely, trying to resist the urge to kill my children. No, sillies, not kill them as in you all have cause to contact my local authorities but kill them in the manner that they have pissed me off to no real end this weekend and I truly wish to shoot fire out of my eyeballs right into their adorable, menacing faces.

It’s a damned good thing that I cannot shoot fire out of my eyeballs right now.

One kid has pissed me off moreso than the others and that little butthole is Owen. Owen has lost his fucking mind and I am about fed up with his bullying and violent antics towards everyone in this house. Now that I am properly medicated and sufficiently therapy-ed I have not flipped my shit in any real sense of the term but I do entertain the notion that maybe the kids are a shade stressed with recent events happening in life. Either that or it is merely a normal phase that each one feels compelled to go through just due to the natural process of growing up and driving me fucking right out of my mind.

I’m not stressed about anything in the world other than Owen and maybe Olivia to a slightly lesser but still substantial degree. I envision taking both of them by the back of the head and knocking them together a few times until the bullshit comes flying right out of their ears so that I may pick it up and burn it in the fireplace.

sizzle

What’s weird is that normally as I would communicate here in my blog about being extremely pissed off I would actually feel extremely pissed off. But oddly enough, I’m not really feeling pissed off but I know that I am a little bit pissed off just because that is the normal reaction to children behaving badly in my presence. Naughty fucker= pissed off Kyra.

We all have those days, eh?

EH???

Oh yes. The day itself hasn’t been really all that shitty until I realized that Monday is looming dangerously close by waiting to attack with it’s sharp, evil claws and snaggly teeth. And Monday smells funny, too. Ew!

Due to an influx of icky Monday germs I shall now attempt to shake them off by telling you all a ridiculous joke that makes me laugh every time:

Q: What does Snoop Doggy Dog use to clean his toilets?

A: Bleotch.

Good day to you all!

 
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Movie Review: Iron Man May 3, 2008

Filed under: stolen movie review — Kyra Sutra @ 9:27 pm

So, I just got back from the movies and thought I’d post a quick review before I take my snuggly Chubbins and head to bed.

Initially, I didn’t think we’d be able to go see the movie but we made it happen and I am so glad we did because it was off the muthafuckin’ hizook, yo!

Robert Downey Jr. is amazing and he does such a fantastic job in this flick. I adore him in anything he does but this role seemed to be made for him. The movie also has Jeff Bridges as the villian and Terrance Howard, Gwyneth Paltrow and Jon Favreau. Everybody did a great job which surprised me because usually I’ll have someone who got on my last nerve and damned near ruined the whole thing. Not in this one. I expected it to be good but it was….awesome.

It’s a pretty long movie.. almost two and a half hours and it’s worth the length. There isn’t any part you would consider slow or pointless and it keeps you really entertained. For starters, it’s really funny as Iron Man is quite snarky and silly and Robert Downy Jr. does this masterfully. Simply put, he does a stellar job.

One thing that really, really surprised me was how fantastic the special effects were. I admit that I assumed they’d be pretty cheesy and as I’m a huge superhero fan I’ve been slightly disappointed before with how things came off. (ahem: Spiderman, The Hulk) Did you see The Transformers? Were you pleasantly surprised by how realistic and life-like they made those big ass machines? I think the same people who did that movie did Iron Man because NOTHING looked cgi or like any kind of shitty graphic. Robert Downy Jr. wears many variations of the Iron Man suit in this movie and each one looks like an actual, functioning suit made by someone for him to wear.

I’m insanely jealous of Iron Man.

Okay, so I know it’s not real but this dude lives in this ridiculously awesome house that is wired to the hilt with some crazy ass technology and… I want to live in that house! I don’t know how many times I muttered outloud, “that’s fuckin’ awesome” but it had to have been a lot. Ol’ Dude has these machines that do things for him and they’re like real people and emote and interact with him in a really human fashion. It creates some really funny scenes.

I want to see it again! Like… right now!

Other movies I’m itching to go see are Speed Racer, the new Batman movie, and this Adam Sandler flick I saw a preview for before Iron Man started.

All in all I had a really lovely time and tomorrow my kids will grill me for every single stinkin’ detail about the movie and I will happily oblige them over and over again.

Go see the fuckin’ movie! Go now!

Muchmore…. out.

 
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If I had a million dollars

Filed under: Dean-o, what's your query? — Kyra Sutra @ 8:38 am

Owen lost another tooth a few days ago and was very upset because he felt the tooth fairy should have left him a million dollars under his pillow. The kid is five years old and already understands the value of money in this ridiculous world we live in.

I always sort of considered myself to be a free spirited hippy chick with no real use for money. I used to be disgusted by people who had shitloads of money and got it by doing stupid things like professional athletes and whatnot. Now, I’m sort of not caring where it comes from… I just want it.

Money!

I think a lack of money has seriously damaged my marriage. Having no money means having a lot of stress and if you are like I was and not handling the stress very well, it can eat away at your life. When you feel safe and secure and know where your next meal is coming from you tend to live with a bigger smile. When the bills are always paid and you’re not spending all of your free time wondering how you will get more money there is more time to spend just being happy and concentrating on other things. You can go to more places and see more things and every waking moment need not be filled with stress.

Two things can crumble a person: Stress and not knowing how to handle your stress.

I’m learning in therapy how to handle my stress and as it’s cognitive therapy I’m also learning how my own brain turns little things into huge things and how not to do that anymore. It’s fascinating and embarrassing to say the least to see how I have screwed with my own head but it makes me happy to know that I am getting better. Here I thought I was coping and handling things the right way but I wasn’t.

I’m also doing a lot of thinking about money… how to get some and how to hold on to it. I’m learning about the realities of life and how, as an adult, there are things I have to do that I may not enjoy. Today will be one of those days. I have a house to clean top to bottom and I would normally resent doing it, dread thinking about it and become overwhelmed and irate at the mess. Instead I’m just going to do it piece by piece and although it won’t be fun, I need to change my attitude about such little things. Big mess… but little in the grand scheme of things. I’ve turned into such a negative person and I need to turn that around and hold onto the big picture and stay focused on good outcomes.

Today I will get down and dirty and scrub as much of this house as I can get done before five o’clock and then tackle the rest of it tomorrow. At five o’clock I get to drop the kids off at the babysitter because I have a date with someone very special. We had been planning in going out to dinner and then to a movie but we got screwed on our stimulus money and can’t afford to go out and spend money so things need to be adjusted.

So, what should we do, you think?

I’m not sure I want to stay in the house but we are broke broke and so we need to find something to do that costs nothing and I had initially thought that maybe we could go to the park or find something outside to do but when I woke up this morning there were dark clouds in the sky. It’s pretty dreary out.

I want to have an enjoyable time without money.

In Florida this was pretty easy. A blanket on the beach at night was a perfect date but here I need to find something else. Something fun. I want us to laugh and to have a good time and I don’t want the main focus to be “if I had money I’d be having a blast right now”. I don’t want that on my date’s mind for even a second.

If I had a million dollars I could fly my date to Spain to listen to classical guitarists as we danced. If I was rich we could whisk away to an island somewhere and splash in the ocean. There could be tuxedos and ball gowns at the opera.

But I’m not a millionaire or even a thousandaire, hundredaire or anything else.

Instead, I need to find free romance and fun on a chilly, rainy day.

Any ideas?

 
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