tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38188443234499052192024-03-13T20:22:05.843-07:00365 Project ( one blog a day for an entire year)A southern wife and mothers journey as I blog for an entire year; taking it day by day..."Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-34538383586116861922011-03-27T16:30:00.000-07:002011-03-27T16:30:35.072-07:0080-86/365I got a phone call this morning telling me that my biological father has passed away. How do I feel? I guess that would be the million dollar question... I'm numb. I am hurting and for some reason I'm scared. <br />
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In life there are should have and could haves. I should have made peace with my childhood and the part he played, I could have told him I forgave him but I did neither of those things. For some reason I always thought there would be more time. Times up and school is out and I didn't resolve anything. <br />
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I could console myself that I am not that scared little girl anymore and that my life is my own, I should remind myself that I am a wife and a mother with a great life that is free of abuse, fear, and all those other "things" that my childhood held. <br />
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Am I going to the funeral? Yes, I'm going. Am I scared? Yes, I'm scared. I don't want my not going to be a regret I have later in life because no matter what he did or failed to do as a father (I have never considered him a father; my father was Papa Ben a GREAT man who did GREAT things who loved me for me) he was a person that deserved the basic human level of respect that I as a Christian should have the ability to give. <br />
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I have cried, I have yelled in my head and now I have resolved myself that on Tuesday at ten a.m. I will be at John Larry Netherland's funeral. I will hold my head high and when I become that scared little girl in my heart I will remind myself that he can't hurt me anymore... that's something at least.<br />
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Please pray for me and my family during this time.<br />
Thank you,<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCSXZmbWKm5TXZFkyodF-8qCoEWKbQ8T1wCbdxUBNPny1Z6eKKy7Kxb4YTsSDnBvmERGlpRzZ6JJ2SQVdo7DK4Y78jEpG-KFgTDAAJo0oT06GTGg1BUPqRCBGRWNqH-7O6YMR3ISo8vk/s1600/forgiveness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCSXZmbWKm5TXZFkyodF-8qCoEWKbQ8T1wCbdxUBNPny1Z6eKKy7Kxb4YTsSDnBvmERGlpRzZ6JJ2SQVdo7DK4Y78jEpG-KFgTDAAJo0oT06GTGg1BUPqRCBGRWNqH-7O6YMR3ISo8vk/s320/forgiveness.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Aimee"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-36112591636511015512011-03-20T20:03:00.000-07:002011-03-20T20:03:19.266-07:0076-79/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSp4mJlCJOASz3w0sgpX3JZPmyvMr_ZPHXeE4edJoT-fx9GBvfWUNa_lNTN43rdmUDGPhzV_wjqXAMOmpyUB2c-JqTo4yyo3kAsQe51ASJV1k94deuX1CucvNb_GTPQITXKYMk3P8BCY/s1600/2613-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSp4mJlCJOASz3w0sgpX3JZPmyvMr_ZPHXeE4edJoT-fx9GBvfWUNa_lNTN43rdmUDGPhzV_wjqXAMOmpyUB2c-JqTo4yyo3kAsQe51ASJV1k94deuX1CucvNb_GTPQITXKYMk3P8BCY/s320/2613-1.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>Lately I have been reading the book "I Was A Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids" by Ashworth & Noble. <br />
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The book is about two moms on a mission to solve the mystery of balance and expectations that mothers have and feel they need to live up to. IE: The mother who buys the store bought cupcakes versus the one who slaves in the kitchen to make the fifty cupcakes for the school bake sale or the mother who is zen and is put together versus the other mom who is screaming at her kids to stop running in the house, or to clean up their mess or to just please not make a mess. <br />
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This book resonates with me on a lot of levels. I read the book and feel myself calming because it quotes mothers who state their feeling of not measuring up or having un-realistic expcetation of themselves or others or who seem lost or unable to figure out how to balance or even what balance is. <br />
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That is me! In January I made the New Years resolution to find balance in my life. It is less than four months later and I don't even have a working definition of what balance is. I seem to be on this teeter totter balance "contraption" where either I do way too much or not enough in this crazy place called my life. I have been the mother who made the fifty cupcakes for my daughters birthday party and I have also been the screeching banshee standing in the living room screaming at my four year old to stop screaming. (Sort of ironic huh?)<br />
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I have come to my own conclusion that there truly is not real definition of balance in this world. There are conceivable notions of limits and there are realistic expectations in our culture but balance is a state of mind. I am here to share with you that I in fact do not have balance in my life. I also have to admit that most of the time though I desire balance I don't consistently strive for it. Why? Probably because the striving takes both time and energy that most days I simply do not have. <br />
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So in the morning when I get up I will resolve to do my morning yoga - eat a healthy(er) breakfast - put up the laundry that is piled up on the couch from last week - and be the best mother/wife/friend/daughter that I can possibly be. Will I be a balanced mother this week? Some moments I will be and most moments I won't and that my friends is o.k. for me right now. I have come to the conclusion that balance is a journey that I probably won't ever reach but it isn't the destination that is so important but the journey along the way. <br />
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Namaste"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-24009419150524281642011-03-16T12:20:00.000-07:002011-03-16T12:20:11.643-07:0075/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jDzWTNZbtkmqZ8bn4uM5wMblsFVj3Cgz1bVNj7nMiwbsxHJSHahu7PJ6CLiCDTzJQFypgcMJqen-Kts0Z4SNOomdqYLj8N1Cfajo4tigEpSzC86V20PgzKOfaniMT1YdXUIGhC_6NMY/s1600/Fear_of_Being_Alone_by_bibbles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jDzWTNZbtkmqZ8bn4uM5wMblsFVj3Cgz1bVNj7nMiwbsxHJSHahu7PJ6CLiCDTzJQFypgcMJqen-Kts0Z4SNOomdqYLj8N1Cfajo4tigEpSzC86V20PgzKOfaniMT1YdXUIGhC_6NMY/s320/Fear_of_Being_Alone_by_bibbles.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>The sun is shining and it's warming up outside. I got up this morning to a smiling daughter, the girls were in a good mood, MOPS had an inspiring speaker in a phrase "there is nothing wrong", so why do I have a knot in my stomach. I feel like the other shoe is going to drop and don't know why. I'm thinking that if I write it out then maybe IT will go away.<br />
