I found this old post (note) on my fb page and thought it was just as good today as it was back in 10 when I wrote it. It was originally wrote on 10/21/2010... enjoy :) Very very LONG!
As I stood in the kitchen washing dishes, I began to reflect on different things today. Yes, I have a dishwasher and yes, it does indeed work. With that said, there is just something about doing this chore by hand that I find peace enough to talk to God and reflect on the choices I’ve made and the choices I’ve made for others in my life. I’m not sure what it is about this chore that relaxes me enough that thoughts flow through me like water from a faucet, perhaps its like the cleansing of the soul as well as the dishes. Never fails though, I feel better after a sink or two of dirty dishes.
Some days the “cleansing” is intense, massive, and quite frankly painful, but yet others are light, silly, and even whimsical. Everyone has a place or function they can be/do to have this same affect, and before you even dare say you don’t, you do. You just haven’t located or found it yet. My “safety zone” has always been my kitchen. I know, I know the old adage the woman’s place yada yada blah blah, but really that is where I feel the most comfortable, safe, and well free.
My thoughts today came from a few places; a phone call, a concerned friend, a blog post, and well another “runner.” I call us runners because lately we’ve been hiding, building walls, or straight out running away. Running from what or who? Ourselves!
The other runner is an amazing writer. She can put words into actions like an artist applies paint to a canvas. I envy her for this. If there was one thing I truly want to be better at (other than the outside appearance) would be this amazing communicating skill. Yes, it’s a skill. Some can be taught, while others seem to be naturals at it. She has the vocabulary that sparks interest, the choice of verbiage that makes even the most simple of phrases seem outstanding and awe inspiring. So I guess you would call this a gift that she’s been given. So in my dishes my thoughts float to her and her running and I am most grateful that she has “awakened” and found some peace within her.
Drifting in my thoughts comes another friend that took the time to call and find out why my distance from everyone is so prevalent and if I needed or wanted help. She didn’t mean that she could come over with a magic wand or with some new fandangled trick to make everything better, but she was simply offering a kind shoulder to lean/cry on, a box of tissues, and an ear to bend. She had no idea what was going on, but willing to help the only way she could, being a friend. Since finding her, my dear sweet friend, things usually get back into prospective with out the entire wall building and blocking. Unfortunately, she just wasn’t quite quick enough. There were no signs this time to see. This time things came too fast, too abrupt, too much, and hit me with a huge impact. I also had been reading some blogs at the same time which made me already start to reflect on some aspects of my life.
Two of these blogs came from a writer best known as Single Dad laughing. The first one was about perfection and the second was about breaking your child. These two blogs hit me hard. Way hard. I mean we all deal with the first one and the second really just goes hand in hand. The want and so call need for our children to behave ‘prim and proper’ 100% of the time in public. We all as parents have heard the people in stores with out children say things like “if that was my kid, I’d” (fill in the rest you’ve heard). So of course while reading these blogs I cried. No, correction, I bawled like a baby.
I started doing the whole good cop/bad cop routine and beating the crud out of myself. Asking things like; Do you believe you have the right to stomp on their hopes and dreams? NO! do you really think that you’re so perfect or special to deem them to be the same? NO! Who or what gives you the right to be the judge, jury, and executioner? Nothing gives me that. Just because you gave birth to them doesn’t give you the right to dictate who they are or will be. Yeah, this eternal beating went on for days. Ok, ok … weeks. More things were about to go way wrong in life than this simple banter.
At the time I was starting to reflect, my mother fell ill again. My Mom, the one person who knows EVERYTHING about me, my rock, the one that keeps me most grounded, makes things seem comfortable even when I don’t, and my very best friend. She was sick again and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing I could do to help but clean her house in anticipation of her arrival back home. So I cleaned her house and made it ready for when she could be home again. She is doing so much better now. She is home, safe, and doing well, where we like it (ok where I like her to be).
So my dishes were cleaned, rinsed, and drying on the rack when I somewhat “woke” up to realize that, no, I’m never going to be that perfect mom that I see some of my friends being, but I still get hugs, cards, love notes, kisses, and most importantly the “I love you, Mommy.” So I can’t be screwing up that horrible, I guess. I will never be that super pretty/popular mom that everyone flocks to for anything and everything from advice, to cooking, to the “OMG! How did you ever create that adorable________” (fill in the blank with whatever whatchamallit that was the hit of the class. So what am I then? I am me, just plain simple me. I am the woman with the two amazing, adorable, creative, energetic, polite, authentic, and loving children that love me no matter how bad I mess up. They are the best of me, and with any luck, very little of the worst in me. Would I say that I am an amazing person? Not in the slightest, but my kids are. Am I reliable, responsible, polite, charming, and fun? No, I’m not compared to my children. So am I a complete screw up? Not in the slightest, I have done at least two things very well in my life. May the Lord bless them more than he has blessed me, and believe me; I’ve been extremely well blessed.
Someone once told me that we never make mistakes, only discoveries. So may you make some fantastic, amazing, and horrific discoveries today, tomorrow, and for the rest of your lives. Sometimes what seems like a horrible mistake is actually the best and most amazing discovery of all time. So I guess I hope you screw up from time to time and make those amazing discoveries. :)
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Keeping up with appearances?
It seems that after a certain
point in our lives we have created a stigma around ourselves that others have
come to know us only to be. If you were creative in school then you were arty
or crafty, if you had a knack for the theatrical then you could have been a
drama star/queen, or if you were sporty then of course you were a jock (if you
hung with them too), and those that study were nerds. Labels we placed on each
other throughout our lives and herding us into a direction that would shape who
we were not really caring if we possessed other talents. Once in a place/label
you start to then maintain your status and you get sucked into this mainstream of
thinking until it dawns on you that do not have to be that person everyone said
you were.
The problem with trying to change that is usually when someone else sees the change in you and decides that they don’t like whatever it is you are doing. Usually it is because they don’t like change or fear that you will leave them/their way of thinking, which they will try and convince you that it is wrong for you to do said change. Being that in their own insecurities they tell us how awful this change is but sometimes you are lucky and have a supporter that will be your personal cheerleader. Most of us tend to hang on to the words that are spoken to us. It goes back to the whole thing about “if said enough, you start to believe it” theory which does tend to happen more often than we would all like. I know that my four readers are saying “whatever, I’m a strong person and no one tells me what to think/say/do” but if you really think about it, we all influence each other daily. If you are constantly told that you are terrible at writing then guess what usually happens. Yup, you quit writing and don’t give it a second thought because you are positive that you suck at it suddenly. This goes with anything really (art, sports, parenting, the way you look, etc.). One of the things I try to keep in mind for my kids when saying anything because once the damage is done, then the whole attitude of just keeping up with what everyone expects starts to happen.
Perhaps this is why I personally don’t tell many people that I like to write. If I have one piece that is good, then they will probably be expecting more which I can’t honestly be sure to give them. OR they hate everything I write and beg me to please just stop. The less people truly know, the less I can disappoint and all I have to do is keep up with appearances that they do know about, and that keeps me in a safe bubble. Fear of rejection is huge in some decision making. The problem with doing that is clearly that you become unhappy with the status quo and suddenly need to stretch out (for lack of better words) those talents or you start to fall into a rut or downward spiral of self-destruction. Here is where it can get tricky because you can either share your talents or simply hide them away. Yes, I know that one of the four will no doubt be clawing her way to kick my arse because how dare someone not share their talents or think less of one-self. She is probably right and she does inspire people to be greater while accepting themselves for who they are (even though she needs to be reminded herself) so I can’t say I don’t deserve a beat down in that area, but it all goes back to self-preservation and keeping up appearances (this doesn’t just go with talents, but also with health, personal relationships, outward beauty, and just about anything really). How much do you hide to just keep up the status quo…
This is just some more rantings from a looney woman… :)
The problem with trying to change that is usually when someone else sees the change in you and decides that they don’t like whatever it is you are doing. Usually it is because they don’t like change or fear that you will leave them/their way of thinking, which they will try and convince you that it is wrong for you to do said change. Being that in their own insecurities they tell us how awful this change is but sometimes you are lucky and have a supporter that will be your personal cheerleader. Most of us tend to hang on to the words that are spoken to us. It goes back to the whole thing about “if said enough, you start to believe it” theory which does tend to happen more often than we would all like. I know that my four readers are saying “whatever, I’m a strong person and no one tells me what to think/say/do” but if you really think about it, we all influence each other daily. If you are constantly told that you are terrible at writing then guess what usually happens. Yup, you quit writing and don’t give it a second thought because you are positive that you suck at it suddenly. This goes with anything really (art, sports, parenting, the way you look, etc.). One of the things I try to keep in mind for my kids when saying anything because once the damage is done, then the whole attitude of just keeping up with what everyone expects starts to happen.
Perhaps this is why I personally don’t tell many people that I like to write. If I have one piece that is good, then they will probably be expecting more which I can’t honestly be sure to give them. OR they hate everything I write and beg me to please just stop. The less people truly know, the less I can disappoint and all I have to do is keep up with appearances that they do know about, and that keeps me in a safe bubble. Fear of rejection is huge in some decision making. The problem with doing that is clearly that you become unhappy with the status quo and suddenly need to stretch out (for lack of better words) those talents or you start to fall into a rut or downward spiral of self-destruction. Here is where it can get tricky because you can either share your talents or simply hide them away. Yes, I know that one of the four will no doubt be clawing her way to kick my arse because how dare someone not share their talents or think less of one-self. She is probably right and she does inspire people to be greater while accepting themselves for who they are (even though she needs to be reminded herself) so I can’t say I don’t deserve a beat down in that area, but it all goes back to self-preservation and keeping up appearances (this doesn’t just go with talents, but also with health, personal relationships, outward beauty, and just about anything really). How much do you hide to just keep up the status quo…
This is just some more rantings from a looney woman… :)
Friday, March 23, 2012
Goofy stuff we’ve all done, right?
Yup, that’s right…step out of your
comfort zone and admit that you have done a few of these things. Well, that is
of course unless you are not human or have no sense of humor and humility.
Let’s start out in the bathroom because that just sounds like fun.
The “Hot Water Dance”
This is the dance you do when you fill your tub up with warm water to soak your worries away or awaiting the soap to bubble up and whisk you away. Mr. Bubbles apparently no longer really does this and it is only achieved in fairy tales (dagnab that Cinder-freakin-rella). So you are thinking “ah yeah!” and you go into the kitchen, pour yourself a nice glass of wine, grab the ipod for some “mood music” (not saying the Marvin Gaye type) and revisit the tub. You don’t even stop to think about checking the temp because, well, you weren’t gone that long and it can’t be that hot, right? WRONG! Wrong, oh my effin’ that is super-hot, wrong! So you then do the dance. This is when you raise one foot out of the water and stand like a flamingo alternating feet and using some choice words that your mother would definitely blush at and Grams is about to make you eat that soap. Why don’t we get out of the tub and just let it either cool down or add cold water? Where is the fun in that? We do the dance because it has mystical and enchanting powers making us feel better while giving thanks that no one is there to watch you.
