She's Got Words

October 25, 2011

This or That, But Not Both

Filed under: love & marriage — Gigi @ 1:57 am

I really need to remember to write notes when I’m happy.  Everyone is gonna think I’m always pissed, if I don’t, and that’s not a true representation of who I am.  But that’s just it: when I’m happy I really don’t need to express myself outwardly.  When everything feels nice and good, there isn’t really a reason to blab.  So, here I am.  

FYI:  For those of you who really don’t want to listen to me complain, go look at our engagement photos or something.  The next few moments of my life are gonna be dedicated to my need to let off a little steam here.  Consider yourself warned.  Oh, and I’m not gonna be very polite, so all you delicate flowers might need to avert your eyes, too.

Basically it comes down to one thing.  I made a choice and I don’t, in ANY way, regret it.  I just wish, sometimes, that there wasn’t a reason to *have* to choose, you know?  In vain I wish that both my worlds could live in harmony and that the distance between them both wasn’t so vast.  I try not to let unanswered calls and texts and messages bother me, but in the end I know that the life I once had is entirely over and in its place is this strange new and completely complicated world full of rules and obligations I never thought I’d have to master or live up to.  The me of a year ago wouldn’t recognise the me of today and sometimes I wonder if that is a good thing or not.  

*sigh*

I really don’t like this town.  I hate to say it, but after nearly 4 months of trying to find a niché to fit into, most of the time all I can ever think about is why I left my small, rural hometown to begin with.  The minds here are so small, so black and white, so conservative.  It’s oppressive, stiffing, and painful.  I find myself suddenly clinging desperately to causes that I’ve always supported before with luke warm interest because I desperately need to feel attached to something- anything.  But even within those exceedingly small sects and groups in this area there is a wariness of outsiders and newcomers.  My eagerness to belong is like a neon scarlet “E” emblazoned on my chest and my voice is an instant signal to all that I’m foreign in this land and should be mocked and/or shunned.  

And I’ll say this too: I’m fucking sick and tired of hearing about the goddamned cold here!  I sodding well know it gets nasty in these parts and it’s “serious business”, that cold, yeah- you betcha!  *eyeroll*  But honest to goodness it feels like the natives here have nothing better to do than trying to scare the southern daffodil.  Like being able to endure Midwestern winters is a badge of honour.  *phft*  Let me tell you, folks, head down to Atlanta in the middle of July with no air conditioning… THEN we’ll talk endurance.  Fuck your cold.  

So I throw myself into wedding planning or DIY ideas for the house and gifts for the holidays.  I try to drown my loneliness with reception ideas and paint swatches and pinterest, but I still find myself wishing I had someone to go shopping with- like Noel, or Lauren.  I pine for pasta at Eatz and conversation with Rebecca, or for climbing and late night dinner with Tony and Doc and the gang.  I miss getting all dolled up for play parties and socializing with amazing people who are unique and beautiful and wonderfully fractured in the most amazing and awesomely accepting ways.  People who don’t look at me strange or feed the uncomfortable silences when I talk about who I am and what makes me tick.  The only real acceptance I have here comes from Kasper and I am so scared I am wearing his patience thin with my loneliness.

*deep breath*

I want to come home, but I want to bring Kasper and Noam with me to Atlanta and have a house in *gasp all you ITPers* Decatur or Dunwoody and enroll Noam in a great Montessori school and be able to have a part time job I can actually survive on, and be a functioning- financially contributing member of our family and still maintain being a house wife for the most part.  

*gasp*

But that is never gonna happen.  We are always gonna live in Fargo/Moorhead.  We are always gonna be tethered to this area and I am, more than likely, always gonna be an outsider.  I’m gonna always say “y’all” and always ask for sweet tea before remembering such a concoction is an abomination here.  I’m never again gonna live in a place where the sweat runs down my back the second I walk outside- where every moment spent in the shade or in a breeze is like a gift from God himself.  I’m never gonna live *HOURS* from a beach ever again.  The days of impromptu car trips to the coast for a “dip” are gone, replaced by vast expanses of flat, flat, flat nothingness in every direction;  where you can easily see 60 miles everywhere you look with no rise of any kind to impede your line of sight.  No, folks, I am here for the duration.  For love- the greatest reason of all, but still it comes at a cost.  

