Lazy Lies

I’ve spent a majority of my life believing I’m lazy, and yet I had a hard time resting today.

How does that make any sense?

See, I keep 3 of my grandchildren 4 days a week. My other 2 (soon to be 3) grandchildren were here over the weekend as well with my daughter. Sunday, we had a family dinner with 11 of us, where I cooked and then cleaned everything up. Plus when the grands are here, they rarely go to their mama or daddy for anything; they come to their Nonie. ūüôā

I’m not looking for sympathy; my life is my own. I just say all of that to make a point; I have been busy and feel like I’m on the verge of getting sick. #ColdandFluSeason My immune system is working overtime, and I need to slow down before it crashes.

No one was in my house today, and I needed to rest.

That has proven harder than I believe it should.

How can that be? I’m lazy, remember?

So here’s the thing, as I’ve been busy lately, I’ve been thinking about this belief I have that I am lazy. The evidence has started to point out that perhaps the belief is a lie.

I could tell you my father once told my brother and others I got laid off from a job because I was lazy. I could tell you my husband spent years implying I was lazy because I didn’t do things on his timeline. I could tell you about all the school moms who thought I was lazy because I was a stay-at-home mom. I won’t even though I kind of just did.

I got left with the understanding that it was simply fact; I am lazy.

BUThere’s the truth:

It does not matter what others believed or said about me. It matters what I believe about me.

Truths:

*I take care of people, grocery shop, cook food, and my house is relatively clean. That’s not the way of a lazy person.

*I like to play video games but rarely do because I’m afraid I’ll get lost playing all day/all week and not get anything done. That’s not a lazy person’s mentality.

*I repair, change, and rearrange things in my house regularly so it doesn’t get out of hand or boring. That’s not something a lazy person does.

*I had a hard time resting today. A lazy person does not have to make themselves rest.

But I did have to make myself, because I am in need of rest.

That is not laziness.

I will not feel guilty.

I do not have to make excuses about why it was necessary.

Tomorrow is a new day.

I will no longer believe an old lie.

#DoNotBelieveOldLies #LazyLies

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Random Thought About Learning

If one learns a skill using tutorials via YouTube, Pinterest, etc., then is one truly self taught?

#LearningToCrochet #LearningToKnit

Crochet Practice – Please don’t judge, I’m new at this.

People are putting their hard earned time into writing and/or filming tutorials. It seems awfully haughty to act like if one doesn’t use an in person, face to face teacher, then whatever is learned is ultimately self taught. Whether one hires an individual or uses a tutorial, work must be put into the skill by both the learner and the teacher regardless of the forum in which learning and teaching take place. So unless one sits down and hammers out the learning without any outside instruction, then I do not believe it is a case of being self taught.

#JustMyOpinion #GiveCreditWhereCreditIsDue #GoLearnSomethingNew

BTW crochetspot.com and anniescatalog.com are my go-to’s for tutorials right now.

Oh yeah and this makes reason #6 I am boring. Nothing says boring like a 47 year old grandmother learning to crochet. ūüėÄ

The Lost Package of Maturity

Have you ever had a package get lost?

I have.

Today. My package was not on my front porch, even though UPS and Amazon said it was. I got frustrated and I felt a little crazy. I looked everywhere they’ve ever left a package. Nothing.

I called 1-800-PICK-UPS. I had to talk to a faux sympathetic automatic operator. I found myself using a tone with “her”. I suddenly thought “calm down, it’s not the end of the world, and you don’t have to be rude when a representative comes on the line.”

I took a deep breath and changed my attitude. The woman I talked to was very helpful. Cath, I believe was her name. Within a relatively short time, about 30 minutes, she’d contacted my local UPS, they contacted me and the driver, and now he was going to call me.

He didn’t.

No, instead he went and got my package from where ever he accidentally delivered it and brought it to me. He’d read the number wrong. He apologized. I got my package.

The whole process too about half an hour. I could have gotten more upset. I could have stomped around, left bad reviews everywhere, and posted all about it on social media.

Instead I acted like a grown up.

I made a choice to handle my business before losing my cool. That’s what maturity does. It’s not because I’m 47 that I can do this. Anyone can exercise self control over their emotions and attitudes. Trust me, I have plenty of emotions right now. I’m peri-menopausal along with some other personal issues that keep me on edge.

I chose to not act impetuous, hostile, or immature. I chose to remain calm, polite, and mature. You can too.

Perhaps you’re asking, “why would anyone get upset over a silly package?”. Well have you been online lately? People everywhere seem to be upset about everything, from the simplest to the greatest of reasons. It’s hard to tell what’s truly important because of all the yelling, complaining, and name-calling. And quite honestly if you spend money on an item, and it doesn’t get delivered, well that’s just wrong.

If you have a bad experience and things simply get handled badly, then by all means leave a bad review… in the proper place.

First though, consider whether or not you handled things badly to start with. Did you handle things at all, or did you jump the gun and rush to the internet to complain about something that was fixable? Too often we react instead of act. Anger and frustration have become our default settings in today’s world; therefore, anytime a thing happens we fly off the handle in a rage, or fall into a pit of despair.

