Happy Hump Day and stuff


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We have arrived in the middle of the week, Wednesday which is often called hump day.

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Frankly I am just glad I made it this far this week. It’s been a bit challenging but I am strong and crazy and always keep hope alive!

I’ve had an abundance of work and this week with our lovely changing weather, migraines. Those evil beasts that you have no choice but to bend to their mercy to a point while valiantly trying to get your duties done.

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So today I am keeping things short and sweet and adding a few memes for fun.

I hope you all have a fabulous hump day!

Keep hope alive!

 

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Paradise is all about perception


Recently I got the chance to escape my surroundings and life for a weekend. All I knew was that I was riding shot gun and going to see another friend who lived in a tiny town in FL. My friend and I rode with the top down for the majority of the miles, singing and laughing and just enjoying the view. I must say my fabulously graceless hair style that day was wild wind and I couldn’t have been happier.

As we pulled into town after stopping at the local seafood mart, Piggly Wiggly and liquor store it was pointed out to me the new, and only, stop light in town. It was fancy for a town that had previously only had caution lights.

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We pulled off the “main road” onto the road which lead to our friend’s home. Red dirt road no pavement. Yes I had reached what I had been longing for.

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Paradise from the loud noises of the world. A few miles later we turned onto a driveway of sorts with fencing marked “Private Property” and the final leg of our journey to paradise. The beautiful pond with lily pads was on my left while two roads were in front with pasture on the right. I could barely make out a house on the right hill but we took a left, then another left and bounced down the sandy road to the compound we were staying in.

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By this time I was bouncing happily in my seat and already noting how little cell reception I was getting. Maybe it sounds crazy but I knew the only way for me to find my paradise was to be so far out that I could only use my phone if needed and then I had to open a door or stay outside. And outside was a beautiful landscape nearly untouched with groves of trees, a pond and trails that looked as if they were naturally placed to roam about the property.

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Of course we had a “Mule” to ride around in and view the beauty. View the beauty I did. I only cursed myself 100 times for not grabbing the camera prior to my adventures. Dogs, ducks, deer and other creatures were all that were around us. The only thing missing was they boy but I will most definitely be bringing him here. It is a boy’s paradise!

This country girl was having a blast stomping around in my boots checking out the flora and fauna of the area.

There was no shortage of good food, beverages (and yes adult beverages because hey, what’s a vacation if you can’t enjoy if you would like but not get sloppy stupid?), music, quiet, amazing views and beyond fabulous company. We sat on the front porch for hours and, at times, didn’t say a word but enjoy the companionship and the view.

There was no bellman, concierge, and hustle and bustle of many but complete contentment of just being. I watched a car be pulled apart and part of a room constructed. I helped out when I could but I had an abundant amount of me time which I thoroughly enjoyed. Making lists of to-do items didn’t take me long. Writing was easier without so many distractions and I was about to pound out a few pieces and write down outlines for a couple of series I plan to do. Of course I wrote just for me too. It’s not an option for me it just happens so I was just glad I brought so many notebooks to write in!

It was also therapeutic for me in that I wasn’t expected or required to actually physically participate and do anything other than assist as I wanted so I didn’t injure my spine or hips any worse. This is huge for me as I tend to overdo when I am home and always when I have the boy to a degree. Two of my new friends were Molly and RD, I almost took RD home with me as he is just so full of life! See how adorable they are?

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So my weekend getaway I have to say was a success.

It was one of my kinds of paradise. I see paradise as a perception of each individual person. I may see it as a paradise but someone else my see it as boring or even “dumb”. That is perfectly fine as I am talking about My Paradise.

I am beyond blessed to be able to find paradise in the little things and enjoy those getaways when I can. When I can’t I find the paradise in life whatever the circumstances may be. I sometime have to search but it is worth it.

I believe everyone has it in them, sometimes you just have to find it.

I will leave you with this… try to find a little bit of paradise in your life. Just a tiny bit, at home, at work, while driving, on vacation – whatever it is just find it. You will be happier in your soul for it.

