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My first blog
hello friends,
I have never written a blog before, i was always considered a good listener and reader rather than someone who likes to write.
But i have seen people pen down their experiences about life in their blog, that it motivated me too to write something down.
I came into this country about a year back and i must say that the last 1 year has been just fabulous !!! May be in the forthcoming blogs, i would write about my experiences in Chicago (truly a great place), about Americans (wonderful people !!
) and about how i missed my mom, dad and family who are back home in the last one year ... :((
thats it for the time being, hope someone reads my crap .. :))
cheers !!
F
I have never written a blog before, i was always considered a good listener and reader rather than someone who likes to write.
But i have seen people pen down their experiences about life in their blog, that it motivated me too to write something down.
I came into this country about a year back and i must say that the last 1 year has been just fabulous !!! May be in the forthcoming blogs, i would write about my experiences in Chicago (truly a great place), about Americans (wonderful people !!
) and about how i missed my mom, dad and family who are back home in the last one year ... :((thats it for the time being, hope someone reads my crap .. :))
cheers !!
F
online today!
It's All Over Now,Baby Blue by Bob Dylan
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The desire for simplicity.
I've begun thinking tonight, a dangerous activity in and of itself, while I stare at our store's mascot's dead corpse. He was a mouse, a simple black and white mouse that cost our till all of $2 to acquire. His name was Lenny.
He lived, to put it simply. He didn't need to go out and be with his own kind. He ate, drank, ran on his wheel for a bit, and slept. He couldn't possibly have conceived the idea of societal pressure we humans have created for ourselves, he didn't know he NEEDED to attract a female, he didn't know he should get someone to live out his days with, how ever few they were. He didn't know about dating sites, or bars, or clubs, or loud music. All he knew was that when his dish or water bottle got low a giant hand would invade his world, for all he knew it could've been the hand of god, and replenished his basic needs as that hand saw fit.
Did Lenny understand being lonely? Did he understand a plethora of emotions we humans batter ourselves with? Could he begin to comprehend if one day he had learned to talk and had conversed with one of us cashiers one day? Could we explain to him why we feel we need god(s)? How about blind faith? Complete and utter trust? It's taken me almost 19 years to understand why people need their god(s), mice only live on average for 1, maybe 2, years...would that be enough time?
I am somewhat envious of his existence. I want to know I don't have to worry about anything, all I need to do is eat, sleep, run around, then sleep some more. Simple existence would make the world a much better place. If we didn't care what others around us did, wouldn't we be a better species?
But for now I shall give Lenny a disgaceful burial with a white plastic bag and the garbage bin. You will be remembered for your simplicity, Lenny, enjoy your eternal slumber next to old onion peelings and disgarded food from the restaurant next door.
-Because I can
He lived, to put it simply. He didn't need to go out and be with his own kind. He ate, drank, ran on his wheel for a bit, and slept. He couldn't possibly have conceived the idea of societal pressure we humans have created for ourselves, he didn't know he NEEDED to attract a female, he didn't know he should get someone to live out his days with, how ever few they were. He didn't know about dating sites, or bars, or clubs, or loud music. All he knew was that when his dish or water bottle got low a giant hand would invade his world, for all he knew it could've been the hand of god, and replenished his basic needs as that hand saw fit.
Did Lenny understand being lonely? Did he understand a plethora of emotions we humans batter ourselves with? Could he begin to comprehend if one day he had learned to talk and had conversed with one of us cashiers one day? Could we explain to him why we feel we need god(s)? How about blind faith? Complete and utter trust? It's taken me almost 19 years to understand why people need their god(s), mice only live on average for 1, maybe 2, years...would that be enough time?
I am somewhat envious of his existence. I want to know I don't have to worry about anything, all I need to do is eat, sleep, run around, then sleep some more. Simple existence would make the world a much better place. If we didn't care what others around us did, wouldn't we be a better species?
But for now I shall give Lenny a disgaceful burial with a white plastic bag and the garbage bin. You will be remembered for your simplicity, Lenny, enjoy your eternal slumber next to old onion peelings and disgarded food from the restaurant next door.
