Category: Misc.


Celebration to Remember

I made a decision to celebrate my thirtieth birthday in style. I very rarely make note of my birthday, but I was excited to turn thirty. I can’t really tell you why. It just seems like an achievement of sorts. On a whim, I mentioned to my husband that we should go to Vegas. Two days later, he agrees and I started finding rates. The two of us had never been to Vegas. In fact the farthest west I had been was Indianapolis. I had been sucked into a show on the Travel channel years ago about the fountains at the Bellagio and the hand blown glass flowers that fill the lobby. That was all it took for me to want to venture to Las Vegas.

I found a great package on www.tripres.com which included round trip airfare, three nights at the Bellagio and a $100 resort credit. I booked it two days later. It was the fasted decision we had ever made. I compared rates through a lot of sites, but none compared to my package deal through tripres.com.

We left for Nevada from Cleveland on April 1st (no joke) and it was the longest flight we had been on to date. We were entertained with a showing of “The Blind Side” which I was excited about, because it still hadn’t arrived via my Netflix queue, and a DELICIOUS chicken sandwich. OH my goodness, this hot juicy chicken sandwich could rival any school lunch chicken patty. It was absolutely fantastic.
When we arrived in Vegas we took a shuttle to our hotel. We were with a small group of people but they seemed to come from everywhere: Germany, Australia, Idaho, Toronto, and of course we came from Ohio. So strange to think that Las Vegas attracts people from far and near.

When we got to the hotel, we were blown away. The bed was calling us-so we napped a bit. Then we ventured down the strip. Our first night we took in Caesar’s Palace, Mirage, Treasure Island, the Sirens of T.I., the Volcano show, the fountains at the Bellagio. I must say. Vegas as a city didn’t really appeal to me until all the neon came to life. VEGAS is much better at night. I got some great photos. We were exhausted. Went to bed early.

Our second day we went down the other end of the strip. Hitting the Luxor, Mandalay Bay, New York, New York, MGM, Paris, Excalibur,and so much more. My gosh-you will never run out of things to do while in Vegas.

That night we went to “O” a Cirque Du Soleil show centered around a huge pool of water within the Bellagio. It was amazing and expensive. It was my birthday gift from my husband. The acrobats were brilliant. They come to life right in front of you-and on top of you.

On Saturday night we went over to the Rio to see Penn & Teller. Their show explains the magic you see from most other magicians while still racking your brain to their tricks. We ran into almost every crowd volunteer and they have no idea who the tricks they were a part of were completed. Not even the iPhone video from within the fish gives light to their own secrets. You have to check it out. Teller and Penn stay after the show and talk, sign, and take pictures with EVERY last fan. I told Teller how I had heard about their crowd commitment all the way back in Ohio, and he said that it is great to get to meet the people who keep them going. Its more meaningful for him to hear from the crowd.

Overall, the trip was great. The Bellagio offered another night at a lower rate to us, and I was sure tempted, but our return flight had already been scheduled. So sad, but now we know what we are in for next time. Can’t wait to go back.

Have you every been to Vegas? What was your favorite part? What could you have done without? Me-I could have done without the trip up the Eiffel Tower. It did nothing but make me mad that people would not move for others.

Leap

It has been years since Ambrosia has spoke about Tera to Sophia. It appears Sophia really is a true friend. She has kept the secret too. Ambrosia’s mother was wrong to say that Sophia could not be trusted. Sophia may appear wild to parents and schoolmasters, but she knew what was important to Ambrosia and kept the secret safe.

