Thursday, March 05, 2015
On Being a Friend: Facebook Friends vs Real Friends
How about I'll be me and you be you...
Ok, so I am on a day early on Facebook then what I wanted (was going to only be on FB on Fridays and today is Thursday) and how this happened is because so damn much is connected to FB that it feels as though we can't escape it. I deactivated my account this week to start having harder disciplines and yet, just so I could get to my Wedding Wire account and Spotify account I HAD to log in through FB because I couldn't get in through any other way. Thus, removing the "deactivation" for the week and logging me in.
And because I forgot to turn off the Spotfy "sharing to FB" when I was sharing other music with Twitter and Tumblr, it sent one to my profile. But I am music, music is in me and moves me, so why wouldn't I share music. Because someone told me I over share, I share too much music. Well, I decided, I will share music if I want to. If you don't want to see all those posts and nay others I share, following my life, my Facebook etc is not "mandatory" for you.
Slowly I am coming back to this. I am me. You are you. We do not have to like the same things or feel the same way about politics, religion, opinions or ideas or even music or how much I should or shouldn't post on social media.
In the epitome of realism that I like to think I am, I am getting back to this way of thinking that I can be and you can be you and we can still be friends. If we can't, then perhaps we were never meant to be friends in the first place.
Being someone's "friend" on Facebook is not really being their friend. Being a friend is sending people notes. Letting others know you care. Being there for them even if you don't want to, because there will be days they will be there for YOU, even when they don't want to, because that is just want friends do. Friends send cards, notes, emails caring about one another and loving another person for the simple fact of friendship. When they call, you answer. Not always because you WANT to hear their voice, but because out of all the many people they could have chosen to call they called you.
I found this to be true when sending note cards and emails these past few weeks. I want people to think about it and feel my love for them and know that same thing. Out of all the many people you "could have" gotten a note from, you got one from me. Because I care. Because I have your address. Because when I asked for your address, you gave it to me. Why? Because you told me, by giving me that address that YOU wanted to hear from ME. So then I feel special and like a friend because the same applies. Out of all the many people you could have given your address to, you gave it to me, because you wanted to hear from ME.
This warms my heart.
As much as , when I desire to visit someone, or stop by their home, or have coffee wit them, out of all the many people they could take time to be with, they are taking time to be with me. And how I hope they feel the same.
In our Social Media driven world we think now that sending a request, with no warning, or background with the other person, and then accepting it, qualifies as being a friend. It does not. We also use this tool incorrectly in that we meet someone in business and then suddenly decide, "Hey I need to be friends with that person" but that also is not true. Business pages are there for a reason. Use them. If you want to connect with another you met via Business, go follow their page.
I remember back in 2004 asking others, "Do you Facebook?" and wanting their info to connect with them because I felt that their person (meaning them as a REAL person) was so unique that I wanted to connect more.
This has changed. Now, in 2015, we oft times do not even know them as a person we just find out that Sally is a friend of Dave's so we then want to be friends with Sally. Why? We don't even know Sally. What if she is a crazy bitch? Or vice versa. We see Dave is a friend of Joe so we relate this to thinking "Well, if Dave has Joe as a FB friend he MUST be a cool guy" when in reality, Dave happened upon Joe's profile much in the same and in reality, know NOTHING about Joe. What if Joe is a stalker? What if he is a perv? (this happens more than most) What if Joe starts sending you inappropriate pictures and request? (talking from truth here) Or what if even is Joe were a nice guy, but if you knew him in "real life" you would find that you really don't have anything to connect with and you most likely wouldn't be friends? (this is what I am finding out)
It is not to say, that Facebook can't be good. It can. It has reconnected me with some High School pals I am happy to talk with again. However, I just realized that some of those High School people, treated me like shit and I really could care less if they are on FB or not. Why was I connected to them? Do we interact now. Not really. Do I care about what they have to say? Not really? So then I go back to the question I said before and ask myself
"Would I be friends with this person IRL?"
If the answer is a resounding "No" then buh-bye FB Friend, because I don't think we really care about each other. That answer comes to me from, looking at things on FB that answer that question. Do they comment on anything I say. No. Do they post things on my wall that they know I will like. No. Do they answer a Fb message or comment I have sent them? No. Do we really interact at all? Not really. ah, k, um, yeah, Buh-bye.
I also have made NEW friends I would never had connected with had it not been for FB. But that happening is far and few between. But I have started looking at whether or not there is a REAL connection.
