The other night I was sitting in my living room and I got to thinking, what the heck happened to me? All I do is chase kids, work, my business and exercise. I love my kids and I love spending time with them, but I don't want it to be all about them and I don't want my life to be all about work either. It is very evident that I am completely wrapped up in their lives because a few weeks ago I went to a wedding and I went without them. They were both upset that they couldn't go. They thought because I am going, they automatically get to go. We even had a conversation yesterday about the fact that I get to go do things without them once in a while. My kids get to go do things with their friends, I need to be doing the same.
A friend of mine invited me to a surprise birthday party for her husband. It was a pretty good drive to get there, but thanks to my mom watching my kids overnight, I was determined to go out. I was able to go out and be with adults and carry on adult conversations. It was awesome!! I saw an old friend I haven't seen in a while and FINALLY met his lovely wife. It was great to catch up with him. I visited with friends from work and I hung out with a relatively new friend. It was a good night and I need more of them for sure.
I think I need to start dating again. Not to necessarily find a husband, but to just get out. The only problem with that is the only way I really date is online dating...ugh, I'm not liking the idea of getting back online because of all the freakazoids I seem to meet! I haven't had very good luck with that, although it has provided some pretty good stories! I have had a few people approach me and say "You should go out with so and so." Okay, so tell THEM! Set it up, like a party or double date or whatever. Don't just say that and then move on never to be mentioned again. I'm still a somewhat old fashioned woman and I think the man should ask the woman out. I do not do church singles activities. They are not fun for me at all.
Ok, enough whining I guess. I guess I need to find a class to take or find a new hobby where I can meet men. If anyone out there knows any nice single guys to set me up with, I'm up for that too. I do have some criteria though. He has to be at least 5'10", be over 30, have a job and be single...oh, and not live with his mother!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
The Difference Between Men and Women
In church today, one of the lessons was called "Love Her Mother". It was basically about telling a father that the best thing he could do for his daughter, was to love her mother. Then they turned it around and said that the best thing a woman can do for her daughter is to "Love Her Father". That then started quite a discussion about the difference between men and women.
All of the women said they treated their husbands like they should read their minds. The woman says to herself, "I really would like to stop and get ice cream." Well, he's not going to know unless she actually says it...he can't read minds! They then said they would like their man to just do it without prompting.
That got me giggling inside. I am certainly not an expert about men. I haven't been married for over 7 years and my dating life leaves something to be desired. I couldn't really participate in the discussion without feeling like a know it all. However, I do work with a lot of men and the majority of my friends are men. So, ladies, here are a couple things having men friends has taught me. Men have to fix things. It is completely natural and automatic to them. Here is an example. I was talking to Bud a few weeks ago. I was telling him about a little problem I was having with my love life. I didn't give him any names or specific details, I was just giving enough information that he would understand me. Well, he then proceeded to give me ideas on what I could do and they were pretty outrageous! I could tell he was grasping at straws. Finally I told him that I didn't need him to fix it, I just was venting. He then said, "Good! Cuz I got nothing." Haha
Men are straightforward creatures. They just want you to say it in as few words as possible because that is what they do. This is one thing I love about having men friends. Bud just tells me what he's thinking whether I want him to or not. Ha! I know that I can also say whatever I am thinking. He never, ever knocks me for saying it. We may bicker like we've been married for 10 years as my sister put it, but he never gives me a hard time about saying what I'm thinking. The other day I told one of my other guy friends that if I'm ever a mean bitch to please just tell me! I would rather him say it to me than to just think it and be mad at me. He was quick to promise he would. :)
Now it would only be fair if I said a few things about women...for those few men that actually read my blog. I don't even think Bud reads my blog...he would tell me he is much to busy to read it and why does anyone care anyway? lol
Guys, women make up these big stories in their minds about how they think things are or should be. These stories could be romantic fantasy or they could be fear about something. 99% of these stories NEVER turn out to be the way we think of them, but we can't help it!
