tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post6365967227113767334..comments2023-10-28T06:12:54.164-07:00Comments on infantasia: Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post-49229044448793928432016-04-22T00:43:20.470-07:002016-04-22T00:43:20.470-07:00Nice idea, ivisigal, I like that.Nice idea, ivisigal, I like that.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post-84564818503774402762016-04-20T20:03:02.130-07:002016-04-20T20:03:02.130-07:00After meeting my Irish relations I feel it is easi...After meeting my Irish relations I feel it is easier to express the full range of emotion here in "America"(though Canada, really) than it is there in Ireland. Their sense of wonder when they came out here seemed to confirm that. Here you can let it all hang out and be viewed as quirky but cute, whereas there seemingly some kind of standard must be upheld. I could be wrong, maybe it's just my relations. I guarantee you, your emotional manifestations don't put me off, or I am sure, any of us reading here. And I am not much of a do-er either, except in short manic bursts that seem a long time ago right now. Got a few things done this week though while my mister is out of town. Sometimes I feel like I need some time alone, down time, before I can get back on track. When trying to get out of a funk of inertia, I start with tasks focused on me. Like my hair, my nails, buying things I need. Then I move onto cleaning up my purse, my closet, doing my mending. Then I feel empowered, full and fulfilled enough to go on with all the multitude of tasks for others that consume most of my life<br />. I think the inertia is a symptom and result of self-neglect. For me anyway.<br /><br />-invisigalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post-23484544191866706342016-04-19T11:58:16.382-07:002016-04-19T11:58:16.382-07:00Oh, guys, I do have a lovely food processor that w...Oh, guys, I do have a lovely food processor that was actually bought for me as a leaving present from a previous job, which made me feel so appreciated. <br /><br />Or it was a voucher, I guess, but still. <br /><br />SO anyway, it stopped working abruptly a few years ago, I've meant to get it fixed each Chrsitmas and never got round to it. But the other day I did take it down to the little man in his little repair shop, and hopefully he'll fix it. Though he may not be able to (he didn't inspire me with much confidence, I have to admit), which means I'll have to get another one and borrow a blender for the party. <br /><br />So, yes. A blender is good. <br /><br />As to the other... I don't know. Hard on myself? Because of this post? My feelings seem to mainifest themselves in ways that put people off me, maybe that's why. It's cumbersome, all of it, I suppose and I'm not a do-er. No action follows. Makes it difficult to be continuously sympathetic, I guess. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post-51505761890795415322016-04-18T20:00:32.406-07:002016-04-18T20:00:32.406-07:00Listen to Ms Moon! She's absolutely right!Listen to Ms Moon! She's absolutely right! Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12512800812290518552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post-13539337147103529292016-04-18T17:20:14.758-07:002016-04-18T17:20:14.758-07:00I think you are lovely. I also think you should g...I think you are lovely. I also think you should get some kind of a food processor. It will change your cooking life, chopping and slicing in seconds.<br /><br />My mother is one of those types too. I think it's because of all the hardship and unacknowledged trauma they endured in their lives. Emote away! Let it all out! There is no shame in it. We will receive it and carefully box it up and put it away for you. My mother always said to me, "Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone." All due respect, she was full of shit and that was invalidating in it's purest form.<br /><br />It's 2016, do you baby.<br /><br />-invisigalAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367596429065516772.post-7438441899026529342016-04-18T16:51:31.805-07:002016-04-18T16:51:31.805-07:00I wish that you could quit being so damn hard on y...I wish that you could quit being so damn hard on yourself, dear Jo. My god. You deserve happiness and respect and friendship and love as much as anyone does. <br />Do you know that? I hope you do. <br />Because it's true. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com