November 05, 2007
It's My Birthday and I'll Laze if I Want To!
Sometimes I remind myself that, in addition to being a sex slave and my mother's personal hand servant when I was a kid, I started working outside the home when I was only 11 years old. This is the age when I started cleaning houses and doing a lot of babysitting. I had a "real job" in a restaurant at 15. Sometimes I think, "Jeez, if I never work again, that would be my right!"
I'll be taking Thursday--my birthday--totally off, just to do fun, pampering stuff for my self(ves). Pretty soon, though, I want to do an "update" post on some of the therapy work that's been pretty darn productive in the last month.
I'm also in the process of organizing a list of blog carnival hosts for the next six months. Since most of the e-mails I've received from would-be first-time hosts have expressed a desire to wait to host until at least February or March of the new year, I'm going to go ahead and let a couple of repeat hosts repeat for November and December. If any first-time hosts would rather step in for those months (I know they are holiday months--yikes!) just let me know ASAP. If I've missed anybody's e-mail, I apologize. My dot com site e-mail was all wacko for a few days--I got blog carnival submissions in my junk mail folder and then all incoming mail was saying it was received in August--weird!
Sending safe hugs and healing vibes to all of you bloggy friends out there! Take gentle care.
You deserve to treat yourself(ves) to some R&R!!!! and we want to wish you a happy birthday now before we forget it!!!!
You said, "Sometimes I remind myself that, in addition to being a sex slave and my mother's personal hand servant when I was a kid, I started working outside the home when I was only 11 years old. This is the age when I started cleaning houses and doing a lot of babysitting. I had a "real job" in a restaurant at 15. Sometimes I think, "Jeez, if I never work again, that would be my right!"
Now if that doesn't say it all. Same thing here. Only it was my mom's substitute sex slave - for her husband so she wouldn't have to be. I started babysitting at 10 or so - younger for my sister. And working at my mom's convenience store when I was 15. I've always had a job since.
You know what? We should take a sabbatical. I wish someone would invent that instant-travel thingie so all us survivor bloggers could have an "in-person" carnival somewhere and just play and relax. Wouldn't that be fun!
Enola: An "in-person carnival"--what a great idea! I'd come for sure. It would be so great for all our inner children and little child parts. Weeeeee!
And, no, I don't mind if you quote me--I'd be honored. I'll come over and have a look-see (at Austin's blog, too). Thanks for the heads-up! ;)
and marja thanyou for your support over the last so many months and your parayer support yesterday our blog is up on what happened.
You're welcome for the vibes, thoughts and prayers. I'll be over to see your update.
I'm getting in the habit lately of looking at myselves in the mirror and saying, "We're worth it and we deserve it!"
Let's all say it together, bloggers: "WE'RE WORTH IT AND WE DESERVE IT!" There, now doesn't that feel better? ;)
And yeah, I can relate to having to wait on my mother like a servant. And on my brothers and my father....
Happy belated birthday to you,
You've earned a sabbatical:
Happy birthday to you!
(groan, sorry, it's late!)
Beauty: I love your song!
JIP: I'm fine, just pissed off that I have to face reality now that my birthday is over. Maybe I'll put up a quick update. Thanks for checking in on me.
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