I wish everyone a fabulous day!

Keep Hope Alive!

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The First Fall Monday


Today is the first fall Monday.

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The air has been crisp the days not quite as smoldering as it has been here in sweet home Alabama. The changing of the season to cooler at night and in the mornings.

We have a bit more rain but yet it isn’t all over.

We have some leaves that are colored still on the trees and then leaves on the ground of green, brown and bright reds and orange.

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Every day brings changes and fall is a time of change. That sweet spot between boiling hot and freezing cold.

What they say about the south is true. In one week you may wear shorts and sandals, jeans and t-shirt as well as heavy coat with boots. I keep a coat, boots and flip flops in my jeep year round.

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I am looking forward to a fabulous week with hopefully beautiful weather. I will find a way to find the good no matter what. After all, I have the miracle boy, proof dreams do come true and the universe has a wicked sense of humor.

Keep hope alive my fabulous friends!

Let’s go into this week kicking full of gracelessness!

Sunday my day of “rest”


Some say Sunday is considered a day of rest.

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I often ponder that when I am getting up early for church, the walls don’t fall down be shocked I am, or when I am running errands to be ready for the week. There are actual Sundays where I do get to be restful and enjoy the day. At least until about 6 PM ish when I suddenly start running around trying to make sure I actually did get everything needed for the following day put where it needs to be, clothes laid out for me and, every other Monday, the boy, along with anything that needs to additionally go with us for either school or work. Yeah not considered restful, however I have now made it a part of my routine so that it flows better and is easier for me to finish a bit faster and enjoy the rest of my evening. Sometimes when I am at home and it’s easier to do, but often we have places to go, people to see, errands to run, projects to finish and we seem to be in a time crunch on Sunday or Sunday evenings.

I can proudly say I do not allow a whole 24 hours of total freak outs anymore as it doesn’t do anyone any good. No matter how much is happening in your life and the lives of your friends and family, you have to take a bit of rest for yourself. Let it heal your soul and replenish your body and mind. Really take at least an hour. You owe it to yourself at least once a week.

I oftentimes find it hard to make time to do all of the things I need to do for myself. I am distracted and put myself behind the needs of others. To some people I may even seem selfish because I can’t get back to them as quick as they would like, much less as quick as I would like to. This is where the guilt starts seeping in and I can’t help but feel bad that I didn’t follow up or get back to them.

Recently I’ve noticed I have no texted folks back when I clearly thought I had. I mean down to the wording of what I was planning and thinking and then go a few days and realize I did not send said text or email and in once instance a letter (still partially written). At this point I am banging my head against the table, cabinet or floor. I mean how crappy does that make me look?

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So I will grab my Sunday and try to make restful plans in addition to the resting of course, to catch up on all those I love and miss. At least that’s my plan for this Sunday! Who knows what life will toss at me?! Last Sunday I didn’t even “schedule” things I just listed what had to be done before Monday morning. Ha! I did get to be restful some throughout the though. And that is the whole point. Be restful.

And as always, Keep Hope Alive!

Stay fabulous and graceful my friends!

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Children’s programming, the creepy and the fun


There is somethings about children’s programming that is just a wee bit creepy. No matter how “innocent” something is, I seem to be able to find things both hysterically funny (maybe too funny as my filters are off) or deeply disturbing. I remember when Teletubbies came out in the 90’s. If you ever got the pleasure, or torture, of watching that show then you know what I mean. Since I had a best friend who had a 2 year old at the time, I was introduced, much like I had been to Barney *shudders still* many years earlier. The first viewing I was in hysterics laughing so hard I hurt. I turned and asked her if the opening “music” sounded like something you would hear at a party, frat house or stoner pad. She fell out laughing. The characters were also a bit disturbing but funny. I am sure adults and children watching this together had different opinions. I know her son did and so did we. They later changed the opening “music” but kept the rest of it pretty much the same. I know there were groups saying they were satanic, still not sure how and what I read was more like someone reaching for Mars but only making it to Michigan and calling it Mars. Like I said disturbing.