It was one of the rare journeys that took Ambrosia, her mother, and Tera to another village to show their horses. It must have been an important show because Ambrosia’s mother and Tera have been stressed out and arguing all day. Now that Ambrosia was older, she was free to roam the show. She would wander around and check out all the different horses until finally deciding that it was never as exciting as she’d hoped it would be and she heads back to her mother. Through the crowds of people she spots them; Tera and her mother with one of their horses-yelling and getting red in the face. Quickly, Ambrosia tries to figure out if she had done anything wrong. After concluding she had not, she continued on. As she reached her mother she overheard talk of Tera leaving and moving out. Confused she stepped back-had she heard this correctly? Tera was finally out of the house? It felt as if a ray of sunshine would burst out of her-she finally had a victory. She doesn’t know why or what they were fighting about-but Tera and his games were finally over. It was her time to come out of her shell. No more living in the shadows waiting to be found. No more mornings full of pain. No more Tera. From now on, it would be just Ambrosia and her mother.

After three years had passed, life would prove to be difficult for the two of them. Ambrosia’s mother now worked three jobs to support Ambrosia and their horses. They had to move to a smaller house, one in a nearby village. Ambrosia saw even less of her mother. She found ways to get by though-new friends, a job, and now she found that boys could keep her busy.

Ambrosia’s mother caught on to one of her crushes-Dustin. Dustin worked at a local merchant. Ambrosia’s mother would make random stops to the market to instigate a conversation between Ambrosia and Dustin. She fueled their interactions. Dustin was very polite and eventually the two started talking regularly. Although Ambrosia liked Dustin, she was cautious to let him get to know her. What if he found out about her secret? Would he make fun of her? Or worse, what if he asked questions? Dustin eventually asked Ambrosia out on a date for Thursday. They were to go to a show and then he would take her home. Ambrosia was so excited she told Sophia. Being the friend she was, Sophia wanted to get to know Dustin, and see how cute he was. Tickled at the thought that she may soon have a boyfriend that none of her friends new-Ambrosia let Sophia meet him. A few days later, Thursday to be exact, Dustin cancelled the date. Devastated, Ambrosia went to Sophia. Sophia explained that Dustin had told her that he felt Ambrosia was too shy. So, her loss of trust in others has destroyed a potential relationship. So much for stepping out of her shell. She thought she had been doing so well. Dustin seemed to like her, but proved that to be a lie. This gave Ambrosia more reason to guard herself from others. It also frustrated her the more she thought about it. Holding onto these secrets from the past can’t be helping. She decided she would tell her mother about her events with Tera. Throughout the years, as Ambrosia improved in school, she had learned that what happened between she and Tera was more Tera’s fault than her own. She was young and naive to his manipulations and abuse. Surely her mother would not get angry at her.

That evening when her mother came home, Ambrosia awkwardly had a conversation with her. She said to her mother “I want to tell you something.” Her mother stopped and listened. This was a good start. Ambrosia explained that Tera had abused her when he lived with them. Almost unfazed, her mother asked what she wanted her to do. Ambrosia said “Nothing, it’s over. I just thought you should know.” Feeling a little better about telling her secret, Ambrosia went about her way. That seemed easy enough. The days passed and it was if Ambrosia had never said anything at all. Everything was normal. Too normal. Ambrosia began to wonder if that callous response from her mother was the right response. Or the response she had been looking for. Her mother didn’t seem to question it or be stunned at all. It could have been worse, her mother could have been angry. “Oh well” she thought, at least she can try to move on. Leap forward into the life she’d been missing out on. Shedding the secrets of her past.

My Happiness

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My life isn’t all stress and depression. About six years ago I met the man of my dreams. I mean I stumbled over my words, blushed every time I saw him, and could hardly look him in the eyes. I never would have thought that I would eventually get to marry this man.

I pursued him, and we ended up being the best of friends. That whole cheesy Jerry Maguire line “You complete me”, that’s us. He makes my life worth living. Just thinking of him makes me smile. I love when he’s around. He is a true gentleman. Loves to open doors for me-the whole nine yards.