The Crazy-Towel-Wrapping
The moment you are singing your favorite Adele song in the shower, all into it like the rock star you are, and the doorbell rings or you hear a crashing noise so you feel compelled to go “check it out.” You then grab that towel that you can’t really see because the shampoo/conditioner/facial cleanser is in your eyes and you wrap yourself thinking that you have covered all the important parts all to go sneaking around to check out the problem. Well, you think you’re being sneaky. At this point things could go either way at this point (gratifying that you were indeed sneaky or horrifying because the mailman now knows what you really look like) and it wouldn’t really matter because shame has nothing on you at this moment. Own it, fess up to it, and wear that wonky wrapped towel with pride.
The tripping/stubbing of body parts
We’ve all done it, run into something and then say choice words because it really did hurt, but turn to see if anyone is looking. Cats and dogs do this … cats are calm, cool, and collective, like they meant to do that and handle it with dignity; however, dogs don’t care if anyone sees this because HECK YEAH, that hurt like hell. Most of us are in between with the hooting/hollering right after the fact and with the hoppy jumpy dance we do (cuz that’s the magic jig that will make things so much better) and then look around and play it cool if someone is watching.
Have kids? Lock the bathroom door!
That second that you finally get to use the bathroom in your own house and for a brief shining moment thinking that you get to 5 minutes of peace is shattered with the unlocked door syndrome. The kids have an alarm system build into this door somehow because if you go in, they want to know the answer to the question you have already answered 3 times before but they just want confirmation. Want to take a shower in peace? Too bad, that is usually when one of the kids busts in and wants to chat. You secretly sob because dignity, self-respect/worth, and personal boundaries no longer exist but no one knows because the water washes it away unless of course you are not answering in time and they pull back the curtain to make sure you are both there and listening. Yes, this has happened. May this be a lesson for all, LOCK YOUR DOOR! If by chance you did lock the door because you have already learned this lesson then perhaps you now have the little fingers coming up from under the door usually followed by the words “what ya doing?” to which you can’t believe that you are going to have the poop conversation all over again while quite possibly doing the deed. Yay! As they grow up this isn’t so much a problem anymore but you may want to padlock your toiletries for the issue of “sharing” or “borrowing” which is a whole new issue.
Be careful while have tea with someone that cannot reach the sink or that can’t quite cook on her/his own… think about this and use your best judgment (the patties are not chocolate which would lead also to perhaps the *tea*).
Sometimes it is best to go overboard with directions … watering the plants could mean that they now reside in your shower.
I hope you all (the 4 of ya) giggled a bit, agreed (some, don’t worry, no one will know), thanked the stars that it wasn’t you, and enjoyed today’s rant. I bid you good whatever it is (day, night, happy hour).
The “Hot Water Dance”
This is the dance you do when you fill your tub up with warm water to soak your worries away or awaiting the soap to bubble up and whisk you away. Mr. Bubbles apparently no longer really does this and it is only achieved in fairy tales (dagnab that Cinder-freakin-rella). So you are thinking “ah yeah!” and you go into the kitchen, pour yourself a nice glass of wine, grab the ipod for some “mood music” (not saying the Marvin Gaye type) and revisit the tub. You don’t even stop to think about checking the temp because, well, you weren’t gone that long and it can’t be that hot, right? WRONG! Wrong, oh my effin’ that is super-hot, wrong! So you then do the dance. This is when you raise one foot out of the water and stand like a flamingo alternating feet and using some choice words that your mother would definitely blush at and Grams is about to make you eat that soap. Why don’t we get out of the tub and just let it either cool down or add cold water? Where is the fun in that? We do the dance because it has mystical and enchanting powers making us feel better while giving thanks that no one is there to watch you.
The Crazy-Towel-Wrapping
The moment you are singing your favorite Adele song in the shower, all into it like the rock star you are, and the doorbell rings or you hear a crashing noise so you feel compelled to go “check it out.” You then grab that towel that you can’t really see because the shampoo/conditioner/facial cleanser is in your eyes and you wrap yourself thinking that you have covered all the important parts all to go sneaking around to check out the problem. Well, you think you’re being sneaky. At this point things could go either way at this point (gratifying that you were indeed sneaky or horrifying because the mailman now knows what you really look like) and it wouldn’t really matter because shame has nothing on you at this moment. Own it, fess up to it, and wear that wonky wrapped towel with pride.
The tripping/stubbing of body parts
We’ve all done it, run into something and then say choice words because it really did hurt, but turn to see if anyone is looking. Cats and dogs do this … cats are calm, cool, and collective, like they meant to do that and handle it with dignity; however, dogs don’t care if anyone sees this because HECK YEAH, that hurt like hell. Most of us are in between with the hooting/hollering right after the fact and with the hoppy jumpy dance we do (cuz that’s the magic jig that will make things so much better) and then look around and play it cool if someone is watching.
Have kids? Lock the bathroom door!
That second that you finally get to use the bathroom in your own house and for a brief shining moment thinking that you get to 5 minutes of peace is shattered with the unlocked door syndrome. The kids have an alarm system build into this door somehow because if you go in, they want to know the answer to the question you have already answered 3 times before but they just want confirmation. Want to take a shower in peace? Too bad, that is usually when one of the kids busts in and wants to chat. You secretly sob because dignity, self-respect/worth, and personal boundaries no longer exist but no one knows because the water washes it away unless of course you are not answering in time and they pull back the curtain to make sure you are both there and listening. Yes, this has happened. May this be a lesson for all, LOCK YOUR DOOR! If by chance you did lock the door because you have already learned this lesson then perhaps you now have the little fingers coming up from under the door usually followed by the words “what ya doing?” to which you can’t believe that you are going to have the poop conversation all over again while quite possibly doing the deed. Yay! As they grow up this isn’t so much a problem anymore but you may want to padlock your toiletries for the issue of “sharing” or “borrowing” which is a whole new issue.
Be careful while have tea with someone that cannot reach the sink or that can’t quite cook on her/his own… think about this and use your best judgment (the patties are not chocolate which would lead also to perhaps the *tea*).
Sometimes it is best to go overboard with directions … watering the plants could mean that they now reside in your shower.
I hope you all (the 4 of ya) giggled a bit, agreed (some, don’t worry, no one will know), thanked the stars that it wasn’t you, and enjoyed today’s rant. I bid you good whatever it is (day, night, happy hour).
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Welcome? Sir CrazyPants the plumber…
So I will now go into the
original ranting’s of the Adventures in whatever it was since we now have a
back story on the plumber now known as Sir CrazyPants.
As you know from the last entry, CrazyPants shows up unannounced and thanks to the Powers-that-be, he leaves and comes back later that same day. Being that at first the story is absolutely hilarious due to the crazy-lady-in-a-towel dance that I did to praying and trying to get dressed in a hurry, I thought I would share with a friend that was not having a good day. So I start to share the story with her and she indeed does giggle at/with me (sounds strange but trust me, it was funny). So he comes in with this other guy that I don’t know and goes to the bathroom. Turns on the light, stares at the ceiling for five minutes, and neither of them say a word to each other. The smaller dude (we shall call him the SaneOne) starts to mark and cut a hole out. What I hear from my living room went something like this:
CP: What are you doing?
SO: Cutting a hole. We need a hole, right?
CP: Yeah, ok. I’ll go get the ladder and stuff.
This is where my anxiety starts kicking a bit and I quickly IM my friend (who was having a bad day). I send a silent prayer that my hubby comes back from the gym early so that I can go to work without fear of my house being completely torn apart. S.O. goes out and starts going into the attic so that he can now wire a fancy-dancy new switch to operate my new vent/light. Cool. Wait, nope, not so cool as the conversation really sends me into anxiety overdrive.
SO: Hey, I think I’m in the wrong spot. Can you see me? (I’m thinking eff no he can’t see you, you’re in the attic sir flowerbrain)
CP: Nope, you should be good, keep going.
SO: No, I’m positive I’m not in the right spot.
CP: Just keep going. I don’t even see a hole.
SO: Seriously? I just hit something that isn’t drywall. I’m in the wrong place.
CP: You're in her pantry.
SO: How? I thought you said…
CP: Well I don't know but you're still drilling her pantry. Back it up. The ceiling is falling but you're still in her pantry. Try her again.
O.M.G! There is a hole in my pantry and he wasn’t going to tell me about it. WTF? I start to believe that there just isn’t enough vino in the world to ease me out of this new set of nervousness and distress, so I IM my writer friend and tell her about it. We then agree that there is not enough vino and that we should switch houses for one day. I commented to her about the blind leading the blind in my house and how I almost had a light switch for my bathroom in the pantry and she had arachnid issues (shivers just thinking about it) and publishers being pricks (hello, read the books first before you say no, a-holes). We declared the day a wash.
At the end of the morning I had a working vent fan that of course vented into MY ATTIC. Hello to another WTF moment. Sir CrazyPants then informs me that they will be back in a few weeks to fix the vent issue. Yeah, GREAT! So when does he come back you ask? HAHAHA! He got me again, that sneaky fartknocker, two days later and not two weeks. Crap! Here we go again with the whole “he’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
So this time when I come back upstairs I quickly open up the door so that the screen door is letting in some wonderful air while I go to the bathroom to finish getting ready (hair/makeup/brushing teeth/stuff) and I hear his truck pull up. No big, knew he was coming back anyway so I expected to hear the doorbell. NOPE! Sir CrazyPants just walks right on in like he owns the joint and gets into my kitchen before he thinks about yelling out “Hello?” and so I peer out of the bathroom going “umm HeLlO?!” and our conversations goes a bit like this:
CP: Yeah, we’re going to fix that little problem with the vent.
Me: ok, well thanks.
(now he is in my personal space and I’m thinking Oh no, don’t go there) CP: Well we should be done pretty quickly.
Me: great, well I have to get ready for work so I will let you get to work now. (he is literally staring at me for a few moments and then goes to work)
CP and SO leave a ladder unattended in my driveway and the wind gets hold of it causing it to gauge in my BRAND NEW door. Awesomesauce… Yes, he is paying for it, begrudgingly, but still doing it all the same. Needless to say, he will not be doing any more work at this house thanks to the shenanigans that happened this last few times. *Choirs sing “Hallelujah”*
I leave you with happy thoughts and blessings of a better day. I do have a very nice working vent/light in my bathroom with the switch in the bathroom so BLESSED BE! :)
As you know from the last entry, CrazyPants shows up unannounced and thanks to the Powers-that-be, he leaves and comes back later that same day. Being that at first the story is absolutely hilarious due to the crazy-lady-in-a-towel dance that I did to praying and trying to get dressed in a hurry, I thought I would share with a friend that was not having a good day. So I start to share the story with her and she indeed does giggle at/with me (sounds strange but trust me, it was funny). So he comes in with this other guy that I don’t know and goes to the bathroom. Turns on the light, stares at the ceiling for five minutes, and neither of them say a word to each other. The smaller dude (we shall call him the SaneOne) starts to mark and cut a hole out. What I hear from my living room went something like this:
CP: What are you doing?
SO: Cutting a hole. We need a hole, right?
CP: Yeah, ok. I’ll go get the ladder and stuff.
This is where my anxiety starts kicking a bit and I quickly IM my friend (who was having a bad day). I send a silent prayer that my hubby comes back from the gym early so that I can go to work without fear of my house being completely torn apart. S.O. goes out and starts going into the attic so that he can now wire a fancy-dancy new switch to operate my new vent/light. Cool. Wait, nope, not so cool as the conversation really sends me into anxiety overdrive.
