...but I'm just
Why Give A Crap What I Say? It's JUST me.
Why should you give a crap about me?  I have no idea... BUT....I want to thank you for joining me on my journey of a super shitty - averagely happy - drama filled - absolutely hilariously funny life.   I clearly feel the need to spill my guts about what is happening in my life to people I don't know. The funniest most off color TRUE stories you've ever heard - and when you least expect it, you'll cry like a baby.
The photo you are seeing is "my" yard in the summer.  A home is not a place it is the inhabitants that make it a home.  
With love, Alyce
August 28, 2012
August 26, 2012
August 2, 2012
...what is it all about?
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| Some would say this is my mantra. | 
I'm not a person that "asks" for things or favors.  Friends of mine do wonderfully generous things for me.  They offer.  "Do you need a ride?"  "Can I bring you coffee?"  Etc...
Let me say that I know this happens.  I'm not a blithering idiot that doesn't see people at their most generous.  I always ask, "Why the hell would anybody do anything for me?"  Yet, I have still not found the answer to that question.  
I am really very thankful, I am just have trouble wrapping my head around it.
Recently (like within the last 6 months) I've been called an ingrate, elitist, non-understanding bitch.  This came from people who gave me the most generous gift, their time.  I never asked, they just did it.
People tell me often that I believe "It's All About Alyce."  Alyce, that's me.  How can people say it's all about Alyce when Alyce...
- doesn't ask for anything?
- has never broken someone's heart.
- shares with friends and family more than I can sometimes.
- listens with a concerned ear.
- takes shit when she knows she should be throwin' it.
| I know... | 
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| ...duh | 
I've been in therapy for more then 3, that's right three decades.  I've talked, debated, cried, laughed and realized that it's a never ending process.  That's the beauty of being a mental patient doctor - you never graduate from going.  Seeing a therapist is a lifelong commitment.  The only reason to break up with this doctor is because you're moving - NOT because you've figured it out.
My husbands death solidified (as if I didn't know), it's not about me alone.  It's about my children and me, or my friends and me, or my family and me, or the man who walks by my side and me.  
I gotta say the common thread in all these relationships is I'm there.  So, perhaps it is all about me.  
- My choice to dis-continue relationships that are, well, not great...
- My choice to live out of my comfort zone ;-)
- My choice to cultivate relationships
- My choice to return favors the best way I know how
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| Kinda | 
Recently I asked for something - I didn't get it <I didn't think I would> but I still asked.  It did take upwards of 3 hours for me for me say it.   But I said it.  
I'm not sure what I thought would happen if I asked.  I know what I thought - I thought I'd be rejected.  I hate that.  Rejected (or so I thought) is what happened.  But, I didn't die - I didn't throw up - I might have eaten more at dinner than usual - but other than that I was fine.  
I originally said I was an idiot for asking someone to do something for me, as it didn't work like I hoped it might.  
What the hell, it didn't really hurt to ask.
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