I am sitting here with nothing to blog about listening to a private dj'd play list put together by my husband who is upstairs lying in bed because he doesn't feel good. I sat down to check mail and write something witty or stupid and our wedding song came on. I thought, "how sweet", then the next song was played at our wedding. Then all the rest are songs that have some sort of meaning or the lyrics are so vulgar (Lords of Acid) that he is just sending me a message from above-really above, our bedroom is on the second floor. It is actually pretty entertaining.
Since I am blogging about my man-and I did declare that this is a not an anti-husband bitching site, I did not say that we couldn't say nice things. So here it goes: I will have to say that there is something about a man who welds. My guy has been welding two weekends in a row, and there is something sexy and very manly about it. I don't really care for the scientific creepy gynecologist nonflammable non natural green lab coat and head gear, but welding is cool. The hot metal, the bright sparks, the funky smell the ability to melt metal and do it precisely is cool. I don't have a better word for it. ( I did weld an I beam that is in our garage, but it has been years ) In addition to the actual metallurgy work, he designed this piece of furniture and permanently installed it in our home. (I love the fact that he will take chances and think outside the pottery barn catalog.) I like the finality of it. It is solid. It is a part of our house and to me doing something that is permanent and strong means it is part of a solid foundation. The project is not complete, I have to do my part now,the final details. I love progress, and welding and manly stuff.... oh and personalized song lists.
Final thought: I don't want to go to work tomorrow, I want to sleep in, drink coffee, go shopping and hang out with no agenda....
THREE DAYS LEFT FOR GALS TO RESPOND IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR FABULOUS GIFT IN THE MAIL! don't worry bloggettes, I've got you covered.....
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Answers?
All day I wonder. Yep, that is all I do...wonder. Sometimes I wander while I wonder, but mostly wonder. I wonder what the hell I am doing, what the hell are they doing, Why?, Huh?, I feel like I just have so many questions in that I want to know the answer to-so because I am too tired to do much else tonight, I am going to put out there some of my many wonderings...
Which people that I know sit on public toilets?
Why are some families closer than others?
What would our country have been like for the last seven years if Chad didn't interfere?
How is it that women can multitask so well?
What is the true ratio of people who prefer chunky to creamy peanut butter?
Boxers or briefs?
Do some parents believe that the absence of their parenting skills will not affect the way their children turn out?
Why do kids, especially little girls have so much power to create such heavenly moments like when you are snuggling a sweet, freshly bathed little princess who leans to your forehead and kisses it...?
Is camping in a motor home still camping?
Why do you park in a driveway and drive in a parkway?
How can anyone drink grapefruit juice...or gin....?
Why am I not drinking right now....a wonder that is 24/7
How I could have been such a sucker to pick up a strayassed, tick ridden dog who only likes to hump and bite me....? Do I have sucker on my forehead?
Why do I care what I weigh?
Why are some people perpetually pissed off and crabby?
Can you die from a broken heart?
Do the deceased really watch you? And can you ask them to turn their heads when you're being naughty?
Why does Kashi make you fart?
Why do I keep asking ridiculous questions?
Why do some people not care how they dress or look, even if they are normal?
What is normal?
Is it true that once you black you never go back? What happens if you go Hispanic or Asian?
Do people believe the lies they tell?
Why can't I remember more vivid everyday details of my childhood?
Why do people smoke?
Why do more than half the people I email invites for fun shit never even respond?
How many women that I know have battery operated friends?
Why do we put so much stress on ourselves to make our homes perfect and make excuses for messes or unfinished projects?
Why do we own so much crap?
How much hair does the average person lose or cut off in a lifetime, in pounds and in feet?
How come while we were kids did we not learn other ways to do math?
Why hasn't Matthew arrived yet in his flip flops on his bike?
Enough. This is a blog. I can do what I want!
Anyone who reads this, that I know of course, which is just about all three people playing...if you respond you will receive a fabulous little something in the mail! The real mail. I will give one week for all to respond. Of course you do not have to ponder all of my wonderings...................
Which people that I know sit on public toilets?
Why are some families closer than others?
What would our country have been like for the last seven years if Chad didn't interfere?
How is it that women can multitask so well?
What is the true ratio of people who prefer chunky to creamy peanut butter?
Boxers or briefs?
Do some parents believe that the absence of their parenting skills will not affect the way their children turn out?
