On being home…

I have been silent. 
I have been busy. 
I have been consumed and distracted, and here is a big chunk of the reason why: 
About eight weeks ago my husband got a phone call that rocked life as we knew it. It was all in reference to a job relocation that seemed beyond amazing. Significant pay increase, dream come true health benefits, theoretically ideal location- we were electric at the idea. 
Of course, the timing really stunk. Being in the midst of this crazy adoption, for one. Having just renewed our lease, for another year. A new school program that seemed awesome. My sister’s health; blah blah blah… All of the timing inconveniences aside- it seemed tempting. 
I mean, check out just a few of these things on the pro-list: 
– barely any drive from my BFF. 
– a few hours from Manhattan. 
– Coastal living. 
– Trader joe’s. (I know, I’m a broken record.)
But little red flags popped up early on, with the transfer. 
And then, a couple of weeks ago, my brave husband flew out to DC to check it out and “negotiate.” 
Suffice it to say, we aren’t moving east any time soon. Honestly, we are pretty ok with that. We have great friends, an amazing church, a home our family has grown up in, and a lot of other key things. We dreamed about the green, green grasses of the east coast for about 7 weeks of a split second before we realized this just wasn’t for us. The position won’t be ready for another 6 months, but even then it’s not for us. Truthfully, we kinda pitty the poor chap who gets suckered into it… 
Goodbye pay increase… 
Goodbye ocean sunrises… 
Goodbye Friday night football games and Saturday morning pedi’s with my BFF… 
Goodbye amazing insurance… 
Goodbye crazy, disrespectful boss… 
Hello again, HOME. Sorry we lost sight of how truly blessed we are, we’ll try to not let it happen again… 
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Smile, though your heart is breaking…

First off, i have to say that I do not have the copyright to that image. I have no idea why it’s saying I do, except that my laptop is having some “special” issues… 
Moving on… 
There is nothing more sad than having a sad husband. As heart breaking as a broken kid, or child tears can be, having a really sad and defeated husband is the worst. My husband is sad. It’s been that way for awhile now, but he went and got his hopes up about something and now it’s much worse. Part of the responsibility falls on his failure of a family- and I say failure though it is really just a lazy lack of effort and complete and utter selfishness on their part… Part of it is just life, timings, etc. 
I have no idea what to say, or how to be there for him. Well, that last part isn’t true. I am there for him… BUT I just feel like there needs to be more. There are people (it’s a bit of a growing list) that I want to chew out- on his behalf- for lying to him, using him, walking all over him, etc… But I bite my tongue. 
The downside is that now i am a bit sad to. 
Sending him out the door this morning cracked my heart a little bit… 
Love endures all things… This is only temporary… This too shall pass… 
Things I feel like I am reaffirming and trying to convince myself of- more and more as the days pass. 
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You take the good, you take the bad…

People have REAL problems… I get it. I logged on facebook last night and saw hundreds of them, just from my click of a mouse… But still, I feel as though I am drowning. 
I don’t know why… 
We are at a good place in the process with Genny, or at least it finally feels that way. 
After a major emotional break through with her on Thursday, Gen seems to be in a good place right now. Things are going well for Chw, L’s deployment is being cut short, Amanda will be home next week,  things are going well for everyone and after the five years we’ve had- things going well is an awesome accomplishment… 
But still… 
Maybe it’s that i’m tired. I’m tired of watching my poor kidlet struggle and ache because she just wants this ordeal to be done. Maybe it’s because I have gotten to where I struggle and ache too. It’s been a long journey, but these past six months have been excruciatingly long and hard. I feel like we’ve all aged a bit. 
I feel like I just want someone to pull me into a hug and say “see that finish line? You are almost there…” But instead I press on, and I barely make it through these ridiculously hot days. 
Sorry I have been quiet. Hospitalized for a migraine, over night. 
Good news: no brain tumors or aneurysms! 
Bad news: too much stress! 
More stretching, more yoga. More water, less vodka. Just kidding… No vodka. That’s the awesome thing about being married to a man (who doesn’t really drink) that grew up in a severely alchoholic home- life drives me NOT to drink. I become the celebratory partaker. 
