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Sometimes I wonder things about the ways of the world, and the people in it. When I was growing up, one of the things that my Grandmother drilled into our heads by her words, and my mother through her actions was “be kind to people.” No matter who they are, under what circumstances, you should always be kind to people.
This is to me, at 34 years old, like second nature. I just wonder why some people find it so hard to do. Why is that before some people will say a kind word to you, they’ll say a mean one? Why is it that people take such pride in being rude or mean to people because they “got on my nerves” or said something they didn’t like? Why is it the first instinct to snap on somebody before you talk to them calmly?
I just don’t really get it. Granted, I have been known to provide a tongue lashing here and there and it’s no excuse, but that isn’t always my first option. Because of my home training. I will go out of my way to be kind to you first. If that doesn’t work, then a more stern approach is needed.
I guess I’ll never understand it, so I should stop trying. But the person that you feel like it’s okay to step on or talk to any kinda way just cause you’re mad, might be the same person that will leave your rude behind stranded on the highway later on. You never know what God has planned for you, and all people are there for a reason. It helps to be kind along the way.
That’s all, folks. Sorry about my shotty blogging this week. I’ll do better! Have a great weekend, okay? And, be kind!
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I didn’t post yesterday. I thought about it, but then I forgot.
I picked up a Wii Fit after stalking my local Walmart for one every since January. Then Tim told me that he’d bought me one and didn’t tell me.
I wanted to fry some porkchops. Yeah, I know. Whatever.
On the opposite side of that, I seem to have dropped 8 pounds. Wow.
I got a considerable amount of work done this week. Just in time for my second online class to start.
Everytime Oprah says something about God, it tends to irk me.
You aren’t supposed to throw batteries away. Then where in the hell are you supposed to put them?
I lied to somebody today because they didn’t do what they said they were going to do. The lie I told them meant that they couldn’t have something I promised to give them. I don’t feel bad about it. I gave it to somebody else.
My neighbor is going to monitor Coco this weekend so she doesn’t have to go to boarding. If I would normally pay $50 for boarding, what should I pay the neighbor?
Just thought about it, I’m not paying the neighbor anything. I’m giving her the thing I didn’t give the other person. But, she’s really helping me out by taking it.
Was that confusing?
Why do some people have to be so important all the time? Like, we’re having something and you can’t come cause you have to do something important. Normally, when I can’t come it’s just cause I don’t want to.
Leave your random comment below. I have to go read for class. See, that was important.
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Wherever you are today,
LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULES!!
If you wanna get into the mardi gras spirit, you can watch the Zulu parade live at www.mardigras.com. Man, I miss home……..
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Is that really a word? I think I made it up. Anyway, for the past week, I’ve been in a state of what I call “ruttage.” There is something on my mind and I can’t actually pin point it. Like, I won’t actually know what was bothering me until I fix it. It may be the laundry, it may have something to do with me not having been to the gym in a while, it could be that I need to straighten out my finances (when I don’t know the exact amount in my checking account, I tend to spazz), it may be all this family reunion stuff I have going on, it may be that work is piling up on me and several deadlines have come and gone. And did I mention my online classes started back? In addition to the one that I actually have to show up for and teach? Or that my nails look a hot mess?
Mannnnn, I’m feeling some kinda way. But I know that what always happens will happen again. I’ll complete one of the above missions, and my mind will be eased. I just don’t know which one it will be until I actually do it, then I can sit back and say “Oh, THAT is what was keeping me up all night!” I thought it was Aidan’s room, but then I finished that and the anxiety remains, so that means its something else. Or maybe I won’t feel better until everything is done and I’m starting back at one. Or maybe I should just go to sleep right now.
Thank you for bearing with me. This has been stressed out blogging at midnight. Another episode coming soon.
A couple Sundays ago, the Pastor Ervin gave us parents a stern talking to about not bringing our kids to church. Not just on Sunday, but for Youth Ministry, Sunday School and various other things. I felt bad, because I have a child that truly loves church and I knew I should be doing better.
