I’m doing nothing & it’s everything I hoped it would be.
So rarely do I get to do nothing. It’s actually quite nice!
I’m doing nothing & it’s everything I hoped it would be.
So rarely do I get to do nothing. It’s actually quite nice!
This morning started out as any other.
Headed to the doctor’s office, enjoyed a RockStar, worried about missing class, whined about being sick, standard fare.
Then I learned that a former co-worker & friend had suddenly passed away. I was floored & heartbroken for her family & her team.
Today is National Compliment Day!
I think everyone should take a moment to tell someone in their lives that they’re amazing. So often people spend time cutting each other down, even in jest, so a pick me up would be nice.
With that in mind, thanks to my readers for reading. It makes me smile to think you waste valuable seconds of your life reading my blog. That’s amazing & it means a great deal to me.
To my friends, supporters, well wishers & beau, you’re in my life for a reason. I’m thankful that you play the role you do in my life. You all make me so very happy that you’re here & I hope you know how awesome you are.
To the people who don’t like me, I hope you have a good day all the same. Life’s too short to be negative!
I hope that picked you up! Let’s make every day compliment day! We’d be much happier!
Hash tags amuse me.
The latest Twitter craze is “30 Things About Me”. How DOES one condense that into 140 characters? I couldn’t, but I’m long winded.
I started thinking about whether or not I could come up with 30 facts about myself that people don’t already know. I’m pretty much an open book and if someone wants to know something, they could just ask. But it still seemed like an interesting idea, so I decided to compile a list.
Every time I go online I see someone blogging about the “realities of depression” & it makes me so annoyed.
“Wah Wah Wah, depression is so hard. Wah Wah Wah every day is a struggle. You don’t know how hard it is.” Please shut up.
I read this interesting blog post on my beau’s FB page & it made me cry.
It doesn’t hurt that I was listening to rapper Jay-Z’s song Glory, penned for his two day old daughter Blue Ivy (who is “featured”).
I grew up without a father for much of my life, as he passed away. My foster father (whom I still refer to as my dad to this day) spent a lot of time telling me I was a beautiful & charming woman & not to waste my potential. I learned all of my best character traits from his shining example. I just wish I was better at parenting, working & was more like him.
But for every amazing father out there (& I know a few), there’s a deadbeat who doesn’t call his kids, refuses to do what he needs to do to spend time with his kids, barely pays support (or doesn’t @ all) & would rather go party than be a parent. Meanwhile, their kids wonder where he is.
Daughters look to their Daddies as the standard bearer & will want to marry a man just like their father. My dad told me the true measure of a father was to ask himself this “if my daughter brought home a man just like me, would I throw him out? If my son was just like me, would I be proud of him?” I wanted a man just like my father. Even to this day, he’s who I look to as the male standard. I used to ask my former spouse why he didn’t treat me the way my father treated my mother.
Society practically forces women to develop maternal instincts, but men are almost always given a pass. It’s like we devalue the role of father. Then we see someone so blown away by the birth of his daughter that he has to scream from the rooftops & we’re reminded that a father’s love is a very important thing. Perhaps we should put more emphasis on fathers & perhaps more would “step up” instead of essentially abandoning their children once they’re done with their mother.
Perhaps we as women bear some blame. We have somehow defined masculine as “detached” & “douchey.”
Many soft spoken, quiet men are considered “pussies” because they’re not getting drunk every weekend or picking up random women. To me, there’s nothing sexier than a man who loves his kid. I see those dads @ the park pushing his child on the swings or feeding his baby a bottle & swoon.
So, kudos to the dads out there who do the right thing. Who teach their kids the right way. The dads who love their children and do what’s best for them. Kudos to the dads who gaze lovingly at their child while they play. You are the a very rare breed, the real man.
I was checking my Twitter feed in between housework & hair straightening & the general consensus was that 2011 totally sucked.
Twilight were-hunk Taylor Lautner was the victim of a cyber-prank when a doctored People Magazine cover hit the net claiming the actor was gay.
People & Lautner quickly refuted the story & life went on. What caught my attention was the reaction from Lautner’s fans, claiming his “coming out” made them want to kill themselves, cry for hours as he was now “a waste.”
The holidays are over and we can all return to some semblance of sanity.
The end of the holidays means that New Year’s Eve is upon us. The time of year where we make a bunch of promises to ourselves that we never really keep, hope for a fresh start and inevitably mess it up while reflecting on the previous year.
I love Christmas.
Any holiday that combines entertaining guests, baking, & shopping makes me a happy girl. I love spoiling my daughters, friends, boyfriend, etc & knowing I did something that makes them happy makes me happier than anything else in the world.
I’m so excited to see the looks on the girls’ faces when they see the Santa loot. They’re going to be so excited!
But the holidays are leading to the single most horrifying moment; when they go with their father for two days.
I know I have to get used to this, but I hate it. I hate when they leave, even for four hours. I hate knowing they’re in a place that I can’t guarantee that they are getting what they need, that their parent is doing right by them. I need them here with me, even if I can’t be home. I know they’re safe here, protected here. I know they’re with responsible people & it’s something I can’t when they aren’t.
But it’s part of co-parenting, sending them with their other parent. I know I should find a positive, welcome the break, find an activity but I know all I will do is miss them, spend a ridiculous amount of time worrying about them & obsessing about my own insecurities & count the seconds until they are back with me.