Self-diagnosed & self-medicating DIY addict

    Hello my name is Kiddo and I am addicted to doing it myself. No matter what it is. So I have diagnosed myself and I do self medicate for being a DIY addict. With my busy schedule I rarely do crafts and I never get a chance to build anything with my hands anymore or even rearrange my furniture so I am not referring to those types of DIY projects. I live my life by doing ALMOST everything myself. It’s not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing it’s just the way I am. There are advantages and disadvantages to being self-reliant.

     As a self-reliant person I save time by not waiting for other people to do simple chores like mowing the lawn, straightening up the house, unclogging drains, repairing leaky pipes, emptying the trash bins, cooking, laundry etc. Whenever I do ask someone else do these minor tasks for me I end up doing them anyway because I don’t like waiting. Maybe in this case I am just impatient. I don’t complain that the other person didn’t move fast enough I just decide to go ahead and do it myself. Sometimes the other person says “Hey! I was going to do that” and I say “I know, it’s okay I got it”. Usually I just don’t ask because I know that I won’t wait.

     As a person that believes that each able bodied person should be capable if necessary of making changes in their lives for the sake of their own happiness I’ve never felt the need to use props, programs,medications or substitutes to quit smoking or drinking. I stopped each several times and know that I can again if I want to. I just have to want to enough to struggle through it on my own. I am also good at justifying my bad habits…as long as I’m practicing my Everything in Moderation theme then I should be okay. If I end up not okay it’s still okay because eventually we’ll all be equally okay.

      I don’t ask many questions. If I need to know something my first response isn’t asking someone else it’s seeking the knowledge myself. There’s so much information out there that I can find it usually quite easily and sometimes even multiple contradicting answers to the same question. Then I just have to figure out what I believe to be most likely. If I need to get somewhere and Google Maps is wrong I will figure it out on my own. Rather than asking others to tell me from their experience what will happen if I do this or that I like to learn as I go. The same holds true for my faith in the universe and what happens after we die. I like to hear other people’s opinion but it doesn’t really change what I think and feel about the biggest questions we have as humans. I almost never ask for forgiveness from people. I will admit to it when I do something wrong whether intentionally or by accident. If they forgive me then fine but if they don’t that’s fine too. Forgiveness I only require from myself. Each person should forgive others if they’re holding something against them because it’s just a better way to live but I don’t require others to forgive me. There are things that I’ve done that I will never forgive myself for but I do move on and continue my go with the flow lifestyle

      In the kitchen I also just do it however I feel like doing it. I don’t use recipes and I never even measure so each of my dishes is always a once in a lifetime event. I just figure I know the basics and the principals of how cooking works so I’ve never felt the need for recipes. I do enjoy reading recipe books sometimes but it’s like window shopping.

     When it comes to inspiration and motivation I don’t look to others to do it for me. I inspire and motivate myself. Of course I have only myself to blame for not meeting my goals. When I exercise I know that not one other person on the planet gives a shit if I run or not. Nobody cares or even notices if I gain five pounds or if I lose the triceps and abs that I worked so hard for. I exercise only for myself. When my alarm goes off in the morning I just get up and go to work. No one has to keep waking me up or remind me that if I don’t hurry  I will be late. It’s amazing that there are so many adults that can’t get themselves up everyday. Basic life skills shouldn’t be as hard as some people seem to make them. I am inspired by the world around me and the amazing people I know personally and by those I hear about or read about but if I found no other person’s life or struggle or their empowerment inspirational I would still be inspired.

     A few of the things that inspire me that have nothing to do with other people: Rain, storms, lightning,  warm breezes, cool breezes, STRONG WINDS, the moon, the stars, beaches, the oceans, rivers, puddles, teensy tiny droplets of dew, sunrises, sunsets, the way the light changes mood and the way shadows play a huge role in our lives even though we don’t even realize it. My human body, how amazing it is and how fragile it is and how it changes over time.

    I have diagnosed myself as being a DIY addict and now I will even psychoanalyze myself. It’s definitely NOT because I am a control freak. – I’m so easy going that I don’t complain when the day goes according to someone else’s whims EVEN WHEN I VERY MUCH WANT TO DO SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD. I may get aggravated but I wouldn’t want to inconvenience anyone else with my aggravation. I’m pretty sure the REAL reason I do everything myself is because I don’t want to be helpless or vulnerable. I want to be able to take care of myself. I need to be capable of doing whatever it takes for whatever situation I find myself in. If my tire goes flat on a desolate stretch of highway at midnight, or if the thatched roof of my hut is crashed in by a heavy coconut palm while I am out on my raft during a thunderstorm I want to know that I will be able to push or pull and repair or rebuild. When technology doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do and my paycheck doesn’t get deposited on time or the light fixtures inexplicably fall from the kitchen ceiling I want to know that I won’t fall apart. I will be able to improvise if necessary and think on my feet. I want to know that I can rely on myself because I know it’s a gamble to rely on anyone else. 