Why do kids, especially little girls have so much power to create such heavenly moments like when you are snuggling a sweet, freshly bathed little princess who leans to your forehead and kisses it...?
Is camping in a motor home still camping?
Why do you park in a driveway and drive in a parkway?
How can anyone drink grapefruit juice...or gin....?
Why am I not drinking right now....a wonder that is 24/7
How I could have been such a sucker to pick up a strayassed, tick ridden dog who only likes to hump and bite me....? Do I have sucker on my forehead?
Why do I care what I weigh?
Why are some people perpetually pissed off and crabby?
Can you die from a broken heart?
Do the deceased really watch you? And can you ask them to turn their heads when you're being naughty?
Why does Kashi make you fart?
Why do I keep asking ridiculous questions?
Why do some people not care how they dress or look, even if they are normal?
What is normal?
Is it true that once you black you never go back? What happens if you go Hispanic or Asian?
Do people believe the lies they tell?
Why can't I remember more vivid everyday details of my childhood?
Why do people smoke?
Why do more than half the people I email invites for fun shit never even respond?
How many women that I know have battery operated friends?
Why do we put so much stress on ourselves to make our homes perfect and make excuses for messes or unfinished projects?
Why do we own so much crap?
How much hair does the average person lose or cut off in a lifetime, in pounds and in feet?
How come while we were kids did we not learn other ways to do math?
Why hasn't Matthew arrived yet in his flip flops on his bike?
Enough. This is a blog. I can do what I want!
Anyone who reads this, that I know of course, which is just about all three people playing...if you respond you will receive a fabulous little something in the mail! The real mail. I will give one week for all to respond. Of course you do not have to ponder all of my wonderings...................
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Those crazy Buddhist Monks and Icky people who make us fume
I'm blogging and I have nothing to say. I guess that doesn't matter, since this is just a place to go "blah" when you want to. I sat here in front of the computer and couldn't think of a damn thing - it's like my brain went dead. Totally blank.
If I were a Buddhist monk, this would be me, close to enlightenment, right? Like, only thinking about what you're doing when you're doing something. so, right now, I should be thinking about typing and what I'm typing on the computer, but I don't have anything significant to say, so I'm thinking about typing only and how my fingers kind of just know where to go -- good typing teacher OR good student? Now I'm thinking that my final typing test was 98 wpm with only 2 mistakes. I don't actually type that fast anymore, but it was my sophomore year and dang I was proud.
I used to stress out a lot and I'd always been thinking about what's to come -- I'll be happier when I get that. . . fill in the blank. I'll be satisfied when I get . . . Seems like we don't ever reach that ultimate happiness when we get where we think we need to be to get it. Something else comes up and we hope for more. I think that's the problem with never being satisfied. I'm not knocking wanting the best for ourselves - whatever it may be - just thinking that, although I don't have a bunch of stuff to "blah" I'm kind of ok with what I have - stuff, friends, family, etc. I don't feel that desperate panic to try to find more friends - I have great ones right now! or to buy new stuff (although it would be nice to get a new couch. . .) and my kids and family are wonderful.
A study was done - brain research - on Buddhist monks and they are the happiest people on earth. Their actual constant "happiness baseline" is higher than most people. They also have the least in regards to posessions. OK, you say - sure they're happy! They are only responsible for a bowl, a spoon, know how to brew awesome beer (and/or train dogs),never a bad hair day, and could do yoga several times a week. Oh, they have, like, two outfits - one to wear and one to wash. But, maybe they've got something. Obviously we can't be just like them, and honestly that life does seem somewhat dull, but we can incorporate some of the philosophy that keeps them going day after day in a euphoric bliss.
The less I think about the future, the happier I am. This does not mean that I don't plan for the future, but I try not to worry about it. We can't predict it (unless you're an amazing tarot card reader - like Shady) and therefore it's silly to worry about it. So, that opens up more time to think about now - present moment. Since we've got more time to think about the present moment, we have more time to focus on the things that seem out of balance for us. This is a good time to sit and meditate. OK - HOKEY you say. Well, I'll probably never be great at deep meditation, but have you ever just sat and focused on a problem and then let your mind wander - letting thoughts come and go - acknowledging them, but not making an internal comment on them? Feels silly and weird, but it's awesome. The more time you have to focus on what's out of balance, the more IN balance life becomes. It's kind of like that Secret book - you envision things and believe that it will happen and, well, it's supposed to.
