Complaining

The draft of this post was written in August…that just goes to show you how long I’ve waited to post this because I want it to be perfect.

The name of this post is a little ironic in that there will be a somewhat vehement rant about complaining people.

But I promise to not get too carried away and just tack-a-tack-a-tack away on my keyboard; I am hereby making a pinky-promise (I’m holding out my pinky finger to you, don’t leave me hanging bro!) that this post will not be a way for me to relieve stress but to bring to light some topics that I find important. Is that okay with you?

Good.

Now that niceties are over, let’s get down to business…..TO DEFEAT, THE HUNS!!!!!!!! (sorry, I’m done!)

 

One of the things that I notice/dislike the most about my facebook newsfeed is that it seems to be littered with sentences like such: “The one video Obama is trying to keep from going viral!” “Gee thanks Obama!” [Insert damning post about christianity] [Insert belittling political comment here] “Can you believe what this one political figure said/did?” “If so-and-so were a christian like they say they are, then why did they say this thing?” “Can you believe the stupidity of some people?” [Insert comment about how good I am and how stupid people I don’t like are] “This certain sentence was worded funny in this one article that I read, can you believe this guy? What an idiot!”

It goes on and on and on and on and on and on until I feel my stress levels rising to a place where they shouldn’t be.

Since when, as a culture, have we become so fixated putting down the people/things we don’t like and praising ourselves?

Now, don’t get me wrong, I think politely voicing one’s opinions and thoughts on the world around us is a wonderful thing. It opens up your mind to other’s opinions and gives you an opportunity to kindly have a discussion about differing opinions.

But there’s a huge difference between complaining/gossiping about things you find offensive and voicing one’s opinions. Wouldn’t you agree?

And I know that everyone has been guilty of this at least once in their life; but if every single thing you post is about some secret agenda that you think this one person has then you need to have a reality check.

 

The comments that hit below the belt both in religion and politically are uncalled for. What makes people think that harsh words and mean comments are going to make them sound any more intelligent or win the argument?

 

Guys, we only have so long on this earth, why are you sitting behind your computer screen complaining about how horrible the world is instead of spending every last moment with people and things you love?

Why can’t there be more praising the good and beautiful things of this world instead of complaining about the bad?

 

For those politically inclined, I’d like to challenge you in this way: have you once thought about how your comment could affect the person it’s directed towards? Have you stopped to realize these men and women in office that you are slandering, have family and friends who love them and don’t want to see their name dragged through the mud? What if someone called you names or started spreading unfounded rumors about you? How would you feel, what would those people close to you say? Those people who seem so far away are real people, and you’re not just hurting them, you’re poisoning yourself. You are allowed to disagree with where they stand and not vote for them if you don’t like where they stand; you are allowed to publicly voice your disagreement with them if you so choose. But what grounds do you have to sit behind a computer and slander them? What makes you think that you can do their job better than they can? Let’s see how you handle that pressure. Maybe you should try to talk about the people in office you like and why you like them.

For those religiously inclined: if you are really and truly a christian, if you really and truly believe that you are a wretched sinner who has no hope of salvation except for the saving grace of God; then who are you to make degrading comments about what people believe? Who are you to say that someone doesn’t deserve salvation or that they are unfit for God’s grace? Who are you to sit on your pedestal looking down at people you deem lower than you? Who are you to say if an individual is worthy of salvation or not? If you are really a christian, a follower of the Lord, then why aren’t you living like Him? He befriended the “dirtiest” people in the world, people that most of us would never want to associate ourselves with. He got His hands dirty because He truly loved people and wanted those who didn’t belong in the world to have a home. Why are you preaching fire-and-brimstone and getting hung up on the finer details of theology? Do you think that’s what will bring people to Jesus? If you really believe that the Bible is good news, then why are you so glum and judgmental? Why aren’t you happy about what has been given to you? Maybe you should try to talk about the good and beautiful things happening in your life instead of calling people out.

 

People, less talking about what you hate and more talking about what you love! Negativity is a poison that clouds our sight and ultimately leaves us blind! Enjoy this world before you, go out every day with the desire to see the good things around you! This world can be a very sad and dark place, I’m the first to admit that; but how does wallowing in that darkness make you any better in the end?

Will you be wishing that you could have said more bad things about Obama on your deathbed? Or will you be looking back, counting all the times you didn’t stop to see how beautiful this life is and all the moments you missed because you were hung up on what you hated?

Life is too short, take more time to live in the moment.

That is all.

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I Feel Like…

My recent song obsession has been by this group called Band of Skulls. The song name (and my favorite lyric from the song) is: I Feel Like Ten Men, Nine Dead And One Dying.