  As an example of my extremes for those that don’t follow me: I recently needed to get 2 cars 7 miles by myself so I decided rather than wait until the next day when someone would be available to help me that I would do it myself. I drove one car half a mile and ran back to the other car and drove it a mile and ran back the half mile to the other car. It was a beautiful evening to see the world close up rather than zipping by in my car and also I was thankful that the reason I was hoofing it across town was because I had TOO MANY cars rather than no car. I have walked, skated, biked and jogged down those same streets because I didn’t have transportation so this was a better “problem” to have. I won’t say that my leap frog method was speedier or more efficient than having someone else drive one of the cars for me but the job was finished sooner and I didn’t have to inconvenience anyone other than myself. I don’t mind inconvenience. Life isn’t about convenience it’s about…well it’s about a lot.

     On the flip side of doing everything myself I do understand that people occasionally need help. I think that most people’s first response is to ask someone else to help them rather than trying to figure out how to do something on their own.  I almost never tell someone that I won’t or can’t help them even if it inconveniences me a great deal to do so. Since I have to REALLY want or need help to ask for it I always feel like the person asking me for help must really need me to help them. It seems very hard for me to ask anyone to inconvenience themselves for my sake so it makes sense that if they’re asking me then they must be out of options. I always say yes. I am a ‘yes’ person. Sometimes I wish I could become a ‘NO’ person but I can’t. Doing everything myself AND helping everyone that asks can be very exhausting but it let’s me live guilt free.

I won’t even get into how my need to give and receive intimate personal pleasure falls into my DIY addiction. That’s another post entirely

 To help the young people reading this:

Worksheet: WHEN DO YOU ASK FOR HELP?

The following questions will help you think about why people ask for help or don’t ask for help.

1. Check the answer that most applies to you.

________ I always ask for help when I need it.

_________ I sometimes ask for help when I need it.

________ I rarely ask for help even when Ineed it.

2. We all have times when we do ask for help. When are you most likely to ask someone else for help? (Examples: at home, from a friend, when the task is new)

3. We all also have times when we just won’t ask for help. When are you most likely to avoid asking for help?

4. Rate the following questions as True or False.

_____ Asking for help in class makes you look needy or nerdy.

_____ Asking for help shows that you are thinking about what you are learning.

_____ Asking for help puts other students in an awkward position.

_____ Asking for help means that you trust the teacher to help you.

_____ Asking for help means you are the teacher’s favorite or a teacher’s “pet”.

5. What did you learn about yourself and how you ask for help? Is there anything you think you may want to change in how you ask or do not ask for help?

Today is just one of those days…

   Everyone has them. I honestly believe today can’t be as bad as yesterday but I’m definitely going through a rough patch. I know tons of people have harder lives but I’m just feeling exhausted and more emotional than usual. Exhaustion and not enough ‘me time’ will do that to most people. “Mamma said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this, mamma said, mamma said.” (The Shirelles) Mamma also said “life is like a box of choc’lates…you never know what you’re gonna get” (Forest Gump).
   I’m not complaining. My life is just out of balance because I don’t have any time to do the things that have always brought me joy. I don’t get to lay outside and watch the sky. I don’t get to read. I don’t get to have a yoga practice. I don’t get to workout enough to eat the way I love to eat and I can’t have as much luvin’ as I’d like because I enjoy a couple of hours of sex a day and there’s just NOT TIME ANYMORE.
   So of course someone that can hardly ever do what they are naturally inclined to do and is forced to take bullshit from people they would never ever choose to be around at all (let alone 12 hours a day 6 days a week) will have times when they just want to say “fuck it” and go deliciously screw someone sexy during a thunderstorm on a beach during a meteor shower while eating a juicy bacon double cheeseburger and chili cheese fries and drinking a vanilla Bacardi milkshake.
    Maybe one day I will have more time for me. I just have to get through this bs. I love life so much. I love my kids more than can be described. I love the natural world despite what’s been done to it. I am filled with joy at the wonders of life and the Universe but right not my joy feels like it is being sat upon by a big mean ugly troll that screams and curses at me for no reason except that he has low self-esteem even though he has an extremely large ego. I wish I could kill that troll but pretending like his assholery never bothers me will have to suffice. To anyone else having a rough patch: “Hang in there! Nothing lasts forever so enjoy the great things while they last and stay strong through the tough times. I love you so much”

