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Day 684: The Saccharine Spaceship

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I did it.

A major accomplishment.

I changed the light bulb in my kitchen.

Not impressed yet?

What if I told you it had been two weeks since I could see after 8 pm in the magic kitchen place because I didn’t feel like looking for a step stool AND a light bulb?

I opened the refrigerator to illuminate the kitchen.

What if I told you the new underwear I brought at Target - just so I didn’t have to do the laundry - are now dirty and piled on my living room chair with unopened mail and a retractable saw I bought on Amazon.com. [Online shopping is evil.]

Impressed yet? No. Really?

[Note to self: Duct tape the light bulbs to the step stool. Put the step stool in the refrigerator.]

Ucking-fay grad school. It’s like chewing glass 24 hours a day, but not as delightful.

I am sucking in 64 oz of decaf a day and I am cranky and my hair is not “did” and I am cursing like a sailor who needs a pedicure in a bad way. Yes, my friend, Chloe, has given me the lecture that decaf is still coffee – [um, no it’s not. It’s my lover, my life, my everything, and the only reason beeyotches are not getting slapped on a daily basis. Hello.]

Of course, she is right. Hm… I love Chloe to pieces.

I am still cranky.

Grad school has invaded my life. I started this class on September 12. The class ends November 17. And I have one more class to graduate. And I am done with this degree [and school and reading and books.]

My Master’s in Interactive Design and Gaming can suck it. A pox on you!

Bastard.

Grad school is consuming every second of my day. I resent it like my bunions resent a pair of painful pumps.

I hate when people say “just be grateful” when I am venting.

I am grateful. I am also cranky.

Learn to multi-task or just stop talking [to me.] Yeesh.

Anyway, the other day my professor started her email to me: “The point is…” followed by two paragraphs of attitude. [Like – ONSD. Oh, no she didn’t.]

If she weren’t communicating via email, it would have been a slappation-fest. Some people are very lucky that they have the benefit of hiding behind the internet – and that I am managing my anger issues. [I’m just sayin’.]

Slappation is when you want to metaphorically slap someone. Rest your hand. And then slap again.

Yes, I am a demanding student. I read volumes of self-important jibber jabber. If I have questions, they will be answered. And?

That is why I paid 3,500 dollars [to be completely intractable.]

I totally have the nicest, fairest boss on the planet. She thinks all of my nonsense – the outlandish divaness of it all - is a hoot and half.

[Question: Isn’t “nonsense” the best word ever? I am in love with it. Discuss.]

So she asked, “Aren’t you afraid you will alienate her?” But she already knows the answer.

I am never afraid to ask for what is mine.

This seems simple to me. If I pay you, you give me stuff. And by extension, if you are my teacher, it is your job to answer my questions. End of conversation.

Unless you have a good reason not to… like Denzel Washington is standing in front of you naked [then feel free to invite… um, I mean ignore me.]

I tell my boss being cranky is part of my healing process. She says it doesn’t sound very peaceful.

I certainly hope not…

I am raging against the machine

Banging on the door of complacency

Shining the light on things that need to be seen – and heard, for that matter.

I know. Right? Over-the-top much?

Anyway, not everything is about the saccharine spaceship. [I am not talking about my boss – who is the coolest of the coolest – and not on the spaceship.]
I love that she knows how to get me to do what she wants without being confrontational – and she makes me feel good about doing it in the first place. [Like what is that?!]

I study her – knowing I will probably never reach that level of patience [unless sedated or unconscious.]

And she respects me like a person – not a minion. I don’t do minion anyway. Dedicated to my pay check? Yes. Minion? No.

I am not just saying this because I just got a promotion. [Who’s a bad mamma jamma?! Me.]

I don’t like to work for people who “like” telling me what to do. I know it’s their job.

I just don’t care for it.

And I’ve always had a low threshold for this…

I left my last job because my boss said things like, “In your email, it sounded like you were “telling me” you were taking a vacation and not asking?” [Duh.]

I was telling her.

Why would I ask for “my” vacation days? They are mine. So unless there was a justified business reason not to vacation – I. was. telling. her.

She was also a totally annoying blowhard among other things. I had to go…

I once dated a guy who told me – right in the middle of waxing on about work war stories – “If you worked for me, you would do what I said.”

Seriously, dude. That nonsense couldn’t wait until I was done embellishing. [He never knew how to wait until I was finished.]

