Cleaning???

You know sometimes you get a wild hair and think I'm gonna clean out the closet or drawers whatever. Then half way through you look around see the total diaster you have created and realize that you don't really feel like cleaning anymore. But somehow you finish look at all your hard work and swear to never let it get messy again knowing in the back of your mind that after a couple of weeks maybe a month you will start to throw stuff in randomly and use it as a catch all once again. Well this wild hair came to me at work today so I decided to clean my office. Now I feel like I work in a 365 day yard sale because of all the broken junk I get to deal with so cleaning sometimes is not easy but I can't stand the disorganization and clutter. So I drafted a helper (thank God for her) and set out to make my office a homey, cozy little nook that I may enjoying spending half my life in. Right on schedule half way through I look around to discover that I have created twice as much work for myself than I had when it was messy. Where to put stuff? Should I throw that away? We might need that someday ( though it's been there for a year and we have never used it). You know all the same stuff you go through when cleaning out the closet. I left work today feeling somewhat defeated knowing that I didn't get everything done and that I was now behind on my everyday duties. Great that will make for a "wonderful" day tomorrow. But I wonder why do we do this whether it back at work or at home? Why are we such horders? Why do we go through all the hard work to clean and then let it get messy again? Is there some trigger in our brains that flip making us forget the effort that we just put forth to completely renovate a space?
But one of the more amazing things is that when you start one of the projects the amount of people that actually stop and say "What are you doing?" Why do people have to ask questions that they already know the answer to? That would be like me asking someone I work with "Why are you wearing khakis and a blue shirt?" (Maybe because it's dresscode) So why would I ask that question? I don't know how many times I have to say this but if people would take 2 seconds to think before they talk we would all save a few breaths and we wouldn't get so many stupid looks or stupid answers from people. If everybody is so worried about the earth and our ozone layer then stop asking stupid questions. I don't have the exact numbers (really not sure if it's even been researched, but it should be) but I'm sure it couldn't hurt.

What makes us happy

We all know what happiness is and what it feels like to be happy but have you ever stopped to think about the things that make you feel that way. While my husband is golfing (something that makes him happy) I sat on the front porch with Brutus (my dog) and thought about what makes me happy and if anyone else ever stops to think about what does the same for them. Of course there are some obvious things that overlap with most people but somethings are unique to us all.
Happiness can come in all shapes, sizes and colors or maybe in no form at all. The love of good friends and family comes at the top of my list. To be able to pick up the phone and have an hour long conversation about nothing and everything at the same time with someone that will listen to your bitch session and take your side no matter if they truely agree or not. To have parents who sometimes overstep their boundries into your life but do it only because they care and want the very best for you. To open the front door after a long day of work to a four legged friend who is always happy to see you and never complains about hearing about your day at work. A bowl of your favorite ice cream that with every bite takes you back to your childhood and floods you with memories that can never be taken away. Those pajama pants that you had for years but everytime you put them on the fit no matter if you've put on or taken 10 pounds. A husband that even when you're not around says nice things about you without thinking twice and meaning every word, then those things getting back to you and remembering why you married him in the first place. The smile of a child, watching them grow and seeing them become a new person everyday. Knowing that when you pull in their driveway or when they see you on the porch that they are excited to see you and don't have to be cause they're not yours but they still just steal your heart with every smile, hug and kiss. Friends that in bad times are right by your side but the rest of the time can piss you off at the drop of a hat. A favorite movie on tv that you've seen 20 times but you still have to watch it when it's on. Waking up in the morning and not wanting to get out of bed because your husband is still in it and just five more minutes of listening to him snore is all you really want. Seeing great friends even if you just saw them yesterday and the day before that, knowing that they are just as happy to see you. Being alive and healthy another day, maybe not rich, maybe not famous, maybe not even that important but to a handful of people but alive.
These may all seem like random things and alot of time I take them for granted but they make me happy, no matter how big or small they are they keep me going and make me, me. Take a few minutes to think about what makes you happy and thank that person or cherish that ice cream and the memories it brings back. The smallest things in life make up the biggest part of you.