I can have this… or I could have that… but not both.

No matter what, though, I’ll always take this.

August 8, 2009

Want Muffins?

Filed under: food & drink — Gigi @ 11:33 pm
Win Your M-I-L over Banana Muffins

Win Your M-I-L over Banana Muffins

Banana Muffins

3 or 4 Large bananas, mashed (the more bananas the moister, so I use 4)

1/2 cup white sugar (original recipe calls for 1 cup, but I don’t like them too sweet)

1 slightly beaten egg

1/3 cup melted margarine or butter

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 cups flour

For the entire recipe go here

August 6, 2009

Tolerance and the Misanthropic Mind

Filed under: soap boxes & stump speeches — Gigi @ 3:43 am

Last week I found myself standing on the tolerance side of a casual argument.  I often take the tolerance stance in most cases. Its what I’ve been taught all my life.  Compassionate understanding and acceptance is an easy enough concept to “teach”, but it isn’t always an easy concept to learn or adopt.

Unfortunately, even though I basically have a tolerant mind-set, I am not a tolerant person by any means.  Simply put:  I am a hypocrite– a misanthrope who wishes everyone else would just “get wise” and live how I want them to live, drive like I want them to drive, speak how I want them to speak… you get the picture.  I get angry when people park on my street when they aren’t supposed to, frustrated with my boss for being stupidly over protective of her own child and regularly I become indignant when life’s circumstances happen to catch me in an off mood.  What a way to live, ehe?

Only recently have I become aware of my self-applied double standards and how very unhappy this way of living has been making me.  Someone once told me that it takes more effort to be unhappy than it does to be happy.  It is an interesting notion, but is it really true for those of us who have learned, either by default or by association, to always see the glass as half empty?

I watched a program with Michael J Fox a few weeks ago and I suppose I started wondering all this then.  You see, Fox believes that you are born either optimistic or not.  That its in your genes, your DNA, whether or not you are predisposed to being happy or depressed– tolerant or misanthropic .  So looking back on my life– at my mother and my father– at the hand I’ve been dealt or dealt myself, depending, I still can’t decide if its all up to me or if it really is just in me to be a “debbie downer”.

While I still don’t have the answer, and true to my form I don’t think I will have an answer any time soon, I am sure that I am not going to wait around another 30 years to do anything about it.  I think the most important thing is to try to change.  To constantly strive to be what you want– isn’t that what life is all about in the end?  I might very well be pushing a boulder up a mountain side, but at least they can carve it into my tomb stone that the leopard tried to change its spots.

July 26, 2009

Who am I?

Filed under: me, myself & i — Gigi @ 4:00 pm

Cosmo Gigi Meets Rural Night Life... YAY!

Who am I?

Who am I?  

I’ll just tell you who I am:  I’m a completely random, socially gregarious, pint sized ball-o-fun, Southern Daffodil transplanted to the Arctic Tundra of Moorhead, MN for the only logical and acceptable reason in the world: love.  I uprooted my entire life in Atlanta, GA and drove 18 hrs to spend the rest of my life with the man I’ve loved for nearly 5 years in a town roughly the size of the one I grew up in; Johnson City, TN.  Contained within these pages will be the lively antics of our life together -along with our loveable and precocious 5 year old son, Noam- in this one horse town.  I say “our son” but it has to be admitted there is a baby mamma in the mix that is sure to throw a few hiccups and drama induced laughs in along the way.  So sit back, grab a drink and prepare to be completely amused by how this Southern gal learns to adapt to life in a Northern (flat as a pancake) town.  

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