All in all it was a quiet weekend. Our plans to go to Baltimore were shot because of a family emergency, so I didn’t get to meet Yamisi. However we did get to see the movie Wall-E, it wasn’t my favorite movie, but it was cute and it did make me want to recycle. We even got some pool time this past weekend which was great. It did rain, but heck we were wet anyway right?

Today I’m a guest blogger over at Desperately Seeking Sanity and I talked a bit about our upcoming trip to see NKOTB…yes gag me.

I wonder if someone will trade me tickets for the sold out show for an IMac…now there’s a thought!

Today on Twitter John Reese said that (for him) using a Mac makes him more productive, things take less time, Macs are easier to use and he gets more work done.

I may be grasping at straws here, but honey, I think these are signs from the great beyond. I mean how can John Reese and others really be wrong? Why I’m More Productive On A Mac, Why Choose Mac for Productivity, How To Instantly Increase Your Productivity on Your Mac Pt. 1, How To Instantly Increase Your Productivity on Your Mac Pt.2…I could go on but the Internet was used again to my favor and I was able to find the “truths” that promote my point of view.

It’s past Christmas, Valentine’s Day, my birthday, Easter and Memorial Day. But July 4th is just around the corner and I can’t think of a better way for me to celebrate my independence from Bill than on THE Independence Day! I mean really…how fitting would that be?

It’s not you it’s me.

OK, I won’t beat around the bush any longer it really is you.

You have so many women pining after you, so I’m sure that you’ll be fine. But I really need a break. It’s just not working anymore, plain and simple. Maybe we can be friends again, the choice is yours and yours alone. However in true woman fashion, I am going to request that you make major changes before we can consider a friendship of any kind. If I can be so forward, I think you need professional help. In this day in age, it’s not taboo anymore. Just ask. There are many good people out there who can help you work out your issues. I’m sure that you’re good deep, deep, deep down. You’re very surface though, everything looks good on the outside, but on the inside you are washed out and hollow.

Now back to the issues at hand.

You have hurt me in so many ways. The countless hours I’ve spent worrying about you because you broke my heart. Let me tell you what hurts Bill, there is no intimacy between us anymore. Do you know what it feels like for me when I touch all your hot buttons and it takes you forever to warm up? You’re more like a woman than you will ever know. Who are you to take that stereotype away from us?

Every time I turn around I’m afraid. I no longer feel secure with you. Maybe it’s your job or your power, but everyone is out to get you. Do you know how many times I’ve had to look over my shoulder in fright? Do you understand just how many times you have made me sick? The latest attack really beat me down Bill. It took days to recover. All that time lost. All the opportunities lost. You had the chance to make our relationship stronger, but you didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Bill, you’re only there for the happy times, when times get tough you turn a blind eye to the situation. I think what hurts me most is that you are so power and money hungry that you can’t see beyond your nose.

Another thing that bothers me is the fact that you’re everywhere I turn. I can’t go to the grocery store, my friends’ homes, even the local Wal-Mart without feeling your constant presence. It’s almost like you are stalking me. Like you’re lying in wait to see what my next move will be.

Like most couples, we’ve had our good times and our bad times. Remember when we played Monopoly and you kicked my butt from here to Sunday? Or the many times we’ve played hide and seek. And who can forget the time that we were apart for 2 weeks because you were so blue?
But alas this relationship has always been about you. You’re a control freak and will have nothing less. I’ve tried to prove my love over and over again and restore my love to no avail. I’m done and I can’t take it anymore.

I’ve met someone new Bill. Please release your hold on me so I can be happy again. This is my last plea to you.

Yours no more,

Becki

PS – Honey Mac is moving in, so make some room. Oh and he requires payment…he doesn’t come free you know.

MICHELANGELO’S MOTHER:
“Can’t you paint on walls like other children?
Do you have any idea how hard it is to
Get that stuff off the ceiling?”

NAPOLEON’S MOTHER:
“All right, if you aren’t hiding your report card
Inside your jacket, take your hand out of
There and show me.”

ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S MOTHER:
“Again with the stovepipe hat?
Can’t you just
Wear a baseball cap like the other kids?”

MARY’S MOTHER:
“I’m not upset that your lamb followed you to school.
But, I would like to know how he got a
Better grade than you.”

GEORGE WASHINGTON’S MOTHER:
“The next time I catch you throwing money across
The Potomac, you can kiss your allowance good-bye!”

THOMAS EDISON’S MOTHER:
“Of course I’m proud that you invented the
Electric light bulb.
Now, turn it off and get to bed!”

