Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Flash Back!



The kids had taken note of and were asking questions about a couple of our wedding pictures so I pulled out the wedding video!

This is still by far my favorite clip!
I was too cracked up not to share!
What a fun time!
 Can I have another wedding?! 

The best is when the camara rotates angles there is a flash of my Grandma Ella
and she is grinning from ear to ear, that was heart warming to see today!
How Lucky to capture that moment in time!





video

beautiful, sometimes awful,and wonderful

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another,
'What! You too? I thought I was the only one” ~C.S. Lewis
That quote caught my attention last week and I have been pondering it ever since.

I don't think I had realized how true that was until recently.

The "rules" in adult life are crazy.

When something fan-fabulantasic happens
society teaches us to

Be Modest

Don't Brag

Maybe do an internal happy dance, but then move on.

AND

When the walls come crashing down,

don't ask for help,

don't admit defeat,

and by all means don't flap your jaws about it.

Just move on.

I am lucky enough to have been blessed with friends in my life with whom I can be completely honest in the good and the bad. In the happy and the sad.

From middle school to the nursing home we need those friends who just "get it."
I have discovered over the last couple years
that the more honest I am with my friends the more honest I am with myself.

I know right?

I thought it would be the other way around too!

It happens ever so slightly when I take the risk and be real and a friend will chime in and I am like
"yes, yes that is it! I would have never put that together but you are so right!" and I am one step closer to understanding not them, but myself!
and
just as quickly when that bond is there
that friend can put you back in your "place" because sometimes that is just as necessary!

It's beautiful, sometimes awful, and wonderful all at the same time!

My life is far from perfect.
I am not perfect.
No one is.

Thankfully I have friends who are real because without them I would be faking it, but trudging along in this "perfect" world where everyone continues to push themselves to dangerously high "perfect" levels.

I am thankful for my imperfect life and my ability to openly love and hate it,
with my ever so slightly imperfect,
but perfectly wonderful,
friends!

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod;
my shadow does that much better.” ~Plutarch


Honest moment #7658, I typed a post from 8:30 to 9:30 and got some error code that it wouldn't save. I right click and copy it. Paste it on a new entry. Same error code pops up. I do it again. Edit the title. Hit the button, same error code. Log out. Log in. Paste...and $%*! (see cursing post below)I copied the title in attempt #3 to save and when I got the error code I closed it and lost it all! $%*!&. Screw it. Wash the dishes. NO way is it lost..let me try to recover it...not it's lost.
and now this is the it is now 10:30, retyped, not as polished, something is missing but it's late and I am peeved off version. $%@*! grrrrrr

Friday, November 4, 2011

profanity confession

I know it is immature.

I know it is inappropriate.

I know it is not professional.
Developed.
Responsible.
{plug in any other "Mature" "wholesome" description here}

BUT sometimes when the mood strikes I derive pleasure from cursing like a sailor.

The crazy thing is no one else needs to be around.
There is no audience.

Take for instance last night:
Mark was at work and both kids were sleeping. 
Alone.

The mood strikes and as I am picking up toys
I am saying to myself {not outloud even just internally}
F*&! markers.
How many D*mn markers can one person pick up?! 
Who threw that sh*! on the floor! What the H*ll is that?!
Did my f*! sock just stick to the floor?!   
I suppose I am going to have to f*! sweep and mop the floor now.
S*#t it's already 10:30. UGH
Freakin' great! Why am I the only one who notices this s*!t?! 

That really is no rationalizing it.

I do not know why I feel the need to curse to myself,
but I do.

It's almost embarrassing.

Confession over.

Moving on.