The Queen's (Late) Tuesday Meme – April, 8, 2010

The Queen’s Meme #32 ~ The Peep Peep Meme

Sometimes silly.
Sometimes serious.
Always fun!
Step out of the box.
Be creative.
Use your imagination.
No one’s answers are quite like you

Easter has come and gone. But I’ll bet you have stories to tell! We present: The Peep Peep Meme. I feel a sugar rush coming on….

1. What does Easter mean to you (if that is not too personal)?

To me Easter represents the day that Jesus was resurrected after being crucified.

2. When did you last go on an Easter egg hunt? Did you find anything?

I cannot remember the last time I went on an Easter Egg hut. I am sure I found the usual….eggs, candy, toys.

3. Your favorite celebrity is dressed up in a bunny outfit and about to jump out of a cake. Who is it?

It is a toss up between Johnny Depp and Edward Norton. Johnny Depp has the cuter butt, but there is something I find super sexy about Edward Norton.

4. What is the most unusual thing you’ve ever done with Easter eggs?

Grew grass in the broken half of an egg shell, it looked like a home made chia pet.

5. What’s your favorite color of peeps?

Purple, sometimes there are purple peeps hanging around. My daughter and I stuck some peeps on a stick and set them on fire.

6. Do you believe in the Easter Bunny?

Of course. The Easter Bunny is a personal friend mine.

7. Imagine: You are invited to the White House for the annual Easter egg hunt. What surprise should President Obama put in each egg for the kids?

A vote against the new health care plan, and a copy of his birth certificate so once and for all the debate over his birth place will be over.

8. What’s your favorite kind of candy to eat at Easter?

ferrio roche

9. Have you ever dyed eggs for Easter?

dyed them, glittered them, colored them with crayons, colored them with markers

10. You have just found a genuine Faberge egg (like the one pictured here) worth millions of dollars. Would you keep it or sell it for cash at auction? What would you do with the money?

Without hesitation I would sell it, and use the money to pay my bills, and then buy gifts for myself

11. Do you have an Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it?
Show us a picture of your hat.

no Easter hat for me, however I do have a picture of me wearing a hat when I was a teen, back in the 80’s. That is my brother with me.



12. Please share any special Easter memories or traditions you have with us.

One year we went to the Biltmore Estate and we got to go Easter Egg hunting there. It was very different for us,because it was a super fancy place.

Drama Came To Me…

There was a time, not too long ago, when I created drama every where I went. It was as if it was the only way I could feel emotion. It was very unpleasant for people to be around me.

Fortunately, my depression treatment has helped me not be such a drama freak. I no longer thrive on the drama I create, or the drama other people create. In fact in the face of drama I can usually keep myself out of it.

Imagine my surprise when I got I drama filled message from my daughter-in-law, who I have never met.  It was about my son.

I have briefly written about my son, and how he seems to be having some real issues right now. One of the things he does, for a reason I have not figured out, is flat out lie about things that have to do with his family here. For example, he told his bride that we had no desire to ever meet her or her family, which prompted her to agree to a quick wedding.

A few weeks ago, I had written here how I have chosen not to contact him anymore, and leave it up to him to make the moves.  He has been so disrespectful to me in text messages and in phone conversations, that I had just reached my end point on dealing with it.  I figured if he contacted me in his own time, that he would not be so disrespectful.

So back to the drama filled message. I was told that I had given up on my son, that I was selfish, and there was an out right lie about why his bio-dad and I divorced.  For all of his life, I never told my son the real story about why his bio-dad and I divorced because it would put his bio-dad in a bad light.  I never wanted my son to know about the bad behavior of my ex-husband.  I was very upset when I read the message, and I talked about it with my counselor today.  I told her about my idea of doing a post about my son and all of that history and she thought it was a good idea.  I will be working on it over the next few days.

My daughter-in-law has figured out that my son has been lying to her a great deal and it is causing some huge problems in their marriage.  They have only been married since the end of December.

I think I handled the drama better than usual.  I did not let it consume me and I did not go off the deep end.  It is just very tiring.

