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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Here Kitty, Kitty

I need to share something with you guys. I have laughed this morning..and I want to share it with you.

Back story first: I have a cat. Hang on. We have a ca.. …… My honey has a cat.

The cat is ok. I’m not really a cat person… but my child and my honey obviously can put up with them much better than I can. So… there is Marcel.

Marcel grew on me rather quickly. He really has acted more like a dog than a cat since we brought him home. This made me like him a little easier, and not want to kill him all of the time. The little fart even fetches. Now, Honey has him in training to stand on his hind legs like a human… and walk. He’s getting there… slowly…

Now, his training will more than likely be put on hold for a while, seeing as I have him scheduled for a visit to the “no more babies for Marcel ever” doctor in the morning. Thus… the result of this story.

We begin at work. A lovely day. Things are going by just swimmingly. Until I start to have this sticky feeling on the bottom of my foot. Not my shoe… my Socked Foot. It’s beginning to stick to my heel, and it’s rather noticeable.

Hang on. I forgot one tiny bit of relevant information….

This cat has always been a rather decent, law abiding citizen…Until this past weekend. Something happened to him and he went absolutely insane. He’s been growling at people, and hissing and just being down-right cat-like. It’s annoying.

Sunday evening… he felt the need to mark his territory in my nice (freshly carpeted) walk-in closet. I don’t know if any of you have an idea of what male cat spray smells like… but just think of stale ammonia and magnify it by ten thousand… then… I can attempt to start explaining to you what male cat spray smells like.

Animals don’t do that in my house. CATS especially.

So… the spray has been neutralized, and the cat has been locked out of the bedroom for 4 days now. He is NOT a happy camper.

Back to present day. I want to share with you the conversation I had with my honey just a while ago.

Enjoy.

Me: Your cat put something in my shoe. I just now realized it because whatever it was, I have now squished and it is making my sock stick to my foot in that one spot. And it is quite annoying. After further inspection it seems to be the remains of a small critter or maybe an area in which he used as toilet paper. I am very angry at your cat right now…You are both very lucky that there is such a distance between him and I.

Honey: Teach him a lesson: have his balls cut off.

Me: I would like to cut them off myself!
With scissors.
While he watches.

Honey: Remind me to never poop in your shoe.

Me: I am afraid because of why I should have to remind you of that.

Honey: I regard the rules of society as merely guidelines.

Me: We will get along just fine.

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 Say… “I’m so sorry, Marcel”

Friday, May 4, 2012

Everything is personal, if you're a person.

I hate to return after being absent for so long with a preachy blog. But, I have been thinking about this lately and if I don’t write about it, I’ll continue to think about it.

Years ago, I heard the most profound phrase, and it has stuck with me all of these years.

“Everything is personal, if you’re a person.” 

For those movie lovers out there, you can probably cite which movie and what actress that originated from. Regardless of its origin, it’s something to think about, and something to remember.

I used to be part of a certain internet forum. I decided to take my exit a month or so ago. I still creep in and out when I think about it…just to check in on the few people there that I do actually care about. Something has happened recently with the majority of the frequent posters. There has been an obvious separation there; with some migrating to form another forum, and some bouncing in between the two.

Regardless of the reasons or the deciding factors, there has been an increase in child-like attitudes recently and I find it incredibly distasteful. When we get our feathers ruffled, it’s so eye opening to go back and actually think about what we said and how we acted during that time. Sometimes, it’s downright embarrassing. Hind sight really is 20/20.

If I had the chance to say one thing to them all, it would be this: I constantly hear it preached that, “the internet is serious business!” It’s a constant, running joke among the technical community. I’m sure if you’ve been involved with the internet for any length of time, you’ve read it before. It’s a phrase that has caught on just like any other fad and it’s slathered in sarcasm when it should be respected, and seen as an individual label.

I know exactly what most people think about when they say it. And, it’s true. The majority of the public take things too seriously. People are too uptight about some things. Absolutely.

But, whether you believe it or not; it doesn’t matter what you’re dealing with, everything has an impact on you one way or the other. You can’t tell me it doesn’t. People have lost their lives, their families, their jobs, their friends… all from the internet. Do you deny it? So, why is it that when someone seems to be getting their feathers ruffled, we feel the need to brush it off and treat them as if they are just being silly about a simple joke or opinion? Does their life mean so little to you? When we log in to the internet, it doesn’t matter where we go, or what we do. …we are actively taking time away from our everyday life. Your family is put on hold, your chores are put on hold, your entire existence is transformed into a life that exists in a series of numbers and algorithms. To some, this life is more precious than their actual living, breathing existence. How absurd.

Some people really do need to grow up. Some people need to read the definition of respect and sit on it for a little while. When someone has invested years of their life into a character, it is not your place to blast their true identity to the world. That is a personal choice, and you have crossed a line of respect and simple human dignity.

I know that half of the people reading this blog will be confused as heck, and I’m sorry for that. I just really needed to get this out so I could move onto something else in my head to think about.

People never cease to amaze me. I am constantly surprised at how some people can act sometimes. But, I do know this… never pick a fight with an idiot. They’ll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience every time.

 Respect is something that has long been lost, and is on the edge of extinction. If you can’t respect those around you, how do you expect your children to? If you can’t respect someone, because of some random reason…remove yourself from interacting with them. If you can’t remove yourself, then you’re going to have to deal with it the best way you know how. Just remember that you’re an adult. People will remember the negative things before they remember the positive…and remember that everything is personal, if you’re a person.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

*Cough, cough

Ok, so I haven’t forgotten about you guys. I actually think about my blog regularly, I just don’t take the time to sit and write as much as I used to. Plus, I really have a boring life, so there hasn’t been a whole lot to write about.

 So, to catch up… I’ve lost 13 pounds, and I’m still planking. My last plank was 1 min 45 seconds. I was doing so well for a while, then I got this upper respiratory viral infection and it has really set me back. I’ve been so worn out and weak, my planks have suffered. Last night, I tried and failed miserably. But, will get back on it tonight.

As I’m writing this, I am trying to actively keep myself from passing out into a stone cold slumber. I don’t know if it’s the meds I’m on, or if it’s being sick…or not sleeping really well..or maybe it’s just a mixture of it all, but I’m pooped!

The princess is in Disney World this week with her Grandparents. I try to talk to her every day, but she seems to be too busy to speak to mom. Which, I understand. I think they had breakfast with Mickey and Minnie and the crew yesterday morning. She should be on her way home this Friday. So, I don’t know exactly when she will be home, but I’m expecting her late Friday night, or early Saturday morning. Either way, I hope it comes soon. I miss that thing!

She got all of her hair cut off. That thing looks so sassy now. She donated six inches to a woman that makes wigs for a non-profit organization. So, she was very happy ..and so was mommy.

 The weight loss journey is difficult. I have found that exercising is my area of weakness. I find it so hard to get motivated, and to stay that way. But, it’s slowly working out. It’s so hard to realize how much your body changes as you age. It really is harder to lose weight the older you get. CURSE YOU, AGE!!

