Thursday, November 28, 2013

of these things i am most thankful.

-my faith
-jaxon
-family - near and far
-army. usmc. navy. air force.
-semi-decent health
-watching babies grow up
-the bad times
-really good music
-picking battles
-letting go
-forgiveness
-my cheerleaders
-new opportunities
-sun sets
-nyquil
-sweater weather
-jaxon's prayers
-standing up for my mom
-my daddy's hugs
-new friends
-old friends
-charming charlies
-books
-art and painting
-perspective
-cokers
-kokidos
-cheer coach sisters
-cousins
-random acts of kindness
-surprise texts of smiles and love
-god's unconditional grace and mercy

the simple fact that i am still alive today to write these.

psalm 106.1 praise the lord. give thanks to the lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.

happy thanksgiving.

Friday, November 22, 2013

hope.

one of the reasons i like this time of year is because i seem to regain my hope that the good in mankind is still alive and the promise of a better world exists. granted, i choose to take a break from the news, stories of war, tales of near assaults at department stores...blissfully ignorant for as long as possible. naive, yes. you must remember though, this comes from a girl who still not-so-secretly believes in santa. 

this year, all i want is to spend time with my family, welcome "chocolate milk" the elf on the shelf back to the family, and create memories that will keep this little light of mine burning in the midst of all that is the outside world. taking nothing for granted. placing importance in people, not things. experiences, not presents. beginning and continuing traditions that i pray jax and eden will remember forever.


Monday, November 18, 2013

six months later...

to say that is has been a while since my last post would be a bit of an understatement. most of my writing as of late has been hidden in the confines of random journals, margins of my calendar, and various apps on my tablet.

in the last six months, i - moved half way across the country. got a job. lost a job. found amazing friends. became more homesick than i thought possible. learned how to drive in this crazy city. adopted 18 teenage girls. seen family for the first time in over 20 years. watched my husband leave the army. watched my husband join the army 24 hours later. noticed that my kid is growing up way too fast. enjoyed my first visit to buc-ee's. took20 cheerleaders to cheer camp. cheered proudly as my girls took 1st at their first comp of the season. learned that some people are just plain shitty and evil. watched the sun set in hill country. did lots of other stuff.

my random and extremely unorganized brain prevents me from logically reliving the past few months, but it will all eventually be shared. always is. as far as things back home, the nephew is a few weeks away from turning 1. he was told not to grow up or get bigger when i left. obviously he did not listen. i love him just the same but still hoping he slows his roll in 2014. the maternal parental unit came to visit and took the spawn back with her. i miss her. i miss him. my family needs to move here. i would give just about anything for a hug from my dad right now.

hubs and i spent the weekend in hill country with my cousin and her hubs. i seriously do not know when the last time i was able to relax and shut off my head was - but the clock reset after this trip. quick overview: 4 hour nap in a hammock, fire pit, yummy adult beverages, the most wonderful quiet in the world. my hubs would focus on the animals he killed. i choose to block that part out. can't wait for the chance to go back and take the little man.

speaking of hubs, he was officially out of the army for all of 24 hours. he made the jump from enlisted to officer and now starts the life on the dark side. i give him shit all the time about letting go of nco hubs and remembering to stay in his lane. after 11 years in, it seems that it may take a little longer than a month for him to accept this. he is currently on - what seems to be - a never ending ftx. i'm ready for the army to, once again, return the hubs to me. they never appear to care what i think. i amuse myself with the notion that they do. then again, i really have no contact with his coc or unit anyways. definitely not one of those wives. wonder what life would be like if i was?

fort sam and the satx area are pretty nice. this has been our first big move together...well, the move wasn't completed together, but we all eventually made it here. the sah-spawn was able to visit for a few weeks before school started. we skype, talk on fb, and stay connected by any means available. countdown to the christmas visit has begun. i am always longing for the times when the whole bunch can be together. got news last week that she made the cheerleading squad. i am super proud. again, with an understatement.

will stop the random rambles for now.

until next time...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Pin-Freakin-Tastic

yes. it has been established that i am late to the game. that's typically the case. i'm about as anti-trend or current as they come. my clothes are the same ones that have hung in my closet or stuff in drawers for the past decade. style? what the heck is that? what's "in" right now...how the eff do i know. give me a minute and i can grab the nearest tabloid mag and take a guess. so, to sum up, i'm always behind the times.