Some people pray and ask for guidance from a higher being. I sort of pray, but in a different way -- Buddhists believe that the answer to all life's questions lie within ourselves. So, I look inside and ask - how should I handle this? What do I KNOW about stuff like this. Whether it is through divine intervention or a more egotistical (?) approach of finding that answer in me, I find that over time, options and solutions appear. What seems tragic one day deflates quickly by the next - if I've given myself time to contemplate. It is difficult to remove emotion from decision making, but it really helps. My first reaction is almost always defensiveness -- and then, it dissipates and I can look at it with an open mind.
Annoying situations present themselves every day. I am empathetic - truly - to everyone who has to face ignorant people. It is extremely difficult to avoid letting them affect us in a negative way. My Nana used to say: God will get 'em - and that made her feel better. That doesn't always feel good, though. But, let's think about those insufferable, ignorant, negative people for a moment.
Are they happy? Are they OK with themselves when they go to bed at night? Is their conscience clear as they close their eyes and fade off? OR, do they know. Do they know that they are so super crabby and they want everyone else to be that way? Do they know how negatively they affect people? Do they know how downright ICKY they are? It's too bad that some of those people have to actually work with other people. It's also too bad that others feel somehow controlled by them - they should find a cubicle somewhere and just be miserable by themselves. I try to be the best person I can be. I'm not always successful, but I try really hard. I hope I never hurt anyone's feelings - and if I do, I hope that I'm made aware of it so I can rectify the situation. I want to be able to lie down every night and sleep peacefully - knowing that I've done my best that day.
Can positive thinking actually change their icky perspective? Possibly, but positive, upbeat, happy people cannot always make that their life's work. All we can do is rise above their nonsense and remember the reasons we are so lucky to be us and not them.
I'm going, now, to honor those monks - pour myself a tall one, play with my dog, eat dinner with my family, hopefully have a laugh or two, take a few minutes to be silent with myself and hit the hay - I send a wealth of love and tolerance to everyone -- we can only control ourselves and how we react to the icky people of the world. If God doesn't get em, lack of a good night's sleep will.
If I were a Buddhist monk, this would be me, close to enlightenment, right? Like, only thinking about what you're doing when you're doing something. so, right now, I should be thinking about typing and what I'm typing on the computer, but I don't have anything significant to say, so I'm thinking about typing only and how my fingers kind of just know where to go -- good typing teacher OR good student? Now I'm thinking that my final typing test was 98 wpm with only 2 mistakes. I don't actually type that fast anymore, but it was my sophomore year and dang I was proud.
I used to stress out a lot and I'd always been thinking about what's to come -- I'll be happier when I get that. . . fill in the blank. I'll be satisfied when I get . . . Seems like we don't ever reach that ultimate happiness when we get where we think we need to be to get it. Something else comes up and we hope for more. I think that's the problem with never being satisfied. I'm not knocking wanting the best for ourselves - whatever it may be - just thinking that, although I don't have a bunch of stuff to "blah" I'm kind of ok with what I have - stuff, friends, family, etc. I don't feel that desperate panic to try to find more friends - I have great ones right now! or to buy new stuff (although it would be nice to get a new couch. . .) and my kids and family are wonderful.
A study was done - brain research - on Buddhist monks and they are the happiest people on earth. Their actual constant "happiness baseline" is higher than most people. They also have the least in regards to posessions. OK, you say - sure they're happy! They are only responsible for a bowl, a spoon, know how to brew awesome beer (and/or train dogs),never a bad hair day, and could do yoga several times a week. Oh, they have, like, two outfits - one to wear and one to wash. But, maybe they've got something. Obviously we can't be just like them, and honestly that life does seem somewhat dull, but we can incorporate some of the philosophy that keeps them going day after day in a euphoric bliss.
The less I think about the future, the happier I am. This does not mean that I don't plan for the future, but I try not to worry about it. We can't predict it (unless you're an amazing tarot card reader - like Shady) and therefore it's silly to worry about it. So, that opens up more time to think about now - present moment. Since we've got more time to think about the present moment, we have more time to focus on the things that seem out of balance for us. This is a good time to sit and meditate. OK - HOKEY you say. Well, I'll probably never be great at deep meditation, but have you ever just sat and focused on a problem and then let your mind wander - letting thoughts come and go - acknowledging them, but not making an internal comment on them? Feels silly and weird, but it's awesome. The more time you have to focus on what's out of balance, the more IN balance life becomes. It's kind of like that Secret book - you envision things and believe that it will happen and, well, it's supposed to.