The point of marriage

I heard in a movie once that "Being married is being yourself only with someone else". I have come to realize how true that is. I look at my marriage with Jesse (though only 10 months old) and realize how lucky I am. I wonder how many other people would be in a relationship with a "weirdo" like me. I am always dancing around the house with a variety of styles ranging from river dance, to tap, to square dancing, to country line dancing to Jesse's favorite hip hop. None of these am I trained in, but do feel like I have mastered enough to perform them regularly in the kitchen, livingroom, bedroom and on occassion the front porch (my poor neighbors, thank God they are friends). But instead telling me I look stupid or to stop because I'm acting foolish my wonderful husband joins in with some "specialized" moves of his own.
When we are not dancing there is the singing, we love to make up songs using ever tune known to man about topics that most people would never know a song could be created about. I claim that we should be song writers for people like Weird Al ( anyone younger than probably 25 will have no clue who I'm talking about).
In these "special"moments most guys would have turn around and run away or tried to have me commited. But after waiting alomst 30 years I found someone who takes me for me and loves the strangest things about me. Which I'm not sure if that means that he's "special" too or if that just makes me special to him. I wonder when I look at other married or commited couples how many of them have a "married personality" and a "rest of the time personality". That would be miserable for me so thank God I'm just me and someone loves that.
I learned many years ago, way before I heard that quote from a movie that I should never change myself for anyone and that I was speical enough being me that the right person would come along to love just that. Some people had to try many times to find the proper equation, and I looked around for awhile, you could say I rented a few husbands before I found the make, model and year that I was looking for and wanted to buy. I took out the lifetime warranty and the no refund policy is what I hope to follow.
I'm not saying that my marriage is perfect (we all know my husband has flaws, just kidding honey I can from the scratch and dent warehouse myself) but even with the flaws we have we took each other for us, not hoping that we would become someone else. I say to all married, commited or thinking about becoming one of these couples take a good look. Can you be you, in smart and in stupid, in cranky and in delight, in skinny and in fat, can you just be you and your partener love you just as much. Can you dance the electric slide to Hang on Sloopy on your front porch were anyone can see you and they join in instead of bow their head and run inside.

I know it's been awhile

Ok so I know it's been awhile since I blogged last but now that my husband is in the blogging business I thought I'd start up again.
I went today with three great friends to go shopping in the big town of Columbus. I have to wonder why I put myself in these situations sometimes. I work retail and know better to go anywhere where there are people on my day off. I find myself enraged at people no matter their economic status. It amazes me how rude people can be. They act as though they are the only people in the world. Then from the mouth of those same people or people similar to them how rude young people are today. Well no wonder they follow their role models. Would it hurt someone to say excuse me, or I'm sorry for running over your toes with my huge cart loaded down with craft items? These people are business people, that depend on us (the everyday person to keep their lively hood alive and they have no respect for the other individuals they come in contact with. I was raised to treat others the way I want to be treated, say I'm sorry, excuse me, please and thank you. My mother taught me these things along with telling people who are direspectful were to go and get the hell out of the way. My mom taught me in which situations to say which things. But as I looked around today at the people who were running over my toes and knocking me over with their trashcans I thought these people are of the age to be my parents and they are more disrespectful than I ever thought of being. Remember when pointing fingers at the younger generations for all their "faults" remember there are 4 more fingers pointing back at you.
Wow now that is off my cheast things in our house have been pretty smooth sailing for awhile. No overflowing toilets or open freezer doors though I did have a dream that my husband left the door open again and that our wedding cake was ruined. Just a dream thank God. Besides that calm has filled our house for now though I have always believed in the calm before the storm, when it rains it pours so I have my umbrella ready.
I know I have been a blogger slacker but I will do better this go round. See you all in the world of the blog.