that brings me to pinterest. i've been hearing about this website for years. "oh, it's amazing!" "you don't have an account?!" "you don't know what you're missing!" well, waist deep in grad school and wrangling a toddler left little time to check out the new and fabulous additions to the inter-webs. well. the time came. i decided to give it a try. pinned a few things here. saw a few more over there. next thing you know i am full on addicted and have over 1,000 pins on almost 20 boards. i'm not sure if it's pleasure or pain, but it is definitely a wall of happy. just the teaching resources alone are amazing and worth the plunge into the pinning trend. ah-may-zing.

however, there is also another part of this little site that has captured my attention...errr, obsession is more like it. the DIY and craft boards. hot damn, if i'm not gonna be the next martha stewart, rachel ray, and best knick-knack maker in the land! i'm pretty sure that the art class i took at masterpiece mixer's (great place, check them out) got my semi-creative juices flowing and pinterest just cracked me out. i've made about 5 things so far - most of them being cute daddy's day ideas for jax to jamie, but i did try my skills at the whole "sharpie design a glass plate, bake it, and ta-da" and also a candle set up that makes my mouth water. plain glass container. filled with whole coffee beans. vanilla candle in the middle. oh. my. gawd. smells wonderful.

the mission to attempt my pins is just beginning. will it be successful? who knows. will all of them work? most likely not. will it be a really, really good form of cheap therapy? absolutely. and we all know i need as much therapy as i can get. so, from now on (or until i just throw in the towel), don't expect store bought gifts from me. expect something "made with love" that could possibly pass as an art project a 4th or 5th grader may do. you're welcome.

until next time...

Friday, May 10, 2013

straight...but not narrow

everywhere you look...in the news, on facebook, those who tweet on twitter...you will find hoards of people voicing their opinion on gay marriage and equality. well, with my big mouth and need to write out my feelings, here i come with my views.

i am straight. heterosexual. a woman who is attracted to a man. feel free to add any other labels in there. personally, i think labels are completely stupid and useless, but again, just a personal viewpoint. i was born this way. there have been many times when i wished to be a lesbian because i had decided that 99% of the male species were pieces of shit that i wanted nothing to do with - but, again, i was born straight. i was raised in a christian home. i believe in god. i believe in heaven. i believe in an all too forgiving god that i pray to daily. i also believe that it is not my place to judge. anyone. i am responsible for myself. i am responsible for my actions. my behaviors. my attitude towards and treatment of others. these are the things that i believe i will stand in judgment of one day. my beliefs are also something used against me - how can you say you believe in god and associate with people who are gay? how can you put up with the "abomination" of a life they are living? you know that makes you a complete hypocrite, right?

i realize my little voice and my little blog mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. but my feelings and actions mean a lot to me, so this is my response to that: i'm sorry, i didn't realize you were absolutely perfect.

in the bible, and in many a bible lessons i have been a part of, we are told that a sin is a sin is a sin. however difficult it may be for us to understand, in they eyes of god, there are no "levels" of sinning. a convicted, guilty, murderer can repent and ask for forgiveness just as a thief who takes clothes from a store. both are forgiven. it has been witnessed throughout history - and even in my short 30-something years - that an entire religion can be founded on ONE verse from the bible. this is why i don't really care for religion. religion is man-made. faith. beliefs. a personal relationship with god. these things come from the heart. this is why i fall into the "spiritual, not religious" category. i know what i believe. i know what i have faith in. this does not affect you or anyone else. my personal relationship with god and what i believe to be living for in no way interferes with your life.

i do not believe to love another person is a sin. how can love be a sin? hate. i think hate darkens the soul, closes the mind, and builds walls that breed prejudice and ignorance. but love? love is light. love is goodness. love is compassion. how can those things be wrong? i constantly hear the reference of those who oppose the gay/lesbian/transgender lifestyle to the verse saying that a man who lays with another man as he lays with a woman is an abomination. (for ease of argument, the same applies to women here as well.) alright, i've read that verse. explain to me how you justify the many other verses...more specifically those that reference the following:

-a woman is to be pure on her wedding day. you are prepared to burn the gay community for loving differently than you do, but were you a virgin when you married? premarital sex is a no-no. burn in hell for that. i know i wasn't pure.
-masters are taught how to own their slaves properly. while i wasn't around during slavery, i'm going to go out on a limb and say that's not accepted in our society. actually, i think there was quite the battle to end it. something i read in a history book somewhere. would you have us go back to that?
-your body is a temple; do not alter it. have any tattoos? piercings? another no-no. grab some marshmallows because you're burning for that one too.
-divorce. nope. ever filed for one under "irreconcilable differences?" getting warm down there, yet?

