Monday, October 1, 2012

Shut Up

That's what I wanna scream at some people sometimes.

Now, I am not a great person.  I don't proclaim to be.  However, I am capable of recognizing lovely things all around me.  I am completely blessed in so many ways that so many other's are not.  However, every soul is blessed in SOME way.  Are you breathing??? There..see... blessed!

Sometimes I hate facebook.  It is great to keep in touch with old friends and family that I love and live nowhere near, but lately it seems to be grounds for nothing by complaining and whining and it's getting old fast.   I just want to shake some of these people and say SHUT THE CRAP UP ALREADY!  Your life cannot be as eternally miserable as you make it out to be.  Or maybe it is, either way.. SHUT UP cause I'm starting to just not care.

I guess I don't have to read those post, or I could block those people, but some of those people I love and do want to know what's going on in their lives.  How can it be never ending complaints though?  Is there nothing lovely in their world?  Are they really that miserable or are they just wanting people to say stuff to them for attention?  I don't know, but man.. shut up!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Stay Home Mom

Being a stay at home mom is the best and hardest thing I have ever had to do. I have been blessed to witness Thing 1 and 2's first words, first steps, first EVERYTHING. I will be blessed as Baby Girl starts all her firsts also.

It is the best job I could have asked for, but it is also the hardest. I'm tired. The house is always dirty. Somebody always needs something. Somebody is often fighting with somebody else. The floor is always littered with goldfish crackers and toys. The littlest needs a lot of diaper changes. When the end of the day comes, I don't get to leave for the relaxation that is "home" because I never left it. I never get to leave my job. I never get to escape to the quiet restful place because I never left it, and lets face it.. it's RARELY quiet and and almost never restful.

There are days where I want to run away to somewhere else. It doesn't matter where, just some place that isn't where I spend days on end without leaving. It's weird to understand how a 10 minute trip to the grocery store for milk in the middle of the night is so wonderful sometimes. It almost feels shameful to admit it.

However, I wouldn't give it up for anything. As I said before, it's the best and hardest thing I've ever done.

There is a girl I know that has 2 children. She is a person I went to school with ages ago. After she had her first child, she had to continue to work. She left her son with her mother (if I'm remembering correctly). After a bit, she got pregnant with her 2nd son. Once he was born, she and her husband made the decision for her to be a stay at home mom. Other moms told her of the blessing and hardships that come with being one. She was excited. She said she looked forward to spending all that time with her sons.

Then the 2nd little one was born, she quit her job, and she stayed home. It lasted 4 months. By the end of the 3rd day (I wish I were exaggerating) She had had enough. She was on facebook nearly daily complaining at how annoying her boys were. She complained about taking them to the park, the grocery store, spending time with them. She complained about every single solitary thing those very young children did. She talked about how she wanted to spank the older one quite frequently. It was HARD to know all this about her. For months it seemed like she had nothing but negative things to say about her children.

After about 4 months, she has decided that she doesn't enjoy spending so much quality time with her children. She has decided to go back to work. First off, I say to each their own. If she wants to work, go for it. It makes me sad though.

It's her life and her loss, but it makes me sad because of the comments she has made about it. In a nutshell, she isn't going back to work because she needs the money, it's because she doesn't want to be home with her children. Those are nearly her words too, so I'm not making it sound worse than it is or anything. And not only is it her loss, but it's those little boys loss too.

On her first day of work, she was sent home because her drug test hasn't been sent back to them yet so she can't be on the job. The next day, she took her children to their new daycare and stayed home to celebrate the time she has without them. C-E-L-E-B-R-A-T-E.

I just find a difference in my want for 15 minutes alone, and her desire to not be around her children because they "annoy" her.

Let me say one more time for the record. I do not care if you are a stay at home mom, or a working mom. We all have our needs and situations. You do what you can for your kids. That is not what this post was about.

Today, I spent a good hour with Thing 2 working on letters and counting while Baby Girl slept and Thing 1 was at school. My floor is covered in goldfish crackers, I'm watching the same episode of SpongeBob that I've seen 8,000 times before. Thing 2 is trying to drag Baby Girl around the room by her legs, and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Again With the Dogs

I have said before in my other blog that I find it beyond annoying when people treat animals like people. Now I'm saying it again. But first, some background.

I grew up with pets. We had lots of pets. We had birds, fish, dogs, cats, chickens, and a horse. At some point there was a turtle, a guinea pig, and a hamster too. I loved all my pets. I was more fond of some of them than others. I cried over some of them when they were given away or died or got hit by a car or something. My sister had a little dog that I was so in love with. That dog would sing with me and I was hooked on her and she wasn't even mine. My in-laws used to have a retriever that would just curl up and be this giant ball of love that could win you over faster than anything. The Mighty D (aka my husband) used to use that dog like a pillow when we'd visit and that dog just did not care, or at least he tolerated it without complaint.

So I understand loving animals as I have done it myself. But that doesn't change the fact that they are FREAKING ANIMALS AND NOT CHILDREN. I will never love one of them as much as I love Thing 1, Thing 2, and Baby Girl. (aka son 1, son 2, and the daughter)

The source of this rant is from stupid facebook again. I started making bows a month or so ago and I love it. I started making them for Baby Girl because she has wild crazy hair that needs bows. I make them for her because she is my HUMAN daughter that I love like mad. I make each one of them for her and while I do, I picture it on her pretty little head. I make each of them with joy and love in my heart for this child that has me wrapped like twine around her teeny tiny fingers.