But wait you say, what if I am a "watcher". I don't say much, but I watch what goes on in other peoples lives. That doesn't mean I don't care. I do care. I care what happens to my FB friends I just never comment, respond or say anything.
Hmm, well, my question to you then is this "Why not?"
If you saw that person IRL and they shared all these things about their life with you, would you stand there like a lump on a log silent? No, you would respond, interact, engage. But yet on FB, you don't. Do you think that person doesnt notice? Cuz they do. Do you think that person doesn't care about your response or what you have to say? They do. They really do.
We need to use these tools for interaction in the same manner as we would IRL.
IRL, would you go on and on sharing horrible pictures of things about death, depression, divorce and the bad news going on in the world? Is that what we would say? Is that REALLY what we would share? Or would we interject positivity into some of those things we share? I think we would.
My mother told me something about doing things in life "If you say or do something and it could be in the papers, would you still do it? I liken this to FB and other things online like Snapchat or Google Plus or Tumblr to mention a few but all Social Media in inclusive of this...
If you thought what you send on your phones, or do or say secretively was going to go around to ALL the internet to see, would you still act the same? If not, then you might want to reconsider doing it, because those things, are there forever. You think because you deleted something that it is gone? HA! it is not gone. Just gone "to you" the people behind the scenes still have access to all of that.
How you treat people, what you say and do with them or to them online, is the same.
I hope to make a difference. I hope to show others, that their friendship matters to me. That what I share, do and say with them and to them, is what I would say and do and act in front of them.
and if there are people I don't see in this way, that I WOULD interact or engage with them if they were my friends in real life...then perhaps they shouldn't be connected to me on FB.
Until Next time,
XoXo Trisha Trixie
Friday, February 27, 2015
Soundtrack and a Score
I have sent You Tube Videos and songs from Spotify or Pandora to people and they are like "um, ok, thanks" in the way that they don't get it. The don't get why I sent them that song. They don't get it, because they don't listen. They don't listen to the lyrics and they don't listen with their heart.
To me, music is buried deep within my soul.
Every song, every lyric has meaning to me.
Some songs make me happy, their beat, their words, everything about it. I feel alive and energized when I hear them. I want to dance in my car or have a dance party at home because of them.
Some songs make me sad and move me to remember saddness in my life, like the loss of a loved one, in death or in life, the loss of a friend or the loss of a love in my life through breakups or divorce.
Other songs, reach deep into my soul and move me to the core. Their essence is alive in me. I want to share it. I want someone else to know how I feel.
And then there are songs I want to share. Those things are songs that have meaning and that I desire to share with others. However, there are not many people I CAN share with because most people don't GET IT.
If you find yourself among those I share a song with and you don't WANT me to do that or don't understand why, please let me know. If you are someone I share a somng with and you DO GET IT and like that, please also let me know.
Music is important to me.
I live my life with a soundtrack in my head a score in my soul
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
The Roles We Play
From that moment on I had a new role to play.
I had the role of the head turning woman. I had the role of the stunning, breath catcher. I had the role of the confidant female. I had the role of the sensual woman. I had the role of the someone that mattered to others.
I was no longer the ugly duckling. I was no longer the girl no one ever saw. Now, I was the woman that people took notice to.
With this new role came on other responsibilities, of course.With this role I was to act calm, cool, collected. With this role I was supposed to be the woman that held it together. With this role, I am expected to be ok with guys hooting and hollering at me. With this role I am expected to be ok with guys making passes at me, married or not. With this role, I am expected to be not just ok with my beauty, but exude it.
I know I am beautiful.
I am not haughty about it or egotistical. It is a fact.
I once was the girl no one looked at....and now I am the woman everyone sees.
Sometimes being beautiful is like fame. I hear people tell me things like "Oh to be as beautiful as you!" or "You are stunning!" and then when they find out I am actually ten years older than they thought I was, they are really stunned.
I am graceful and say thank you because that is what is expected.
If you think a beautiful girl has no worries you are wrong.
It is like a standard that you live up to. It is like being a celebrity.
and it is not easy.
Sometimes I have wished to be the girl back in the corner of the party no one ever saw. Until about a dozen former high school boys tell you that they DID see you but were too shy to say anything to you. Oh well, there goes that idea.
Once you have beauty, life changes.
