Monday, April 6, 2015
In America, we are in the business of being offended. Entire TV shows and "news" programs are about other people's hateful comments or opinions. It may be that way all over the world, but I only live here, and I hate to assume things. Heaven knows, I might OFFEND someone.
Any channel on TV, any social media venue, any gossip at work all seems to stem from people being OFFENDED. And frankly, I do not understand.
Your mom says something to you that hurts, go ahead, Get OFFENDED. Your best friend questions the way your children are raised? OFFENDED to the max. Someone you work with says your marriage is a fraud. Heaven help the amount of OFFENSE you will take.
These are all legit reasons to find OFFENSE. I get it. People who know you should be careful not to hurt your feelings or to phrase things tactfully. Manners make the world go round.
However, when some blogger you do not know, says she thinks homeschoolers are stupid, why the crap do you care? When an atheist website calls Christians delusional idiots, why do you get mad? When your co-worker's husband's great-aunt's 3rd cousin says she thinks 150 pounds is obese, and you tip the scales at 165, why worry about it? These people do not know you. They are just running their mouths to get attention. And when you get OFFENDED, they win,
Now I know we are all guilty of it, myself included. In the last year, a mom blogger wrote an article heavily criticizing those of us who choose to make fun of our kids when they throw fits. And I responded with this. I was fired up. When someone gets on social media and calls all cops worthless pigs, I have responded with vigor. But when I sit and think of these things, why am I wasting my time? I will not change their minds. Perhaps I will only make them more determined to spread their beliefs. So lately, I have been trying to keep my OFFENSE to a minimum.
I think we could all benefit from this. I know people who get OFFENDED for other people. What? Chill out. My favorite is when we get OFFENDED for someone and they are all " What? I don't care, that doesn't even bother me".
I think we are worried people will think we are callous or cowards if we do not always defend ourselves. But what are we defending? Our sense of pride? We need to value ourselves and our decisions enough to quit getting aggravated when peons who sit behind computer screens comment on things they know nothing about.
Maybe I am OFFENDING some of you. So be it. I am working on growing a thicker skin and letting things slide off my back. It is actually pretty nice to scroll past the post that screams hatred without commenting. It doesn't mean I think they are right. It means I don't think they are worth my time.
Monday, February 16, 2015
We are a family of blanket lovers. Comforters, afghans, quilts, snuggies...you name it, we have it. I have always loved blankets. They are like memories to me. I see my multi-colored chevron and I picture Gramae's living room. I lie under my beautiful wedding quilt and I think of our gorgeous day. I see the raggedy pink and green striped fleece and I can smell Jojo's baby scent. They are better than pictures.
We have quite a few. Jeremy and I each had some of our own and when we got married, we began to acquire more. Then our kids came and everyone gave them the most beautiful ones. When people are cleaning out their clutter and there is a blanket involved I always take it. Always. We sleep with them, take them outside and picnic, travel with them, and keep them in the car for those nights when the kiddos will fall asleep on the way home. And if someone in this house shares his or her blanket with you? Well that is high praise my friend. High praise. At any given time during the day, each bed has at least 3, the couches 2, and each of us is somewhere wrapped in one. Especially when it is this cold.
When Jo began to talk, she had funny words for lots of things, but my all time favorite is "comfity". As in "No I need my soft blanket. It's more comfity than that one". I love it! It is so much more descriptive than comfortable, soft, warm...it's exactly what a blanket should be- comfity
This year we have all fallen in love with microfiber, ultra soft blankets. Jeremy got one first, followed by Lainey's red one from Grandma, then Jo got a Frozen one from Nana. Mandy bought me this super luxurious black model that I refuse to share. Then Deuce ended up with Green Bay and UK blankets. Poor Kiki was left out until I found one at Kroger on clearance Sunday. It's a silver gray and is very plush.
I never appreciate being wrapped in their warmth more than in the winter. I hate being cold and some of the meds I am on make me feel even colder. So it's nice to have something comfity in every room.
This is sort of a rambling post, but I felt led too express our love of blankets. Post a pic of your favorite one! Here are some of ours:
Friday, February 13, 2015
Well. That sure flew by! You are ten buddy! Two whole hands. A decade. I cannot believe it.
When we found out you were on the way, you have never seen two people more happy. Then we saw that you were a boy and our joy doubled. On a chilly Valentine's morning, right after Daddy headed to work (of course) you decided to start trying to come into this world. And nineteen hours later, you did.
