The Plague

Have you ever been sick and been made to feel like you have the plague because people are sooooo scared to catch what you have?

If  you are one of the people who have treated me this way, don't worry I still love you, I just want to explore this issue.

It seems everybody has an excuse as to why they can't get sick, I get it. Nobody likes to get sick, it sucks. I am sick now (thus the motivation on the topic) and I am miserable so I understand.

However, I find it interesting that most people who treat others like they have the plague when they are sick are either older and their kids have not been around for a long long time or they just plain don't have kids.

I don't have kids either and I certainly take percautions when I am around sick kids and adults, but I make an active effort not treat them like they have the plague because let's face it, we are all going to get sick sooner or later anyway.

I feel like the Lord blesses caregivers, mommies, daddies and people who do not treat other people like they have the plague when they are sick. I feel like there are little blessings that come with setting yourself aside and not obsessing over getting sick by treating people different because they are sick.

If have offended anyone, it's because you are one of those people who have some excuse as to why you just can't get sick, I get it. I still love you, I'm just sayin.....

Chick Flicks

Since Dean has been gone, I have been renting chick flicks like nobody's business. I have laughed, cried and been in touch with my deepest of emotions.      It has been AWESOME!!

Dean is one of those guys (much like many other men) who does not want to watch chick flicks, I think it's because he doesn't want to cry (much like many other men).

I can go in out of our movie rental place in like 3 minutes, because there are so many movies I have not been able to watch. I should really pace myself because my eyes are red and I am emotionally drained, but I feel like I must - opposite of soldier - on.

I also have the sudden desire to buy a pair of pumps (which I never ever wear) and a cute pencil skirt (which I never ever wear).

Not Today

When my family of my youth lived together, I took it for granted.
When my best friend and I spent time together, I took it for granted.
When my days began and ended with basketball, I took it for granted.
When my grandma and grandpa just lived down the street, I took it for granted.
When my body was young and full of energy, I took it for granted.
When my knees were strong and unscathed, I took it for granted.

I often think of all the things and many more, I have taken for granted over the years, it makes me stop and think of all I have to be greatful for today.

I won't take today for granted, not the cozy house I live in, not the running vehicle I drive, not the love I have and feel for and from others, nothing will I take for granted today.

Each drop of rain on this wet cold day will remind me of all things I have, and will not be taking for granted. Not today.

Blog

Does "Blog" mean random thoughts? Does it mean I can write about anything and everything I want? Does it mean there are no boundaries or rules? What is a "Blog"? An on-line journal? Journal of thoughts?

I hope I am not violating the "Blog" code by writing all these crazy random thoughts and experiences. It doesn't really matter if I am not following the "Blog" code, but if I am not doing it right, can we call this something else?

Have you ever gone to the movies by yourself?

Trust me, don't ever go to a funny movie by yourself.

I have gone to the movies a couple times by myself, mostly just to prove my independence to myself.

The problem with watching a funny movie by yourself is that you don't realize how much you look at the person or people you came with during funny parts (maybe to see if their laughing too).

I remember feeling so stupid looking to my right during a funny part and expected to see a laughing friend, instead I either saw nothing or a random stranger that I just made uncomfortable because they didn't find it funny and I was the only one laughing.

I'm just sayin'.... don't see a funny movie by yourself.... Awkward, I tell you, Awkward.

I am Thinking of Jenny

I remember how I always looked up to our preacher's daughter, Jennifer. She was so fun and pretty. She taught me how to gleak, I can never repay her for teaching me such a wonderful thing. My sister wishes she would have kept that one to herself.

She was always so out-going and had so many friends. I admired her spirit and she embraced me like she did with everyone.

I don't know too many people that I meshed as well with. We use to do cart wheels, dance (like little dorks), go camping, do church things, spend the night at each other's houses. It was so much fun, she was so much fun.

After my parents got a divorce, we stopped going to church. I went to a different school and I lost touch with her. I always thought about her and wondered what she was up too.

Now, we are in contact again and she is as sweet and kind as she ever was. I am so glad to have friend like her in my life.

Jennifer you will forever be a part of my fondest memories of childhood.

Front Brakes

So I have a serious problem. I habitually use the front brakes on any bike. I have flipped on my old dirt bike many times using the front brake, I have flipped on my friend's dirt bike using the front brake. I have flipped on bicycles using the front brake.

Dean doesn't like to ride bikes with me because I embarrassed him one time when I flipped my bike while riding with him - guess how. Why do I do this? You would think with all the pain and embarrassment I have caused myself I would learn not to use the front brake.

I'm like the rat in the experiment that continually gets shocked getting the cheese over and over again. My cheese is that front brake, I just gotta use it.