Good news: odds of being an alcoholic get significantly smaller. 
Bad news: I could probably use a drink. 
In all of my self absorbed hellish head pain and new found addiction to stress (go figure), I thought I would update you on a few things I am really loving these days… you know, in an effort to be all grateful, positive and stuff… 
– phone calls from Afghanistan ROCK MY WORLD! 
– whenever they chat, Lucas and Chw plan wood projects. Warms my heart every time. 
– Teavana. Have you ever been to a shop? It’s like the golden coral of awesome tea, and really happy/smiling tea pushers. Yum! 
Newest wishlist item: this :) 
Newest total long shot wishlist item: this  *sigh*… Chw laughs every time… 
– Drop Dead Diva. I am not kidding. i am not a huge tv watcher, but I caught wind of this show and it’s so good! Chw, (the man who loves a smart chick flick) is equally obsessed. We stayed up evenings, after G went to bed, watching the seasons to catch up with the current season. SO good. so funny. We know NO ONE else who watches this show, yet this show is really popular… One thing I love is that the main character (Jane) is so much like my dear friend Angie! 
– summer veggies. Farmer’s Markets are overflowing and I LOVE it… We had a huge pan full of steamed squash and zucchini with TJ’s 21 spice last night and it was juicy HEAVEN… yum. Tonight, Asparagus. Tomorrow night, fresh green beans… I can’t stand all of the deliciousness. 
– The Kuerig Sweet tea K cups. S-E-R-I-O-U-S-L-Y… I could LIVE on Tea and veggies right now. (and coconut milk base smoothies… and greek yogurt… and frozen yogurt.) 
One thing I am not loving, is trips to the mall. I am not kidding. I hate the mall. If I go once a year, it’s too much. Gen, being 13 and a girl, LOVES the mall… So Chw, or Lucas (when he’s home) or Amanda will take her and I am tremendously grateful. First, a few weeks ago, my phone case broke and I ordered a new (knock off) from the internet for super cheap. Super cheap knock off turned out to POC case and I had to go to the mall to buy a new one from Apple, for full price. Boo. (but cheaper than replacing the phone.) Then, our ipad starts crashing. It’s a gen 1, so we just figured that might be the way it will be. We took it in (separate trip) and they did a test, gave us instructions and told us to come back. (did you just tell me to make a THIRD mall trip???? yay!) We went back on Sunday and they swapped it out for a brand new Gen 1 ipad (To which Chw said “wait, they still make those?” LOL. Because it’s a whole 2 years old…) which now, ALSO crashes all of the time. Personally I believe it’s a secret ploy to get people to upgrade. Boo… 
My point, with the mall rant though, is this weekend G and I are going to have some girl time and I asked her what she wants to do. Guess what she said?!?!?!? 
Ugh… 
Time to go do some more deep breaths, drink some tea and do a little stretching… De-stressing at it’s finest. :)
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Fifty Shades of Truth…

Oh man… 
This right here is a controversial can of worms on so many levels… 
Hopefully, if you have come across this blog post you will be able to read/hear my actual words and hold off on judgement. If not, than I hope you will be able to at least hold your tongue. 
Because, despite what some groups of people/bloggers are declaring across the internet- there are some truths about the Fifty Shades of Grey series that many uninformed are turning the other cheek to. 
Before I continue, I need to state that yes, i AM A CHRISTIAN. I am not ashamed of this. More than anything in the world, I freaking LOVE Jesus. 
And I read all three of these books. 
And no, I am not ashamed. 
So, whether you agree with my insight or not, I needed to spotlight that I am coming at this from the perspective of a 36 year old, happily married mom, and a Christian. 
We good? Ok… 
Whenever anyone learns I read these books, the first whispered quearion I get is “are they really that good?” Well, to that I say: Define good
These books are not the best written books on the market, but they really don’t need to be. 
The second thing I say is: They are not porn. 
