Part 2, Let’s Start with Monday. . . my mother the bully . . . January 2, 2010

CONTINUED:
Honestly I don’t think my step-father processed that by him asking me to call my mother…he was asking me to “fix something that I had done wrong”.  But that’s what was happening.  And that’s exactly the power play I think she had been trying to create.  I’m positive that after I called/!BLAM!med there was hell to pay coming from her.  She has NEVER admitted that she ever did a thing to feel sorry for.   I know for a fact that she had pressed, pushed, insulted, and degraded him all the years they have been married, making him wrong for all the problems.  She was doing it when I was living at home, I’ve seen it since.

Let’s start with Monday . . . December 31, 2009

I received a phone call from my brother on Monday around 10.  Here’s the snap shot details:
To my surprise my father had gone home from the hospital on Saturday.
Sunday night he had fallen.  His leg had gone numb.
He laid on the bedroom floor for 15 minutes before my mother got to him (they live in a double wide trailer, not too much space there so why so long???) she couldn’t help him so he

Growing Up The Child Inside . . . December 29, 2009

Einstein:
“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

For years I’ve pretty much been doing the same thing over and over again with my parents and expecting different results.  !BLAM!ming them was doing something different.

By not ever dealing honestly, openly, and calmly with the past and being straight up with them I swept everything under the carpet.  The result was I continued to get walked on and

What !BLAM!ming is doing for me, Part 2. . . December 23, 2009

What began as a drop, picking up my phone and !BLAM!ming my parents, has spread in ever expanding ripples in wonderful ways. Ways I never would have predicted.  The freedom and healing I’m experiencing has taken me by surprise.

What !BLAM!ming has done for me, Part 1 . . . December 22, 2009

Christmas bells are ringing, for me!

It’s been a week and two days since I called my parents and !BLAM!ed them. (click here for video) I took control of my life.  Stood up, as an adult and said, “Wait just a minute here…” and the results are continuing to be astounding.  Since I hung up it’s been a new experience.  My healing has taken off at warp speed.  Even John1 mentioned it today…

My thoughts since the !BLAM!ming of my parents. . . December 21, 2009

Quick note, my parents weren’t aware that I was going to be calling and !BLAM!ming.  That was a “cold call”.  They also didn’t know that we were filming. (re-posted video at bottom)

Thoughts since the !BLAM!…

A great metaphor for the forgotten child.

!BLAM!ming my parents was one of the best things I’ve ever done.  I feel so different inside.  I’m experiencing transformation daily.  I let my parents know that I was a forgotten child in all their violence, drama, and destruction.  And I did it calmly.  No screaming, no yelling, no my parents yelling back…  I let them know in a controlled, clear adult manner that what they did effected me.  That I’ve never stood up and said.  I had always

Part 4, Where I’ve come from…well “from” six years ago, and where I’m going . . . December 20, 2009

Continued…

Who knew that the project/business John1 and I started in August was going to go in the direction it has?  Not me.  Not him.  This is truly an organic process.  We followed a white rabbit and the hole keeps getting deeper, a little unnerving even, but we’re determined to keep up…

Here’s the end at the beginning…

Part 3, Where I’ve come from…well “from” six years ago, and where I’m going . . . December 19, 2009

Con’t…
I want success.  Both personal and business.  I want to “Make a Difference”.  I over the years there’s been a lot I’ve done in order to achieve this goal.  No one has to agree with what I’m doing and no one has to do what I’m doing.  Everyone is entitled to their life.  Since I’m entitled to mine, I’m doing my thing.  And I guess in that vain it makes me self-serving.  But don’t we all have to be self-serving to one degree or another to achieve our life goals?

Where I’ve come from, well “from” six years ago, and…where I’m going. . . December 17, 2009

My neighbors decorations. It's sweet. Had to share.

This path I’m on…discovering me.  Going from a housewife to a film maker has taken the most interesting twists and turns since it began.  It really proceeded my first blog post… I would say by 5-6 years.  A year or two before my divorce.  That’s when I began to have an uncontrollable drive to discover me.  To break out of the only role I had ever performed: Housewife.