Monday, December 28, 2009
All in a Day's Work!
Chief: "Lisa! Hey, could you help me with something on my computer?"
Lisa: (Mortified as I'm beet red, I stink, and I'm fairly certain that my shirt is soaked with the sweat dripping off my body) I sort of give him a funny look and say, "Uh, sure, I can help... if you need me right now".
Chief: "Yeah, yeah, that would be great!"
We then head to his desk where I help him with a non-emergency IT issue. But the whole time I'm thinking, "Really, this couldn't have waited even 20 minutes so I could go shower?!" Uff da!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Love Songs
Keri Noble wrote and sings a song called "Watch Me Walk." It's on her self titled album (available at iTunes... shameless plug for a fan-freaking-tastic artist). This song brings me to tears. It's about a relationship that has ended, and she's walking away.
At first I related it to a broken marriage. I'd listen and think, "I never, ever want to feel the need or desire to walk away from my marriage." But as I listened more and more, I related it to the broken relationship between me and my parents. And as much as it sucks that they are not in my life anymore, I'm no longer being suffocated with lies, manipulation, or jealousy. I never wanted to walk away. It wasn't something I was excited to do, but in the end, it was the right thing to do.
I'm a firm believer in breaking ties from toxic relationships. I believe in a healthy mental and emotional life. Abuse sucks, whether it's physical or emotional. And if someone close to me needs to walk away from a relationship that is abusive, I will support that person.
It's not easy. But as Keri sings, "I'm alright with consequences, Better than these fences, Straddling the great unknown, and playing it safe".
Monday, December 7, 2009
I don't trust you
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Lizard Brain
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Every Day
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It IS better with a boa
Monday, October 5, 2009
I'm a big kid now
I'll cut to the chase and tell you that her separation story has a happy ending. She and my brother in law are doing great back in their own home. As I like to tell people who ask how they are doing, "They are fighting like normal people do." Her story of this journey can be found on her blog (specifically during March and April).
But my story of this sock is a little different. I saw this sock, and was hit with a wave of memories. Memories full of tears, memories full of laughter. See the sock was a reminder that my sister came to me when she was in desperate need of support. She looked to her little sister to be a shoulder to cry on, a voice of reason, and comic relief. And during the time that she stayed with us I was forced to grow up quickly.
There have been other times during my life that I was forced to grow up quickly. Seeing the lone sock under the bed reminded me of some of those times:
- Like the time that I was 11 years old and my sister was in a car accident. I was brought to the funeral home to help pick out a coffin for my stillborn niece. Grew up fast there.
- Or what about the time I wrote a letter to my 8th grade English teacher about how awful my mom was to me. My teacher ignored my cry for help and I was forced to grow up and deal with my mom on my own. Grew up fast again.
- There was also a time that I finally had enough courage to state an emotional boundary to my parents and I let them know that I no longer wanted a relationship with my mom. It took courage to look at my Dad and let him know that I wanted her out of my life, but that I still wanted to build a relationship with him. I grew up so fast when his response was "It's either both of us or nothing."
The sock reminded me of a lot of things. Most of all it reminded me that I'm not the little girl I once was. Instead, I'm a woman... still growing up.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sometimes I forget
Then there are times like last night, when I see things that remind me just how brittle my emotions can be. Watching the season premier of House last night made me remember that I've been there.
I've been the one who wasn't allowed sharp scissors during arts and crafts because they were a hazard to my (and other's) health. I've been the one who slept in that hospital bed, with her little booties and standard hospital pajamas. I've been the one who hit rock bottom for no apparent reason.
Sometimes I forget. Then I remember. And sometimes remembering hurts.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Being on the fence
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
When the going gets tough...
But it's true, I have been on the down cycle of my emotions over the last month or so. What started as being in a rut, turned into me being depressed. I forgot to tap into my support system, and let everything that was bothering me grow into a mean and messy monster of emotions. My husband and I became disconnected, and I began secluding myself from having any sort of deep conversation.
I avoided opening up at all costs, and learned to put on a show of functionality. This show didn't last long because I am not someone who deals well with things on my own. It's easier for me to figure things out if I lean on others, and talk things through. Eventually I was confronted by some caring friends, and I had to answer the question, "Are you alright?"
I wasn't alright. I wasn't even fine. I was terrible, lost, lonely, and scared. I had to ask for what I needed most. And asking for emotional support is not easy for me. Looking at someone and admitting I need help takes a lot of courage. To some, it comes easy. But to me, it's painful.