There is a popular “gift book” series called Porn for Women. These cute little photo books feature attractive, shirtless men doing household chores. Their intent is funny… Funny because, though it is not often the case, a great deal of women are not visually stimulated by the idea of porn, like men are. The idea is that while a man may be attractive, it is him doing the dishes that is the actual turn on. They say a woman only need stand there and a man can have sex with her in his mind. There is a difference… 
While the 50 shades series does have some graphically depicted sex, I do not believe this is why they are so popular. I believe they are popular because they rip down a barrier and talk about things that women have been taught not to worry about. 
Don’t take my word for it though, do a little research. 
Since the E.L. James series began to spike in popularity, marriage counselors across the country have indicated a rise in couples wanting to spice up and save their marriages. Many of those counselors have publicly noted the positive impact that the books are having, primarily with women, and their response/change of heart regarding sex. 
This is huge. 
Speaking from a Christian standpoint recently, it has only been within the last 10 (or so) years that Christian authors have begun really pointing out that husband’s need sex and wives need to be better about meeting that need. I just read a book entitled Sacred Influence, which is a Christian perspective book, for wives, and in it- the author encourages women to be willing to get creative sexually with her husband. In an oppressed mindset though, what does that even mean? It’s a generalization like “dress more stylish.” Without an idea of what that could mean- it’s a fairly overwhelming idea. There is so much more to say about a lot of this, but my point is, non-fiction religious marriage books have been saying and saying this, but suddenly a bunch of house wives secretly read these poorly written twilight fan-fiction books and suddenly they wake up and are willing to listen because all of a sudden they “get it”. Like some form of a parable. 
Also, the desire to have sex WITH THEIR HUSBANDS (which is the opposite affect the standard romance novel has, as they lead women to find further disappointment in their husbands) has skyrocketed. 
How exactly is this is a bad thing? 
Back to the research… 
When the movie The Notebook was released, the conventional marriage saw quite the opposite effect. While, at the surface, it seems you have a beautiful love story about an elderly couple and their devoted life to one another- instead what you had was a movie inspiring unfullfilled women all over the country suddenly questioning where their first love was, and thanks to (then) myspace, (and now facebook) it was all too easy to rekindle that connection. Affairs were happening and women were abandoning their marriages in search of their own Noahs. 
How exactly was this a good thing? 
AND YET… A good deal of women will happily admit to loving the Notebook while also exclaiming, with disgust, that they would never read Fifty Shades of Grey
I think, all too often, someone (with good intentions) gets word of something trending (in this instance a piece of incredibly popular erotic fiction) and they try to use their voice to spare others before something awful happens. What ensues though, is often ignorant judgement. Why ignorant? Because your opinion on the subject is based on here say, and fear… 
So here’s how it is for me: 
– I DO NOT read erotic fiction. 
– I was sexually abused. 
– as a result, I tend to not really feel comfortable with sexual content in ANY platform of entertainment. 
– I do not read romance books either. I find them shallow and unrealistic. (to point out, the statistics of romance novel readers are more often unhappy housewives who purposefully keep a barrier between themselves and the disappointment husbands.)
– I love the Twilight books. 
– a girlfriend told me about the fan fiction site where EL James began, years ago. I read bits of it, but wasn’t impressed. 
– a different girlfriend told me, this spring, about the Grey books. She encouraged me to read the first one. I was beyond skeptical. 
– I read the series in one week. 
Why? 
– I found the main male character fascinating. Having been sexually abused, (and going on to work with and parent kids with similar backgrounds) I found the nature behind his own childhood sexual abuse to be fascinating, as well as how it affected him clear into adulthood. 
– Sex is very seldom healthily talked about. In marriages. With children. This also pertains to sexual abuse, sadly. 
– I believe the result of such hushed topics is shame in the survivors, further patterns of abuse (self seeking and in cyclic generational abuse) and the continued focus of an oversexed society where girls continue to grow up feeling less worthy and boys continue to grow up respecting women less. 
– As the story progressed I realized that so much of the “sex” in the book could be metaphorical for any type of self preservation we build around ourselves to keep from being vulnerable. 