These things ought not be.

So next time someone loses your package, ask yourself ” is getting upset over this worth my sanity, peace, or maturity?”. My guess is that if you’re honest the answer will be “no”.

Is Rey As Boring As Me?

Reason #31 I am boring…

Halloween 2016 Rey

Feast your eyes on this masterpiece. I¬†dressed up¬†as Rey from Star Wars: The¬†Force Awakens for Halloween last year. I fabricated most of what you see in the¬†picture. I¬†will say I was pretty proud of myself when it all came together! As I walked around my neighborhood with my grandbabies trick-or-treating, every kid who saw me yelled “Rey” or “May the force be with you”. It was super satisfying to have done a good enough job to be recognizable.

In my home we spent a lot of years not celebrating Halloween, but that’s a story for another time. I have come to a place where celebrating and dressing up is simply done in fun and is not hurting anyone; therefore, I have fully embraced it. This is¬†the second year I went full tilt with a costume, and it earned me a 2nd win at our Halloween party for best costume.

Pretty boring huh?!

We plan to have a party again this year and I am already trying to decide on a costume. Perhaps¬†I can be a little less boring this next October. ūüėČ

 

Three Little Birds … In My Garage

Do you believe in signs? Do you believe God talks to us, sending little or maybe not so little messages?

I do.

I do because it has happened a lot in my lifetime.

Tonight I came home, opened my garage door, and pulled my van in just like normal. Tonight though, there was a bird flying around in the garage, bumping into the walls because the noise of the garage door and my engine were probably a tiny bit overwhelming. As I parked, I realized there was also a second bird, and by the time I got out, there was in fact a third bird which flew just inside the door of the van onto the floor.

Three little birds… in my garage.

I swooshed the one out of the van, and then spent the next 15 or 20 minutes trying to get all of them outside, gently with a broom,¬†because I did not want them to be trapped.¬†Once they were all safely outside, I closed the garage door and went into the house. I walked to the kitchen sink to wash my hands, and wondered what in the world were three little birds doing in my garage? That’s when¬†the obvious¬†hit me… three little birds!

They were there to tell me not to worry ’cause every little thing is gonna be alright.

I could not help but to chuckle at the somewhat absurdity of the whole thing. What a wonderful and comical God that cares so much to send three little birds to my garage with a message, and in a moment I really needed to be reminded that things are going to be alright.

Tonight I am sharing this with you, I’m sharing those three little birds, so you too will know not to worry ’cause every little thing is gonna be alright for you too!

 

Three Little Birds – by Bob Marley – 1977

Rise up this mornin’
Smiled with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying’, (this is my message to you)
Singing’ don’t worry ’bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing’ don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright

Lazy – Reason #1- to Being Boring

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I found this sign in St. Thomas at Senor Frogs. It is one of my favorite finds from my cruise last February. I think the grammar is weird, but I am willing to forgive that because of the humor and truth this sign exudes.

What is lazy? Oxford says it is an unwillingness to work or use energy. I tend to consider myself lazy,¬†which is another one of the reasons I am boring. Maybe it’s because I have interpreted things others have said about me to mean such, or maybe it is just because I am.

I don’t know.

Where is the line? Who decides?

The house is clean. The dishes get done. Eventually the clothes get folded.

My laziness seems to pop up when it comes to extra stuff… this blog, random projects, going to the gym, etc.. I just don’t have the motivation, when I am home, to do anything other than the necessary.

I can go on vacation, and I want to do all the things. I will walk all over the place, shop ’till I drop, swim, work out, and play from sun-up to well past sun-down. But once¬†I am back at home, forget it. I am right back to being lazy old me.

I know , I can just hear you now, “Make a to-do list. Prioritize your schedule. Take Vitamin D. Just get up off your butt.” There are probably a million other pieces of advice, and hey, go ahead,¬†give it your best shot. I’m pretty sure I¬†have tried it all.

The reality is, I will do the stuff when I am ready to or when it becomes necessary. That is just me. So I guess Oxford is right, lazy is about unwillingness. I do not possess the will until I have to, and that is just going to have to be okay for now.

Thanks for helping me work that out.

Now I can go think of some more things that make me boring…or maybe I’ll just do that¬†later.

 

 

The Early Bird Can Have the Worms for All I Care

I am a night owl. I enjoy staying up late and then sleeping until I feel like getting out of bed even if that is late morning. I was designed that way. I am not broken. I am not irresponsible. If something calls for my having to be up early, then I adjust accordingly.

I do not normally give this much thought, except when others bring it up or I run into a situation that does not appear to be a societal norm. This last weekend fell into the latter category.

My oldest, her husband, and their boys (Babyman [4] and Dr. Evil [almost 2]) came to stay at my house for a family event. This is a regular occurrence.

The grandboys do not like to sleep in, no matter what time they go to sleep at night. That reality means others do not get to sleep in either. I am not among them. I have very little problem rolling over and going back to sleep when I realize they are up before I want to be.

*Gasp*

Yeah, yeah I heard that.

