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Keeping up with the Jones'

Something I forget at times is that each and every one of us have a different path in life. I often wrongly judge people by their accomplishments, placing, or choices; Myself being included in the judging. We are not all meant to do or accomplish things at the same time in our lives. We all experience different things at different times and react in different ways; Those reaction are what take us each down our different paths. Your path is exactly what is right for you, and there is no need to compare your path to anyone else's. Never feel the need to compare your life with others. They are on their path doing their thing, and finding their way. You need to take your path, do your thing and find your own way, to your own pot of gold hopefully.While travelling along that path, always make time to stop and smell the roses, it makes the trip much sweeter.


Who cares about the Jones'? I shouldn't, and neither should you. Who cares if they remodeled their kitchen, bought a vacation home in the Hamptons, or re-sodded their yard? You shouldn't care, they may have just arrived at their destination faster than you did; And that's fine. Your destination may also be different. You may not have a vacation house, you may choose to buy an awesome new car. That's your decision.


Today is the day where I take lust and jealousy out of my vocabulary. I will not lust over material things, no matter who has them, or how great they are. I will not let myself be jealous of these items, even if they get shoved in my face, like some people I know like to do. They are simply not meant to be mine, or my path would have taken me to that location by now.


Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. Right? Yeah, it will, and no matter how jealous, pouty, or angry you get about something, it's still going to be there when you open your eyes.

I have what I have, an am where I am because I've worked for it, and so has my husband. We've worked hard, and I'm proud of that. You should be proud of that for yourself, too. Although, you don't have to listen to me, because I'm just sayin'.

Follow my lead...

A friend of my husband's talked to me about blogging recently. She asked me if I ever thought about doing giveaways, or product reviews. Truth is, I hadn't. The thought had honestly never even crossed my mind. I've been thinking about it on and off for the past month or so, and I've decided I'd like to get into it. I've been picking her brain about doing it, and she said I might be able to get my foot in the door with someone she works with. Her blog is awesome, as one would expect, because she is an awesome person. Check her out. Hopefully I can get this new little venture off the ground.

Now, to get the attention I'll need, I will need more followers I'd imagine. So, if you're a regular reader, please become a 'follower' of my blog. The higher numbers I have, I suppose would make me a better candidate to companies. If I'm not mistaken, I think you need a Gmail account to become a follower; but I could be wrong.

Follow if you like what I'm just sayin'.

Road Warriors

I'm  very rarely in a hurry in the car, I tend to time crunch myself at home, rather than on the road. That being said, I'm still a speeder. So, when I'm going 50 MPH, and you hurry up to pull out in front of me, just to go 30 MPH, it makes me instantly despise you. Why? Are you a terrible judge of speed? Do you lack good depth perception? Or are you just a 'How did you get here' type of person? Either way, you're killing my gas mileage, and giving me grief. Knock it off.

Bad drivers make me nuts, aabsolutely nuts. Really, how did you pass your driver's test? Who am I kidding, you probably don't even have one! What about insurance? No? Yeah, you're right, it's totally too expensive, as well as completely over-rated. Good call. Jerk.

Have you ever noticed when you're at a red light, people pull their car up if the person in front of them does? It's a length of about 6 inches, and it apparently makes all the difference. I think it's such a normal reaction to do it if the person in front of you does it; It's almost the equivalent to a rain dance. I think it makes people think the light will change faster; That, or with the time they've saved by scooting up those 6 inches they feel that they can now stop for a coffee.

Alongside of really noticing that today, I made a decision in another driving area. I decided to never eat in the car again. Why you ask? Because a woman almost hit me today, and that caused me to choke on my taco. I was turning into the target parking lot, and apparently I didn't get out of her way fast enough. She gunned it into the intersection to make her left before my little car had made it all the way out from in front of her car. I gasped, and with that gasp came some rice and beef; Both of which are still in my lungs I think. She then waved her arms at me. Me? You're upset at me? I just had to pull my car over so I could give myself the Heimlich because you scared me so badly. Don't you wave your arms at me, you little troll. The finger had to get me through, because even if I had stopped and gotten out of my car (which I was mad enough to do), it was a good 5 minutes and half a Mountain Dew before I could verbalize anything other then the death gurgle. So, it wouldn't have been that great of screaming match.

