Thursday, May 28, 2009

Happy Birthday Me


About half a year or more ago, I decided to think about finding my father...well, I've been thinking about thinking about it for more than a while. Anyway, about a month or more ago I got his ss# from my Mom. Found him probably a week or so ago. Decided to think about thinking about calling him. The day before my birthday, he called my Dad. Sheesh, I was so slow he actually found my Dad before he found me and before I called him. Asked a ton of the obvious questions, and my Dad in turn told me as we were headed out for dinner. Said he wanted me to call in the morning...on my birthday.


So I did. I was so simple. Easy. Back from Spin class I walked out into Chris' back yard, sat down, and dialed him up...as though I were calling an old friend. He picks up, obviously not recognizing the #. I ask if this is "Mr. Mckernan" and when he says yes I tell him my name. Ah, the moment of realization.

Two hours later and I had learned more than I ever thought I would know. For one, he goes by Dan now, not Danny. And for two, he does have a job and he's actually quite smart. This may not sound like a revelation to you but for years I had been convinced that every sinister looking man running my way was out to steal me from my Mom and prostitute me out for drug money...just saying- I was happy to find out that this was far from the truth.

Things:

1. We actually have a very similar political stance.
2. He has 2 sisters and 1 brother.
3. Never been remarried or had any kids after us
4. Loves folk festivals- Dar Williams and Arlo Guthrie are his favorite
5. I got to talk to my grandmother for a minute
6. I have lots of cousins
7. He has a myspace page devoted to finding me.
8. I was conceived in Germany
9. Not much of a Dead Head
10. Has a tickle me elmo somewhere...lol.
11. Used to be part of a cover band called the tangents-very good.
12. Is very handy with computers- linux
13. Doesn't smoke
14. Manages a sea food department
15. Used to work in Casinos making very good money
16. Remembers my Mom's family
17. Has blue eyes with brown in one.
18. Voted for O'Bama
19. Told me to tell my mom that he thinks very highly of her. That was nice to hear.
20. Lives in NH
21. Has a sister that lives in AZ

Since then I had a conversation with my cousin Karen. She doesn't remember much about him, but told me to be careful, guarded, smart. Obviously, I'll respect the wishes of my mom and not discuss her, I'll respect not telling him where they are, I'll even be physically careful...but I cannot and will not be emotionally guarded. I think he deserves a chance of his own on that one.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I'm just so tired

Seriously. I'm fucking tired.

I just can't stop thinking that everyone goes through a period in their life like this. Yet everyone keeps gasping at me as if I had just told them that I was living a double life as the president of New Zealand...sort of a mix of- 'I always suspected' and 'What the What?!'

So then after I explain that this is probably one of the least stressful times in my life I figure out that no, in fact most people are not at all interested, not only in having three jobs, but having three jobs that require high physical demand (even if you don't want to work out). That most people don't add their own work out routine on top of that, and juggle a time slot with psych appointments and financial independence classes. That, no, indeed most people do not think that it is a reasonable request to require them to wake up at 4am three times a week and 7am on Saturday mornings, plus be flexible enough to make it in on time to open on Sundays...

But such was my choice.

I love my jobs. I've had enough shitty jobs to know who I am and what kind of stress I can handle. I can't handle standing in front of a door in the middle of the winter without a jacket with 50 tvs around me taking peoples' IDs. I can't handle cold calling people who obviously don't make enough money to buy the kind of cars we sell.

I can, and do, handle going into a fitness class completely unprepared. I can handle physical limitations of clients. I can handle cleaning exercise equipment at 5am. And I can certainly handle working out every day of the work week with my students.

Right now I'm dealing with orphaned instructors, juggling class schedules for 25 instructors at 4 campuses over 2 semesters with over 100 sections, 24 stressed out students, 4.5 hours of written finals and 20 hours of practical finals to prepare for, 10 physical fitness classes per week, 2 lecture classes per week, open house to 3000 high school students this Friday, budget cuts, three non-working treadmills, saving my own money by practicing discipline (which means conveniently forgetting to eat so that I can eat at my parents' house:)), trying to find motivation and time to run/swim/or bike on my own time, battling sandbagged eyes, having two completely separate families that both need my full attention, painting, being a friend, finding some kind of time to concentrate on starting my business, and now I'm going to bed...



I wouldn't trade it for the world right now. Someday I'll trade it for a home, and children, and animals, and my own business. For right now I'm happy.

Happiness for me is defined by how much of myself I can give away, that I may be whole one day.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

I'll have this week over easy...


My life isn't anywhere near as cool or exciting or neat sounding as Chris'. He has gone full spectrum. From bad to worse, from good to extraordinary. I have and probably always will stay on a much shorter spectrum. I prefer consistancy. In my own special fucked up way...that's exactly what I've got.


This week feels like an egg over easy. Believe me, it wasn't easy...but it was strangely peaceful. When all the lights turned to white. Filled so full that I have no time to get too flustered or think about unhappy things. Cooked just right...perfectly cooked eggs are hard to do.


Last week was my first week in my 3rd job. It took some time to get used to. This week I feel set...not fully settled, but I get up, get there on time and find sleep when I can. I feel like a tired Mom...who has yet to have the kids. They exist somewhere inside of me. Resting more patiently than I for them to finally see this world. They have no idea yet. They haven't seen the beauty and pain that either of us have. Someday.


A perfect egg isn't too runny...and doesn't taste like an egg really. Crispy around the edges and just soft enough in the middle. Covered with cheese and spices.


And it goes with everything...


Something like this:


March into Monday: "Fake Spring Break" (boo)...

420 Wake up

445 Get to Open Gym

Signed up an initial consultation with my first client. Sold her 4 more sessions.

