Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Some People...

Loved Ones - been some struggles this past week with everything from work to computer issues to health concerns for friends and loved ones and Helen is feeling... well, I think Jack Nicholson said it best in As Good as it Gets:


Some of us have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes, with boats, and friends, and noodle salad. Just, no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that's their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but you're that pissed that so many others had it good.


For the most part Helen has a Noodle Salad life. Tons of great stories though they tend to be more messy than pretty and often are funnier in hind sight than at the time of the actual event. This has been a week when the stories aren't unfurling very well for some people I care about and I fear some endings will not get better when viewed through the lens of time.  So it's been hard to find humor. 


But not impossible. As through all of this Helen has found the time and sheer gut-level determination to feel sorry for HERSELF in the midst of worrying over  others. 


One does what one must. Does this pose say angst ridden but  putting on a brave face, while feeling a wee bit smug at how fabulous I look? That's what I'm going for.

Having pangs of jealousy over things that I understand will not matter in the big storybook of life - work, money, opportunities I see going to others, Facebook Likes and Blog followers - but carry a sting that makes the burdens of the day heavier to carry.


Maybe Helen needs one of these. I have to say it would be difficult to  feel too put upon if one's bosom suddenly had 'amazing floating action' - talk about uplifting!!


Have been stewing studying on this for a bit and come to the conclusion that it's not simply me being petty and selfish (Helen never does those things SIMPLY, you big silly) but it's a product of the times into which I was born.

After all, I was raised on the idea that if one waited, and wished long enough and hard enough...


Nine years of dreaming and apparently 28 minutes of interior design!


Dreams really did come true!


Why wouldn't we grow up to think that? We didn't have to look any further than the back of a magazine to know that good things were out there.


Forget the oil, I want those thighs for life!


And if they didn't come to us, we could go to them --


How could a person's perspective NOT be warped by a world promising that riding a bus would look like THIS?
If we just wanted something bad enough, and worked hard enough, powerful forces would come to our aid 


I know most of us look better bathed in moon beams but I'm not so sure about this... what is that supposed to be? I don't know but nothing that dribbles from the bottom of a crater is going on MY face.


Okay, I do believe that forces beyond ourselves will come to us when we open ourselves up to them - for some of us that is a faith thing, for others, a meta-physical thing, for others, the practice of mind over matter. But I also have found over the years that those 'forces' rarely work as a delivery system, bringing whatever I order to my doorstep.


They say if you pray for patience you will be given adversity for a teacher.  I wonder what you have to pray for to get George Clooney for a teacher?
So I guess Helen will weather her petty disappointments the way she always has - with lots of pouting and chocolate.





I promise to feel funny soon, until then -  hoping your summer is going much better than mine, if not get to work on that 'getting George Clooney as a life teacher' thing, won't ya?


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43 comments:

  1. Cheer up! At least you can know you are somebody's hero...mine! I know that funny people don't live funny lives...they find the fun in the lives they are given...even if they have to wait until "hindsight." =D

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    1. Thanks Shirley! My hubby told me the other day that he didn't think he'd known me to ever go a day without laughing, which I took as one of the sweetest things he's ever said.

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  2. I hate that you're having a crappy time right now Helen, and my petty jealousy is that you can actually write through them! Witness my own blog that hasn't been touched in weeks & at that totally blah & boring. So hat's off to ya there. You are so right about growing up in those times when ALL things were possible if one worked hard enough. Now there's not even any work to make things possible. But what can we do? We keep on muckin (I could put a rhyming word in front of that last one but I know Dear Helen would...well anyway...)

    I've always said, keep your chin up or else you'll get a turkey neck. In my case it's too late but do try, and feel better soon. Sometimes a *grin* is all that get's us through.

    Sending Helen HUUUGE ((HUGS)) from Sacto CA
    ~Vickie~

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    1. LOL on that turkey neck. Too late for me too. They say you either wrinkle or sag, well sag it is then for me! Have missed your blog, Vickie, thanks for stopping by mine.

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  3. Most of us here in the UK are feeling the same with this endless rain and oppressive grey skies, it's a chore trying to get anything done without a bit of sunshine.
    Hope you feel better and more you again soon! x

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    1. Thanks - hope it clears up there. The eyes of the world will be on you all soon for the Olympics, it better be summery!