So, Thursday night I took him to youth choir rehearsal. At first, he bawled his eyes out, but then he realized there was clapping, drumming, and his friend Walter involved so he jumped right on in. He learned the songs, and boy did he practice for his Sunday debut.
Saturday, we woke up early (for us) and went to Youth Ministry. They had health awareness day and a lady came and did some aerobics moves for the kids. Aidan may as well have been in heaven. He had the time of his life. But, nothing compares to this day:
You can’t tell that child that he was not up there singing. (Aidan is the second little kid on the first row, next to the singer.) When he finally got into his clapping groove, he was lovin’ the choir. Especially since he got a good view of both the drummer and the Pastor Ervin. Next to watching the Pastor Ervin baptize, he thinks the choir is the best thing going.
I was so proud watching him up there in the choir stand having fun and singing. He was so happy. I’m glad that the Pastor Ervin chastised us for not bringing them. Watching him and knowing he wouldn’t have been up there but for that speech the Pastor made that day, I wondered “What took me so long?”
The moral of the story is: take your kids to church. They really do need and deserve it.
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I was at Raising Canes and a gallon of lemonade is $8.99. Now, a gallon is 64 oz. You can buy 32 ounces, as a large drink, for $1.99. Does anybody get where I’m going with this?
Tim says whenever I tell a story about he and I, I never tell it right. But you guys should hear the versions he tells his friends. They leave me very embarrassed. Very.
Conversation this morning about breakfast:
Me: I’d like a biscuit with egg and cheese added.
Clerk: You want scrambled eggs?
Me: Hmmm, if I don’t get scrambled, what’s my other option?
Clerk: There is no other option.
Me: Okay, well I don’t want scrambled.
Clerk: *blink*blink*blink
Why do I have such problems at breakfast?
Aidan thinks that his bunk bed is every.single.thing. He didn’t get out of it one time last night. And he woke up early to tell me all about how he slept in it. Oh, he slept “regular but with more room” in case you were wondering.
I leave Coco out all night and she doesn’t bother anything. But if I leave her out in the daytime while I’m sleep, she always tears something up. Why is this?
Tim is still out of town. I still miss him. More than last week.
Is there really a such thing as “extra money?” I mean, I need every last dime I have.
I haven’t done my taxes yet. Normally by this time, they’re allll done. Maybe this weekend.
Aidan’s BFF wants to have a playdate, and I should let them. But I don’t want to go outside this weekend. At all. That’s being selfish, isn’t it?
Aidan is afraid of other kids’ daddies and tall people. He is terrified of NerdGirl’s husband. He loves his short daddy. And mine.
In case you didn’t get that first one, why not just buy 2 large lemonades with no ice. That’s a $4 gallon instead of an $8.99 one.
I have work to do, people, I can’t talk to ya’ll all day. You know the deal, leave your incidental comment below.
See ya Monday! Have a grrrreat weekend!
I know you all were wondering how Aidan’s room was coming along. Weren’t? Hm, you shoulda been. So, here’s how the bed situation ended:
Me: Hey, Daddy. I’m about to take this racecar bed back and get another one. Do you think it was just that one bed that was defective or will all of them be the same way?
Daddy: It was probably just that one. Why are you getting him a toddler bed, anyway?
Me: Cause he’s always asked for a racecar bed, so I’m just getting him one for now and maybe he’ll stay in his own bed at night.
Daddy: I’m saying. Your mama told you that when you got his room together, me and her were going to get him that bunk bed. You know he needs a big bed, and he said he wants a bunk bed so just get him one.
Me: Mama never told me that.
Daddy: Sue! Did you tell this girl about that bed? She said you ain’t never told her about us getting Pooky Poo a bed.
Mama: (in the background) Yes.I.Did. She don’t never listen, I told her that when she got his room all together that me and you were going to buy him a bunk bed. I dunno why she trying to go get that boy that little racecar mess. He wants a big boy bed, he don’t want no racecar bed!
Daddy: Just go to the furniture store and pick him out a bunk bed and call us when he sees the one he wants. Stop being so hard headed and get that boy a bunk bed.