Anyway, I just wanted to stop in and say hello. Give a small update. Let you all know I’m still here. If I have any words of wisdom today, I guess it would be…..

Keep your butt down!

 ..that’s what is constantly going through my head while I’m planking. Thought I would share! Toodles!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Planking and Changing

Annnnd.. Just like that!... Ten pounds are gone. Well, ten pounds as of last Friday.

Ah, ah, ah, ah staying alive, staying alive.

What is it about the BeeGees that makes a Monday morning bearable? You should see this, I’m doing the disco dance in my chair. I’ve really got to get a camera put up in my office. I could probably win money.

Anyway, back on track; I want to say this and I want it to sink in..

 “If you do what you’ve always done, you’re gonna get what you’ve always gotten.”

 I was talking with my honey last night about change. We had a very enlightening conversation about the capability of genuine change. You know, for the majority of the population, change isn’t possible. Why is that? What makes it so difficult? Is it a comfort factor? Is it fear of the unknown? Is it simple laziness? Pride?

Then, this morning, on my way to work I thought about it again. Change is constant! Just think about it; change is going to happen regardless if we initiate it or not. And, right here is where I could detail into a two hour conversation about change…

But, because it’s Monday, and I have things to do… I’m going to just take the avenue of my latest journey.

Health.

I can’t express to you how pumped I am about this healthy lifestyle change. I have, this past week, become the Healthy Workplace Coordinator at work. What does this mean? It means that I now have even MORE accountability! …which is AWESOME! We are beginning some healthy challenges and also a Couch to 5K program today after work. I am PUMPED!

So, I want to share with you guys a personal challenge that I started yesterday. ..and if you want, do it with me. It’s not too late to start. April is going to be my Plank a Day Challenge. I started yesterday (April 1st) holding a plank for 30 seconds. This is great. I would like to challenge you to try it…even just once. You will find out just how much you need to get yourself into a regular exercise routine.

A Plank is the position your body takes when it is in the upwards push-up position. Toes on the floor, hands on the floor, arms stretched, body in a straight line. You can also do this on your forearms (it's a little easier some say). The plank a day challenge consists of starting the first day of the month with a decent time frame (I'm gonna say 30 seconds). On April 1st, I held this position for a total of 30 seconds. That's it. Then, I go about my daily activities and such. Today, I will hold it for 35 seconds. Every day during the month of April, I will add 5 seconds to the total time of my plank.


Wow, Auntie.. that sounds really easy and really insignificant. Why in the world would you do that? What purpose does it serve? What does this do, you might ask?? Well, here ya go: This position (when done on a regular basis) will strengthen your arms, wrists and shoulders as well as the Core muscles (which are your abs and lower abdominal muscles) Lower back, glutes and thighs. Basically, it's a strengthening exercise for your whole body! And, guess what!... This is one of the best activities a woman can do to help prevent and fight bone loss. It is proven that weight bearing activity will not only prevent osteoporosis, but it will help build bone back.

So. That’s it. That’s what’s new with me! Woot! I’m pumped!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I'm still kickin' chicken!

Yes, yes I know..

No, I haven’t fallen off of the planet. I’m still here. I’ve just been out of it the past couple of weeks. Let’s see if I can catch you up on the ins and outs of Auntie’s life.

Did I tell you guys that the princess broke her collar bone? I can’t remember if I covered that or not, but just in case I missed it…. The princess broke her collar bone.

Sunday, a couple of weeks ago, she was at her dads and decided she would watch Sponge Bob on the arm of the couch (brilliant!). Well, bless it… gravity works, and she found out the hard way. She lost her balance and fell on her right shoulder, which in turn cracked her collar bone.Big frowny face, right? Nope! Look at that precious smile, even in the midst of pain. 



Our luck, this was 6 days prior to her 5th birthday party. *Rescind the fun jump and bring in canvas and paint! So, we had a nice ER visit, and she has a very attractive blue sling on her arm (which she wears wrong 100% of the time). But, the pain finally subsided and she is healing beautifully.

Then, this past Friday, I had oral surgery. I had a jaw tooth extracted and a bone graft done to prepare my mouth for an implant. Just let me give you a tip here… IF you’ve ever had surgery…or IF you are going to have surgery in the future; do NOT look it up on YouTube. I am begging you. I have realized that the real reason they knock you out for surgery is NOT because they want you to be comfortable… it’s to keep you from freaking the HECK OUT! *shudder*

So… I have had a very interesting couple of weeks here. But, here’s the big news!

I am starting a weight loss journey. It’s official. I am making this announcement for accountability only. I am using you people. HA! No, for real… I am one of those people who needs encouragement. My personality appreciates thrives on really needs requires attention. Some people have this figured out about me, and some not so much. Some feed my need, others don’t really care. Doesn’t matter.

I am taking you with me through this journey, and I will keep you updated on my progress. I am going to start a series of photos to track my physical progress. I will not post the photos until I have ended my journey. So, this will be fun for me, and it should be interesting. I hope you can get some entertainment out of it. And, I think it will help keep me on track and in check. So. … Here we go! Weight loss journey is under way. I’ve made a goal to lose 72 pounds. By when? I don’t know yet. I actually started this journey last Monday, but I’m just now getting to you about it.

So far… I have lost a total of 9 pounds. So… only 63 more to go! Woot! That’s what I’m talking about! Doesn’t that feel good!?

Yeah.. I thought so.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Giveaway Winner!!!

It's official! We have a winner!

You know, maybe people just didn't like my prize... or maybe they didn't like the question.. but I was really thinking that I would get more comments than I did. I may do a small pout about it, then get over it really quick and post another Giveaway.

Who knows!?

Anywhoo... I have confided in my dear friends at Random.org for help in choosing a winner, and here it is:

Comment #6:
The government has a secret facility in Southern Mississippi. They have been hiding living aliens there for years. It is actually an interstellar space port. They use humans for food and after they digest us, they use their feces for fuel to fly between the stars. These aliens have powers far beyond anything we have ever seen before. They promised the American Government all the power and riches they could ever imagine as long as they could gather fuel for their ships. In the name of greet and power we (the people) have been traded to the aliens for use as they see fit. Don't tell them I told you this..... no one was supposed to know. This was such a good idea I had to make it into a blog.

So, congrats to you! You are the proud new owner of this interesting little bit of fun. Now, it's your job to help me figure out how to get it to you. Hey! I've done my part; time for you to work a little bit!

And, thank you all who participated. You don't know how fun this is for me! :) Bookmark me and get back here regularly! I got some good stuff to give away. 

Happy Friday! :) 

Monday, March 12, 2012

Just a tiny GIVEAWAY!

**THIS GIVEAWAY IS OVER**

WOW! Here it is! They little giveaway I've been telling you about. Wait no more! Ok.. well, maybe wait a little longer.