SO: Hey, I think I’m in the wrong spot. Can you see me? (I’m thinking eff no he can’t see you, you’re in the attic sir flowerbrain)
CP: Nope, you should be good, keep going.
SO: No, I’m positive I’m not in the right spot.
CP: Just keep going. I don’t even see a hole.
SO: Seriously? I just hit something that isn’t drywall. I’m in the wrong place.
CP: You're in her pantry.
SO: How? I thought you said…
CP: Well I don't know but you're still drilling her pantry. Back it up. The ceiling is falling but you're still in her pantry. Try her again.
O.M.G! There is a hole in my pantry and he wasn’t going to tell me about it. WTF? I start to believe that there just isn’t enough vino in the world to ease me out of this new set of nervousness and distress, so I IM my writer friend and tell her about it. We then agree that there is not enough vino and that we should switch houses for one day. I commented to her about the blind leading the blind in my house and how I almost had a light switch for my bathroom in the pantry and she had arachnid issues (shivers just thinking about it) and publishers being pricks (hello, read the books first before you say no, a-holes). We declared the day a wash.
At the end of the morning I had a working vent fan that of course vented into MY ATTIC. Hello to another WTF moment. Sir CrazyPants then informs me that they will be back in a few weeks to fix the vent issue. Yeah, GREAT! So when does he come back you ask? HAHAHA! He got me again, that sneaky fartknocker, two days later and not two weeks. Crap! Here we go again with the whole “he’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
So this time when I come back upstairs I quickly open up the door so that the screen door is letting in some wonderful air while I go to the bathroom to finish getting ready (hair/makeup/brushing teeth/stuff) and I hear his truck pull up. No big, knew he was coming back anyway so I expected to hear the doorbell. NOPE! Sir CrazyPants just walks right on in like he owns the joint and gets into my kitchen before he thinks about yelling out “Hello?” and so I peer out of the bathroom going “umm HeLlO?!” and our conversations goes a bit like this:
CP: Yeah, we’re going to fix that little problem with the vent.
Me: ok, well thanks.
(now he is in my personal space and I’m thinking Oh no, don’t go there) CP: Well we should be done pretty quickly.
Me: great, well I have to get ready for work so I will let you get to work now. (he is literally staring at me for a few moments and then goes to work)
CP and SO leave a ladder unattended in my driveway and the wind gets hold of it causing it to gauge in my BRAND NEW door. Awesomesauce… Yes, he is paying for it, begrudgingly, but still doing it all the same. Needless to say, he will not be doing any more work at this house thanks to the shenanigans that happened this last few times. *Choirs sing “Hallelujah”*
I leave you with happy thoughts and blessings of a better day. I do have a very nice working vent/light in my bathroom with the switch in the bathroom so BLESSED BE! :)
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Adventures in ….plumbing?
Yes, this entry is all sir
crazyplumberpants but first a little back story for you. I am your typical
“Daddy’s girl” and “baby” of the family. I get into trouble, can’t figure my way
out, I call daddy and he helps me get back on track. Character flaw? Absolutely
but I own that flaw. Now that doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to do stuff,
it just means that sometimes I go WAY OVERBOARD with the things I do. Perhaps
this explains why I have as many jobs/volunteer for as many things as I do. I
could list them but quite frankly NO ONE CARES and that includes me (90% of the
time). Moving on with the back story, we had nasty metal pipes in the house
that needed “updating” and so I asked my Dad about who I should call to fix it.
He hired this guy he knew from a guy that knew this other guy that knew someone
that did that (see where I’m going with this here) and so we are using the
“good o’ boy” system. Meaning everyone else said he was ok also meaning “don’t
worry about it, Sis, we got this.” This guy comes into my house and starts
changing all the pipes which is exactly what I wanted, however, what I didn’t
want was the mess he left for me to clean up and ruined a BRAND NEW cleaning
bucket and didn’t bother to say a word about anything. He leaves, go up to the
bank and charges my dad for the “job well done” and goes on about his life
UNTIL I have to call him again because yes, you guessed it, they (new plumbing)
is leaking and not working quite right. He comes back and I may have made
mention loudly on the phone (hello passive-aggressive move) about how my new
bucket is ruined and I had to spend 2 DAYS cleaning up a mess only to find a
much bigger mess where the pipes were leaking. He then calls my dad and apologizes
to him and does nothing else about it. Yup, that is why I begged/pleaded/stated
my case against ever hiring this “good o’ boy” again. Should have worked right?
Nope! He was hired to fix something else, and then since I couldn’t get my
point across I started to hire my own guy to fix things…. Whom you might ask?
ME! I am woman; hear me curse like a drunken sailor all the while putting in
new shower fixtures, sinks and faucets, and pipes. That’s right, I CAN do this.
Well no, I can’t all the time…which is now where we are with the vent.
So we were going to hire out my uncle but apparently summer was vastly approaching and we needed this vent put in to avoid more problems that would occur from the moisture that collects/builds. My dad, God love him because I do too, was helping but temporally lost his memory about said guy because guess who was at my door to fix it. Yup, comes and knocks/pounds on the door unannounced… no scratch that, 3 weeks late. I was, of course, not expecting said man to be there at all let alone that particular day and so went on getting ready for the day as if I had the whole “school day” to do so. Yup, you guessed it, he came right as I was IN THE SHOWER! The nerve, ha! So I do that whole not-so-sneaky thing and wrap a towel around my body and peak around the corner of my kitchen to see the door and HE WAS LOOKING IN! Eek! Almost break a hip turning around to hide in what I’m sure is a not so safe place, but still send a silent plea to the Lord above. I’m sure it was something along the lines of: “Please, please, please make him go away for 10 minutes. I would be forever grateful. I will TRY to keep track of things better and be a better person/mother/wife/daughter. I would only like him to go away for like ten minutes, please Lord, I beg of thee.” I do believe it was the use of “thee” that I suddenly hear his truck start and peel out of my short driveway. I send another prayer and blessing to the Lord and run down the stairs (still sopping wet mind you) and dang near trip/slip/slide into the couch in the basement which hold about 3 baskets of clean clothes. It is noted not that when you want to find something in a hurry and in fear of another unexpected guest (hello, daddy knows code to get into house) you cannot find a single thing except your cell phone which is lighting up with notifications of a MISSED CALL from mom. Aw crap! I call her and am unable to control the panic in my voice and my anxiety is soaring. She calms me down and I get ready and await the guy to show back up.
Since this is super long, I will save you the details on this bloggityblog entry but go into details next entry. We do have a working vent in the bathroom.
So we were going to hire out my uncle but apparently summer was vastly approaching and we needed this vent put in to avoid more problems that would occur from the moisture that collects/builds. My dad, God love him because I do too, was helping but temporally lost his memory about said guy because guess who was at my door to fix it. Yup, comes and knocks/pounds on the door unannounced… no scratch that, 3 weeks late. I was, of course, not expecting said man to be there at all let alone that particular day and so went on getting ready for the day as if I had the whole “school day” to do so. Yup, you guessed it, he came right as I was IN THE SHOWER! The nerve, ha! So I do that whole not-so-sneaky thing and wrap a towel around my body and peak around the corner of my kitchen to see the door and HE WAS LOOKING IN! Eek! Almost break a hip turning around to hide in what I’m sure is a not so safe place, but still send a silent plea to the Lord above. I’m sure it was something along the lines of: “Please, please, please make him go away for 10 minutes. I would be forever grateful. I will TRY to keep track of things better and be a better person/mother/wife/daughter. I would only like him to go away for like ten minutes, please Lord, I beg of thee.” I do believe it was the use of “thee” that I suddenly hear his truck start and peel out of my short driveway. I send another prayer and blessing to the Lord and run down the stairs (still sopping wet mind you) and dang near trip/slip/slide into the couch in the basement which hold about 3 baskets of clean clothes. It is noted not that when you want to find something in a hurry and in fear of another unexpected guest (hello, daddy knows code to get into house) you cannot find a single thing except your cell phone which is lighting up with notifications of a MISSED CALL from mom. Aw crap! I call her and am unable to control the panic in my voice and my anxiety is soaring. She calms me down and I get ready and await the guy to show back up.
Since this is super long, I will save you the details on this bloggityblog entry but go into details next entry. We do have a working vent in the bathroom.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The potential for snow = freak the freak out!
Today
was just like any normal day, wake up, and get the kids ready and yada yada
yada. That was all fine and dandy until the weatherman speaks. I don’t usually
hear the weather guys because I quit listening to him, I mean come on, and he
lies to me more often than he tells the truth. So I didn’t hear him say that
after a wonderfully gorgeous day yesterday, that today would be full of rain,
sleet, and possibly snow and got to work thinking all was well. I HAD a full
schedule when I walk into work which made me super duper happy and ready to
tackle the day. I had about an hour to “kill” before my first client came in to
which I started to get everything ready for her. Got the chair cleaned and
cleaned again, the tub sanitized (twice), and everything I needed to provide
the best service for her lined up. Cancellation after cancellation due to what “might”
be and right now it is only raining. Which just means that the stores will have
a surge in sales and I won’t be able to find the regular stuff I buy every
Thursday because of the “could be blizzard.” I figured why let all that go to
waste now that I have two open spots for pedicures, treat yourself, girlfriend,
you are entitled to it. So as I’m sitting here having my own little wonderful
pedicure, my mind wonders as it often does.
Love that word “entitled.” Yes, I do believe that it is over used and for many different reasons. An advertising company for instance, uses the word knowing that it will make the consumer think “that’s right, I’m worth it and I deserve it” and then they have you hook, line, and sinker. Congrats you have fallen prey to one of the most powerful advertising words out there. Want to know the others? They are easy to spot once you know what they are… FREE! Gotcha didn’t I? Yup, you guessed it, that is another and only two more to go, and I want you to know because you are a preferred reader. Empowered you there for a minute didn’t I with the whole “preferred” thing. You see it all the time, preferred customers only or get on our preferred client list. HELLO! Gimmick alert going off. Last one is guarantee because we all want to make sure we are getting the “best bang for our buck” so we all look for that word. Think about it, you go out to buy a car and you want warranties and guarantees to back up the products or you hear some sales pitch with the words “we will guarantee your satisfaction or your money back.” Wow that one line had two things fight against us, guarantee or it’s free?! Scary how often people (myself included) fall prey to that because there is usually some microscopic print that has a disclaimer for everything you could find fault with. Damn the luck.
So now my thoughts are wrapped around advertising and I have come to the realization that I have finished yet another rambling blog but also my pedicure. To think that when I started it, I couldn’t even decide what color to use and now that it is done and I don’t recall making that decision, my toes are done and quite charming, thank you. I bid you farewell for today or until I come up with another totally useless rambling bloggityblog blog. :-) Blessed be
Love that word “entitled.” Yes, I do believe that it is over used and for many different reasons. An advertising company for instance, uses the word knowing that it will make the consumer think “that’s right, I’m worth it and I deserve it” and then they have you hook, line, and sinker. Congrats you have fallen prey to one of the most powerful advertising words out there. Want to know the others? They are easy to spot once you know what they are… FREE! Gotcha didn’t I? Yup, you guessed it, that is another and only two more to go, and I want you to know because you are a preferred reader. Empowered you there for a minute didn’t I with the whole “preferred” thing. You see it all the time, preferred customers only or get on our preferred client list. HELLO! Gimmick alert going off. Last one is guarantee because we all want to make sure we are getting the “best bang for our buck” so we all look for that word. Think about it, you go out to buy a car and you want warranties and guarantees to back up the products or you hear some sales pitch with the words “we will guarantee your satisfaction or your money back.” Wow that one line had two things fight against us, guarantee or it’s free?! Scary how often people (myself included) fall prey to that because there is usually some microscopic print that has a disclaimer for everything you could find fault with. Damn the luck.