– I saw, in the character, a significant attachment disorder. Again, being something I deal with on a regular basis- this fascinated me. 
– beyond the poor writing, there was a story here that more than touched me- it healed me. 
– when it is all said and done, the story is that of a marriage. It is about a man and woman who, beyond all circumstance, learn to love and trust each other unconditionally- even when it costs them personally. It is about putting the needs of your spouse above your own always, and it addresses these issues in raw ways and making the core of their relationship one about commitment over “feeling”… 
How? 
– I was sexually abused. Following the years of this, I was sent to live in a fairly oppressive environment. Sex was bad. 
– When, at 17, I had sex- I just knew it was wrong. 
– even after i was married, and for years to follow, there were significant struggles with shame, remorse and guilt that would cycle through my mind and heart when it came to sex. It was an ugly, ugly pattern. 
– In a very in your face, and raw way- these books made me think about sex. 
– NO, not like that
– they made me ask myself “what is so bad about wanting to have sex with your husband? Why is that wrong?” 
– It made me realize that it wasn’t bad to enjoy sex with my husband. It forced me to confront that this was not a bad thing. That I was not bad. 
– if you haven’t been in this position, I am so happy for you. to live with such guilt and pressure is suffocating. 
– My husband and I sat down and had the rawest conversation about sex and it was amazing the misconceptions and insecurities that had dangled, unspoken, for so many years. 
Also- 
– I have several friends who have read it. I have two friends (nameless unless they say otherwise) who believe their marriages were saved because of the realities the books helped them face re: their own thought errors.
Here’s the thing… If you don’t feel comfortable reading the books- don’t read them. If you aren’t interested- don’t read them.  If you feel convicted re: their content- don’t read them. They are crass, some people have issues with that… They just aren’t books for anyone. 
But please stop judging the women who do read them because someone told you they are mommy-porn. If you read them and decide you feel they ARE Mommy porn, then by all means verbalize your opinion. But don’t spread ignorance because “Someone said…”  I don’t regret reading them and this IS something I have prayed about and I feel pretty clear. This isn’t a justification or an excuse. Others will have different stories, and that’s ok. This is mine… Reading these books metaphorically helped me see things that years of therapy and marriage had never helped me see and I am better for that. 
No person on this planet has a right to judge that. 
So there you go… 
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Too soon…

I know that blogs all over the web are either trying to talk about what happened in Aurora last week, or distract from talking about it… My blogging tactic, as you noticed, was to not blog at all. My heart has been so broken over what happened… I am one who does not watch the news, but has had it on several times (not to include the news reading I’ve done online) to learn more about the victims, and even their accused killer. 
Along with the majority of American’s, we had plans to see the latest Batman installment, over the weekend. It has always been an irrational fear of mine, that something like this would happen. Once we were made aware of the tragedy, however, we decided to wait a bit. {Personally, since the film was technically only in the midnight showing, I feel the studio should have pulled it- out of respect, for a few weeks. They wouldn’t have lost any money and the gesture would have been huge- but I digress…}When something you are afraid of, but tell yourself would never happen- happens, you kind of also feel like not doing that for awhile…  Initially I knew that I would sit through the entire first half hour wondering what it had been like, and how far into the movie the audience had gotten… Unintentionally I would have grown more and more consumed with the emotion of it all and i didn’t want to put myself through that. Also, there was the fact that I just felt it was incredibly disrespectful to rush to the movies so soon… 
PLEASE UNDERSTAND that I am not insulting those who did. Pretty much every one we know went and saw it this weekend and that’s fine… but this was why we did not. 
We had been invited, before the tragedy, to go with some friends to a screening of an unreleased film, last night. About an hour before we left, Genny told me she was really scared to go to the movies. I explained to her that right now is likely the safest time, because security will be amped up… This reassured her, but throughout dinner my own anxiety grew. 
Just before we went into the foyer of the theater, we saw a man dressed up like a Klingon, with a video camera. He had everything, from head to toe, in complete costume. Instantly both CHW and I were alarmed. Genny’s expression was complete terror. 
