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. 😉

 

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’s 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.

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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.

 

I’m Crabby and I Know It

Writing Challenge Day 17 and 18

What is your Zodiac sign and does it fit? & Name 30 random facts about yourself.

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Crab at Sunset – Photo from Pixabay.com

  1. I am a Cancer, the Crab. Yeah it fits me pretty well, but I am not a big follower of all things Zodiac. I will say that I believe that the day, time of year and stars in the sky may very well speak to who a person is simply because they and we are part of the same creation and cycles. #imcrabby
  2. I am currently 46 years old.
  3. I have 4 grandchildren: Babyman, Dr. Evil, Miss Crazy Pants and The Prom King.
  4. I know how to sew, but it is not something I really love to do.
  5. I would prefer to deal with teenagers over toddlers all day, every day.
  6. Cheesecake is my favorite dessert.
  7. Mr Pibb is my soda of choice.
  8. If I’m drinking alcohol it is probably a margarita.
  9. I just got my first tattoo a few months ago.
  10. I do not eat seafood. It’s mostly a texture thing, but the taste is just as good a reason.
  11. I was born and live in the US.
  12. I hate country music even though I am from the south.
  13. I love to travel. I have been to Canada, Mexico, Zambia, South Africa, Nagaland, India, Swaziland, St Maarten, Grand Cayman, Puerto Rico, Jamaica, St Thomas. #traveltheworld
  14. I am an awful self-motivator. I usually need a deadline to get stuff done.  I’m pretty sure you’d call me lazy.
  15. I hate talking on the phone.
  16. I co-lead a home ministry group. In the past I was part of more traditional churches in many capacities such as a youth pastor, Sunday school teacher, nursery worker, singer in choir/praise team, and member of worship dance team.
  17. I rarely feel like I fit in anywhere.
  18. I love Star Wars (all of it). The Notebook is overrated. I know all of the words to Grease. The Hunger Games books were better than the movies, but I still own them all.
  19. I have a sick and twisted sense of humor. I will laugh if you fall down, and I often giggle at the inappropriate. The last movie I saw was Bad Mom and it was freaking hilarious.
  20. I have a nice collection of female Funko Pop Figures: 3 Leia, Rey, Wonder Woman, 2 Katniss, Michonne, and Daenerys. I have a few men as well: Neo, Rick, Daryl, Tyrion, and a tiny Jon Snow.  #starwars #wonderwoman #thewalkingdead #gameofthrones #thematrix #thehungergames
  21. I like to read fiction novels.
  22. I love my Kindle Paperwhite. It is thin, holds lots of books in a tiny space, has a backlight for night reading and it always saves my place! I can live without the book smell! #ilovemyereader
  23. Avocado makes me gag. #leaveofftheguacamole
  24. I love the beach. I love the water. I love the feeling of the sun on my face. If I could live anywhere, it would be on a coastline!
  25. As I type I am binge-watching Roadies on ShowtimeAnytime.
  26. I love a good medium rare steak.
  27. I own an Xbox One and recently started playing Fallout 4 (my first Fallout game). I also like Tomb Raider and Just Dance is fun to play with my grandkids (or alone lol).
  28. I will cover up with a blanket while watching TV even if it’s hot. I have to cover up to sleep also.
  29. I do not sleep with a fan because I don’t like the wind on my face.
  30. The thing I miss most about being young is going roller-skating all of the time, oh yeah and not being fat, old, and sore. Haha

Well there you have it, 30 random things about me. It is quite a challenge to list oneself in this way, but I hope you enjoyed what you learned.

 

Fly Fly Little Bird

I want to write.

I need to write.

I am without excuses.

All I can do is get up and write again.

Do or do not. There is no try. – Yoda

May the odds be ever in your favor. – Effie

I will press forward, for myself, for others, for sanity.

I refuse to live in the shame of disappointment.

What I am doing today is preparing me for tomorrow.

I will not despise daily living.

I choose to embrace the normal and often mundane, for it is building strength, endurance and character.

I will continue to move forward.

I will take flight.

Yellow Bird on a Branch

Fly fly little bird.

 

A Day in the Life of Nonie

Writing Challenge Day 15 – Bullet point your whole day.

My schedule has not been very interesting in the last few years and I would be sort of embarrassed to have bullet pointed any given day. See I had been a stay at home mom until a couple of years ago when the girls both got married and I became an empty-nester (which sucks, btw).

I also became a hormonal emotional or maybe emotionless blob Continue reading