Some people pray and ask for guidance from a higher being. I sort of pray, but in a different way -- Buddhists believe that the answer to all life's questions lie within ourselves. So, I look inside and ask - how should I handle this? What do I KNOW about stuff like this. Whether it is through divine intervention or a more egotistical (?) approach of finding that answer in me, I find that over time, options and solutions appear. What seems tragic one day deflates quickly by the next - if I've given myself time to contemplate. It is difficult to remove emotion from decision making, but it really helps. My first reaction is almost always defensiveness -- and then, it dissipates and I can look at it with an open mind.
Annoying situations present themselves every day. I am empathetic - truly - to everyone who has to face ignorant people. It is extremely difficult to avoid letting them affect us in a negative way. My Nana used to say: God will get 'em - and that made her feel better. That doesn't always feel good, though. But, let's think about those insufferable, ignorant, negative people for a moment.
Are they happy? Are they OK with themselves when they go to bed at night? Is their conscience clear as they close their eyes and fade off? OR, do they know. Do they know that they are so super crabby and they want everyone else to be that way? Do they know how negatively they affect people? Do they know how downright ICKY they are? It's too bad that some of those people have to actually work with other people. It's also too bad that others feel somehow controlled by them - they should find a cubicle somewhere and just be miserable by themselves. I try to be the best person I can be. I'm not always successful, but I try really hard. I hope I never hurt anyone's feelings - and if I do, I hope that I'm made aware of it so I can rectify the situation. I want to be able to lie down every night and sleep peacefully - knowing that I've done my best that day.
Can positive thinking actually change their icky perspective? Possibly, but positive, upbeat, happy people cannot always make that their life's work. All we can do is rise above their nonsense and remember the reasons we are so lucky to be us and not them.
I'm going, now, to honor those monks - pour myself a tall one, play with my dog, eat dinner with my family, hopefully have a laugh or two, take a few minutes to be silent with myself and hit the hay - I send a wealth of love and tolerance to everyone -- we can only control ourselves and how we react to the icky people of the world. If God doesn't get em, lack of a good night's sleep will.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Is there anybody out there...
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear your'e feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts....
Who is out there? Are there readers who fear posting? Are you worried about saying the right thing? We'll...get over it...and join in the brainless fun of yakking away online. Step out of your comfort zone and blog....
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear your'e feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts....
Who is out there? Are there readers who fear posting? Are you worried about saying the right thing? We'll...get over it...and join in the brainless fun of yakking away online. Step out of your comfort zone and blog....
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The trouble with parents. . .
This weekend my family and I were supposed to go to Michigan to visit my dad and his wife. It is difficult to get out there due to the four kids and all their activities - plus, I actually wouldn't mind a social life. I know. I'm nuts. Anyway, due to some procrastination and other such behaviors, the trip was NOT possible. We were, let's say, homebound for the weekend. So, I did what all kids do when they know they're going to disappoint their parents -- I emailed. This way, I didn't have to talk to him right away and I could evade his initial response to the bad news. Good thing because his follow-up response wasn't much better. It was something like: LET ME GET THIS STAIGHT. and YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT, SEE YOU AT CHRISTMAS, etc. There was some doubt. Some grilling. Some guilt (on my part) and I found myself slipping into that Oh so uncomfortable position of that teenager who had to tell her dad something she KNEW he would be super Pi**ed about (is it better not to swear here? ) And I stuttered and stammered and, because I feel like I'm used to this type of response from him and it always makes me sad - I typically hold my own until I get off the phone and then - after hanging up - subject my husband to my tears and feelings of disappointing my DAD. He had/has such high hopes of me as a person and, because I had to cancel plans, I blew it. BTW - I'm almost 40 years old. However, this time I DID NOT CRY. YAY!!!!!!! But I still felt bad. I wasn't lying about the situation and I was just as disappointed about not being able to go - we always have a nice time with them - he always teaches me more about building things and puts in his two-cents worth about other things, too -- as dads would be known to do. This time, though, I knew I had made a good decision and my confidence was driven by the fact that the decision we made - not to go - was also a responsible one and maybe he'd be proud of me for that.