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For the past few weeks I have felt isolated from people. I feel like I am in a room with a thousand people and yet in unequivocally alone. I'm going through the motions "faking it until I make it" trying relaxation techniques, yoga, visualizations, journaling but I feel like there is a dark ominous cloud hanging overhead. I know that people sometimes feel this way but I'm not "liking" it. <br />
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I'm frustrated that the house isn't finished the contractor is "supposed" to return on Thursday (we will see), the arborist who is supposed to come take down the rotten tree in the back yard who was supposed to come Mon or Tuesday has not come. I am frustrated with people saying that they are going to do things or be somewhere and not doing it. I strive SO hard to do and be what I say I will do and be. I try so hard to keep my word but it seems that others don't and it is making me angry. I'm swallowing that anger and internalizing it and I know that this isn't a reason to get down in the dumps but it's not just this. I don't know what it is really I just "feel" off."Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-79926697035625552532011-03-15T17:07:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:07:48.699-07:0073-74/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36PGg3uHCB-jCRoB7Yb0MAEZbr1BVmaeyVrBtjo4N89e2Q2gZYvjD6tALDV0GCC18EFeYr9hj38Cvocrr621SMU060Tk3rWNfM0ptonHrL3TBLX2h8D8HdRnlo2WrGIzEmqI-ylMg__g/s1600/6a00d83451929069e2011570a03d3e970c-500wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36PGg3uHCB-jCRoB7Yb0MAEZbr1BVmaeyVrBtjo4N89e2Q2gZYvjD6tALDV0GCC18EFeYr9hj38Cvocrr621SMU060Tk3rWNfM0ptonHrL3TBLX2h8D8HdRnlo2WrGIzEmqI-ylMg__g/s320/6a00d83451929069e2011570a03d3e970c-500wi.jpg" width="221" /></a></div>I haven't been writing each day as I set out to do with this 365 day blogging project. I have been trying to write as much as I can though to be honest I don't have a lot to say right now. <br />
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Today I was thinking about friendships and how I wish I had a "good" friend that I spent time with outside of my family. Someone that got me, who I could talk to on a regular basis, someone who didn't judge and then I thought "no, Aimee - what you are describing is a therapist". I got a good laugh at my own expense but it was a laugh. <br />
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Our world isn't perfect so therefore our lives aren't perfect and I get that. I cognitively get the fact that our lives are only ours to a certain extent but there is a small part of me that wants to rebel. I want to believe in happily ever after, I want there to be perfect days and perfect nights, I want there to be a definite cure for cancer, and babies to not die and mothers/fathers to be their best all the time but life doesn't work that way. <br />
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So I guess all we can do is what we can do with what we have and make the best of it. Why is it as I write those words I feel like I'm settling for something less than? I want more and I'm not sure what I want more of. Tonight my soul is restless and my heart is heavy. Tonight I would love to have that friend that I have all too often envisioned to come over and share a glass of wine with me and us talk about nothing or something. I know I have a husband I can and do talk to but right now my hearts desire is a kindred "other" to share with..."Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-14699025408333469522011-03-13T19:51:00.000-07:002011-03-13T19:51:26.210-07:0071-72/365Have you ever had it so good? <br />
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I think about that question tonight and I smile. I smile because my family is healthy, we have a good roof over our heads, we have our bills paid, our families are healthy **for the most part** and we are loved. These aren't small things when you think about it. These are the things that even Shakespere sonnetts didn't begin to touch on. Sure Shakespere wrote about love, life, eternity, souls and all that but those were just words. Tonight we are living the story called our lives. <br />
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Next Saturday David and I will have been married for six years. There were some who didn't think we would make it past our first year much less this far, but we have. It hasn't been easy, we have gone through a lot in the past few years. But tonight I sit here "sharing space" with my husband feeling good. Sure, I have had more jobs than I should and changed careers more times than I care to count. We got caught up in "living the American dream"... we got married -- bought a house and had a baby in less than two years -- money went from tight to nonexisitent for a while - Allie Beth got sick (real sick) - my Papa got sick **I think he stayed as long as he did with us not because of his physical heart but his HEART that loved and lived for us** and I miss him every day there isn't a day that goes by that there isn't something I wouldn't love the opportunity to talk to him about, Mama had a heart attack **scared me beyond belief** but she is here and I'm cherishing every minute we have with her while we have her because life really is short and tomorrows aren't guaranteed, all we have is today, David lost his grandparents, we went from having a crazy purebred lab. to a psycho cat **which we still have, any takers?**, I totally checked out for almost a year **read the beginning of my blog back last August for details**, David and I fought - really fought but we stuck it out and found our way out that tunnel to a really good place in life and so on. <br />
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I have come to the conclusion that life isn't a fairy tale it just has fairy tale moments that we have to cherish and hold onto, remembering when times are bad. Are there going to be hard times in the future? Yep there will be but I'm not going to dwell on the what if's or the could have should have's. I'm going to sit here with my glass of wine, go cuddle on the couch with my husband holding his hand while our daughter sleeps good sound sleep down the hall. <br />
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Life IS good and that is GREAT."Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-79334538980288007172011-03-11T18:58:00.000-08:002011-03-11T18:58:07.930-08:0068-70/365I haven't written in a few days simply because I didn't have much to say. **Beware that this post is a little all over the place**<br />
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All is right in my little world. In some ways I look around and can't smile and the things that make me frown are not very important so why let them bother me... right? <br />