We expect men to read our minds. When they ask us what's wrong and we say nothing, we expect them to know that it isn't "nothing" and they better figure out what is wrong. Why we don't just say what's wrong, I have no idea. It's just how it is.
We also like to tell long stories. We have to give every single detail so you can picture it right along with us. We want you to understand it and feel it just like you were there!
The last thing I will tell you guys is this, women LOVE little gestures and big gestures. We love it when you do it on your own without being told or hints being dropped...not that you get hints anyway! :) We love flowers just because once in a while. We love a text message or a phone call just to say hi. A friend of mine texted me the other day because there was a big wreck on my way home and he wanted to make sure I made it through the wreck. That meant a lot to me! He probably has no idea why that means a lot to me.
We will never fully understand the differences. We will continue to annoy and drive each other crazy. We will scratch our heads and wonder what in the world is going on with them. We will sometimes have to "fake it 'til we make it" as someone said today, but it is worth it. How boring life would be if men and women were the same!
All of the women said they treated their husbands like they should read their minds. The woman says to herself, "I really would like to stop and get ice cream." Well, he's not going to know unless she actually says it...he can't read minds! They then said they would like their man to just do it without prompting.
That got me giggling inside. I am certainly not an expert about men. I haven't been married for over 7 years and my dating life leaves something to be desired. I couldn't really participate in the discussion without feeling like a know it all. However, I do work with a lot of men and the majority of my friends are men. So, ladies, here are a couple things having men friends has taught me. Men have to fix things. It is completely natural and automatic to them. Here is an example. I was talking to Bud a few weeks ago. I was telling him about a little problem I was having with my love life. I didn't give him any names or specific details, I was just giving enough information that he would understand me. Well, he then proceeded to give me ideas on what I could do and they were pretty outrageous! I could tell he was grasping at straws. Finally I told him that I didn't need him to fix it, I just was venting. He then said, "Good! Cuz I got nothing." Haha
Men are straightforward creatures. They just want you to say it in as few words as possible because that is what they do. This is one thing I love about having men friends. Bud just tells me what he's thinking whether I want him to or not. Ha! I know that I can also say whatever I am thinking. He never, ever knocks me for saying it. We may bicker like we've been married for 10 years as my sister put it, but he never gives me a hard time about saying what I'm thinking. The other day I told one of my other guy friends that if I'm ever a mean bitch to please just tell me! I would rather him say it to me than to just think it and be mad at me. He was quick to promise he would. :)
Now it would only be fair if I said a few things about women...for those few men that actually read my blog. I don't even think Bud reads my blog...he would tell me he is much to busy to read it and why does anyone care anyway? lol
Guys, women make up these big stories in their minds about how they think things are or should be. These stories could be romantic fantasy or they could be fear about something. 99% of these stories NEVER turn out to be the way we think of them, but we can't help it!
We expect men to read our minds. When they ask us what's wrong and we say nothing, we expect them to know that it isn't "nothing" and they better figure out what is wrong. Why we don't just say what's wrong, I have no idea. It's just how it is.
We also like to tell long stories. We have to give every single detail so you can picture it right along with us. We want you to understand it and feel it just like you were there!
The last thing I will tell you guys is this, women LOVE little gestures and big gestures. We love it when you do it on your own without being told or hints being dropped...not that you get hints anyway! :) We love flowers just because once in a while. We love a text message or a phone call just to say hi. A friend of mine texted me the other day because there was a big wreck on my way home and he wanted to make sure I made it through the wreck. That meant a lot to me! He probably has no idea why that means a lot to me.
We will never fully understand the differences. We will continue to annoy and drive each other crazy. We will scratch our heads and wonder what in the world is going on with them. We will sometimes have to "fake it 'til we make it" as someone said today, but it is worth it. How boring life would be if men and women were the same!
