I'm looking forward to a wonderful night.
Pizza with my brother, husband and son.
A bonfire in the backyard.
Stories about war, babies and life.
Laughter - lots of laughter.
Songs played on the guitar.
And that perfect feeling that only being with family can bring.
I think I will wrap my mind around every sound, every word and every feeling that tonight will bring and when I lay down in bed tonight, I'll pray that I'll remember the good times like this forever.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Be nice to me, darn it!
Have you ever been walking through a store, been frustrated as all get out and taken it out immediately on the next employee that you see just because well - it's obviously their fault since they were ignorant enough to cross your path?
For those of you who do not know, I work at Lowe's 20 hours on the weekends. I am not particularly fond of the job, but it isn't awful either and it provides my little family with insurance where as my husband's full-time job does not. We do what we can and gotta in these parts.
Anyway. Nothing, NOTHING, bugs me more than when I end up with a super pissy, totally unappreciative customer who most of the time is angry for reasons outside of anything I could possibly help them with find me, yell at me and make me feel like I'm the sole cause for every misfortune in the entire world. (Yes - it really feels like that, I'm kind of sensitive, okay?)
I just wish sometimes that they would just stop and think about what they're doing. Usually if there's something wrong in the store
-It's not my fault.
-I can't fix it.
-And yelling at me is just going to make it much harder for me to WANT to do what I can to help.
Just sayin'
Now, I'm not sticking up for those people who go to work and seriously deserve to be yelled at. I've yelled. I've yelled and I've been very angry at people who seriously amaze me that they're in a retail environment, treating customers (who are their job security...hello!) like total dog crap. Just this past week I put a lady into her place at Wendy's when she told me that they couldn't add or remove anything from my sandwich. Are you serious? Push the extra button and quit acting like you're doing me a huge favor!!
Anyway, off subject a bit there.
All I'm asking is that the next time you go into the store, if they're out of milk (this happened to me this week too) don't yell at the poor boy stocking paper-towels in the next isle (I didn't yell at anyone though, promise). I'm sure it's not his fault that the truck didn't get there or the cow's got loose and ran off, jumping moons along their way. Just try to be a little nicer, please. I know it would make my life a little-lot easier.
I am thanking you personally, from every retail employee in advance!
P.S. - I won't even go into you men out there who look at me like an idiot when I tell you what I KNOW is true but because I don't have two balls between my legs, you immediately take me as an ignorant throw-in who obviously is working in this department because I don't know a single thing about it. That's another post - but it's coming and you should fear me right about now.
For those of you who do not know, I work at Lowe's 20 hours on the weekends. I am not particularly fond of the job, but it isn't awful either and it provides my little family with insurance where as my husband's full-time job does not. We do what we can and gotta in these parts.
Anyway. Nothing, NOTHING, bugs me more than when I end up with a super pissy, totally unappreciative customer who most of the time is angry for reasons outside of anything I could possibly help them with find me, yell at me and make me feel like I'm the sole cause for every misfortune in the entire world. (Yes - it really feels like that, I'm kind of sensitive, okay?)
I just wish sometimes that they would just stop and think about what they're doing. Usually if there's something wrong in the store
-It's not my fault.
-I can't fix it.
-And yelling at me is just going to make it much harder for me to WANT to do what I can to help.
Just sayin'
Now, I'm not sticking up for those people who go to work and seriously deserve to be yelled at. I've yelled. I've yelled and I've been very angry at people who seriously amaze me that they're in a retail environment, treating customers (who are their job security...hello!) like total dog crap. Just this past week I put a lady into her place at Wendy's when she told me that they couldn't add or remove anything from my sandwich. Are you serious? Push the extra button and quit acting like you're doing me a huge favor!!
Anyway, off subject a bit there.
All I'm asking is that the next time you go into the store, if they're out of milk (this happened to me this week too) don't yell at the poor boy stocking paper-towels in the next isle (I didn't yell at anyone though, promise). I'm sure it's not his fault that the truck didn't get there or the cow's got loose and ran off, jumping moons along their way. Just try to be a little nicer, please. I know it would make my life a little-lot easier.
I am thanking you personally, from every retail employee in advance!
P.S. - I won't even go into you men out there who look at me like an idiot when I tell you what I KNOW is true but because I don't have two balls between my legs, you immediately take me as an ignorant throw-in who obviously is working in this department because I don't know a single thing about it. That's another post - but it's coming and you should fear me right about now.