Then I get a comment on facebook from a woman who uses her dog as her profile so she can play the lame facebook games. When she leaves me comments, she does it AS HER DOG. Literally. All of her comments tend to be doggey in nature. I find it dumb myself but whatever. I don't care. Until she made a comment about Baby Girl's bows and how they should be sold to a groomer for dogs.

Really? I know there was no malice intended, I mean come on, the comment CAME from a dog right? So I guess I should be flattered that even a dog would like to wear my hand made with love bows. Yet somehow, I am just not. Maybe she thought I should sell them to make money or something, I don't know. I was so irritated, I deleted the comment.

Do you think the doggey author will mind?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Why Facebook is Stupid

REMEMBER- THIS IS MY BLOG TO VOICE ALL THE THINGS I SHOULD NEVER SAY.... but am. Forgive me if you think I'm a jerk.. but lets face it.. we are all thinking it.. I"m just gonna say it. Today is a day I'm saying it.

I will never be allowed to stop the dumbest of us in society from speaking, no matter how much I'd like to. Facebook seems to be the place where the stupid comes out of the woodwork.

There are a thousand reasons why facebook is stupid, and yet I'm so addicted I cannot look away... like a train wreck.

The easiest of reasons is because people don't always type what they meant. Words get misconstrued and feelings get hurt. The government will fail, families are torn asunder, and the world comes crashing into the sun and.. sorry.. never mind... you get the point though.

But this post isn't about misunderstandings... it's about stupidness. I don't know if it's inherited or if people just develop it on their own, but lets face it... there are some truly asinine people out there and I seem to know more than I thought I did. Or maybe I just am not reading what they are meaning.. either way.. People say some stupid crap and facebook is a place they get to do it publicly for all of us to read and try not to vomit over the truly dumb-nitudeness of it all. Yup.. dumbnitudeness. I'm gonna patent that word cause it just works.

Now I don't live in a world of peaches and cream. I'm aware that I'm probably just as stupid as quite a large number of the facebook population, but at least I'm confining my stupid to a blog that only a handful of people know about.... unless you are sharing my blog with all your friends so you can point a laugh at the loud mouth chick.. Either way I still win! hehehe

Friday, January 13, 2012

Police the Police

I'm coming home from doing the weekly shopping and I'm on a road with 2 lanes each direction. Like a good citizen who was doing the speed limit, I'm in the right hand lane. However, I am around 1/2 mile from my turn off which was a left turn. I put on my blinker and check my mirror to see a big blue sedan speeding towards me in the left lane. I slow down, only he does too and stays pretty much in my blind spot.

I slow down more and I have my blinker on. He stills stays in my blind spot. This is when I nearly slam the breaks trying to get him to speed up so I can get behind him. There was another car in this lane which is why I couldn't speed up, but he could have.

I'm completely irritated now when he FINALLY speeds up. I dirty look him as he goes past only to discover he is chatting away on his hand held cell phone. This is a BIG TIME NO NO law out here. He then zooms over into the right lane and speeds like a demon down the road. That is when I see the blue lights in the back of his unmarked car. They were not flashing, just there so I could see it was a cop car.

I think about a million times a day the thought, if only there were a cop here right now in relation to some idiot that has done something stupid and dangerous on the road. But what are you supposed to think when it's the cop doing the stupid and dangerous thing?

I don't believe all cops are crooked or anything like that. I think generally people are good, but I do believe there are those take advantage of their position and I think that sucks. They are sucky and they should be subjected to the same rules as the rest of us. Even if it's something like talking on a hand held phone while driving the car... it's a law jerk!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Light on Light

I'm not blind... anymore. Ok well so I did have cataracts but that was dealt with ages go. And lets face it, I like a pretty background as much as the next girl but when you put light yellow words on a light yellow background or something stupid like that, I'm NOT going to read your blog.

If I have to click and highlight the text just to be able to see what it is you typed, sorry Charlie.. I'm not desperate enough to read it. I'm sure you aren't hearbroken over it any more than I'm not over the fact you aren't reading this.

Just sayin...

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Easement Laws..........

are needed and irritating.

You know, you grow up with the idea of owning a home with maybe a nice fenced in yard and possibly a dog. Then you actually OWN one only to find out one random day that there are easement laws that allow the city to tear the crap out of your front yard under the guise of "improvements" of some sort. Here you are, thinking you actually OWN all this land you THOUGHT you paid for, only you don't. At least, you don't own probably about 10 feet from the street to your house that you THOUGHT you did.

I learned all this just recently. I learned it as I stood helpless as men took giant, LOUD earth moving equipment and dug a hole that was probably about 10 feet long and 4 feet deep into my the easement in the front yard. I learned all about it as I listened to them describe the giant grate with open ends that will soon cover said gaping hole in my the easement in front of my house.

I do get it. There needs to be a way for improvements on things like water flow to be done, but that doesn't mean I still don't find it REALLY IRRITATING! Would it be so hard for somebody to knock on the door the day before and let you know that tomorrow, you will be literally held hostage in your home because they will be digging out a 4 foot deep hole through the road that crosses your house for nearly 6 hours? Would it be asking too much if they let you KNOW that they would be digging that giant hole in the yard at 8 am? Is that seriously too much? How hard would that really be?

Let's call that a rhetorical question.