I'm happy to say that I am crazy. But not crazy delusional, not crazy self absorbed, not crazy critical, and not crazy mean. Actually, after reading all the fb posts today I'm beginning to feel pretty damn sane. Now that's a crazy thought.
Every single day of my life I swear I'm going to give up facebook. Sometimes it's pretty entertaining but sometimes it makes me nuts and my fingers get all itchy wanting to type out long replies to extra stupid posts. Most of the time I show restraint. Tonight I went back on facebook looking to reply to an exceptionally stupid post that had me fuming all day long. I was ready to light a fire under this idiot and then I realized that she had completely deleted her post. HA HA! I'm so glad.
I assume (which I shouldn't do) that someone else got all cranky with her post before I got the chance. Yay them! But I'm also glad that I didn't get the chance to respond. I know that it would do absolutely no good. I know that I would be wasting my breath (or finger clicks as it would be). I know that I am in no place to judge someone's opinion. I know that people do and say (type) things for a countless number of reasons of which I could never understand. I know all of these things. The thing I can't wrap my brain around is that people choose to live these tiny little lives in these tiny little boxes and shove their opinions in other people's faces. And I'm not just talking about those super conservative, super annoying opinions. But I'm talking about anyone and everyone who insists that their opinion is FACT and blabs it to the world via social media. I'm just annoyed by people who honestly think that they KNOW EVERYTHING about everything and that the sun rises and sets according to their schedule. Social media has created, or maybe it bring out, a gall that you don't see in face to face, real life.
I am a crazy woman. I know absolutely nothing about everything. I am lost. I fail. I flounder. I struggle. I really, really struggle sometimes.
The wisdom to know the difference, right?
Crazy woman...... OUT.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Changing my name
I'm going to change my name to Susan. That way people can call me "lazy" Susan and it will totally be funny. errrr... maybe.....
I can't possibly catch up on eleven months worth of funny stories in one post. I'm not even sure I remember eleven months worth of stories.
Josie's birthday was last week. She has been talking for a month about her birthday and how ONLY she was going to blow her candles out. She has a tendency to freak out when other people blow their own candles out..... So her party was fun and she blew her candles out all by herself, about three times! Then last night she woke up crying in the middle of the night. When I finally calmed her down and got her to tell me what was wrong she sniffled "Ci Ci blew out my candles". Poor kid has nightmares about people blowing out her candle!
Life is chugging along. Summer is in full swing and we are busy doing nothing!! I'm still sewing like a crazy woman and Caroline has finally finished softball. Whoo Hoo!
Time flies so fast and sometimes I don't keep up. Sometimes that is intentional and sometimes I get blindsided.
Crazy Woman Out. Pin It
I can't possibly catch up on eleven months worth of funny stories in one post. I'm not even sure I remember eleven months worth of stories.
Josie's birthday was last week. She has been talking for a month about her birthday and how ONLY she was going to blow her candles out. She has a tendency to freak out when other people blow their own candles out..... So her party was fun and she blew her candles out all by herself, about three times! Then last night she woke up crying in the middle of the night. When I finally calmed her down and got her to tell me what was wrong she sniffled "Ci Ci blew out my candles". Poor kid has nightmares about people blowing out her candle!
Life is chugging along. Summer is in full swing and we are busy doing nothing!! I'm still sewing like a crazy woman and Caroline has finally finished softball. Whoo Hoo!
Time flies so fast and sometimes I don't keep up. Sometimes that is intentional and sometimes I get blindsided.
Crazy Woman Out. Pin It
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sometimes I want to snap.....
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Today was Monday, which mean gymnastics in our world. So we take Ci to gymnastics after Josie slept for about half an hour. Which mean chaos in our world because that kid needs to nap. We sat upstairs with all of the other parents. It seems like more people were there today than normal and we had to sit in the bleachers. So Josie was unhappy and digging through my purse and screaming at random old ladies as we're watching Ci practice. And I'm doing a pretty good job keeping my cool and keeping her as quiet as possible when all of a sudden my bra strap (the over the shoulder strap) snaps. And it snaps BIG! I should also mention that I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt, a light weight sleeveless shirt. And we all know that poor strap was holding it all together and that when it snapped it all fell apart. I couldn't even move. I had serious boobie droop and I was frozen there in front of all of these people with a screaming two year old. I finally realized that I couldn't sit there pretending that my one boob wasn't hanging out any longer and I scooped Josie up and got myself to the bathroom. I attempted to tie my bra strap back together because even though my purse weighs about twenty pounds there was NOTHING in there to hold my bra together. Needless to say, I put some safety pins in there when I got home. Geez.