So now my thoughts are wrapped around advertising and I have come to the realization that I have finished yet another rambling blog but also my pedicure. To think that when I started it, I couldn’t even decide what color to use and now that it is done and I don’t recall making that decision, my toes are done and quite charming, thank you. I bid you farewell for today or until I come up with another totally useless rambling bloggityblog blog. :-) Blessed be
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Lent, fb, and Pinterest…. What?
Two heavy blog posts back to
back?! What was I thinking? Oh wait, that’s right, I let my emotions get the
best of me because I’m human. So with that it’s time to get back to lighter
things and perhaps regain some smiles and laughter.
Some today are thinking very diligently on what they will give up for lent and then posting this on Facebook (fb). The problem with that is that you are now held accountable for your actions and some think they have the solution to that, they simple make up new rules for lent. For instance I saw one person say they were giving up alcohol except for a birthday party, St. Paddy’s weekend, and a Vegas trip. I seriously have to laugh at this because I question at what point are they really giving up anything, during the week perhaps. I heard on the news that some were going to give up fb and again I question some of these because one said that they would give up fb except for on their phone. Admit it, you’re smiling at this one because most of us know that from most mobile devices you can still do almost all of fb’ing that you would normally do. So then I come to folks like my dad who gives the same thing up every year and he always hold that “Sunday is a free day. Day of rest.” For some reason I don’t think Jesus’ dad gave him that option. Just a thought. My children said that they are grateful but not giving up anything since it isn’t required in our religion, nice. Me? No, I just try to be a better person during that time because let’s face it… that is hard work and it’s like a new year’s resolution, at first I do amazing but then fizzle out when it gets tough. I am weak in that regards but strong enough to admit that faults (well that one anyway otherwise I’m perfect HAHA!). Ok, seriously I will TRY to give up cursing as much (dagnabit this will be hard). I think that I will look to my good and evil friend Pinterest to help me come up with a cute thing to help with this. I love to hate that site.
Why would anyone love/hate that wonderful/devil site? Well think about it for just a second. That site has a compilation of everything and ideas of future things you didn't even know you wanted to do until someone “pinned” it to their board and you suddenly get the urge to do crafts (even when you have never done anything “crafty” in your life). Sneaky website, making me want to do new ideas and try new things. What is wrong with that? Nothing, that isn't the problem. The problem is how much time I spend on there finding these new wonderful and incredible things. I find myself going “oh yeah, I saw that on Pinterest. Have you tried that site yet? It’s amazing!” Later I will go on there to see if I can find a nail design and then TA-DAH…just like magic! I have spent the last 3 hours looking at ALL the coolest nail ideas EVER and still not finding the exact one I was looking for to begin with. I do love that site though. I know, you are going “That’s it, girlfriend! Give up Pinterest for lent.” Heck to the no (see didn't swear haha). That is cutting it too close to Prom for my likings and I will need hair/nail ideas to go with this year. So I will bid you farewell for the night/day whatever it is when you read this, if you actually read this and happy Ash Wednesday. Blessed be :-)
Some today are thinking very diligently on what they will give up for lent and then posting this on Facebook (fb). The problem with that is that you are now held accountable for your actions and some think they have the solution to that, they simple make up new rules for lent. For instance I saw one person say they were giving up alcohol except for a birthday party, St. Paddy’s weekend, and a Vegas trip. I seriously have to laugh at this because I question at what point are they really giving up anything, during the week perhaps. I heard on the news that some were going to give up fb and again I question some of these because one said that they would give up fb except for on their phone. Admit it, you’re smiling at this one because most of us know that from most mobile devices you can still do almost all of fb’ing that you would normally do. So then I come to folks like my dad who gives the same thing up every year and he always hold that “Sunday is a free day. Day of rest.” For some reason I don’t think Jesus’ dad gave him that option. Just a thought. My children said that they are grateful but not giving up anything since it isn’t required in our religion, nice. Me? No, I just try to be a better person during that time because let’s face it… that is hard work and it’s like a new year’s resolution, at first I do amazing but then fizzle out when it gets tough. I am weak in that regards but strong enough to admit that faults (well that one anyway otherwise I’m perfect HAHA!). Ok, seriously I will TRY to give up cursing as much (dagnabit this will be hard). I think that I will look to my good and evil friend Pinterest to help me come up with a cute thing to help with this. I love to hate that site.
Why would anyone love/hate that wonderful/devil site? Well think about it for just a second. That site has a compilation of everything and ideas of future things you didn't even know you wanted to do until someone “pinned” it to their board and you suddenly get the urge to do crafts (even when you have never done anything “crafty” in your life). Sneaky website, making me want to do new ideas and try new things. What is wrong with that? Nothing, that isn't the problem. The problem is how much time I spend on there finding these new wonderful and incredible things. I find myself going “oh yeah, I saw that on Pinterest. Have you tried that site yet? It’s amazing!” Later I will go on there to see if I can find a nail design and then TA-DAH…just like magic! I have spent the last 3 hours looking at ALL the coolest nail ideas EVER and still not finding the exact one I was looking for to begin with. I do love that site though. I know, you are going “That’s it, girlfriend! Give up Pinterest for lent.” Heck to the no (see didn't swear haha). That is cutting it too close to Prom for my likings and I will need hair/nail ideas to go with this year. So I will bid you farewell for the night/day whatever it is when you read this, if you actually read this and happy Ash Wednesday. Blessed be :-)
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Seriously now, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
I will not lie; I will be
completely on a soap box and ranting tonight. If you feel the need to bash
anything I write here, fine, start your own damn blog but for now I have some
issues (hahaha I just admitted to having issues) to get off my chest.
We all know that there has been some major controversy over the whole Planned Parenthood (PP) and anything that seems to be associated with it. Also there have been some strange things happening in the state of Indiana. I can honestly say “thank goodness I don’t live there” but also must say “OMG! These people all speak for us.”
In that state there was a chance that the state was going to get rid of all licensing for Cosmetologists /barbers/nail techs. Let’s think about this one shall we? You go in to get your hair just slightly trimmed and dagnabit, the stylist nicked your neck but not even enough to bleed but they knew. Now let’s go through all the sanitation steps it takes to cleanse the client, the station, the instruments used, and make the whole area safe for the next client. Now let’s take those rules and regulations away and the same thing happens but this client is carrying Hepatitis B. The stylist knows that they scraped the neck but since it didn’t break skin it’s all good right? WRONG! Without the rules of sanitation the stylist has the opportunity to spread this all around because WHO CARES there is NO RULES. Nice job fellas. This is not the place to “save a buck” if you will. Iowa has stopped doing the practical part of the exams a long time ago which in my opinion was wrong because lots of people can pass a written exam especially if it is multiple choice, need I say more?
Moving on to the next thing… PP. Everyone that is all in an uproar about the fact that they do a few abortions but failing to see what all they do BESIDES that drives me crazy. That is like going to a major supermarket saying that they are horrible awful and immoral because they carry whole milk and from a COW! Yes, seems quite strange to compare the two but that’s essentially what you are doing. They offer many services but yet some are determined to judge based on one. Break down the name: Planned = to make plans for: to plan one's vacation; Parenthood = an organism or organization that has produced one or more organisms or organizations similar to itself. So if one thinks about the actual name then you would come to the conclusion that it is a program developed to HELP PLAN TO BE A PARENT. Wait a tic… you mean that you didn’t know that?! WAKE THE HECK UP PEOPLE! They have since then developed into a bigger organization and have added new services to help prevent health issues for women and yet maintain the original goal of helping people PLAN TO BE PARENTS. So wait, again you didn’t realize that when science has discovered more issues for women and with that, comes bigger price tags for help, that they were STILL THERE TO HELP WOMEN?!? Yes, with the good comes the bad but that doesn’t mean that you get to determine which is which. Who died and made you God? I guess I missed that memo. I don’t know and don’t care what religion you are and what you believe (freedom is why my ancestors caught a boat here) and please don’t force it on me. So now we have all these self-righteous people out there saying that they know everything about everyone and know exactly what everyone should and will do because they DEEM IT SO and at the same time are upset because their own kids are acting out and trying to be a reality TV star. Congrats! And no thanks, I guess I’ll stick to my heathen ways and continue to pray to my God and beg forgiveness TO HIM and not you all the while raising my kids.
Moving on… Girl Scouts. The lawmaker in Indiana apparently doesn’t know much about the Girl Scouts and therefore must take the ranting of a misconstrued blogger as high quality factorial evidence of what is (or really not). I have seen that some are trying to protest the sales of GS cookies because they let a child go to a function that was transgender. So let me get this straight… you can’t not let a girl go to an all boy event because it is sexist but yet a small child that is gender confused and doesn’t fit in anywhere cannot be allowed because DEAR LORD THE PLUMMIN’ IS WRONG. May nothing ever go wrong in your life and you need to lean on anyone that might be “different.” HAHAHAHAHA! Good luck with that, Butternuts! So now we are "All the rest are feminists, lesbians, or Communists." Well I’ll be a feminist then or lesbian or communist I guess because I was a GS and now love the troop my daughter is in. OH DEAR WORD, I HAVE A DAUGHTER IN GIRL SCOUTS! Someone stop the presses because that would mean that I am subjecting her to a group that has a "radically pro-abortion" Michelle Obama is honorary president of Girl Scouts of America, which "should give each of us reason to pause before our individual or collective endorsement of the organization." Wow, just wow. I bet this guy’s momma is real proud and saying “yup, that’s my boy!” Where am I getting this you asked… here’s a linky link: http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/21/10469492-lawmaker-radical-girl-scouts-out-to-destroy-american-family-values and guess what folks... "After talking to some well-informed constituents, I did a small amount of Web-based research, and what I found is disturbing," is what he is basing all this on. Think about what he said. Well-informed? I have to laugh because anyone that is disgruntled with a decision that any organization makes can turn stats to their favor. I read somewhere that a lady wrote that in the 70’s she had to do a “pagan” ritual before the meeting for GS. Well let’s go there shall we? The girls in my daughter’s troop have to *wait for it because it is horrible and immoral* HOLD HANDS *gasps in pure horror* while they say the scout pledge and law. WAIT! That’s it?? What is so horrible about that? Oh wait, I know… we are teaching the girls about friendship and sisterhood which is now labeled “feminists, lesbians, or Communists.”
I am seriously tired of everyone thinking that they have the “RIGHT” to determine what is good for everyone else. For those that are heavily offended, GOOD and for those that are not GREAT and for everyone else AWESOME! I don’t like being told what to do, but will usually do it provided that it is indeed the right thing to do, but to take away my choice completely and I will without a doubt rebel against you. Think about that as you do this to everyone else because most detest having their choices made for them without so much as a word in. Sleep well and blessed be….