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This week has been a roller-coaster ride.<br />
Note to self: always get prescriptions filled BEFORE they run out. Tuesday night I didn't have a medication that I usually take and found myself awake at 2:00 a.m. unable to go back to sleep. I watched re-runs of America's Next Top Model **I'm not the biggest fan**, Private Practice and Nakiata. The next day I honestly didn't know if I was coming or going though by Wednesday afternoon I had caught my sixth or seventh wind.<br />
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Thursday was a lazy day at the house with the girls. We did very little other than the necessary; me being still shaky and tired. <br />
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But today... today was beautiful. I only had Cecilia and Allie Beth to care for which made things simple to say the least. We had a morning of cereal and cartoons -- dress up -- more cartoons -- coloring and playdough. After all that I decided it was time to get out of the house for a bit -- on the way out I checked the mail to find a letter from the state saying we had more of a tax return than we expected from 486 to 803 almost DOUBLE and that has gotta make anyone smile. <br />
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So to celebrate I took the girls to Chick-fil-a and then to Target where we bought a new movie and I bought a much needed and desired extra large flat iron that works on wet hair. I have to admit I was skeptical at first but this thing really works - my hair is full of body and fantastic -- it's the first time I have LIKED my hair in a while! SO... getting back home after our expedition late I decided to let the girls skip nap time and instead have quiet time watching their new movie "Anastasia" while I picked up the house and put out our Spring decorations. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukfS8x7iipyvTCLYRdVzDqsZNupKirwIZ3ualy45fa8pQBOerJNszQFMPRhbpXkyBDuPCIFD29MPBMj2iqYFHJoDfslo0YGIX5OLBheTcTWlRMycIDqqMCeMcPeBDBfn86k7338Dj3Yk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjukfS8x7iipyvTCLYRdVzDqsZNupKirwIZ3ualy45fa8pQBOerJNszQFMPRhbpXkyBDuPCIFD29MPBMj2iqYFHJoDfslo0YGIX5OLBheTcTWlRMycIDqqMCeMcPeBDBfn86k7338Dj3Yk/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Once Cecilia left for the day and David came home we were off to a MOPS friend Lisa's to pick up a picnic/sand-box toy that I had bought from her. We got home and had it put together in under five minutes; which if anyone knows David and I, that is a miracle as we are the most NONFUNCTIONAL people I know - I mean we can't even screw in light bulbs without something going wrong! It was freaking awesome and I can't stop smiling about it. We let Allie Beth play for a bit and then went to Sammy's Seafood for our Friday Fish (one cool thing about being Catholic is fish during lent every Friday) -- then off to Target AGAIN to buy two Adirondack chairs - they are great - comfortable - plastic and blue. So once home we spent about an hour outside sitting in our chairs - having a drink - listening to music while Allie Beth played in her new sandbox. Today was a GREAT day and all was right with the world. Tomorrow... who knows; but today was GREAT. "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-78470224831955357372011-03-08T19:18:00.000-08:002011-03-08T19:18:00.273-08:0067/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiSbOQSlCUnN8uVgB5u5qIxPefG73bRvwcaFpCSpvikRq5iPPVOG_eYIzEMm7-CDVb5U0fpjB2iKMqI6vJdTZBp1FthzhWb3ifLT79q4A7qGo7D3llbOjdovHIgXfMLqv7E1qyncJUqI/s1600/funfitnesszumba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiSbOQSlCUnN8uVgB5u5qIxPefG73bRvwcaFpCSpvikRq5iPPVOG_eYIzEMm7-CDVb5U0fpjB2iKMqI6vJdTZBp1FthzhWb3ifLT79q4A7qGo7D3llbOjdovHIgXfMLqv7E1qyncJUqI/s320/funfitnesszumba.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So.... tonight was my third Zumba class. I still feel like I have two left feet and that I'm moving like my body is stuck in quick sand but I am feeling the burn. Yesterday I went to my first Yoga class in a long time **the last one I went to was the day before my wedding which was March 19th of 2005** My legs, back, abs, stomach, neck are very sore but I'm not quitting. I'm finding the hardest part of this is cutting back my calories. It's hard being diabetic and cutting your food intake. I really hate the shaky queasy feeling I get when my blood sugar drops too low. I'm doing my snacks and meals but the calories are still up there. Maybe I should go back and see a dietician...<br />
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I am determined to do this - I am determined to not give up - I am determined to see results - I am determined.<br />
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The thing that is helping me the most with my food is to think about what a friend said about fast food and sugar. Would you eat rat poison? No, because it makes you sick and could kill you! SO why would you eat fast food and sweets if it can do the same thing? I am choosing not to. I want to have better health. My favorite poem is "When I grow old I'll wear purple". I WANT to grow old, I want to be mobile, take care of myself, be able to chase my grandchildren around the garden, sit on my own front/back patio and enjoy the sunsets and to be honest with the weight and health I am right now I probably wont.... that is a harsh reality. I guess tonight was a night of introspection on my part. I chose to do and be different for the benefit of ME. <br />
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Tomorrow I will get up do my morning yoga - eat a sensible breakfast - play with the girls and then after they leave for the day get in my car and go to another Yoga class in the hopes that I AM making a difference and putting money in my proverbial old age good health piggy bank. "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-80458408809380856072011-03-07T18:26:00.000-08:002011-03-07T18:26:11.454-08:0066/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFms69x5sZXwepXwCewE-dRCijIB1ze29uKQuhVrwkEXZ6c5iKTm6bJdSjNLVACF6OpAPpRro1XfXGv0aW-zGxfCwj8Ti6NmaHldoGYxMWQZFfQwESSyhCFGVtAkWBvBx40nlnh5cwYBA/s1600/namaste1w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFms69x5sZXwepXwCewE-dRCijIB1ze29uKQuhVrwkEXZ6c5iKTm6bJdSjNLVACF6OpAPpRro1XfXGv0aW-zGxfCwj8Ti6NmaHldoGYxMWQZFfQwESSyhCFGVtAkWBvBx40nlnh5cwYBA/s320/namaste1w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Today I made a decision to not lose weight or go on another diet. I have decided to embark on a journey to learn to become comfortable in my own skin. Do I need to lose weight? Yes, for medical reasons I do need to lose weight. Do I need to exercise and eat correctly? Yes, everyone does. I'm making a lifestyle change. I'm choosing to do my best to be my best at my best daily. I know that seems simple but for me it's going to take a lot of hard work, dedication and perseverance. <br />