That's all I have tonight. I think that's enough.... Pin It
Today was Monday, which mean gymnastics in our world. So we take Ci to gymnastics after Josie slept for about half an hour. Which mean chaos in our world because that kid needs to nap. We sat upstairs with all of the other parents. It seems like more people were there today than normal and we had to sit in the bleachers. So Josie was unhappy and digging through my purse and screaming at random old ladies as we're watching Ci practice. And I'm doing a pretty good job keeping my cool and keeping her as quiet as possible when all of a sudden my bra strap (the over the shoulder strap) snaps. And it snaps BIG! I should also mention that I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt, a light weight sleeveless shirt. And we all know that poor strap was holding it all together and that when it snapped it all fell apart. I couldn't even move. I had serious boobie droop and I was frozen there in front of all of these people with a screaming two year old. I finally realized that I couldn't sit there pretending that my one boob wasn't hanging out any longer and I scooped Josie up and got myself to the bathroom. I attempted to tie my bra strap back together because even though my purse weighs about twenty pounds there was NOTHING in there to hold my bra together. Needless to say, I put some safety pins in there when I got home. Geez.
That's all I have tonight. I think that's enough.... Pin It
Sunday, July 10, 2011
When you're dumb, you gotta be tough....
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This week Chirs moved my laundry room so I can FINALLY have a REAL sewing room. YAY!!!! So I decided that I needed to help but since I can't install plumbing or run wiring I just pretty much supervised all week. Until Friday. Friday I got to help. We were supposed to go out to dinner for our anniversary that night and I had enough time to spray all of these cracks in the floor with that spray foam stuff. So I sprayed. And sprayed. And I thought I was doing a real bang up job, especially since I was smoothing it out with my hand as I went.... Then Chris walks in and says "You know you're not supposed to get that on your skin, don't you?" Well, NO.... I didn't know that. But I figure it's just going to wash off and he's being dramatic. So I finish foaming everything up and go wash my hands. But it doesn't wash off. Not only does it not wash off but it gets even more sticky. So sticky that when I pick up a towel the towel sticks to my hands. Uh Oh. So I break out the paint thinner. Paint thinner gets everything off.... except super sticky spray foam. Nothing. Not even a little better. So I start freaking out a little. I could handle something stuck to my hands, but not being able to touch anything without sticking to it was HORRIBLE! And so I decided to let the crap dry. And it dried. And my hands looked like I had contracted some nasty disease. Actually I've been peeling the glue stuff off and scrubbing my hands with a pumice stone for two days and I still have some glue on them. I am a moron. So if you were thinking about using spray foam be sure you don't scrape it up with your bare hands. Because that is a pretty stupid idea.
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I have nearly as many Halloween decorations as I do Christmas decorations. I realized this after cleaning out ((again)) the laundry room (the NEW laundry room... YAY!). How did that even happen? So I have to throw some stuff out. I have all kinds of crap. Who needs three HUGE bins of Halloween decorations? I guess I do, kinda. But not really.
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This crazy woman is one happy chicka! Pin It
This week Chirs moved my laundry room so I can FINALLY have a REAL sewing room. YAY!!!! So I decided that I needed to help but since I can't install plumbing or run wiring I just pretty much supervised all week. Until Friday. Friday I got to help. We were supposed to go out to dinner for our anniversary that night and I had enough time to spray all of these cracks in the floor with that spray foam stuff. So I sprayed. And sprayed. And I thought I was doing a real bang up job, especially since I was smoothing it out with my hand as I went.... Then Chris walks in and says "You know you're not supposed to get that on your skin, don't you?" Well, NO.... I didn't know that. But I figure it's just going to wash off and he's being dramatic. So I finish foaming everything up and go wash my hands. But it doesn't wash off. Not only does it not wash off but it gets even more sticky. So sticky that when I pick up a towel the towel sticks to my hands. Uh Oh. So I break out the paint thinner. Paint thinner gets everything off.... except super sticky spray foam. Nothing. Not even a little better. So I start freaking out a little. I could handle something stuck to my hands, but not being able to touch anything without sticking to it was HORRIBLE! And so I decided to let the crap dry. And it dried. And my hands looked like I had contracted some nasty disease. Actually I've been peeling the glue stuff off and scrubbing my hands with a pumice stone for two days and I still have some glue on them. I am a moron. So if you were thinking about using spray foam be sure you don't scrape it up with your bare hands. Because that is a pretty stupid idea.