Friends, Guys I used to be able to hang out with now are constantly making passes at me. A business meeting can slowly turn into shared thoughts of dreams a man had about me. There are times I avoid my male friends because I don't want to have to deal with these kinds of issues. I just want to talk to my friend. I just want to hang out, play games, or watch them play ball, or something. Sometimes I just want to have a drink and it mean nothing. It means I am having a drink. Not hey, I wanna sleep with you.
Then there is the flip side of the male coin....their wives or girlfriends or mothers. I really do want to be the female they feel comfortable with, but I am just, well..NOT. I am not because I have something they don't. I have "je ne se quoi" I have that thing, that thing you can't quite put your finger on. I believe it is my savor for life, honestly.
It is no secret my father passed when I was young. I learned hard and fast, life is short, you gotta live it while you can. No one will ever be able to say that I didn't live a full and fabulous life, because I did in every way I could and I still am.
Most people live this bleak existence of life, doing what everyone tells them to do. But I don't. I live life on MY terms. and that's exciting, I don't care who you are!
How often do I hear "You are unique. You are so different than other woman I have met. You are so real, so raw so authentic" Yes. Yes, I am.
So, that is the role I play. The role of the woman every man wants to be around and the woman everyone wants to be. If that isn't like fame, then I don't know what fame is.
Just remember, with that sort of fame comes responsibilities.
Responsibilities like being ok when a man tells you his wife thinks he is having an affair with you and all you did was have lunch with him.
Suddenly I am a threat. I am a threat to their life, their son, their husband, their marriage.
Well, maybe this is too real for the world, but you wanna know what I think?
Take care of the grass on your lawn and your man won't keep looking on the other side of the fence. Grass grows where it is watered.
I can't help it if someone thinks that. I was just being me. I was playing the role of me.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Sarcasm: I don't Get It
Someone please explain to me why even use sarcasm and what it's purpose is because personally, I think it is just rude
HandWash or Dishwash? The Retro Vintage Housewife's Dilemma
In today's time of the future, everything seems to be "Modern" but years after the first dishwasher was invented, is it REALLY so useful and helpful? The funny thing about this commercial was that all the ladies desperately wanted a dishwasher in their home to be "Modern" and yet nowadays I find more and more people going back to the retro ways of doing things, including, but not limited to, dishwashing.
Yesterday, after going through my Retro Housewife Chore List, Kitchen was on the agenda for Monday. I enjoyed doing all the tasks and made a conscious decision to NOT use the dishwasher. My man thought I had a screw loose, but he obliged. Generally, he fails to rinse off, or scrape off the food anyway, which gets clogged in the dishwasher therefore, washing the food against the dishes unless the drain gets cleaned out each and every night. (Which it doesnt btw)
So I found my little rack to hold dishes and loaded up a hot sink of sudsy water. I put on my rubber gloves and started the task. It was nice, peaceful and something simple. I had time to relax and think about the rest of my days tasks as well as other things. I read up on this blog about it and I wanted to write to you today to share my two cents worth...
http://the50shousewife.com/2015/01/hand-wash-or-automatic-dishwasher-which-is-better/
She states that HandWash is here way to go and well, I have to agree.
First of all, remove all refuse from the dishes. Place them near the sink, large plates at the bottom, then the smaller ones, then saucers. Have a large pan full of very hot water. Make a good soap suds by using a soap shaker. Wash the tumblers and all glassware first, and wipe at once. Use a handle dish cloth (which can be bought for five cents), for these, as the water will be too hot for the hands.Wash the silver next. Have a large pan, in which to place the clean dishes, cups and bowls first. When all are washed, pour over them boiling or very hot water, and wipe quickly. Pans and kettles come last. Always have a cake of sand soap or a can of cleaning powder, for scouring the pie plates and bottoms of kettles. It is very little work to keep baking tins and kitchen utensils in good condition, if washed perfectly clean each time they are used.Wash the dish towels, at least once every day, and never use them for anything else. With clean hot water, clean towels, and plenty of soap dishwashing is made easyIf you live in New England, your sink will be in front of a window. Be sure to plant just outside of this window nasturtiums, a bed of pansies, morning glories, and for fall flowers, salvia. These bright blossoms will add to your pleasure while washing dishes.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Vintage Homeaking: Trixie Style
I was scrolling one day last week discussing with my man about how one didn't need to go to the gym or fitness club because the regular day of chores would be workout enough. I know already that when I do certain household tasks I am worn out at the end of the day, and I don't get worn out too often.