8 Get home w/ some poptarts, take Chris to pick up his parents' car and drop his off at the shop.

Back home to sleep until 1120

12 Teach weight training

3 Teach Body Sculpting

5 UNM to run on a treadmill for 3 miles.

My Nutrition students have off for "Fake spring break"

Laundry and a movie and a great dinner with the ever wonderful Chris (Rachel Getting Married)

Bed by midnight


Try not to tread on me Tuesday:

530 start with a poptart

6am Open Gym to Teach a Spin class for one client. Biked 22 miles.

Came home and slept until 920

10 finally get to work, CNM (job #2)

Home briefly to eat after work

530 Teach Body Sculpting at Stone Age- 4 students

Climbed fairly well

To Chris' sister's house for some yummy corned beef and potatoes

Arrived at O'Neill's, saw 2 of my students, had a hard cider and lots of water...got hit on twice (save me!)

Came home with my love


Wiped out by Wednesday:

4am up up up without the sunshine

5 Open Gym

530 Train with my client

645 stopped off at Just Muffin Around to talk to a member of Open Gym and owner of the muffin cafe.

met my client's mother :).

Home to catch a bit of sleep

9-11 Third week of the 10 week IDA Program, where I am destined to become a business owner

12 Must teach Weight training again

1255 Call 911 to report a homeless person falling asleep in the gutter.

1-240 picked up my brother and watched Death Race 2000 at my house!

3 Teach Body Sculpting

4 Meet with a student

430 Brother's house to watch the last 20 min. of the movie

505 Subway, how sweet, my brother paid

530-8 CPR renewal at CNM Work Force Training Center

Back to Chris' to be with my long lost love...:) Love you smooshy bear.


Today is Thursday:

630 Rise and dark

Take a wrong turn...to Stone Age at 710

712-805 Yoga with a loyal Fin

830 To work we go

1030 Home to wait for Chris

Pick up Chris' car, Drop his parents' off, drop me back off at my house to eat huevos rancheros

1230 Back at it

4 Make my way back home to try and sleep for a smidge

530 Teach body sculpting at Stone Age

645 Run 3 miles



Friday will finally come:

Up at 4

5 Open Gym

615 Booked for an initial personal training consultation

715 Try to resist temptation to go home and sleep

730 UNM to run

Home to sleep

12 Teach weight training once again

1 Leave school and never look back...until Monday

2 On my way to Santa Fe

3 Julie teaches my Body Sculpting class...bless her heart

4 Check in

5 Relax with my love


Spring Break Saturday:

More relaxing...

Another "Fake Spring Break" day for my Fitness Assessment students


Sunday is not stunning, but it will do:

Up ?

9-4 Stone Age Desk duty

430 Parents' house

630 say goodbye

Get home, get ready to do it all again.


As my days get longer my memory gets worse and my days and nights run together...Sort of like that delicious yellow and white swirl of a sunnyside up...break the yoke.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Things Not to Have in a Bath Tub...

1. A panic attack
2. Your favorite magazine...you know the one I'm talking about
3. A sloppy joe
4. A full bladder
5. Your cell phone
6. Your sunglasses...tool
7. Unka unka

Please comment and list more things not to have in a bath tub...

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Note to Him

Why do we always forget those things we said to each other? Why are our memories so bad? Looking over your past blog posts I noticed how good you have been, even through the worst times. How hard that time apart was for both of us as individuals as well as the we. Now, all I want to do is tell you how much I love you. Spend the night in your arms. Listen to you chatter about soccer or biology or your students, or whatever. I like our separate places but I love letting you in. Please let's not forget how much we love each other ever again. Let's not forget how much we mean to each other. How good we are for one another. How happy we are and have been. The good things we have together.
The we.
The truth is, everlasting love can endure the hiccups. Don't stop believing in the fairytails just because of me. Don't say that there is only a small chance for us to make it. I have known so much good since I met you. I want it to last. I'm not afraid. We are strong.
Come with me.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Girls from Outer Space

Chris and the girls and I went skiing all together yesterday.

Boy did I have a good time. Since they have been back in our lives, Cassia has been very loving. Doesn't leave my side, lots of hugs for both of us...etc. etc. Terra is much more subtle about it but I can tell she's happy to be back...and that I'm back.

Yesterday was more of the same. Hugs and love yous and I've missed yous...

Terra and I talked about random crap and how she wanted me to start snowboarding with her.

Cassia, more inquisitive, while we were alone on a ski lift, asked if her dad had been smoking (no) and asked why we broke up. A heart to heart ensued. She spoke well beyond her 11 years. She told me how she couldn't wait to be a big sister some day...

I can't tell you how much they mean to me. I can't tell you how much I care about them, their safety, their well-being, their future...

Something seems wrong though. I feel a barrier. I haven't known them for long. I don't know their past. I feel that I'm third in a line that is too long. I feel like I'm having a hard time relating. I don't want to screw up. I want to give them everything in the world that they need. To be a provider of something simple that no one else can give them. Is that wrong?

I want a baby. I want to bring a person into my life that will take my heart and soul with them as they walk around in this world. I want to give myself away that I may be whole.

Other dreams


They are becoming much more vivid, life like, scary...

I had a dream about my good friend Jessica a couple of nights ago. All I remember was that I was happy during the dream. Damn it, why do I remember the not-so-nice ones but the happy ones are lost to me. This is something fundamental I must fix about myself.

Last night's dreams consisted of signing up for a program to chaperone a convict for a week (meaning he can't be out of my sight-he was James Frey from my favorite books-his young self no less), Aaron (from the gym) showing us his blue tribal tattoo...omg, and my biological father blowing me off by text message...telling me he owned a farm and dinner would not be possible as he had to get up early.

Boo dreams.