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I think back to when I got married when I was under 150 lbs, I was in a good size 12 and was crying every night over how big and akward I was. Now I know that I didn't have a weight problem so much as I had a self image problem. Where does it stem from? I could say a bad childhood, or the models that we see airbrushed in magazines, or the commercials we see on television but the fact of the matter is that it doesn't matter where it comes from. It matters what I'm going to chose to do about my personal view of my self image. <br />
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When I look in the mirror I'm not in the least bit pleased with what or who I see. I'm not comfortable in my own skin. I need to lose weight. I need to exercise more. I need to eat better foods and make better food choices. But, before or rather as I make these changes in my day to day life I need to LEARN to love myself in my skin. I need to learn to not cringe when I see myself naked in the mirror. As of right now every time I see myself I want to cry so my solution to date is to wear big hippy clothes, avoid mirrors at all costs and to perpetually have a camera in hand so that I'm taking the pictures and not in them. <br />
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The fact of the matter is I don't want my daughter to grow up with my hang-ups. So I have to find a solution. My solution? I joined a gym - I'm going to Yoga class twice a week and Zumba class twice a week - I'm doing my best to make better food choices (for me this means keeping GOOD foods in the house to eat) - I'm following a diet plan that is realistic and includes two snacks a day - I'm asking my friends to cheer me on (I do better when encouraged) - I'm giving up sugary confections of sweets and fast food for Lent in the hopes that these days of denial will force me to realize that I don't need them to begin with - I'm doing the best I can to be the best I can. <br />
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So in the parting words of our Yoga class tonight. <br />
Namaste, meaning,"I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One."<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Namaste#cite_note-YHU-4"><span></span></a>"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-2219268694087242132011-03-07T10:59:00.000-08:002011-03-07T10:59:50.292-08:0065/365I wish that I could say that I was too busy to blog yesterday but the truth is I was just too lazy. Yesterday morning we got up around eight a.m. David's sister Kari and her two children Dylan and Maryn from Tx. spent the night after Saturdays parade. I was surprised how calm everyone was. Yeah the play room was a mess for a bit but they actually cleaned up the entire thing themselves; I was astounded to say the least. <br />
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We were supposed to have brunch at my house but because David's parents and their house guests (Aunt Susan - Uncle Rocky - cousins Ashely and Scott) were still asleep we went over there to have brunch and do birthday cake. It's hard to believe another year has passed and Mike David's dad is a year older; time really does seem to be flying by. After birthday cake and quick farewells we went back to the house for naps (Allie and I anyway) David was watching his ESPN and loving the quiet time. <br />
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I have to admit that I adore Sunday afternoons with no obligations it seems like more times than not we have a birthday party - church function of "something" to do that seems to cut our weekend just an inch shorter. So, yesterday was a pleasant surprise. I got to watch my Lifetime Movie Network, Allie got to play in the re-arranged playroom with her Mardi Gras loot and in the betweens we got laundry and household chores more or less finished. <br />
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I found myself leisurely pursing magazines, calling Mama to check on her weekend, looking online at patio furniture with David etc... it was just plain nice! I can honestly say that Monday didn't come too soon. It came when it was supposed to and I was refreshed and ready to greet it head on. <br />
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After some thought I have come to the conclusion that Mondays aren't bad it's Sundays that we let escape us without relishing them for what they are supposed to be that gets us!"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-76492950693216052011-03-05T19:43:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:43:40.468-08:0064/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUN0l5gMQQ6qMdLI-FagjuW25bhAOBHTSDCr03Ke_yRgWEnkAqK9NMRunAykptWVJmTS0rrL3rZwlJp70eZ-yH1YZGZLiqk81N7V8SS9FZAj7q-wfQsH0Dvz1oqFNGzG7j9LmEIphe44/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUN0l5gMQQ6qMdLI-FagjuW25bhAOBHTSDCr03Ke_yRgWEnkAqK9NMRunAykptWVJmTS0rrL3rZwlJp70eZ-yH1YZGZLiqk81N7V8SS9FZAj7q-wfQsH0Dvz1oqFNGzG7j9LmEIphe44/s320/014.JPG" width="271" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3y__98XPe4swM25HCpsdq3t5eBVmJxBiNQpDI9-PSTovm50CTaweRTS5542nEVbCyGbD69yasMINGrAzJiIskDnNOfJoFDqgo9fZPAtbM29uuL4M2nlS_YTSUQn5efE7uihY433JFSbk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3y__98XPe4swM25HCpsdq3t5eBVmJxBiNQpDI9-PSTovm50CTaweRTS5542nEVbCyGbD69yasMINGrAzJiIskDnNOfJoFDqgo9fZPAtbM29uuL4M2nlS_YTSUQn5efE7uihY433JFSbk/s320/009.JPG" width="230" /></a></div> Today was a fantastic day. This morning Allie Beth's Easter Dress from her Granna came in. It came from The Wooden Soldier, a very special children's dress store. We are so blessed that she has a Granna who can love and spoil her from time to time. She is going to be the best dressed little girl on Easter Sunday. When she put it on we had to bribe her to get it off again. She is very much a little diva in the making. I haven't figured out if that is a good or bad thing yet! <br />
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I know that I stressed a lot before they all got here but I am thoroughly enjoying every minute of it! <br />
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UGH, now you can see where my anxiety was coming from. I always feel so inferior when it comes to Kari and her family because David and I "just aren't" - we live in a 1980's house - we drive older cars - we do the best we can and sometimes it's enough, then sometimes it isn't. David isn't a CEO of anything and I'm not teaching but we are getting by and in this economy I guess that counts for a lot. <br />