We all know that there has been some major controversy over the whole Planned Parenthood (PP) and anything that seems to be associated with it. Also there have been some strange things happening in the state of Indiana. I can honestly say “thank goodness I don’t live there” but also must say “OMG! These people all speak for us.”
In that state there was a chance that the state was going to get rid of all licensing for Cosmetologists /barbers/nail techs. Let’s think about this one shall we? You go in to get your hair just slightly trimmed and dagnabit, the stylist nicked your neck but not even enough to bleed but they knew. Now let’s go through all the sanitation steps it takes to cleanse the client, the station, the instruments used, and make the whole area safe for the next client. Now let’s take those rules and regulations away and the same thing happens but this client is carrying Hepatitis B. The stylist knows that they scraped the neck but since it didn’t break skin it’s all good right? WRONG! Without the rules of sanitation the stylist has the opportunity to spread this all around because WHO CARES there is NO RULES. Nice job fellas. This is not the place to “save a buck” if you will. Iowa has stopped doing the practical part of the exams a long time ago which in my opinion was wrong because lots of people can pass a written exam especially if it is multiple choice, need I say more?
Moving on to the next thing… PP. Everyone that is all in an uproar about the fact that they do a few abortions but failing to see what all they do BESIDES that drives me crazy. That is like going to a major supermarket saying that they are horrible awful and immoral because they carry whole milk and from a COW! Yes, seems quite strange to compare the two but that’s essentially what you are doing. They offer many services but yet some are determined to judge based on one. Break down the name: Planned = to make plans for: to plan one's vacation; Parenthood = an organism or organization that has produced one or more organisms or organizations similar to itself. So if one thinks about the actual name then you would come to the conclusion that it is a program developed to HELP PLAN TO BE A PARENT. Wait a tic… you mean that you didn’t know that?! WAKE THE HECK UP PEOPLE! They have since then developed into a bigger organization and have added new services to help prevent health issues for women and yet maintain the original goal of helping people PLAN TO BE PARENTS. So wait, again you didn’t realize that when science has discovered more issues for women and with that, comes bigger price tags for help, that they were STILL THERE TO HELP WOMEN?!? Yes, with the good comes the bad but that doesn’t mean that you get to determine which is which. Who died and made you God? I guess I missed that memo. I don’t know and don’t care what religion you are and what you believe (freedom is why my ancestors caught a boat here) and please don’t force it on me. So now we have all these self-righteous people out there saying that they know everything about everyone and know exactly what everyone should and will do because they DEEM IT SO and at the same time are upset because their own kids are acting out and trying to be a reality TV star. Congrats! And no thanks, I guess I’ll stick to my heathen ways and continue to pray to my God and beg forgiveness TO HIM and not you all the while raising my kids.
Moving on… Girl Scouts. The lawmaker in Indiana apparently doesn’t know much about the Girl Scouts and therefore must take the ranting of a misconstrued blogger as high quality factorial evidence of what is (or really not). I have seen that some are trying to protest the sales of GS cookies because they let a child go to a function that was transgender. So let me get this straight… you can’t not let a girl go to an all boy event because it is sexist but yet a small child that is gender confused and doesn’t fit in anywhere cannot be allowed because DEAR LORD THE PLUMMIN’ IS WRONG. May nothing ever go wrong in your life and you need to lean on anyone that might be “different.” HAHAHAHAHA! Good luck with that, Butternuts! So now we are "All the rest are feminists, lesbians, or Communists." Well I’ll be a feminist then or lesbian or communist I guess because I was a GS and now love the troop my daughter is in. OH DEAR WORD, I HAVE A DAUGHTER IN GIRL SCOUTS! Someone stop the presses because that would mean that I am subjecting her to a group that has a "radically pro-abortion" Michelle Obama is honorary president of Girl Scouts of America, which "should give each of us reason to pause before our individual or collective endorsement of the organization." Wow, just wow. I bet this guy’s momma is real proud and saying “yup, that’s my boy!” Where am I getting this you asked… here’s a linky link: http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/21/10469492-lawmaker-radical-girl-scouts-out-to-destroy-american-family-values and guess what folks... "After talking to some well-informed constituents, I did a small amount of Web-based research, and what I found is disturbing," is what he is basing all this on. Think about what he said. Well-informed? I have to laugh because anyone that is disgruntled with a decision that any organization makes can turn stats to their favor. I read somewhere that a lady wrote that in the 70’s she had to do a “pagan” ritual before the meeting for GS. Well let’s go there shall we? The girls in my daughter’s troop have to *wait for it because it is horrible and immoral* HOLD HANDS *gasps in pure horror* while they say the scout pledge and law. WAIT! That’s it?? What is so horrible about that? Oh wait, I know… we are teaching the girls about friendship and sisterhood which is now labeled “feminists, lesbians, or Communists.”
I am seriously tired of everyone thinking that they have the “RIGHT” to determine what is good for everyone else. For those that are heavily offended, GOOD and for those that are not GREAT and for everyone else AWESOME! I don’t like being told what to do, but will usually do it provided that it is indeed the right thing to do, but to take away my choice completely and I will without a doubt rebel against you. Think about that as you do this to everyone else because most detest having their choices made for them without so much as a word in. Sleep well and blessed be….
Monday, February 20, 2012
Still houses = ranting of a Looney Momma
It is that time to catch up on
many things… we left each other with thoughts of Lysol and bleach which I am
relieved to say that at this EXACT moment we are good to go. We did go and
celebrate ten years of marriage and the many wonderful/tragic/horrifying/glorious
things that go with it… but enough of that, let’s move on to new things.
As I sit here in the quiet (please, all mighty, do NOT strike me down now) drinking my morning coffee thinking, “Wow, this house can be quiet” and I almost panic. I mean come on; I have two (2) kids in this house and a new addictive game that we apparently HAVE to fight over. I think it must be in some kind of contract they sign when the younger child comes along where it says “fight over nothing and everything” and usually on days when we don’t have to wake up early is the days we are all up before the sun even thinks about it (hint: why I am writing this at 6:30 am and wide awake). Still. The house is still and waiting in anticipation of the lovely monsters to wake and run amok while the mother cries out “Please, Daddy is sleeping so BE QUIET” because nothing says restful sleep like the sounds of kids vs. momma.
Every once and awhile I get the notion that I might want to home school my kids because let’s face it, I question some of the teachings they do get at school (farty fart farthead and so much more). They are getting laptops in 5th grade (yay! and BOO! all at the same time) which they will have their text books, assignments, and homework all done on. Dilemmas you ask…I will tell you only some because this tends to lead into horrible fights amongst wonderful people (confrontation at this hour, na). At first I was extremely happy about this (whoot! A laptop that I don’t have to go buy?! Wonderful idea, maybe) until I was made aware of: 1) the cost should something happen (HELLO! KIDS) 2) when do they use paper anymore? 3)watched several students do an entire day worth of “homework,” then email it to the teacher, and do the next day’s complete work. ***HELLO! What the heck are they doing in school then?! So I asked on girl and she told me she “did some facebookin,’ played some games, and youtube stuff. Nothing major or anything.” ACK! Seriously?! This frightens me but I hope that she was in the minority that do this while at school. HA! I was having second thoughts about our school system when I learned what was considered award winning art projects within the last 3 years and then was told by a student that they didn’t know how to write a research paper. WHAT?!? Either our teachers have forgotten how to teach or we have entirely too much “paper work” for them to do that they can’t do what needs to be done. Yes, I am not a fan of the whole “no child left behind” crap because it seems that since that has started we have seen a decline in teaching. I know that some of you that might be reading this will be offended but suck it up, Buttercup, and deal with it because what you are not teaching my kids, I am. Now with that said I will always fight for teachers’ rights because they are some of the most underappreciated people out there, but if a child goes all the way through high school and never has to write a report, actually pass tests, and do the work required… then I question things. We have enough things wrong with this country that we don’t need to add more people that are not educated into it.
There are some extraordinary teachers out there that go above and beyond the call of their jobs and for those I tip my hat. With all the new “laws” and “rules and regulations” that the government has put into place I can’t imagine that their jobs are easy so please don’t think that is what I am saying. I do however believe that the acts that were put into place to help the kids has indeed backfired and put in a whole new level of hurt to all involved. These teachers are the ones that actually do stay late, encourage the kids to strive, take the time to help them enroll/choose a college, and make sure that they have all the resources they can provide to the kids. These are the ones that need that extra pat on the back but instead are usually thought of being a tough teacher, hard ass, and “slave driver.” We’ve all had them and either realized what they have done or was upset because we couldn’t just “get by.” They push you to become the potential that they see in you and drive you beyond the expectations and limits you put on yourself. Unfortunately for all of us, they are a “dying breed” because either they have all either retired or pushed beyond scared to do it anymore. I dare our generation to become those teachers that we hold high in our thoughts when thinking back at school because most of us don’t remember the “push overs” if you really think about it.
This is again, why I toy with the notion of homeschooling my children. I have many friends that do quite well with it and dual enroll just for the kids to play sports. Hmm, but the real question is: would we all survive?? On some days: YES! and again on others: Hell to the NO.
And this is where my thought processes goes when left alone for too long in a quiet, still, and awaiting house…. time to “wake the dead” (haha) and go to lighter thoughts today. So I bid you, blessed be.
As I sit here in the quiet (please, all mighty, do NOT strike me down now) drinking my morning coffee thinking, “Wow, this house can be quiet” and I almost panic. I mean come on; I have two (2) kids in this house and a new addictive game that we apparently HAVE to fight over. I think it must be in some kind of contract they sign when the younger child comes along where it says “fight over nothing and everything” and usually on days when we don’t have to wake up early is the days we are all up before the sun even thinks about it (hint: why I am writing this at 6:30 am and wide awake). Still. The house is still and waiting in anticipation of the lovely monsters to wake and run amok while the mother cries out “Please, Daddy is sleeping so BE QUIET” because nothing says restful sleep like the sounds of kids vs. momma.
Every once and awhile I get the notion that I might want to home school my kids because let’s face it, I question some of the teachings they do get at school (farty fart farthead and so much more). They are getting laptops in 5th grade (yay! and BOO! all at the same time) which they will have their text books, assignments, and homework all done on. Dilemmas you ask…I will tell you only some because this tends to lead into horrible fights amongst wonderful people (confrontation at this hour, na). At first I was extremely happy about this (whoot! A laptop that I don’t have to go buy?! Wonderful idea, maybe) until I was made aware of: 1) the cost should something happen (HELLO! KIDS) 2) when do they use paper anymore? 3)watched several students do an entire day worth of “homework,” then email it to the teacher, and do the next day’s complete work. ***HELLO! What the heck are they doing in school then?! So I asked on girl and she told me she “did some facebookin,’ played some games, and youtube stuff. Nothing major or anything.” ACK! Seriously?! This frightens me but I hope that she was in the minority that do this while at school. HA! I was having second thoughts about our school system when I learned what was considered award winning art projects within the last 3 years and then was told by a student that they didn’t know how to write a research paper. WHAT?!? Either our teachers have forgotten how to teach or we have entirely too much “paper work” for them to do that they can’t do what needs to be done. Yes, I am not a fan of the whole “no child left behind” crap because it seems that since that has started we have seen a decline in teaching. I know that some of you that might be reading this will be offended but suck it up, Buttercup, and deal with it because what you are not teaching my kids, I am. Now with that said I will always fight for teachers’ rights because they are some of the most underappreciated people out there, but if a child goes all the way through high school and never has to write a report, actually pass tests, and do the work required… then I question things. We have enough things wrong with this country that we don’t need to add more people that are not educated into it.