Mama: (still background) And tell her to get a big one! I ain’t spending my money on no little bitty bed. That boy needs a big bed.
Me: Daddy! I wasn’t being hard headed, I just didn’t know ya’ll wanted to buy him a bed. Why are ya’ll buying him a bed anyway? We can buy the bed…I just didn’t.
Daddy: I know you didn’t know, we only said it about a hundred times. We’re buying the bed cause we wanna buy him a bed. Now call us when you find one and stop worrying about it. Okay?
Me: I wasn’t worried about..okay. Thanks.
And this is now in Aidan’s room:
Granny and Paw Paw to the rescue….Mission Aidan’s room checked off as accomplished.
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Sunday morning, I was all set for some Shoney’s breakfast. Particularly some french toast and chicken. Shoney’s is one of the only bars that has something other than pork, so I was happy.
Aidan and I go in and he asks for milk. They don’t have milk. Okay, orange juice. They’re out. I’m sorry, is this a place that serves breakfast? I get up to the bar and I don’t see the chicken. But I want it, so I ask the buffet attendant if there was french toast. Nope. Okay, well, what do you have for people who don’t eat pork? (Yes, pause here to note that I DO eat pork). He says that they ran out of chicken, but to ask my server and they’ll cook some. Great!
I sit down after making Aidan a plate and getting myself one sans meat. At this point, I didn’t get any meat because remember, I’m pretending that I don’t eat pork so I can get some of that chicken. Seconds later, the server says “I talked to the manager, and we don’t have chicken.” WTFH? So, there’s no milk, no orange juice, no french toast, and no chicken. I think I’m getting played, and the look on my face says so. The server was just like “oh well, you can eat something else.” That pissed me off more, so I decline to eat altogether after telling her some choice words. I’m sitting there hungry as Idunnowhat taking some kind of stand for absolutely no reason other than I didn’t get what I wanted.
And I left hungry. What a spoiled rotten brat.
Filed under: Psonya & Tim
February 14, 2004.
When Tim and I met, lets just say I may have had some unfinished business with another gentleman suitor. Tim knew this, so after our bumpy first couple dates (that’s a story for another day), he decided he’d put the full court press on me.
I had to go on a trip to Chicago, and he wanted to tag along. I resisted. He wanted to pick me up from the airport. I got my mom to do it. Basically, almost anything he presented, except eating, I would be like “that’s okay.” I remember vividly him telling me “One day, you’re gonna wish you had let me do things for you.”
So, Valentines Day rolled around and it was on a Friday. He tried to get me to come do something or another with him, but I explained to him that I had tentative plans with other said suitor. He just said “Okay.” So, as the day rolls around, turns out I didn’t have plans with other gentleman suitor; so, disappointed, I called Tim. He told me to just come on over to his crib and we could hang out.
When I got there, about 5 minutes later, he was ironing clothes getting ready to take his daughter to the movies. So, now I’m the third wheel on his date with his daughter feeling all crazy. But when I looked around, I saw these balloons and a teddy bear and a mug. And there were two of them. One of them was for his daughter. And one of them was mine.
He knew I’d be coming, or at least he hoped. He presented me with my little gift with his little “I told you so” smile. Since that day, I’ve let him do whatever he wants.
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I’m watching The Real World. Don’t judge me, it came on after Daddy’s Girls and I love all things Rev.Run. So, anyway, this is the first time I’ve seen it and there’s this chic walking around in her drawers. Except after looking at her for 5 seconds, I think…this is no regular chic. First of all, no lady would walk around in her underwear in front of 7 people that she didn’t grow up with unless there was some novelty in it. That was strange. Then I heard her speak, and I said to myslef “Oh, she used to be a dood.” But the whole episode was basically about this girl and how she was gonna tell these other roommates about her “true self.” The one I peeped in less time than it takes to change the channel.
Of course, they already knew and had been discussing her genderhood behind her back. Which got me to thinking generally, not just about this subject, why do some people not realize that people recognize obvious things? Do you guys know anyone like that, who thinks they’re keeping a secret but everybody knows it? Why do you think they just won’t spill the beans?