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Someone once told me we lived in a time of collecting/owning/acquiring. In the 1950's there was no concept of self storage and now it is a billion dollar industry - you either ARE or you acquire. Which one are we or which one do we WANT to be.... I guess that is a good question to ponder tonight. I personally would rather BE than to acquire but I have to tell myself that daily and be reminded from time to time. So the fact that my house is not the best on the block, my car isn't the most modern, my clothes aren't the most fashionable is OK with me tonight as I write this because I know WHO I am and am OK with WHO I am.... are you?"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-1748772974469584532011-03-03T18:23:00.000-08:002011-03-03T18:23:41.589-08:0062/365too much on my mind tonight - my anxiety is through the roof - my mind is screaming - I NEED a break!"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-45717651386735131732011-03-02T17:20:00.000-08:002011-03-02T17:20:20.081-08:0060-61/365Life is going good. I have no complaints other than I wish I had a money tree I could pluck money from every once in a while...<br />
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The home repairs are mounting daily BUT I keep consoling myself that once it's done it's done. If I had it to do all over again I think I would NOT have bought a house right after David and I got married. I think we had this picture of progression in our head sort of like the GREAT American dream -- get new car (check) graduate from college (check) start a career (check) get engaged and then married (check) buy a house (check) have a child (check) but things come up in between those progressions... There is such a thing and the unexpected happening and in mine and Davids case that has happened a lot. I wish someone had not just told us but shown us that we needed to save more for that rainy day, that the current state of our economy could and would really affect us on a personal level, that yes our daughter could and would get sick and other than paying the doctors bills and praying there wasn't much more we could do. Sometimes life and what occurs really is in the hands of others and we have to just deal. So tonight as I do all I can to crunch numbers, pay bills and not cry over spilt milk I will console myself with the thought that what is, is and what was, was. Lessons learned for better or worse and tomorrow will be a new day. "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-90975628922272213472011-02-28T18:45:00.000-08:002011-02-28T18:45:57.691-08:0059/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvaO2b7I0G88_TMDbVt5PSDajaDEiCjcFVL9xZm3ON2Ep22sU150aSdSUdcdmzxXUGbcfgeq1Bg-nuTve0sEdCVduzaj-xqYJxqspaYPNGD9E6NS6duB9d9AojzBs7cYl4HMuUfHXDDo/s1600/183021_10150097914532267_508412266_6960951_3682356_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvaO2b7I0G88_TMDbVt5PSDajaDEiCjcFVL9xZm3ON2Ep22sU150aSdSUdcdmzxXUGbcfgeq1Bg-nuTve0sEdCVduzaj-xqYJxqspaYPNGD9E6NS6duB9d9AojzBs7cYl4HMuUfHXDDo/s1600/183021_10150097914532267_508412266_6960951_3682356_n.jpg" /></a></div>I just love my daughter, Allie Beth is such a treasure. I love how she says I love you three thousand times a day and gives me kisses and hugs every time I turn around. Today was a good day for trying new things. We finally got Allie Beth out of her "food rut" and got her to eat pineapple AND grilled chicken tonight a huge triumph in the Neu household. <br />
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We also have finally found a contractor to come fix the "kink and dinks" in the house everything from a broken water valve to termite damage and rot due to water damage. In one single day he accomplished more than any other person has done in the entire time we have lived in this house. The entire back porch has been dismantled AND taken away we now have a beautiful open patio that I can't wait to start planting around and decorating. There is still some work to do on the awning and roof but it's already a huge improvement. <br />
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I know that I have said it before but it really is the small successes in life that makes me happy. I love that my husband called the dinner I cooked (grilled chicken, pasta salad and baked apples) Earthy, I love that our home improvement project is improving daily, I love that I made a new friend today and will start working for her on Saturdays soon (I am excited about being out in the public doing something social for a change, even if it is only one day a week), I am loving life and loving living it.<br />
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Tomorrow is another adventure... Zumba; we shall see, we shall see :)"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-36737174113313032152011-02-27T18:57:00.000-08:002011-02-27T18:57:26.024-08:0058/365Have you said there is all to say to a loved one? If their or your time on Earth was at an end would there be any regrets? <br />
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I can honestly say that if I were to leave this Earth tomorrow that I have said all I needed to say to my husband and loved my daughter with all of my heart for all of the time given me. I would only regret not being there for her most important days in life; I would miss her graduating, her going to college, her first love, her marriage, her having children, I would miss holding her though her first heart break, I would miss rejoicing with her over her first and greatest successes in life... I would MISS her and my husband but I would also know that they would know that my love transended time and that I loved them with all of my heart.<br />
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I know that this sounds morbid but I was thinking about regrets tonight. I know that we all have regrets but in the culmination of things my greatest regrets would be not having the time needed to reconcile with my sister - there are so many things I would love to say to her if the time ever came the greatest of these is "to please if not forgive me then to at least pardon me for any real or perceived wrongs" - to tell her that I DO love her and I miss her dearly in my life... some roads once veered off of are so hard to ever walk down again... <br />
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I genuinely miss my sister and I wonder if we will ever get to a point of forgiveness on both parts but if we ever do I pray that I have the grace to accept the things I can not change and to change the things that I can - Serenity is such a small word but has such large implications don't you think?"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-46164113041923240972011-02-26T18:40:00.000-08:002011-02-26T18:40:55.032-08:0055-57/365So.... I'm not really sure what day I'm supposed to be on but since my friends is 57 I'm going w/ that number too! <br />
