Sunday night confessions

I have a reminder on my phone that says "Your Bag Needs Cleaning". I spend 30 minutes to an hour cleaning out my purse, workbag and Iolani's backpack.  I

While I'm going through my bags tonight, I'm finding four million (I'm likely exaggerating) tampons, mixed in with business cards, cough drops, and USB cords.  I'm so glad that I clean out my bag, because I'm sure that I'm heading off a repeat of something that happened to me in 1997, which I'm about to tell you about.

It was a cold day in Olympia...I was in the cafeteria getting my lunch.  I would always get Poulsbo whole wheat bread with mayo, alfalfa sprouts, sunflower seeds and provolone.  It cost something like $2.37... and I always carried EXACT change. Since it was right before payday, I was paying for my lunch in all coins.  Coins that I kept in my pocket.  

So, I get up to the super busy  register to pay for my sandwich, I reach into my pocket and grab all my change.  (I don't know why I'm continuing to tell this story, you already know how it ends).  I go to hand the cashier my coins that I had counted to the exact penny, not realizing that I was also trying to pass along my cute little OB.  Ya, thankfully the guy said "I don't have a tray for those, so you can just hold on to that...."

Absolutely embarrassed, it was not in the cards for me to find a table off in the corner so I could regain a tiny bit of my 20-something dignity back.  I had to sit right by the register, and with every bite of my sandwich I had to look at the poor cashier.

Skip to today...  Iolani sees them in my purse and thinks they are anything from earplugs, white chapstick, or those little bullets in the foam gun toy.

In closing, I never talk about tampons or periods.  I just wanted to tell you that should you see me at any point this week, you should know that my tampons are in order in my workbag.  No need to look in the zippered compartment.

So, he beats you!

Every once in a while I post something a bit too over the top.  This is one of those posts.  The folks who will read this post don't live nearby, and likely won't even read this post, so WTH, consider it venting.

So, you admit that he's beat you.  Congrats! You've admitted that you are in an abusive relationship.  I looked around the grocery store and apparently they don't have Hallmark cards for this.  I was bummed, but I had other groceries to buy so I had to move on.

I was looking around the internet for a card that I could send.  Unfortunately, when I Googled : "Congrats! He beats you!" the returns were all sports related.  The irony...

But, when I pulled out the "Congrats" - the results were startling!  (I'm being 100% sarcastic).  Did you know that if he beats you, you are likely in a very unhealthy relationship.  And, I read tonight - that if he beats you, you should leave.

According to scientists, I'm not supposed to tell you certain things, but according to this list I'm saying all the right things, and yet...he's moved back in.

Oh, I get it - there are kids involved.  So, you are okay with letting your children witness him beat you.  You are okay with him calling you names. I read tonight that if you kids see this kind of activity they are likely to repeat it when they are in their own relationships.  Don't believe it?  Here's the article, you read it...

There's one thing that I know you must think about this: while he's beating you, it is very likely that your kids are seeing this and at some point will think this is normal and that he will one day beat your children.  Yes - there I said day he will take his hand in anger to one or all of your children, and you will be powerless to do anything to stop it.  Unless you stop this now by leaving him.  I don't say this to say you are guilty for his actions, but at some point you have a responsibility to protect your children from a violent environment.

Wait, wait...there's more...there's a whole syndrome about this whole "he's beating me"

Here are the symptoms:

And, for the next time you declare that "It is OVER!!!" Here are some suggestions on how to handle him when he shows up at your work.  

Statistics say that it takes about 7 times for you to leave him.  Well, I guess we have 6 more times until he's gone.  I truly hope you make it.  There are people who want to help you, you know what to say.

I love you, I want you safe, and you deserve nothing less than mutual love and respect from your partner.


Today was a good day.  Spent the morning at City Hall with the DLANCers of past, present and future!  A huge thank you to Councilman Huizar and his staff (Jessica!!!) for putting all this together.

Seeing everyone today reminded me about how much I like my neighborhood council.  It sounds odd, but a likely thing to come from me.  I’ve been called Pollyanna, oblivious, self-serving, whatever…at least I’m called that by neighbors and not total strangers.  Regardless - it is just another group of people working to make life more fulfilling.

This is the last quiet week for a while.  Let’s take a moment and peek at what my world looks like, at least in my neighborhood….

There are those who are chomping at the bit for a series of environmental documents.  You know, the kind that outline where a train or streetcar would go.  Everyone wants to see their comment and how the agency responded.  

There are those who are antsy to take a next step to build a school.  Parents and children have been drawing up their wish list for classrooms, libraries, office space, playgrounds, and playgrounds with slides.

There are those who are excited to finish the renovations of the church’s parsonsge.  Some are excited because it would make the pastor and pastor’s family’s life much easier…at least it would be comfortable.  I’m anxious to get it finished because there are other things we need to build.  Like a church.

There are those who are giddy with preschool excitement to see who the new Dodger owner will be. I know that our spring will be busy, but I hope not to busy to give money to the Dodgers and not the McCourts.  

Now it is time to wrap this up...I had fun this morning.  I do miss being a board member, dare I say - I miss the meetings. Maybe one day, I'll run for a seat again.  Who knows...