The truth is, I think he's already proud of me - at least he should be. He's said it a few times. I think, really, he was just disappointed because their schedule is as hectic as ours and, truth be told, we might not see each other until Christmas - which would be bad. The disappointment sounded, to me, like disapproval. But I'm sure that's not it. And, really, it's up to me to make decisions and be OK with them. I can't please everyone - not even my parents - all the time. I used to think that I had to. I would worry when people didn't like me and I'd wonder why - how could I change to show them that I am a good person worth liking and knowing. Well, after 4 years of therapy I can finally say that I've graduated, sort of. And now, if you don't like me that's your choice and I'm AOK with that. Not much I can do. You obviously don't know me or you would. :-) OK, but, back to it's your choice - not going to change much. I've been me for 39 years.
No matter how old we are, it seems that some of us are still looking for our parents' approval. I'm a parent myself and have been for over 13 years. I feel confident in most of the parenting decisions I make and, let me just say that my parents don't always approve of those decisions. Yet, I don't really worry about that. BUT, when it comes to just personal decisions or things that may or may not be a reflection of my own personal character, it's different. Then I resort back to the daughter trying to follow mom and dad's rules - trying to be a good girl, but oh so tempted to do otherwise. . .and worried they'd find out that I'm my own person.
I've made some really dumb decisions in my life and I've been the one to suffer the consequences. I shouldn't have to torture myself on an additional level - on the teenager at 40 level - of trying to please my parents. I wonder if I've created that kind of web of guilt in my own children? I know it isn't intentional (my parents) - I think they just cared and worried and wanted me to be my best. But, that's how I feel about my own kids, too. So, when they're 40 and they are making their own decisions, are they going to be hesitant to tell me - just in case I might not approve?
Once we got through the part where I felt he was convinced that I wasn't lying (note: he did not accuse me of doing so) everything seemed ok. I muddled through and felt better - knowing that, regardless of who was disappointed, I had made a good smart decision. And, I think he agreed. But, even if he didn't, sometimes father doesn't know best - daughter does! :-)
The truth is, I think he's already proud of me - at least he should be. He's said it a few times. I think, really, he was just disappointed because their schedule is as hectic as ours and, truth be told, we might not see each other until Christmas - which would be bad. The disappointment sounded, to me, like disapproval. But I'm sure that's not it. And, really, it's up to me to make decisions and be OK with them. I can't please everyone - not even my parents - all the time. I used to think that I had to. I would worry when people didn't like me and I'd wonder why - how could I change to show them that I am a good person worth liking and knowing. Well, after 4 years of therapy I can finally say that I've graduated, sort of. And now, if you don't like me that's your choice and I'm AOK with that. Not much I can do. You obviously don't know me or you would. :-) OK, but, back to it's your choice - not going to change much. I've been me for 39 years.
No matter how old we are, it seems that some of us are still looking for our parents' approval. I'm a parent myself and have been for over 13 years. I feel confident in most of the parenting decisions I make and, let me just say that my parents don't always approve of those decisions. Yet, I don't really worry about that. BUT, when it comes to just personal decisions or things that may or may not be a reflection of my own personal character, it's different. Then I resort back to the daughter trying to follow mom and dad's rules - trying to be a good girl, but oh so tempted to do otherwise. . .and worried they'd find out that I'm my own person.
I've made some really dumb decisions in my life and I've been the one to suffer the consequences. I shouldn't have to torture myself on an additional level - on the teenager at 40 level - of trying to please my parents. I wonder if I've created that kind of web of guilt in my own children? I know it isn't intentional (my parents) - I think they just cared and worried and wanted me to be my best. But, that's how I feel about my own kids, too. So, when they're 40 and they are making their own decisions, are they going to be hesitant to tell me - just in case I might not approve?