Quote Of The Day Meme – April 7, 2010

My quote for today is:

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.~Nelson Mandela

This quotes represents all the times I have failed and how I finally decided to pick myself up and learn from my failures. It is a good feeling when I fail and I try again. Failures do not feel as bad now, because I know that I can get past the failure

Say What You Mean…

There have been many times over the last few years when I would share with someone what I needed or wanted, only to find that it was as if they never even heard me.  I never could understand what it was about me that seemed to make it so difficult for people to hear and fulfill my wants.

Somewhere along the way in my therapy, I realized why people did not hear what I was saying.  I was not really saying what it was that I wanted and needed.  I would beat around the bush, alluding to what it was that I wanted, but never actually saying it.  I learned that if I want to be heard,  I need to say what I mean and mean what I say.

“Then you should say what you mean,’ the March Hare went on. `I do,’ Alice hastily replied; `at least – at least I mean what I say – that’s the same thing, you know. “~ Lewis Carroll

Every time I did not say what I meant, and mean what I said, I diminished my own self worth, and my power.  I  also ended up feeling frustrated, disappointed, and ignored.  I felt as if I had no voice.   Those feelings contributed to the extreme unhappiness I always seemed to have.

There are several reasons why I chose to not say what I meant.  In the past, it was an act of self preservation.  I have had relationships with people and family where expressing what I really thought could have led to a great deal of unpleasantness.  I would use hinting around about the subject I wanted to discuss as a way to gauge what the other person’s reaction might be.  Later on in life I became the ultimate people pleaser, and did not see myself as valuable as everyone else.  By never being direct about what I wanted, I could make sure everyone else’s wants and needs were taken care of.

Once I saw myself as valuable and decided to live a truthful life, a life where I was being the real me,  I began to start saying what I meant.  I was surprised at the results.  Most of the people in my life where very happy that I was telling them what I needed and wanted.  It allowed them to know what I was thinking, and gave them an opportunity to do things for me.  It made them feel as if they were a part of my life.

The more I said what I meant and meant what I said, the more confidence and feelings of self worth I gained.  Which led to me being more and more direct.  I no longer felt ignored and frustrated.  I became a happier person.  Since I was no longer worrying about whether people got what I was alluding to, I also became less anxious.

Say what you mean and mean what you say is something I attempt to live up to every day.  It is not always easy, old habits can be difficult to overcome.   However, as each day goes by and I have more and more opportunities to practice being direct, the easier it has become.  My belief,  is that one day, I will be able to say what I mean and mean what I say without even having to give it any thought.

Do you always say what you mean?  If not,  why?

If you do not always say what you mean, how does that make you feel?

If you are someone who does say what you mean, have you always done so?

What made you start saying what you mean and meaning what you say?

I am looking forward to everyone’s answers. 

Announcement! Announcement! The Quote Of The Day Meme

I love quotes. Quotes of any kind, I just love ’em. I love to see what quotes inspire people on any given day. So I decided to start a meme that was all about quotes.

Starting Wednesday, April 7th, 2010 I will be starting and hosting a new meme, called The Quote Of The Day Meme.

It will be a very simple meme. All you have to do is to make a post with the quote you have picked for that day. If you want, you could even say why you picked that quote.

The quotes can come from the internet, books, poems, magazines, your own brain, your grandma, it does not matter.

I already have the button for it set up for it in my side bar.

I hope you all participate, Neighbors

I See Myself As Worthy

Every one of us is born with an intrinsic value. We all possess the potential to make the world a better place, to bring joy and happiness to others. We have the potential to live fulfilling lives. However, for many of us something happens, and we have no feelings of self-worth. We believe that we do not deserve happiness, success, respect, to take care of ourselves and etc.

The reality is, we never actually lose our value. Never. We just believe we have. Sometimes it is because we have childhood trauma, or have been horribly picked on by childhood peers. Even experiences we have had with other people as adults could have helped us develop feelings of no self-worth. Often when we feel that we have no self-worth we hide ourselves away, feeling empty and alone, in other words we are experiencing depression.

