the truth is…life overwhelms me. there i said it. i only said it here because i just have 2 followers, neither of which i know personally, and am sure that my "bare all" will most likely go unseen. in the safety of that i can truthfully, consciously, boldly say-- LIFE, not necessarily my own life confines, but LIFE, in and of itself, overwhelms me.
Im finding myself sad more than happy these days. i feel sad for all the neglected children and their absent parents. i'm sad for the amount of addictions. sad that there are people in the world who feel they have some sort of right to take another life, or a person, or a person's virtues. I'm sad that we don't know each other anymore, and even worse, don't want to. I'm sad that we put money before health, money before goodness, money before everything. I'm sad we tolerate wrong and discourage right, and have such blurred lines anymore no one knows right from wrong anyway. sad that we censor teachers and pastors and honorable parents, but give freedom to media, songwriters and vulgar performers. I'm sad that we've replaced "have a nice day" with STFU and GTFO.
its heartbreaking that young girls are cutting themselves with razorblades and starving themselves to be prettier. I'm sad that we hate police, justify criminals, encourage pornography and poke fun at virgins. sad that our best sellers and box office hits are usually horror films and books on satanic elements and witchcraft.
People, us, we…we're all becoming cynical, mean, hateful people and it's sad. Oh sure, we have our moments of nicety. But the balance is too far over the line. One only has to read the daily news, turn on the tv, or take a drive on a bust freeway to see the severe imbalance.
It is exhausting to have to keep my guard up constantly. The stress of this life overwhelms me.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Monday, November 25, 2013
Hobby Lobby on "ADD"
Hobby Lobby Super Store. That alone is (almost) enough said. It truly is a beautiful thing for anyone with even an inkling of a creative hunger. In that, I wonder if anyone else has to mentally prepare themselves before the magical doors glide open. I've learned that once the proverbial "golden gates" have allowed me permission to enter into the glorious court of the unending creative brilliancy, my brain could easily short circuit and render me completely stupefied if I'm not physically, mentally and emotionally prepared for what lies ahead.
Places like this are strictly for brave creative warriors, the strong at heart, the resolute…the ones who know what it takes to complete a project... who know how to make a list and stick to it... those who don't allow the multitude of colors, textures, shapes, sizes...the endless possibilities of all the glittered and shiny things to distract or seduce them off their track. Metaphorically speaking, it's for those not easily tossed and tumbled from aisle to aisle, like a wet towel in the dry cycle. To be more exact, these aren't the type of places for people like "ME," who suffers from creative ADD, to enter into alone or without a solid plan of attack lest we find ourselves dizzy and crazed by trillions of choices, supplies, projects and ideas. I know this as fact because I am a "wet towel." …so, being the insightful, efficient, and creative ADD crafter that I am, I knew I needed to go in today with plan! Yes! a battle plan. See, I refuse to, once again, get sucked in and spit out like an insipid automaton.
And so, confidently, I constructed my plan. First, I rehearsed what I needed; Ribbon, Burlap, Pins. I even applied the little game I play when trying to remember something important--I'd remember these 3 simple things by remembering "Rib Burp-pinG." RIB(bon) BUR(la)P PIN(s) G Smart, right?!
My second plan of assault was to set my phone alarm for 30 minutes…NO SNOOZE. Thirty minutes should be plenty of time to walk straight to the sewing section and grab RIBbon, BURlaP and PINs, even with all the Christmas crafters milling about, then walk straight to the registers. I also knew I needed to turn RIGHT as soon as I entered the store and stay on course until I reached the ribbon aisle.
Standing tall and feeling confident, I whispered, "You got this, girl!" I took my three deep breaths, popped a piece of spearmint gum (supposed to help with alertness), recited my memory game list, navigated my body toward the east where I knew I needed to get to, and waited like a soldier at attention as the doors slid open. Slowly the doors opened, a rush of warm air blew back my bangs, I took my first step. Then it was like the devil himself reached out and grabbed me like a rag doll, shook my marbles till my memory went blank, and set my feet down crossed over in front of me so they'd lead me to the first available aisle. To the west. At first, I thought the feet were doing me a favor, like ducking me into a safe nook so I could pull myself together. But nooooo…there I was, face to face with the most beautiful and useful floral supplies…stuff I didn't even know I needed was taunting me with endless ideas for Christmas Wreaths, Topiaries, Coned Trees, ornaments, and various other Holiday decor. Oh, I knew immediately I was in trouble. "Back away from the the florals. Slowly…keep your hands by your side and just back away," I told myself, trying to get back to my plan.