Once we got through the part where I felt he was convinced that I wasn't lying (note: he did not accuse me of doing so) everything seemed ok. I muddled through and felt better - knowing that, regardless of who was disappointed, I had made a good smart decision. And, I think he agreed. But, even if he didn't, sometimes father doesn't know best - daughter does! :-)
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Insta Gator
Are you one of those people who like to bitch and moan but don't ever stand up for yourself or what you believe in? Of course not, because you are one of the elite few who are fabulous. But what about the others out there? The ones who have so many complaints but hide behind the few bold women, with what Steven Colbert calls, "lady balls". I was requested to write about this topic and I think I know the thought pattern. It also stemmed from Oliver with a Twist's conversation way back about why people do what they do-what is the intention? Is it to start trouble-instagating things to get a reaction, or is to start a revolution that will better the majority? I don't know the answer, but I do think there are definite breeds of people.
Some folks, guys and gals alike, just don't get into the shit at work and try to stay out of politics and just go on their merry way. These usually are the people that don't get involved with the social functions or plan anything or do much either, they are kind of like lint. Just there and useless.
Then there are the die hard bitchers. They hate everyone and everything. If you look at them cross eyed because your contact is falling out they will file a grievance against you for some form of harassment. These people are dangerous. They are vindictive and miserable in and out of work and it shows. These people rarely smile and do so only when they see someone being taken down. Stay clear. They are energy sucking vampires. Bad news. Get garlic.
Then there are the gators, the ones who like to take bites at folks to try to stir up trouble. Last year a colleague had a wandering bad mouthing session going on trying to pit people against each other. Why, to start trouble=she was instigating trouble to get the pot hot and everyone riled up. These are the drama queens. They are ambulance chasers. Be careful, they won't give you the Heimlich if you are choking because they are too busy video taping your death for Youtube.
Then there are the fairly normal people who find a balance of what to get involved with at work. They pick their battles. They let some go because it is trivial and out of any one's control. They have ideas and they share their beliefs with passion and do it respectfully. Nobody is perfect by any means and nobody can have the perfect workplace but as long as you are personally happy with the choices you make day to day, then that is the world you have to answer too. You may have to deal with all the loose or tightly wound cannons, but at least you know when to shoot your mouth off. Usually these people are thanked by lesser ballsy folks and if you're lucky the lint may even speak up once and while for representing them (even though the issues probably didn't effect them, nothing does), if an ice cube falls in hell, the chronic bitchers may say thanks, but it is in an It's about freak'in time tone of voice.
It is hard working. It's hard working in even lesser conditions. It is hard biting your tongue. When do you give up? Are you being a quitter? Do you cave? Do you continue to fight? The answer in my opinion is you do what you think is right...you don't have to explain yourself although we often feel obligated to do so. Know you tried to make a difference and that your intentions were in the right place=to make changes that would benefit the masses, not yourself.
Some folks, guys and gals alike, just don't get into the shit at work and try to stay out of politics and just go on their merry way. These usually are the people that don't get involved with the social functions or plan anything or do much either, they are kind of like lint. Just there and useless.
Then there are the die hard bitchers. They hate everyone and everything. If you look at them cross eyed because your contact is falling out they will file a grievance against you for some form of harassment. These people are dangerous. They are vindictive and miserable in and out of work and it shows. These people rarely smile and do so only when they see someone being taken down. Stay clear. They are energy sucking vampires. Bad news. Get garlic.
Then there are the gators, the ones who like to take bites at folks to try to stir up trouble. Last year a colleague had a wandering bad mouthing session going on trying to pit people against each other. Why, to start trouble=she was instigating trouble to get the pot hot and everyone riled up. These are the drama queens. They are ambulance chasers. Be careful, they won't give you the Heimlich if you are choking because they are too busy video taping your death for Youtube.
Then there are the fairly normal people who find a balance of what to get involved with at work. They pick their battles. They let some go because it is trivial and out of any one's control. They have ideas and they share their beliefs with passion and do it respectfully. Nobody is perfect by any means and nobody can have the perfect workplace but as long as you are personally happy with the choices you make day to day, then that is the world you have to answer too. You may have to deal with all the loose or tightly wound cannons, but at least you know when to shoot your mouth off. Usually these people are thanked by lesser ballsy folks and if you're lucky the lint may even speak up once and while for representing them (even though the issues probably didn't effect them, nothing does), if an ice cube falls in hell, the chronic bitchers may say thanks, but it is in an It's about freak'in time tone of voice.