My favorite story is the way he proposed to me. I had a horrible day at work on August 1st of 2008. I actually got into a verbal argument with a customer, who I will not name, but will never forget. And on August 2nd I came home to my boyfriend sitting awkwardly in the middle of the couch. He told me that he had something for me in the bedroom and had to close the door, because the cats kept bothering it. I immediately thought “Awe, he got me flowers”. As I walked into my room there were rose petals that he had shaped into a heart and a blue velvet box at the top of the heart. I turned around to go grab my camera. I had never seen anything so sweet. As I did he said to open the box. I was still oblivious to the upcoming proposal. Then we walked around the bed and I opened the box. Inside there was a glass slipper. On the slipper he had “I am but a prince, but I’d feel like a king if you’d be my wife” etched into it. I had only been done reading to the king point when he said “Hun,” and I turned to him. He was on his knee and asked me to be his wife. I think I cried for about 5 mins before I even remembered to say yes. It was beautiful.

A year of wonderful stressful planning later and I had the best day of my life. My wedding. We were married on August 7, 2009 and I couldn’t have planned a better day. Everything went according to plan. He even surprised me with a show stopping serenade of “your everything” by Keith Urban. I cried and everyone gave him a standing ovation. It was amazing. Truly a day I will never forget.

Till next time….BE GOOD. BE TRUE. BE REAL. ❤

Continuum

Ambrosia grew up quick. Not big and strong, but emotionally mature. She learned to defend herself and learn about others from a distance. She couldn’t just trust people anymore. Not after years of Tera’s mind games. It always seemed like there was a trap-and Ambrosia was always falling into it. He would take what she wanted most and use it against her. When she got wise to that, he would get angry, and that would make her fall in line again. You are supposed to respect adults.

Ambrosia started her own secret life-one she could control. One where she could gather some answers. If her mother wanted her to spend time with Tera-she would certainly do that. On her own terms. When she was in control she’d get answers. When a young girl wants answers, she’ll find a way to get them.

Each night Ambrosia would ask her mother to sleep with her-and each morning she would have to ask why she never came to bed. Her mother would always tell her there just wasn’t enough room with Ambrosia and Tera already in bed. Ambrosia began to wonder if it was Tera’s plan to beat her mother to bed. She decided to keep trying her experiment for a bit. On several occasions, Ambrosia would wake to the shaking or force of the bed moving. Sometimes she would fidget and Tera would retreat, but other times Ambrosia still entered into her day full of pain. After two or three years, Ambrosia became a very deep sleeper. Almost as if a part of her didn’t want to be aware of the reality she lived.

One day at school Ambrosia’s schoolmaster brought some soldiers in to speak to the children. While they were there they talked of how children have boundaries just like adults and how adults need to respect these boundaries. Ambrosia, although young, found it strange that soldiers were talking about such things. As she listened to them they said things like “no one should ever touch you in a way that makes you uncomfortable” and “if someone, even your parents, doesn’t respect your boundaries you need to tell someone and get help”. Ambrosia perked up. They couldn’t be talking to her specifically, could they? That would mean that her secret had been found out. It all made sense, why else did her teacher have the soldiers come and talk about this. Perhaps Ambrosia should say something. Speak up now. They were there to help anyway. What if that would get Tera into trouble? Or her mom? What if Ambrosia is to blame for this? After all-she liked the games. They made her laugh. Again she decided to keep it to herself.

On the way home from school, Ambrosia’s best friend, Sophia talked about the soldiers and their discussion. She asked Ambrosia if she thought any one’s parents were doing bad things. Ambrosia said “NO, why? Do you?” Sophia didn’t know about Tera and the things he would do to Ambrosia. She never told Sophia. Sophia mentioned that maybe Heidi’s dad did that stuff because Sophia thought he was gross. Ambrosia didn’t think so. Sophia kept talking about it. Then she asked if Tera ever did anything to Ambrosia. Ambrosia got embarrassed and angry. How was everyone figuring this out? She must look different from everyone? It seemed like the whole world knew what was happening to her. She thought about telling Sophia-but instead acted like she never heard the question.

Later that evening while playing at Sophia’s house-Ambrosia broke her silence. She pleaded with Sophia to not say anything. It had to remain their secret. IF she ever told, Ambrosia would never be friends with Sophia again.