Fired him from my life too.

Next.

I guess it could be perceived that I have an attitude problem. I do.

My attitude is I am not taking any crap from anybody.

End of story.

Anyway, back the saccharine spaceship. It is the home of these sweet little aliens who act like anger is not as relevant as other emotions. They float down from their saccharine spaceship after giving birth to bunny rabbits and cotton candy

To pour uninformed, short-sighted drippy nonsense

Over authentic self-expression.

Or to make you feel guilty about having feelings in the first place. [If you have a vajayjay, multiply this by 50.]

And the sanctimonious speech or judgmental comment usually comes right in the middle of a good old rant.

People have emotions. Mad. Sad. Glad. And so on. That is all.

The rest?

Nonsense.

I am not talking about living in a state of perpetual anger. I am talking about celebrating all of one’s pieces, not just the ones that make other people feel comfortable.

Hm…

I am not sure why people look to my vajayjay for enlightenment about me. I know I am woman. But I have another organ that does the decision-making.

Besides, my vajayjay is not that smart.

Does it know different languages? No. Read voraciously? Nope.

Is it an astronaut? Quantum physicist? RuPaul? No. No. And no.

It brings very little to the table – besides being adorable. [But who cares about that nonsense?]

The other day I rushed into my scheduled appointment with Dr. T, my therapist of five weeks. Yes, I got a therapist to get through grad school and to write a book that I somehow have not managed to write.

“I intend to be livid until this class is over,” I declared. [Drama queen much?]

She said, “Does venting make you feel better?”

“Yes,” I replied forcefully [for no reason at all. I think I was auditioning for Telemundo.]

“Then go for it,” she says. “Just do it.” [She is complete awesomesauce.]

“I know this is all about my childhood. I don’t care. I want an A.”

She laughed.

I rambled on about how I was struggling with a project that was just lines and lines of programming code. It was like giving birth to porcupines who liked math. I also don’t know what the hell I am doing [which complicates things.]

I got a B on that project. It was the 2nd project of many.

Yes, I know grades don’t matter in the scheme of things.

Yes, this maniacal obsession is psycho.

I still want my 4.0 maintained.

“What do you mean it’s about your childhood?” She stayed on point.

When I was growing up we moved a lot – New Jersey, California, New York, you name it. With no support system and abusive mother, I learned to get the love and acknowledgement I needed from teachers.

By learning fast.

By getting awards or winning spelling bees or always being in the top of class.

Teacher approbation kept me from wanting to kill myself.

I told her how school meant love. A’s meant more love. School made every dreary day living with an abusive mother bearable, liveable.

And teachers saved my life. They happily gave me the love I didn’t get at home.

Look - I am not looking for love now. I know that I have internalized this association.

That is not the point.

I want a friggin’ A.

I.

Want.

It.

For years, I have looked for a therapist that doesn’t annoy me. It really is like dating – most test runs feel like a waste of time – until you find one who clicks.

Dr. T is smart and sassy and vocal and insightful and doesn’t miss anything. [My kind of gal.]

Speaking of gals, my friend here emailed me and asked me if I was a drag queen. [How cool is that?! And it was totally sweet at the same time. That was one of the high points of last month...]

I love RuPaul. [Ain’t no shame in my game.]

Feel free to align me with any queen you like.

We must stick together.

I told Dr. T. - the other day I was walking to my car. And I heard a voice as clear as day in my head.

“Nobody loves you,” it cooed.

Just for the record, I have never heard a voice in my head. That it-shay is scary as hell.

I started trembling as I sat at the steering wheel.

Clearly, I know this is not true.

I thought for a second – and then I said, “I will not do this. I will not.” And that was it.

I knew this was about school – and the deeply internalized associations between getting A’s equating to love and struggling with the subject-matter and the impending doom of getting a B.

So there I sat.

On the verge of tears.

And then 20 seconds later, I crushed the darkness like a bug.

This is where the saccharine spaceship and I disagree. Their mantra is “forget the past" for everything.

Why? That is where the answers are.

Just find the answers. Put them in your back pocket. Use them when necessary.

Not live there.

That is my opinion.

Anyway, I was so proud of myself for immediately deconstructing the issue and getting rid of it. Two years ago, that would not have been possible.