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  4. "This too shall pass." Comes to mind but that certainly is not much comfort.
    Sometimes life sucks, and you said it with grace and style.

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    1. Thanks Paulette. Sometimes life does suck, right to the point. I think that has it's own style and grace.

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  5. We went out for (a very disappointing) breakfast the other morning and, before presenting the bill, the waitress asked "Can I get you anything else?"

    "A million dollars and a deaf mute bodybuilder," I replied.

    She answered, "I'll have to check with the kitchen but I think we just served the last one..."

    Life is filled with disappointments! ;) (but she did earn herself a good tip despite the crummy food)

    It's hard when facing difficult circumstances not to get annoyed by the little stuff, and it's okay to feel out of sorts sometimes. I hope things get better for you soon.

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    1. Aunt B - I think you nailed it. The few big issues have cast a shadow on everyday frustrations and made them seem so much bigger than they are. I know I will feel up beat again soon. But not before I indulge in a little pity party, I think ;)

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  6. So sorry your bowl of cherries is full of pits. I am still fishing the seeds out of my lemonade. I am so glad that you still have your sense of humor. God Bless, Ginger

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    1. Thanks, Ginger. Maybe we just need to find the cocktail strainer and make cherry/lemon daiquiris!

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  7. I learned a long time ago not to trust anyone who said "I'm fine" every single time you asked "How are you?"...because sometimes things aren't fine. It's no big accomplishment to be upbeat and happy when things are going great, but to be honest when things are bad and then keep on keeping on takes real strength, my dear. You have that. And your willingness to share that with your readers is what makes you so special...and what gives other people hope when things aren't fine in their lives either.

    You have my most positive thoughts and my hopes that you come out on the other side of whatever is going on soon...by putting one foot in front of the other.

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    1. Thanks so much. I appreciate the kinds words and support. Mostly, it's worry about bad news for others and wishing the world was that fair old place we once were told it could be.

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  8. Well, I had to write. Does "been there, done that" ring a bell? How about, "been there, done that and I expect I'll do it again." Kinda stinks, huh! One of the things that I had to learn is to be careful what I measured with - why do they have so many followers, their dolls sell AND get published in national magazines, whine, whine, whine. I'd love to tell you that I have now mastered that hurdle and am never going over it again. (It's the word "never" that'll get ya!). But, for whatever it's worth, here is what I have learned (I know Helen would agree with me). What matters in this life is how we impact others. How has something I've done helped another person to feel a little better, laugh a little harder, or helped them to know that someone cares? Helen has indeed brought laughter to my soul which tells me that she is indeed sharing her gift and touching so many lives that even she cannot begin to fathom. We are to use what we have been given and Helen most certainly does that!
    Signed me,
    One of your many admirers!

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    1. Aww Holly, that was such a warm and helpful response it left me a little speechless. Thanks so much for sharing. I know we all face it and you are so right, it's a matter of perspective. I've come to think a lot of my feeling this way is irritation at myself for not knowing what I want to be when I grow up. Only solution may be to just never grown up!

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    2. I agree, Helen! You could be like me and forget how old you are until "some clerk" says, "Now don't be offended, but are you over 50? We have a special discount for you".. Sigh....I think I"ll go make some chocolate chip cookies...

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  9. It's times like this when you need a cousin named Brutus or (sarcastically speaking) "Tiny" in your corner. Whatever is bothering you won't be anymore after Brutus or Tiny pays them/it a little midnight visit with a baseball bat and a set of brass knuckles. :-) Last year brought the worst summer of our lives, and we felt at the time that - without a Brutus or Tiny in our family tree - things would never get better. We're still recovering, but each day seems a little bit better. I hope you are able to bounce back from (or bounce a 20-lb. brick off the head of) whatever is bothering you. Even through your pain, your wit shines through. Good will come to you because you bring such joy to others. Take care of yourself, and remember: Short of a Brutus or Tiny, a semi-automatic with a night scope and a silencer is always an option! :-)

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    1. LOL Alycia! I wish it could be taken care of like that. I hope you're bouncing back from your tough year and don't have to resort to Brutus again.