Fabulous Fair Friends…

   I never really look forward to birthdays anymore. When I was turning 37 it just didn’t really seem like something to celebrate. When you’re small it’s really great turning 5 and then 10 because it’s finally DOUBLE DIGITS! Then you have the mile stone birthdays…Sweet 16, 18, 21…even 30 it’s like you’re finally an established adult. Then you go through a period (at least I did) which is often called ‘middle-aged’ in which it’s just another year older, another year closer to being old.That’s the period I’m in now. I figure once you get to about 70 birthdays become a reason to celebrate again because you MADE it this far. Being 80, 90, 100 is such an accomplishment and people are really excited the bigger the number gets. Just like with Powerball. I had a couple of years from 37 to 39 that I refused to celebrate and I was miserable and my dear friends allowed me to be. All I wanted to do was wallow in my age related depression LOL. My friends and family got tired of that bullshit that would last from the end of January until March so they reached down into my self made abyss and jerked me out with silly string and parties and love…and birthday cards reading “WE’RE NOT GETTING OLDER WE’RE GETTING BETTER” and then when I open it “NOW YOU SAY IT TO ME” . Even when I was depressed about my age getting into to my forties I knew it was cliche and I HATE being cliche but I couldn’t help it. It’s cliche for a reason. It effects a LOT of people. I am glad that I had such a FUN group of friends and my sons to celebrate my “special” day with. They really made me feel special last year and then this year they took me to the fair all day with unlimited ride bands 😀image

Triple birthday party at the fair…such a fun group of people

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The three birthday ladies

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Not a care in the world and in this moment age truly IS Just a number….really it’s not even a number. The concept of age doesn’t even exist for a brief time

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I LOVE rides 🙂

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Daytime view from the ferris wheel

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The one ride that I wouldn’t get on…too high and chains are really thin! Totally nuts but my crazy teenagers got on it

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There they are

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Birthday balloons

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Sunset at the fair…now everything gets pretty

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This Fireball ride is soooo fun during the day and FABULOUS at night

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Weeee

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Nighttime view from the top of the ferris wheel

Nighttime view from the top of the ferris wheel

Life is beautiful…

My eldest child made it home despite the storm. My youngest helped me get my new elliptical into the apartment. We all ate dinner together as we watched Saint Vincent. I used my elliptical for half an hour (“thinking I’m BACK baby!” but we’ll see)…I don’t have to get up early to take my oldest to church for the 1st time in YEARS and tomorrow we’re all going to the fair with friends and my boy’s girlfriend. The fairgrounds are soggy due to the flash flood today but I’m still excited. I’m going to the fair as part of my birthday celebration and I couldn’t be happier right now. I love spending time with my sons more than anything else I get to do. We’re staying up late tonight and hopefully sleeping in tomorrow. Life is beautiful right now and right now is all any of us have. (Except tomorrow we have the fair 🙂 )

My favorite people…

People who are the favorite person of their favorite person are my favorite people. They’re just SO RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY that it’s hard not to love them. It must be amazing to live that way. I’ve had fleeting phases like that in my life and I think it would be fabulous to have that all of the time. To have a friend or relative that you’re just so close to that you know exactly what they’re thinking or what they’re about to do and they know you just as well. To have your person be the same person through decades and to experience lifes ups and downs and changes and tragedies with that true friend always a part of you has got to be the absolute best way to live. To have someone be your person through successes and failures and all the mundane shit in between is a privilege that not everyone has. I think it would be nice to be able to call or text one person no matter the time of day or night and just KNOW that you wouldn’t be disturbing them….and to find out that in fact they were just about to call or text you. Seems impossible beyond middle school to become someone’s person that doesn’t already have a person. Not that I am a jealous person but if wishes could come true just by wanting them to then I would have a lifelong bff of my own. I would do anything for them even if it meant driving off of a cliff together in a red convertible. I am very loyal and understanding and non judgemental and just know that someone somewhere must be missing out on the best possible friend that has EVER existed because they’re not friends with me.  I’m not being all sad and melodramatic like my birthdays of the recent past but I do notice that tomorrow I will be so far beyond middle school and still have no deep meaningful relationships other than with my children. I really don’t think that at my age I can expect ever to have a friend that truly knows me. Even if I met someone today they wouldn’t know me through my single phase, my married phase, my pregnant phase, my mommy phase, my chubby phase, my extremely fit yoga instructor phase, my divorcing phase, my single parent phase….they would just know me in my slightly chubby, end of middle age and beyond phase.The always exhausted phase is not fun to be around. In turn, I will have missed all of their phases that led their path to cross mine. My sense of humour has always drawn a few people to hang out with me for a couple of years but even that has been dimmed by my current daily schedule. For some reason I will never be anyone’s favorite person. Seems juvenile to even mention such a thing but it’s just a thought. Oh well, I might as well enjoy the last few hours of my youth without becoming morose. Cheers from me and my long time friend Jack Daniels!