-Because I can
think you have it bad.3
ive beening thinking about what to do. there is just no way not to start a fight. and i really hate to fight. so what i did is told her that i cant move on with her allways around me playing with my head. I wont be able to meet someone. so i told her that she needs to move out and find what ever she is looking for,(and by the way the kids are mine.) as long as the kids are fine then im fine. but she got mad and started it and i just sad good bye. then i called up later and said that she has to the end of the month to go. she says that she is going back to the other guy. and marry him. so i told her hope that is what you what and not what you need. for my kids sack it better be what she whats. but i have read all what you have said and i thank you all. now who knows anybody single.
Where's Slippery?
Has she disappeared? How are we going to make it without her? What about her blogging addiction?
Im worried.
Im worried.
think you have it bad.2
yes it is me in the pic. but i feel bad if i kick her out. the kids mit not like that. but it not good just to kick her out with no place to go to. if she not happy with him. if i kick her out then she would go rigth back with him. and yes everthing i said is true. she has been doing this for 2 years with me. and yes we are not seeing each or doing anything else. she has her own room. im the type of guy who tells it like it is. i think that if more people would do that they would stay together longer or just not start it at all. i just dont want to hurt the kids. i just need to meet other people that can help make the time go faster untill she moves out. and if i do meet that someone she would move out or i would. but dont get me started on the past.......
you all think you have it bad
i dont like doing this but i have something to get off my chest. my x girlfreind what a pain. she was dating the guy she left me for. then calls and conplanes about him. then she wants to marry him then she gets sick of him. because he wont help her around the house, and he wont even drop her and my kids at the door then go park. he says it not the 40's. then a few weeks ago she called and said that she is going to leave him. and she wanted to move back in with me and try to work things out. she sits and texts him all night and is a pain to me all day. she has moved about everything around my house she says that it dont feel like home to her. so instead of starting a fight i just let her . i must be looseing my mind.
When Dreams become a nightmare,
Its time to wake up. I have been working on two dreams for the last 2 years. One was planned, the other caught me by surprise. Unfortunately the two dreams are connected and one dream turning into a nightmare has damaged the dream that I did not know was coming.
I dreamed of a business, that addresses an area that is difficult and complex. It takes real work and I have the people lined up, but not the correct financing. But at the time, it felt like I had no choice. When on dangerous ground you have to keep moving forward. It supposedly applies to business or military. The potential contribution to the energy world would be major. I still believe this.
But because dream #2 became intertwined, I did not concentrate entirely on business. I also made choices to be with her, to spend money to see her or for her to see me. I was selfish wanting to spend time with her to see if we could start a family. I feel I made the right choice as to where to set up the business, but a foreign country for 2 foreigners plus a daughter where you do not speak the language is difficult.
On top of that, I trusted a couple of people on business who were not able to deliver their promises, one was finances, the other was a supplier which would of helped finances. So I got distracted addressing these issues. I still wanted it all. Both dreams. But the dreams became nightmares. Money was tight, too tight. Everything takes time to correct, but being worried about taking care of your daughter, having a roof over your head is too much.
I have made adjustments. I retargeted what we were doing on our core strengths, but there was an issue with her working visa taking 4 months to return. The holidays were not good. We wanted to see each other, but the German tourist visa got lost in transit somewhere and she and her daughter could not come for the holidays. She was here for our birthdays, but her daughter was in school.
The finances are still not right. The correct decision on her part is to get a job back in her home town where she lives with her parents. I am going through making even more adjustments. The right things to do, reduce costs, take a "day job" and sell my property in the US for my own personal fund here. I am being more hard cored about "the business" - no investors, I am willing to work on evenings and weekends because other friends and family have invested. But not with the same enthusiasm, because dream #2 has decided not to return. It is too difficult to live with me. Too many times worrying about her daughter, how we would eat even.
So the dreams became nightmares, but it also causes you to wake up. To see with a new vision. There are many changes I have finally decided to do this last week. Not through hurt, as some people may think. But with actually a clear vision about how dreams can delude us if we are not careful.
I dreamed of a business, that addresses an area that is difficult and complex. It takes real work and I have the people lined up, but not the correct financing. But at the time, it felt like I had no choice. When on dangerous ground you have to keep moving forward. It supposedly applies to business or military. The potential contribution to the energy world would be major. I still believe this.