"Things" are better now. Not exactly all taken care of, but better. And every day that I don't hide my feelings from those who love me is a good day. I'm back on the cyber webs, putting myself out there!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
What's your Chicken Piccata?
For a long, long time I put that picture away. I especially let go of the idea a signature meal as I wasn't confident in my cooking abilities. I was a single girl who quit college, worked as a waitress, and ate at Mickey's Diner at 3:30am most mornings. Cooking wasn't fun, or needed. And creating a signature dish wasn't necessary either.
Then I started to grow up. I started dating Brian, started to settle down, went back to college, got my first Corporate America job, and eventually got married. I was a wife. Oh shit! Where's that picture I had in my head??? I should probably review it!
I started cooking for my husband and he (along with my wonderful Sissy) convinced me that I am in fact a great cook. I started experimenting, and got creative. I found recipes that looked wonderful and tried them out.
Along the lines I found Chicken Piccata. Fried chicken in a lemon caper sauce over noodles. Uh, hello... what is not to love here? I found my signature dish. I found something that I can cook for guests or for my own family and it will please them. It's a dish that says to my husband, "I love you so much that I am making my best just for you."
Chicken Piccata is my peace offering, my welcome mat, my best first impression. It's how I wow people, and make them feel comfortable in my home. Do you have a Chicken Piccata? Do you have that signature dish?
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Turns out...
Over the last couple of weeks I have learned two new things. Turns out that I A.) am a cheerleader and B.) enjoy walking.
A. I've played softball and volleyball for about as long as I can remember. I've never been exceptional at these two sports, but I've always enjoyed playing. I always give it my best, and my all.
But it turns out that I, Lisa Elizabeth McIntyre, am a CHEERLEADER!!! I LOVE cheering people on! I love the encouragement, the positive words, and the excitement. I love giving people I love the extra verbal boost they need.
I love making signs for people when they are competing in races. I love wearing feather boas and being excited. I love cheering!
B. Holy smokes, I hate running. It's exhausting, and sweaty, and nasty. But holy smokes, I LOVE walking! It's exhaustingly refreshing! It's an accomplished sweaty-ness! And it's a nasty addiction! I've only been power walking for about a week now, but I'm in love.
I especially love walking during the day. I love getting out of my stuffy office to get some sun on my face. I love breathing in the fresh air. I love cranking up the tunes and forgetting about my cube for a while. It's awesome!
I like learning about myself. And it turns out, I'm liking myself more and more as I get to know myself better.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Honesty: the best policy
Sunday, July 5, 2009
My Security Blanket(s)
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Happy Face
My sister said that she's impressed with how well I put on my happy face. She says that people have been wrong all these years about me not having any patience. I guess in a way she's right. I am pretty good about going along with things because I know it makes people in my life happy. I don't usually go along with just anything though... usually if I'm putting up with something it's because I really truly care about the people I'm with at the time.
But sometimes putting on my happy face is draining. It can be overwhelming to be happy all the time, and to go with the flow. Sometimes I need to stick up for my own wants and desires. Sometimes this leads to crying like a big baby. And usually I feel better.
I guess the happy face is okay for a while. But reality needs to set in, and I need to be okay with my true emotions too.
Monday, June 15, 2009
My reasons for not wanting children... 6/15/09
Most days I don't want to have kids of my own. Most people look at me like I'm crazy when the subject of having kids comes up. Most people try to convince me that having kids is the most amazing thing I'll ever do in life. Most people think I'd be an "excellent mother". I have many reasons why I don't want to have kids.
Here is a list of them:
- I'm freaking independent! Some days I'm amazed that I got married! It takes a lot of compromise to be married, and seriously I like things my way! I truly don't want to make decisions that have to account for more than myself, my husband, or our dog. It's enough already that they are involved in decision making. Case in point: my coworker doesn't want to go to an all expense paid Twins game because it's too close to his wife's due date. Ugh, I'd rather not consider due dates and baby sitters when it comes to making plans.
- Kids never go away! You give birth to them and they are a part of your life FOREVER. Even the kids that can't stand you and they disown you. Case in point: Uh, hello... I know you think about us constantly! We are still a huge part of your life even though you are NOT a part of our lives!
- I like spending my disposable income. Case in point: I like spending my disposable income so much that my brother in law has commented more than once that I am excellent at supporting economies! It's true, I like to spend money. I work for it, I'm going to spend it... on myself!!!
- You can't put a baby in a cage and leave the house for 8 hours. Duh, even I know that!