The Way Things Are & Why It's Okay
I'm following Johnna's suit over at not the muse and starting 'The Way Things Are & Why It's Okay' here hopefully weekly. It's all about taking those negative things and finding the blessings in them, a former blogger used to do these and I used to love reading them. She's going to make a badge so we can link up together, I can't wait.
Anywho...yesterday was just one of those days, so I thought today would be a good day to start.
The Way Things Are:
I spent all morning shampooing my rugs, scrubbing the fabric on my couches, sweeping and mopping and cleaning because while we were on vacation, our dog-sitter obviously forgot that going out with his friends every night wasn't quite as important as doing his job and letting our dogs out. So my once potty-trained pup is now going out on an hourly basis, walking back into the house and peeing on the floor. It took us awhile to catch on and the smell was so atrocious that I kept cleaning and cleaning and couldn't figure out what it was. Needless to say, I figured it out and my brand-new rug went bye-bye yesterday. Mr. Cohen will now be spending his nights in his cage until I can get him fully potty trained again and we will have a new sitter the next time we leave town. 'nough said.
Why It's Okay:
The horrible smell is now gone, THANK GOD. Jeremy has a horrible sense of smell and no matter how many times that I told him that something smelled just terrible, I don't think he thought it was as bad as what it was. My couches look brand new again! Between Henry spilling his sippy cups and the dogs jumping all over them and all of us snacking on them, they had already begun to look well worn. Oh...and I get to go shopping for a new rug. I love decor-shopping, it's by-far my favorite type of shopping and I've already started planning and brain-storming ideas for an awesome new rug. Perhaps something with a lot of color this time?
The Way Things Are:
I spent my entire afternoon gathering props, writing down my posing ideas and making phone calls to confirm my locations for an engagement session just in time for the couple to call to reschedule because of fear of rain. I was so annoyed because I had put so much time and effort into preparing this session because I wanted it to be great - and I need the images for my portfolio.
Why It's Okay:
When 7 p.m. rolled around (the time of their session) it was dark as could be outside, the wind was blowing like crazy and it was raining so it was a good thing we rescheduled or they would of drove an hour and a half for nothing. With my free time, Jeremy and I drove to a few parks here in Miami County that I've been curious about for locations and I am now super excited about one. Then we had dinner and rented a movie to watch together - there is nothing better than cuddling on the couch on a rainy evening with one another and a good movie.
Anywho...yesterday was just one of those days, so I thought today would be a good day to start.
The Way Things Are:
I spent all morning shampooing my rugs, scrubbing the fabric on my couches, sweeping and mopping and cleaning because while we were on vacation, our dog-sitter obviously forgot that going out with his friends every night wasn't quite as important as doing his job and letting our dogs out. So my once potty-trained pup is now going out on an hourly basis, walking back into the house and peeing on the floor. It took us awhile to catch on and the smell was so atrocious that I kept cleaning and cleaning and couldn't figure out what it was. Needless to say, I figured it out and my brand-new rug went bye-bye yesterday. Mr. Cohen will now be spending his nights in his cage until I can get him fully potty trained again and we will have a new sitter the next time we leave town. 'nough said.
Why It's Okay:
The horrible smell is now gone, THANK GOD. Jeremy has a horrible sense of smell and no matter how many times that I told him that something smelled just terrible, I don't think he thought it was as bad as what it was. My couches look brand new again! Between Henry spilling his sippy cups and the dogs jumping all over them and all of us snacking on them, they had already begun to look well worn. Oh...and I get to go shopping for a new rug. I love decor-shopping, it's by-far my favorite type of shopping and I've already started planning and brain-storming ideas for an awesome new rug. Perhaps something with a lot of color this time?
The Way Things Are:
I spent my entire afternoon gathering props, writing down my posing ideas and making phone calls to confirm my locations for an engagement session just in time for the couple to call to reschedule because of fear of rain. I was so annoyed because I had put so much time and effort into preparing this session because I wanted it to be great - and I need the images for my portfolio.