You were perfection. You didn't much like to sleep but you were a good, happy baby. You grew and before we knew it, you were the big brother to THREE sisters. Sorry about that;)
I used to worry to death about you. Overcome with shyness, you had a hard time making friends. Driven by worry, you were afraid to have fun. We all worked through it and I had gotten used to the idea that you would always stick close to Mommy.
But wow, son! What a change you have made this year. You are so outgoing! You love your basketball team and your co-op boys and your scout troop and the kids in swim class. You walk into the room or court or pool, away from me, without a backwards glance. You ask to spend the night with your cousin. It makes this mama so proud of you because I know how much courage it took to get to this point.
I love who you are so much now. You and I have a good time, mainly because I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy:) We like the same music, share a love for history, and are sports freaks. We are closer than ever, even as you grow and stretch your wings.
I love how every time you sink a basket or do a dive or speak an entire sentence in Spanish, you look at me for a thumbs up and grin that gorgeous (and expensive) smile of yours. I love how kind you are to boys way younger than you, playing with them and laughing. I love that you are starting to like girls and talk about it with me. (Yes, Winona Ryder IS really pretty in Edward Scissorhands. Sorry bud, she's too old for you). I love that you eat like someone who weighs in at a buck fifty when you only top the scales at sixty. I love that all your friends call you "Doooooooos" and you give them the head nod, complete with the long hair bang flip. Most of all I love that you are so much like your daddy. He's a great guy. You'd do well to grow up to be like him.
We are so blessed to call you ours and I am so thrilled God gave me you. Because he did. He plopped you right into my arms on February 14, 2005 and you were and will always be the best Valentine's Day gift this girl could ask for.
PS: Just remember, God loves you, ice cream fixes all, and Louisville is the enemy;)
Thursday, January 22, 2015
~ I am going to go ahead and get the first topic out of the way: The
~ I am flipping freezing right now. I have on thick socks, fleece legging, yoga pants, t-shirt, hooded sweater, and my robe. Speaking of my sweater, the sleeves on it are long and come to my fingers. I like that in a sweater/sweatshirt. Makes me happy.
~ I have pretty much kept from complaining about this winter and I will continue to do so unless something crazy happens. This winter is way more mild than last. We are getting sunshiney, gorgamous days. I shall not whine.
~ My kids all got Kindles for Christmas. Sometimes, when I need a break, I ignore how long they have been on them. They have headphones so they are all so very quiet. Bliss I tell you. Pure Bliss,
~ My son will be TEN in a few weeks and I am freaking out.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Omelets may seem like a stupid recipe because they sound simple. But they are not, especially when you are making 6-8. I have been trying several methods and this one works best for me.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
1)I have been forced to eat salad for lunch because we have nothing else at home that goes together that I can eat. I hate eating salad in the winter.
2) I love pop.
3) We have 2 trees up and they both look like a bunch of kids threw every Christmas thing we had on them. Oh wait, that is what happened
4) I love all the FB posts and texts about my birthday. Y'all are the best!
5) My Mother-in-law is cooking supper for me tonight and I am super excited because she is making me salmon patties. I love them but can't seem to make them like she does.
6) I started watching Firefly and OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE IT!! Nathan Fillion is simply the best. Ever,
7) I had this Mary Kay Honeydew Satin Hands set from when we sold it on the summer. I generally hate honeydew smells, but I love this one and they don't make it anymore and it makes me sad.
8) We are doing this new thing where we give our kids all of their assignments and tell them it has to be done by a certain time and if it's not, then they get NO technology the rest of the night. It happened last night and I thought they would die. So today they are working like crazy so that they can see Paul McCartney on Jimmy Fallon.
9) I have no candy in my house and that's a crime on my birthday.
10) I am 2 years away from 40 and several people have asked me if it freaks me out. It doesn't. I love my birthday. And as long as I am getting older, I am here to enjoy them and that makes me happy
11) Seriously, I would probably not make it without pop. And candy.
12) I am always cold and I do not like it. Stinking medicine
13) I would totally winter at the beach if we could afford to have 2 places. I'd be the happiest little snowbird ever
14) I have had 3 different people contact me this week because they are thinking about home schooling and want some info. My evil plan for homeschoolers to rule the world is working. Bwah ha ha ha!