Day 13 – A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days.
I can’t narrow it down.
I am a music freak, I love music, I love all music, I enjoy all music, so how in the world am I supposed to narrow it down?
lately, I would have to say that group is Selah.… go ahead, click the link. They rock… not literally, but I love em. This song is my favorite of many they have out, but the simplicity of this version just…. gets me…
Day 12 – Something you never get compliments on.
What kind of topic is this? Am I supposed to list everything? Cause puleeeze….. for every compliment I get there are a dozen things I don’t get complimented for. Geez, talk about bringing forth all my insecurities. And here I thought this emem thing would be good for my, talking about all these deep subjects and making me thing about things. Well, this one ain’t helpin. I don’t want t ogo there, so I’m not going to. Oh wait, there’s me a subject.
I never get complimented on my sarcastic way of commenting. There ya go. I answered the question. happy now?
** please note the above post was totally off the cuff just typing out my initial reaction to this subject. I’m in a mood ok?
Day 11 – Something people seem to compliment you the most on
Well, these days the thing that gets me the most compliments is my accent. I tried once to convey my southern accent via written word… it goes something like this….
Whe-an ehver I tawk to yoou ian per-son eh-ver-ie-th-ang ehas awl duh-raw-an ay-out li-ake theeyus.
I can hear it myself. I know I’m doing it, but I can’t stop it for the life of me. I’m southern. To the core. It’s in my blood, its in my bones, and its not going anywhere anytime soon. I promise.
I even have an accent for around here. Amazing huh.
People I’ve met online usually are shocked the first time they hear me in person. Some laugh, some giggle, most just say WOW you ARE from the south. That’s fine. Where I used to hate my accent, I now love it. I embrace it. It defines me. It is me.
Day 10 – Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
That’s what I feel like sometimes. I’ll NEVER let go. I hang on to so many things, so many issues I’m surprised that I have a free hand to wave at the world as it goes by.
Right now though, I think the main thing I need to let go is my kids. I’m a mom, I don’t want to let go of them. They are my boys, they aren’t supposed to grow up and leave me behind. They are all supposed to stay safely tucked away behind my 50′s style skirt where no bad things can ever reach them.
Instead they insist on moving from my safety net and venturing out on their own. How dare them want to make their own mistakes. How dare my darling boys want to live their lives and ignore what I want them to do…. shame shame shame on them.
I guess I need to grow up just as much as they do.
Day 09 – Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
I have a couple of friends that fit this category. At one time, I was close to both of them, like sisters, and around the same time both of them started drifting away. I’m not sure if it was me, them, or a combination of both. One of them I cried over, I missed her friendship immensely. The other one, I got angry over. It royally ticked me off when our friendship drifted.
I am still in touch with both of them, doing the occasional coffee meet with one of them, and the one that meant the most to me, we are finding our way back to being friends again. After spending a few years with little contact, we speak now a few times a week. She’s changed, her life has changed, she has left her husband, who was part of the issue, and is in a good place now.
Drifting, while painful, can be good. It gives you space, freedom to grow. Growing is always good.
At the rate I’m going, my month long post meme thing is gonna take me a year to finish. But more on that later….
First things first, I have and article over at The Pastor’s Wife Speaks. Go on over and take a gander.
Now back to my meme.
Day 8 I do believe is which day we are on….
Day 08 – Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shi-take mushroms.
yeah, I edited that title.
With this one, I’ve had the most trouble so far trying to figure out the answer. Most people can reel off folks who have made them miserable in a heartbeat. But not me. Yes, I have people that drive me insane. People that absolutely create more drama and misery for me than anyone deserves. But do they belong on the “made my life a living hell” list?
Yes, my siblings treat me like dirt and take advantage of me and my parents.
yes there have been people that have spread lies about me, turning friends I thought I would have for life against me.
yes I spent most of grade school through junior high being made fun of for various different reasons, I didn’t have the right jeans, the right shoes, my lips were too full, I had too many freckles… need I keep going?
yes I’ve had my heart broken, stepped on and crushed to pieces…
BUT.
None of this has made my life hell. Or at least what I think living hell would be like.
I’ve dealt with these things, I’ve over come them, and I have grown from them into the person I am today because of dealing with all these things. I don’t hate anyone. I don’t harbor ill feelings towards anyone listed above. So, no, they haven’t made my life hell. They have made my life…. mine.
Day 07 – Someone who has made your life worth living for.
I have soooo many answers for this one. Seriously.
But the first one has to be Stud.
I can’t remember who I was before I met him. I do remember I wasn’t very happy with my life in general. Yes, I had plans, they were totally and completely different from where I am now. I was headed to 4yr school, ready to embark on my life towards law school. No where near getting married, having kids, or anything remotely like it. I was going to be a career woman. Living the fast track towards the top.
But I wasn’t happy.
Did I ever tell ya’ll I knew from our second date that Stud was the one. 2nd date.
yep.
With the topic for Day 6, there is no way to answer without getting all head case-ey
Day 06 – Something you hope you never have to do.
There is no thinking about his one, no trying to figure out exactly what my answer would be, weighing the options… none of that. My answer is simple…
I hope I never have to bury a child.
I’ve been blessed.
I know I have. And I am grateful for that.
I have never had to bury a child. It is my greatest fear that I will lose one of my children, as I can imagine it is every parents worst nightmare.
As kids/teens we don’t realize that this fear is what drives our parents to put limits on our activities. We don’t get that parents stay up waiting for us because they want to make sure we arrive home safe and sound, as teens we just think it is mom and dad’s sick way of ruining our lives.
When I was a teenager, I hated the fact that my parents always waited up. There was no sneaking in after curfew for me. Mom or Dad, or both would be waiting when I got home. There was no trying to bypass them with mints or whatever to mask drinking, no coming in and going straight to my room to keep them sniffing too much. Nope
I had to come in and have a conversation with them. I resented it then. Now, I admire it.
I know they stayed up and made me come sit with them for a reason, to make sure I stayed safe.
Day 05 – Something you hope to do in your life.
I’m still not in a head case mood, so I’m gonna go with frivolous
Some day I hope to go to Italy. no, scratch that, make that Australia, nah….. Greece? Ireland? ok, lets do this…..
Some day I hope to travel.
How’s that.
I’ve lived vicariously through Jammie J and her travels, she’s hit a few of the places I want to visit already, and I’m looking forward to her travelling some more just so I can look at her piccies and drool.
I think I would actually like to live in Italy, maybe that is another post this month?
Day 04 – Something you have to forgive someone for.
Wow. What a list.
How do I narrow it down? Seriously….
I forgive that doctor who accused my husband of being controlling and keeping me barefoot and pregnant all the time.
I forgive the woman at the bakery who accosted me because I have 5 children and her daughter has none. Accused me of taking all the kids so that people like her daughter could not give birth.
I forgive the man who slammed me, my kids and my family to the ground, making accusations that were not only unfounded but un called for.
I forgive my siblings for being ignorant jerks.
I forgive my kids for making my butt look big… ok, so it is big, but it’s their fault, it never shrunk back after giving birth, and my boobages never perked back up after breastfeeding either.
I think thats enough forgiveness for now..
