Yes. Pause. Pause and take a moment and realize, this is a new you that you need to get to know. You might be different, at least in the short term. You might not recognize the you that you are. But this is you, for now.
And now, well, it's not easy, and it's not fun. And as much as you may not believe this, it's not all about you either. The symptoms suck. Hot flashes, night sweats, brain fog, mood swings, irrationality. As hard as this is for you, remember, your family, spouse, are living through it too, and they are not in it, only you are, they can't begin to know what is happening to you. And they can't begin to know how to help you.
So, pause. Think before you speak (or yell or cry!) and try to help them help you. Be honest, talk about things that are way uncomfortable to talk about. Vaginal dryness, yeah, it's a thing, but it doesn't have to ruin your sex life. No libido, yeah, that's a thing too, but if you're honest, it doesn't have to become a reason for divorce, or even hurt feelings.
Lost control over the latest Folgers home for the holidays commercial, and your idiot brother laugh his ass off at your uncontrollable tears? Pause. Leave the room. Breathe. Regain your composure. And then go out and explain that you are in menopause. (Trust me, with the most insensitive brother around, you will shut him up, because he doesn't really want to talk about your lady parts! And when you're done, well, maybe you will have educated him just a bit)
Your best allies are going to be your family and your friends. So talk to them. Ask for help. Tell them what is happening. And whenever you can, pause. Take a breath, think, then speak. And when you muck it all up and say a whole lot of things you didn't mean. Apologize, ask for forgiveness. And if you've explained it from the beginning, shared what you're going through, it will be a lot easier to ask for forgiveness and get it.
Just Pause.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
Men, Oh, Pause
I'm not saying it's my fault, it's not. But if he suddenly goes out and buys a Mustang, or a Tesla, well, probably has a lot to do with me, or at least my body. Oh, I've not let myself go, I'm kind of psychotic about not letting myself go. However, my body is going. Like it or not, there's pretty much nothing I can do about it.
Here's how it goes. He wants to cuddle, yeah, no, get away, I'm hot. Sleeping? Yeah, we don't really do that because I can't sleep, so he can't sleep, so I can't sleep, well, you get the picture. Text from a friend, yeah, I'm bawling my head off. I don't think my looks have really changed much this year, but I'm also pretty sure I look old as all get out! I pretty much, well, I pretty much don't want to do much. I'd kind of like to just lay around, but fine, laundry, ok, so you have no underwear, I'll get right on that, but damn, just want to lay on the couch. Ouch, no, stay away from that part of my body, why? Because it doesn't matter how damn horny I am, the Sahara desert got nothing on that level of dry, and I don't know how to say "lube" because, well, I don't discuss bodily functions and I don't know how to discuss this one. And no, I have no idea why I just opened the refrigerator, but I guarantee you I"ll remember next week, and whatever I was going to get will be expired. Also, yes, I will build those shelves, because I will feel like I accomplished something, but I have no idea why that doesn't translate to dusting. Nothing in my head makes sense to you, and really, not to me either.
Menopause, as in, Men, Oh, Pause before you speak because we are irrational emotional messes that we have no control over and neither do you and it's ugly and messy and we don't always know what we need, so don't feel badly that you don't either.
Nobody really warned me about any of this. Hot flashes, yes. The rest of it. Nope, no warnings, nothing. I had no idea this was going to affect so many aspects of my life, and the poor dear, my husband's. I had no idea it would ruin our sex life, something we reveled in, previously. Or that I would become so emotional. Or that I wouldn't be able to sleep, hell, it's 3 am and I'm writing this now. I didn't know the hot flashes would be worse at night. I thought I had more time, I didn't know at 45 I'd be dealing with this, I thought I would talk to my gynecologist next year or so to get some info. But this happened before, I'm not going until next week and this has been going on for months already.
