I like purple rubber duckies ...really I do. I like the regular yellow ones too but purple is my favorite. After some very long weeks that I thought were never going to end, I finally got to take a Bubble Bath this weekend! ....I know I know isn't that exciting!!!! Whilst I was all alone in the house...I began some sort of silent in my head only monologue. And it went something like this...
Hmmm? Kids are gone! Hubby is gone!!! Ummm? So what do I do first??? Yes yes...chores! So I vacuumed and did dishes, and some laundry...and I surely did read my bible some too. After all that, I was getting bit sleepy and a bit BORED!!...I know I know... I'll take me a bubble bath, I said to myself; because no one was here to announce it to. So me and myself and I went to take a bubble bath and it went sorta like this....
I wonder if there is enough hot water after having done the laundry and dishes? What shall I use to make the bubbles??? Yes Yes the hubby's shampoo will work! Do do de do!!! Look at those bubbles. This is going to be awesome. No one is here...is is sooooo nice! Hope they're ok. that be real cute me here in the bath and they could have driven off the road and be lying in the ditch needing help and here I am taking a bath. Oh Lord forgive me...but that bath be looking some kind of fine!!!... In I go!!!! OUCH what the....? Goodness...really? Goodness night there's another one!!! OUCH!!! Come on seriously! Aaaagh!!! No really ...(insert really long sigh)!!! Now... ok that's better.You know I really like these here purple rubber duckies...but as for those little matchbox cars, those suckers HURT!!!! You just may be a mother of a boy if ... you are taking a bubble bath with CARS!!!...Oh oh and a matchbox airplane too!!! BONUS...NOT!!
That's went it hit me....I am so LUCKY to be a Mommy but especially lucky to have both a son, and two daughters. But for sure BOYS are different. They just are....never ever has one of the girls peed on my clean laundry. Never has a one of my girls even tried to pee on the family dog. The girls never tried flushing...anything other than...WAY too much toilet paper. Jasper...well now...HE keeps me busy!!! Boys are just DIFFERENT. And I am soooo BLESSED! And I might add....I think I love him!!!
So the point is.....Love the little things...kids and all. One day soon...I will not little kids in the house. And yes...this is where I started to cry. I am not sure I like it that my fella is finally potty trained! Ok so well sorta trained. I may have to buy some dog pads or something!! No I would not really do that! Well....I might!!! Anyways....love ya loves...and be THANKFUL...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
What would it be?
What would it be like? What would the world be like with no love? While driving in the rain this evening I began to wonder just how horrible things would be with NO love. As I gazed on endless examples of love in a world that some say is going to hell in a hand basket to begin with, I pondered...no really WHAT would IT be like?
Would cave men have ever bothered with a fire? Would a mother even think to lean over a pick up her new born child? Or perhaps she'd just leave it laying there, too bothered by the thought of carrying and caring for another one of "those"! Wait what would caring even look like? Ummm... there would be NONE! Without love nothing would have ever evolved. And I really don't care where you think we came from or what you think we came from. Just think on it for while. Think NONE zero no no no LOVE. No momma bird...no daddy seahorse. No lion with any sense of Pride. Funny or not think on this...if and I so say if...if we came from some blob of an organism...well what if "it" never loved it on dry land!
I looked out in a murky parking lot and surely I could see hate and disgust. But there was so much love. What if that elderly women never cared to tenderly hold her husbands' hand? Would a father ever shield his child from the rain? Would a grandma run screaming at her grandchild that bolted free in a busy parking lot? Would we even look at each other? Would we even really exist? Don't even get me started on the crime or pollution rates. I did not even want to go there. But if you do...think about it long and hard. What if there was no LOVE.
There would certainly be no weddings regardless of your orientation! No college education. No vacations or even staycations. No healthcare. Zip ...zero help of any kind! Then the tears began to roll and I thought oh my what if...no one ever loved. No one ever spoke truth because with out love there is no truth. No truth...led me to ... NO Father!! Which led me back to what if he never loved me. Then there would be NO SON. And that is where I stopped because...well because that was just too scary for me!! No really it was it gave me the weebie geebies!!! No love......Hmmm? What would it be like?
Would cave men have ever bothered with a fire? Would a mother even think to lean over a pick up her new born child? Or perhaps she'd just leave it laying there, too bothered by the thought of carrying and caring for another one of "those"! Wait what would caring even look like? Ummm... there would be NONE! Without love nothing would have ever evolved. And I really don't care where you think we came from or what you think we came from. Just think on it for while. Think NONE zero no no no LOVE. No momma bird...no daddy seahorse. No lion with any sense of Pride. Funny or not think on this...if and I so say if...if we came from some blob of an organism...well what if "it" never loved it on dry land!
