Tuesday, May 26, 2009
When push comes to shove
I had a couple of incidents happen last weekend that caused me to see my life a little clearer. One was with friends, one was with family. I'm not saying that I'm "all knowing" now, but I actually felt my spine straighten and my chin lift up. Literally. I could start to taste what I'm made of. I cannot allow the comments that you feel necessary to make have the effect on me that they do. I won't be crushed by the words coming from your mouth. Our relationship is what it is. I love you, but it's my life. I love you for who you are, and I expect the same from you. If you choose not to do that, it's not my issue. The realization was a little exhausting, but I felt good about it. It felt very "sane".
Monday, May 11, 2009
Not waiting to exhale
I realized about a week ago that I hated the stress monkey that I had become. Between work and personal issues, I was monumentally grumpy. I didn't want to, but I seemed to end up that way by 9am every morning. Ugh. The weekends weren't enough to wash it away.
So I'm done. I'm done with being grumpy. I consider myself a fairly self-aware person and knew the effect of my grumpiness on others. I can't constantly let others get to me and ruin my perfectly good days. I don't have any control over their bad habits, so I can't let them effect me like they have. I'm taking deep breaths. It's amazing what a deep breath can do. Of course, I take a lot of them and people might think I'm hyperventilating. :)
*snifffffffff* *whoooooooooooo*
So I'm done. I'm done with being grumpy. I consider myself a fairly self-aware person and knew the effect of my grumpiness on others. I can't constantly let others get to me and ruin my perfectly good days. I don't have any control over their bad habits, so I can't let them effect me like they have. I'm taking deep breaths. It's amazing what a deep breath can do. Of course, I take a lot of them and people might think I'm hyperventilating. :)
*snifffffffff* *whoooooooooooo*
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Blood, sweat and burgers
I spent last Monday night watching Wrestlemania 25 with my husband and my son, staying up well past my bedtime. It was a belated Christmas present to our pro-wrestling obsessed boy. Nothing's greater in the world to a 14 year old than people smashing into each other and the fake drama that surrounds it. My husband and I were both wrestling fans at that age, too, so we're fairly understanding. Of course, we didn't have DVR capabilities to record every ounce of wrestling on TV to watch later. And let's be clear, there's A LOT of wrestling on TV these days. It's on several times a week.
So, Monday night was four full hours of explosions and Kid Rock and half-naked girls and large, sweaty men. Of course, the latter wasn't all that bad. (I may or may not have fallen for several muscular, neckless men during my single days. I will not deny nor confirm this. I discovered I like necks, though, they're kissable. Whew... is it warm in here?) We had burgers and home fries for dinner, one of the boy's favorite meals. I also threw in some mid-Wrestlemania Chocolate and Caramel Crunch-n-Munch that I highly recommend. While we were cooking dinner, my son said "Wow, burgers, homefries and Wrestlemania!" With a small sarcastic drip I replied, "mmm, it's like a little slice of heaven." Without missing a beat, he frantically nodded his head, "Yeah! Really!" I didn't even attempt to help him catch my sarcasm - he was the happiest boy in the world.
So, Monday night was four full hours of explosions and Kid Rock and half-naked girls and large, sweaty men. Of course, the latter wasn't all that bad. (I may or may not have fallen for several muscular, neckless men during my single days. I will not deny nor confirm this. I discovered I like necks, though, they're kissable. Whew... is it warm in here?) We had burgers and home fries for dinner, one of the boy's favorite meals. I also threw in some mid-Wrestlemania Chocolate and Caramel Crunch-n-Munch that I highly recommend. While we were cooking dinner, my son said "Wow, burgers, homefries and Wrestlemania!" With a small sarcastic drip I replied, "mmm, it's like a little slice of heaven." Without missing a beat, he frantically nodded his head, "Yeah! Really!" I didn't even attempt to help him catch my sarcasm - he was the happiest boy in the world.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Life's little pleasures
Just a few things that I really think are life's little pleasures - that really help you feel that moment in your life.
1. Warm cookies.
2. Clean, warm sweat socks at the end of the day.
3. The smell of your mom or grandma's perfume.
4. Homemade macaroni and cheese.
5. Your dog giving you a little, tiny kiss on the end of your nose.
6. The smell of fresh, cut grass.
7. Having your grandma tell you that "you're a good kid", no matter how old you are.
1. Warm cookies.
2. Clean, warm sweat socks at the end of the day.
3. The smell of your mom or grandma's perfume.
4. Homemade macaroni and cheese.
5. Your dog giving you a little, tiny kiss on the end of your nose.
6. The smell of fresh, cut grass.
7. Having your grandma tell you that "you're a good kid", no matter how old you are.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Homestretch
21. I LOVE green olives. And all things salty.
22. I love to craft. I really love beads and making my own jewelry, but I will try my hand at crafting darn near anything. I restrain myself as much as possible due to lack of space.