PAUL REVERE’S MOTHER:
“I don’t care where you think you have to go,
Young man,
Midnight is past your curfew.”

ALBERT EINSTEIN’S MOTHER:
“But it’s your senior picture.
Can’t you do something about your hair?
OY!
Styling gel,
Mousse,
Something…?”

In my mind, I was thinking, “yeah right”. But this is Lisa, she’s the go to person for issues like this by many.

To be honest, I wanted to figure it out myself and I didn’t want to go to her with my tail between my legs and say, “hey, I did this again”. My webhost was contacted, I’m still waiting for an answer, but Lisa rescued me, so now I can care less if they respond.

I won’t get into the techno-mumble-jumble about the issue at hand, but suffice it to say that Lisa B came to rescue and got my posts back. I’m a little embarrassed…ok alot embarrassed that I haven’t blogged here in almost a year. I honestly don’t care if anyone reads my blog, comments are nice, but they’re not my driving force. Sometimes you just need a little therapy you know? And blogging is a heck of a lot cheaper.

If you’re in a technical quandary…give her a holler.

After I was finished giving an overview of my passion for introverts, I received several text messages stating that they (the participants) would not have known that I was an introvert because of the way I was speaking. This kind of surprised me…maybe because of the stereotypes. The school of thought is that because we’re introverts, we don’t like people, we’re not public speakers, etc. Truth be told, I love talking to people…on the phone or in the box (internet). I can speak in front of a group if I have a purpose. It’s draining mentally and physically, but I can do it and do it well.

I know several wonderful public speakers including motivational speakers who fall under the category “introvert”. The one thing that usually hold true across the board for introverts is the fact that we take the time to formulate our presentations and our answers in advance. We are very introspective.

If you’re an introvert and want (or need) to speak in public take some time for yourself, prepare, take a break before the event and be sure to leave yourself downtime after the event. You can do it.

-Becki

- Becki

See I started homeschooling this year through the PAVCS (Pennsylvania Virtual Charter School). The first day (Wednesday) went pretty well, except for some minor hurdles. Then Thursday and today were filled with woes…mostly in phonics. OK, truthfully phonics was never my thing. But I followed the instructions on the supplied video, grasped the concept of their method and off I went. I’m not sure if it’s my reluctance coming through but my son can’t stand it. He’s five and already reads, perhaps he just feels like he doesn’t need it. I lack patience, but I don’t think I ever displayed patience the way I did on Thursday morning. The boy was literally kicking and screaming, but I went on with the teaching. Finally after 60 and in utter desperation in a booming voice he said “I want my Daddy to teach me!!!!” So out came Daddy and he got through the lesson in 20 minutes. That night Daddy and I talk about him teaching the boy phonics and he agreed without hesitation.

Friday morning and the boy sat down eagerly at his desk and we thought we were pretty cool because everything was under control. NOT!!! (Can I emphasize that any more?) Calm before the storm was more like it. Five minutes into the lesson he was bored out of his mind and started acting out. 30 minutes into the lesson came “I want my Mommy to teach me!!!!” So what can we say. We taught it together, which worked for about 10 minutes…but at least we got through it.

My son and I “school” for about 5 and a half hours every weekday. It’s rewarding and pretty draining on an introvert like myself. At about 3:30 when we’re finished, I am spent. I am trying to figure out how to convince my husband that I need about an hour of unwind time after the school day is over…a nap would feel wonderful. I asked for one today and he was none too sympathetic of my plight. He explained that he goes to bed with me at night and I make him wake up at a specified time, even though he’s not a morning person, so it gets in his crawl when I ask for a nap in the afternoon because he too feels like he never gets a break. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand where he is coming from. It’s not fair because I do have different expectations for him than I do for myself, so should I ask for a nap? Probably not, but still the only way I can describe my afternoons after school is “spent”…emotionally and physically. Think about it…even though I am working with a child, I am still exerting myself in an extrovert kind of way.

My evenings have been spent working, which I used to be able to accomplish during the day time. I can’t complain though. There are not many of us who have the ability to stay at home with our children and provide for them mentally and physically. I keep reminding myself that I can name about 25 people that I know who would kill for the life that I have.

Becki

OK, I’m desperate. It’s not that my life is dull, I can definitely take on writing about my son who always seems to get me into an extroverted mess but do I want this to turn into a mommy blog? No offense against mom blogs, I read a ton, but I want to focus more on business and myths surrounding introversion. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t speak to people regarding introversion/extroversion on the surface as well in the deep.

I’ve rambled enough, how do you get over a dry spell?

Becki