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Today I learned a few life lessons. I have to admit that yes I've learned them the hard way and ouch did it hurt. If I could advise my daughter on some things it would be; never buy a house you can't keep well maintained because sometimes renting really is the better option, never depend solely on your college education because an ounce of common sense will get you far in life, and never say never. Today David and I embarked on the journey of revival we are in the process of reviving this little cracker box house we call home and I have got to tell you we have a LONG way and painful road in front of us. From the termite damage, water rot, broken water valve, black mold, and Lord knows what else we are taking it one bill and one step at a time. Right now there is no light in sight but I will say that with each project that we accomplish with the help of our friendly neighborhood contractor we are learning more and more not only about home improvement but about ourselves. We don't KNOW how to screw in a light bulb at this point but we are looking at each other hard in the mirror and realizing our shortcomings for what they are and moving forward. It is past the point to blame each other, we have lived in this house for five years and only God knows how many more we will but if we want this place to stay our home we have to address the issues before they become any worse. So tonight we bought a 200.00 dehumidifier to help pull water out of sheet rock and we now have a wording definition for black mold tomorrow we spray the walls w/ chemicals to kill the stuff and we more forward - at least we CAN move forward and as we got to bed tonight we STILL have a home. Right?"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-43129310476385017152011-02-25T18:53:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:53:07.874-08:0054/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeM_akpU-81VHgviDyiTXuXnRcjr21PujOHneKJ-1Eqmw1NbPjRH9f-X4EnLJmz51TmCZDocPKXGbqcFJeeh_kbp4YQge_kFgb1BGZfvcHl2iNjJMrn7MwqaRvTHJa6cas2p5DOxEVNBM/s1600/Apples_by_Beautiful_Insanity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeM_akpU-81VHgviDyiTXuXnRcjr21PujOHneKJ-1Eqmw1NbPjRH9f-X4EnLJmz51TmCZDocPKXGbqcFJeeh_kbp4YQge_kFgb1BGZfvcHl2iNjJMrn7MwqaRvTHJa6cas2p5DOxEVNBM/s320/Apples_by_Beautiful_Insanity.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>They say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. Aren't we all insane to some extent? I say yes, we are insane, in our own idiosyncrasy's of life. Take my own actions for example; I go to bed on the same bed each night, waking in the same room each morning expecting life to be better more fulfilling than the day before. Maybe expecting is the wrong word to use because I'm rather hoping more than anything. What have I done to hope for a difference, hoping that when I turn on the news today I won't see or hear the same horrors and losses that are going in the world today as were yesterday? I haven't done anything other than the simple act of prayer and eternal optimism. Is that enough? No, I guess not because when I turned on the television tonight I still heard the same horrible news that I always have, of a double homicide etc... why don't we rejoice and report more in the things that need to be rejoiced in more often - the birth of a child, the success of our neighbors, I know it sounds comical but I would love to hear on the news and tonight there was no murder, no home foreclosures, employment is up, national debt is lowered. Call me the eternal optimist but tonight I will go to bed with the same prayers on my lips as the night before and tomorrow I will wake with the same insane hope that the world will be a better place.... I am certifiably insane and proud of it!"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-91817595812180650662011-02-24T16:23:00.000-08:002011-02-24T16:23:16.989-08:0047-53/365Wow! It has been days since I have last posted a blog. Last week I got sick with the flu and everything went to the way-side while I was down/out. I'm back to my blogging and glad to report feeling much better. What to say, what to write about, so many things to ponder. Tonight I will just say... I'm glad to be back and looking forward to getting started again soon. I have missed my meanderings if that is possible. "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-66194521325869046372011-02-16T10:52:00.000-08:002011-02-16T10:52:51.903-08:0046/365I think these lyrics from "For A Dancer" says it all.<br />
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Keep a fire burning in your eye<br />
Pay attention to the open sky<br />
You never know what will be coming down<br />
I don't remember losing track of you<br />
You were always dancing in and out of view<br />
I must have thought you'd always be around<br />
Always keeping things real by playing the clown<br />
Now you're nowhere to be found<br />
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I don't know what happens when people die<br />
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try<br />
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear<br />
That I can't sing<br />
I can't help listening<br />
And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round<br />
Crying as they ease you down<br />
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing<br />
Dancing our sorrow away<br />
(Right on dancing)<br />
No matter what fate chooses to play<br />
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)<br />
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Just do the steps that you've been shown<br />
By everyone you've ever known<br />
Until the dance becomes your very own<br />
No matter how close to yours<br />
Another's steps have grown<br />
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone<br />
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Keep a fire for the human race<br />
Let your prayers go drifting into space<br />
You never know what will be coming down<br />
Perhaps a better world is drawing near<br />
And just as easily it could all disappear<br />
Along with whatever meaning you might have found<br />
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around<br />
(The world keeps turning around and around)<br />
Go on and make a joyful sound<br />
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Into a dancer you have grown<br />
From a seed somebody else has thrown<br />
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own<br />
And somewhere between the time you arrive<br />
And the time you go<br />
May lie a reason you were alive<br />
But you'll never know"Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-28229985268840439992011-02-15T10:53:00.000-08:002011-02-15T10:53:39.591-08:0045/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOx394dM8qFtpG3MKszl-xXuYiWUR2102k3dYnUgJVMdSIjFET-g5HAqLWHeUaRprUEzQAIesaHeHXbOyvA2xBPyql91fW_6QPPbiJX2drbw8niVJwqtt6kBedDxLoOSN8ocYDANrN7Ns/s1600/Time-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOx394dM8qFtpG3MKszl-xXuYiWUR2102k3dYnUgJVMdSIjFET-g5HAqLWHeUaRprUEzQAIesaHeHXbOyvA2xBPyql91fW_6QPPbiJX2drbw8niVJwqtt6kBedDxLoOSN8ocYDANrN7Ns/s320/Time-001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