So I bitch about it a bit on Facebook only to find that, well, my own damn family hasn't warned me. My Aunt, 20 years my senior, just told me she's STILL having hot flashes! What the fuck? How the hell long does this shit go on and why didn't any of the women in my family ever teach me about this bullshit?! So I get you don't want to share your secret Tamale recipe, but really? You're going to blind side me with this?! Really?
Ok, so I'm not pretending I wanted to have another child. My son is 20 years old. I sure as heck don't have the energy to have a baby. But there is a really a big difference between making a choice and having it taken away from you, because that's what I'm facing. No choice. Darling, sweet, husband of mine, 10 years, 20 years from now, if you decide you really want to be a daddy, well, hell, you got the swimmers to do it. Me? Well, although I have determined that my Play Doh fun factory is closed for business, I won't have the option to reopen it.
Maybe that's why this is so hard. Maybe that's why it's different for men and women. Our choice is taken away, they get to always have the choice (even if it's a seemingly silly one at 70 years old, they still have it). It's a mourning process. Part of me is dying, whether I like it or not, it's dying. I have to say goodbye. Crap. I didn't realize until I typed that, part of me is dying. And so is the rest of me. And this is the beginning of me knowing it, dealing with it, understanding, I am dying. The part of me that could create life is dying, and that means, well, the rest of me is too. Oh, not tomorrow, but, it is.
You poor poor men. You have no idea. No idea. And neither do we. So we're all navigating blind. And I'll try harder to open my lines of communication. Just please understand, it's hard to talk about. Maybe you could read a bit on your own, and maybe be a bit patient. And know I love you and I'm trying, and I'm so so very grateful for all the kindness you show me!
Here's how it goes. He wants to cuddle, yeah, no, get away, I'm hot. Sleeping? Yeah, we don't really do that because I can't sleep, so he can't sleep, so I can't sleep, well, you get the picture. Text from a friend, yeah, I'm bawling my head off. I don't think my looks have really changed much this year, but I'm also pretty sure I look old as all get out! I pretty much, well, I pretty much don't want to do much. I'd kind of like to just lay around, but fine, laundry, ok, so you have no underwear, I'll get right on that, but damn, just want to lay on the couch. Ouch, no, stay away from that part of my body, why? Because it doesn't matter how damn horny I am, the Sahara desert got nothing on that level of dry, and I don't know how to say "lube" because, well, I don't discuss bodily functions and I don't know how to discuss this one. And no, I have no idea why I just opened the refrigerator, but I guarantee you I"ll remember next week, and whatever I was going to get will be expired. Also, yes, I will build those shelves, because I will feel like I accomplished something, but I have no idea why that doesn't translate to dusting. Nothing in my head makes sense to you, and really, not to me either.
Menopause, as in, Men, Oh, Pause before you speak because we are irrational emotional messes that we have no control over and neither do you and it's ugly and messy and we don't always know what we need, so don't feel badly that you don't either.
Nobody really warned me about any of this. Hot flashes, yes. The rest of it. Nope, no warnings, nothing. I had no idea this was going to affect so many aspects of my life, and the poor dear, my husband's. I had no idea it would ruin our sex life, something we reveled in, previously. Or that I would become so emotional. Or that I wouldn't be able to sleep, hell, it's 3 am and I'm writing this now. I didn't know the hot flashes would be worse at night. I thought I had more time, I didn't know at 45 I'd be dealing with this, I thought I would talk to my gynecologist next year or so to get some info. But this happened before, I'm not going until next week and this has been going on for months already.
So I bitch about it a bit on Facebook only to find that, well, my own damn family hasn't warned me. My Aunt, 20 years my senior, just told me she's STILL having hot flashes! What the fuck? How the hell long does this shit go on and why didn't any of the women in my family ever teach me about this bullshit?! So I get you don't want to share your secret Tamale recipe, but really? You're going to blind side me with this?! Really?