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HA!.
Ok, ok.. here it is. Nothing fancy, just something completely typical of Auntie. And, since we will do a few of these... the first freebie up for grabs is this:


Did you know there's a secret daily flight from the United States to Cuba? Or, that in 1966, the U.S. government smashed a bacteria-laden light bulb inside the New York subway system? Or that there are quite a few abandoned underground New York subway stations? Or, that there's an entire (now-abandoned) underground movie theater in France? Of course not, because they are secrets. And this book is full of them. That's why it's called [insert eerie music here] the Book of Secrets. OOOOoooooo.

The Book of Secrets reveals hundreds of clandestine, covert, surreptitious, furtive, hush-hush, and taboo pop-cultural and historical curiosities, from government cover-ups to marketing tricks to Colonel Sander's secret recipe. Practical secrets are also revealed, such as how to obtain a flight upgrade, speak in public, or win friends and influence people. The biggest secret, though, is how the author managed to cram all these secrets into such a tiny tome. Really, this book is small enough to eat, if you had to - and with all the secrets contained inside, you just might!


Great stocking stuffer, bathroom reading or door stop. It is also quite useful as a coaster or paper weight. Personally, I think this is an awesome gift! I would love to have one. So, if you win, please feel free to give it back. No pressure.

SO!.. "How can I win this amazing prize?" you may be asking yourself!...

Ask no further!

Just answer THIS question: What is the best kept secret of the US government? 

This isn't a right or wrong answer. This is an OPINIONATED answer. I just want your involvement. And, the crazier the better! Tell me about Area 51 or who really killed JFK! I wanna know what YOU wonder about. Give it your best shot. Then, on Friday, March 16th at 2pm CENTRAL time, I will put the number of comments into the random number generator at random.org and waaaaa laaaaaa!. We have a winner!

So, give me your best and cross your fingers!
Also, feel free to engage in replies to one another. The more comments, the better! 

Begin.

Right down there in the comment section.

Now.

Go.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Size Matters

It really does! For example.. I am going to do a small giveaway. Not a big one. A small one. But, hey! In the tough economic times we're living in, anything free is great, right? Plus, this will be a great way for me to say "Thanks" for being such loyal readers, and maybe even spark a few more while I'm at it.

So, this is how it's gonna go: In the next few days, I am going to post a giveaway (so make sure you check in with me). I'll explain what prize you're competing for, along with a picture of it..then, I will post a random question, and you will leave a comment on my blog with your answer. I'll set a specific cutoff time and date the contest will end, then I will use my lovely friends at random.org to help me choose a winner based on how many comments I receive.

I will post the winner, then we'll exchange contact information and all of that beautiful stuff. So, you can comment as 'Anonymous' if you would like, that's no problem. I will post the winning comment in a blog...you'll just have to give me a little heads up if it's you. Yeah, I know that's not exactly fair, but hey.. nothing in life really is.

That's also why I'm not giving away a new car or $1.3 Million dollars. See? Size matters!

Stay tuned! :)

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Anyone got any cheese?

Oh boy.. here it goes.

So, I’ve been confusing a few people in my life lately. And, instead of trying to explain it, I’m just going to write until my fingers stop. I would like to take this moment to say that I’ve had an epiphany. I think it required a few proverbial slaps in the face. …but I got it! I got it.

It got me…. Then, I got it.
It got got…and I got got.

Got milk?

……. Yeah, so…..

Um. I have just recently been convicted of something that I want to share with you beautiful people (beautiful people).

For those of you who aren’t fortunate enough to be able to hang out with me, let me give you a little background on me; I was born with my foot in my mouth. That’s it. That’s all you have to know. But, since you asked, I will detail a bit more….

I have always had this strong urge to control everything. It’s one hell of a trait. And, because I deal with it, it’s difficult for me to GIVE IT UP. What is the last thing someone in control wants to do?.... let go. So… here’s my deal… I fix things. I make things right. If something is teetering, I ‘tot’ it. Make sense?

The only problem here is that I am a constant failure. I can muck something up to the point of no return! The world doesn’t work like I think it does. If it did, we would all be bouncing on clouds, sucking pomegranates and arresting spiders. Maybe fluffing a few pillows…

Guess what.

It’s not my place to control things. I heard a pastor this past Sunday say one of the most profound things that I think I’ve heard in a while…

He said (and I’m not gonna quote him, because I’m gonna mess it up) something like this: Are you really narcissistic enough to believe that the whole world rests on your shoulders? It’s not your job to handle everything. You don’t have to be perfect. That’s not your job.

Ok.. so that really hit me. And, since Sunday I’ve been dealing with some inner demons over it all. Do you know how difficult it is to change a primary trait? It’s dang near impossible. I can sit here and encourage and inspire all day long. That’s what I do. It’s what I love… but, when it all boils down to it, I really have no right to tell you what you should be striving for when I can’t get my own self under control. See? Dang it. There’s that word again.

I think all I need is a simple lobotomy. HEY! .. I didn’t type that! I meant to say that all I need is a simple change in vocabulary. Psssshhhh!!... That sounds nothing like lobotomy. I think someone put something in my jelly beans. I also think that there’s a constant need for people to feel accepted and loved. When it all boils down to it, I think that’s it. Trust, honesty, love, patience, kindness, selflessness, loyalty… All of those things that don’t exist at one time. Why? Because we are human. But you know what? They do exist.

Perfection is a trap. Control is a trap. Keep your little mouse paws clean, and don’t get trapped!

“squeeeeeeeaaaaakkkkk!!!!!” *snap!



Mission Complete.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Taking a walk

We all want progress, but if you're on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.
C. S. Lewis

I have written many blogs about forward motion. I've always felt the greatest form of accomplishment is to, indeed, continue ahead. This quote by CS Lewis brings out a very interesting point. What if your "forward motion" is to back track? What if your "road ahead" is the road you've already traveled?

No one wants to be wrong. And, no one wants to admit it when they are. Believe me! *snort* But, in the days of our lives, we are going to have to face the fact that we aren't always right. We don't always do things the best way. We don't always make the best decisions. And, we pay for it. You may not find reparation immediately.. but at some point in life, it will come back and bite you.

I believe the hardest thing to do in those situations is to stop and actually take the time to correct your mistake. "Haaa!!! Auntie, it's hard enough to get me to admit that I'm wrong! If you think I'm actually going to admit my wrong and try to fix it at the same time, well, you've lost it! I need time for my pride to heal before I go and make another mistake by trying to fix the first one."

You don't have to fix it right then. But, don't you think it would be much easier to go ahead and do the about-face? That way, when you stop for a breather, you will know what you're dealing with ahead..and you can plan your course of action to correct it. Let's face it... most mistakes happen because they are spur of the moment decisions, right?

Let's put this into Auntie's terms...

Jill is happy with her new Coach (for you guys, that's a purse). Hang on... what am I doing? ...