 

Being a little more hormonal than usual has caused some relapse into some depression. And I’ve felt this exhaustion that I haven’t felt in a while. The ability to deal with people that are annoying me…..forget it, I’m just going to go back to bed because that shit’s too hard right now. The fridge needs to be restocked….too bad, I don’t want to deal with people right now.

I normally jump at the chance to get out of the house, even if it’s just to get a pack of gum; the past few weeks though, I didn’t want to leave the house at all! I even gave up the opportunity to go grocery shopping at night and that’s one of my favorite things to do ever!

 

Lately, I’ve felt this exhaustion….like ten men, nine dead and one dying.

 

I don’t mean to be depressing, but that’s life these days. Don’t worry about me though, the husband is making sure that I interact with people even when I don’t fee like it! He’s made sure that I spent the night with my friend and he’s sending me on a day trip to Atlanta to go explore and make friends.

 

How do you deal with bad days or bad weeks?

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Overthinker

Hello there ladies and gentlemen! Do you have an issue in your life that needs to be more complicated? Afraid that you’re not worrying too much about a situation happening in your life? Then you’ve come to the right place! Just come talk to me and I’ll make sure that you are overthinking every, single, little detail that you’ll have no peace.

 

But really though…..

 

The husband and I went to a wedding on Saturday where we saw a lot of people that we hadn’t seen since high school. And the whole time I was alternating between excitement to be out of seclusion, around people and nervousness about being around certain people. Would they remember how annoying I used to be? Would they accept me at all?

And some of those people–who in my head I was positive I’d be the last person they would want to see–were the most kind and genuinely excited to see me. I was humbled…………….and afraid that they were just pretending they were happy to see me just to seem nice but in reality I really was the last person on earth they wanted to be talking to at that moment and oh my gosh how could I be so naive and blind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, talk about overthinking!

Does any of this ring a bell with any of you? Raise your hand (or hit like!) if you are one of those people that way I will know I’m not alone………….or maybe you just hit like out of pity?? (just kidding!)

Happy Monday.

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Dreaming

I remembered this today and needed to voice it somewhere, so I thought I’d share it with my blogging friends!

When I was in between the ages of 10-13, I had a dream. It was one of the most vivid dreams of my entire life because I woke up still smelling smells from my dream.

Fade from black to the curly top of a little child’s head. The child looks up at me with thick, dark brown eyebrows and these green eyes veiled by the blackest eyelashes. His hair is curly, dark brown. He smiles at me. He’s maybe 2 and I’m giving him a bath.

But the feeling I had; this wasn’t just some boy I was babysitting, this child was different. There was this feeling in my heart that I’ve never felt before this dream or after. I knew, this child was mine.

When I woke up, there was this slight moment of panic as I realized this child didn’t exist. I could still smell the soap suds and the damp skin.

I had to sit there a minute to decompress what had just happened.

Yesterday, I found out that I am having a son. And it’s kind of magical wondering if my dream will be anything like real life. Will this boy in my belly look anything like the boy in my dream? Wouldn’t that be amazing?

Is this too gooshy for you reader? Couldn’t help myself, it was such a lovely thought that I had to share it with you! Thank you for giving me that chance to goosh and next time we’ll go back to normal.

Have a lovely week!

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On Being A Night Owl

My sleeping habits have never been healthy ones.

According to my mom, I stopped taking naps at three and it’s just become worse and worse since then.

I was the kid who could stay up the whole night at a slumber party. It started out so innocently too; someone would say, “Let’s see who can stay up the longest!!” And it was awesome, as girls started dropping into their sleeping bags like flies I’d feel triumphant…..until every, last, one of them was asleep. Then I was sitting there poking their face like, “Hey, hey, yeah, I’m still awake, I win!” Nobody was ever too happy about that, the only reward I got was being too wired on sugar and caffeine to actually fall asleep.

Then skip ahead to my pre-teen years: I would be reading a Nancy Drew book and my parents would come in my room and tell me to go to sleep. I’d turn off my light and wait an hour until I knew they were asleep–since their room was across the hall from mine–then ever so quietly, I’d get my flashlight and my book then read away. I’d finish Nancy Drew’s thrilling adventures, sneak out of my room to put it away…………then decide to start another one!! (Seriously, wut?)

One time, when I was 18 or 19, I had this job where I had to wake up at 5am to get there on time. I would stay up till midnight and then wake up 5 hours later no problem. That might have had something to do with falling in love because a lot of those nights were spent facebook chatting with my husband. At the time, he was just a crush. Aaaahhh, internet, bringing people together since……….when was the internet invented?