It didn't matter anymore, because before I knew what else hit me, I was so far deep in the crafting section, holding all sorts of crazy odds and ends that I thought I would put together into making something, somehow. Let's see, I had berries, and snowflakes, sequins, jewels, a paper mache letter "W" (my last name starts with a C), lace ruffled stretchy stuff, and a styrofoam circle all tucked safely in a strip of discounted fleece remnant. Suddenly, without any indication what was coming next, sirens began ringing. ugh! The alarm I had so wisely set before finally went off. As mad as I was that my time in this "happiest place in my home town" was up, I was also thankful because it brought me into semi-consciousness again. I remember looking down at the plethora of crafting supplies cradled tightly in my arms and thinking to myself, "I did it again, didn't I!" *groan* Realizing I was too far gone at that point, that I didn't have a clear idea for any single project but rather the "starts" of what could be several (and that my time was up), I did what I normally do when I visit Hobby Lobby. I placed my booty of goods down on a temporarily abandoned conveyor belt, nodded sheepishly to the cashier at the next register, and shamefully tip-toed out.
For those who are wondering, yes, I will pull myself up by my bootstraps and devise an even better plan for my next attempt at Hobby Lobby. I'll bring my husband and hand him the shopping list!
Places like this are strictly for brave creative warriors, the strong at heart, the resolute…the ones who know what it takes to complete a project... who know how to make a list and stick to it... those who don't allow the multitude of colors, textures, shapes, sizes...the endless possibilities of all the glittered and shiny things to distract or seduce them off their track. Metaphorically speaking, it's for those not easily tossed and tumbled from aisle to aisle, like a wet towel in the dry cycle. To be more exact, these aren't the type of places for people like "ME," who suffers from creative ADD, to enter into alone or without a solid plan of attack lest we find ourselves dizzy and crazed by trillions of choices, supplies, projects and ideas. I know this as fact because I am a "wet towel." …so, being the insightful, efficient, and creative ADD crafter that I am, I knew I needed to go in today with plan! Yes! a battle plan. See, I refuse to, once again, get sucked in and spit out like an insipid automaton.
And so, confidently, I constructed my plan. First, I rehearsed what I needed; Ribbon, Burlap, Pins. I even applied the little game I play when trying to remember something important--I'd remember these 3 simple things by remembering "Rib Burp-pinG." RIB(bon) BUR(la)P PIN(s) G Smart, right?!
My second plan of assault was to set my phone alarm for 30 minutes…NO SNOOZE. Thirty minutes should be plenty of time to walk straight to the sewing section and grab RIBbon, BURlaP and PINs, even with all the Christmas crafters milling about, then walk straight to the registers. I also knew I needed to turn RIGHT as soon as I entered the store and stay on course until I reached the ribbon aisle.
Standing tall and feeling confident, I whispered, "You got this, girl!" I took my three deep breaths, popped a piece of spearmint gum (supposed to help with alertness), recited my memory game list, navigated my body toward the east where I knew I needed to get to, and waited like a soldier at attention as the doors slid open. Slowly the doors opened, a rush of warm air blew back my bangs, I took my first step. Then it was like the devil himself reached out and grabbed me like a rag doll, shook my marbles till my memory went blank, and set my feet down crossed over in front of me so they'd lead me to the first available aisle. To the west. At first, I thought the feet were doing me a favor, like ducking me into a safe nook so I could pull myself together. But nooooo…there I was, face to face with the most beautiful and useful floral supplies…stuff I didn't even know I needed was taunting me with endless ideas for Christmas Wreaths, Topiaries, Coned Trees, ornaments, and various other Holiday decor. Oh, I knew immediately I was in trouble. "Back away from the the florals. Slowly…keep your hands by your side and just back away," I told myself, trying to get back to my plan.