Mark Ingram is happy with the Saints. He is playing with the big dogs. He gets time on the field. He is practicing regularly and keeping himself healthy (for the most part). Aw heck...

Ok.

Bob has a good job, a nice truck, a pretty decent home and a jam up wife (come on, everybody knows Bob...stay with me here). Bob has had a bit of a gambling problem in the past. It became a big issue when he lost the entire contents of their life savings a few years ago; on a bad bet against the Tide (we all have to learn). At that point, Bob was scared of not only losing his earthly possessions,  but he was embarrassed at work, as well as among his circle of friends, his poker buddies; and most of all...he was afraid of losing his marriage.
Bob's first thought was to take his entire paycheck and go win the money back on some side bets this weekend (this would be an example of continuing with forward motion after recognition of a mistake). Bob had realized he had made a mistake, and his first thought was to continue in that same course of action to correct it. Can you think of a few "gambling" mistakes you've made? ...
The saving grace was the moment that Bob talked with his wonderful wife. She explained to him that this type of behavior can no longer continue, and that he could make a decision to fix his mistakes or to continue to make more (Bob has done the about-face at this point, and he is going to sit and take a breather to gather his thoughts about what to do next).
After a few days of deliberation, Bob finally made his decision. He took the first step on his course of back track and got a part time job delivering pizzas to replace the money he squandered out of the family savings. That road back was a really long one... it was full of things that he didn't want to do..and it created a lot of character for Bob. But, once he got to the point of origin, he was able to make the choice to take the right path. The path of continuous forward motion.

The moral of the story? Never bet against the Tide.

hahahaa.... I couldn't resist. Ok... so, really.. the moral of the story? What would it be for you? Did you get my point at all? Bob needed to think about a few things. He needed to consider his position in his family (the head) and he also had to realize that he needed to put his feelings on the bottom of the list. His needs and wants were of no importance. He needed to take the path of being a responsible and caring man for his family.

Oh... Bob saved enough money to replace what he had lost, and just enough to take the family to the 2011 NCAA Championship game. They all wore Crimson and was able to rejoice when their new favorite team WON! And, Bob was happy.

So.. I guess what I'm trying to say is; don't try to fix your first mistake by making a rushed decision about the remedy. Sometimes the road we've already walked, is the key to our redemption. Just make sure to keep it between the lines.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Things aren't always what they seem

Man, I know it's been a while since I've written a blog. I've missed it! I have had so much going on in the past few weeks, I've been like a little crazy person. I know, I know...that's typically my norm, but lately things have been extra crazy. I've wanted to sit and write before now, but I just haven't taken the time to do it.

This morning, I was reading, and I came across a very interesting little piece that I want to share with you guys.

A Different Kind of Prayer
"Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and was rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry, and spend a few precious moments with her children. Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester. Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking fellow, begging for money in the same spot every day is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares. Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together."

Now, whether you believe in God or not, you've got to take some time to really read that and think about what it says.  It's a very inspirational little thought. It asks us to look at things a little differently. It asks us to realize that things may not always be as they seem... and even if we neglect to admit that; at least we can keep in our minds that there may be another story to the situation we are currently dealing with. What are we in such a hurry for, anyway? We're all headed the same place in the grand scheme of things. 

I've learned that people are selfish. Even more so that what we would like to realize, sometimes. It's human nature, I guess. Now, don't get me wrong... there are some precious people in the world (and abundant in my life, thankfully), who are so patient, and understanding. But, we all have those selfish moments. ...some just more than others. 

I've learned that change is a very difficult thing to accept. So, I'm not asking for people to change anymore. I'm simply going to rotate my approach. And... maybe rotate myself in the process. There are so many things that I would love to do differently in my every day life. The way I treat people, the way I respond to situations, the way I accept what life hands me... 

How do you begin to adjust yourself differently? I do believe that it comes from somewhere that not just you or I can see. But, we have to put it into motion. We have to make it happen. ...and we have to want it to be that way. When it all boils down to it... 

it's us. 

Friday, February 10, 2012

Knitting for Valentine's Day

Since Valentine's Day is rapidly approaching, I guess I should start writing a few things about love and the mushy stuff that people really like to hear about (even if they say they don't). Reading or hearing a good love story is like reading a good book, or being told great news. Even if you could care less about love and mush, I would bet that you at least have some sort of smile in your heart when you hear a sappy story about love. It's human nature. I'm not asking you to admit it; I'm just calling attention to it.

heeehee.. you're welcome.

So, anyway; I've been keeping daily tabs on a website that I've found and I was reading something today that I wanted to share with you guys. It's a really neat story and a very encouraging lesson. So, without wasting any more time, here ya go:

Our brother-in-law, Bob, had a mother who would knit him thick wool sweaters. Bob remembers one time when she was knitting and noticed a dropped stitch about 20 stitches earlier. She seemed really upset about that one dropped stitch and undid several minutes of work to go back and pick up that one stitch.

“I asked her why the fuss about one stitch, and told her to just forget it, no one would notice it anyway,” Bob recalls. “Mom said: ‘Because that one dropped stitch is where your sweater will start to unravel.’”

Bob and his wife, Mary Beth, have been married 33 years and they are the best of friends today. That’s because Bob learned a lot about watching his mother knit sweaters.

“We are to be knit so tightly together – as a couple – that we don’t unravel…not one dropped stitch.”

We can unintentionally drop a stitch by doing something careless – not remembering a birthday or anniversary, failing to be there for the other when we are needed, saying a careless word, or making an unkind gesture. The list goes on. There are a million different ways to drop a stitch in your relationship with your spouse and to cause the unraveling to begin.

But, there are also a million simple acts of love to pick up the dropped stitches in your relationship so you two can be tightly knitted together once again.

We surveyed several couples and asked them what simple acts of love they practice in their relationship:

When my husband comes home for lunch I try to have everything ready for him so he doesn’t have to bother.

He likes to have my hair a little longer. I prefer it short, but I’ll wear it longer for him.

Just sitting on the couch and being together instead of one of us being on the computer.

I’ll do the dishes for her or vacuum the house, so she won’t feel she needs to.

And what are some simple acts of love couples love to receive?

When he does something and makes it feel like an ‘us’ thing – that makes me feel loved.

When my spouse drops things to do stuff around the house for us, that speaks love to me.

When my wife makes me something special for dinner that she knows I like.

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So, for the heck of it, why don't you think of something right now to do for your significant other. I mean right now! .. well, after you finish reading this blog :)

How about you shut the computer down. Put your phone away. Let the iPad rest for a little while. Those things will always be around. As a matter of fact, they will all remain here even when WE don't! So, go find your man... go find your woman... And just give them a hug. Kiss them on the cheek, the nose, the forehead... just where ever. My mom does this thing with my baby.. she tells her to give "Papaw" sugar all over his face until he laughs.

Try it.

I bet you will both smile before it's over with!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Random Thursday

I just wanted to give you a few goodies for Thursday! Some of these are so dang funny....and some are almost hard to believe. Either way, they are entertaining... or so I think. 

