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a place where anything and everything goes

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do you have an “acceptable profession”

There are many professions I chose to be when I grew up. A teacher, a ballet dancer and even a marine biologist (love shark week!). Being a teacher, professional athlete or nurse are typical childhood dreams of what we want to be. No one usually goes through life saying “I want to be the manager at Burger King” or “I want to be a Debt Collector for a large collection company”. No. These are not typical childhood dreams. I would even say these are not seen as typical “Acceptable Professions”. When you hear about someone working for a bank or a hospital, you think, “Wow, they must have a nice job.” You see this person in your mind as being professional and well put together. When you hear about someone working at Burger King, you may think “Wow, where did they step of the beaten path? They must live with their parents still.” Even though these may be first reactions, they are not the correct ones. I must say I am guilty of judging people by what they do. But I have learned to tell myself, someone has to do it. When I walk in to order my burger, don’t I expect someone to be there to take my order? When I take my car to be washed, don’t I expect someone to wash it? We judge others on what they do, but we expect someone to do it. Do we just not want to know the person doing it? Would we prefer them to stay anonymous? Why do we feel the need to judge someone for what they do instead of who they are?
I am not sure I have a great answer or an ending for this blog. This is just something that I have been pondering for awhile now. I’d like to say that you shouldn’t allow others thinking to sway how you feel about what you do or love. But that can be the nature of the beast. Do you feel the need to have an “acceptable profession”?

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if you look like a duck and quack like a duck…you may be a horse

I know. I know. That isn’t how that normally goes. But think about it. So many people are molded to think they are a duck so they better quack like one. But really inside they hate the water and don’t want to waddle when running. They feel mighty and strong and want to run faster than the wind. These people can be hard to recognize as they fear straying from their duck-like ways will bring them to be disowned or disliked. When I come across someone who is struggling with this I feel sadness for them. I am quick to say that in most cases, I feel this feature of ourselves is learned. Fear of letting down a parent who wants their ducklings to walk as they do. Group of peers who have identified themselves as a certain class of people. Or even fear of letting down ourselves. We have this idea of who and where we want to be years from now but when we get there it may not be the pond we expected. A battle we all face at some point in our lives. It’s like hitting a 4-way stop. Do I go straight and keep myself and everything I do the same? Or do I turn left and stray from what I know? I really hate that for some of us out there this question is way harder than it should be. I am lucky to have had and still do have a great herd that allow me to be me. Yes I have come up with some corky ideas. And not everyone in my circle are still with me today. We have to learn how to spot the ones who will bring us down. I pray that my children get to experience this journey called life as I have. But they will go on and choose the people they want in their gathering. I will do my best to make them strong enough to keep the supportive folks and to buck the people who are a hazard to their happiness.
For anyone wanting to be the horse, let down your mane and let out a loud “NEIGH”. Life will then be bliss if you accept your TRUE nature.

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i use Facebook to stay connected

So while on my facebook page today I came across not one but two posts of “friends” fighting with their significant other. Saw about 4 people complaining about something and ended with FML. I could have done without seeing any of that. My life would not have been missing anything if I didn’t know that someone didn’t come home last night so they obviously are cheating and I’m over them. That someone’s phone is glitchy so FML. I keeping lying to myself saying “I only have a Facebook to stay connected with people”. I don’t actually connect with anyone on there. I just get to know way too much about their lives. And then I think it is really funny when those people who posted those personal issues on the Internet get upset with fellow readers choose to use the comment button to add in their two cents about the situation. IF YOU PUT IT ONLINE IT IS FAIR GAME!

So if I feel so annoyed with all of this, why am I not running to hit the delete button under my account settings?


popsicle’s: childhood addiction

It’s funny how even in early age we start our addictions. In my case my eldest is addicted toPopsicle’s. The addiction starts as a color. Mommy I want red. Mommy I was green. It isn’t I want cherry or lime. It’s the favorite color of the day or week. She became obsessed with orange. (popsicle’s that is). She ate an orange one every night. She loved the color longer than she should have. We ran out of orange. So you try to say…here try purple….wahhhhhhh no! Orange!! So what do you do? Do you cave to the addiction and buy new package of popsicle’s so you can have orange? Or do you make them overcome and break the orange addiction just to likes new colors?
Things we do for our children…are we catering to their wants or creating an addictive habit. Either way…I’ve learned to not run out of Popsicles.

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cranky pants

Why is it that some days you feel on top of the world and some days you feel like punching the next person you see straight in their forehead? …I ask this question like I don’t know the answer to it. We are human. We are emotional, hormonal and just straight up crazy some days. But isn’t it horrible on the days you have cranky pants on and you see people who are just loving their life that day; you think “SCREW YOU!” (Haha the thought of that kind of makes me laugh.) Those people are not directly affecting you and your day. They should not be cursed at just because they got up that morning and their hair fell perfectly into place, their clothes didn’t have juice spilled on them, they hit no stop lights on the way to work and the radio is playing their favorite tune.

I put my cranky pants on today.

But you know what they say “Some days are diamonds and some days are stones but it is up to us what day we are having”….SCREW YOU! 🙂

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my very first post

Hello to all you readers, fellow bloggers and people who accidentally stumbled across this site. I am choosing to start this blog with one topic in mind…Life. I plan to write about anything and everything that goes on in my head. Some thoughts may be more interesting than others and some will make no sense at all. So enjoy reading or discontinue reading. Whatever you desire.

Have a fabulous day!