It is hard working. It's hard working in even lesser conditions. It is hard biting your tongue. When do you give up? Are you being a quitter? Do you cave? Do you continue to fight? The answer in my opinion is you do what you think is right...you don't have to explain yourself although we often feel obligated to do so. Know you tried to make a difference and that your intentions were in the right place=to make changes that would benefit the masses, not yourself.
Friday, September 7, 2007
S & M -single and a mom, dirty minds shame on you.
I am fortunate to be married to a good guy. I am fortunate that this good guy has decent hours...most of the time. But the last two weeks I have been playing single mom-you know the kind that holds the full time job...not the wealthy, entitled kind that just play golf and go to lunch...because they can. The single mom gig is underprivileged and lacks all forms of glory.
I think all of us married moms, working or not need to stop and think about our fellow sisters out there who are doing this all alone. Hail to the single mom.You ROCK!
Whether it is from a divorce, out of town job or worse, doing it alone really sucks. It is hard on me, but in reality I have my guy's salary, his warm body eventually each night, and the situation is temporary. It blows to make all the meals in the day, 7 days a week, (except tonight, which is Friday, and alone...I decided to take the kids to Panera because we don't have any food and I am tired). I can only imagine how my mom did it and I wish I could thank her even more for doing such a good job at something so difficult.
I just don't know how single moms ever find anytime to relax or even more importantly think. I wish there was something we, meaning me and who ever is out there, could do to brighten and cheer on a few moms we know that have to do this all of the time. Ideas? Suggestions?
Should I make a cool card on the computer and send it out just saying simply: You Rock...we support single moms! ? I don't know, it is just another random thought before bed. Not everything people can do to make others feel worthy, loved and appreciated have to cost a lot of money, sometimes a few words are priceless.
I think all of us married moms, working or not need to stop and think about our fellow sisters out there who are doing this all alone. Hail to the single mom.You ROCK!
Whether it is from a divorce, out of town job or worse, doing it alone really sucks. It is hard on me, but in reality I have my guy's salary, his warm body eventually each night, and the situation is temporary. It blows to make all the meals in the day, 7 days a week, (except tonight, which is Friday, and alone...I decided to take the kids to Panera because we don't have any food and I am tired). I can only imagine how my mom did it and I wish I could thank her even more for doing such a good job at something so difficult.
I just don't know how single moms ever find anytime to relax or even more importantly think. I wish there was something we, meaning me and who ever is out there, could do to brighten and cheer on a few moms we know that have to do this all of the time. Ideas? Suggestions?
Should I make a cool card on the computer and send it out just saying simply: You Rock...we support single moms! ? I don't know, it is just another random thought before bed. Not everything people can do to make others feel worthy, loved and appreciated have to cost a lot of money, sometimes a few words are priceless.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
So Much To Say, So Little Time
I have noticed that it has been forever since my last blog. As it goes, I got real busy. I had a whole list of topics I wanted to throw out there, but I was kind of unmotivated because I can't very many responses. I know blogs are supposed to be for yourself, a tool so to speak to get your thoughts out there, an online journal, a diary. It may be that in some sense, but my ultimate goal was to unite fabulous women and to support each other and have fun. I am not a quitter, and I don't give up that easily.....so let's blog!
Topic: When it is good to be average
This is about dealing with wearing a swimsuit at a mega resort on vacation. I don't know about all of you, but I am not the most confident person in swimwear. I was blessed with a nice rack, but there is plenty of me to go around otherwise also. However, I felt the best on this trip than I have in a long time. And to be honest, I fell into the "average" group. I know that I will never be a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model, and I hope never to be one of those ladies on the dirty birthday cards (the joke ones). Either way, being average was a good thing. More importantly, the more I looked around, it didn't matter what someone weighed, they were being themselves and having a great time. There were very heavy women wearing two pieces with the confidence of Barbie...Good for them. I am realizing that people are not sitting around judging me and that who really cares? The only one...Me. So once I kick her ass for picking on me, we're all good.
Nuts!