Did you know that Jimmy Carter was the first U.S. president to have been born in a hospital?

In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.
Time to break out your Seinfeld DVDs. 

Average life span of a major league baseball: 7 pitches.

The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.
Is that even a word? I got the little red squiggle lines under it telling me that Firefox doesn't recognize it. 

The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.
Friggin' engineers. 

The highest point in Pennsylvania is lower than the lowest point in Colorado.

Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.
PLEASE do not try this at home. 

If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have $1.19.You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.
Yeah, I'll wait while you process that. 

The only two days of the year in which there are no professional sports games (MLB, NBA, NHL, or NFL) are the day before and the day after the Major League all-star Game.

The name Wendy was made up for the book "Peter Pan."

It takes 3,000 cows to supply the NFL with enough leather for a year's supply of footballs.
Eat Mor Chikin

Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married.
THIS is sad. 

There is an average of 178 sesame seeds on a McDonald's Big Mac bun.
You're welcome, McD's. There will be an increase in Big Mac sales within the next few days just so my blog followers can count the dang seeds.

The world's termites outweigh the world's humans 10 to 1.
It's a good thing we aren't made of wood, eh? 

The 3 most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca-Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.

When Heinz ketchup leaves the bottle, it travels at a rate of 25 miles per year.
I am certain it's much slower than that. 

It's possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs.

The Bible has been translated into Klingon.
Why?

Ten percent of the Russian government's income comes from the sale of vodka.

On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.
Once again, Why? 

In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons combined.

Reno, Nevada is west of Los Angeles, California.
It's true!

Internationally, Baywatch is the most popular TV show in history.



For those of you who didn't think these were entertaining at all... here's a picture of a cat with a mustache.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The change I didn't want to make

I've had some thoughts about a lot of things lately. Life is so full of things that constantly challenge us and that dare to change us. So, I guess what I want to blog about today is a series of change that may be the key to something some people have been missing.

Feel free to take this literally. It comes from my heart, so that is foremost how I mean for it to be received. But, if you take the time to dig a little deeper, you may find that there are a few hidden treasures that can/may apply to your life.....not just with children.

I will be the first to admit that I am spoiled. I am. I know it. I'm not bragging about it, I'm just stating the bitter truth. I enjoy things that are about me. I flourish when people ogle over me and pay attention to me. I like things my way. I enjoy doing what I want to do. I feel that it is my right as a woman and as a good person. God knows the world is gonna give me enough negative..so when I can, I always take advantage of the good.

When I got pregnant with Emily, I was very excited. And, I was very scared. I had no idea what I was going to do with a child. I didn't know how to raise one, and I have such high expectations of how things should be; that I was frightened because I was scared I would slight her by not raising her right. And, that would be a direct shadow of me.

When she got here... I realized that all of those fears were replaced by another emotion.

Jealousy.

As much as I loved her, I was slapped in the face when I realized that life would no longer be about me. I had this being in my arms that had changed my whole world in just a moment. I had no preparation for it, I had not even THOUGHT about how it would impact me in that way...and I had no idea I would react in that way.

For a while, I felt like the most horrible mother in the world because even though I loved her more than my own self, I still held a bit of resentment. ...you have no idea how it feels to love someone sooo much, and to feel like that at the same time. I fought with that for a very long time.

Then, one day I realized... I don't care anymore. God entrusted me with this beautiful, healthy, intelligent child.

THAT was my attention!.
THAT was supposed to be my pride.

So, I had to make a choice (as every parent does) as to how I was going to shape that.

Then, almost over night, it was never even another thought. It's like it vanished into nothing...almost like that emotion never existed for me. Now, I know that I am still spoiled, but it's nothing like I had in my mind before. Now, I am happy with everything in my life being about HER. That doesn't mean that I have to give up things. It doesn't mean that I have to do without... Some things work out that way anyway..and I never even see it change.

I relish in the fact that I have someone in my life that is so important. I love her unconditionally. Yes, I want to eat her sometimes. ... but only to get her closer to my heart. You see, she will respond to how I respond. She is a direct mirror image of how I chose to treat her. That's not something I taught her to do.. it's not something that she learned from a friend... it's natural. Because, she loves me just as much.

So, see... we equal each other out. ..and there's a deeper understanding than what we can see, feel, touch or even describe.

When life changes, and you are faced with a new way of life (be it subtle or drastic) you have that one slim moment to respond. Love will always win as long as it's sincere. ... but it goes beyond that.

My love for her isn't a conscious effort. My decisions to buy her things instead of myself doesn't even register. The way I love her is natural and easy. ....it didn't come without a harsh gut check, though.

But, once I realized that I want my life (and hers) to be about "us" instead of "me," I changed.

..and it was effortless.

Missing the 80's

What happened to music like what we had in the 80's? I've found an all 80's station on iheart radio and I am in l-o-v-e! So.. I'm gonna leave you with this little ditty.. Read it. 
READ IT! 
I've had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I'm looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
Now I think it's time
That you let me know
So if you love me
Say you love me
But if you don't just let me go...

'Cause teacher
There are things that I don't want to learn
And the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

When you were just a stranger
And I was at your feet
I didn't feel the danger
Now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes
Telling me no
So you think that you love me
Know that you need me
I wrote the song, I know it's wrong
Just let me go...

And teacher
There are things
That I don't want to learn
Oh the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So when you say that you need me
That you'll never leave me
I know you're wrong, you're not that strong
Let me go

And teacher
There are things
That I still have to learn
But the one thing I have is my pride
Oh so I don't want to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because there ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Who just isn't willing to try

I'm so cold
Inside
Maybe just one more try...

 

 
You know you sang along with it. Don't tell me you didn't! hahahaaaa!!!! Happy Tuesday! 

Friday, January 27, 2012

No Title Found

I'm listening to Rick Astley and waiting for 3 o'clock. Yes, I have work that I could do, but it will take me all of about 15 minutes to finish..so I gotta save that for around 2:45. So, instead of doing my work; I'm going to sit here and blog about nothing in particular.

Let's see.... What's the first thing that comes to my mind..? ...

Blow holes. ...I don't see where that could possibly turn into anything interesting.

hmm.... The stochastic effects ionizing radiation has on the object being radiated. ...um... no.

Boogers.
Tattle tales.
Chipper shredders.
Time.
Lunch.
Belly buttons.
Disney World.
Hair cuts.
Lips.
Macho Man Randy Savage.....??? lol
Karaoke.

OK!. Enough.. it's just not working today. I'm not 'feeling' it. I need to do another blog challenge so I have a specific topic to write about. ..or you guys could send me suggestions. Either way.. I promise to have a developed blog next time.

Guess I need to go do something constructive.

YAY IT'S FRIDAY!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

All Rolled Into One

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I have no excuse for not writing.. I have wanted to write for the past few days (more than normal), I just haven’t taken the time to sit down and do it. I’m finding it harder and harder to situate some “me” time. I don’t even get private bathroom privileges. Not only does my four year old completely disregard privacy, but now my cat has figured out how to push the door open. Nothing like a cat rubbing on your leg while you’re trying to become one with nature.