There are some extraordinary teachers out there that go above and beyond the call of their jobs and for those I tip my hat. With all the new “laws” and “rules and regulations” that the government has put into place I can’t imagine that their jobs are easy so please don’t think that is what I am saying. I do however believe that the acts that were put into place to help the kids has indeed backfired and put in a whole new level of hurt to all involved. These teachers are the ones that actually do stay late, encourage the kids to strive, take the time to help them enroll/choose a college, and make sure that they have all the resources they can provide to the kids. These are the ones that need that extra pat on the back but instead are usually thought of being a tough teacher, hard ass, and “slave driver.” We’ve all had them and either realized what they have done or was upset because we couldn’t just “get by.” They push you to become the potential that they see in you and drive you beyond the expectations and limits you put on yourself. Unfortunately for all of us, they are a “dying breed” because either they have all either retired or pushed beyond scared to do it anymore. I dare our generation to become those teachers that we hold high in our thoughts when thinking back at school because most of us don’t remember the “push overs” if you really think about it.
This is again, why I toy with the notion of homeschooling my children. I have many friends that do quite well with it and dual enroll just for the kids to play sports. Hmm, but the real question is: would we all survive?? On some days: YES! and again on others: Hell to the NO.
And this is where my thought processes goes when left alone for too long in a quiet, still, and awaiting house…. time to “wake the dead” (haha) and go to lighter thoughts today. So I bid you, blessed be.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Momma got sick :(
Yes, for years I swear every time
my family gets ill that I indeed will not because, “Mommas don’t get sick.”
Yeah, so I was doing that whole chant for over a month and my hubby started
thinking the same thing. Perhaps that is where we went wrong this time…
Yesterday was our 10 year wedding anniversary and a huge milestone… or so we thought. He was thoughtful and texted me right after midnight to wish me a happy anniversary and a love you which was incredible. I of course was up and had to text him back and proceeded to get the things done around the house that needed done. I wasn’t feeling quite right so I stayed up a bit longer and that’s when it hit me. Hit me like a damn Mack truck barreling down the highway like he owned the joint. I cleaned up my ‘stuff’ and texted my hubby as so to let him know the pre-planned festivities would indeed NOT be taking place due to the vomit factor. Strangely enough at the same time I was doing the porcelain praying, he was too. Now when I took my vows 10 years ago I did say “in sickness and in health” but I never dreamed that we would both be sick at the same time and with the same damn stuff. He drove home and we got the kids ready for school. Got home and crashed between gagging sessions. Awesome 10 year celebration and one I’ll never forget… HA!
We have pop in the house however it was not clear pop and so one of us needed to go get some and run to the bank quickly. It was at that moment that I wished we had a drive up Git-N-Go like they do in Des Moines. Shit! I was going to have to go and infect some poor soul while going in to get something to calm our stomachs. I felt like I should have taken Lysol in to spray behind myself the whole way. Thank goodness the gal was very understanding and was like “no big deal” and “at least you care and not just trying to infect people” but that still didn’t make me feel any better. Deed was done and I went home to “occupy my bed” for yet another only God knows how long.
I knew the minute the kids were home from school. The door flew open and all one could hear is “MOM ARE YOU STILL SICK? DO YOU STILL THROW UP? ARE YOU HERE? MOM! MOM! Mom. Mom? EVIE! Where are they?” “They are sick and downstairs. SHUT UP!” Yup, then it was rumble tumble down the stairs to see if the parents were indeed still alive before running amok. We were still alive, but barely. Amok commenced in 5..4..3..2..GO! Brief stopping in the non-stop play for questions like “Mom, can I have an ice cream sandwich?”
My mom, bless her and my dad, called to see what the kids would want to have for supper and therefore the kids had chicken nugget happy meals. The hubby and I however were down and out for the count. Everything we tried came back for a visit in the not so nice way until we made propel and slept. Sleep is a wonderful thing.
Got the kids off to school this morning and the world is a better place today. The powerful smell of bleach and Lysol is consuming my house as you read (I type) but the germs are going bye-bye. I hope and pray for everyone to have a very safe and HEALTHY day. Blessed be.
Yesterday was our 10 year wedding anniversary and a huge milestone… or so we thought. He was thoughtful and texted me right after midnight to wish me a happy anniversary and a love you which was incredible. I of course was up and had to text him back and proceeded to get the things done around the house that needed done. I wasn’t feeling quite right so I stayed up a bit longer and that’s when it hit me. Hit me like a damn Mack truck barreling down the highway like he owned the joint. I cleaned up my ‘stuff’ and texted my hubby as so to let him know the pre-planned festivities would indeed NOT be taking place due to the vomit factor. Strangely enough at the same time I was doing the porcelain praying, he was too. Now when I took my vows 10 years ago I did say “in sickness and in health” but I never dreamed that we would both be sick at the same time and with the same damn stuff. He drove home and we got the kids ready for school. Got home and crashed between gagging sessions. Awesome 10 year celebration and one I’ll never forget… HA!
We have pop in the house however it was not clear pop and so one of us needed to go get some and run to the bank quickly. It was at that moment that I wished we had a drive up Git-N-Go like they do in Des Moines. Shit! I was going to have to go and infect some poor soul while going in to get something to calm our stomachs. I felt like I should have taken Lysol in to spray behind myself the whole way. Thank goodness the gal was very understanding and was like “no big deal” and “at least you care and not just trying to infect people” but that still didn’t make me feel any better. Deed was done and I went home to “occupy my bed” for yet another only God knows how long.
I knew the minute the kids were home from school. The door flew open and all one could hear is “MOM ARE YOU STILL SICK? DO YOU STILL THROW UP? ARE YOU HERE? MOM! MOM! Mom. Mom? EVIE! Where are they?” “They are sick and downstairs. SHUT UP!” Yup, then it was rumble tumble down the stairs to see if the parents were indeed still alive before running amok. We were still alive, but barely. Amok commenced in 5..4..3..2..GO! Brief stopping in the non-stop play for questions like “Mom, can I have an ice cream sandwich?”
My mom, bless her and my dad, called to see what the kids would want to have for supper and therefore the kids had chicken nugget happy meals. The hubby and I however were down and out for the count. Everything we tried came back for a visit in the not so nice way until we made propel and slept. Sleep is a wonderful thing.
Got the kids off to school this morning and the world is a better place today. The powerful smell of bleach and Lysol is consuming my house as you read (I type) but the germs are going bye-bye. I hope and pray for everyone to have a very safe and HEALTHY day. Blessed be.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Compliments + agendas = yup, you have kids
Yesterday while getting ready to
take my child to the doctor (remember, we talked about this) she told me how
beautiful I was with or without make-up. Yes, we did end up going to B.W.W.
just like she wanted and it never ceases to amaze me about how a compliment
from a child means they want something (note I didn’t specify the age of “child”).
Keep the whole “you are so beautiful with or without make-up, Mommy” statement
in mind for the next few moments.
Today was like any Tuesday morning. Wake up, fix coffee, wake eldest child and force shower upon her, do dishes and laundry, and wake youngest and force shower followed by breakfast and a rushed list of “don’t forgets” and “did you.” Please take note that nowhere on this list does it say Momma gets a chance for a hot shower unless wanting to wake up before the rooster therefore I am lucky to be dressed and somewhat presentable for public viewing. While driving the lovelies to school the older child dares to say a series of words that went to a horrifying thought…for her.
“Mom, do you work today?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You will be going home to change first, right?”
This is where I notice a slight hint of fear in her words and yes, I ran with it like a batter to first base. “Um, perhaps, why? Does my outfit scare you? Or do I embarrass you?”
“No, you will only embarrass yourself” as she giggles and starts to laugh at the tempting thoughts.
“Really?” That’s when the fun really begins…for me. “So do you mind if I come in and announce to everyone that I am EVIE’S MOMMY and maybe we could do lunch.”
Panic then spreads across her precious face and she stares at me with the world’s largest eyes in pure horror as she speaks “OH MY GOSH MOM! YOU ARE FREAKING ME THE FREAK OUT! Please, don’t. I’ll do anything.” She did this whole little rant which was very comical and I enjoyed watching her freak just a tad.
Hook, line, and sinker. Just like that she took the bait and I start to feel just a tad bit bad, but the moment passes quickly as I ask “So that would embarrass you? What makes it ok for me to go to work like this but not your school? Does that even make sense?”
“Well come on. You usually are all…you know. Dolled up and stuff for work so I didn’t think you would go looking like that.” This was nice that she knew I wouldn’t go out completely like that; however, it worries me slightly how much she is aware of appearances. I hope to be raising a well-rounded young person able to see people for them and not what they have.
My last words as she got out of the car and goes towards the school was “You know I love you and yes, I will go home and get ready for the day. I promise not to go into the school looking like this, so don’t worry. Have a good day and I’ll see you at home.” We both laughed and she apparently had a great day.
My youngest was however still very upset with his sister and how “RUDE” she was to me. I can’t help but think of how much of a little gentleman he is. He is constantly praising me with compliments and showering me with love, and so far, I cannot see where it is given with hidden agendas. He is very young though and perhaps he is stocking up his butt kissing for something huge later.
Today was like any Tuesday morning. Wake up, fix coffee, wake eldest child and force shower upon her, do dishes and laundry, and wake youngest and force shower followed by breakfast and a rushed list of “don’t forgets” and “did you.” Please take note that nowhere on this list does it say Momma gets a chance for a hot shower unless wanting to wake up before the rooster therefore I am lucky to be dressed and somewhat presentable for public viewing. While driving the lovelies to school the older child dares to say a series of words that went to a horrifying thought…for her.
“Mom, do you work today?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You will be going home to change first, right?”
This is where I notice a slight hint of fear in her words and yes, I ran with it like a batter to first base. “Um, perhaps, why? Does my outfit scare you? Or do I embarrass you?”
“No, you will only embarrass yourself” as she giggles and starts to laugh at the tempting thoughts.
“Really?” That’s when the fun really begins…for me. “So do you mind if I come in and announce to everyone that I am EVIE’S MOMMY and maybe we could do lunch.”
Panic then spreads across her precious face and she stares at me with the world’s largest eyes in pure horror as she speaks “OH MY GOSH MOM! YOU ARE FREAKING ME THE FREAK OUT! Please, don’t. I’ll do anything.” She did this whole little rant which was very comical and I enjoyed watching her freak just a tad.
Hook, line, and sinker. Just like that she took the bait and I start to feel just a tad bit bad, but the moment passes quickly as I ask “So that would embarrass you? What makes it ok for me to go to work like this but not your school? Does that even make sense?”