Then there is South Park. Anyone who has watched this knows it is not appropriate for children. I mean they air it mostly later in the evening, but I have noticed it on cable channels as just about any hour. I am not complaining. Just pointing out a fact. When I was recovering from surgery and the boy wasn’t home I caught a few minutes of it during my TV flip flop. It was still funny and I enjoyed it but I am not watching it with my kid!

We watch “Pinocchio”, “Alice and Wonderland” and “101 Dalmatians” among a several others that were from my era. He loves Scooby Doo and the Mystery team. I urge you to go back and watch a few of those. Political correctness and innuendos blast at you throughout the films. It is a hoot to me and I laugh but he doesn’t yet understand why I laugh. He just thinks I am laughing at the movie like he is. As he gets older I will teach him about these things, but for now I am letting him enjoy the innocence of the films.

They do have very cool graphics these days in children’s movies I must admit. We watched “Epic” recently and it was definitely a good movie. Now the boy wants binoculars so we can find the little people in the trees. I have to admit I was the same way. I also still believe.

I hope you will enjoy this fine Saturday whatever you do.

And as always, Keep Hope Alive!

Stay Fabulous!

 

Fabulously Fall Friday


Hello my fabulously graceless friends! We should celebrate because it’s Friday!

I can only hope that you get to enjoy your weekend and that if you have had struggles and trials this last week that this weekend give you a reprieve from all of the maos in life!

We are officially into the fall season now and in some areas the trees are changing their colors from the lush green to the vibrant colors they are known for. They are also beginning to fall and I have seen some piles around, perfect for jumping in! I’m not so sure some people would be thrilled with strangers jumping in their leaf piles but I would think as long as you cleaned up, maybe they wouldn’t mind!

Colours of Autumn.

I can picture it in my head, my boy and I seeing a large pile of leaves, pulling over the Jeep and jumping in to play. As I am going to get the rake, doesn’t everyone carry a rake with them geez, the owner of the house coming out to see what all the noise is about. I gently explain what is happening, they shake their head and laugh, help me pile the leaves back up and off we go to find another pile. In reality I might end up talking to the law!

I hope you all have a fabulous Friday!

Keep Hope Alive!

 

I can’t help but volunteer… Alzheimer’s is deadly


Do you every hear yourself saying “Yes” to an obligation while your mind screams “Are you crazy?! Noooooooo!”? This is my life and I can’t sometimes say no, especially if it is a good cause. Ugh!

Feeling dangerous I answered an unknown number. We all know that this could be Anything but I was feeling dangerous and adventurous so I sang “Hello” into my phone. I wasn’t expecting the cheery voice on the other end or someone who sounded generally happy to hear my voice. It was the new executive director of our local Alzheimer’s Association chapter. I had signed on to help with the Walk to End Alzheimer’s, but due to life, changes in their staff and chaos in my life nothing has gotten done. So the walk is in 3 weeks and nothing is done. She is 8 days into her job and the lady is amazing. Of course I said I would help. Of course I am making the calls I have been putting off for months. Of course I am going in next week to meet with her and don’t want to be empty handed!

Did I mention I am also working part time, being a full time mommy and trying to find more work? All while keeping my head above water and keeping hope alive!

I have lost my mind but at least my heart is in the right place!

Alzheimer’s is a horrible disease. I have had several family members and friends who have had this disease or are caregivers to those with the disease. Everyone is different but we all share the same feeling of this disease robs us of those we love and robs those we love from life.

I worked in an assisted living for 2 years with our primary patient having some form of memory impairment. I ran support groups, was team captain for walks and learned all that I could. I realized I wanted to work directly for the association so for 3 months I pestered the crap out of the person who would later become my boss, mentor and an amazing friend. I worked for the Georgia Alzheimer’s Association for nearly 6 years.