Here is the thing, the house I live in, my daughter once lived in as well. This was once her home. In fact she met her husband while it was her home, and he has spent more than his fair share of time here. They are at home here. They do not need me to host them.

We seem to, as a society expect the “woman of the house” to always be playing the consummate hostess, no matter the guest. You know what I thing about that?

Forget that noise.

My kids are grown. They know how to take care of themselves. They know where I keep the bagels and the coffee. They know how to work the TV and most anything else they could need. Why do they need me to get my grumpy butt out of bed to take care of them?

They don’t.

So you know what? When the guilt of my defying the societal norm of being the perfect hostess/mother/grandmother comes to taunt me in the early hours of the morning, backed by the voices of my grandboys, I am simply going to pull my eye-mask back down over my eyes, my covers over my head, and nuzzle my pillow until I am fast asleep, guilt free, because I will not be limited to some silly rule that was made up by some judgmental early bird who apparently likes worms.

PS. This is why I am boring reason #8.

 

Reasons I Am Boring

I am boring…

I’ve been thinking about why writing this blog is so difficult for me, and I¬†have decided¬†it‚Äôs because I am boring. No one wants to read anything I (Nonie) want to talk about.

It is not a mystery to me that I have a rough time believing in myself. I often tell those around me that I am boring, irrelevant, and invisible.

They* want to punch me in the head for saying so. They vehemently disagree with my assessment of myself. They think I should take a better look at me.

Here is the problem; for every argument they make Continue reading

Panties, Pockets, Small Talk, & Motivation

Do you have things in your life that annoy you or, at the very least, leave you filled with questions?

Of course you do!

I have a few that come to mind:

  1. Panties. Who¬†is the idiot that¬†designed the cotton liner in women’s panties? The thing is too dang small. Hello, I have a booty, and that causes the cotton liner to not reach as far forward as it should (I could be a lot more descriptive here, but if you don’t know then you probably do not need to unless you are said idiot. And¬†if you do know then I am preaching to the choir). I am not the only one. In fact I would venture to say that more women have this problem than do not; hence, the sale of pantyliners. It really is a bad design panty¬†people! Get your act together, make that little extra piece of cotton do its job by making it just a little longer in the front!!!
  2. Pockets. Ok so here is another idiotic design issue in women’s clothes. What is the point of a fake pocket? It is either a pocket or it is not. Give us real pockets. I am not going to stop buying purses if you put actual pockets in my pants.¬†And do not think you are fooling anyone with those¬†sad little half pockets that aren’t even deep enough for my fingers. WE want real pockets in the front so we can put our hands in them, or our phone, or whatever.
  3. Small/Repetitive Talk. Alright, here is the thing, I have people in my life who ask me the same questions every time I see them. I am not talking about “how are you doing? what have you been up to?” kinds of questions. I mean questions they honestly know the answers to but ask anyway because they have no idea what else to talk about with me. I have spent a lot of time in my life thinking something was wrong with me because¬†of this phenomenon, but I have other people that I see less/more who do not have any problem finding things of value to talk about with me. I am not the most interesting/talented/intelligent person in the world but I have a brain and stuff that rumbles around in it. I can hold a conversation about most things, simply because I love to learn about new things and enjoy discovering where people are coming from with their own thoughts, opinions, and ideas. I do not; however, enjoy small or repetitive talk.
  4. Motivation. I simply do not understand why I get motivated to do¬†a “thing”¬†at¬†midnight or on a day when I am committed to do something else. It does not matter what it is, motivation will strike only at the most inopportune time. It’s ridiculous. I am sure someone will tell me it is because I lack discipline, and they are probably right, to a degree. That still would not fully explain this conundrum. I have had this issue for as long as I can remember, and it has only gotten worse with age. At least now¬†while¬†browsing¬†the internet/Pinterest I¬†run across¬†memes that tell me I am not alone in my plight. Oh that someone could solve this annoying mystery.

There you have it, a peak inside my mind, a small window into the room of things that I question. By the way, it is a mighty big room.

#thisismeisthatyou

Trampoline O’ Success

Sometimes I feel like a trampoline.

Because of who I am, people¬†regularly¬†“leap”¬†from my support straight into their success. I do not think this is a bad thing, per se, but it often leaves me wondering “where is my trampoline¬†o’ success?” or at the very least “where is the credit for catapulting them forward?”. Oh that sounds self-centered, doesn’t it?! So sue me, I am being honest. We all want and need acknowledgment.

I cannot and will not change who I am in¬†the very depths of my being. I simply won’t. I will continue to support, encourage, uplift, challenge, grow and bounce others into who they are meant to be. That is who I am. Period.

In a lot of ways, that is my success, though often a silent one.

I am not complaining, just thinking via keyboard, and I am sorry but my springs sometimes get a little tired and squeaky.

 

The Point:

If you have a trampoline in your life, someone who perhaps has been more instrumental in your successes than you realized, make sure they know how much you appreciate them. There are heights you simply could not have reached without the leverage they have given you, and they need to be reminded of that fact. It will be like oil to their tired, squeaky springs and maybe just maybe will put an even higher bounce in play for your next leap to success.