23. I'm allergic to a wide variety of foods, some that I really miss: potatoes, chocolate, milk, horseradish, ice cream. *sigh*
24. I'm starting to understand more and more that everyone has different types of friends: work friends, party friends, sit down-and-talk friends, go- have-lunch friends and that it's very rare to find someone that fulfills all of these.
25. My favorite thing in the world is to lie in bed on Sunday morning with my husband while we pet the dog between us. We then get up and drink our fancy, flavored, weekend coffee and read the paper. I really love the down-time of reading the newspaper. I hope they never vanish completely.
22. I love to craft. I really love beads and making my own jewelry, but I will try my hand at crafting darn near anything. I restrain myself as much as possible due to lack of space.
23. I'm allergic to a wide variety of foods, some that I really miss: potatoes, chocolate, milk, horseradish, ice cream. *sigh*
24. I'm starting to understand more and more that everyone has different types of friends: work friends, party friends, sit down-and-talk friends, go- have-lunch friends and that it's very rare to find someone that fulfills all of these.
25. My favorite thing in the world is to lie in bed on Sunday morning with my husband while we pet the dog between us. We then get up and drink our fancy, flavored, weekend coffee and read the paper. I really love the down-time of reading the newspaper. I hope they never vanish completely.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Things 16-20 - almost done!
16. My dream job would be to have my own boutique that sold fun gift items and hilarious knick-knacks. Maybe a few craft items. Things that women give other women because only they would get the joke. It would be called Wicked Giggles. My dream job also entails having an animal at work. And those that didn't like my big, orange terminally pissed-off cat and my overly-flatulent, lazy dog could suck it, and walk their happy asses back out my shop door.
17. When I was little I wanted to be a dancer when I grew up. I believed this until the day that my dance teacher mumbled to herself, "I don't know why I bother, you're not gonna be any good anyways." Grown-ups can suck sometimes. I told my Mom and she called and told her exactly where she could stick that tap shoe, and then signed me up for baton lessons the next day. Which I loved, and was pretty good at. Grown-ups can kick ass sometimes.
18. I love to sing in my car. As loudly as possibly. I'm also a pretty good seat dancer.
19. I had a series of truly vile varsity coaches in high school, for both volleyball and softball. People that said very nasty things and loved to belittle you. Karma will find you, my friends.
20. My softball number is 11. My husband's number is 8. We both have the same tattoo with our respective numbers on them. He proposed to me, by coincidence, on 11-8. Our favorite number is 19. You do the math.
17. When I was little I wanted to be a dancer when I grew up. I believed this until the day that my dance teacher mumbled to herself, "I don't know why I bother, you're not gonna be any good anyways." Grown-ups can suck sometimes. I told my Mom and she called and told her exactly where she could stick that tap shoe, and then signed me up for baton lessons the next day. Which I loved, and was pretty good at. Grown-ups can kick ass sometimes.
18. I love to sing in my car. As loudly as possibly. I'm also a pretty good seat dancer.
19. I had a series of truly vile varsity coaches in high school, for both volleyball and softball. People that said very nasty things and loved to belittle you. Karma will find you, my friends.
20. My softball number is 11. My husband's number is 8. We both have the same tattoo with our respective numbers on them. He proposed to me, by coincidence, on 11-8. Our favorite number is 19. You do the math.
More things to bore you with...
11. I love that my husband loves animals as much as I do. He hasn't met a dog yet that doesn't feel a need to clean his face. We think he must taste like gravy to dogs.
12. I love it when my husband narrates a voice for our dog. Especially when he puts her paw to her head and says, in a high-pitched voice, "Private Dingo reporting for duty, sir" and then goes on a ten minute military rant of Lucy talking to her sergeant. It's HILARIOUS.
13. My husband is a dumbass. But he's my dumbass.
14. When I was about eight, our family was caught in a storm on Dworshak Reservoir in our seventeen-foot fishing boat. The winds were blowing about 60 mph and causing 20 foot swells. When we were on top of the swell we could see shore, when we weren't... we saw nothing but walls of water. I don't know how we weren't killed. This attributes to my whitewater and lightning fears. Don't tell me just to calm down, I'm not going to get over it.
15. I love turkey sandwiches. Sourdough bread, white meat, little mayo, little butter, cranberry, sprinkling of salt. Yes, please!
12. I love it when my husband narrates a voice for our dog. Especially when he puts her paw to her head and says, in a high-pitched voice, "Private Dingo reporting for duty, sir" and then goes on a ten minute military rant of Lucy talking to her sergeant. It's HILARIOUS.
13. My husband is a dumbass. But he's my dumbass.
14. When I was about eight, our family was caught in a storm on Dworshak Reservoir in our seventeen-foot fishing boat. The winds were blowing about 60 mph and causing 20 foot swells. When we were on top of the swell we could see shore, when we weren't... we saw nothing but walls of water. I don't know how we weren't killed. This attributes to my whitewater and lightning fears. Don't tell me just to calm down, I'm not going to get over it.
15. I love turkey sandwiches. Sourdough bread, white meat, little mayo, little butter, cranberry, sprinkling of salt. Yes, please!
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