“That is amazing,” Dr. T affirmed reassuringly. [Damn straight.]

And then, she did her thang.

“But what did you do about the little girl who needed love? Yes, your [warrior side] fought and won. But what about her? Does she still have be ignored?”

Damn.

No, really. How does she do that?

I collapsed into a river of exhausting tears.

She went on to explain how the little girl was a champion too. She had no guidance but figured out how to get the love every child needs. She could have turned to drugs. But she turned to school. “She is completely remarkable,” she asserted.

“Tell her she doesn’t have to be perfect anymore to be loved.”
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SUCCESS68 4/23/2012 8:33PM

    Great blog as always

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KOUVALGE 2/19/2012 10:31AM

    Thank you. I hardly held my tears by the end.
P.S. Turning to school to avoid any other kind of addiction has worked very well for me in the past (except the fact that I am now addicted to schooling-I mean I feel like my life is empty if there is no educational goal in there)..

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RAD062010 2/6/2012 11:17AM

    This is so you. Enjoyed it as always.

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SANDIEMAC1 1/7/2012 12:17PM

   
"Shining the light on things that need to be seen – and heard, for that matter. "...except the kitchen? LOL

and for the record...i LOVE rupaul n if my vajayjay could channel him/her it would be so cool...a vajayjay with a sense of humor (they need one...let's face it), style and most likely self-grooming n doing a better job of it then i could....sigh...

you, my friend, are awesomesauce

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ALIBROM 1/6/2012 10:25PM

    Whoa. You have some great, smart people in your life...and you are one of them! I love to read about your discovering how things from your past affect you now, because it helps me out, too. Another super blog.

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WITHSPIRIT 12/31/2011 8:01PM

    Oh, oh, oh, please write that book, any book! then tell me how to get it please!!=) I loved this blog!!!!

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BURKEBRIZ 12/30/2011 11:31AM

    This one really got me. My little girl and your little girl have a lot in common. I loved school and then work because that's where I was good at things and loved. Accomplishment used to equal feeling good about myself, now I still just want to be loved...really loved. Thank you for opening those windows into your life that allow people (like me) to make real connections to you and to our inner selves (and little girls).

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SML1122 12/29/2011 9:35AM

    LOVE dr t. if i lived in jersey i'd hit you up for doc's number.

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JRIMM4 12/27/2011 4:08PM

    Most Excellent.

JR

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CAROLYNINJOY1 12/22/2011 1:16PM

    "I resent it like my bunions resent a pair of painful pumps." Awesome phrase.

I love RuPaul!

Warrior & inner child, love them both.

I had my cranky day yesterday but didn't vent about it. Should have, still may. LOL

Seeking perfection is like nailing jello to a tree. I'm not saying 'be grateful' but be tender & patient & embrace all aspects of yourself.
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KGIRL160 12/9/2011 1:41PM

    I love your warrior and your little girl: may they both find peace. Thanks for sharing I forget that my little girl needs her time too while I am out there trying to stomp the world.

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DOTSLADY 12/9/2011 10:25AM

    "Precious" (though I didn't see the movie). I moved a lot, had a vacant mom, and became a vacant mom (through health crisis) desperate to break the cycle. You're breaking it way earlier than I did. Touche woman. Glad you're here sharing so others may find themselves and grow from your experiences.
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SEATURTLE86 12/2/2011 2:47PM

    Hey Teeny!
I have be MIA lately and trying to catch up! Loved the blog, as always! emoticon

“Tell her she doesn’t have to be perfect anymore to be loved.”

Jeez I wish I could make my little girl believe that! Maybe I will write it on all my mirrors...

Will we ever get over this "mama drama" stuff???? It just pops up everywhere doesnt it?

Glad U are seeing Dr. T. I have been seeing Dr. Z. LOL

~Pam
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MSPRIS3 11/21/2011 3:19PM

    Wow, I've read a couple of your blogs today, and I am now hooked!

You should seriously do this for a living!

Added you as a friend, hope youd don't mind!

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HISARTIST 11/21/2011 11:52AM

    Ok, why aren't you a professional writer?? This was great!!! I'd read the book. emoticon

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SUSIEWHITE1109 11/21/2011 11:17AM

    Wow - this was some amazing it-shay. Great work.