"You've never had it so good." Have you ever been told this? I think that this saying is relative to where we are in life today. Relative, meaning that we really haven't had it so good as we have it today. We spend so much time regretting the past or looking forward to tomorrow. Looking forward to that next pay check, next vacation, next day off, next Friday of the week - sometimes I feel like we are rushing through life seldom enjoying the moment we are in. <br />
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Don't get me wrong I live for Fridays and can't wait for vacations either but there is something to be said about mundane Mondays. If every day was a party would that party be special? I don't think that it would be. I think back to my college years and remember the gauntlet of "events" that I participated in that at the time were not special or "no big thing". Today going on a mission trip, having coffee with a friend, sitting for more than fifteen minutes uninterrupted watching my favorite Survivor episode, sitting outside for hours on end on a blanket reading, going to the gym to work out whenever the mood struck me; all of these things were day to day norms in my life at one time. But today to do even one of those things would be a treat because I'm not just me anymore I am in essence plus one or even two! <br />
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I LOVE my life and wouldn't trade it for a day of that carefree life that I had back when but I do wish I hadn't rushed through it. I wish I had reveled in that era and known then what I do now. Sometimes I wish I could write my past self a letter saying don't worry you will make it through, don't date so and so because he's not good for you, get up and go to class more often because you will miss it one day, don't shed tears over how you look because you are beautiful just as you are, don't doubt yourself because you are going to make it and be just fine. In my head I know that that letter I would write in some ways is still relevant today. <br />
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It's Tuesday and I'm looking forward to Friday when we leave for Mississippi for a long weekend. I'm not saying that looking forward is a bad thing but I think there is something to be said about today. Today I was a better version of me; I like who I am today and that is a good thing. Tomorrow will come fast enough so I'm going to sit here with the radio playing, making a list of the things I need to accomplish this week and while the girls are sleeping I smile wildely because time, it's passing way too quickly. Before I know it, in the blink of an eye it will be gone and this will be my past self.... "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-14771054054972185782011-02-14T17:01:00.000-08:002011-02-14T17:01:59.253-08:0044/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJEJnHwJnUwmo4bRBBzrrK6MIxMqlytCbo6cDtXtP0BpGRQcod9vhD1WY-LsKZ3MeKRHV8UEu85CZcNKH-0gorcUejKpNBfh3PJc1on82XZIBbw6dwr-broJezo6x7zOcYSK-e4QJS9A/s1600/Hands_Friendship_WSPF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJEJnHwJnUwmo4bRBBzrrK6MIxMqlytCbo6cDtXtP0BpGRQcod9vhD1WY-LsKZ3MeKRHV8UEu85CZcNKH-0gorcUejKpNBfh3PJc1on82XZIBbw6dwr-broJezo6x7zOcYSK-e4QJS9A/s320/Hands_Friendship_WSPF.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Tonight I'm going to vent. I'm going to say exactly what has been on my mind since the 28th of January and if it offends your sensibilities I apologize but I just need to "say it". <br />
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I am dang tired of people who are fair weather friends who are there when it benefits them but when the going gets tough they get goin'. You know what I'm talking about, you know someone like that, or have in the past. Well I'm here to tell you I quit! I am quiting the pleasing act, I'm quiting the what can I do for you mentality. <br />
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I know who I am and I know what I want out of life and who I want in my life. I want a friend who can be there, be supportive and sometimes just listen. I need a friend who isn't going to judge and who is going to meet me where I am not try to pull me to where they need me to be. I can't take another friend who needs MY support, who confides in me and doesn't recipricate. Friends, I'm tired of it. The IT described as me always organizing things for others, the it being me always picking up the phone to see how you/they are. The it being me doing my best and receiving less in return.<br />
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There is a saying that people or either in your life for a minute, season, or life-time. I think that this is true and yeah I know I'm butchuring the saying but here's what I'm thinking tonight. Those minute friendships that I have need to go because life is too short and I don't have the time or energy to waste any more. Those season friendships are fine and I'll cherish the time I have while I have it but I'm not going to put my heart and soul and time into them as I would my family anymore. There comes a time in life when enough is enough and I have had enough. <br />
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Please don't read this thinking I'm mad because I'm not but I am fed up with the act of friendship. Frienships that I have right now are more like aquaintances who call me friend, I know tons of people but they don't know me. Some might assume they do but as I once told a co-worker who was trying to give me well meant advice "you know even know if I like Cherrios"!<br />
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My Papa once gave me a good definition of "quid pro quo" and to honest I think that friendships should be give and take. I think friendships should be investments of both time and effort on both parts. Enough said and tomorrow I'm cleaning out my mental closet of those I call on and let call on me so if you find me all of a sudden less accessible, less open, less giving please don't judge me because I really do think I am doing too much for others and not enough for myself. I need REAL friendships...."Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-46758237194613640672011-02-13T18:38:00.000-08:002011-02-13T18:38:03.058-08:0043/365Ever since I could remember I have been enamored with the poem, "Warning", by Jenny Joseph. The words of this poem speak to me. <br />