And then fast forward to the past two years, my bedtime has frequently been 3 or 4 in the morning. It got so bad that I couldn’t fall asleep before 2am!! That’s not healthy. Why did it all of a sudden get worse within the past few years?? Maybe that’s because I have a husband and dog who snore so loud it sounds like a freaking freight train in our room….maybe that has something to do with it…

The husband is on one side of the bed, the dog is on her bed on the floor next to my side of the bed and they both snore in beautiful unison. Really, if I didn’t want sleep so bad some nights, I might just say it’s quite lovely. But the husband also sleeps through anything…..ANYTHING!! When he snores I punch and kick as hard as I can (granted, my arms are too skinny to actually hurt him but damn it, I’m hitting him really hard!) and he still doesn’t wake up!

I’ve been trying really hard to make my sleeping habits better, having heard several comments from family, husband and friends. It started out trying to get to sleep by or before 1am, then midnight. Now it’s sometime in between 9 and 10. And you’ll be pleased to know, I’m getting better…..but I still have those nights where my inner night owl rebels and refuses to sleep.

And tonight is one of those nights. Hello world! It’s 3am where I am and I’m just sitting here, blogging and listening to Band of Skulls (Himalayan is a great album by them, you should listen to it!)

Maybe sleep will visit me soon…..

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Home

Do you have one of those places that no matter how long you’ve been gone, returning just feels like home. The surrounding geography gets you excited and homesick. Your heart can’t decide on whether to beat fast or slow and a pit creeps into your stomach.

Is that just me?

That place for me is my parent’s old house out in the country. They sold it two years ago and at first I was okay; really, I was! It’s just a house, it’s the memories that are most important, we have so many pictures and videos of that house—were all things I kept telling myself. But it gets harder and harder lately to let go of it!

When I’m in the surrounding area where my parent’s house was, I get unbelievably sad. I turn on my saddest music and mope and sometimes cry. Especially when the seasons start to turn, that’s when our house was the most beautiful!

Our house was the fourth house on the right on our street; and it sat at the bottom of a hill. There was a long driveway that we used to race our bikes down for hours when we were kids. Behind our home was 100+ acres of woods; as children we would spend hours out there, picking wild blackberries, playing make believe, dressed up like princesses. When we got older, we would either film “movies” or have photoshoots.

In the colder months, we would have friends over and gather around the fire pit for smores and bratwurst. On those nights, my favorite was to lay down in the grass by the fire pit and look up at the stars. One night it particular, we sat around the fire, making up a story; each person could only say 7 words and everyone sat in a circle, taking turns telling a hilarious, ghost story.

Our house had a wide open feel to it, perfect for entertaining people–my parents were so good at hospitality, we always had people over. There was a basement, where I lived when I was a teenager and it was home to so many sleepovers and friend time! Me and my sisters and a lot of our friends swore that the spare room in the basement was haunted. Every one said they got a weird feeling when they walked in….not to mention, it had a creepy rocking chair in it.

I wish you could see the way our house looked in the fall. There were so many trees in our yard that my poor dad spent most weekends just trying to keep up with cleaning up leaves. The air had a constant tinge of bonfire smoke in it during those months.

You could always tell when the seasons were changing by the bugs at night; during the summer and spring, all the crickets, cicadas, tree frogs and assorted insects were singing this song so loud that it was almost deafening! But you always knew when fall was coming because one night, it would just be dead silent. That night, it was always hard for me to fall asleep and I could never tell why until I realized how quiet it was.

I know this is kind of rambly, but as fall is sort of creeping in around these parts, my heart goes back to the sweet memories of my old house and I wanted to share it with you.

What places do you miss?

Autumn-Nov (6)

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Silly Song

The set-up: sleepover with my sisters and our best friends, two sisters who shall go unnamed for their sake. It’s late, like, really late and we’ve reached that pre-teen/teenage delirious stage of the night. We just discovered the recording option on my sister’s laptop so we decide to sing and make funny voice recordings.

The song: it was made up by our two friends. And I wish you could hear but as you can’t, I hope you find the reading of it quite enjoyable! (Note to my sister who helped me with the decision to put this up or not: I cannot upload the song, it won’t let me!)

This was supposed to be exclusively friend number 2’s song but friend number 1 has a bit of a love for the spotlight so she jumped in. This was made up all off the top of their heads, no lyrics were written down beforehand…..seriously, this was all improv!

So here it is:

Iiiiiiii – 2

Was – 1

Walking…. – 2

Last night… – 1

Down the road. And I saw, a big fat bunny… – 2

WHO WAS MY LOVER!!! – 1

(Stop it!) So the bunny became my friend, cause his name was George. And he was really tall…and…invisible. But only I could see him! – 2

(Robust!) – 1

Everyone said, I was crazy… -2

(For that robust bunny!) -1

But I knew I wasn’t! – 2

(For that robust bunny!!!!) – 1

And they were like, “YOU are so crazy!” -2

(Robust bunny!!!!) – 1

And I was like………I love that robust bunny! We’re gonna go to the BAHAMAS!! – 2

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