Stupidest thing ever…

Imagine, just for a moment, being a miracle,sure
A miracle that’s just just waiting to occur.
Overflowing with the essence of thee
manifestation that was meant to be.
The unfulfilled extraordinary
event that was pure destiny.
How wonder-us-ly imagined
yet a miracle unenlivened
Why imagine it yo
do you not know
that it
is so
?
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And I DON’T CARE for rhyming poetry mostly
unless it’s a tight rap. I can’t decide if rhyming is super simple and lame orrrr ultra challenging & genius to find words to express your meaning but also happen to rhyme.

Behind my mask

Behind my mask of normality writhe the plump juicy maggots of insanity.

The seething growing mass of larvae crack the mask to reveal a fleeting glimpse of my mother’s substitute babies.

Mindless of my convincing facade they greedily consume the inner core that is my being.

Now snug in cocoons built of my disintegrated self, biding their time, nursing on my sanity – gorging themselves on my freewill, growing fuller and fuller

until they merge into me and we are rejoined as one.

BURSTING!

Shattering the outer mask to reveal a raving lunatic caught in a gossamer web…..

where reality is non-existent

New language of symbols…

   The language of symbols has changed so much in my lifetime. It’s fun to think about re reading an article, book, closed-captioning, maps, calculators even older emails and blogs and using our current translations for the symbols. OR reading something written this year and read it with our translation of language symbols from 20 years ago.

   Not everyone knows this # as a number symbol or pound symbol. Some people that are alive only know it as hash tag. (which even has it’s own gang sign….or hand jive… I don’t remember having a hand gesture for the symbol before it was hashtag…which I would’ve called sign language)    Parentheses make my science report from 1988 look like there all sorts of results that made me happy or frowny winky. Then there are the emoticons in my old vcr manual that have no mouths to clue me in on the emotion being expressed so I don’t know if a direction is being smart or smug or winking with an embarrassed or happy or sad face. The @ symbol sure gets a lot more play than when I was a kid. There’s been a dip recently after social media changed the need for this @janedoe to just ‘jane doe’ which then could be modified to just this: ‘jane’. Anyway doesn’t a colon look like a staring emoticon?  I noticed a couple of days ago while I was texting my kid and now I see the emoticons even with just one symbol. This is a winky ; not a semi colon. ^ is an arched eyebrow. Even without the eyes / is an embarrassed face and somehow & has become a kid scootin’ across the floor on his booty. See:  ‘ & ‘

   Children reading older literature might think “man that Poe was a cheeky cheerful fella” or that the bible was being sarcastic or mischievous….They could see Ethan Frome as cheerful ..I got lots more to write including something I just forgot but my hand’s asleep…I will pause here and maybe continue this later…I have a whole list of things I need to finish but keep forgetting because I start something else. Like when I started this….so I might not ever make it back. Right now I can cross “Start Long-Ass Pointless Post” off my list. One less thing…but meantime :

Sometimes I think about…

    Sometimes I think about all the undelivered messages that people didn’t get that would have completely changed their lives. Like when a mail plane (how can you tell if it’s a mail plane? Check between the landing gears) crashes or a mailbox(look underneath) gets destroyed or when someone loses their cellphone before they read their texts or listen to a voicemail.

   How many declarations of love or hate and unanswered questions are floating around us? What about a message from a birth mother to her baby that she had given up for adoption which reads “I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me so if I don’t hear from you I’ll never call you again”?

   Even an  embarrassing or hateful call that never gets heard. And when the hater has a change of heart and wishes they didn’t send it and they’re puzzled by never getting a reaction from the recipient and they just get over it and let stuff go. How many lives could have been better or worse?  Or over

Darkness…

 Darkness
I’ve been filled with it before
and knew I couldn’t take much more
The blackness filled me to overflowing
yet I managed to keep on
going

I waited it out
I made it through
Forgot about the shadow
when your light shone through

I never knew darkness could get deeper
So far beyond fear of
The Reaper

I knew that there were worse things than death
Just not that it could be the next breath

Blackness
caught me unaware
After allowing me to care
I thought that I had made
it free
but it was just toying
with me

Such a sick joke
evil smile while I choke
Don’t know if I can make it past
But when I’m gone
darkness will last
and last

Unis’s gauntlet…

    Sometimes the universe throws a gauntlet down right in front of me. I can turn around, go around or accept the challenge. Today I say

        ” Yo Unis, let’s do this”

    If you have any doubt the universe is female let me point out that anything so intricately organized yet totally random and ultra nourishing but can squash you in a wink must be female.

