Showing posts from October, 2011

Don't hush me

As I mentioned in my last post, I have people who are cyber stalking my posts here. Clinging to the very words I write and hoping to find some shred of whatever they can, to paint me the villain in their world.  Because I am such a horrible and rotten Pixie after all...

You can all stop laughing and rolling your eyes now.  I only marginally 'watch what I say' or post about here. Really not that tough when you say what you mean and mean what you say. Mum taught me long ago to be a straight up kind of person. It has always stuck with me.

I have thought of taking this blog to private, but is that really fair? Should I have to not only limit what I say, but hide it all too?  All the while I am being watched, knowing I am under their scrutiny, I have never wondered about them. Why? Well, two reasons actually. 1) I don't really care and 2) I have no use for people like them. I just have less to fret over since they are making a point of concerning themselves with things in my …

Blogger challenge

For anyone who has read the blog of the Cranky Old Man he recently began following me but also named me in a challenge. I love his blog for his unrepentant way of stating things.  Your a man after my own heart, Cranky!  

Here is what you do. You list blog posts that fall under each category, then 7 blogs to pass the challenge on to. So hang on, because here goes-

Most Beautiful- I would say this one has to be the poem about being by the beach.
Wanna get away?

Most Popular- By the number of comments alone, I would have to say there is a tie between a few posts, but Really? seems to have gotten its due here.

Most Controversial- without a doubt, Bad Pixie? Yep that's me!

Most Helpful-  Roots

Post whose success surprised-  Toxic Friendships  Didn't think I would get some of the responses I did, but then if 85% of women in the poll admitted to this- why wouldn't it?

Post that got undeserved attention- It's the little things Though I'm really not sure it got undeserved …

Because of a friend

Because of a friend,
I swallowed my pride.
I picked up the phone
and put the past aside.

I did what I could,
to help a friend in need.
It's just what you do,
in times like these.

When she called at a time,
that she normally didn't...
I answered the phone,
Never crossed my mind- I wouldn't.

To hear that she needed,
the help that she did
She turned to me,
when others just hid.

How could they do that?
Do they have no shame?
Apparently not.
They all play games.

As the plans fell through
On favors I sought,
things fell into place,
as she fell, she was caught.

But because of a friend,
I picked up the phone.
If I hadn't that day,
I might not have grown.

The things in the past,
that I had put aside.
May have gone unchanged,
Where part of me had died.

Instead they were new,
refreshed and restored.
A little different now,
maybe better than before.

So because of a friend,
someone I held dear,
has returned to their place
in my heart, always near.

Toxic friendships

How many of us can admit to having a toxic friendship?
You know the types-

-the self absorbed
-the downer
-the critic
-the underminer
-the flakes? 

I know at least three of these.  One person being two of them combined...

Apparently, according to a poll in Self magazine 84% of women have toxic friendships!  That's a pretty large number when you think about it.  What is even more frightening- wondering how many of them there actually are?

The one person I know is both a flake and a critic. Unreliable, but is beyond critical when they do show up.  In a way, I guess they are a bit of a narcisist too, since they show up or call only when it suits them, nobody else.

I also know someone who is or can be a narcisitic drain. Life is all about them. They know that nobody else matters, why don't the rest of us get that? What is there to understand? It's all about ME? As long as you play along- life is good. Utter something of importance that happened to you? Well who has t…