Now that I am refocusing my energy towards cleaning, moving and being a true retro housewife, I wanted to updated my cleaning list. For years I have used Fly Lady Routines and for the most part they work for me. I of course, had to adjust a few here or there and ended up slowly moving away from ALL the tasks and sticking with ones that really speak to me, like Always Shine Your Sink, and Put Shoes on Everyday etc. Eventually I wandered off to www.the goodwife.com Houe chores list and have mostly used that for the past few months. However, it still wasn't cutting it, but I just made a sticky note list and worked off off both lists.
Until this weekend. In looking for these retro chores for a good workout, I instead found some great sites I want to share with you....
http://glynniswhitwer.com/2013/08/vintage-homemaking-tip/
http://the50shousewife.com/2014/07/a-real-1950s-daily-cleaning-routine/
http://glamourdaze.com/2011/02/1940s-fashion-housewifes-daily-routine.html
http://tipnut.com/make-a-household-organizer-notebook-buncha-links/
The one I have downloaded and am using now is this one....
This one for my daily http://www.newbienesters.com/2013/09/a-1950s-housewife-daily-cleaning-list.html
This one for weekly for each day's tasks http://www.newbienesters.com/2014/11/a-1950s-housewife-weekly-cleaning-list.html
Aside from the "put the kids to be" or there NOT being something on there for pets, I real;y like these so far. I have only done Sat, Sun, Mon and Tues so far but I must say it really has helped me be more organized and like my house is in order.
At least until I make my OWN Cleaning routines. Trixie Tasks for Retro Living anyone?
Have a Fabulous day! Enjoy the links and tasks.
Xoxo Trisha Trixie
Monday, February 09, 2015
What Helped me get from ^Fragile^ to **FABULOUS**
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Pride
Today someone I dearly admire said how proud she was of me on Facebook. Now maybe, to the rest of you, you hear things like this all the time so it means nothing to you. But to me, it means the world. I have done many things in my life and with those many things I have had many struggles, many failures and MANY lessons.
This was not my mother, though she often tells me too. This was not from a best friend who has known me forever, though they DO often tell me that as well. No, this was fro a Mentor. Someone I only recently met. Someone who has done well in the community I live and someone who other people admire. That is why this carries so much weight for me.
I barely know this person. However, in the little time I have known her, she has encouraged me, inspired me, supported me mentally and spiritually and believed in me.
There was once a time when I remember my man telling me so profoundly, "I believe in you" and how I thought my whole body was going to melt.
Today, when this person said she was proud of me, I felt like it was a good thing I was sitting down or my knees would have buckled.
I debated on which blog to post this. I felt like it could be a great lesson of my Trixie Tabloids. It could inspired others for Trisha Trixie Designs. But in the end, I felt this blog, my blog, my heartfelt thoughts an emotions...this is the blog it should be on, because this is me.
This is me pouring my heart out to you. The interwebs, those who will listen and even if there is no one there, this is where I felt like I needed to share because this blog page is the real me. It is the realest me you will get. Not the you I allow you to see, but the depths of my emotions me. The me I have forgotten about. The me, I am showing you once again.
The me that relishes in things like a simple "I am proud of you". How little we tell others these kinds of things and how VASTLY it can make a difference to someone. How greatly those little words made a difference in me tonight. Even though it was not even verbal, I heard the tone in her text, in the words as they were laid out on the page of Facebook..."I am proud of you!"
Thank you BB for those words. Thank you for making my heart feel full tonight. Thank you for making joy fill my heart so full that is welled up my eyes with happiness to know that someone I admire so much admires me.
To the rest who may be reading this, take the time to tell another how you feel.
It may seem like nothing to you, but mean the world to them.
And for the ones who will hear me, the ones who NEED to hear me, Be Proud. Be proud of yourself, who you are, how far you have come and how much you have accomplished. It's ok. Be Proud. For you are Fabulous.
Xoxo Trisha Trixie
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Tough Love
I am actually proud of myself for doing so.
It is hard to say to someone you care about, even if it is a new friends, that you are done. Done with something, anything that they are doing with you, to you etc.
Tonight already I sent out a few emails to others sharing my thoughts and feelings.
I took people off my social media pages and off wordpress and anything that would connect or give another person the rights to my life or anything that would give them access to my business life, anyway.