Ok, so I'm not pretending I wanted to have another child. My son is 20 years old. I sure as heck don't have the energy to have a baby. But there is a really a big difference between making a choice and having it taken away from you, because that's what I'm facing. No choice. Darling, sweet, husband of mine, 10 years, 20 years from now, if you decide you really want to be a daddy, well, hell, you got the swimmers to do it. Me? Well, although I have determined that my Play Doh fun factory is closed for business, I won't have the option to reopen it.
Maybe that's why this is so hard. Maybe that's why it's different for men and women. Our choice is taken away, they get to always have the choice (even if it's a seemingly silly one at 70 years old, they still have it). It's a mourning process. Part of me is dying, whether I like it or not, it's dying. I have to say goodbye. Crap. I didn't realize until I typed that, part of me is dying. And so is the rest of me. And this is the beginning of me knowing it, dealing with it, understanding, I am dying. The part of me that could create life is dying, and that means, well, the rest of me is too. Oh, not tomorrow, but, it is.
You poor poor men. You have no idea. No idea. And neither do we. So we're all navigating blind. And I'll try harder to open my lines of communication. Just please understand, it's hard to talk about. Maybe you could read a bit on your own, and maybe be a bit patient. And know I love you and I'm trying, and I'm so so very grateful for all the kindness you show me!
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Let's all Christmas shop on Thursday!
Why? Because it's not like there's anything else to do! Don't relax during dinner. Doh have that extra piece of pie. Don't spend this few frustrating minutes with grandma. Go shop. That's a far better way to spend those few moments.
I'm sure the clerk at the gap outlet doesn't want to be with their family either. Who does? Why worry? Grab those deals, get those bargains. That 5 dollar polar fleece is worth more than those 5 minutes with uncle Albert, he'll be there tomorrow. Right? Right?
Please. Spend your holiday at home. Your child can live happily without that whatever toy, but once the moment is gone, it's gone.
East the pie, forget the Patagonia. Play an actual on a board board game, teach your child what a board game is, it's what we called Google play! You can never get these moments back, nether can the Walmart cashier who is making your change after your good awful hour shopping spree.
The thing is, if we don't shop, they will have to find another day for their black Friday, to make their millions, and it won't involve giving up our family time.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
A Letter to my Cousins
My mind is racing tonight, I admit it and ask for your patience. I say goodbye today to my cousin. We've lost her to addiction. But addiction is not what I want to talk about. Plenty of people talk about that, so I'll leave it to them.
I want to talk about my cousin. I have not seen her much since she was a small child, and now she has a small child of her own. I want to tell someone who she was, in my eyes. When I think of her, I don't think of an addict. That's easy for me, I didn't see her in those times.
I think of the woman who always made me feel good about myself, my son, my life. She always had a ready compliment, genuinely felt, honestly meant. She would tell me how pretty she thought I was, how handsome my son is (which I don't get because he's got ears that look like a taxi cab driving with the doors open, but she meant it!), how nice my husband is. Always a smile, a big huge light up a room smile, she had. Always a kind word. In the middle of her demons, in the middle of her fight, she would bolster anyone up. She had time and kindness for everyone. And I'm ashamed I did not have more for her.
I don't have the struggles or the demons she had. But she made a moment for me. Every time I saw her. She was bright and beautiful and kind, living in the middle of darkness. And I'm left wondering. How have I failed? I have a wonderful marriage, a son who's figuring it out, a beautiful home, amazing friends. And, as it always is, it's only now that I will no longer have her positivism, that I actually see it. I am ashamed.
I have not given what I've received. My cousin was an addict, but if you think that means she had no worth or value, you're a moron. She was valuable, she was worthy, she was beautiful.
I just though there would be more time, we always think that, don't we? I thought I'd get around to going out with her and her daughter, maybe they'd come over for a princess day. I'd find time. And now there is none. So, I'm really writing this for all my cousins. (And I've got a ton!) I don't know what time we have. But let's make some. I miss you. We all grew up together, good and bad, but together. I think it's the best way to honor her, be what she was for us. A bright light in the darkness. The next time I invite you to a party, come. The next time you have a free day, give me a call, let's see if we can get to know each other now. Let's not wait. I waited to make time for her, and now she's gone. And there's no time left.
