New Book

"Earth laughs in flowers."
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Yesterday I started writing again. I forgot how much I enjoy it. I have always enjoyed putting pen to paper. As a kid I wrote stories all the time. I even kept a diary for a while. Till mom found it and I stopped. When I moved out I started again after Matthew was born. That stopped a year later when I realized I had no time and was tired from chasing a kid around…lol

Well you get the picture…its been stop and go through out the years. All the personal journals that I have written through my life are gone. At the end of every year I take them and shred them. I guess I don’t need to have anyone find them. I’ve had 4 people read my journals and I was not happy to say the least. So lesson learned..shred them!

I have been seriously thinking about writing a book. I’m not too sure if this is a good idea. I mean if I write a book about my life will people want to read it? Will it be a memory trip I want to take? I would be stepping into some very dark waters. I’m not sure.

Maybe I will just write my story in my journal and keep it for my boys to read once I am gone from this world. These are tough decisions to make. It’s a journey I’m just not sure I want to go on. There are memories that really just need to stay hidden in the past. But then again, are there things that I did in my life that others could learn from?

Hmmm…..

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One Last Time

I want to start off by saying “I’m sorry this might be depressing”. I once again did something I am very embarrassed about and ashamed. I made the mistake of drinking. With the drinking comes my anger. I seem to get angry and tend to end up crying or fighting with people. I know better than to drink. I know that I don’t have control over alcohol. Once I start I can’t stop. Yes, I know that I’m an alcoholic. I have known this for 25 years.

As always, I was hungover and felt terrible. I still feel terrible. I spent yesterday in bed. Only to crawl out to use the bathroom. Gregg tried to help me get better. Bringing me water and food. I spent a lot of time watching TV and thinking. Well, I realized a few things. I guess you can say I sort of had a wake up call. With all the thinking I did, there were a few thoughts that stood out.

The first one, I need to quit drinking. This is a big one. I have tried over the years to quit or cut back and I can do it. But it only lasts for a few months and then I go on a binge. I end up in bed feeling terrible and saying I need to stop doing this. My decision has been made. As of now I will not be drinking. I’m sure you have heard people say it before. So I’m going to add this. I’m stopping the drinking, but I am not adding “forever”. Forever is way too long and I know I will not make it. I want to be able to go out and have a fruity cocktail on the beach or a beer on a hot summer day. Instead I am just taking a break. How long of a break? Who knows, might be a year, or it might be longer.

Second, I need to deal with a few personal issues from my past. What does this mean? It’s simple, I have to get over it and move on. How do I do this? Well, I have thought long and hard and I guess this will be a work  in progress. I know that my family doesn’t really know everything that happened to me, and I’m not going to dig up the past and talk to any of them about these things. I will go back to what used to help me. I will start writing again.

Third, say good bye. What I mean by this is that I need to close off parts of my life. This is also dealing with memories and past relationships. There are people that are still around here and there that I really don’t want to talk with or hear about. I know that I can’t get away from some of them, but the ones that only cause me sorrow will be getting deleted from my life so that I can be happier.

And the last thing, find happiness with myself. What’s this? Well I asked myself this one over and over. What will make me happy? There are a few thing. Gregg is on the top of the list. He makes me happy. The love that he shows me is pure and truly honest. Its a love that I have never in my life felt so deeply. So I am very lucky. Sunshine, yes sunshine makes me happy. This is a hard one. We don’t get much sun up here in Canada. Maybe, if we are lucky 4 months out of the year. I want to move to Mexico, and this is something we will really have to work hard at to make it come true. I want to be healthy. Oh sure I can put on a good show of looking normal. But I’m tired of being in pain every day. I would give anything to remove all the pain and stop taking all these pills I have. So I am working on this one. I know I can’t be perfect but I sure will give it a try. Religion, this has always been a hard one. I won’t touch this one right now. I will say this, I will be going back.

There you have it. See, I have problems too. My problems may not seem as a big deal to some of you, but for me these have been some major issues that I have been struggling with for a very long time. I have just always put them off and hoped that they would go away. (I have only scratched the surface of my troubles in this post).

I am an emotional person. I feel and think with my heart. Always have. It’s caused me much heartache over my life time. On the other hand, my heart is what has made me do things I might never would have and am thankful that I did. So if I don’t call you or hang out with you for days weeks or months, don’t be offended. Unless you got deleted from my facebook. I’m just trying to move ahead in my life.

Coloring My Hair

Well I have decided to color my hair again. For about 3 years now I have been letting my hair grow. I did like it when it was short, but it was a lot of work. I’ve let my bangs grow out and I really like having them long and out of my face. So length and style are fine. Well, maybe I will get it layered some more so it has some life to it. I guess I need to call my niece and make an appointment.

Anyways, I have never liked my natural color. It’s very mousy looking. It looks greasy even after I have just washed it. It’s a dirty dark blond. So instead I have picked a color that has a similar shade but a little bit darker. What I used is L’oreal’s Natrual Match N5. I really like this color. I have also tried N6 but found it wasn’t a good color for my skin tone.

So here is the pic before color and after color. There isn’t much difference. Its a bit darker and even color.

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Now I’m going to bleach the hair underneath. I never colored all of it. I tied off a section. The bleaching didn’t go as planned. It was suppose to get blond but it just wouldn’t do it. Plus its hard to see the back of my head so the roots didn’t get done. Oh well I will ask Gregg to do it next time.dscf1765

Next was the purple dye. I used Punky Colors Purple. Just put it in and leave it on for 30 minutes.

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And there you have it! All done!

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Some Days Are Better Than Others

Not sure what it was, but a couple nights ago I was laying in bed watching TV and maybe it was something I saw, but I got flashes of memories of Dad. It’s hard to think about him without getting tears in my eyes. It’s happening now as I type. Yesterday I missed Mom. I felt a real need to talk to her. I didn’t call her since she is in California right now. Then today I can’t stop thinking about Colby and Matthew. How they are grown up and adults now and I missed so much of it.

I guess I’m just a bit emotional this week. I’ve been in so much body pain for the last few weeks. I finally am having some relief today. Maybe that’s why I am emotional? Most days I try to cover my pain. I take painkillers and numb it, and with that comes the numbing of the brain. I don’t have to think or remember. I just do what is needed of me. Some times I feel like a zombie. Living in a haze of nothingness.

I’ve been off my painkillers since Tuesday evening.

Now my brain is awake and working again. I don’t like it. I hate to remember any of my past. There so many bad nightmares that I hate to relive. My head hurts from all the thoughts that are in there. I wish there was a switch to turn it off or a door to close and lock, never to be opened again. I know that can’t happen. What is there, is part of me. It’s what makes me who I am.

I will get past the day and tomorrow will be a new day. Maybe the painful memories will lessen soon. Most likely I will be back on my painkillers and I won’t have to think . Not that I want to take them, I have to. And so the day moves on….