The 3 Wonders

I was in church one Sunday listening to the sermon entitled “Wonders of Heaven”. It was centered around the idea that there are 3 wonders to Heaven. One-You wonder if so and so is there, Two-You wonder how they got there, and Three-You wonder how you got there. This got me to thinking.

When I die, if I am fortunate enough to get to Heaven, how would I react if my molester made it too? Would I be angry? Would I be banished from Heaven for crossing God’s judgement? Would I be given an opportunity to see his side of it?

I got to thinking this would be an excellent topic to write about. Sort of inspired my blog. I thought it would be awesome if I had an opportunity to converse with God and learn about the other side of my abusers life. What if I only know the monstrous things that he has done? What if he had done a million amazing things for other people? Would this sway my decision, encourage me to forgive? I think it’s a great concept to think that everyone has the good side, but can I believe it enough to ever forgive him for what he did to me for years? DO I want to? Why should I want to?
I talked to one of my friends who posed the question “Why does this person have to be in my Heaven?” I never thought of that. It’s a great thought, but I have always been taught that no sin is worse than another and God forgives everyone. So why wouldn’t he make it to Heaven? I guess it would mean that he has to acknowledge that what he did was wrong and that he is truly sorry for it, both of which I don’t believe will happen.

I became more vocal about my past and it seemed to help me, but I could tell it wasn’t enough, I started thinking more and more about the past. I think I would really like to come to terms with how I feel about the past/present/future and how this has shaped me. I am ready to share my story with more people. IF blogging will get out to more people then I’ll start there. If it helps me analyze myself, then that’s one more person who doesn’t have to suffer anymore.

Give me your thoughts and feedback…
till next time….BE GOOD. BE TRUE. BE REAL.

Melancholy

Okay, so if you even bothered to look at the about me section, you noticed that I said I was recently medicated. Who actually admits this? I do. I was stressed out beyond belief. I couldn’t say four words about how I was feeling without breaking down into tears. I was at one of my routine doctor’s appointments to treat my vicious migraines and they kept asking me what else was going on. I couldn’t even talk at this point. It was November and it may have been the combination of the approaching holidays, the long hours at work, or the weather. Any of these and then some that got me to this point-but my doctors left the office only to return with a psych test. I was furious. They played it off as if it were a routine activity for all patients. They asked me to fill out both sides of the questionnaire and they’d be back in fifteen minutes to check on me.

As I read the questions, I found myself getting amused by the questions. It almost seemed that no matter how you answered, they were going to tell you that you are depressed and we are going to have to start medication. I continued my task and, well got prescribed an antidepressant. Wonderful. I mean, who doesn’t want to tell their new husband “Honey, I know you thought I was crazy before, but the doctors seemed to have confirmed it”. I couldn’t deny that I needed the help though. I was definitely not in control of my feelings or emotions. I could tell you I was angry or sad or even happy, but all would bring me to tears. So I welcomed a new medication.

I filled my prescription and laughed when I paid for it. For a full month of antidepressant my total cost was $2.44 with insurance. That is about a four of my contraceptives. I started thinking that this is a bit strange. I mean, how come this type of medication is so affordable? I had to look into it.

I started telling the people around me “I was put on antidepressants” to see how they would react. I expected a few different reactions, but I got the same one every time. “OH, really? What one?” It was a huge topic starter. People had been on multiple types. I would hear things like “this worked best for me”, “this one didn’t” , or “you’ll like that one”. I mean why have we become so accepting of this. When I walked out of the doctor’s office that day I was embarrassed about my situation.

I took it a step further and did a GOOGLE search:
 I found that 1 in 6 Americans is said to be diagnosed with depression.
 More than twice as many women are depressed than men.
 Lower levels of education tend to equal higher diagnosis of depression.
 21% of people polled believe they are depressed but not diagnosed.
 1 in 10 women are taking antidepressants
 Nearly half of all Americans are on at least one prescription

The above is crazy to me. What happened to people before we had medication? Or before we determined depression was something to treat? Did they all commit suicide?
I looked into suicide rates. You would think that medicating the depressed would lower the suicide rate since the overall rate was 10.9 suicide deaths per 100,000 people, but it has actually been increasing.