I know some of my cousins lived with her in her darkness. I know that had to be hard. But it doesn't have to be what's left. Let's keep our hearts open to each other, because hers was open. And before you argue, remember, this is how I saw her. I saw her open, and beautiful, and smiling, and wanting to love and wanting to be loved.
Let's be the family she wanted and needed us to be. Let's be the people she wanted and needed us to be. Let's just be family again.
I've been missing my cousin. And now I'll miss her every day. Please don't make me miss the rest of you.
I want to talk about my cousin. I have not seen her much since she was a small child, and now she has a small child of her own. I want to tell someone who she was, in my eyes. When I think of her, I don't think of an addict. That's easy for me, I didn't see her in those times.
I think of the woman who always made me feel good about myself, my son, my life. She always had a ready compliment, genuinely felt, honestly meant. She would tell me how pretty she thought I was, how handsome my son is (which I don't get because he's got ears that look like a taxi cab driving with the doors open, but she meant it!), how nice my husband is. Always a smile, a big huge light up a room smile, she had. Always a kind word. In the middle of her demons, in the middle of her fight, she would bolster anyone up. She had time and kindness for everyone. And I'm ashamed I did not have more for her.
I don't have the struggles or the demons she had. But she made a moment for me. Every time I saw her. She was bright and beautiful and kind, living in the middle of darkness. And I'm left wondering. How have I failed? I have a wonderful marriage, a son who's figuring it out, a beautiful home, amazing friends. And, as it always is, it's only now that I will no longer have her positivism, that I actually see it. I am ashamed.
I have not given what I've received. My cousin was an addict, but if you think that means she had no worth or value, you're a moron. She was valuable, she was worthy, she was beautiful.
I just though there would be more time, we always think that, don't we? I thought I'd get around to going out with her and her daughter, maybe they'd come over for a princess day. I'd find time. And now there is none. So, I'm really writing this for all my cousins. (And I've got a ton!) I don't know what time we have. But let's make some. I miss you. We all grew up together, good and bad, but together. I think it's the best way to honor her, be what she was for us. A bright light in the darkness. The next time I invite you to a party, come. The next time you have a free day, give me a call, let's see if we can get to know each other now. Let's not wait. I waited to make time for her, and now she's gone. And there's no time left.
I know some of my cousins lived with her in her darkness. I know that had to be hard. But it doesn't have to be what's left. Let's keep our hearts open to each other, because hers was open. And before you argue, remember, this is how I saw her. I saw her open, and beautiful, and smiling, and wanting to love and wanting to be loved.
Let's be the family she wanted and needed us to be. Let's be the people she wanted and needed us to be. Let's just be family again.
I've been missing my cousin. And now I'll miss her every day. Please don't make me miss the rest of you.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
The Professional Mourner
Jimmy, Bob, Larry, Ida, Ronnie Baby, Sam, Paulie, Myra, Eleanor, Tom, Joey, Roxie, Cheryl, Mary, Bev, and Connie. These are the names of the people we have lost in the past 76 months. We average a major death and funeral every 4.47 months. The worst part is, I keep thinking I'm missing someone from that list and if I have, I feel terrible. Sometimes it just feels like it never ends.
I recently joked on Facebook that I'm the only person, besides my husband, that I know who goes on vacation and has a funeral to attend while on it, purely by coincidence. I keep wondering when we'll get a break. And I keep thinking, not for a long time. I'm not complaining. I'm here in San Antonio, Brian is at a work conference and I'm "on vacation". My cousin Connie passed away the day we were packing and due to leave for our trip. I got the text message and turned to my husband and said "pack your suit" and grabbed 2 of my summer funeral dresses. He didn't even blink. It's business as usual for us. (Am I the only person I know who has funeral clothes for all seasons at the ready all of the time?) I'm grateful. I came here hoping to see some of my cousins. I saw all of them. We were able to give them two more hugs, two more kisses, two more kind words, two more smiles (and my husband's smile can light up a room!) than they would have had. We were able to give them just a little more love, caring, concern, and support. It's the best thing any of us have to offer.