Let me point out, he was NOT staff… He was completely alone. 
While he was outside the theater, it still seamed incredibly unbalanced that A) no one had alerted any type of authority considering the NO COSTUME rules happening right now. B) this person had the audacity to do something so stupid, so soon. 
Pushing it towards the back of our mind, we met our friends and went inside. 
I was struck by how normal everything was. Same 15 year old ticket taker, same incessantly long concession lines. As we approached theater 10 though, I was almost relieved to see a badged man stationed outside the door. (I say almost because he was around 70 years old) 
As we climbed the steps towards our seats, all I could think of were the dozens of midnight showings I’ve been to and the excited buzz that grows. As children happily chattered, as we passed, I thought about how fun that highly anticipated night must have been in that Aurora theater. 
It’s awful, I know. 
And honestly, I tried, and tried and tried to not dwell. 
Just before our film started, we were told that because this was a pre-release screening, the security guard was there to make sure no one recorded the movie while we watched it. As promised, he moved about the theater, and up and down the stadium steps, throughout the entire film. 
It was incredibly distracting to suddenly see a dark figure come bounding (as best a 70 year old man can) towards your row. 
Also alarming was every one of the 12 times that a theater staff member decided to enter our movie through one of the emergency exit exterior doors. Suddenly the door would noisily fling open and a Regal employee would emerge. 
I realize this post is a little choppy… Maybe I’m simply trying to process. 
I LOVE going to the movies… 
I always have. 
I am all for getting back on the horse, and not succumbing to fear… 
But the entire evening, from the klingon to the “security”, to the careless staff really struck me as wrong. 
It’s been less than a week. People are still fighting for their lives. Teenage kids still can’t sleep. Time likely still feels frozen for so many… And in a setting all to eerily similar, it’s just another day. Weird creepy loner, in a costume, documenting whatever weirdness he was recording- totally acceptable and not at all concerning while a security guard is in place ONLY to make sure only that no one illegal pirates a film. 
BIZARRE…
On top of that, the complete lack of tact or sensitivity to the use of the emergency exit doors. Every stream of light, or the loud sound of that bar sent ripples of jumping patrons. 
It seemed like everyone was on high alert- except for the people who should have been… 
On Saturday evening a commentator on CNN remarked something like “The numbers are just starting to come in and it looks like the events in Aurora haven’t put a damper on the DNR’s box office earnings. If we have learned anything it’s that once again Americans show that we rise above tragedy and fear.” 
Is that really what that shows? Or does it further paint our nation like one of shallow, selfish people who look away from tragedy towards entertainment… Should everyone have sat home depressed? NO… I don’t even care that people went to the movies… I care that it seems like the idea that the tragedy could have “put a damper” on their opening weekend earnings was something that anyone cared about. “a damper”???? like it’s just some bummer? It isn’t THAT people went to the movies that reflects poorly on us- it’s that anyone thought that was important to point out in such a ridiculous manner that makes us look shallow and insensitive. 
And these are the same people who ignore the Klingons (metaphorically), but make sure no one takes a crappy video of a movie with their phone. 
Our priorities are off… 
We are just piddly little Boise Idaho. On a random Monday night, there were still (easily) a thousand plus people at the theater last night. At ten dollars a ticket, that’s $10,000. While a good chunk of part of that goes to the studio for new release films- nearly 80% of the thousands made from concessions, goes into the pockets of the theater. 
The point being, there is money to hire someone to knock some sense (or the fear of God) into the Klingon while also insuring the staff of 9th graders (who in no way reassure anyone there is no threat to their safety) behave with some tact and awareness to the sensitivity of others. 
Once again though… it all comes down to the dollar sign and in this instance, no one is really hurt, so it’s of little concern to the ones making the money. 
If you saw the movie- good for you for being a much stronger and more mature person than I am. I have a couple of friends who walked out due to their emotional inability to enjoy it. That’s the main reason I didn’t go. It’s not that I feel it’s wrong to watch- in fact my husband is going tonight- it’s just that I know I am an emotional dweeb and couldn’t handle it like a grown up. 
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