I looked out in a murky parking lot and surely I could see hate and disgust. But there was so much love. What if that elderly women never cared to tenderly hold her husbands' hand? Would a father ever shield his child from the rain? Would a grandma run screaming at her grandchild that bolted free in a busy parking lot? Would we even look at each other? Would we even really exist? Don't even get me started on the crime or pollution rates. I did not even want to go there. But if you do...think about it long and hard. What if there was no LOVE.
There would certainly be no weddings regardless of your orientation! No college education. No vacations or even staycations. No healthcare. Zip ...zero help of any kind! Then the tears began to roll and I thought oh my what if...no one ever loved. No one ever spoke truth because with out love there is no truth. No truth...led me to ... NO Father!! Which led me back to what if he never loved me. Then there would be NO SON. And that is where I stopped because...well because that was just too scary for me!! No really it was it gave me the weebie geebies!!! No love......Hmmm? What would it be like?
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Battle of the BULGE!
Battle? You got that right battle and then some! Who coined that phrase anyways? Stupid phrase really... but accurate! Aaaagh!!! I am so in a battle that I want to win. I am so in a battle that I need to win. So why have I stopped winning? Why am I crying? Why do I hurt? Why am I lonely? Why can I not just call down 10,000 angles and destroy The BACONATOR!!! Oh word I can not tell you how bad I want a BACONATOR right about now....and I am trying to fix the issue with chocolate! What is the logic in that?Why are all these voices in my head telling me I can not do this...that I have already lost and that I am never going to be anything other than fat FAT fat!!??? Why all the questions? I do not know! What I do know is I am gaining weight and I am really NOT happy about it.
It was fun to begin with. Had lots of friends on board encouraging me. Mr Trainer Dude was all excited and worked with me. Made some progress. Lost some weight...Stalled here or there and then ...well then there is now!!!!! I need some accountability. I need help! I need some one to pull a Jillian Micheal's on me and get in my face and scream and home in on the one thing that will trigger this to turn this into everything I WANT it to be! There is some serious pain of some sorts in here buried very deep... I can feel it but cant get there. It needs to happen in the gym perhaps or in my drive way or on my bike. I need an intervention! Ok maybe not that! But then again do they bring chocolate or bacon to those? Yes lets have a party! Someone will surely bring food!!! Party verses an intervention I do not believe those are the same. In my mind they are...And for sure food addiction is just as bad as any crack, coke or otherwise!!!
My spirit wants to run but the weight of my body is holding me captive...really I want to run I want to run free. I want to feel the breeze and get what is that they call it..."a runner's high."!!! I need music...I NEED scripture....No wait I need some people!!!
Calling all Baconator Exterminators!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe call me once a week...maybe walk with me...maybe NOT bring me some delicious sea salt dark chocolate caramel of all kinds of reasons to die for....save that for my big reveal party! Dude chocolate party...I might consider running for chocolate! Oh wait where was I??? Yes Oh yes... I need Warriors! This is a battle I can not win alone...if you are in...well then duh FB me!!!! What is that other coined phrase...No kid left behind... I so want to be the FAT girl that lost her behind!!!! So no bull crap...I'm serious I need ya... I am not doing such a hot job of this anymore....
It was fun to begin with. Had lots of friends on board encouraging me. Mr Trainer Dude was all excited and worked with me. Made some progress. Lost some weight...Stalled here or there and then ...well then there is now!!!!! I need some accountability. I need help! I need some one to pull a Jillian Micheal's on me and get in my face and scream and home in on the one thing that will trigger this to turn this into everything I WANT it to be! There is some serious pain of some sorts in here buried very deep... I can feel it but cant get there. It needs to happen in the gym perhaps or in my drive way or on my bike. I need an intervention! Ok maybe not that! But then again do they bring chocolate or bacon to those? Yes lets have a party! Someone will surely bring food!!! Party verses an intervention I do not believe those are the same. In my mind they are...And for sure food addiction is just as bad as any crack, coke or otherwise!!!
My spirit wants to run but the weight of my body is holding me captive...really I want to run I want to run free. I want to feel the breeze and get what is that they call it..."a runner's high."!!! I need music...I NEED scripture....No wait I need some people!!!
Calling all Baconator Exterminators!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe call me once a week...maybe walk with me...maybe NOT bring me some delicious sea salt dark chocolate caramel of all kinds of reasons to die for....save that for my big reveal party! Dude chocolate party...I might consider running for chocolate! Oh wait where was I??? Yes Oh yes... I need Warriors! This is a battle I can not win alone...if you are in...well then duh FB me!!!! What is that other coined phrase...No kid left behind... I so want to be the FAT girl that lost her behind!!!! So no bull crap...I'm serious I need ya... I am not doing such a hot job of this anymore....
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