I Read Too Much

Disclaimer:  This is from my heart - judge not. I really need to say this, Facebook is one of the greatest modern inventions.  Now, it isn't that it keeps me occupied, well, I guess there is that, but more because I keep up.  I know you are thinking, wait wasn't she just talking about this the other day, and the answer is yes.  However, here is what I mean.  I was blessed with reuniting, if you will, with an old high school friend last winter.  (I'm not giving names)  She and I were really close our freshman and sophomore years; which was a huge thing for me as I transferred in from a really really small school to one that was, well, really really big!  Anyway, she and I reunited on FB.  We spent a lot of time just getting to know each other as adults. Some time later I was invited to a girls night out and met up with a bunch of other girls from high school (the group that always hung out together). Here is the thing, we weren't...

I would create a flood.  I find that I wish for things more when I am reading.  I am not sure if it is the whole getting caught up in the make believe or not, but it is what it is.  In regards to that, I am reading a novella of sorts, a small book that is a part of a 3 book holiday edition and the heroin (rather the author) so eloquently stated to the hero in response to his quite anticipated what do you wish for in life question, "she'd spent most of her life wishing it were different."  That got me thinking, is that how life really does go?  Think about it, if you were to really look at yourself and dig deep, are you living the life you dreamed of?  Is it better, worse, or a version therein?  That is what I am getting at.  Who in this world is actually living the life they wished (dreamed) for/about?  I don't want to come across as being ungrateful for the life that I have.  Heaven knows it could be worse and I do thank the good...

Well, not really.  Today is my husband and my 9th wedding anniversary.  To say that it has been an easy 9 years would be to lie, but to say that I'd have wished it with someone else would be as equally deceptive.  I'm not necessarily the easiest person to get along with and frankly, would really hate the process of doing everything all over again.  Now don't take that the wrong way, it isn't "settling" the way society reads it, it is "settling" as in I'm settling into a good thing.  Don't go getting all gushy on my either, sheesh.  Yes, every little girl dreams of finding her prince charming (thanks Disney for disillusioning the world for the last 50+ years!), but in all actuality they don't exist.  I'm not saying I don't believe in love, nope, not at all.  What I am saying is that I don't believe in fairy tales, or love at first sight, or any of that drivel that harlequin publishes.  Nope, I'm about as much of a realist a...

Ok, so have you ever wanted to just talk to someone?  I mean, just to have a conversation?  Here I sit, me, who would rather type an email, IM, send a text, or any other thing that requires no actual face to face or even voice to voice, wanting desperately to talk.  You might be asking yourself why, well, actually, I have never mastered the fine art of talking on the telephone.  In fact, it rather annoys me.  Granted, it is better than nothing at all, but when typing you can proofread, ensure your thoughts are well rounded, meaningful and be straight to the point.  Whereas, on the phone, I can't so much get straight to the point and the silence kills me and in person I feel as if I have no proper understanding of the mechanics of a good conversation and frankly, I'm a dull person. In all honesty, I feel like I am wasting the other person's time.  Now that all said, I long to have a face to face - with some people.  My problem is, when I ...

or perhaps I am just over that thing that crawled up my butt and died.  Yeah, that is it.  I appear to be on a very negative rant this month. Actually it followed me in from the last one.  After reading some of the things that I have written, both on here and not, I guess it is time to snap out this funk and worry about the plank in my own eye.  Man, I tell you though, finding, identifying and fixating on the spec in another's eye is SO MUCH EASIER!  I don't often share my daily devotionals or the notes that I take from a Sunday message at church or tidbits from here and there, but I think that a moment of perspective is what I need and I will share what has been really hitting home for me lately. Have you ever heard, or read, that sometimes God uses other people to speak to you?  Well, I was having a conversation before the service started at church yesterday; mind you this was a completely random conversation and a friend of min...

They say the grass isn't always greener on the other side.  I think "they" are correct.  However, why is it from this vantage point the July sun had turned mine into lite brown crunchy, yet sharp, blades of blah?  Yes, I realize that this is an arbitrary question and that the only answer is perspective.  The point here is that I have had a lot on my mind lately.  (I really wish the thing had an on/off switch) So here goes: Stuff - how much is a good amount?  Why oh why is the accumulation of it the basis for whether you are good enough or not?  How about clothes and accessories (sorry guys you may not get this one as much, or you may!!!)?  Why is having clothing that come from stores like Aeropostale and Ambercrombe (mall stores) so much more acceptable than those that come from places like Walmart and Fashion Bug?  Is it the material, the price tag, the label, etc?  Then there is a person's hair cut, color and style.  ARGHHH...

One would think with my penchant for writing I would have thought to take a journal with me on vacation, but alas, I forgot.  However, I do have a memory and more importantly my phone has a journal app.  Yes, my technology free vacation seems to have been invaded by technology, bugger.  We camped for 4 days and 3 nights, this is an additional day over last year.  However, I was greatly saddened when it was time to come home, the girls were as well, Mike, well, lets just say, he doesn't enjoy camping, but he acquiesced.  So here is a chronology of sorts of how I viewed my vacation...perhaps in another post I will share all the events and activities that we all went on/did.  We kept the kids VERY busy! Day 1:  A Morning Run I woke up at 5:30 am...yes, I know that it is vacation and that I am allowed to sleep in, but for some reason I have issues doing that.  After all, the morning is the best time of a day.  I went on a 3.2 mile run through ...

Well, it is finally here.  The day of our vacation.  All the planning and preparing that I wanted to do, umm, didn't quite get done; seems you can lead a horse to water...I get really discouraged being the only person that can see the things that need to get done and then do them.  The kids, I can kind of see, they are after all just kids, but...yep, exactly!  I had a list of items that I wanted to accomplish in the last 4 days and only a fraction of those were completed.  Now here it is, 4 hours until we leave and I am so overwhelmed with the amount of work to be done that I can only get through it by typing it out! So, I got the kitchen stuff packed, almost all of the groceries and swimming/beach stuff, the camping gear is all in one location and the toiletries are almost ready.  That leaves, finding the rest of the beach toys, finishing the laundry and packing it, getting the bedding around and making sure the kids and house are all cleaned.  Yep,...