Anyway, yes.. I know how utterly NON lady-like that was.. I’m sorry. They really need to think of another term for those of us women down here in the south who aren’t such the typical “Southern Belle.” Maybe they can call us “Ding-Dongs” or something. ..

So, I am in the middle of writing that story blog I’ve been telling you about. And, it’s coming just swimmingly; I just can’t find time to FINISH IT! See? This is why I need monetary funds. I really need someone to love me and send me many, many monies so I can go home and write. I’ll even call myself something so you can write it off as charity. … Maybe “Ding-Dong Doodler, Inc.” No, wait… a doodler is an artist… hang on…

..

……oh FIZZLE STIX!

I am not coming up with anything catchy right now. Let my mind wander and I’ll come up with something.

So, I do want to take this opportunity to tell a few people some things I feel they need to hear. And, to protect privacy and all that, I’ll just be vague (they know who they are anyway). And, please!.. if you find that one of these applies to you, take it personally.

Hey You!.. You there, the one who is giving of yourself without a second thought. The one who has a life and a family and a career and God knows what else; you are a joy to have as a friend and a jam-up example of how family members should treat one another. I know you’re tired. I know that there are ten gabillion things on your mind right now: not just the circumstances at hand, but the things that you know you could be doing instead of what you’re doing now… I know that you understand the importance of your role right now, and I know that you see the outcome as bleak and dreary…and sadly, you may be right. But, just know that the things you are doing right now make the greatest impact on those around you. …and not just the ones who are counting on you. Your level of care, love and compassion shows an unspeakable amount in reference to your character and level of humanity. And, yes, I know you feel that it’s your job anyway, but you have to just stop and realize that what you are doing right now is making one hell of a difference to those around you. Even if you think they don’t see it. I see you.

And, You over there!.. The one who is constantly doing your best, only to be brought down by those who love you the most; just remember this: People will forget what you said, and will forget what you did; but they will never forget how you made them feel. And yes, that’s a quote from Maya Angelou.. however butchered it may be. You get my point. Those around you who don’t understand what it takes to be you, will never know what it’s like to love like you do. You are a light. You’re a role model for me; even though you’re younger than I am. Keep your chin up, take care of your responsibilities like you always have and forget the rest! Let the haters hate. It only hurts them in the long run, believe me. I was a hater for a long time. It does nothing but cause grief and pain. It took me a long time to let go of what I had to let go of, but once I did; it was as if I could breathe again. My life came back to me. So, you let them hate! You hold your head up high, Honey!.. You’re awesome at what you do.

And, to You. The one who is hurting so badly from the loss of your family member. What an amazing legacy to leave! Those grandparents are special, special people. I know what it’s like to have wonderful grandparents, and I also know what it’s like to miss them every day once they’re gone. There aren’t many left like them… and that’s the endless tragedy of it all. I don’t ask you to be strong, because I believe there is a time to mourn. I only ask that you just hold onto the memories of that precious angel you were blessed to be a part of.. They will live in you.

…there are so many more I could target.. but right now, I have to go do some other stuff.. I have more, I promise. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 of this blog.. that way I can finish doling out my love and stuff.

“Ding-Dong Dilettante!”

Told you I would think of something! Let the money flow!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Birthdays, Bama and Stereotypes. Yep! This is Auntie's World.

Happy Birthd..

I know, I know.. I'll let you finish singing it.

go ahead...

.......

Well.......... anyway. I am another year older today *cheering from the crowd* and I feel it! Boy, do I feel it!? This aging gracefully thing is really taking a lot out of me. I don't know how much longer I can make it look good... but I'm dang sure gonna give it my best!

So, what's on Auntie's mind today? ... hmmm.... let's see.. how about stereotypes and the reason we have them. That sounds random enough, doesn't it?

Well, let me just set the tone here; for those of you who are blind or have comprehension problems...I am an Alabama fan. .. through and through. If you were unaware, I am sorry you have been left out, seek medical attention immediately.

I do not get offended when people talk about a "bandwagon" because I know that I do not fit into that classification. I have been an Alabama fan going on eleven years now. No, I was not born into it. No, I did not graduate college from the University of Alabama (we can't all be perfect). No, none of my family were/are die hard Bama fans.

My story goes like this: About eleven years ago, I decided I wanted to join in the fun of college football. I met my ex-husband at the time and it seemed as if everything centered around football, Nascar and hunting (yep, he was a winner). Football has always been fun.. so I figured if I was gonna do it, I wanted to do it right.

I'm one of those people who likes to research things. I enjoy learning everything I can about something (that way I can talk about it if it comes up in conversation). Plus, if I am going to call myself a "fan" of something, I think it would be pretty dang important to know a little bit about it, right?

Yes, my ex-husband is an Alabama fan. And, yes, that may have a lot to do with how I got so involved with the Tide.. but I am also my own person, and ask anyone who knows me; if I want to do something, or if I need to make a decision about something.. I will. And, it will be out of my own mind what I choose.

So, I took it upon myself to do some research about Bama. .. at the time, I also considered Ole Miss, Mississippi State and (believe it or not) LSU. I looked heavily into all of those teams.. I knew I wanted to stay with an SEC team. That was no question. But, as I started to look at the history and tradition of those specific schools, I couldn't help but absolutely fall in love with Alabama! At the time Mike DuBose was the head coach and he was alright... I don't think he was as passionate of a coach as Alabama needed.

We were also in the middle of a recruitment probation issue because of some crazy accusations of making monetary offers to players here and there under the table so they would come play for Bama... or some blah, blah, blah...( you know, something that happens quite often in the NCAA Football world...). Anyway.. I fell in love with the school, the tradition and believe it or not, the academics of the University. So, the seed was planted. ..and I took great care of it.. and it grew into this massive tumor that has completely engulfed me.

I can't help it. It's like it gets into your blood and there's nothing you can do about it. I can't tell you how SILLY it is that I get soooo riled up about Alabama football.. but I can't help it! I can't stop it! I honestly don't know what happens...

But, anyway... Let me just take this opportunity to also voice how I absolutely abhor the stereotype of Alabama fans. ..and yes, I can honestly say that we get that stereotype because of a majority of IDIOTS that think they can act like pigs then say "Roll Tide!" I don't think they're cool.. I don't approve of them... but there are gonna be some everywhere you go. Can't help it.

But, I'm gonna tell you one dang thing.. Not every Bama fan is an ass. Not every Bama fan is a "redneck." Not every Bama fan wants to poison trees and teabag people while they're passed out. You better believe I wanna rub your face in the fact that we now have 14 National Titles... why? Because Bama fans are some of the most hated fans on the planet! But, you know what? .. My team IS better than your team! Stop whining.