“Well come on. You usually are all…you know. Dolled up and stuff for work so I didn’t think you would go looking like that.” This was nice that she knew I wouldn’t go out completely like that; however, it worries me slightly how much she is aware of appearances. I hope to be raising a well-rounded young person able to see people for them and not what they have.
My last words as she got out of the car and goes towards the school was “You know I love you and yes, I will go home and get ready for the day. I promise not to go into the school looking like this, so don’t worry. Have a good day and I’ll see you at home.” We both laughed and she apparently had a great day.
My youngest was however still very upset with his sister and how “RUDE” she was to me. I can’t help but think of how much of a little gentleman he is. He is constantly praising me with compliments and showering me with love, and so far, I cannot see where it is given with hidden agendas. He is very young though and perhaps he is stocking up his butt kissing for something huge later.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Children + doctors = no secrets
I have Mondays scheduled off for
more than just because it is indeed Monday and I refuse to have a “case” of
them. I use this day to schedule multiple doctor appointments, tax stuff, and
just your basic run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off to get the
things done that should have been done on Sunday. If you schedule an
appointment for your child, be advise that everyone you meet that day will know
exactly what you did that weekend or lack thereof.
I don’t know exactly what it is about all the doctors my kids see, but they seem to have the desire, drive, and need to spill their guts… about EVERYTHING. They could be things as simple as “I didn’t mean to, but I accidently spilled the whole carton of milk and my Mommy was really mad at me but I helped her clean it up and we turned it into a game. I promise not to ever do it again.” Or, “I have this friend that pushed (insert name here) down and didn’t mean to actually hurt her and she cried. I told the teacher but they yelled at me but I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t do that because that would hurt their feelings and stuff.” I am starting to think that they have the whole “now make sure to tell the doctor what’s wrong” thing because I either need a tissue from laughter or a veil for my embarrassment every single time. There are no secrets to be kept here. Want to know what we didn’t do verses what we were planning on, just go ask the kids and they will be more than willing to not only fill you in on our stuff, but also on the Grandparents and everyone else we have seen. Today was no different. The doctor that we saw today only deals with our hearing issues or the lack of being able to hear and so I was bewildered as to why she was privy to some of the information that was given today. Knowing that my child is nine, I was under the assumption that she would start to have that whole inner monologue saying “Hi! Look, I know that the whole drama lama thing was exciting, but unless it has to do with how well you hear, SHUT UP. M’kay.. thanks.” But alas, that has not been installed on this model of child yet. Thankfully the audiologist also has children and giggles right along and gives me the “oh girl, don’t sweat it” look which lightens up my mood again and so we all joke about things.
We leave the hospital and I thank the good lord that we survived without spilling more guts than we did. SUCCESS! Perhaps her inner monologue is coming in after all.
I don’t know exactly what it is about all the doctors my kids see, but they seem to have the desire, drive, and need to spill their guts… about EVERYTHING. They could be things as simple as “I didn’t mean to, but I accidently spilled the whole carton of milk and my Mommy was really mad at me but I helped her clean it up and we turned it into a game. I promise not to ever do it again.” Or, “I have this friend that pushed (insert name here) down and didn’t mean to actually hurt her and she cried. I told the teacher but they yelled at me but I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t do that because that would hurt their feelings and stuff.” I am starting to think that they have the whole “now make sure to tell the doctor what’s wrong” thing because I either need a tissue from laughter or a veil for my embarrassment every single time. There are no secrets to be kept here. Want to know what we didn’t do verses what we were planning on, just go ask the kids and they will be more than willing to not only fill you in on our stuff, but also on the Grandparents and everyone else we have seen. Today was no different. The doctor that we saw today only deals with our hearing issues or the lack of being able to hear and so I was bewildered as to why she was privy to some of the information that was given today. Knowing that my child is nine, I was under the assumption that she would start to have that whole inner monologue saying “Hi! Look, I know that the whole drama lama thing was exciting, but unless it has to do with how well you hear, SHUT UP. M’kay.. thanks.” But alas, that has not been installed on this model of child yet. Thankfully the audiologist also has children and giggles right along and gives me the “oh girl, don’t sweat it” look which lightens up my mood again and so we all joke about things.
We leave the hospital and I thank the good lord that we survived without spilling more guts than we did. SUCCESS! Perhaps her inner monologue is coming in after all.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Holy bat balls, Sir Monkey Fritzels….
Yes,
the title is catchy and makes you instantly giggle but has absolutely nothing
to do with anything other than it is Friday and you NEED to smile.
Today started with an uncertainty feeling and perhaps even a bit being out-of-control, but as the day progressed I learned how to adjust my mindset. What the hell is that? Adjust your mindset? Is that even possible? Of course it is and I totally did it! Sorry for sounding a bit crazed but today was an excellent and, yet at the same time, draining day.
Everyone has a troubled past or things that they wished never happened and those tend to leave physical/emotional/mental scars and even if you think you are healed… you eventually have to deal with the demons left behind. Today was one of those days.
I have always said that I forgive, I may not forget but forgiveness is the key. I was starting to think that might not be possible because I would still hold a grudge towards a person when I saw them and have ill feelings still bubble up and that scared me. If I did that, then they would always have that “power” over me and to live with that fear would be forever exhausting.
I spent most of the morning preparing myself to tackle this skeleton that has been in my closet for almost two decades. I know, what’s a few years? Problem is that if you keep giving it time to manifest in to something bigger than it needs to be, keep feeding it power, it will indeed consume you. I knew what I needed to do and what I should do. The real question was, could I? I am pleased to be able to say that I came, saw, and conquered a huge fear today. Best freeing feeling ever! The first of the Holy bat balls for the day.
The next few holy bat balls were either of the “Oh for the love of Pete, please tell me she didn’t just go there” or the “I am Momma, and I know” moments. On the just go there note, well let’s just say it would be wordy, witchy, and please tell me your momma taught you better and so we will leave that for another bloggityblog blog. “I am Momma, and I know” happen daily so nothing new there. The big thing is not to let fear consume you… consume it and tell it to kiss your (fill in your own blank here).
What’s next you ask… the weekend crazy J so go out, enjoy it and BE FREE! J Blessed be!
Today started with an uncertainty feeling and perhaps even a bit being out-of-control, but as the day progressed I learned how to adjust my mindset. What the hell is that? Adjust your mindset? Is that even possible? Of course it is and I totally did it! Sorry for sounding a bit crazed but today was an excellent and, yet at the same time, draining day.
Everyone has a troubled past or things that they wished never happened and those tend to leave physical/emotional/mental scars and even if you think you are healed… you eventually have to deal with the demons left behind. Today was one of those days.
I have always said that I forgive, I may not forget but forgiveness is the key. I was starting to think that might not be possible because I would still hold a grudge towards a person when I saw them and have ill feelings still bubble up and that scared me. If I did that, then they would always have that “power” over me and to live with that fear would be forever exhausting.
I spent most of the morning preparing myself to tackle this skeleton that has been in my closet for almost two decades. I know, what’s a few years? Problem is that if you keep giving it time to manifest in to something bigger than it needs to be, keep feeding it power, it will indeed consume you. I knew what I needed to do and what I should do. The real question was, could I? I am pleased to be able to say that I came, saw, and conquered a huge fear today. Best freeing feeling ever! The first of the Holy bat balls for the day.
The next few holy bat balls were either of the “Oh for the love of Pete, please tell me she didn’t just go there” or the “I am Momma, and I know” moments. On the just go there note, well let’s just say it would be wordy, witchy, and please tell me your momma taught you better and so we will leave that for another bloggityblog blog. “I am Momma, and I know” happen daily so nothing new there. The big thing is not to let fear consume you… consume it and tell it to kiss your (fill in your own blank here).
What’s next you ask… the weekend crazy J so go out, enjoy it and BE FREE! J Blessed be!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I've got nothing...
I don’t want you to read the
title and think “oh here we go. Another sob story about how life sucks and yada
yada yada.” Actually this is more about a saying I tend to use when I don’t
know what else to say. Rather than tell someone “things will get better” all
the stinking time, try the truth like “damn that sucks. Wish I could say
something that would make it better, but I’ve got nothing.”
Everyone has something they say or do that they are known for saying. A friend of mine used to say the phrase “I’ve got nothing” was mine. I then started to try to help too much and forgot how to listen. I had too much. As of late I have started to look back at things and wonder what the hell went wrong. I had too much. I believe it was better when I had nothing because it wasn’t true. I had an ear to listen, shoulder to cry on, and a heart that loved. What I didn’t have was a solution which in all honesty is not what most are asking for.
It has been a day where everything and yet nothing makes any sense and therefore I have nothing.
Tomorrow is a new day and new things…. I will have something then and with the day that is planned it should be an exciting day and blog indeed. Sweet dreams and blessed be.
Everyone has something they say or do that they are known for saying. A friend of mine used to say the phrase “I’ve got nothing” was mine. I then started to try to help too much and forgot how to listen. I had too much. As of late I have started to look back at things and wonder what the hell went wrong. I had too much. I believe it was better when I had nothing because it wasn’t true. I had an ear to listen, shoulder to cry on, and a heart that loved. What I didn’t have was a solution which in all honesty is not what most are asking for.
It has been a day where everything and yet nothing makes any sense and therefore I have nothing.
Tomorrow is a new day and new things…. I will have something then and with the day that is planned it should be an exciting day and blog indeed. Sweet dreams and blessed be.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
And then nothing goes according to “The List" *plan*
Just
when I thought I had everything figured out and planned to execute to
perfection… life happens.
I had the day off from the work place (or play time for me) and had all these ideas of what I thought I wanted to get done and what I was going to write about today. So it be the day goes on and the list of items/chores/whatnot just sits there awaiting my attention. I keep ignoring it and then the topic that I was going to write about suddenly made no sense which is quite normal or usual for me. I looked at my list and the clock (9am) and thought after the news. 10am came and I was enjoying the conversation with my hubby and didn’t do the list. 11am and I finally made the muffins which was an optional thing on the list. Noon was the shower that was to be at 6:30 and by 1 I finally started the laundry. Looked at the topic for today and still it made no sense to me to which I then scratched it off the list. 3pm and the kids come home and I sit there watching them play and read together and they proceed to go out and play in the beautiful weather we are having. The list is now looking at me.
I know I should have not got sucked into another LMC movie but they are like crack for bored people. They start and get you going “what? No, girl. Don’t trust him. Seriously!” and then next thing you know you are watching it in complete disbelief as you watch the woman’s best friend betray her and go with her man while setting woman up to be blamed for the murder of the mail man because he knew too much OR it’s the love story that one is ill and needs help and the kids set the parents up after one loses his/her spouse and find true love. Any way you look at it, you just spent 2 hours of the day watching a cut up movie and get the urge to buy useless products due to the 8 million commercials that were on during said movie. Congratulations, your house now smells amazing because of all the new scents they told us we needed to have and the fire marshal called and begged that we not burn them all at once for fear of having to come save us.
“The list” is now starting to stare and mock me by this point for it is now after 5pm. Dinner suddenly becomes bold print. When the hell did I do that?! Oh crap! What are we having for dinner? The “Book It” stares at me saying “I’m free!” and I keep thinking that with all the sickness going around I need to cook at home and not let us eat out because I know I WASH MY HANDS. Still it sings to me and “The List” stares and mocks me. I can no longer ignore “The List” and must actually finish it for the day. The good news is dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes, dishes are done, and I have wrote something today before the dreaded 10pm deadline. The bad news is… there will be a new “List” tomorrow. J May you all be blessed….