For many years, in fact for probably most of my life, I felt that I had no value, no self-worth. I was a very unhappy and sad person. It has taken a year of therapy for me to see my value. I have wondered why I, and women like me, would choose to live in such a state of unhappiness. I do believe it is a choice.  I have come up with a couple of reasons why I think we choose to live that way.

As crazy as it might sound, I think believing that you have no self-worth is a safe option. Since we see no value in ourselves we already know that other people will see no value in us. Which means we are better prepared for rejection than most people would be. So when rejection comes along, like it always does, our internal dialogue tells us that it won’t ruin our lives, we already knew it would happen, because we have no value.

Having no self-worth is also an easy option. If we have no value, then there is no need for us to do well or even try and succeed at anything. People will leave us alone if we act like our opinions and thoughts have no value. If we believe and say that we have no talents, or that we are useless then people will expect less of us.

Fortunately since possessing a feeling of self-worth is a choice, there are things we can do to regain our sense of value. What we have to do may seem difficult at first, but in my opinion it seems that way because it is something we are not used to doing.

I really believe making a real and accurate assessment of our strengths, and talents is very important. I was fortunate that I had my counselor to point out strengths that I was not even aware of. If you feel you need to, get someone you can trust to help you list your strengths and talents. Also, take the time to list the good things you do. Use what you have written down as a jumping off point in believing you have self-worth.

Commit to yourself that you are going to work on building your self-esteem and believing you have value. Look for the positive in every situation, even the ones that at first glance seem bad. My goal is always to try and find three positive things in every situation. Smile! Even if you do not feel like smiling, smile. Take the time to share kind thoughts and caring emotions. Be curious, optimistic, and courageous. Work hard and take the time to have fun. Reduce the time you spend feeling sorry for yourself.

Finally, you know yourself better than anyone, be your own judge. Or if you do not feel comfortable being your own judge, find someone you trust to help you. I use my counselor that way. Sometimes I have a difficult time with identifying real emotions, so I will run things past her and make sure my assessment is fairly accurate and realistic. In the end, it is up to you to decide your worth and to live up to your realistic expectations.

Friday Frustrations – Distractions

Recently, I have become more serious about my writing.  I entered my first writing contest, and am trying to enter a few more. I am also trying to get better at my writing so I can maybe get some freelance writing work.  That means I am putting more time into writing.

Very often I when I am writing, my family decides they need me.  It always derails my thought process.  I have tried scheduling writing time so that they feel like I am accessible and I do not feel frustrated, but that has not worked out very well.

I need to figure out a way I can write and pay attention to that while at the same time managing the time with my family so I do not feel frustrated.

Sardines, Golden Ticket, Time To Spread Stinky

Sardines

My husband got home from work early today and decided to treat us to supper at our favorite little Chinese Restaurant. We had to go in his little pickup.  We all did manage to fit in his truck, poor Anna was squished in between us.  The Chinese Restaurant we like to go to is probably not the best or even the second best in our are, but it is a buffet and it is cheap, and the family that runs it is very sweet.  It being a buffet is very important because my husband is a very hungry man when he gets home from work, and he has to work hard to maintain his burliness.  When we were heading home after our outing, it seemed like there was less room in the truck.  We felt more like sardines than people.  I happened to mention that we were all a bit bigger than we were before we ate.  The response I got was “Not that much bigger, now scoot over I only have one cheek on the seat.”  At that point, while he had only one cheek on the seat and we were all squeezed together, and he was driving down the road, my husband decides that it would be a good time to start singing and doing is boy band moves.  I am not sure how it happened but by the time we got home, I had a door handle poking me in the rear end and Anna kept talking about how awful it would be if one of us passed gas while we were all in that tiny truck.

Golden Ticket

I felt like I was in the movie “Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” (the original one) tonight.  My daughter is a huge Justin Bieber fan.  She has been waiting, impatiently, for when she could get his new cd.  Tonight while we were out she was able to purchase it.  What I did not realize is that there are Golden Tickets hidden in some of the Justin Bieber cds.  If you happen to find a Golden Ticket, you might just have one that you can instantly win a prize with.  If you do not win an instant prize with your Golden Ticket  your ticket number is placed in the mix for a future drawing.  Just like Charlie, in “Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”, Anna dearly wanted one of those Golden Tickets.  Just the other night she had told her father that she really wished she could have one.  So when she opened the CD packaging and saw the Golden Ticket she was stunned into silence.  As soon as we got home, she entered her Golden Ticket number to see if she was one of the instant winning lucky few.  Unfortunately she was not.  The cute thing was, this did not diminish her joy at finding one of the Golden Tickets.  I happened to mention she ought to frame it and she thought that was a totally terrific idea.