Since then I have helped countless family, friends and strangers through varying stages of this disease. I am in several online support groups and work in an industry where care for Alzheimer’s and dementia patients is in high demand. Sadly people are not paid well for taking care of our seniors. That does not stop me because someone has to help these people. These “people” may be me and my family one day. If we don’t help out now, Alzheimer’s will soon be an epidemic if it is not considered so already.

*Over 5 million people have been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Only 45% are told of their diagnosis versus 90% of cancer patients being told of their diagnosis. In 2015 it is estimated $226 billion will be spent on care. By 2030 there will be 70 million baby boomers who are at a greater risk for the disease. Alzheimer’s is the only one of the top 10 diseases that can’t be slowed, treated or cured. Alzheimer’s disease kills more people than breast cancer and prostate cancer combined. There is help with the Alzheimer’s Association 24 hour hotline 1-800-272-3900 and web site www.alz.org.

Seeing those facts, being in the trenches and knowing what the future holds is why I said yes I would help.

I may be crazy and things will probably go a bit haywire but I will know that in some small way I have helped.

I urge you to give in some way to a charity you believe in. whether it’s time or money or passing along their information to someone who needs it, please give a little bit of time.

For me, I will be working with the Alzheimer’s Association of Central Alabama.

I hope you all have a fabulous day!

Keep Hope Alive!

Do you every hear yourself saying “Yes” to an obligation while your mind screams “Are you crazy?! Noooooooo!”? This is my life and I can’t sometimes say no, especially if it is a good cause. Ugh!

Feeling dangerous I answered an unknown number. We all know that this could be Anything but I was feeling dangerous and adventurous so I sang “Hello” into my phone. I wasn’t expecting the cheery voice on the other end or someone who sounded generally happy to hear my voice. It was the new executive director of our local Alzheimer’s Association chapter. I had signed on to help with the Walk to End Alzheimer’s, but due to life, changes in their staff and chaos in my life nothing has gotten done. So the walk is in 3 weeks and nothing is done. She is 8 days into her job and the lady is amazing. Of course I said I would help. Of course I am making the calls I have been putting off for months. Of course I am going in next week to meet with her and don’t want to be empty handed!

Did I mention I am also working part time, being a full time mommy and trying to find more work? All while keeping my head above water and keeping hope alive!

I have lost my mind but at least my heart is in the right place!

Alzheimer’s is a horrible disease. I have had several family members and friends who have had this disease or are caregivers to those with the disease. Everyone is different but we all share the same feeling of this disease robs us of those we love and robs those we love from life.

I worked in an assisted living for 2 years with our primary patient having some form of memory impairment. I ran support groups, was team captain for walks and learned all that I could. I realized I wanted to work directly for the association so for 3 months I pestered the crap out of the person who would later become my boss, mentor and an amazing friend. I worked for the Georgia Alzheimer’s Association for nearly 6 years.

Since then I have helped countless family, friends and strangers through varying stages of this disease. I am in several online support groups and work in an industry where care for Alzheimer’s and dementia patients is in high demand. Sadly people are not paid well for taking care of our seniors. That does not stop me because someone has to help these people. These “people” may be me and my family one day. If we don’t help out now, Alzheimer’s will soon be an epidemic if it is not considered so already.

*Over 5 million people have been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Only 45% are told of their diagnosis versus 90% of cancer patients being told of their diagnosis. In 2015 it is estimated $226 billion will be spent on care. By 2030 there will be 70 million baby boomers who are at a greater risk for the disease. Alzheimer’s is the only one of the top 10 diseases that can’t be slowed, treated or cured. Alzheimer’s disease kills more people than breast cancer and prostate cancer combined. There is help with the Alzheimer’s Association 24 hour hotline 1-800-272-3900 and web site www.alz.org.

Seeing those facts, being in the trenches and knowing what the future holds is why I said yes I would help.

I may be crazy and things will probably go a bit haywire but I will know that in some small way I have helped.