I had the day off from the work place (or play time for me) and had all these ideas of what I thought I wanted to get done and what I was going to write about today. So it be the day goes on and the list of items/chores/whatnot just sits there awaiting my attention. I keep ignoring it and then the topic that I was going to write about suddenly made no sense which is quite normal or usual for me. I looked at my list and the clock (9am) and thought after the news. 10am came and I was enjoying the conversation with my hubby and didn’t do the list. 11am and I finally made the muffins which was an optional thing on the list. Noon was the shower that was to be at 6:30 and by 1 I finally started the laundry. Looked at the topic for today and still it made no sense to me to which I then scratched it off the list. 3pm and the kids come home and I sit there watching them play and read together and they proceed to go out and play in the beautiful weather we are having. The list is now looking at me.
I know I should have not got sucked into another LMC movie but they are like crack for bored people. They start and get you going “what? No, girl. Don’t trust him. Seriously!” and then next thing you know you are watching it in complete disbelief as you watch the woman’s best friend betray her and go with her man while setting woman up to be blamed for the murder of the mail man because he knew too much OR it’s the love story that one is ill and needs help and the kids set the parents up after one loses his/her spouse and find true love. Any way you look at it, you just spent 2 hours of the day watching a cut up movie and get the urge to buy useless products due to the 8 million commercials that were on during said movie. Congratulations, your house now smells amazing because of all the new scents they told us we needed to have and the fire marshal called and begged that we not burn them all at once for fear of having to come save us.
“The list” is now starting to stare and mock me by this point for it is now after 5pm. Dinner suddenly becomes bold print. When the hell did I do that?! Oh crap! What are we having for dinner? The “Book It” stares at me saying “I’m free!” and I keep thinking that with all the sickness going around I need to cook at home and not let us eat out because I know I WASH MY HANDS. Still it sings to me and “The List” stares and mocks me. I can no longer ignore “The List” and must actually finish it for the day. The good news is dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes, dishes are done, and I have wrote something today before the dreaded 10pm deadline. The bad news is… there will be a new “List” tomorrow. J May you all be blessed….
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I have officially hit old status…
You know when you’re younger you
have this idea of what old is and it usually came with a number. You remember that
magical number that signifies the dawning of senility and the need for walking
devices that was not needed before; well, I’ve hit that and apparently passed
it. It’s funny how that number can change as you grow older anyway. I mean come on… 30 was damn near ancient and
dinosaurs, toilet paper, and running water wasn’t available when that person
was a kid. Ideas of what classified “old” were some simple things like going to
bed before the 10 o’clock news, falling asleep in the chair watching movies,
complaining about hurting anywhere, hair growing in places it shouldn’t, grey
hair, and just not being able to play 24/7.
I have reached the magic number (a bit ago) and now have reached some of the other requirements (10:30 p.m. kills me and I hurt everywhere). Waxing has become part of my life and it isn’t just a want to tame down the caterpillars, but to also remove the hairs I swore only great grannies had and not to mention how gravity works on the human body. The female body as it ages can be beautiful, but let’s face it, we are not all Demi Moore. The idea of being a “cougar” is quite entertaining but again it also throws out the “omg! He is dating his mommy” vibe at the same time which just freaks me the freak out and it’s like the “dirty old man” staring at the young girls with his mouth open and drool hanging out. Getting back to gravity and the wonders if has on the body, one finds that illness, surgeries, and other freaky little health things come more frequently as you age. You find yourself saying things like “Do you need a tissue and some germ-x?” or “Are you serious?! You’re flipping sick and you came in?! Great, now my whole family is gonna get it.” When it used to be, “Oh, shit! Girl that sucks! Want a beer?” I miss those days at times and then I’m also glad that those days are long gone and done. I mean I loved every minute of it but let’s face it, if a genie came and said “I grant you the wish of being 21 again.” I think my anxiety would flip into overdrive and the realization that I would have to re-learn all this crap again, find love again, and babies (with no guarantee of the same babies) would just plain suck. Nope, I guess I’m somewhat happy with right where I am…wanna come play in old-dom with me?
I have reached the magic number (a bit ago) and now have reached some of the other requirements (10:30 p.m. kills me and I hurt everywhere). Waxing has become part of my life and it isn’t just a want to tame down the caterpillars, but to also remove the hairs I swore only great grannies had and not to mention how gravity works on the human body. The female body as it ages can be beautiful, but let’s face it, we are not all Demi Moore. The idea of being a “cougar” is quite entertaining but again it also throws out the “omg! He is dating his mommy” vibe at the same time which just freaks me the freak out and it’s like the “dirty old man” staring at the young girls with his mouth open and drool hanging out. Getting back to gravity and the wonders if has on the body, one finds that illness, surgeries, and other freaky little health things come more frequently as you age. You find yourself saying things like “Do you need a tissue and some germ-x?” or “Are you serious?! You’re flipping sick and you came in?! Great, now my whole family is gonna get it.” When it used to be, “Oh, shit! Girl that sucks! Want a beer?” I miss those days at times and then I’m also glad that those days are long gone and done. I mean I loved every minute of it but let’s face it, if a genie came and said “I grant you the wish of being 21 again.” I think my anxiety would flip into overdrive and the realization that I would have to re-learn all this crap again, find love again, and babies (with no guarantee of the same babies) would just plain suck. Nope, I guess I’m somewhat happy with right where I am…wanna come play in old-dom with me?
Monday, January 30, 2012
Poop happens...
Yup, it’s true. When you eat,
poop comes out and then your belly doesn't hurt. I know this because my 5 year old told me today. I know you
are asking yourself why our home finds it necessary to chitty chat about the
human bowel movements but the answer is quite simple; we have children and we talk about anything and everything especially fart jokes.
I find that some of the most
interesting conversations I've had all day can actually come from the babes of
the house. I also find that some of the world’s best stories come from my kids
and I learn just as much from them as they do from me. Kids can teach us many
things if we are only willing to open our eyes , minds, and hearts to it.My darling daughter made me breakfast in bed this morning and it was not what was in it that mattered, but the fact that she wanted to give something so much that she woke up at 5:30 to make sure she would catch me in bed. How on earth did a wee little thing think about something like that? She planned well in advance. She teaches me something every day and it isn't always something I want to know. I've learned more about myself and about who I want to be through the eyes of my children.
They show empathy, compassion, leadership, creativity, and so much more.
I think most would like to be able to see the world like babes do. As we grow and change we lose things we once had; some call it innocence but I think it to be clarity.
Friday, January 27, 2012
A good bra is always underappreciated …
As I was getting my darling children ready for school today
I noticed to my horror that I was out of clean, dependable, and good bras. The
last thought from the night before runs through my head again “if you wash it
now, then hang it up right before bed, you’ll have fresh bras for the day ahead.”
Yeah, I said “do it later, time to sleep” which undoubtedly put me in the
situation I was in. The thought of an old lady bent over with melon held by
nylons dangling from her chest was the mental picture I had in my mind of what I
was sure people saw of me without the trusted over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder
to keep things up where God had originally put them (but then time happens and
so does gravity). It’s agreed that I, just like most people, tend to take
things to the worst case scenario. I know that everyone has gone and done
something without a bra and so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but have you seen
the size of Godzilla….Yup that would be the size of the monsters I hide daily. I
did have a fresh pair of “grow some balls lady, or your kids will be late to
school. It will be ok, trust me” panties and put the bras in the wash, got in
the car, took the kids to school and prayed that I wouldn’t need to get out for
anything. I am happy to report that I
did indeed survive and didn’t have to get out so I could save the world from
the gravity-challenged boobs today. Came home and dried said bra so that I
could finish getting ready for work and go about my day, which by the way, went
wonderfully once I had my amazing good bra on. Thank God it wasn’t one of those
days where the wires decides to make a sudden appearance and ruin yet another
excellent bra day. J
Bra: noun: brassiere.That’s it? You must be joking!?!
Say it with me: Brassiere. Wow, makes it sound so … so… upscale, classy, sexy, and even a bit luxurious; however, for those of us that know better it would better be described as: torturous, awkward, and, usually for those of larger size, unattractive and uncomfortable. Now I’m not saying that all are created that way and in fact I wish I had the type of body that could fit into the cute, sexy, thrilling, and classy types, but I don’t. I do however applaud the makers of exceptional bras, you know the kind (and they vary in style/types). The ones that make you look like you actually have something worth looking at in that department. You have ones that push you up, squeeze you in, make you bigger, and make you go “hell yeah, look at these babies.”
So in conclusion: I need to shop for some new bras and I raise my wine glass to the makers of good bras everywhere. J
I hope this has put a smile on your face because I have laughed at myself numerous times today… Happy Friday and weekend to you all J
Thursday, January 26, 2012
The dieters are on the loose!
As the New Year is starting to unfold and reveal what one might
be able to anticipate in the time to come, the dieters come about full force.
Those that are still head strong and others that were almost coerced into
joining the “new adventure” that almost undoubtedly will end up with someone extremely
pissed and another fully aware of what a huge success they were.
Here’s the thing, I’m super-duper happy for those that can go
on and reach their goals (for reals! I am happy for them. Jealous even) however
I detest how I end up feeling about myself. I either reach some of my goals but
realize that my family had to endure the “Crazy-Super Healthy-Neurotic Momma”
that I usually become during this time or I don’t reach my goals and become the
“depressed-self-loathing Momma” that runs amuck for the next 6 weeks/months.
So this year I am supporting my dieting friends but not
allowing the stuff to bring me down. I said allow right? HA! Wish it was that
easy but unfortunately it is not. I am at the time of year where either I
succeed in my endeavors or I fail miserably and fall into the well of despair.
Almost as if I land in the “pit of despair” and they are about to use “the
machine” on me to which won’t matter how many years of life they take because I’m
already in tears. Anyway, as I was saying that this is the time that usually is
a let the horns of glory blare in her triumph moment or a unleash the hounds of
hell and let her know how disappointing she is to the whole clan; and I find
myself catching the hounds as the howl in my direction and try to change my
outlook towards everything. I keep repeating, “I am woman hear me” and that’s
usually where I have to mentally change the words. I mean usually you hear the
word ROAR immediately, right? Admit it, you said it in your head already, but
what I heard is “I am woman, hear me …. Yeah, you can do it later” and I go on
about my day eating my cake while looking at my weight loss goals going… “There
is always tomorrow. Yeah, you can do it tomorrow. TOMORROW I WILL START IT FOR
SURE!” Knowing all too well, I have no
intentions on doing it then either.
They say that if you tell 3 people your goals you will see
it through. HAHAHAHA! Oh shit, they were serious?! What a crock of crap. I mean
I’ve set goals and told people and not even 3 months later failed. Yes, I am a
complete failure. I hope to change that and to start anew. Baby steps of
course. So I started a blog again. I know, I know… “Oh my, a blog, whatever
will you do?” said drenched in sarcasm. If
I can keep up a blog again and write about what ever (like I used to when I felt
like an amazing person)… I will discover the way back from the Land of
Failures.
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