        “Hey Unis, next time you got me jumpin through hoops let’s do it on roller skates!”

I’m Kiddo and this is my Korner

 

323771_318467998173982_1245870064_oNot that anyone asked me….
      I’m Kiddo and this is my Korner. Alternate titles for my site title: Kiddo’s Korner, Spinach in your Mamma’s Smile, Mutterings of a Mad Woman, Don’t Mention it, Never Argue with an Idiot , Lord Beer Me Strength, Random Thoughts, You Don’t Have to Thank Me, It’s What I Do & UNNECESSARY CAPITALIZATION.

I believe a sense of humor is the most important of the senses and feel that it’s my greatest tool for dealing with life’s issues.

Many people take most things waaaay too seriously!

    I enjoy laughing, relaxing, writing, reading, dancing in thunderstorms, taking too many photos of Earth, the sky, the ocean, people and creatures I come across as I wander through life. I enjoy actual conversation with like minded OR contrary individuals. Small talk is not only boring but redundant.

If you’re boring we can’t be friends. Or enemies.

    When a stranger asks how I am I usually answer “Great! How are you?” when they reply “Great? I wish I could say that” I say
“you can. Just say you’re great because when you stop to think about it you probably actually are” I certainly have problems like everyone else and sometimes they get me down. Sometimes I have to express my darker side just to get it out.

 For the most part I experience life’s ups and downs as a beautiful journey that I can not possibly predict from day to day let alone decade to decade.

     In today’s busy world we all need a place to relax and unwind.
My little Korner is my place where I can just be me with no labels to “identify” me or limit me. So much of life is about our roles as individuals: Adult, Parent, Spouse, Male, Female, Employee etc. and these roles are necessary. Roles aren’t a negative thing but they can cause us to sometimes forget who we actually are. Think back to when you were a child spinning around for no reason at all. Laughing just because it felt good to laugh. Noticing the world around you and wondering as you wander.

Sometimes we get caught up in life and forget to touch base with our true selves.

    In my life so far I have been self-conscious and insecure. I have been confident and proud. I have been scared and I have been brave. I have been scarred and healed. I have been lost and I have been found. I have been wrong and I have been right. I have had enough experiences to know that judging is preposterous. Judging oneself or others is non serving and leads to nothing useful. I know that we are all the same and that we are all very different. No one can walk in anyone else’s shoes and know for sure what they would do in similar circumstances. We can’t even walk in our own shoes and do the same thing every time even if the situation is exactly the same. The situation can never be exactly the same. Life is a state of flux. We change constantly so it’s hard to remain true to even ourselves. I go with the flow and try to live without expectation, judgment or regret.

I can not know what the future holds but I can accept it as it comes. I can accept me as I am.

Nobody is perfect but we are all perfect creatures and moment by moment we can choose to serve the light or the darkness.

Here I can just express my current self without a specific role to fill.
My Korner is:
~ A relaxed atmosphere where I never know what might happen next.
~ NO DRESS CODE
~ Meditation, half baked philosophical conversation, random observations and fits of the giggles are frequent occurrences
~ Rumination, supposing, philosophizing and self-analysis can occur without warning.
~ No topic taboo
~ bubbles and bubble wand are suggested accessories
~ spontaneous free style dancing almost NIGHTLY
~ Advice available upon request
~ NO underage drinking AKA: No wine before it’s time
~ Usually BYOB but occasionally I have been known to share
~ Drinking straight out of the bottle is not only NOT frowned upon but usually not even noticed.
~We don’t stand on ceremony cause life is phony in spite of it.

Scene from Dazed and Confused
Cynthia: God, don’t you ever feel like everything we do and everything we’ve been taught is just to service the future?
Tony: Yeah I know, like it’s all preparation.
Cynthia: Right. But what are we preparing ourselves for?
Mike: Death.
Tony: Life of the party.
Mike: It’s true.
Cynthia: You know, but that’s valid because if we are all gonna die anyway shouldn’t we be enjoying ourselves now? You know, I’d like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.
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