And maybe that's why now. Together, my husband and I can weather the storms. Together we can find the strength. I could not be this strong without him. I don't know if he'd say the same, I hope so, I hope I give him that. Maybe that's why now. Maybe that's why we met when we did. To support each other so we could support others. It has been a rough 6+ years for many that we love. We have been fortunate enough to be able to be there for them, as they have been there for us.
I had been feeling beaten down by my "professional mourner" status. Now I'm thinking it's a blessing, a gift. To be here, to be steadfast, to be strong, to be able to love my family and friends more than I knew I could. To give them more than I knew I had. And to have it because I have more than I ever thought I would. It's hard and it's no fun. It's reminding me that everything happens for a reason. And our reason is each other. I'm more grateful than I was. More giving than I was. More hopeful than I was.
To all those we've lost, I remember you. I remember the stories I heard about you if I never had the pleasure to meet you. To all those we have, I hold you in my heart and love you dearly. We will be here if you have need of us.
I recently joked on Facebook that I'm the only person, besides my husband, that I know who goes on vacation and has a funeral to attend while on it, purely by coincidence. I keep wondering when we'll get a break. And I keep thinking, not for a long time. I'm not complaining. I'm here in San Antonio, Brian is at a work conference and I'm "on vacation". My cousin Connie passed away the day we were packing and due to leave for our trip. I got the text message and turned to my husband and said "pack your suit" and grabbed 2 of my summer funeral dresses. He didn't even blink. It's business as usual for us. (Am I the only person I know who has funeral clothes for all seasons at the ready all of the time?) I'm grateful. I came here hoping to see some of my cousins. I saw all of them. We were able to give them two more hugs, two more kisses, two more kind words, two more smiles (and my husband's smile can light up a room!) than they would have had. We were able to give them just a little more love, caring, concern, and support. It's the best thing any of us have to offer.
And maybe that's why now. Together, my husband and I can weather the storms. Together we can find the strength. I could not be this strong without him. I don't know if he'd say the same, I hope so, I hope I give him that. Maybe that's why now. Maybe that's why we met when we did. To support each other so we could support others. It has been a rough 6+ years for many that we love. We have been fortunate enough to be able to be there for them, as they have been there for us.
I had been feeling beaten down by my "professional mourner" status. Now I'm thinking it's a blessing, a gift. To be here, to be steadfast, to be strong, to be able to love my family and friends more than I knew I could. To give them more than I knew I had. And to have it because I have more than I ever thought I would. It's hard and it's no fun. It's reminding me that everything happens for a reason. And our reason is each other. I'm more grateful than I was. More giving than I was. More hopeful than I was.
To all those we've lost, I remember you. I remember the stories I heard about you if I never had the pleasure to meet you. To all those we have, I hold you in my heart and love you dearly. We will be here if you have need of us.
Monday, September 28, 2015
3 Inches Up!
That's where the world is happening, folks, 3 inches up. Look up from your damn phone, iPad, laptop, what the hell ever! The world and the people around you are 3 inches up.
We, as adults, keep blaming the kids, but it's not just them. It's us. I'm just shocked and disgusted. This weekend has been an awful eye opener, and it just keeps getting worse. I watched an adult friend sit on the porch with me, and Facebook. This is one of my dearest dearest friends who I see once every year or two. Here we are, having coffee on my front porch, and he's Facebooking. At one point we were sitting there, I had no phone and no laptop. When I commented that it was strange to sit on my porch with no electronics, he offered to get his iPad for me. Really? How about a conversation? Maybe one that doesn't involve videos, or pictures on a phone or reading me what some person I don't know said to you on Facebook? I watched him interact with my son, and that's how they communicated, showing each other videos, pictures, interwebs. What the hell is going on? We can't just sit and talk? We can't rehash old memories or bring each other up to date? Is the sole interaction in my life going to be what you put on Facebook? You can't tell me something? A story? Catch me up on our mutual friends? Remember, like we used to? AND YES, I'm calling you out on my blog! I'm not telling you to your face because apparently if it's not electronic, it's not worth knowing, hearing, learning, whatever!