I urge you to give in some way to a charity you believe in. whether it’s time or money or passing along their information to someone who needs it, please give a little bit of time.

For me, I will be working with the Alzheimer’s Association of Central Alabama.

I hope you all have a fabulous day!

Keep Hope Alive!

 

Jigsaw reflection


For the record I am trying so hard to keep hope alive. I am trying like hell to be positive. It isn’t easy.

This week was harder than I thought it would be. I am trying to let the light override the darkness in my mind. I feel like I am letting people down, those I love most because I feel like I am going in 50 directions and only maybe getting one thing done out of 50. I know there are thing I could do to make my life better. I am working on it truly I am. I was hoping to be able to write and care for others solely, however I am realizing right now that is not possible. So

I have set out to get a “real job” with more income until I can make more doing what I love. And it is a slippery slope. Being a single mother is hard. Yes I have help, yes I have people who love me more than anything and are willing to pitch in financially and with their time to help. I love them for it and I am so grateful. But I have this built in defect that says I need to be the One who takes care of everything. It isn’t rational and at this point in my life certainly not possible but I am trying. I also know I am his main “there” parent and it is a load I gladly carry.

Once upon a time I had a “real job” that “paid good with benefit”. I went in and gave it my all every day. I left feeling dirty and miserable due to the conditions at the office but I wasn’t stopping because I have responsibilities, a child to raise and life to life. If I want to be able to visit my family and friends I didn’t want finances to be the reason I couldn’t go. When I moved from TN to AL I was able to transfer to a sister company. The pay was better, but the conditions were a bit challenging. Determined I made it work. I had heard the whisperings, read the articles and knew our industry was in deep doo doo. I was assured repeatedly that they had never laid folk off and they weren’t starting now. I had a small savings account which I had put in an interest bearing account. Then I got laid off. Somewhat shell shocked I took the news well and even went back to make sure my workload was taken care of and my customers were transferred over to someone who would work with them.

I was able to draw unemployment for 6 months but after that I have been on my own so to speak. I am beyond blessed to have a fabulous mama, I mean, where else would I get the fabulous from? She does more for me that I would like but I appreciate more than she knows. We don’t always see eye to eye but we love each other.

I am feeling a bit of nostalgia and longing for those that have left this astral plane far too soon. Those who I have always turned to when I was feeling this way. Sometimes I still hear their voices when I scream out into the universe. They always tell me to never give up. I can feel their love.

Last night was particularly hard because it was the 2nd anniversary of my Vicky’s passing. I went through most of my day pretty good, found out my brother, sister-in-law and nephew were coming to dinner so that was good. I picked up another client so that is happy news. Dinner was great, children babbling, different conversations and family time. After the dishes were done, the house was picked up and guests were gone I guess it hit me hard. I was using an excuse about something else, so I could be angry, but I think one of the true reason for my emotions was I still feel the loss 2 years later of Vicky’s unexpected death.

It was so surreal. In some ways, I feel like it was a bad nightmare that couldn’t have really happened. We had planned to take the boy to Chuck E. Cheese since we still had tons of tokens left over from his birthday party and we both had the day off. Dinner with friends would wrap up our weekend and Monday was to start a new week. We had both been through so much and it seemed like life was getting back on track. But when the boy went into her room that morning, came out and said she was sleeping and it was cold in her room I knew. Trying to not look as shaken as I felt I went quietly into her room and saw her laying on the bed. Leaned over like she fell asleep while on her computer with her glasses still on, peaceful looking. But I knew. I touched her leg and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out. I called my other “sister” and said something to the effect of get over here ASAP I am calling 911 because I was pretty sure Vicky was dead. She arrived moments with the police and ambulance and took over the care of the boy. It only took 10 minutes to clear me as a “suspect” and once the boy was gone and I could talk freely, we realized that she had most likely had a heart attack and just died. No drugs or foul play she just died. She was 47. She had just started a new job, met a new guy and was making friends in the city. She had started over again but was happy for the first time in a long time.

