Positive and Healthy Relationships

I really believe that whom you surround yourself does impact who you are and where you are heading. People come in and out of your life and sometimes it really hurts and other times, well, meh. Attitudes are contagious, is yours worth catching? I heard that somewhere. Seems to hold true.

I try to eliminate the assholes in my life as the need be. There are some assholes you may not be able to eliminate, in that case, limit the amount of time spent with those assholes. You must do what is best for you and your family, always. You must also try to surround yourself with encouraging, loving and supportive relationships with foundations of unconditional love, mutual respect and safety. What I mean by safety is you can have a big mouth with all the other qualities, but if they blab your biz to anyone who will listen, it leaves a feeling of betrayal and distrust. Make sense? GOOD!

After almost 17 years and 10 years of marriage, Brett and I have spent almost half of our lives together. We have had to grow up together, which can be pretty challenging. We still have our struggles, but it is amazing that I still WANT to be around him after all these years. He is my favorite person.

Brett is supportive, loving, funny, generous, caring and loves to help others. No, he is not perfect (but this blog isn't about how I wish he would check his pockets for Sharpies before throwing them down the laundry chute or his allergy to putting things away). I am not perfect either, but I think you have figured that out by now. Whenever Brett is doing something around here or out helping someone else in his free time, I feel like I should be doing the same. I read in Dear Abby about how if spouses just woke up everyday and thought "what can I do to help my spouse today to make their life easier?" then relationships might last longer. Something about this rang true to me, so that's where the push to work hard when he is came from.

One night, Brett left to go help out brother in law with a home improvement project. Ty was in bed and I thought this would be the perfect time for me to get some stuff rearranged in the basement in preparation of moving some of Tyson's toys down there from his 1st birthday. I was making excellent time, had moved some media towers, reorganized a bunch of things and was generally feeling great about it all. In this room that is a fancy heated storage unit located in one of the rooms in our basement (aka the crap room), were a couple TVs, one was a small 13 inch. I thought it to be a good idea to put it atop one of the media towers. Brilliant!! I heaved it up there and stood back to admire my handiwork. I noticed the tower was not level, so I had ANOTHER brilliant idea to fold up a chunk of paper to level one of those legs out!! Brills!!!!!!! You wouldn't believe it, but more brilliance shone through when I left the TV atop of the tower and got that paper under that leg!!!! BRILLS!! I stood up and was not satisfied completely and thought a small nudge would polish it off. BRILL-oh. That damn boxy TV came down cracking me in the nog. I caught it on my right shoulder and was so happy I could lower it with control to the floor, but what is going on??? Wait! Is that BLOOD? Dripping on the TV?!?! I swiftly went to the bathroom and when I mean swiftly, I mean I stumbled on everything in my path, ran into the frame of the door and tripped straight into the bathroom, all with my hand pressed on my forehead. I look in the mirror and slowly remove my hand. Blood gushing, almost in my eye, gashed pretty great. I grab some tissues (I buy Puffs, by the way) and hold them to my head. I grab the phone and call 911. No, not really. I called my parents, silly! I simply tell my dad that I need he and mom at my house immediately. Dad doesn't ask questions, just says "okay" and hangs up. I'm starting to feel a little woozie, so I call my sister. I tell her to which she asks if she should send Brett home. I tell her no, just talk to me until mom and dad get here. She is giggling and scolding me and asks if I want to talk to Brett. Now, with most of the stupid crap I do, I am SOOOOOO hesitant to tell Brett because of his reaction. His face says it all and thank God he wasn't there for me to see it. He sometimes doesn't fully appreciate my independent woman being (cue Destiny's Child song here). Anyhoo, my sister tells Brett and I can HEAR the reaction on his face. I tell them mom and dad are there to assess the situation and I am FINE! Dad comes barrelling down the stairs where I have propped myself up against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Mom follows. I move my hand to show my dad because I really cannot tell how bad it is. The look on his face and "it's pretty deep, T" said it all. I had blood on my face, glasses and all over the bathroom. My mom apparently doesn't handle blood well and in her panic, she STARTS CLEANING. I'm bleeding and yelling at my mom to stop cleaning it up!! I tell mom to sit at the house and listen for Ty and dad takes me to the ER. Can I also point out that my dad was Uncle Buck laughing the entire way to the ER? He kept saying "sorry, T!" when he would catch his breath. I said it was fine and joined in on the giggles until the headache set in. 2 hours later and some glue on my forehead two days before Tyson's 1st birthday party, I was back home. Yeah, this crap really happens to me.

Mom and dad left and shortly thereafter Brett came home. Sigh. I got the look and I explained the whole, you work hard, I work hard and Dear Abby said what?! He said he appreciated it, but wait to move TVs until he is home to do it for me. Dammit. Sigh. I haven't moved anything big since. Sigh.

Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those second guessing doing something nice for someone else, until next time...