i had sex before marriage. i have tattoos. i have been divorced. how can you not judge me in the manner that you judge one of my girlfriends for doing nothing but loving another human being who happens to not have a penis? on paper, i have done a lot worse than her. numbers don't lie. "judge not, lest ye be judged." if you judge me, or judge my friend, then by this verse, it means that you should prepare for us to judge every personal action and belief that you hold. right? but, and this is the part that baffles me every time, i don't want to judge you. she doesn't want to judge you. the entire glaad community has no desire to judge you. so why are you so hellbent on denying so many people the right to be happy? what can you possibly get out of it? what purpose does it serve in your personal life? who made you god?

i've long heard and seen the battle for separation of church and state. the state is who issues marriage licenses. the state is who determines what a family is. the state is who prevents some from marrying. mind you that most, if not all, of the gay couples i have met have MUCH better and more stable lives than straight couples do, but that's beside the point. you want the freedom to worship your god. practice your faith. live your life. what would you do if the state came in and said, "no." you argue that the law says marriage is defined as a union between a man and a woman. okay, valid point. it does. however, it has also said slavery is okay. women and black people can't vote. those with special needs are to be institutionalized and sterilized. changes were made to those...do you think all of those were wrong too?

i just don't understand. i guess i will never understand. it's already so hard to be yourself in this world. society telling you what is "in" and "acceptable"...who gives a flip?! my focus is on myself, my family, and doing all i can to see that they are happy, healthy, and loved. this country is about to collapse around us. the world seems poised more and more each day to launch an attack on each other. what the hell is so wrong with two people of the same sex just wanting to share a life that it leads you to verbally, physically, and in so many other ways condemn them to a lower class. please...PLEASE...walk up to a straight black woman and tell her that she is not worthy of a happy life. tell an elderly man who brought his entire family to this country decades ago to provide them with better opportunities, with nothing more than a dream and some spare change, that he will never be as "good" as you are. just these two scenarios alone were acceptable not too long ago. but you wouldn't do it today. why?

the title of this post, straight...but not narrow, as well as the picture at the top, were taken from a page on facebook that i absolutely adore. straight people advocating acceptance. advocating love over hate. understanding over closed-mindedness. they, like myself, are not asking you to change who you love, or - my all time favorite - "infect" you with homosexuality. (that one seriously makes me laugh and throw up a little at the same time.) just live your life and let others do the same. what is so wrong with that?! why is that such a threat to who you are?!

i am straight. i believe in god. i am a sinner. an unpure, tattooed, twice-divorced, sinner. my friend? she's far better than i could ever hope to be: amazing, kind, strong, funny, loving, beautiful. but because she was born with a heart and soul that seeks love from a woman instead of a man, she is to be condemned? i will never accept that. this is for you, LH, and all the other sweet souls in the world who love "against the norm." fuck the norm. 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

training for combat?

that's what it feels like anyways. granted, i have never seen combat by my husband's definition, but i have lived through my own war. a war that seems to have no end in sight. what is it about controlling another person or manipulating them or using children as weapons that appeals to people? what happened to "live and let live?" when did it become "i live to make you want to die?"

today's meeting was to discuss what's coming up and what to prepare for as we enter legal land. i hate talking about my life with phil. i hate going back to all the times when i was a complete idiot for allowing the behavior to continue. i hate that i never spoke out. i hate that i stayed. hindsight, huh? dad said i did good. only cracked a couple of times, but managed to hold it together for the most part. thank you, xanax! we were told what to expect next and different ways the process could go. it's all confusing to me. it's all he said/ she said. in all the years i spent with him, he told the detective that there was no violence committed. if he has any good traits, they would be the ability to smooth talk like a champ and distract you with charm as he systematically destroys you.

i had hoped that i would not be needed next week. the defense attorney is appealing the "no bond" status and trying to get phil out of jail. looks like my hopes don't mean shit. i will be there. as of right now, "there" means in the building chilling out with the witness protection people during the hearing. i pray that remains the case and "there" doesn't become in the courtroom having to speak. i know this is my time to fight. i know this is my time to make him be held accountable for the things he did. i know i must protect myself and jaxon. i know i have to be strong. what i do not know is how to make that happen. i still flip out and buckle when pressed for details. seeing his picture makes me sick and causes nightmares. if...IF...i am called to the hearing, i don't have to look at him, speak directly to him, and he can't talk to me. his lawyer can, but i'm getting ahead of myself. just keep your fingers crossed for me that the definition of "there" doesn't change.

jamie told me that this is my chance to speak out to someone that has the power to do something about it. told me to stay strong. i'm trying. i don't want to let anyone down. i want to make them proud. i want to be proud of myself.

until next time...