It didn't matter anymore, because before I knew what else hit me, I was so far deep in the crafting section, holding all sorts of crazy odds and ends that I thought I would put together into making something, somehow. Let's see, I had berries, and snowflakes, sequins, jewels, a paper mache letter "W" (my last name starts with a C), lace ruffled stretchy stuff, and a styrofoam circle all tucked safely in a strip of discounted fleece remnant. Suddenly, without any indication what was coming next, sirens began ringing. ugh! The alarm I had so wisely set before finally went off. As mad as I was that my time in this "happiest place in my home town" was up, I was also thankful because it brought me into semi-consciousness again. I remember looking down at the plethora of crafting supplies cradled tightly in my arms and thinking to myself, "I did it again, didn't I!" *groan* Realizing I was too far gone at that point, that I didn't have a clear idea for any single project but rather the "starts" of what could be several (and that my time was up), I did what I normally do when I visit Hobby Lobby. I placed my booty of goods down on a temporarily abandoned conveyor belt, nodded sheepishly to the cashier at the next register, and shamefully tip-toed out.
For those who are wondering, yes, I will pull myself up by my bootstraps and devise an even better plan for my next attempt at Hobby Lobby. I'll bring my husband and hand him the shopping list!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Some Things I've Learned in Life
hugs feel good
words sometimes don't
life is all about relationships
words sometimes don't
life is all about relationships
laughing feels good
peeing pants while laughing doesn't
black shirts on first, THEN deodorant
being polite matters
animals have feelings too
naps are sometimes necessary
when the gauge reads "E" - it means it
God has a sense of humor
coffee always tastes better on the patio
addictions suck
God's grace really is sufficient
being right isn't always better
choose your battles
common courtesy isn't very common anymore
school really did matter
first loves are just that
parents make mistakes
kids are precious
80's big hair should've been outlawed
peeing pants while laughing doesn't
black shirts on first, THEN deodorant
being polite matters
animals have feelings too
naps are sometimes necessary
when the gauge reads "E" - it means it
God has a sense of humor
coffee always tastes better on the patio
addictions suck
God's grace really is sufficient
being right isn't always better
choose your battles
common courtesy isn't very common anymore
school really did matter
first loves are just that
parents make mistakes
kids are precious
80's big hair should've been outlawed
gas gouging makes the news, and makes us angry
...yet we cowardly submit to theatre popcorn prices.
teen "cutting" sucks
homelessness is an outrage
...yet we cowardly submit to theatre popcorn prices.
teen "cutting" sucks
homelessness is an outrage
sometimes I'll lose
not everyone will "get" me
love is ALL
time really does "fly"
kids really do grow up fast
simplicity is bliss
forgiveness isn't a feeling...
it's a decision.
expect to age
magnifying mirrors do just that
spf is a good thing
chocolate shrinks clothes
bikini's just aren't necessary after 40
kids really do grow up fast
simplicity is bliss
forgiveness isn't a feeling...
it's a decision.
expect to age
magnifying mirrors do just that
spf is a good thing
chocolate shrinks clothes
bikini's just aren't necessary after 40
skinny jeans don't make you skinny
mail-in rebates rarely get mailed-in
other people have bad days too
not everyone thinks like you
don't have false expectations
we're better off having no expectations at all
if someone wants it more than you, let them have it
other people have bad days too
not everyone thinks like you
don't have false expectations
we're better off having no expectations at all
if someone wants it more than you, let them have it
when the opening line is "don't be offended, but..."
...you probably will be
life is an opportunity to define yourself
november sunsets are best
every room needs a little something red
do a 360 in the mirror before buying white pants or skirts
simon cowell is really just being honest
the fast lane is not for cruising, it's for passing
wearing white while eating sushi always means a soy sauce stain
my voice is my strength, but my mouth is my weakness
God won't take away our pain, but He'll walk us through it
life is short, embrace it.
every room needs a little something red
do a 360 in the mirror before buying white pants or skirts
simon cowell is really just being honest
the fast lane is not for cruising, it's for passing
wearing white while eating sushi always means a soy sauce stain
my voice is my strength, but my mouth is my weakness
God won't take away our pain, but He'll walk us through it
life is short, embrace it.
Disclaimer: this is ongoing list, in random order, and is certainly not all inclusive.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Christening
Blogging. I'm jumping in with both feet. I have no future plan. No hidden agenda. Just a desire to let loose of all the voices and the thoughts running around in my head like a loose ticker tape on a crazy day at the stock exchange. We'll have to wait and see how this thing plays out. If you're along for the ride, I suggest you buckle up and prepare for the ride.
*smashes champagne bottle across the stern of the blog*
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