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| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 | | 10:37 pm |
Love Me, Love My Smile
The difference between my ex-husband and my current husband was starkly illustrated to me one night. To more clearly illustrate the difference to you, I must describe a typical scene of me married to my ex-husband. Let me just say that the man loved, and probably still loves, bacon to the extreme, so much so that he would eat a whole pack of it. Need I mention the man had abusive tendencies; hence, the reason I left him. On one memorable day, coming from work, i tried to open a dialogue by asking him what he wanted for lunch. The answer? you guessed it. "Bacon." I said that I didn't feel like making bacon that day. he said that I shouldn't have asked the question then. After that, I had to listen to a diatribe about how selfish I was, etc. Stating an opinion was wrong, especially if it differed from his. Now I will describe the scene I mentioned earlier, a scene that still makes me smile to think of it today. As my current husband and I were new in our relationship, one day, we went out with my ex and his then-girlfriend to a restaurant. We all worked together so were trying to be friends. I should mention that my ex, if he had to go to the restroom, prided himself in taking 20 minutes to complete his mission. he asked Merv, my current husband, to take him to the restroom, since Merv has some sight. of course, he decided to take 20 minutes, and I had to listen to his girlfriend complaining about how long he was taking. When they got back, she lit into him. I did somewhat join in, saying he could have been more considerate. We were both shut down by him snapping back at us, "You know this is the way I am and I refuse to change it!" I sat there, pouting, feeling the fear I used to feel when he would treat me this way when we were married. merv saw it and started to do little things and say things to make me smile and laugh. I don't remember anymore what he said, but I do remember the contrast, the being snapped at versus someone really caring to see me smile once again. I knew then I was loved. There have been times since then when I was upset, and he would try to make me smile. I would try not to sometimes, but he has always been able to bring that smile to my face, and the fact that he cares enough to want to see it really means a lot. This has been my entry for this week in therealljidolwhere the topic for this week was "Smile." Please check out the other great entries, and I would appreciate your vote when voting time comes. Current Mood: accomplished | | Thursday, October 22nd, 2009 | | 10:09 pm |
Shameless plug
HI all. Just a reminder that voting is now available to anyone with an LJ. if you liked my entry for this week in therealljidolplease vote for me. go here to vote: Thank you. Current Mood: hopeful | | Saturday, October 17th, 2009 | | 3:00 pm |
My experiences with empty gestures
I am five years old. We are in church. church is so serious, so somber, so boring. I am told to be quiet. Sins are confessed, hymns are sung, and the minister preaches. man, the way he yells, he must be really mad at us. I can't wait until church is over. then, we can go back to living our "normal" lives, lives where we don't have to talk about all this serious God stuff, lives where we can have fun and listen to the fun songs on the radio. more than 10 years have passed. We still go to church. My parents are nice to everyone. i dread the moment, the moment that comes. We get in the car. Here it comes, the rundown of everything everyone did wrong today, including me. to hear them in church, you would never know this is what they do in the privacy of our car and home. you would think you were their favorite person, until they totally put you down in that car. i know better. I can tell they are not happy, though no one else can. I know it is all empty, fake. More years pass by. I am now married. I know now that life doesn't have to be the way my parents live it. I know now that I don't have to live by those rules, though my mind and the tapes from the past that play there continue to hound me sometimes to try. My marriage is not one of fake, empty gestures. i have taken pains to make sure i didn't end up like them. After all, I never lived up anyway. my mother nags and begs us to come home for Christmas. ok, I'll go. i feel guilty and obligated. We sit there, eating our big, bountiful Christmas dinner. Everyone talks about how great it is to have the family together, how we are all flesh and blood. My sister, my father's daughter from a previous marriage (my father adopted me when he married my mother) says, "Well, not all of us are flesh and blood; some of us are adopted." My mother and grandmother are there, who are my flesh and blood, but still, I don't say anything to ruin the facade. the next year, however, I refuse to go. I just refuse to play the game anymore. I tell my mom that it's all fake, that Kim said what she did. Of course, my mother doesn't remember. She doesn't remember how Kim said this and yet, bought me a Christmas present. Her response is, "you know how Kim is." Yes, i know, and I refuse to put up with it anymore. A couple more years pass. they are having a big birthday party for my grandmother. My husband is having problems with his sugar going too low with his diabetes. If I go to this party, I would have to stay overnight because of transportation. I would have to accept a ride from the aforementioned Kim. I tell my mother that I'm sorry, that I refuse to leave my husband alone overnight when he is having these problems. her response is, "You embarrass me when you don't show up." Oh, of course. it's all about the facade. it's all about the game, the pretending, the empty gestures. I am tired, so tired. It should be easier to just go on doing the empty gestures, yet my rebellious personality won't let me get away with it. so I continue to fight, until i find the ultimate victory. I move 1,000 miles away from them. sorry, I can't fly home for christmas; I don't have enough vacation. now, they never call. I can't participate in their game, so I don't matter to them. oh, they love me. i heard it all my life, but is that, too, an empty gesture, empty words? this is a question I still don't know the answer to. Yet it doesn't bother me, truly. I have so many people that love me truly and don't require empty gestures, false facades, and perfect performances. That is what I concentrate on. this has been my entry in therealljidol where this week's topic is "Empty GEstures." Please check out the community for more great entries. Current Mood: contemplative | | Sunday, October 11th, 2009 | | 1:49 pm |
intro
This is my intro entry for therealljidolIf you haven't yet, check out the community and the entries which will be coming up this season. Well, what to say about me. I am blind and use a screen reader like some of the other contestants; I'll get that out of the way right off the bat. I am a Christian, so you might see mention of God and my faith a time or two; however, this will just be in telling of something important to me, not preaching, which I do not intend to do in the least. I live in Florida and am married. I work for a company doing technical support that makes a lot of cool hardware and software for the blind. I have been there a year and love it. Another part of my experience in life has to do with the fact that my blindness was caused by my optic nerve not fully developing. This also caused my pituitary gland not to function. As a result, I have some chronic health problems and need to take hormone medications. You may see mention of some of this in some of my entries, because it is a big part of my life. As for what I enjoy, I love to sing and sing in praise team in church. I love football, love to listen to music; soft rock and christian contemporary are my favorites, thogh i also enjoy bluegrass and country. I grew up in pennsylvania, in a county called Berks, where my family is Pennsylvania Dutch, though not Amish in the least; we drove cars, had TV's, phones, etc. Just that my grandparents and some other relatives say things with an accent and pronounce things a little differently. i do not have a Pennsylvania Dutch accent though, I think partly because I went to blind school in Philadelphia for the first six years of my school life. As for the rest, I am sure you will discover more about me when you read my entries for the contest. thanks for reading all this and to my good friend, baxaphobia for encouraging and supporting me in this endeavor. Current Mood: nervous | | Monday, October 5th, 2009 | | 1:25 pm |
Announcement
HI to everyone. This is going to be a short entry. I just want to let everyone know that I have decided to sign up to compete in therealljidol /> this season, so look for some entertaining, if not interesting, entreis coming from this corner. This is my first time playing, so be gentle
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