Why It's Okay:
When 7 p.m. rolled around (the time of their session) it was dark as could be outside, the wind was blowing like crazy and it was raining so it was a good thing we rescheduled or they would of drove an hour and a half for nothing. With my free time, Jeremy and I drove to a few parks here in Miami County that I've been curious about for locations and I am now super excited about one. Then we had dinner and rented a movie to watch together - there is nothing better than cuddling on the couch on a rainy evening with one another and a good movie.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The 2012 Miami County Fair
While usually we hold out our fair-going until the Darke County Fair, Jeremy had free fair passes from work so we decided to go roam around the Miami County fairgrounds for a couple of hours last night.
There really wasn't much to see. Most of the animals were already put up for the night and the lack of craft booths and games is one of the many reasons that we had decided to quit going in the past. However, Henry liked seeing all the rides lit up and we watched the marching band perform which was nice.
The only really cool thing we saw was the light show put on with hot-air balloons. A guy would blow a fog-horn and all the balloons would light up at once, it was pretty neat. I was glad that I decided to take my camera at last minute!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
A Happy Meal for a Happy Boy
I really do not like eating out and I really do not do it often, but after skipping breakfast this morning and then spending several hours between the grocery and errands, I was starving. Plus Henry was being SO good. He didn't cry once through the entire grocery store (which is odd for him, he usually wants out of the cart about half-way through). I even found several clearance items for him to wear this time next year. I just LOVE clearance clothes!
So, I figured I'd go get myself a baked potato and some chili from Wendy's and after I went through the drive-through and then stopped to see Jeremy for a few minutes, I realized that my sleeping boy in the backseat probably deserved a treat himself. So I stopped by McDonalds on the way home, waited in line for 10 minutes, bought myself a sweet tea and got Henry his very first Happy Meal.
He loved it. Of course he did, what kid doesn't? He wasn't really thrilled about the apple slices - but I usually cook apples before I give them to him so they were pretty much completely foreign to him, but he LOVED the chocolate milk and chicken nuggets. He fed the fries to the dogs. I don't blame him, they looked disgusting. I am just not a fry person most of the time. I think the toy was his favorite part, he carried it around for a good hour, putting it in the back of his truck and pushing it around. He's just so darn cute - and I can not imagine loving anyone any more.
So What!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Fly, fly away...
Sometimes I wish I were a bird.
I know that that statement it completely ridiculous - but it's true. Can you imagine what it must be like to be a bird? Can you imagine how free you must be to spread your wings and soar through the sky, landing and living and being where ever your heart desires. It sounds glorious to me, absolutely and irrevocably glorious.
Not that I'm not happy right here, exactly where I am. Just sometimes being where you're meant to be, in the place that you feel most comfortable, can feel too...right. I have too much of a drifter's soul and I think I'd be happiest never settling in one place for long, no matter how impossibly ridiculous that is. I mean, what kind of mother and wife would I be if I constantly uprooted my family just to satisfy my lust to surround myself with change?
There is always exploration. There is always the possibility of finding something new and wonderful as close as my back yard and over the years, I've learned that although my heart often yearns to be elsewhere, elsewhere is usually closer if I'd just open my eyes and look for it.
Life is like that - right there in front of you, waiting for your eyes to come back into focus, showing you that you were looking too far ahead instead of seeing what was obvious. I like it that way sometimes though, it leaves a sort of air of mystery that leaves me wanting more. Sweet, addicting nectar that I will never sip enough of.
I know that that statement it completely ridiculous - but it's true. Can you imagine what it must be like to be a bird? Can you imagine how free you must be to spread your wings and soar through the sky, landing and living and being where ever your heart desires. It sounds glorious to me, absolutely and irrevocably glorious.
Not that I'm not happy right here, exactly where I am. Just sometimes being where you're meant to be, in the place that you feel most comfortable, can feel too...right. I have too much of a drifter's soul and I think I'd be happiest never settling in one place for long, no matter how impossibly ridiculous that is. I mean, what kind of mother and wife would I be if I constantly uprooted my family just to satisfy my lust to surround myself with change?
There is always exploration. There is always the possibility of finding something new and wonderful as close as my back yard and over the years, I've learned that although my heart often yearns to be elsewhere, elsewhere is usually closer if I'd just open my eyes and look for it.
Life is like that - right there in front of you, waiting for your eyes to come back into focus, showing you that you were looking too far ahead instead of seeing what was obvious. I like it that way sometimes though, it leaves a sort of air of mystery that leaves me wanting more. Sweet, addicting nectar that I will never sip enough of.
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