Rumor Has It
Do you remember that game called telephone? Someone tells someone a story, then they tell the story to someone else, but change it slightly or add something to it. By the time it's done the story is completely different. The game is to teach kids about rumors and gossip. We have all been victims of gossip and rumors and we have all at one time purpetuated it. It is human nature. We hear a juicy tidbit of information and just have to share it with someone.
Last night I was watching one of my favorite movies...Steel Magnolias. Aside from making me bawl like a baby even after the 100th time of watching it, it also is the perfect example of gossip. A bunch of women get together in a beauty shop and gossip about the locals. It got me to thinking about how natural this is for people to do this, but it can be harmful and hurtful too.
Over the last few years I have heard quite a bit of gossip. I have also learned that 95% of it is not true. Some of it was about friends. I actually went to one of my friends and told him what rumor I heard. He was really upset and offended. He then clarified it for me. After clarifying several rumors this way, I realized that most rumors are untrue and I need to be careful what I believe and what I repeat.
I have also learned that if there is something about my life that I want to keep private, don't share it with ANYONE! As you can tell, I'm pretty open about my life. I have a blog for goodness sake, but there are somethings that I won't share...no matter what. Stories get twisted around and misunderstandings happen.
A good example of a rumor is, my kids came home and told me about a neighborhood kid that had gone missing the day before. They both said he was still missing. I was very upset by this. I decided to check out the validity of the rumor, so I called the aunt of the child. I figured if the rumor was untrue, they should know about it and if it was true, then I could offer my time and whatever else they needed. She said he in fact had gone missing the day before, but thankfully he was found right away and he was just fine! What a big relief! My kids and I had to have a talk about spreading rumors and they need to make sure what they are saying is the truth.
I just want to say, that if any of you hear a rumor about me, please tell me. If it makes me sound exciting I just might say it's true!
Last night I was watching one of my favorite movies...Steel Magnolias. Aside from making me bawl like a baby even after the 100th time of watching it, it also is the perfect example of gossip. A bunch of women get together in a beauty shop and gossip about the locals. It got me to thinking about how natural this is for people to do this, but it can be harmful and hurtful too.
Over the last few years I have heard quite a bit of gossip. I have also learned that 95% of it is not true. Some of it was about friends. I actually went to one of my friends and told him what rumor I heard. He was really upset and offended. He then clarified it for me. After clarifying several rumors this way, I realized that most rumors are untrue and I need to be careful what I believe and what I repeat.
I have also learned that if there is something about my life that I want to keep private, don't share it with ANYONE! As you can tell, I'm pretty open about my life. I have a blog for goodness sake, but there are somethings that I won't share...no matter what. Stories get twisted around and misunderstandings happen.
A good example of a rumor is, my kids came home and told me about a neighborhood kid that had gone missing the day before. They both said he was still missing. I was very upset by this. I decided to check out the validity of the rumor, so I called the aunt of the child. I figured if the rumor was untrue, they should know about it and if it was true, then I could offer my time and whatever else they needed. She said he in fact had gone missing the day before, but thankfully he was found right away and he was just fine! What a big relief! My kids and I had to have a talk about spreading rumors and they need to make sure what they are saying is the truth.
I just want to say, that if any of you hear a rumor about me, please tell me. If it makes me sound exciting I just might say it's true!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Rejuvenation
I love the rain! With winter rain it is a little chilly or cold and the clouds are gray, flat and heavy with rain. I love the way the rain comes down...more than a drizzle and less than a down pour. It is a nice steady rain with no wind. That is the kind of rain this dry desert needs. The kind that soaks into the ground instead of running off.
Summer monsoon rains are exciting! The thunder clouds build and build. They build so high they look like they are touching space. Then they get so heavy with rain they just collapse. The lightening pops across the sky and the thunder rolls. you can watch the storm move in and the air is alive with the anticipation of a down pour. When I was a kid living up in the mountains, this was an everyday occurance from July to September. Sometimes it was around 1 in the afternoon and other times it was later, but it was every day. As a kid my sister and I would stand at the window and hope that it would be later in the day so we could go swimming at the local pool!
