Posts Tagged ‘blog dare’
Here are some of the things that I have heard since my layoff from my job in September 2011: “get a job that you like doing”, “think outside of the box”, “take a break”. Those are all easier said than done and not my favorites.
But the one thing I’ve always hated someone, ANYONE telling me is that “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle.”
Is that really advice? Is that a platitude? I don’t know. I have struggled for 8 long years as a single parent of a child with a rare genetic disorder and I’ve had to deal with surgeries, eating issues, digestional issues, therapies, specialists, and the list just goes on. It was no picnic, it wasn’t sheer joy, but it has had some rewards.
God tests us on a daily basis and he WILL give you more and more. You either pass or you fail. I have failed more than once, but I keep plugging along.
This is definitely a subject I have mixed feelings on at times. Some days I resent what I have had to watch my child go through. Most of the time, I am thankful she is a resilient, happy child and that we are in smoother waters now.
I’m not an advice giver, I’m a listener for my friends. But I will give you this piece of advice, don’t ever tell someone that God doesn’t give them more than they can handle. It really doesn’t make you feel any better.
My “Day 4” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
This is a blog dare post, that I had to fall over laughing about. I hated my Junior High years, the 7th through the 9th grade. What was I nervous about? Being on my period. Oh, and wearing contact lenses.
I hated starting my period. The smell just drives me crazy and I was always worried everybody else could smell it too. I was afraid I would be teased. I was already being teased enough because I looked different than the other kids. I had to start carrying around a pocketbook to keep my hygiene products in. I was also afraid I was going to drop it and everything was going to roll out, scattering all over the floor. Further cause for laughter from the other kids.
Even now, I still hate being on my period. I hate it that other people might smell it. I am kinda over the display of hygiene products accidentally, but hey, it’s part of life. So is the smell, but it’s still gross.
I also hate it that I’m going to be 50 years old next month and I’m STILL having a period, heavy ones too. They were almost non-existent 8 years ago when I got pregnant, and after my daughter was born, I was back to having them just as heavy and as awful as I did when I was in Junior High.
I am thankful though. It doesn’t look like I’m going to be hitting menopause anytime soon. HAH!
And I still can’t say “menstruation” to this day.
My “Day 3” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
In ten years… I’ll be… 60 years old. Ouch. I never thought I would be that old. I don’t really think too much about it though. I make jokes about turning 50 next month. Then I think about how old my mother is… she will be 75 in August. Yikes. She is still going strong, getting up and dressed to the nines every single day, driving herself around town, getting a “bite to eat”, and taking care of her 82 year old sister in the nursing home. I can only hope that in ten years, I will be able to do just as much. Oh, and did I mention? She has had two hip replacements on her right hip, heart bypass surgery, and a pacemaker. All within the past 5 years.
It’s hard to really imagine where I will be in the next ten years. I try to imagine it, but right now, for the first time in my life, I am HAPPY. Big changes have happened in the past 6 or 7 months that have made all the difference in the world to me. I remarried on January 2nd. My husband is 62, strong and confident, and definitely the man for me. The one I have always dreamed of having. ♥
In ten years… where do I WANT to be? Here…
Well, not the same exact place as the picture, but something similar. Back in October, this house was for sale for $275,000 with the following ad:
2007, 2000 sq. ft. 3bd/2ba energy eff. Ranch home, 1 bd/1ba updated cabin by 2 ac pond. Barn, outbuildings, Pecan trees, Grapevines, Blueberries, Pear tree, on 48 ac.
It sounds like the perfect place that I want to be. I want to live off the land, have a garden full of vegetables, maybe a cow (or two?), have a pantry full of canned goods—not tin cans— but mason jars full of my own products that I have preserved. Well, all with the help of my wonderful husband that is.
It may be hard work, it may be hot work, but it would be “my” work. I can’t say that I have accomplished much in my 50 years of life, but I want to go out feeling as if there was something worth what I had done in my life.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Author Unknown
My “Day 2” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
February 2002?…. not a great year for me. 🙁
Ten years ago, I was just recovering from my husband of almost 8 years walking out on me a few months before. He just up and said one day, “I want to move out”, and I told him there’s the door. He left that night. I took it fairly well, I think. No hysterics, no tears, no tantrums. He probably deserved anything I threw at him, either objects or in words. But I refrained myself.
I spent the year of 2002 working on my home. Making sure it was kept clean, buying new furniture, working. And keeping my estranged husband’s two dogs. They were sweet dogs, but I worked all day and they were left alone in the house, so it really wasn’t working out. I had to insist that he take them. Ugh! Custody issues over the dogs, just a bit much, lol.
Next, I worked on myself… I had never had my hair colored before, so I did that. I had never had a manicure before, so I did that. I started wearing makeup again.
Ten years ago? Maybe it was a good year, after all.
My “Day 1” of the 366 Days Blog Dare.
Today, I am combining my 30 Days of Truth post with the Bloggy Moms Blog Dare prompt. The prompt is to tell something about what you dreamed of being when you were little and what did you imagine that occupation would be like?
When I was little, I used to dream about being an accountant or a bookkeeper of some type. Not necessarily a CPA, but something along those lines. I really didn’t have a clue what I wanted to be when I was little. I guess I always imagined getting married and being a housewife and having children. When I started going to high school, the idea of being married wasn’t as appealing as trying to make a way for myself and having a career. I took a few accounting courses and found out that I loved it. I didn’t like math or algebra, but I loved crunching numbers in accounting.
I always imagined that I would have the bookish or librarian look with papers all over, trying to match up transactions with receipts and making sure the books balanced. That’s what I like, making sure the books balance. I hate reconciling my bank statement and I’m off by one penny. I have to keep searching until I find it. I can’t sleep until I find the mistake.
I never became an “accountant” but I think I have enough work experience and skills to perform the job now. I just don’t have a degree to go with it.
For the day 2 Truth, I have to admit that one of the things that I love about myself is that I have big dreams. It doesn’t matter if I follow through with them or not, I just like having big dreams. Like being a concert pianist. Wouldn’t that be the coolist? Now I can only hope that maybe my 7 year old will be a famous pianist/composer one day.
I dream of being a handcrafted artist and traveling the US showing my work and making friends from all over who love to do what I do.
I dream of being a stay-at-home mom with no job pressures and no financial worries. I’ll bet you do too. I dream of having a career where I assist in the start of a new small business, more in the capacity of helping them locate an office space, arranging/decorating the office, purchasing supplies, equipment, etc. Now wouldn’t that be fun?
Sometimes I have dreams that stem from frustrations, such as, locations for the girl scouts to meet in our town. Good locations are scarce. It seems that nobody really wants us to meet in their facilities, that includes churches and schools. I dream of owning a building that is large enough to accommodate girl scout activities and individual troop meetings. What a way to give back to my community.
So, like I said, it doesn’t matter if any of these dreams ever become a reality. I just like having them.
Hope your week is coming to a successful end, and that the weekend is nice and warm.
Linky List of participants that I have found.