I realize we never know how long we have. We never know when we are talking to someone that it could be the last time. If I had known with her I know it would have been more than “Do you need anything from Walmart? Ok no? I love you sister”. I would have hugged her and told her again how proud I was of her and how thankful I was to share a portion of this wild ride of life with her.

Whew talk about cathartic! It may sound crazy but I feel better! Writing down my feelings and sharing them helps me more than I could have ever imagined.

I guess now I will go and work on finding a real job… and writing a few articles! You never know when you will get that break you have worked so hard for.

Know you aren’t alone in your thoughts and feelings.

Know that some days are going to completely suck and that’s ok. There will be better days.

I do hope you all have a fabulous day my friends!

*I dedicate this post to my “sister” Vicky and my “little sister” Woocy. And of course my amazing mama. Thank you all for believing in me and putting up with my madness!

Have you ever had a craptastic day emotionally? How do you handle it? Tell me, I’m listening.

 

 

Beginning the jigsaw of who I am


I am trying really, really hard to not censor myself in my writings. To be totally and brutally honest the fabulously graceless human that I am. To show the human side of life through my blogs. A jigsaw puzzle of who I am.

In my writings, as in my life, there are bits and pieces of me. Some are as a daughter, sister, mother, friend, niece, aunt, co-worker, volunteer, writer, lover, stranger, fighter for others, animal lover… so many different parts yet all part of a whole human. Many have seen all aspects, others only portions. And then there are those that can only speculate about who I am based on small portions of “data”. Through so many threads I am consistent in being who I am no matter the circumstances. It isn’t as hard as it once was. Maybe it’s age or becoming a parent but I seem to be seen consistently by people more now that I was in the past.

The “mask” of being polite and civil slips more. Oftentimes I no longer even think to put it on.

Why not let people see me for who I truly am? Why not be me?

Brad Paisley has a song “So much cooler online” or something similar. I get it sort of. I understand and relate to role playing, but becoming someone I am not or acting as if I am someone I am not doesn’t work for me.

My passions are my child, family, friends, writings, taking care of others, the outdoors, reading, knitting, listening to music, enjoying the silence, gazing at the stars, watching movies… I can list the “norm” with the rest of the folks. I also love the human psyche, nearly all things medical (either from personal experience or learning about things through others), horror movies, those considered “psycho” (Ted Bundy, Charles Manson and the like), cleaning and organizing… things a bit odder but still acceptable to a degree.

When I was younger I was considered a “rebel”. I was friends with everyone, no matter their skin color, their choice in who they dated or their social/financial status. I was taught people are people. Everyone poops. Just because you have a gold toilet or someone to wipe your butt doesn’t mean you are better than anyone else.

Part of my “rebel” status came because of that. Another part was I pushed the boundaries. I stayed up late, snuck out and did a few things that made my parents cringe including wearing my hair purple for many years.

It’s taken life and therapy to realize that I wasn’t really a rebel but just another human trying to find their place in this world. To be accepted and loved for who I am no matter what. Not for good grades, how I dress, talk, go to church, eat or how much money I have. It amazes me now how certain things play into whether you are considered a “good and/or productive” person you are. How in 2015 people still judge you on who your friends are, how much your income is and your zip code along with several other factors. I still don’t “GET” why that should matter if the person is quality and would give the shirt off their back to help others. If the person being judged doesn’t have a “job” that is considered “acceptable” yet they volunteer with seniors, children and/or animals on a regular basis but they are judged “not worthy” because of the beat up car they drive and their second hand clothes.

