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  1. Maximum Capacity

    June 23, 2010 by shishnit

    posting here because I don’t want to lose this…these few paragraphs sometimes keep me sane.  Rick and I are still together….I still remember you Joe. 

    Maximum Capacity

    It is the natural order of things that a container can contain only so much. When it’s full, you can fit no more. A one-gallon jug holds one gallon, and no matter what you do you can’t fit two gallons into a one-gallon jug.

    Ever been in a busy elevator? When the elevator stops there’s always some idiot trying to rush into the elevator without letting people out of the elevator first.

    Everything has a maximum capacity. Hearts and minds are the same way.

    It’s a scientific fact that if I read you a list of 20 nouns, you will only be able to remember 7 of them at once. If you remember an 8th that means you’ll have forgotten one of the others.

    When you’re in love with someone, that person becomes like the sun. When you look at the sun, its brilliance blinds you to everything else. It’s only when you stop looking at the sun that everything else comes back into focus.

    For whatever reason, for better or worse, it doesn’t look like he is going to pan out. Strange though it may seem, that’s a good thing. As your love and your sorrow fade away, it’s like emptying. As bad as that feeling is, that’s a good thing too. It’s only once you’ve emptied that you can start to fill again.

    Just like the sun, once you turn your head, everything else comes back into focus. You’ll again see things you’d forgotten, and maybe see a few new things you never noticed.

    If this love isn’t going to work out, then it’s good that things are ending. If he is not the one, then they deserve no space in your heart or mind. Clearing it away makes space for someone who does deserve it.


  2. Together

    June 13, 2010 by shishnit

    I’m a big believer in forgiveness.  I am trying to remind myself of that now.  I was once forgiven when quite honestly I don’t think I deserved the forgiveness.  I think in a marriage, sometimes your success is only as good as your willingness to forgive.

    A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers. — Robert Quillen

    I am sometimes angry, sometimes hurt, mostly vacillating between ok and forgetting and remembering and being in fear.

    I believe, however that we will be just fine.  A bit more rugged for the wear, a bit stronger, a bit better, a bit more aware.  I am madly in love with him…and I know he loves me.  


  3. how much do you “really” blog about?

    June 8, 2010 by shishnit

    I haven’t been an honest open blogger like I was in the past.  With everything that’s been going on with my relationships with everyone in my life right now,  I just haven’t had the heart to jump back on the crazy train that my life seems to have turned into over the last few months.  I’ve been spending a lot of time just staring off into space, swimming in the river denial and wondering how things have gotten to this place.

    Rick and I are falling apart, have fallen apart…might fall apart…are experiencing major trauma…are a mess….are apart…?  I don’t even know. I can’t even pinpoint where things took a big left turn. I only know that I’m not the one that grabbed that stearing wheel and headed off in the direction of the cliff side.  I know he did.  I just don’t know why or what happened.

    I have cried, been in shock…fought for my own sanity and just sat bawling and praying to some entity that has no name but that of “hope” for quite a few weeks now. I’ve felt like his mother, his confidant, sometimes his partner in crime…a crime I never wanted to comit.  Its so raw right now, I can’t put it into words.  I have cheered other’s on as they rejoice for their new spring day…their rebirth and I am standing in a room full of shards of glass and it vaguely reminds me of some other chapter of my life…only worse because this time it matters on such a different level.

    Maybe someday I’ll talk about it, blog about it.  Maybe not.  Hopefully I won’t have to.  I don’t want to.  Right now I somehow had to because it all just hurts and hurts and when I think I can be hurt no more, I am hurt tenfold again.

    Do you think Thelma and Louise somehow landed on a safety net after their car went over?
     


  4. HOME sweeet HOME

    May 12, 2010 by shishnit

    In early 2008 we began to seriously think about buying a house. The home we were living in was extremely overpriced and over-valued. I imagine a lot of people felt that same way about a lot of houses at the time. I wrote about our experiences with our previous landlord here who wanted to sell us the house but we could not afford the $315,000 that he was wanting at the time and tried to purchase his son’s home…which was also extremely overpriced (and is also still not sold today).

    I blogged again about my viewpoint on our home purchase a few months later and my viewpoitns 9 months after purchasing it here. I was still feeling relatively good about our choices.

    Then one day I googled my old leased house (the one that I really really loved and wanted to buy for the entire year I lived in it) here. The picture dissapeared from that blog post so here it is again.

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    That house really urked me because I loved it. It was perfect in a lot of ways. Today out of curiosity I looked up that house again…just to see what time has done since last September. I know everytime we’ve driven by it (and we have to make an effort to do so) it has had a for sale sign out front. Today I found out that the house was foreclosed on. I felt like Karma had finally had her say. That’s what you get landlord guy….that’s what you get for raising our rent on us when we were attempting to purchase your son’s house. (a house still not sold either!)

    And then I found it….the for sale ad. 116,900!!

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    It’s now selling for less than we paid for our house. L They wanted 315k when we lived in it two years ago. Oh if only I had waited 2 entire fucking years…..lol as if. Someone got fucked on that house and it wasn’t us. Thank you Jesus. But I still wanted to barf right in that open toilet right there…the same one I peed in for an entire year of my life right before going to bed at night.

    But then oddly….I started to think about our house. The one we did buy. The one that we’ve had to fix several things in. The one that needs new air conditioning duct work as I type. The one that has had termites!! The one that needs a trench dug out around the addition. The one that’s driving me nuts right now. And I’m still happy because I’ve had some fantastic moments in that house with the big huge library. The one that isn’t a real estate transaction or a memory captured by google maps but the one that is our  HOME sweet HOME.

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  5. D.U. I told you this would happen!

    April 28, 2010 by shishnit

    This is what happens when you drive after visiting the bar.  There’s no nicer way to say it.  Rick ran into two parked cars (parked along the street) and caused lots of damage to both of those cars.  Both belonging to one guy…one being his personal car and the other being his personal cab for his own business. 

    He should have gotten a DUI…but didn’t because the police were too busy processing 2 other drunk drivers and apparently don’t have the resources to process more than 2 in the county at one time. 

    I have mixed feelings but I don’t want to forget this stupidity.  And that is exactly what it is.  I also think if you drive drunk you should be in jail.  I have said this to Rick.  Yes…this is trouble in paradise.  Yes I am angry and bewildered.  And since I blog the truth..the truth is…I’m pretty numb.  I’m also grateful no one got hurt.

     

    His truck before: Truck Before

    His truck after: Photobucket

    Since we live on the island of poordom, no telling when Rick will have a driveable vehicle again. (He does have insurance, but not on his own vehicle.)

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