Why is it more important to let the 500 people you're "friends" with, most of whom you don't even really know or socialize with in real life, it's more important to tell them that you're at Six Penn eating the best Pork Loin EVER, instead of the person sitting across the table from you, who may or may not be buying you that pork loin? Or after a show, you've got to post your review on Facebook instead of discussing it with the person who sat next to you through the whole damn thing? What the hell? Here's my take, I just dropped a ton of money on this evening, and you're more worried about telling some person you haven't seen in 17 years that cocktails at Meat & Potatoes are amazing? WTF, seriously? I just dropped a bill and you don't want to fuss over me? F that! AND BTW, I'm pointing out all the abbreviations I'm using! See next paragraph.
No wonder this country is filled with ADD. No one can pay attention to a damn thing for more than 2 seconds. Or even read a whole damn word! (If you've gotten this far into this blog, congratufricklations!) Hell, apparently that's what Snapchat is. Not only is it just a picture with a caption, I only get how many seconds to look at it and then it's gone? Why? WTF? WTF? Why? Why? Why can I only see it once? Why is there a time limit? Why is there no time to enjoy, think, reflect? WTH? I'm not supposed to think? I'm not supposed to reflect? I'm not supposed to revisit? Holy hell. Every thing is short term and disposal, even thoughts. This is just stupid.
An now I'm sitting here, our friend is moving, we won't see him much at all. 3 times this evening I've been interrupted in conversation for someone to show someone something on their phone. What the hell? And it's not just me, they've been interrupting each other. And the worst part is that once they interrupt to show this most important damn phone picture or video, I'm the only one who seems to remember that someone hasn't finished what they were telling me about and now I'm never ever going to hear how the story ends.
Here's what I'm saying, this is bullshit. Put your goddamned phones down. Don't rely on the goddamned interwebs to provide conversation and stories for yourself. You're a person, you have a life, things happen every day! Seriously, I don't give a shit about pets and babies, but I'd much rather hear what your cat did than damned grumpy cat! Believe it or not, your cat is more interesting to me and I don't find cats all that interesting, and I HAVE one!
Put the damn phone down for Christ's sake! Connect with your people, believe it or not, they want to connect with you. And hell, if they don't, I do. I want to connect. I want to hear about you. And this is coming from someone who doesn't always get social cues! I FINALLY get that I have to listen more and learn what the hell you people are about and right when I do, you all are addicted to your damn phones! How am I ever supposed to learn? I'm trying. I'm really trying. If you would all only look up 3 inches, I'd have a better shot. I might get to be a part of all of you instead of always feeling I'm on the outside looking in. No wonder all these kids are being diagnosed with some form of autism or another, how can you learn to connect with people when all the people are only connected to electronics?
We, as adults, keep blaming the kids, but it's not just them. It's us. I'm just shocked and disgusted. This weekend has been an awful eye opener, and it just keeps getting worse. I watched an adult friend sit on the porch with me, and Facebook. This is one of my dearest dearest friends who I see once every year or two. Here we are, having coffee on my front porch, and he's Facebooking. At one point we were sitting there, I had no phone and no laptop. When I commented that it was strange to sit on my porch with no electronics, he offered to get his iPad for me. Really? How about a conversation? Maybe one that doesn't involve videos, or pictures on a phone or reading me what some person I don't know said to you on Facebook? I watched him interact with my son, and that's how they communicated, showing each other videos, pictures, interwebs. What the hell is going on? We can't just sit and talk? We can't rehash old memories or bring each other up to date? Is the sole interaction in my life going to be what you put on Facebook? You can't tell me something? A story? Catch me up on our mutual friends? Remember, like we used to? AND YES, I'm calling you out on my blog! I'm not telling you to your face because apparently if it's not electronic, it's not worth knowing, hearing, learning, whatever!