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<blockquote> <pre align="LEFT"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">When I am an old woman I shall wear purple</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And run my stick along the public railings</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And make up for the sobriety of my youth.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">I shall go out in my slippers in the rain</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And pick the flowers in other people's gardens</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And learn to spit.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And eat three pounds of sausages at a go</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Or only bread and pickle for a week</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">But now we must have clothes that keep us dry</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And pay our rent and not swear in the street</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">And set a good example for the children.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">But maybe I ought to practice a little now?</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised</span></i></b>
<b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple</span></i></b></pre></blockquote><br />
I want desperately to grow older, to become that woman with the wrinkles on her face, a mischievous gleam in her eye, an old wrinkled blouse on, sandles on her feet, old overalls that are a size too big, growing tomatoes in her garden and an old worn rocker on her front porch. I want to be that "unique" in the community that others love and yet think is just a bit humorously off. I am working towards that even now at age thirty as each day we do grow a day older. I don't look at the passage of time as a destination toward the end but rather a journey in motion.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliQUjkFFGMRrRHGuxag7YwSJgVCBMKnRfMT6KYNN6aocrT8vJJybpZSouGBwJSQ6WWnLSPw6ZMAseSe96-clxvnw1tw3V03AEVYOgcGabUvdN12e3wy_7x2YIlFV_BQccsEYmGmAaxkg/s1600/leonardoscapagliata.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliQUjkFFGMRrRHGuxag7YwSJgVCBMKnRfMT6KYNN6aocrT8vJJybpZSouGBwJSQ6WWnLSPw6ZMAseSe96-clxvnw1tw3V03AEVYOgcGabUvdN12e3wy_7x2YIlFV_BQccsEYmGmAaxkg/s320/leonardoscapagliata.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I pray that as the years pass I learn more, grow more, become more. But just so I don't miss the chance, tomorrow I will wear purple. "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-10587769276949537862011-02-12T17:19:00.000-08:002011-02-12T17:19:41.507-08:0042/365Tonight I find my heart singing. Singing for the beautiful day that I enjoyed, for the kind friendship I find in others, for the unwavering love I share with my husband and for the simple kind of enjoyment in the little things that life has to offer. <br />
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If we can not find joy then I ask "what is the point?". I know of people in this world that are unswervingly unhappy, who find fault in all and joy in nothing. For these people I feel such pity. This morning when I woke, I looked out the window to see a the sun shining back at me, my heart swelled with the sight. I just love beautiful almost spring days where there is a bite to the air but a brush of warmth from the sun to counter it. Oh but the day I had today going about shopping with two dear friends (one this morning to my favorite boutique "Gaudy Girl" and one this afternoon to Target Valentine shopping and a manicure/pedicure). I find myself so very blessed to have people that I can call friends and who in kind return the affection. So I ask what is life worth without the gentle affection that friendship has to offer and what a pity to those who do not or can not enjoy it. I chose to revel in this life I lead even in my constant doubt. Life really is too short to spend in constant fear and doubt so I chose to enjoy even the smallest things life has to offer and to file them away for those dreary days that lie ahead. "Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-14376577449134843572011-02-11T20:18:00.000-08:002011-02-11T20:46:30.454-08:0041/365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCtFpCC7HV_lJo6jKs67QjM2xAawWYPVGru6QnP0wussGsVqjMZi4CGplI9sercnZQiGe1ZbH6X9lYYfKn2ZdIjW0E6z2JfdkxiHM5_zveyjSEIL5GFaXqRcy2HVFPCatRJZ8CzgAObYo/s1600/clouds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCtFpCC7HV_lJo6jKs67QjM2xAawWYPVGru6QnP0wussGsVqjMZi4CGplI9sercnZQiGe1ZbH6X9lYYfKn2ZdIjW0E6z2JfdkxiHM5_zveyjSEIL5GFaXqRcy2HVFPCatRJZ8CzgAObYo/s320/clouds.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Tonight I watched the movie "Up In The Air" with David. It was our time to sit, hold hands, eat pizza and pop-corn and just enjoy being in each others company. I cherish this time more and more these days because I know that there are others whose loved ones are far away (My friend Lisa's husband gone for a year; deployed - My friend Pam whose husband passed away too early in life - My friend Mary whose husband walked away). <br />
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Spending time with him after this past week is a joy, pleasure, and something I definitely needed. Lately I have felt so alone even in the company of others, almost to the point of feeling isolated. It's funny that David picked out this movie for us to watch as it is about just that thing. The movie points out that we all have or need to have a purpose in this life and makes you think about what your purpose truly is. I am probably a bit of an anomaly because I have almost always known what my purpose is or what I wanted it to be; I have always wanted to be a wife and mother. It is my greatest aspiration in life and I am so lucky at the age I am to have those two precious things both an accepting husband and kind hearted loving daughter. Having the things that my heart most desires in this world brings me such joy but there are times late at night when everyone is sleeping that I find myself doubting who and what I am.<br />
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Lately at night I have woken drenched in sweat with my heart pounding and full of fear. I am so very fearful of losing these precious gifts that I have or not being deserving of them or just plain not being enough. I have to stop during these times and remind myself that I am a creation of God, that I am doing and being all that I can be and being who I am called by Christ to be. My faith and my loved ones are what are helping me through this time. I don't know what I would do if one day I woke in the night and couldn't reach over to touch my husband or walk into my daughters room to see her sleeping and watch the rise and fall of her small chest. These are the things that keep me grounded that keep the fear at bay."Life is too short" A 30 something moms insight.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687572019187329557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818844323449905219.post-26412700778831473852011-02-10T18:46:00.000-08:002011-02-10T18:46:28.114-08:0040/365Gone are the eyes that watched me grow<br />
The eyes that were able to see into my soul<br />
Together we climbed mountains and made it through the pain<br />
Only to find out that someday it would be forever changed<br />
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