mattisms and random funny shit.

We went to buy some inserts for matts shoes the other day.. he works on cement all day moving around lifting heavy stuff and really needs to have good support..

(Walking into the Good Feet store)

construction turned sales guy:  What can i do for you?

matt:   im here to find out about feet.......

(this is when i get that really confused look and cant help but look at him wondering                        why he wants to find out about feet?  does he think this sales dude is like some foot specialist or maybe a doctor of all things foot related??  a foot genious?  ....  what's he gonna say next?  Can you tell me why my feet have grown in the past 5 years??  Do you think my toes are shaped abnormally?  do you think my feet smell a bit odd??)

...  not my choice of words i guess....bla bla bla - random boring stuff, then...

sales guy:     what size shoe do you wear?

matt: 13

sales guy:     have you always been a 13?

matt:  well for a long time  maybe 5 years?  i used to wear a size 12 before. 


sales guy:  have you ever worn a smaller or larger size? ........

Wait... there are people who's feet actually SHRINK!!??  --- what are they drinking and where do i get some?!!

NEXT

Matt doing is fav. thing.. asking questions he really does know the answer to...

(Matt calls me)

Matt:  did you return the menards stuff?

Me:  amm...  do you think i did...?   didnt you just see it in the car when you drove home?

Matt:  yah.  ----  Did Tiffany pick up Boujee yet??

Me:  you just said you got home a minute ago... cant you see him????  (mind you, he knows im with Tiffany as i had her pick me up after dropping the car at his work about 45 minutes earlier)

Matt:  ohh.

Me:   we'll be walking in the door in a minute, ill just talk to you then. 

(when we walked in the door of the house)

Matt:  You LIAR!  you said you were just walking in the store!

Me:  What?!!  No didn't  ... i said we had already gone to Kmart and looked for a coat for Madeline!

This is when i think  .... "if i were talking about a candy bar...girls mud wrestling...  hunting he'd have heard  every word!"

life is good... laugh it up --- have a great weekend... dont worry, this stuff happens often and there will be more to come!

Disclosure:  in no way do i mean to display matt as dumb.  he is a very smart guy, in fact i dont think he actually realizes how intelligent he actually is which i guess is a bit good for me cos then i get to look so smart all the time : )       .... i think he just doesnt turn that nifty brain on at times, throwing himself into tv mode, i call it zombie vision.

and im FREE...... Freeeeee Fallin'

This was one of my favorite skydiving pics... we jumped at about 12K feet!  it was really scary looking down but i tried to look out instead.  Initially the shock of the wind and that i just jumped out of a plane made me freeze and my ears really hurt making me think i should defo get some ear plugs when i do this again.  after the chute was pulled it was much more relaxing... going another time would put me more at ease i think.

Another fav.  the parachute looks so beautiful.  crazy to think i was up there..

and the landing!   -- not really scary as i thought it would be... actually quite smooth.  i was just to put my legs out in front and land on my bottom.  easy peasy.

The reason i cant sleep and wake

up at ridiculous times in the morning because my mind is full of wondering and questions....

i don't often write in a journal , i havent been able to acquire journal - ing as a part of my regular routine.
however, when im particularly upset and venting to those close to me and my therapist simply isnt enough i try to write for some type of "fix".  Here is an excerpt from tonights journal entry:

"the most frustrating part of the wkend was the convo w/ my dad.  Im overly frustrating & all I want to do is not feel.  Im tired of feeling

HURT.     REJECTED.     ALONE.     FORGOTTEN.    IGNORED.

it doesnt seem like many care abt feelings of anyone else ~  Why do i care so much??
Ive been working so hard at giving my feelings a voice but really... who cares?
Sometimes it feels like im only focusing on what went wrong instead of what went right.

I feel like if i dont watch my back all the time, im going to be tricked   -   taken advantage of    -   made a fool.

Why isnt it enough that I think im important?
Do I really think i am or is it that I just know im supposed to?

When will i feel at peace?"

The part of the weekend that was frustrating because of the conversation with my dad was about a recent skydiving experience i had... well not exactly about the experience but the details behind it.  My dad agreed to pay for me to go skydiving on my 30th birthday.  He wrote it in my Birthday card... this was the first gift id been given for my birthday in many years.  I turned 30 in May of 2009.  I asked to "cash it in" to go skydiving with one of my close friends on her 30th birthday just a week ago.  this did not go well for many reasons.

1. I had to debate with my dad in order for him to agree to pay for my birthday gift.  as usual, he "didn't really have the money right now"  however just the day before he had told me about his 10 day vacation to Arizona.  His recent purchase of a laptop that his wife "just loves".  and... how they've done so many house repairs, remodeled the office ... built on a screen porch to the house.... 

2. during the conversation debating my birthday gift i questioned whether my dad's and his wife were treating her 2 daughters the same way they treat his 2 daughters?  I dont get birthday gifts, i dont get xmas gifts.  the thing is... her daughters seem to have a great relationship with my father and their mother, they always have..... did they get money towards their weddings?  will i?  were they invited to the wedding between my father and his wife approx 12 years ago???  i know i wasnt... do they get invited to thanksgiving and christmas at their house... i know i dont.  

3. after asking the above questions to my dad he chose not to answer and agreed to pay for skydiving.    this to me meant:    all the above was true.     thanks dad.  thanks for paying for skydiving.      thanks for letting me know you treat "her daughters"  like children should be treated and you treat me much differently.  like i dont matter.  like i dont deserve to be treated like your child. 

   4.  dont ask me whats going on with this numbering ... i have no idea and im too annoyed to try and fix it.
   
   
   5.  I went skydiving on halloween weekend.  my dad has told me he would send the check like 3 times.  i asked on the day of halloween (cos he called to ask how skydiving went)  if he could please send me the money because i had taken it out of savings and needed to put it back because of a recent vacation i have scheduled and other reasons.  i fear if i dont follow up on this it will be forgotten and he agreed to it.  ----    i still dont have a check...
   
   6.  I called my dad on Saturday to explain that i was very upset and i was going to try not to yell however i didnt get the check and i dont understand why?   he said he "spaced it"  ..... well several times really i suppose cos we talked about a few times and he'd said he was going to mail the check at least three times... didnt i write this down somewhere as proof?  do i need proof?  does that even matter anyway... what am i going to do with said proof... take my dad to parent court and explain how he hurts me regularly by ignoring my feelings and not following through?
   
   7.  in my recent phone conversations with my father i have explained how when he does things "like this"  i feel like im not important.  it makes it hard to forget and forgive the past because i feel like nothings changed.  his actions are not the same as his words  ... "crystal, you are important"  .... but.... not important enough for me to follow through and try to treat you the same as my wife's children... thats what he means to say, right?
   
   8  i was crying the majority of the conversation.  it was hard to talk cos i was crying and so hurt... not yelling.  i didnt have the energy to be angry just so very sad.  i had to let my dad go because i felt i couldnt talk about this anymore and i was tired of crying.  i was tired of showing my weakness and letting him know i get hurt by his actions.
   
   9.  i told my father that "i had to go now" ... and hung up the phone.   he didnt call me back.  not today either.
   
   10.  why does this consume me.  why at 31 years old do i still feel deeply hurt by my father.  why do i still expect him to do what a father should... he never really has.. why would that change.