But because dream #2 became intertwined, I did not concentrate entirely on business. I also made choices to be with her, to spend money to see her or for her to see me. I was selfish wanting to spend time with her to see if we could start a family. I feel I made the right choice as to where to set up the business, but a foreign country for 2 foreigners plus a daughter where you do not speak the language is difficult.
On top of that, I trusted a couple of people on business who were not able to deliver their promises, one was finances, the other was a supplier which would of helped finances. So I got distracted addressing these issues. I still wanted it all. Both dreams. But the dreams became nightmares. Money was tight, too tight. Everything takes time to correct, but being worried about taking care of your daughter, having a roof over your head is too much.
I have made adjustments. I retargeted what we were doing on our core strengths, but there was an issue with her working visa taking 4 months to return. The holidays were not good. We wanted to see each other, but the German tourist visa got lost in transit somewhere and she and her daughter could not come for the holidays. She was here for our birthdays, but her daughter was in school.
The finances are still not right. The correct decision on her part is to get a job back in her home town where she lives with her parents. I am going through making even more adjustments. The right things to do, reduce costs, take a "day job" and sell my property in the US for my own personal fund here. I am being more hard cored about "the business" - no investors, I am willing to work on evenings and weekends because other friends and family have invested. But not with the same enthusiasm, because dream #2 has decided not to return. It is too difficult to live with me. Too many times worrying about her daughter, how we would eat even.
So the dreams became nightmares, but it also causes you to wake up. To see with a new vision. There are many changes I have finally decided to do this last week. Not through hurt, as some people may think. But with actually a clear vision about how dreams can delude us if we are not careful.
Change what we can
It is not snowing here.
In fact it promises to be a day filled with endless blue skies and a sun like a highly polished brass bowl spilling light down on the vivid purples and pinks of bougainvillia, the yellows and earth tones of crotons and the amazing array of greens from dark to almost non existent.
It is going to be hot. Very hot. And I shall not complain, I shall sweat. Probably change my tank top once or twice. Some people will head for the beach but I will not. I have some editing to do and will head in to the station once I am done.
I have never had a problem with the weather. I used to thoroughly enjoy walking in a blizzard when you could lean forward into the wind and push with all your strength and get nowhere while ice spicules whipped cheeks so much, the cold was lost in the rush of blood to the surface of the skin.
I love to walk through the rain. Once, at a garden party, the skies opened and by the time I had sauntered back to the house my skirt was four inches shorter, a scandal at the time - my goodness I have lived so long in some ways, just moments in others- because knee length was the accepted norm, and for once 'dry clean only' meant do not get wet!
Days tossed with wind exhilarate me and I long to run along the beach on the East coast, sand coarse and squeaking underneath my feet, the tidal pools filled with secrets, spitting foam around my ankles, leaving salt like diamonds on my skin.
It has taken all my years up till now to learn I am much happier when I do not rail against those things I cannot change. Instead, I have learned to test the boundaries of everything to find where there is slack, room to maneuver, and then to change the things I can have an effect upon.
My fingers are still numb and my left hand is so beyond my control at the moment, it might as well be attached to someone else's wrist but I have cut the typos in half by using just two fingers rather than all four. I am changing what I can.
This does not mean I sit with a sappy grin going OM MANI PADME HUM, everything is as it should be and right in my world.
That would be such a whopper! What it does mean is that I will do all in my power to rectify and adjust the situation and once there is no more for me to do, I shall work on being 'okay' with the way things are and get on with my life.
There is absolutely nothing I can ever do to change the weather. So I never even try.
In fact it promises to be a day filled with endless blue skies and a sun like a highly polished brass bowl spilling light down on the vivid purples and pinks of bougainvillia, the yellows and earth tones of crotons and the amazing array of greens from dark to almost non existent.
It is going to be hot. Very hot. And I shall not complain, I shall sweat. Probably change my tank top once or twice. Some people will head for the beach but I will not. I have some editing to do and will head in to the station once I am done.
I have never had a problem with the weather. I used to thoroughly enjoy walking in a blizzard when you could lean forward into the wind and push with all your strength and get nowhere while ice spicules whipped cheeks so much, the cold was lost in the rush of blood to the surface of the skin.
I love to walk through the rain. Once, at a garden party, the skies opened and by the time I had sauntered back to the house my skirt was four inches shorter, a scandal at the time - my goodness I have lived so long in some ways, just moments in others- because knee length was the accepted norm, and for once 'dry clean only' meant do not get wet!