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

clean slate.

well...not really, seeing as though most of this junk will dig up old wounds, but it's a new blog. that counts. i took a break from writing for a while because, in all honesty, i didn't want to relive the scary parts by writing them down and experiencing them all over again. i'm of the stubborn mold and tend to wish things away and pretend they don't exist. the definition of a mature adult, i know. but, i know that writing helps me. i know that it gets things off my chest. i know that, even though i may sob like a baby while typing, at least i'm not a blubbering idiot when talking to another person.

i handle stress extremely well. those that know me can tell you that statement was an absolute lie. i shut down, box it up, pretend i don't have to face it, then lose my shit when it all comes pouring out against my will. again, those closest to me can tell you that last part was an understatement as i turn into a snarky, nasty mega-beast. it's not a quality i admire in myself - one reason for therapy! so, here i go again with ripping the wounds open, letting the poison flow out, and allowing myself to feel the pain and actually attempt to work through it. brutal truth. complete honesty.

how about we start with labels. let's see...last time i went to my shrink, my chart read the following: post-traumatic stress disorder, social anxiety disorder with agoraphobic tendencies, depression, sleep disorder, attention deficit disorder, and total whack-job. i'm on meds and see a counselor. i like the counselor approach more, but do realize that, at this time, i need the meds to help. the anxiety gets me the most. i fidget like no tomorrow without even realizing it. the only time i notice is when my hands start hurting or my mother finally has enough of it and tells me to stop. yup, have meds for that too.

i suppose i chose today to start writing again because tomorrow is already making me geek out. a meeting with the assistant district attorney and the investigator concerning the upcoming bond appeal hearing. most know the story. some don't. the long and short of it: jaxon's bio dad personifies satan himself and spent years abusing me. no one knew. i didn't tell. i didn't want to tell. i wanted it to work. i tried to make it work. i was spineless and bent to his every command. having jaxon also gave me a backbone. september 2009 was when that backbone helped me see the truth and vow to never let jaxon experience what i did or witness it. that was when phil kicked in doors, ripped jaxon from my arms, pushed me down the stairs, and did his thing to put me back in my place. i was able to get jaxon back, barricaded ourselves in the nursery, and hide in the closet. the yelling continued, guns were cocked, threats were made. a text to my dad had the cops there not a moment too soon. that was the end of whatever "us" i had been pretending to have for years.

there is so much more that happened along the way, but i have to write this in short parts because even typing this, my hands are shaking. today, jamie is all jaxon knows as daddy. i never asked jamie to be jaxon's father nor expect him to be...he just stepped in and did it. no question, he is an amazing father. someone who literally gave up all of his material possessions to gain primary custody of his daughter is a father who truly has his priorities in check. he didn't have to be jaxon's dad. he could have simply been "jamie" and nothing more. that's not him. i am thankful for the relationship he and jaxon have everyday. we were planning to move forward with step-parent adoption until "it" happened.

"it" is what brings me to my current state of freaking out. phil is currently in jail. he has been indicted on kidnapping and two felony aggravated assault charges. the meeting tomorrow is to go over the case and, most likely, have to talk about my history with phil. i think what is upsetting me the most is that my parents, while i am so glad they will be with me, have to hear things. things they never knew happened. things i hid, lied about, and covered up. i pray that the judge denies bond. with every fiber in my body i believe that if phil is released, i am dead. not figuratively. not being dramatic. dead. he has never had to face punishment or jail time for the crimes and pain he has inflicted on others. and i'm not the only one who was pummeled by the evil that lives in him. he's always been so smooth and perhaps one of the world's best liars. he always walked away. i can't imagine his anger towards me at this point. he has been in jail since the end of january. it took the fugitive task force and u.s. marshals over a month to find him. "it" happened on december 11. phil says he's never done anything to me. my word against his. god help me.

until next time...