What is the deal? How do we get over this? Stress is always gonna be here, how do you deal with it?

Moribund

In the land of Moribund there is a young girl. She is very timid. She never gets into trouble, yet she is very brave among the few friends she has. Her name is Ambrosia. Ambrosia is sweet and always afraid to do wrong. The thing she wants most is the love, attention, and affection from her mother. Her mother is always busy. Ambrosia knows quite well that her mother loves her-that is why she must work very long hours and some times she even works several jobs. Even when her mother comes home, she is never really there. She is preoccupied with grown-up matters-so Ambrosia is left to tend to herself.
Well…..that is almost how it is.
You see, Ambrosia’s mother has invited a man to stay with them. He’s been there as long as Ambrosia can remember. His name is Terance. Ambrosia’s mother is very devoted to this man-although Ambrosia never sees them hug or kiss, she knows her mother loves Terance. Terance is not Ambrosia’s father but she knows to respect him as if he were and that he loves her as a father should. She has never met her real father, but feels that Terance is just like the dads her friends have-but she is still told to call him “Uncle Tera.”
Tera would tend to Ambrosia when her mother could not. He was always the first to offer to take her out of the village for journeys to other villages to show off their horses. This would allow Ambrosia’s mother to work longer hours and extra days for her masters. Ambrosia loved the journeys away from home. It was like the stories her friends would tell of family vacations, except she only got to vacation to other villages, and without her mother. For years Ambrosia would be alone with Tera. He would always watch her, take care of her when she was sick-give her medicine-and slept with her every night. This would make Ambrosia very happy. She finally would get the attention she was looking for.
Over the years, as she woke each morning, Ambrosia would be in pain. Unable to figure it out herself, she decided to wait for her mother one night. Her mother came home exhausted, but Ambrosia felt it was important to talk to her mother about the pains she’s been dealing with. Her mother explained that these were probably growing pains. Young girls tend to get pain in these areas when they get older-it’s how they turn into young ladies. This made Ambrosia feel better–she was only becoming a lady. There was nothing wrong after all. Since she had her mothers attention, Ambrosia asked her mother if she could sleep with her tonight. Her mother said “Yes, if there’s room tonight.” Excited, Ambrosia pranced to her mother’s bed and was greeted by Tera as usual. He was resting as usual. So pleased to have a “family” moment-sleeping with a mother and a “father” she crawled into her usual  spot next to Tera on the bed.Tera asked if she wanted to play their game. Delighted, she accepted the invitation. These games made her laugh. He shakes the bed like an earthquake is happening. Of course Ambrosia has to hold on to him, she didn’t want to fall. So he moved her to her usual position-laying on top of him. She held on and the game began. He shakes, she laughs. He shakes and she laughs. She laughs until the game has to stop because he tells her “there’s stuff coming out-let’s clean it up.” Ambrosia lays next to him, tired now. Mother should be coming into bed soon. She prays that mother will have room tonight.
The bed beneath her begins to move slowly-as if someone is moving closer. This awakens Ambrosia. She must have fallen asleep waiting for her mother. At the same moment she realizes that Tera is the force moving closer to her. Mother is nowhere in the room. She pretends to sleep. He moves slow-her heart beats strange. Why does he move like that? He moves with a purpose. He continues on-slowly he begins to put his hands up her pajamas. Startled, she fidgets and rolls over, away from him. This seems to be enough to stop his efforts. What was he doing? Again she drifts to sleep. Another day comes and the pain is worse today. Ambrosia starts to ponder if her pains are a result of Tera. That’s probably not it. He loves her. Maybe, she thinks, she should tell her mother about last nights events. Her mother would probably think she’s lying. Just looking for attention. So at last, she decides to keep it to herself. And for a few more years—-she does….

Hmmm…

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