I thought back to when I was the most successful. When I had my Dating Site and it was just me. S was gone by that time and I was handling things on my own. I was in charge. I decided if I went to an event. I decided if I paid for Marketing with a company or for Advertising. I manged my Social Media and I managed the website and the events and everything in between.
Doing this alone, mind you was not easy, and I really DO like to delegate. But I want a ME. I want a ME that shows up for work happy and energetic and willing to do what needs to be done. I want a ME that works above and beyond the call of duty and assignments asked and ends up WOWING the boss. I want a ME that cheers my boss on and is their right hand. Reality is, the only me is ME. Dumb I know, but how much truth is there in that. A lot I tell you.
So, I got used to there being no one like me and accepted less than. I allowed others to tell me, "Really, that's the best I could do." Or for others to show up with a half hearted attitude saying they wanted to help, but in the end just made my life more difficult, because I end up having to back track the work they did or end up having to do it myself, anyway because they "couldn't get to it" or "didn't get around to it" or the best lately is " my husband doesn't want me doing this anymore." Yeah that was a good one. I get it...I do, it is easier to say someone else won't let me. I too have used that line. But to their disadvantage that is true....um hello, yeah I have used that line so I know the truth behind too.
Or the other being, "I am feeling overwhelmed and never realized how much you do" and ironically they hand it all back to me and guess what, I now get to do all MY tasks and now I get to do all the crap you just dropped back on my plate. WOW, gee thanks. Guess what though, I oddly have the capacity and capability to do it....mine and their work too. It just would have been nice if someone were to TRULY help me.
The other thing that happens is they forget that when they are with me, they are representing me, my brand and my business. Finding out that while someone was waiting for me to handle business at a bank they were making faces ate me behind the window, made a very unhappy Trisha, thus me having to remind them of the image they portrayed.
So, tonight, I took people off of being Admins on pages, I removed people from newsletters On MailChimp, and removed others from access on WordPress.
Funny enough, I had actually changed some of those settings weeks ago as a test to see if the people even noticed and because they were NOT truly helping, they didn't even say a thing. I just now tonight, sent the email and finalized some of those things.
Then I sent an email sharing with them how their Toxic behavior would not be allowed and how I expect more. I shared my thoughts and read and re- read the emails over and over and even walked way for awhile and then came back to them to make sure they were not mean or rude. I tried to let the persons know I still loved them and cared, but it was time for things to change.
This is MY year. I will NOT let anybody get in my way.
My business has finally grown after two years.
I am launching a new startup.
I am planning on moving.
I am getting married.
There is a LOT going on in my life and if anyone thought I moved fast before, they are gonna think I am the Energizer Bunny on CRACK now..lol! Move outta my way unless you wanna get run over.
The people who SHOW UP and SHINE are the people who will be the ones to RISE this year with me. They will be the ones who show me their worth. They will be the ones who WOW me. They will be the people who appreciate me, respect me and treat me right. They will not only Carry their Weight but will be so good they might even carry mine. And that's good. That's GREAT in fact!
The year is starting off with a BANG so far with the new start up in production testing and my other business getting some much needed recognition.
Things are great with my man by my side as he should be. We compliment each other. We are good for each other. We work well together. We fit.
I have a few others that , so far, have proven their worth and have been carrying their weight...so far. It is always good in the beginning. Let's just keep that momentum going and we will be good to go!
I don't like having to tell people they need to get their crap together, I don't like having to tell someone they let me down, I don't like being let down so of course I don't want to have to tell them that, and mostly I don't like having to remove people from accounts and such.
But in the end, MY NAME is on the masthead.
So in the end, my head will roll if it goes sour.
and in my life, the only head rolling better be my Mannequin Head, Miss Kim, on the floor if I drop her. :)
#LetsDoThis #TimetoBeFabulous #BeFabulousin2015
Until Next Time,
Xoxo Trisha Trixie
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
The Year of Me
I found this post about Speaking to The Audience of One...
http://chrisguillebeau.com/blogging-for-an-audience-of-one/
and it really spoke to me.
It got me thinking about how when I first started this blog it was to be able to freely write. As the years went on, my post count went up and down however something I realized is that in 2011 when I had the highest posts, I was more at ease that year. I felt more connected to my life. I felt like I had overcome a lot and I felt whole.
I realized that in that year, I just wrote to write.
I didn't care who was listening it was just healing for me to write, to pour out my thoughts.
I miss that.
I think with all the Social Media we have forgotten what it used to be and where we used to connect.