I personally love those moments where someone is judging someone, a stranger, (this is an actual conversation I had with a stranger) regarding their wardrobe choice, a bit threadbare but not inappropriate. The stranger says to me, “Would you look at her? She looks like she stole that outfit at a thrift store! Who could wear some stranger’s clothing?! Look at you in your nice skirt and top, you seem like a respectful young woman.” To which I replied, “It looks well worn, she may not be able to afford new clothes. You like my outfit? Thanks so much I got it at the thrift store last week on discount…$7 for the whole outfit barely worn! Of course I washed it and being a single mom and all I have to cut corners when I can! But then I thrifted before my child was born and they grow so fast!” She was backing away pretty quickly from me by this point. “You mean you are judging someone based on their clothing and we are in Target?! I usually come in here in my comfy clothes but I just got off work. It must be nice to be able to have the time to dress up every time you go out!” By this time a crowd had gathered and the lady was beet red. She stammered. “No! I wasn’t judging I just mean it I wouldn’t wear it out it doesn’t work for me. And your outfit is lovely. I have to go!” And she ran away! Be careful who you “confide” in when bashing others. I won’t go there with you. Even if they are drunk, wearing a prom dress and tiara, I would most likely say, “Girl you rock that dress we all know you can’t get many uses out of one and even on discount they ain’t cheap!” Why not pick someone up instead of tearing them down?

Like with friendships or relationships. You come to a point where you realize that you and someone are no longer compatible. You no longer can tolerate the same old jokes, same old problems and same old general bitchiness so you work to find a way to remove the negativity from your life. You hope for the best, that somewhere down the road they will find their sanity and their humanity again, but for now, you can’t be around them all the time anymore. Or maybe you can’t be around them at all. That usually hurts the most. I had a friend that she genuinely became a different person. There were several of us that hung out together but I was the “closest” so I had to step up and say basically that we weren’t going to follow her down the rabbit hole. Gone are the 3:00 AM I need help calls, you’ve used up all of those cards plus a few more. We love you and are here to help you but aren’t going to enable you anymore. She disappeared for about 6 months and resurfaced a bit worn but better for the ride. She thanked us. Other times I never hear from people again which is sad.

I give too many chances and I keep hope alive longer than I should at times. I know I have been taken advantage of because I am a “nice person”. It still baffles me that I can do everything in my power to help some people and they still say I did nothing or I am a horrible person. I say go ahead and spread your petty little lies because karma comes back around and the people who really want to know me, will find out who I really am. Then it is noted that I am not this mean and cruel person but the person who tried to make it look that way is now looking worse than how they tried to make me look.

I am by NO definition of a saint. Lord knows I have plenty of flaws and have no problem admitting them. In fact, I think it somewhat irritates people that I am that way. It’s hard to start drama when your lead player won’t follow the script!

I have rambled long enough. This should be a nice start. A place for the borders, my edges if you will.

I hope you all have a fantastic Tuesday my fabulous friends.

Always remember to keep hope alive!

 

 

 

New week and new beginnings… Hello Monday!


Hello my fabulous friends and welcome to the beginning of the week!

I am keeping hope alive for a good week in my graceless world!

I survived Chuck E Cheese at 10 AM on a Saturday! I am impressed and proud! Of course I had several fabulous humans helping me pull it off so shout out to woocy, rex & R for having my back! And it was so fun with all the kids and of course us big kids!

I basically got about 3.5 hours of sleep as my Atl girl didn’t get in til late so we had to chat til I was falling over, barely able to keep my eyes open but trying! I was decorating the cake with my woocy at 11 so being up at 2 was nothing. Ha!

I am realizing that while I may be fabulously graceless I need my beauty sleep, and not for beauty but just so that I may crawl forth from my bed and go out and be productive!

But I kept hope alive and I survived and had a blast!

Hearing my alarm clock going off today I am pushing for the “get on up and get moving” versus “just 5, 10, 20 more minutes….. crap I am late!” of my semi-normalness.

I am going for it’s going to be a Good Monday. Not just decent or making it through but I am aiming high for a Good Monday… maybe even excellent! You never know what life holds so I am going to keep my hope alive!

Good things are happening. I can feel it! I can see things moving on that I wasn’t sure what to do or what move to make. Just keep hope alive and do the right thing and it will work out!!

I am off to work, knit, write, get things done, be with the boy and have a Fabulous Monday!

Take care my friends and stay fabulous!