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IMJUSTFLUFFY 11/21/2011 9:50AM

    Hi there.
I sure hope you are dead serious about that book! I can't wait!
Loved this blog as usual!
I think you are all awesomeness!
Rhonda

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SCREWIE 11/21/2011 7:17AM

    I was in therapy for a few years too. Your Dr T reminds me of my counsellor. Some people just rock.

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JUNEPA 11/20/2011 7:58PM

    Just caught up on your last two blogs, so love your style, puts me in a good mood and inspires me to look at the world in more than the usual way.

I love this line about your boss, she has the most amazing skill, wouldn't everyone love to have it as well (especially me) ? She sounds so productive in a fun way, not uptight at all, but I bet she does and is surrounded by quality work.

I love that she knows how to get me to do what she wants without being confrontational – and she makes me feel good about doing it in the first place. [Like what is that?!]




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ERIGUST 11/19/2011 2:39AM

    Seriously. Why are you not selling this for money? This could so be your profession, you have a true gift. Brought me to tears again. Thank you, I feel lighter.

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RUNNERRACHEL 11/17/2011 7:55PM

    Thank you for sharing. Good for you for taking care of yourself. You've built a strong support system for yourself and you are clearly able to stand up for yourself. I hope everything works out. Family is so complicated!

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FRACTALMYTH 11/17/2011 7:49PM

    Wow... I was reading along, vicariously lurking as always... enjoying the strength and the drama... but then your last line slapped me across the face and made it personal. Damn you. Here I am at 38, busting my arse to get As in every aspect of my life and now you go and bring that lonely little girl out in the open and tell her straight out she doesn't have to be perfect to be loved??? Second-hand therapy, but I'll take it. Excuse me while I go spend a few moments communing with some cathartic tears, because otherwise this dam in my head is going to explode and flood the keyboard.

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RAINBOWANGEL99 11/15/2011 9:02PM

    emoticon Blog as always (Can't believe I've only just seen it) I'm glad YOU got your A and hope you do get chance to write your book... I would love to read it!! emoticon . Your closing line about not having to be perfect anymore certainly struck a chord with me.
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SEATTLESIMS 11/15/2011 5:17PM

    wow! I love the last line.. Tell her she doesn't have to be perfect anymore to be loved.. simply wonderful.
I hope you crushed that class and got your A anyway!


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1D1W1Y 11/15/2011 2:08PM

    you are already famous......what is it like being so cool?

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EMBRACEINSPIRE 11/15/2011 2:07PM

    YOU ARE AMAZING. Let me know about that book. I want to buy the first copy!

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SPARKLINN 11/14/2011 8:37PM

    You are emoticon !!!!!!
I love reading your blogs! I feel a certain solidarity with you, but more importantly, I feel a greater solidarity with my self after reading your work. It's empowering. Thank you so much for blogging!!!

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CHERYLMIRABAL 11/14/2011 2:33AM

  Hey, Teenie!!!! Another incredible blog. I have missed them (I have been bad, veryy, very bad. Mea Culpa, or whatever. I am back to stay this time. Getting my sht together. Keep up the amazing blogs. I look forwarad to them!


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2BMYOWN 11/12/2011 1:39AM

    Teeny, I hope you write that book and tell us when it's done, because I want to be first in line to buy it. It'll be a best seller for sure and in no time, and then we can all say, "Hey, we knew her when she was just a warrior sparker!" LOL Another excellent blog and excellent point. I learn something every time you write.

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GHALYAA 11/11/2011 12:17PM

    Girl!!! You had me laughing out loud! Love reading your blogs... you tell it like I want to say sometimes............. this will be my FB status for today::: Slappation is when you want to metaphorically slap someone. Rest your hand. And then slap again.

thanks & have a super day!!! Just think... Grad school is almost over, baby!

dee

~xo

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HEALTHYFIGHTER 11/11/2011 11:19AM

    Please write that book...I would love to read it!

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TINNATEE 11/5/2011 5:17PM

    YOU ARE GONNA BE FAMOUS, QUEENIE!

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KSGROTHE 11/5/2011 2:15AM

    Wow! This blog made me laugh and cry. I laughed at your drama queen getting all mad about grad school (hope that doesn't make you more mad!), and I cried at your little girl equating A's with love. I wanted to get good grades in school, not quite for the same reason you did, but to try to show "them" (mainly my dad) that I was "good enough". Yet, even when I got the straight A's, it seemed my dad could find something about my report card that wasn't good enough. I wanted and got a lot of positive feedback from teachers as well.

