Cleaning Out The Fridge

When I clean out my fridge, I consider it serious business.  It takes me all afternoon.  I inspect every expiration date, every piece of questionable produce and any food container that holds unidentifiable leftovers.  Everything is removed and the shelves are completely wiped clean.  Before restocking, I exchange old baking soda boxes for new ones.  That’s right…keepin’ it fresh. 

So, the past few days, I’ve taken the same approach to cleaning up my head.  I’m removing all those old ideas I had about who I am and how I want to write.  I’m wiping away all the grit and grime that has muddled up the person that I always have been.  All the worries, the bothersome guilt and the ridiculous idea that I have to be someone’s cookie cutter version of a professional have been scrubbed away. 

In the past week, I have discovered a plethora of women out there who are doing what they love and making no apologies.  They are reading, writing, blogging and saying whatever they want.  They are raw and brilliant and funny.  Some are silly, some are sweet and some swear like truck drivers and I am loving every one of them.  They are a true testament to the fact that I can be myself and not worry about the judgements that others will make. 

This is because there are people out there that will love you or like you or hate you.  And no matter what you try to be, or try to say, you can never…I repeat NEVER, make them all happy.  You can only hope that the ones who will like or love you will find you and they will be there to enjoy what you have to offer.  And if you can find some of those people on your own, you’ll start to see the domino effect of how they can lead to more people.

And when you’re done…grab a couple boxes of Arm N Hammer, you know, to keep it fresh.



The Big Wheel

A lot of people are finding it hard to be happy these days.  With unemployment at an incredulous rate, the economy getting worse by the minute, and disasters occuring all too often, I can see the difficulty.  However, lately, I am finding it hard NOT to be happy.  And I am one of the currently unemployed.  In fact, I don’t think I have been this happy since receiving my Dukes of Hazzard Big Wheel for my fifth birthday. 

Every day, I have found more reasons to love my life.  I have never trusted any person like I trust and love my husband.  My kids, despite the occasional outburst, are amazingly intelligent and wonderful children.  My family is loving and supportive.  We moved into a new home in a neighborhood that I love.  The list goes on and on. 

My point is, no matter what your situation, you can find a way to really appreciate what you do have and magnify it.  Being happy with your life can start a chain reaction of unexpected events.  If you are unhappy, it’s important to find ways to make the changes to get what you want.  Take every small win as a success.  Did you make an amazing dinner?  Chalk that up as something to appreciate.  Did someone tell you that you look good in that shirt?  Enjoy the compliment. 

So many think it’s just easier to be miserable with so much going on.  But the truth is, your life as a whole is much easier if you can be happy with what you have.  Sure, who doesn’t want to hit the big lottery winnings?  What are the chances of that happening?  Anyone can be depressed about what they don’t have, but wouldn’t it feel better just to take a small win and celebrate that for a minute?

Boys vs. Girls

When I had my son ten years ago, I was young and optimistic about knowing exactly how I wanted to raise him.  Ten years have gone by like a cool breeze on a hot day and I can honestly say that he has been a fairly easy kid.  As a baby he ate well, slept through the night and barely made one sound of discontent.  I probably could have left him alone for half the day and he would have cheerily played with his toys without bothering one precious item in any room.  Now, he’s well mannered, kind, intelligent, funny and very easygoing.  Pride is bursting out of me for the boy he has turned out to be.  I can only hope that his teenage years will be tolerable as I always expect the worst since kids pull so far away from their parents during that time. 

However, three years ago, I had a beautiful baby girl.  Little did I know that my first hint at her indignance was a hospital photo holding up her hand and distinctly giving the camera the finger.  Yes, the middle one…for all the world to see.  To this day, I regret not getting that one printed for proof that she began her life as a rebel.  While she was also a fairly easy baby, it was clear to see she was going to be a handful very quickly.  She more often squeaked than cried, earning herself the name “Baby Bird”.  Also proven by the way she opened her mouth and waited for someone to put food in it when hungry.  Once mobile, she was ready to cause maximum damage.  If I would leave the room for mere seconds, I could hear giggles and the pitter patter of her running feet, as I dashed back in to find that she had turned off my laptop.  The laptop that I used for my job which I then learned to save everything after any update. 

As she learned to speak, it was evident that her nickname was once again proven when she parroted everything said within a four room radius.  And now at three, I’ve dubbed her the “swearing police”, scolding us when someone says anything she finds offensive, such as “stupid”.  Let’s just say my choice of words of frustration has been cut off at the knees.  With a full vocabulary and excellent speech, she suddenly sounds like a teenager with the comebacks that come out of her mouth.  I’m amazed at her ability to neck roll an insult back at a parent with breakneck speed. 

I’m not saying all girls and boys are the same.  I’m not even going to say any girls are the same as mine.  What I will say is that my guess is, there are quite a few girls out there giving their parents a run for their money.  And as teenagers, we may want to consider locking them in a tower until the age of thirty.  All I know is my parents must have been out of their minds…they had four girls.