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I have nearly as many Halloween decorations as I do Christmas decorations. I realized this after cleaning out ((again)) the laundry room (the NEW laundry room... YAY!). How did that even happen? So I have to throw some stuff out. I have all kinds of crap. Who needs three HUGE bins of Halloween decorations? I guess I do, kinda. But not really.
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This crazy woman is one happy chicka! Pin It
Thursday, July 7, 2011
One, two, three strikes your out.....
Confession 13
I should be way past 13 by now.... geez. How have I been blogging my "confessions" for months and only be at 13? It's not like I'm giving away secrets here! So 13 can be that I often start things I don't finish. There, I said it. Out loud. Not that this is any surprise to anyone but I feel kind of like I just hung my big granny panties out on the front porch. It's not just the blog. It is the never ending story of my life. Sewing projects have stacked up for years. This is shameful. My back flower bed is only half weeded as I sit here and type. I am a starter. I love to start things. I'm just bad at the "finishing". And I'm working on it, I'm seriously trying to be better. But it is tough because it is so freaking hard!
14
There are these moments in my life that are honestly perfect and they come so infrequently that when they happen I am blown away. I don't know if anyone even knows what I mean, but I mean those moments when you JUST KNOW that this is what life is about. You know you will remember and cherish the moment forever. Tonight I had one of those moments. It was nothing spectacular, but it happened and I am thankful for it. I can remember other moments like this one. A snapshot of my feet hanging out of a car window on a hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere. Sitting under an oak tree at Monetvallo. Watching Caroline feed herself peas when she was still a baby. Nursing Josie back to sleep at two am and being happy to do so. Tonight it was singing. In the car tonight we all sang the abc song. Nothing special, just singing. And for the first time in a long time it felt like the world stopped and I must say, life was pretty good. Pin It
I should be way past 13 by now.... geez. How have I been blogging my "confessions" for months and only be at 13? It's not like I'm giving away secrets here! So 13 can be that I often start things I don't finish. There, I said it. Out loud. Not that this is any surprise to anyone but I feel kind of like I just hung my big granny panties out on the front porch. It's not just the blog. It is the never ending story of my life. Sewing projects have stacked up for years. This is shameful. My back flower bed is only half weeded as I sit here and type. I am a starter. I love to start things. I'm just bad at the "finishing". And I'm working on it, I'm seriously trying to be better. But it is tough because it is so freaking hard!
14
There are these moments in my life that are honestly perfect and they come so infrequently that when they happen I am blown away. I don't know if anyone even knows what I mean, but I mean those moments when you JUST KNOW that this is what life is about. You know you will remember and cherish the moment forever. Tonight I had one of those moments. It was nothing spectacular, but it happened and I am thankful for it. I can remember other moments like this one. A snapshot of my feet hanging out of a car window on a hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere. Sitting under an oak tree at Monetvallo. Watching Caroline feed herself peas when she was still a baby. Nursing Josie back to sleep at two am and being happy to do so. Tonight it was singing. In the car tonight we all sang the abc song. Nothing special, just singing. And for the first time in a long time it felt like the world stopped and I must say, life was pretty good. Pin It
Monday, June 27, 2011
The sun will come out tomorrow....
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There is a cabinet between our front room and our dining room that has been painted shut since we bought our house. Just this week I thought about it and realized I probably need to open it and find out what is in there. I still haven't opened it. I should do that.
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I am a nut magnet. Seriously. I think I've said this before but I have to say it again. This isn't really a confession but something that has recently smacked me right in the face harder than ever before. Maybe I should start a new blog and title it "Why do I seek out crazies". For the longest time I've said that they are attracted to me but I'm really beginning to think I seek them out. What on earth is wrong with me? Seriously, what is wrong with me?
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I often resort to bribery with my children. That's how I roll.
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I need to laugh more. Pin It
There is a cabinet between our front room and our dining room that has been painted shut since we bought our house. Just this week I thought about it and realized I probably need to open it and find out what is in there. I still haven't opened it. I should do that.
11.
I am a nut magnet. Seriously. I think I've said this before but I have to say it again. This isn't really a confession but something that has recently smacked me right in the face harder than ever before. Maybe I should start a new blog and title it "Why do I seek out crazies". For the longest time I've said that they are attracted to me but I'm really beginning to think I seek them out. What on earth is wrong with me? Seriously, what is wrong with me?
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I often resort to bribery with my children. That's how I roll.
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I need to laugh more. Pin It
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