Thursday, November 10, 2011
November 10th ~ In case anybody was wondering
... nothing new here. But today is Rick's 48th birthday.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
November 7th ~ Parting Thoughts
On day 365... my head is refreshingly blank. On the other hand, I am excruciatingly bored.
In closing...
Today, I got this mention on Twitter:
KQEDnews KQED News
@anibundel @lcarilo @PharaohCarlson @risaibi @NewsHour@KQEDnews You explain what #unemployment means to you, in Tweets ow.ly/1zYurH
As for my blogging assignment reaching it's end, I have found the most gratifying thing to come from this experience has been connecting with lovely, thoughtful, and compassionate people; being followed on Twitter by CNN contributors and journalists that I respect and admire; delighted in occasional chit-chat with brilliant comedy writers and actors. But the biggest kicker has been the handful exchanges with favorite authors. So as lousy as life has been, dreams have come true. Come on... Anderson Cooper sent me the last book he had read over summer!!! That was an OVER THE MOON, once in a life time thrill, right? Well, it was for me anyway.
In closing...
Today, I got this mention on Twitter:
KQEDnews KQED News
@anibundel @lcarilo @PharaohCarlson @risaibi @NewsHour@KQEDnews You explain what #unemployment means to you, in Tweets ow.ly/1zYurH
As for my blogging assignment reaching it's end, I have found the most gratifying thing to come from this experience has been connecting with lovely, thoughtful, and compassionate people; being followed on Twitter by CNN contributors and journalists that I respect and admire; delighted in occasional chit-chat with brilliant comedy writers and actors. But the biggest kicker has been the handful exchanges with favorite authors. So as lousy as life has been, dreams have come true. Come on... Anderson Cooper sent me the last book he had read over summer!!! That was an OVER THE MOON, once in a life time thrill, right? Well, it was for me anyway.
Thanks Anderson and everyone else, for those moments when I couldn't stop smiling, laughed out loud, was left speechless; touched by your virtual hugs... during these worst of times.
~ Oh, and by the way, I only got told off once, by some woman named Melissa... or was it Michelle, via my Facebook page a while back. She had some "How dare you..." words for me. I took care; cleared things up. Pointed out that had she read the heading on the blog post, she'd see that I was not asking strangers for money... I was, in fact, traumatized by the idea of having to ask relatives for financial assistance. She got the message; deleted her nasty post and apologized for having misunderstood.
~ Oh, and by the way, I only got told off once, by some woman named Melissa... or was it Michelle, via my Facebook page a while back. She had some "How dare you..." words for me. I took care; cleared things up. Pointed out that had she read the heading on the blog post, she'd see that I was not asking strangers for money... I was, in fact, traumatized by the idea of having to ask relatives for financial assistance. She got the message; deleted her nasty post and apologized for having misunderstood.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
November 6th ~ Confession of a Coward
You know the expression: Behind every great man, stands a great woman. Well, I hate that expression. I hate it because it drills home just what a crappy wife I am. The worse part... This phrase repeats over and over in my head each and every day that goes by that my husband is out of work. I blame myself.
I blame myself for not standing firm nine years ago, when he lost his job in Texas. To be honest, I expected he would be the one to take matters at hand and tackle jobless problem with every ounce of his being... for his family. I thought we were on the same page: Okay, laid-off. Just find another job... doing anything... take two jobs if possible; Three! Do whatever necessary to get through this.
Well, that didn't happen. What happened was he shut down, so I shut down. I not only shut down, I became distraught and resentful. Why wasn't he trying harder. Why was he okay with life crumbling from financial burdens. Why couldn't he deliver pizza, work at fast food restaurant... hell, why couldn't he toss newspapers every morning? I was so angry and disappointed back then.
And when it happened again in 2007, no change. In fact, my resentment and frustration reached a whole new level. I wondered, "Why does he just not seem to give a damn about us; our livelihood!" I again blamed myself. Kept my mouth shut; waited for his lead. Nothing. I proved useless to my family in so many ways; and when I could have been the driving force behind "my man," my failure was magnified. What kind of mother, right?
These days, a year after third job lay off, I operate on automatic pilot - slow and steady, navigating through misery; mountain of chaos and turmoil dead ahead.
I blame myself for not standing firm nine years ago, when he lost his job in Texas. To be honest, I expected he would be the one to take matters at hand and tackle jobless problem with every ounce of his being... for his family. I thought we were on the same page: Okay, laid-off. Just find another job... doing anything... take two jobs if possible; Three! Do whatever necessary to get through this.
Well, that didn't happen. What happened was he shut down, so I shut down. I not only shut down, I became distraught and resentful. Why wasn't he trying harder. Why was he okay with life crumbling from financial burdens. Why couldn't he deliver pizza, work at fast food restaurant... hell, why couldn't he toss newspapers every morning? I was so angry and disappointed back then.
And when it happened again in 2007, no change. In fact, my resentment and frustration reached a whole new level. I wondered, "Why does he just not seem to give a damn about us; our livelihood!" I again blamed myself. Kept my mouth shut; waited for his lead. Nothing. I proved useless to my family in so many ways; and when I could have been the driving force behind "my man," my failure was magnified. What kind of mother, right?
These days, a year after third job lay off, I operate on automatic pilot - slow and steady, navigating through misery; mountain of chaos and turmoil dead ahead.
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