The rain doesn't seem to come nearly as often anymore. I'm not sure if I believe the whole global warming thing, but I do believe that weather patterns change and it has definitely changed. We still get the summer monsoon rains, but in this dry, hot desert they don't come as often. I think the city holds the heat like a big dome that forces the rain around us. The one thing I don't like about living in the desert is the lack of rain.
In my life I have been blessed to live in the mountains of this beautiful state and also in the desert. The rain storms are always welcome no matter where in the state they fall. The rain washes away the dust and sadness of many, many weeks of no rain. The air is clean, everything is greener. The earth greedily sucks up the moisture because it has been starved of it for so long.
I find myself feeling that way too. I get cranky and grouchy when we don't have rain. I get tired of the pollution, dust, dirt and dryness...and not just physically, but mentally as well. The rain washes away the sadness I feel and automatically makes me happy. I am happy knowing that God is still blessing us and this earth with the moisture that is so desperately needed.
After knowing all this about me, imagine my excitement when I woke this morning to rain hitting my bedroom window! I couldn't believe it was real! They had been forcasting it for a week, but I have learned to not get excited because I usually get disappointed. Not today! I jumped out of bed and got my kids moving. It was time for a bike ride in the rain. We all bundled up and headed out. Oh how glorious it was! My kids liked it at first, then they got hungry and wet and wanted to go home. I rode home with them and then headed out on my own. Usually I take my music when I ride, but today I didn't. I just rode in silence listening to the hum of my tires on wet cement. Even though it was raining, the birds were singing their excitement about the rain too! It was the most beautiful morning! I feel like the rain has washed away the dust from my soul and like this dry desert, I am rejuvenated!
Summer monsoon rains are exciting! The thunder clouds build and build. They build so high they look like they are touching space. Then they get so heavy with rain they just collapse. The lightening pops across the sky and the thunder rolls. you can watch the storm move in and the air is alive with the anticipation of a down pour. When I was a kid living up in the mountains, this was an everyday occurance from July to September. Sometimes it was around 1 in the afternoon and other times it was later, but it was every day. As a kid my sister and I would stand at the window and hope that it would be later in the day so we could go swimming at the local pool!
The rain doesn't seem to come nearly as often anymore. I'm not sure if I believe the whole global warming thing, but I do believe that weather patterns change and it has definitely changed. We still get the summer monsoon rains, but in this dry, hot desert they don't come as often. I think the city holds the heat like a big dome that forces the rain around us. The one thing I don't like about living in the desert is the lack of rain.
In my life I have been blessed to live in the mountains of this beautiful state and also in the desert. The rain storms are always welcome no matter where in the state they fall. The rain washes away the dust and sadness of many, many weeks of no rain. The air is clean, everything is greener. The earth greedily sucks up the moisture because it has been starved of it for so long.
I find myself feeling that way too. I get cranky and grouchy when we don't have rain. I get tired of the pollution, dust, dirt and dryness...and not just physically, but mentally as well. The rain washes away the sadness I feel and automatically makes me happy. I am happy knowing that God is still blessing us and this earth with the moisture that is so desperately needed.
After knowing all this about me, imagine my excitement when I woke this morning to rain hitting my bedroom window! I couldn't believe it was real! They had been forcasting it for a week, but I have learned to not get excited because I usually get disappointed. Not today! I jumped out of bed and got my kids moving. It was time for a bike ride in the rain. We all bundled up and headed out. Oh how glorious it was! My kids liked it at first, then they got hungry and wet and wanted to go home. I rode home with them and then headed out on my own. Usually I take my music when I ride, but today I didn't. I just rode in silence listening to the hum of my tires on wet cement. Even though it was raining, the birds were singing their excitement about the rain too! It was the most beautiful morning! I feel like the rain has washed away the dust from my soul and like this dry desert, I am rejuvenated!
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