Why is it more important to let the 500 people you're "friends" with, most of whom you don't even really know or socialize with in real life, it's more important to tell them that you're at Six Penn eating the best Pork Loin EVER, instead of the person sitting across the table from you, who may or may not be buying you that pork loin? Or after a show, you've got to post your review on Facebook instead of discussing it with the person who sat next to you through the whole damn thing? What the hell? Here's my take, I just dropped a ton of money on this evening, and you're more worried about telling some person you haven't seen in 17 years that cocktails at Meat & Potatoes are amazing? WTF, seriously? I just dropped a bill and you don't want to fuss over me? F that! AND BTW, I'm pointing out all the abbreviations I'm using! See next paragraph.
No wonder this country is filled with ADD. No one can pay attention to a damn thing for more than 2 seconds. Or even read a whole damn word! (If you've gotten this far into this blog, congratufricklations!) Hell, apparently that's what Snapchat is. Not only is it just a picture with a caption, I only get how many seconds to look at it and then it's gone? Why? WTF? WTF? Why? Why? Why can I only see it once? Why is there a time limit? Why is there no time to enjoy, think, reflect? WTH? I'm not supposed to think? I'm not supposed to reflect? I'm not supposed to revisit? Holy hell. Every thing is short term and disposal, even thoughts. This is just stupid.
An now I'm sitting here, our friend is moving, we won't see him much at all. 3 times this evening I've been interrupted in conversation for someone to show someone something on their phone. What the hell? And it's not just me, they've been interrupting each other. And the worst part is that once they interrupt to show this most important damn phone picture or video, I'm the only one who seems to remember that someone hasn't finished what they were telling me about and now I'm never ever going to hear how the story ends.
Here's what I'm saying, this is bullshit. Put your goddamned phones down. Don't rely on the goddamned interwebs to provide conversation and stories for yourself. You're a person, you have a life, things happen every day! Seriously, I don't give a shit about pets and babies, but I'd much rather hear what your cat did than damned grumpy cat! Believe it or not, your cat is more interesting to me and I don't find cats all that interesting, and I HAVE one!
Put the damn phone down for Christ's sake! Connect with your people, believe it or not, they want to connect with you. And hell, if they don't, I do. I want to connect. I want to hear about you. And this is coming from someone who doesn't always get social cues! I FINALLY get that I have to listen more and learn what the hell you people are about and right when I do, you all are addicted to your damn phones! How am I ever supposed to learn? I'm trying. I'm really trying. If you would all only look up 3 inches, I'd have a better shot. I might get to be a part of all of you instead of always feeling I'm on the outside looking in. No wonder all these kids are being diagnosed with some form of autism or another, how can you learn to connect with people when all the people are only connected to electronics?
Monday, January 26, 2015
I keep My Light On
My front light that it is. It has a blue ribbon on it. You see, some time before Christmas someone put something on Facebook about putting a blue ribbon out to let the police force know you support them and are thinking about them during the holiday season. I put the ribbon up, I turned my light on. But you see, the thing is, they're always out there, they're always looking out for us, they're always away from their families.
So, the light is on, the ribbon is up. It will stay on and it will stay up, until I find a bigger ribbon for them. Maybe we don't want to forget them. Hmmmmm, maybe I add a yellow ribbon too. Anybody have any other ribbons I need to add? Because I will. Seems like such a small thing to do to say thank you to those who serve.
That is all. Just think about it. Maybe you want to say thank you.
So, the light is on, the ribbon is up. It will stay on and it will stay up, until I find a bigger ribbon for them. Maybe we don't want to forget them. Hmmmmm, maybe I add a yellow ribbon too. Anybody have any other ribbons I need to add? Because I will. Seems like such a small thing to do to say thank you to those who serve.
That is all. Just think about it. Maybe you want to say thank you.
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