And, stop calling me "white trash" and all of the other colorful names you find appealing... I have my teeth. I have my pride. And, I have a team that I am proud of. If you wanna do something with your lips... I suggest you pucker up and kiss every last one of those National Championship rings!.. All 14 of them. ..because face it, that's the closest you'll ever get to one! ... Much less 14!

ROLL TIDE, ROLL! !!!!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

A Birthday Cake Story

So, my nephew and a couple friends of his were given the assignment of making my birthday cake. hahaha! They came to my house this afternoon to construct this monstrosity. ....er.. this amazing display of love and devotion. So, I decided to record it. Memories, you know? So, without further ado- Welcome to Cake Boss: Southern Mississippi style.

The idea was created, and the cake was mixed


Then, the icing was constructed

and, taste tested for acceptable use
..which didn't exactly meet satisfactory levels, so it had to be doctored..
But, it ultimately made the cut. 

Now, to craft the board and cover it with foil..

it was a bit of a challenge..

Now, to ice the cake

then, a small game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who would do the detailed piping around it.

Cameron lost..which means he gets to squeeze the sack.. 

Oh.. don't worry.. Bruce got some action too!

All the while, Michael is working on the stencils. Bless him. 

Whew! That was a lot of work... Dan finally decided to join the group. 
So, he went straight to work with the fondant.
You see Bruce supervising back there? 

Time to put it all together. 
But there's just something missing...

Back to the drawing board.
Details, details, details....

Lots of work..but it was worth it. I think they did a jam up job! 
And, how special is it that they made my cake!?
That's one of the best gifts EVER! Thanks guys!
You really made this 32-year old Bama fan happy. 

Just CLICK IT!



Feel free to watch the whole thing, OR you can just click HERE and watch it from my favorite spot. 

Happy Saturday!!!! What a B-E-A-UTIFUL day!!!!! :)

Friday, January 13, 2012

My 100th Post!!!!

Oh my GOSH! This is my 100th blog post! *fireworks, cannons, cheers, confetti* I am so tickled that I found blogspot and that I have continued to post as I have. Over the past year, I have come to know many interesting and wonderful people. Not just through here, but from other aspects of life and such.

Today, I want to cover a very special idea... one that's close to my heart. I had a friend post a thought on Facebook a while back, and I told her that I was going to use it for a blog one day. Well, that day has arrived! So, your goodie for the day is this:

 Blessings are like glitter; they fall gently around us. You don't always see them until you look from a different perspective.

Yeah... how about that!? ..and by the way; I hate glitter. I am so anti-glitter it's not even funny. I hate glitter so much that when I am around it, it doesn't even stick to me because it is aware of how much I hate it. haaaa... Nah, I don't hate glitter to that point. Glitter is fun. It's pretty. I just don't like to have it on anything I own. It makes a mess.

BUT! For the sake of this blog, we will accept glitter for how pretty it is.. and blessings for how abundant they are.

There are so many things that have fallen (like glitter) ever so gently around us. Sometimes, they land on our shoulder, sometimes in front of us... behind us.. Some are so obvious. . then there are those that we catch out of our peripheral vision. Some that, a week down the road we see because they chose the perfect cranny to fall into.

They are there. Even if we never see them... they are still there and they are still ours. How awesome is that!?

Today I want to voice my gratitude for some specific blessings in my life. ..then I will let you reflect on some of yours:

Michael- You are so special to me. I can honestly say, I had no idea you were coming into my life...It was a surprise, and a blessing in so many ways. You were a cannon of glitter! Or... maybe you were an asteroid of glitter... You get the idea ;)

Emily- My precious little girl, my life is complete because of you. I could never want for anymore than what I have from you and because of you. I love you to the moon and back. You're my starry sky full of glitter. My endless sparkling ocean.

My Family- How amazing is it to have everything you need in one group of people. Love, support, cheerleaders, prayer warriors, friends and a lifetime of smiles and laughter. You are the continuous sprinkles. I can find a sparkle one day, then the next there's five of you suckers. I love it!

To my closest friends.. You know who you are.. if you're wondering "is she talking about me?" then you can guarantee I am. You know exactly who you are. Yes.. You! Thank you for always answering my emails and messages when I'm down. I know I don't always check in with you as I should, and I know that it seems as if sometimes I only ask you for advice, but have no doubt; you're my wave of glitter.
You're always there, but when there's times that I feel as though I need some help, you pick me up and carry me to safer territory. Thank you. It means so much to have people in my life that I can say that about.

alright... I could sit here and do this all day long. There are so many people I would love to address. But, I have things to do, and I know you don't want to sit and read what I have to say all day long (if I'm wrong and you do, please let me know..send some money... that way I can write my books and get them published).

hehe... Glitter...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Is it acceptable to be satisfied?

acceptable
adjective: 
meeting only minimum requirements; 
barely adequate

satisfy
verb: 
1. to fulfill the desire, needs, or demands of 
2. to fulfill the requirements of

How many times do we accept things in life? Doesn't matter what area of life you want to apply this to, I'm gonna apply it to a specific one in my head (and because my head is so thwarted most of the time, I'm going to just make this a basic blog and you can take it and apply it however you feel you need to).

Is it even worth trying to make the differential here? .. I certainly could blog about something else, but today I want to concentrate on this. I am going to satisfy my own need to vocalize how we sometimes allow ourselves to be alright with what is only acceptable. I wonder how many times I can use those two words in this blog...

Anyway, I can accept almost anything. Almost. There are just a few things in life that I can't accept. ... I tend to keep an open mind, therefore I also suffer from an open mouth (but that's a whole other story). Acceptance is a very important idea to concentrate on. The world around us changes daily.. there are always new fads, new personal issues, new flavors of the week to take in and make a definitive decision about. Am I going to accept this, or am I going to shun it and take a stance against it?

So many times lives are changed because of acceptance (or the lack of). But, I'm not sure I want to take this road in this particular blog. The form of the word that I want to concentrate on is: acceptABLE.

What is acceptable to you? What is acceptable to your spouse? What is acceptable in the eyes of the majority? ..is that even important?

The problem I see with being acceptable is this: it's false advertising. You're looking for something that is great!..then this "acceptable" thing comes along and you're alright with that. For now. But what happens when something hits you and you need more than something acceptable?

Want an acceptable dentist? Or do you want to be satisfied with him/her? What about that 25 dollar steak you just ordered? You will certainly be full when you're done eating it.. but if it is simply acceptable, will you be satisfied? We can live our whole lives being ok with acceptable.. but do you know what I find at fault in that? ... Room for complaints and ultimately being unhappy. The danger in that is: if you find yourself alright with what you have found to be "acceptable" then it is going to be that much easier to drop when something even better comes along. Is that where we want to be? Constantly on the edge of going after something new and satisfying?

If you're alright with it, then I'm alright with it.

I know that I can really make this blog hard to follow if I don't just come out with my point... so to save you from a complete mental break-down I will cut all of the chit-chat and just hit you with the main idea I'm trying to make.