Now we write in Tumblr and on Facebook Notes and such. The issue with that is to open yourself up so freely allows for hurt, rejection and the possibility of offending someone you had NO intention of offending just because what YOU said hit home to THEM.
Of course, there is still that chance if you allow comments on your blog (which I do) that you could have a little drama based on the comments, but remember, YOU control the response. You do not have to reply back to the haters or negative commenters.
But I digress.
Blogging shouldn't just be about who you are reaching, or if someone is going to click on some ad you are posting or if they comment back.
Like Chris says, Blogging for One can be exhilarating.
I think it is refreshing and eye opening.
It is like writing that letter you never intend to send.
It is Cathartic just in the writing alone.
You can also lock down a blog to be Private if you want and no one EVER has to see it but you.
No matter what your style, consider blogging for yourself.
I am.
I am going back to ME time.
Writing my thoughts, feelings and aspirations in my blog.
If you comment, you do.
If you decide to follow me, you do.
If you repost my blogs, you do.
Not to be rude or anything, but I don't care. And WOW how freeing it is not to care. To know that this year...
This year is the year of ME.
This is the year I get back to my soul.
This year is my year.
And I'm going to make it my year in every way I can. Starting with my Blog.
These are my days and As the Days Go By so will I write, share, conspire and connect....\
with me.
Until Next Time,
Miss Trisha
Friday, January 02, 2015
Reciprocity
I take notice... like when people tell me things like "I don't have time to ..." go to my event or do something for me, or talk to me...however, as I said I notice they DO have time to go to other things, talk to other people or do other things. I notice when they choose to spin their wheels on things that get them nowhere and I notice when they choose to not help me or my business to grow because to them, they don't see the growth potential that I do for myself AND for them.
Essentially what you are saying to me or another person when you do these things is that your priorities are different is all. People need to grow up and fess up and just say " I have different priorities than you and these other things are more important to me".
Those who don't go in my book (so to speak) and I remember who was here for em, who helped me, whose back I scratched and if they scratched mine back, reciprocity goes a long way.
Failure to be reciprocal is the stopgate.
That old addage "Remember me when you get to the top or remember me when you get big...etc" welllll, you see I remember...oh yeah, I remember the good, the bad and the ugly.
Final line to me is "If you are there for me then I will be there for you."
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Third Wedding Attendance Issues
I looked it up and found this site that talks a little bit about going or not going to someone's wedding for the third time. http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf24672949.tip.html#feedback
Sunday, November 23, 2014
The One You Keep Trying to Forget
As I sit watching Gilmore Girls and it was the breakup scene. Loralei visits an ex and goes on this rant about all these random things then comes around to the fact that she couldn't tell Rory about how long it took to get over him because she isn't over him.
This brings me to my thoughts. ..He's still the one I can't get over. Despite my current situation, despite past ex husbands , and boyfriends, him..he's the one I can't get over.
I think there's always that one. No matter how long or whatever you have been through, he's the one you still think about. We all have that one person that we will always still think about,is all I'm saying.
We tried to be friends. Nope.
I finally said I'm done,trying, to be something we said no to a long time ago. So the emails stopped.And I thought that was it.
Ha if only I we're so lucky.
No, I'm a sap. Like all those other saps. Like those saps you read about our see in movies. Yep, that's me.
I'll be fine, going about my business,then,something will happen...a show will make me think about it, or I'll pass by a picture he drew or like today, as I was posting to Google ,I saw that I was still following him I guess. There was his picture. Him. That man. With that smile. In that hat. Looking there.
Ugh.
Why are there those people that do that to you.?!?
Le sigh...
Time to go back to reading Stephanie St.Claire and Brave Girls and things that remind me that is ok and it will be ok and everything will be fine and is fine.
Positive messages.
Mantras.
Mandalas.
Healing art.
And so on...
..and on...
Because you realize, there is nothing you can do and no matter what you do, you just have to face up to the fact that hes the one you haven't gotten over and you may never get over, and the fact that it is true does, in no way dimiinish the way you feel about the special someone in your life now or ever will because one thing is not the same as the other, it just it's so , and that's the facts!
But yet still, though you do all those things, you just have to resign yourself to that acknowledgement and be ok with it, no matter what, because no matter what, no matter what you do, no matter what you say, or how many books you read, or blogs you write or what you draw or songs you sing or Mandalas you color, the facts are still the facts...
He's the one you never got over and he will always be the...