Time To Spread The Stinky

It is spring, the weather is warming up, and I live in the country.  I know what you are thinking, you are jealous that I live where I live this time of year, when the flowers are starting bloom or bud, and the birds are chirping and it is just so pretty outside.  There is one little detail that I left out.  It is also the time of year when the farmers, spread chicken manure all over their fields.  Fortunately our neighbors have not done that yet.  When we were out and about this evening, we had decided that the weather was so nice that we would roll down the truck windows as were were driving.  This proved to be a very poor decision.  Several of the farms we passed had already spread the stinky manure on their fields.  Which meant that when we passed the farms, the smell of stinky chicken poo would invade our truck.  Rolling up the window did not help, by that time the smell was already trapped inside the truck, so we just left the windows open, holding our noses until we out ran the stink.

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings, Neighbors.

I Highly Recommend Friday Frustrations

I wanted to take the time to talk about a sweet woman by the name of Maria Melo and her meme called Friday Frustrations

As a general rule I try and keep my posts positive. If that is not possible then I at least try and end the post on a positive note. I do that because it helps me maintain a positive frame of mind. However, just because I do this does not mean that I do not get frustrated, irritated, or even worried. Just like everyone else who feels those emotions, I need to let them out. It is just harder for me than most.

Maria’s Friday Frustrations has been a great tool in my depression recovery. It has become a place where I can vent, and whatever is bothering me does not end up festering. I just put whatever is bothering me on the back burner then just let it all out on that meme.

I highly recommend Friday Frustrations as a place where you can vent your heart out. It is also very encouraging because someone always leaves you a sweet comment on your blog.

Check it out! You might like it!

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Friday Funnies – Jokes That Made Me Laugh

Dog looks at human and thinks:
“My hero, my friend, my buddy.”

Cat looks at human and thinks:
“My can-opener.”

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When Jerry’s daughter, Dani, was about 5 years old, she was thoroughly impressing her grandparents with her knowledge of insects while they were out for a walk. She readily identified ants, grasshoppers, crickets, ladybugs and such.

When they happened upon a small beetle she did not immediately recognize, she looked at it thoughtfully, raised her foot and stomped it into oblivion on the sidewalk.

‘That one’, she said, ‘is a Squashed Bug.’

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A customer in a bakery was observed carefully examining all the rich-looking pastries displayed on trays in the glass cases. When a clerk approached him and asked, “What would you like?” he answered.

“I’d like that chocolate-covered, cream-filled doughnut, that jelly-filled doughnut and that cheese Danish.”

Then with a sigh he added, “But I’ll take an oat-bran muffin.”

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A couple just started their Lamaze class and they were given an activity requiring the husband to wear a bag of sand – to give him an idea of what it feels like to be pregnant. The husband stood up and shrugged saying, “This doesn’t feel so bad.”

The instructor then dropped a pen and asked the husband to pick it up.

“You want me to pick up the pen as if I were pregnant, the way my wife would do it?” the husband asked.

“Exactly,” replied the instructor.

To the delight of the other husbands, he turned to his wife and said, “Honey, pick up that pen for me.”

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Linda’s son was in the process of being potty trained. One summer day, he came in from outside, all wet. Linda asked, “Did you have an accident?”.

Yes, he replied. Well, what did you do, water the trees, the bushes,…?”

“Oh, no,” he replied. “I went in the garage.”

Shocked, Linda responded, “Well, you shouldn’t do that. It will start to stink, draw flies; now I’ll have to go out and hose down the garage.”

Her son replied cheerfully: ” But Mom, it’s OK, I didn’t go in our garage, I went in Jill’s garage!!”

Enjoy, Neighbors!