- I like drinking gin and juice until the wee hours of the morning. And I like playing Rockband with the TV volume turned up to 80.
- I like my relationship with my husband just the way it is. I like that most days we are happy and blissful. But when we aren't blissful, it's down right nasty. I don't want a kid involved in that! And I also don't want to give it up. Sometimes I like to fight damn it!
I'll keep being the auntie. And I'll keep getting excited with each baby that is born into my life. And I will treasure those babies as they grow to be toddlers, kiddos, pre-teens, teenagers, young adults and hopefully adults.
Yes, a part of me does get sad that I'm not into the baby making scene. It's not that I'm sad I'm not having babies... it's that I'm sad that I don't want those things. It is what it is.
And you know what... tomorrow may be the 1 out of 10 days that I change my mind about not wanting babies and I'll want to be a mother. But for now, MOST days I don't want to have kids.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Admitting Defeat
As the super judgemental person I am, my first thought was, "How could she have admitted defeat so early?!" I mean seriously, she couldn't have been older than 20 years old and she has marked up her face with permanent ink. She would not be taken seriously by most of Corporate America, as well as most blue collar employers. Cripes, she's probably not even taken seriously by the people in her life.
And I felt badly for her. How terrible was her life that she admitted defeat and gave up on a future at such a young age? Was she really destined to be a failure? Was her past, and her upbringing so terrible that she could not triumph in life?
Then I thought about my own life, and my own failures. I thought about how often I admit defeat and how quickly I give up. Why is it that my marriage is worth fighting for (saying "I do" is definitely NOT admitting defeat)? What is it about having an active lifestyle that I have such a hard time staying on top of? Why am I so freaking hard on myself (Mother Freaking Self-hater?)?
I don't like to admit defeat. I don't have to give up on myself, or my friends and family. I am happy to wake up each morning and try, try again. Losing sucks, so I'm not going to lose to myself!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
What did you do?
So when I got back to work on Monday morning, my coworkers wanted to know what we "did". I couldn't tell them what we actually did because it wasn't work appropriate. So my answer was "We just hung out, and relaxed." This was not a sufficient answer and I was pressed for more details. I sort of laughed and said, "No really, we just relaxed. We took a weekend away, just the two of us. It was nice". The response was looks of irritation and disapointment. As if the report of my weekend was going to get them out of a case of the MUN-days.
But, just to prove that we actually did stuff in Duluth, I am providing a top ten list of things we did over the weekend. Had I not engaged my verbal filter, my coworkers would have learned that:
- We had sex... Quick "let's just do it" sex and slow "let's take our time" sex.
- We drank a lot of alcohol and ate some tasty foods.
- We had sex.
- We played cards (rummy, speed, crazy 8's) and a board game called "Let's F*ck".
- We had sex.
- We visited the zoo.
- We got kicked out of a bar (okay, just I got kicked out, but he gathered my belongings for me)
- We had sex.
- We played shuffleboard!!!
- We had sex!
Now really... would that have made those pesky coworkers happy???
Thursday, April 23, 2009
An Anniversary
That night, Gerald wore my Hawkeye boa. And he laughed, he played cards, and he danced with his wife. Gerald lived life happily and fully. He passed away on May 4th. Never recovering from the effects of his heart attack. It's almost as though we lost him twice. I'm thankful for knowing him, and for still knowing his family today.
Here's to you Gerald... "When they built you brother, they broke the mold" (Bruce Springsteen, Terry's Song)
Friday, April 17, 2009
Follower!
I think the thing that most excites me about having my first follower is that she's not A) my sister B) a complete stranger or C) a mean person. In fact, my first follower is someone who at one point in my life was my closest friend. She was my "twin". She was that person that always understood my goofy-ness, and in fact, joined in on my crazy adventures.
It's been a while since I had been in contact with her. A while, being 10+ years!!! But through technology (okay, just Facebook), we reconnected. And while I am excited to have her in my life again, I am not at all surprised that I quite enjoy it. She saw me through some pretty rough stuff as a kid. She helped me play tricks on neighbor kids that didn't deserve it. She helped me laugh myself through scary nights. And I'm happy that we have found a way to re-connect.
We'll go out on the town with boas soon enough. We'll raise glasses to memories and toast the future. Because truly, everything is better with a boa!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Quick Intro...
A very good friend once said, "Oh my God it's a boa! Pick it up! It's a boa". Her excitement still puts a smile on my face! For crying out loud... if you see a boa, pick it up! Put on a little fun!