Glad you found a good therapist. Good luck getting through the rest of grad school. I have no doubt you'll do it and do it well.

- Karen

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BOOTYLISCIOUS3 11/3/2011 10:01AM

    awesome awesome blog!

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ONE6OH 11/2/2011 12:51AM

    You really do inspire and I cant wait to read your book whenever it is published. Hang in there and get whats yours.

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LUNADRAGON 11/1/2011 7:47PM

    I can so relate with the grad school taking over your life. Been there, done that. You can do it, nearly to the end. Buck up and do it!!!! You are near the end of the road, then you can look back and laugh hysterically.
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JAZZID 11/1/2011 5:36PM

    emoticon blog... thanks for sharing! emoticon

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GOSPELCLOWN 11/1/2011 1:15PM

    EX-ACT-LY! Hit the nail on the head that time!!!


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MYEMESIE 10/31/2011 2:56PM

    Ummm ok, why did you practically retell my current experiences both with school and my new found therapist lol. Digging through all that stuff is so fascinating. I'm sure your book (when you write it) will leap off the bookshelves because you are a great writer.

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CATHRINE2010 10/30/2011 6:34AM

    YES!!!! The little girl wins!! YAYA I am that little girl. I want to play too! Go get that A then we can play,a lot. All night! And the next day! You rock, I rock. Damn are we good! emoticon

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GETDONE 10/29/2011 12:24PM

    emoticon You write what many of us feel and can't put into words.
You share and make us laugh and think!!
Laughter and tears bring the darkness into light.

Thank you Beautiful Lady---Real is sooooo goood!!!!

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CHERYLMIRABAL 10/29/2011 3:14AM

  Finally back, and had to catch up on one of my favorite friend blogs! Amazing as ever!

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NEEDTOLOSE100LB 10/28/2011 11:45AM

    Your comment about getting good grades and affirmation of love from teachers struck a cord with me that I didn't even realize was there. Another piece of the puzzle that is ME plugged in. Thank you.
Also, awesome blog as usual. Just a couple more weeks and you will have this class licked. Keep up the good work and knock em dead.
L.

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JAMGIRL8 10/27/2011 1:26PM

    Teeny, I love your honesty and clarity. It is wonderful to find someone that listens to you in a constructive manner. I found a gen practicioner who does the same thing, listens. Pretty amazing.

Best of luck kicking this class through the door. You rock Teeny, Warrion On!

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VEGGIE-FITNESS 10/27/2011 12:21AM

    I love you Teeny! Now stop making me cry emoticon Seriously, you move me with your words.

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TARAFROMTX1 10/27/2011 12:07AM

    Holy momma you sure have a way with words! I loved your blog yet again! Girl you rock! emoticon

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JESSIEE11 10/26/2011 9:45PM

    For me the saccrine spaceship says, "I really want the whole family to get together for the holidays." (My really sweet and well-intentioned mother.) She doesn't get it. Great parents, but really messed up siblings. My sister and I no longer speak. Getting together for the holidays is an enormous hurdle. Not keen on a slappation fest.

I know that little girl, though it was not me. Never the warrior. As an adult I had to forgive my little self for the transgessions of others. I blamed myself for the older boy's hand in my crotch. The adult self wiped away my little girl tears and forgave her for thinking it was all her fault. I came out as a better person, stronger. Remarkable.

More tears. Grateful for your words. Thank you, Teeny.



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YINYANGSJM 10/26/2011 6:55PM

    I loved the blog (as always)! The changing the lightbulb is something I totally went through a few months ago. My upstairs hall was dark for several weeks because not only did I have to find and get out a working lightbulb, I also had to carry the stepladder upstairs. I finally broke down and changed it but the stepladder is still leaning against the wall in the hall.. I figure, I'll have to change that bulb again sometime :). Your blogs always make me smile, laugh, say "Amen sister" in my head (and sometimes out loud) and usually make me cry a little too. Thank you for that!!!!!

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JOSIEISHEALTHY 10/26/2011 11:50AM

    Wow, your words always have a great impact on me. You are awesome.

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ABETTERBECKY 10/26/2011 9:43AM

    I love your blogs.....so insightful, so honest and to the point. You are too cool :) Go Teeny - way to work it out!

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