Days tossed with wind exhilarate me and I long to run along the beach on the East coast, sand coarse and squeaking underneath my feet, the tidal pools filled with secrets, spitting foam around my ankles, leaving salt like diamonds on my skin.
It has taken all my years up till now to learn I am much happier when I do not rail against those things I cannot change. Instead, I have learned to test the boundaries of everything to find where there is slack, room to maneuver, and then to change the things I can have an effect upon.
My fingers are still numb and my left hand is so beyond my control at the moment, it might as well be attached to someone else's wrist but I have cut the typos in half by using just two fingers rather than all four. I am changing what I can.
This does not mean I sit with a sappy grin going OM MANI PADME HUM, everything is as it should be and right in my world.
That would be such a whopper! What it does mean is that I will do all in my power to rectify and adjust the situation and once there is no more for me to do, I shall work on being 'okay' with the way things are and get on with my life.
There is absolutely nothing I can ever do to change the weather. So I never even try.
I have to get this off my chest,
so that I can feel better.
I have not had an easy life. I'm hoping it gets better. Things are looking up for me. Anyway, here it goes.
My mother hated me when I was growing up. She mentally and physically beat me. I forgave her 12 years ago for it. I still don't understand till this day why she did those things to me and not my sisters, but I'm glad they didn't have to go through what I did.
I got married at 15 and had my first child at 16. My husband physically beat me also. I forgave him 10 years ago. I know now that we were to young to get married and have a baby. I'm sorry I made his life miserable. I was so much in love with him.
The man I am with now beat me for the for the first 9 years of us being together. I'm glad he doesn't do that now. I'm sorry I forced myself on him. I wished I had listened to everyone about him, but I didn't. I know I have done wrong in our relationship. I just hope one day that he will forgive me for I forgave him for the things he has done to me. I wish he would let go some of his hated that he has about somethings. Carrying a grudge is not healthy. I have matured alot in these past for years and I am doing right by him. He quit drinking for me and made his life better. But we just can't seem to get along still. We can't stand to be in the same room together. We can't agree on anything. One day he will have to not worry about me any more. Maybe then he will be happy for I cannot make him happy. I have tried and tried until I am tired of trying. I give up. I just don't know how or what to do to make him happy. I can't function like a real human being any more. I just wish he would understand that. I'm still trying to get use to the changes in my body. Having a hysterectomy is not an easy thing to get over. The chronic pain hurts like h*** at times. Why can't he understand this? I know I am not an easy person to get along with, but he isn't either. So many problems. So much controversary.
Yes I have tried talking to him about these things, but he is a hard head. I feel better now.
I have not had an easy life. I'm hoping it gets better. Things are looking up for me. Anyway, here it goes.
My mother hated me when I was growing up. She mentally and physically beat me. I forgave her 12 years ago for it. I still don't understand till this day why she did those things to me and not my sisters, but I'm glad they didn't have to go through what I did.
I got married at 15 and had my first child at 16. My husband physically beat me also. I forgave him 10 years ago. I know now that we were to young to get married and have a baby. I'm sorry I made his life miserable. I was so much in love with him.
The man I am with now beat me for the for the first 9 years of us being together. I'm glad he doesn't do that now. I'm sorry I forced myself on him. I wished I had listened to everyone about him, but I didn't. I know I have done wrong in our relationship. I just hope one day that he will forgive me for I forgave him for the things he has done to me. I wish he would let go some of his hated that he has about somethings. Carrying a grudge is not healthy. I have matured alot in these past for years and I am doing right by him. He quit drinking for me and made his life better. But we just can't seem to get along still. We can't stand to be in the same room together. We can't agree on anything. One day he will have to not worry about me any more. Maybe then he will be happy for I cannot make him happy. I have tried and tried until I am tired of trying. I give up. I just don't know how or what to do to make him happy. I can't function like a real human being any more. I just wish he would understand that. I'm still trying to get use to the changes in my body. Having a hysterectomy is not an easy thing to get over. The chronic pain hurts like h*** at times. Why can't he understand this? I know I am not an easy person to get along with, but he isn't either. So many problems. So much controversary.
Yes I have tried talking to him about these things, but he is a hard head. I feel better now.
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