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  10. Sorry you're in a bit of a blue phase right now, hoping it passes quickly! Take care:@)

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  11. Jesus, are we living the same life? I too, was told that if I worked really hard, my dreams would come true. Bullshit! And yes, praying for patience makes God send you some really shitty stuff to "learn" with. I myself, am quite sick of having to be "the responsible one", "the smart one", the "one who does without while stupid, horrible people reap rewards". Yeah, it's not easy to be funny when you see the spoils going elsewhere.

    We need to meet up somewhere and commiserate ourselves happy.

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    1. Barbara - but if we meet up who will come and bail us out of jail? We'd need a third party. It does get old but then what can you do but pick yourself up and forge on?

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  12. Oh-I am sorry that you are going through a "rough patch" right now. It is hard, sometimes, to see beyond what is right in front of us and look at the big picture. I hope that everything smooths out for you soon. xo Diana

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    2. I always think when a comment is deleted that it means somebody said something naughty or regretful! Actually I hit send with some typos I couldn't live with. Diana - thank you for the encouragement. I really am fine - its the world that's messed up!

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  13. Dearest Helen, I knew you were in trouble when I saw the black and white macaroni instead of the technicolour variety tested in Nevada being served on the best china to a maniacal family and that bathed-in-moonbeams gal with the imposter giant man hands disguised as her own hands. I wonder if we wore cone bras on our heads would our spirits would be uplifted as well? Well, we'd certainly get a laugh out of it. I'm so glad you are able still to laugh despite the coprophagic (a new word) situation over there - I certainly understand the desire to eat chocolate instead. Chin up. Take one for the gipper, whatever that means. Seriously, I hope these troubles soon pass. Everyone loves you and sends you great huge bear hugs with imposter man hands!

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    1. Thanks Melanie - you have inspired me! I think I need to create a cone bra party hat - to lift spirits and lend much needed mental support! But keep those man hands away from it!

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  14. I don't have any wise words for you except to say that without the bad times the good times would be lost on us. I hope your bad spot is a short as can be, leaving you to revel in good times and humor for a long time to come!

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    1. Wise words, Ruth, you gave 'em and I appreciate them.

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  15. George Clooney will get old and turn gray, but chocolate, now there's the secret to life (maybe not thin thighs), but those gals were graphics and I can have pictures of myself drawn with thin legs and round ta-tas. Chocolate...that's can't be drawn. As a matter of fact to commiserate with you, I'll go have a big bar of Hersheys right now. Misery loves company, don't cha know?

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    1. Brilliant - as long as there is photoshop we too can have thin thighs, floating busts AND chocolate! Thanks for the suggestion and the smile today.

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  16. Awh, sorry to hear you're feeling blue. I'm amazed that despite all the dern crapola you're still inspired to make us laugh! Maybe you DO have the perfect thighs? Or bra?

    ~Cindy

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    1. Perfect thighs? From your post to God's inbox! Thanks.

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  17. Sending you some ((((virtual))) hugs and hoping the laughter returns soon.

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    1. Thanks, we all got through ups and downs. The self pity is already lifting. I guess if I need a lesson in laughter I could listen to campaign speeches.

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  18. just letting you know, your'e my "go to gal" for a chuckle and some uplifting silliness.

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    1. Aww, thanks, guess I need to get that uplifting bra in gear and see what I can do.

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  19. Prayers for you and Kudos too! Kudos for trying to keep your sense of humor. Just like we told the emergency room staff at the hospital, "Never, Ever, Lose Your Sense of Humor". They still thought I was crazy laughing my way through the pain even before the dope kicked in.

    Question, why don't they use laughing gas any more, seriously?

    I think they should sell it instead of Prozac.

    Funny thing for YOU. My mom still has to wear heavy duty over the shoulder boulder holders. The tragedy of a buxom bosom. Anyways, the first Christmas my to-be Hubby spent with us she wore an unfortunate metallic blouse making her look like a torpedo launcher. NEVER wore it again!

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    1. Bwahahaha - poor mum in her torpedo Christmas ensemble. I can imagine you laughing in the ER - though I've never had laughing gas, I always laugh when gas is passed. Yes, I do own a self inflating whoopie cushion. Now THAT is better than Prozac for a pick me up!

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  20. Perhaps you need one of the aforementioned uplifting undergarments? Seriously...hope you feel better soon!!!

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    1. Thanks - I really do want floaty boobs. That would make a lot of things better.

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  21. Chocolate fixes alot! Big hugs to you!

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