WTH (why the hell) Is It So Difficult?

WTH is it so difficult to understand that I don't like leaving dishes in the sink all night? WTH is it so difficult to understand that I don't like putting garbage in the kitchen can without a dayum bag? WTH is it so difficult to understand that I don't like walking into my home and the smell that greets me is not one of cooked food...but rather that of stinky garbage? WTH is it so difficult to understand that procrastination is not acceptable? OMGosh...can we just get it done when we say we are going to? WTH is it so difficult to understand that if I am driving myself to work I would appreciate not having to leave early so that I can STOP and get gas? If you were the last one in the car(last night) and you know that I have to go to work(in the am)...can you not GET GAS on your way home that night? And don't get an attitude with me because I start to wash the dishes(that you said you were going to wash) last night...and don't get mad with me because I roll my eyes at you when you tell me that I need to put gas in the car. WTH is it so difficult to MAN THE HELL UP??? I don't get it....I have two children(12 &3)..not 3 children. Why must I ponder these things from a grown person? Okay...I just needed to vent. I came to work a wee bit upset and I had to get this out of my system before I go home. TTFN

Which One Are You?

I received this in my email today..and thought I would share it:

A young woman went to her mother and told her she was going through some hard times. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them boil for about twenty minutes and then poured each into a separate bowl. Turning to her daughter, she said, "Now tell me what you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother asked her daughter to feel the carrots, which were soft, and the eggs, which were now hard-boiled. Finally, the mother asked her daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled at the rich aroma and silky taste.

"What does it mean?" she asked. Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrots went into the water strong and hard but had become soft and weak. The fragile eggs had hardened. The coffee grounds were another matter altogether. Instead of being changed, they changed the water.

"When adversity knocks on your door, which are you? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?" she asked her daughter.
"Will you be the carrot that seems strong but wilts under the strain of adversity? Or will you be the egg that starts with a malleable spirit? Then tough times – death, a breakup, financial hardship, or some other trial – leave you with a shell that looks the same on the outside. Yet inside you have a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

"Or will you be like the coffee bean? In painful circumstances, will you find a way to change them and make them better? When the hour is the darkest and trials greatest, will you elevate yourself and those around you to another level?"

How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a cup of coffee?

This story is an excellent reminder that the results we get in tough times have more to do with our actions and approach than with the difficult circumstances that we (and our competitors) find ourselves in.

Don't Judge Me...Please

I am sitting here at my desk im-ing with Keelah and my husband...and counting down the minutes until 1pm. That's the time I get off. We are ordering PF Changs for lunch today. I am also contemplating touching base with Mr. Sexy. I only want to have a conversation(lol)...but I feel the need today to talk to him. I don't know why...it is what it is though. Why is it when we have something good we always want to try something different? Don't get me wrong...I love my husband and I have forgiven him for the "proverbial" sin...but I still haven't forgotten. I have to shake the urge to get even. I am praying for strength..and God has answered those prayers...because I have continued to say no. Don't rush to judge me...just pray for me.

Dang You Are Fine...but I'm Married

I have been married for 4 years and we have been together for 5 years and my husband is 7 years younger than I am. Before I met my husband I was kinda fooling' around with a beautiful...beautiful firefighter. However he is15 years younger than I am and I felt he still had a lot of living to do so I had to slowly break it off..and then I met my husband. My dilemma??? The SEXY firefighter has contacted me again and wants to get together. I know you are probably saying...what's the dilemma...you are a married woman...however...Mr. Man is soooooo fine and HOT. And I know that I really shouldn't even have to give this a second thought...but I am. I know that may make me sound like a bad person...but really I'm not. As of now...I have declined 2 invitations from Mr. Sexy...but...you know how you remember when and you think about that SEXY TIGHT BODY...and THOSE SEXY EYES....OH BOY!!! but I'll continue to say no...I Love my husband and he is a wonderful man. Nothing wrong with a little fantasizing. But dude is FINE!

I Have Learned

I have learned that I do not like the age 12. My oldest daughter is 12 and I want to send her away. Seriously...I keep thinking that each day will get better...NOT. Her attitude is awful. I remember puberty and I know that it can be hard...but if she keeps this up I know I'll be spending the next 15 years in an orange jump suit...and orange is not my color.

Nothing is ever good enough...I mean..OMG. We spent an entire week-end that was set up just for her. Saturday we hung out at the movies and the park...all her choice. Sunday she had the opportunity to shadow the Detroit Shock...so we allowed her to invite her god sister to spend the night Saturday. We went to church and left servic early so that we could hit up the mall. We went to the Shock game and bought things for her. Do you want to know what this little hefra had the nerve to ask us when we got home(late that evening)??? Can we go somewhere else and do something else? Can we go to the movies now? My husband and I were like...wth?? Didn't we just spend all kinds of miney on you over the last two days? She then had the nerve to pick up the phone and call her grand-daddy and ask him if he could take her out someplace.

Never satisfied!!! I told her that I will not be one of those parents on Maury talking about.."my teen is out of control" not unless I am on via satellite from my jail cell...and the title of that show would be..."My Mama TriedTo Kill Me Because I Was Out Of Control!"

Whew!!! I just had to get that off my chest.

My week so far has been going pretty good...except for the ear infection and sinus infection. I'll be happy whne I can hear clearly again. TTFN...Val

I Thought I Knew

This is my very first attempt at blogging. My co-worker(Keelah) says that I should do this because I have funny stories. It is true that alot of funny things tend to happen to and around me...however I have also found that laughing has gotten me through some hard times.

Like I though I knew that I could "pop, lock and drop it" and I can...just not without getting hurt. My 12 year old daughter told me.."I bet you can't" and I said"I bet I can and better than you." Well..I did and I beat her at it...I also pulled a muscle in each thigh and had to DJ a party that sam enight in 4" heels while also showing people how to do the Turbo Hustle.

Yep...in pain for quite a few days...by the way I am a 42 year old thick sista and I can still get down with the best of them...however...how in the hell did I think that I could "pop,lock and drop it" with a 12 year old?

I might like this blogging thing after all...we shall see...perhaps I have found a diff way to vent...ttfn