It is perfectly fine to live your entire life accepting things. There is nothing wrong with waking up day after day, living your acceptable life. Don't get me wrong.

But, when it's all done, and this short life is over; are you going to be satisfied with acceptable? How about this.. since words make an obvious difference here let me rephrase that question...

When it's all done, and this short life is over; are you going to be fulfilled with meeting only the minimum requirements?

I'll go one more... Will those around you (who you love and adore) be satisfied?

When we go to work, we should go to work in our best mindset. When the boss asks us to do a small project, we should do it and do it to the very best of our capability. 
When our family needs our support and understanding, we should give them that and more.

I use the title of "we" and "our" because I'm talking to myself just as much as you guys. I have these moments of self-actualization and I tend to try and talk myself through them. It doesn't always work, but I believe we are all creatures of habit; and if you believe it or not, we are all a lot alike. So, at some point I've got to believe that change is possible.

I had a bit of a rough night. I didn't sleep well, then I woke up and my day just didn't start out like I had hoped...then it got worse. Good news though, the sun is shining! I'm still breathing, and I have more to be thankful for than to complain about. Don't you?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Auntie: Level [Not Impressed]

I am so not impressed with this coming Monday (the 16th). You see, I will be celebrating my birthday Monday and I am not very happy. When I turned 28, I was under the impression that I would continue to have birthdays, but I would not age (thanks to the fairy that came to me that night in my sleep and sprinkled me with magic fairy dust). Here I am, almost 4 years later, and I am sooooo gonna pout about it.

I am going to file a formal complaint with Never-Never Land, cause Tink has seriously failed at her job. And, the crazy part is; I can’t even find the little bungler to express to her how disappointed I am.

Just for kicks, I will be accepting gifts from today at 4pm central time until sometime next Fall.. so you have plenty of time to get whatever you think would flatter Auntie the most and send it my way! I do have a preference for cold hard cash; however, I will also accept gift cards, money orders, pre-set offshore bank accounts in my name and any amount of Gold, Silver or Diamonds.

..a nice card will work as well.. or a hand-written note to say Happy Birthday. Go ahead and draw me a little smiley face on there while you’re at it. But, for those of you who want to make it a huge celebration for me, just ask. I have a post office box that would love some attention! You could also pass the word around that there’s this amazing gal on blogspot that has some def blogs. You know… I love attention!

So.. anyway.. I am in the process of writing two different blogs right now, I just have to find the time and energy to finish them. One is an Auntie Original with some prolific views on life and the things that go with it. … the other is another story blog. I think this one will only be in two parts… but I am very excited about it. It’s written in a first-person format and I am having a lot of fun with it. It does; however, challenge me. I like to just write whatever comes to my head, but with this one, I have to actually think about how all of my tenses apply. …tenses.. is that a word? …

Anyway.. I just wanted to say hello to you all and tell you that I think of you daily.. I’ve just been ├╝ber busy. ..ok.. enough excuses. I gotta get back to work.

…Monday.


The 16th.

Mark it down.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Easy Button Found!!!

Alright, I have found the magic button. You know that Easy Button? Found it!.. Click Here.

OH!.. No!! Wait!!.. My bad.. that was totally the wrong link. Let me see. ... Ok.. here; the link to the easy button ---> Easy Button

Are you kidding me!? What the heck is going on!? I swear I have the link.. but for some reason it's not working when I post it. I guess that means you will just have to deal with things in life without the easy button. I'm so very sorry.

I hate it when this happens. I mean, it's really embarrassing. Here you are, my loyal followers..and I promise you something, only to find out that I can't deliver it as planned. What a disappointment! Maybe I should use that Easy Button to help me post the link?.. I'm gonna try one more time. Please just bare with me..

Ok. I just checked it myself, and it is working. So, if you would like a little edge in life?.. If you would like things to go the way you want them to.. if you have things that you need taken care of, but you just don't have the time...look no more! I have the answers to all of your questions and the little ailments that hound you.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please give me a moment of silence as I introduce to you: The Easy Button

Got it? Right? You see it? Whew! I'm so glad I finally got it to work! Now, you don't have to worry about dealing with things you don't want to deal with! Imagine what 2012 is going to be like for us now!.. ahhhhh... yep, I am ready!

It's about time we got a break, huh? Life is just crazy! Don't you agree?

Just one thought/question/ponderable before I let you go and play with the easy button until you're nothing but a pile of mush: How long do you think it will actually take before you realize the easy button isn't the answer? How long would it take you to become something you hate? Something you constantly complain about because it's distasteful or ridiculous. ...

Are these moments in life that we term "difficult" really as bad as we make them out to be? Or.. do we paint a picture of how we think it looks because it helps us to pity ourselves. Maybe we detail it a bit worse than it really is????? Maybe?

Got someone that just grinds on your nerves? .. There is certainly nothing wrong with pressing that Easy Button to get rid of that moron!.. right? You know.. you may not see it this way, but I believe that everything we face in life; we face for a reason. Even if it is as small as something that allows our character to show. I know that I complained a lot this morning.

For those of you who don't know me; I work in a closet. I mean, for real. I work in a closet with a sliding door. It's hard enough to come to work..but then to be stuck in a closet all day is just torturous.

I am stuck in this closet with a fellow co-worker. God love her..
This morning, I was not in the best of moods. I dealt with a bit more last night than I wanted to..some stupid stuff. So, this morning I was already in a poor mood...then I get to work and someone didn't give me a piece of paper I needed to answer the question they asked in reference to something I was doing FOR them...yet the whole time, they had the paper on their desk. SHEESH! Give me a BREAK!

I sat here and complained for twenty minutes to the girl I work with. ...bless her! During my rant; I stopped and finally just listened to myself. Do you know how I felt? Like an idiot. I hate complaining. I really do. But, I'm really good at it!

You know what that situation did for me? It made me realize how stupid it is to let little things get to me like that did. ..and how ridiculous I sound when I moan and groan about it.
I could blame it on last night ... and the little tiff I experienced; but that still isn't right either. Last night was last night. Today is today.

I know that all of that sounds like gravy..but I also am human and realize that I can sit here and preach all day long about how letting little things affect you; and you know what? .. I'm the world's worst about that very thing. I guess I just needed to blog about it so I could really take a look at how mundane it is.

And, that's what it is. .. It's all really lacking any excitement at all. SO, what's the big deal!? Get it together, Auntie! Life is good! .. Situations aren't that great sometimes, but you know what? That's part of life, and we can drive or ride.

No easy button. Sorry.. I just needed a reason to link to a few funny pictures, I guess. So, in case you didn't click the links, go ahead and do that now. Maybe they will add a small smile or little twinkle to your day. I wish you all the best! There's no easy button, there are no easy roads. The only road that is easy is going to be the wrong one. Life is meant to be challenging. It allows us to prove to ourselves just how awesome we are.

..unless you're a terrorist.


a... terrifying terrorist.