This was my second topic I wanted to talk about. What is the deal with peanuts and allergies? Is just about everyone allergic to these little protein powerhouses? My son who is not a meat eater unless it is smattered with batter, loves peanuts and peanut butter. So what luck do we have, he is in a "peanut free" classroom. Great. I just had gone to Trader Joe's and bought a boat load of snacks that are all peanut related. He cannot have snacks that have peanuts, okay, I just have to be careful now. He doesn't have to give up peanut butter yet at lunch because they have a "peanut free" table for the allergic kids. Someone mentioned the possibility of a peanut free school. Give me a break. Should most of the kids at an elementary school go hungry or have limited choices because a small handful of kids are legume intolerant? Shouldn't they have have special schools for the severely allergic? And what about airplanes? What do they serve on airplanes, peanuts. How could a peanut protester ever fly? They would be trapped in a poorly ventilated aircraft with peanut debris flying around. Cant' they go into anapahylactic (sp?) shock or something like that? Do they have to drive everywhere? How do they get to go to mega resorts and think I look fabulous in swimwear then? Hmm.
Dissed and Pissed: How to Cope?
I am not sure how to get over being dissed and pissed. When I feel wronged, truly wronged, not just an accident, but where it hurts, it takes me a little time to get over it. I have a very hard time hiding it also, I have tells. I am not a good poker player for that reason, and I have a severe attention problem and can't possibly think ahead like that, but that's another topic. I would like anyone to just tell me how to let go. Let go of the hurt, the desire to smack the shit out of someone and to move on. How to not let something grade on me. Or do as I just have with being dissed twice recently, let it fester until I get too busy and forget to be mad. I am not sure that is the best way, but I am taking advice. No, I am not going to blog about the actually dissing, but none of you readers who have read this before did the dastardly deeds, I just don't want it out there because I am chicken shit to have to face them about it because I don't want to do something hostile or stupid. So it is for every one's protection that the stories stay anonymous, although many of you already have heard them. Okay, ramlbing over. Done.
Topic: When it is good to be average
This is about dealing with wearing a swimsuit at a mega resort on vacation. I don't know about all of you, but I am not the most confident person in swimwear. I was blessed with a nice rack, but there is plenty of me to go around otherwise also. However, I felt the best on this trip than I have in a long time. And to be honest, I fell into the "average" group. I know that I will never be a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model, and I hope never to be one of those ladies on the dirty birthday cards (the joke ones). Either way, being average was a good thing. More importantly, the more I looked around, it didn't matter what someone weighed, they were being themselves and having a great time. There were very heavy women wearing two pieces with the confidence of Barbie...Good for them. I am realizing that people are not sitting around judging me and that who really cares? The only one...Me. So once I kick her ass for picking on me, we're all good.
Nuts!
This was my second topic I wanted to talk about. What is the deal with peanuts and allergies? Is just about everyone allergic to these little protein powerhouses? My son who is not a meat eater unless it is smattered with batter, loves peanuts and peanut butter. So what luck do we have, he is in a "peanut free" classroom. Great. I just had gone to Trader Joe's and bought a boat load of snacks that are all peanut related. He cannot have snacks that have peanuts, okay, I just have to be careful now. He doesn't have to give up peanut butter yet at lunch because they have a "peanut free" table for the allergic kids. Someone mentioned the possibility of a peanut free school. Give me a break. Should most of the kids at an elementary school go hungry or have limited choices because a small handful of kids are legume intolerant? Shouldn't they have have special schools for the severely allergic? And what about airplanes? What do they serve on airplanes, peanuts. How could a peanut protester ever fly? They would be trapped in a poorly ventilated aircraft with peanut debris flying around. Cant' they go into anapahylactic (sp?) shock or something like that? Do they have to drive everywhere? How do they get to go to mega resorts and think I look fabulous in swimwear then? Hmm.
Dissed and Pissed: How to Cope?
I am not sure how to get over being dissed and pissed. When I feel wronged, truly wronged, not just an accident, but where it hurts, it takes me a little time to get over it. I have a very hard time hiding it also, I have tells. I am not a good poker player for that reason, and I have a severe attention problem and can't possibly think ahead like that, but that's another topic. I would like anyone to just tell me how to let go. Let go of the hurt, the desire to smack the shit out of someone and to move on. How to not let something grade on me. Or do as I just have with being dissed twice recently, let it fester until I get too busy and forget to be mad. I am not sure that is the best way, but I am taking advice. No, I am not going to blog about the actually dissing, but none of you readers who have read this before did the dastardly deeds, I just don't want it out there because I am chicken shit to have to face them about it because I don't want to do something hostile or stupid. So it is for every one's protection that the stories stay anonymous, although many of you already have heard them. Okay, ramlbing over. Done.
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