The One You Keep Trying to Forget
Monday, September 29, 2014
So Alone
- like he doesn't believe me
- doesn't support my business anymore
- doesn't want me to do anything
- feels overworked already
Thursday, June 26, 2014
While the Cat's Away...What do you REALLY do?
Night/ Day one - I mowed all the yard (which is a lot) ended up with a migraine. Felt a bit better, made the mistake of going to the Johnston Farmers Market with my pal Melissa and her three kids. Then over to her house for dinner. Let's just say, as an over 40 year old and someone with Sensory Overload Syndrome, that was NOT the wisest choice.
I love her and her kids, but I was not used to the constant pull and chatter of three children talking over me, yelling at parents, yelling at each other and so forth. That with the heat, the overexertion I did earlier and the day and food I am not used to, it did not sit well with me. We were looking through her clothes of the kids to give me for me to re purpose and I felt very nauseous so I left. Talking myself out of barfing on the ride home i my new car, my new car Fiona Fiat thanked me.
Second night/ Day - During the day I ran a few errands, mixed a thing I was supposed to go to, and then came home and watcvhed Lost on Netflix, had a drink, at Schwans Bomb Popsicle for dinner and a handful of Cracker Chips from Special K, and enjoyed a relaxing night to myself.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Make a Choice for Happiness: Negativity BE GONE!
I am tired of seeing sick dogs, sick babies, fires, crashes, divorce, political comments, bitching, whining, moaning ,and you name it on the negative line. Maybe people think taking a Facebook break is being an ostrich and sticking my head in the sand, but if I don't watch the regular news, why oh why would I want to relive it all on FB? I don't.
What happened to all the happy people? where are the positive posts? What about "promoting what you love instead of bashing what you hate?"
Where did all the happy people go?
I realize we live in 2014 and things aren't what they told us it would be. I realize people have heartache, despair, anger, anguish and more. I know people want to help those afflicted, hurt, pained, and so on.
I also realize, it is a choice.
For those who know me I have had my fair share of SHIT happen to me, around me, and about me. I could just as easily be a negative person, being the bitching type. However, I choose to be uplifting and positive. I wish to wake with a smile on my face. I wish to smile at others and do good deeds. I wish to live my passion instead of working for another. I make positive choices daily, hourly and even minute by minute.
It is not that life does not happen to me, because oh hell yeah it does. I ge shit on more than anyone I know. That's how it seems to go with positive nice people. To others they are viewed as doormats. Not to all, but some.
When those things happen, I make a choice.
Sometimes it is to let it roll off my back and develop a thick skin about it.
Sometimes, I give it the time needed to allow it to affect me, learn from it, then move on.
Sometimes, I acknowledge it for awhile.
Though in the end, I move PAST it.
Misery loves company. You want others to feel your pain. You want to know someone understands you, gets you, has been there before.
But how about putting a Positive twist on it. It is ok to share your life, but why dwell on it? What does dwelling do? Nothing.
Negativity only allows more negativity and that also can affect your health, your life and your relationships.
Because of the negativity I have seen on Facebook I have tried other options.
I have been posting on my Gratitude a Day page and ms Courage. I have focused on other areas of FB and not looked at my feed. But even with that, I still keep seeing negativity on pages and groups.
Years ago, there was NO Facebook. and you know what....??? We all survived. We managed to stay in contact. We managed to share with each other and connect and even sign onto places without using FB info.
So I'm taking a Fb break. I am being super selective with what things I look at and who I interact with and am taking a break.
No more jumping onto Fb first thing in the morning.
I am making a choice.
Make a choice for happiness.
I am, will you?
Until next time,
Xoxo Trisha Trixie
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Wedding Thoughts: Registries
In planning my upcoming wedding there are a few things that to this day astounds me.One of which is Gift Registries. In the day and age that we live in, it amazes me that people are still doing registries in this old archaic fashion. My man and I have lived together for a few years. We already have merged many of our belongings etc and tossed away a lot. I know many others who live this way too. Are there really people who still register for items like it is 1950? As a Vintage Model I am intrigued by this thought because, seriously, when I saw this list from Wedding Wire I burst out loud laughing and saying out loud "Who registers for all these items anymore?"
Registry Checklist
Make sure your registry includes all of the things you need with the following list:
Dining Room
Kitchen
Bathroom
Home Accessories & Electronics
Cleaning Supplies
Luggage
Outdoors