I'm sorry I have to be on the road with these people daily; Just sayin'.

All is fair in love and.....

No, not all is fair; Rape and molestation. Not fair. Horrible.

I am blogging with somewhat of a purpose today, because my heart is heavy, and my head is angry. A man I went to grade school with has turned into a pedophile. Great, right? I read about him in the paper a few months back, and was literally nauseated by the story, seen here. Yet, for some reason I've still kept him on my Facebook friends list. I emailed him the day I read the article, and he responded stating it was unfounded, ridiculous, and untrue. What else are you going to say? Admit it via Facebook? Of course not, especially not when you just got out of jail, and your status is about being happy to have your bed back and hot food. Yeah, he's got his priorities straight.

I've thought about this off and on over the past few months, and talked about it on a few occasions with our mutual friends. Although none of us had really kept up with him, because he had gotten a bit weird, our wheels were still turning over his charge report. What in God's name is the matter with him, and anyone else who preys on children. He was a child himself at the time these incidents reportedly occurred. What 14 year old rapes/molests 6 and 9 year old girls?! I cannot wrap my mind around it.

I've found out recently that he is engaged, and his fiancee is pregnant. The baby is a girl. Hopefully, you just cringed the way I did when I found this out. Of course, the parents-to-be are thrilled, and why wouldn't they be? A baby is a blessed occasion. I'm just hoping that the state is keeping tabs on him and his involvement with this blessed occasion until his trial. I'm also hoping they take the baby away from him, because I'm certain the mother is not smart enough to leave. That was made apparent by a bar scene a few days ago. A friend, his once best friend at that, approached him quietly, and inquired about the charges. He flew off the handle and started screaming/yelling obscenities, and his girl jumped in. It looked like they belonged on an episode of cops, and that she should have been barefoot in a front yard. What a sight. Yet, in all of the dramatics, he never once denied anything, never tried to plead his case to his old buddy. He didn't even feed him a line of malarkey and  try to lie his way out of it. He just went berserk. I now pronounce you guilty, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I've attacked him on Facebook over this bar scene, which I really shouldn't have, I know. I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. Not keeping my mouth shut is probably my biggest flaw. That, and I'm beyond nosey. I guess I need to just let it go, because I shouldn't be judging people. That's in God's job description, not mine.

So until I can let it go, or anything else I'm dwelling on; I'll be here ranting. Just sayin'.

Corner to Corner

Have you ever tried to fold a fitted sheet? How far do you get before you're irritated?

As I was putting the laundry away, I came to the fitted sheet. I decided to pause, and Google the exact directions to folding a fitted sheet. As always, Google came to my rescue.

1. Wash and dry your sheets before folding and storing them.
2. Remove sheets from dryer while they are still warm so that they do not wrinkle. If the sheets are already cool, put them back in the dryer with a moist cloth for a couple of minutes.
3. Put your right hand in the right top corner of the sheet, and fold the left top corner of the sheet over your right hand.
4. Keep holding the sheet with your right hand and gather up a bottom corner, folding it over the right hand as well.
5. Take the remaining corner and fold it over your right hand.
6. Fold the sheet into a square, then continue folding in half until you have reached the desired size.

Alright, step number one is completely unnecessary; Unless your a dirty person that is. Also, who needs to be told to dry them before they store them? Isn't that a given? Sadly, I guess it isn't. Now for step number two; Am I the only person who doesn't care if my sheets are a little wrinkly? I am confident enough that the bed police will not be storming my bedroom in a SWAT-like manner; So I will not be putting in extra sheet dedication for the unlikelihood that event will occur. I know, I know; My poor husband sleeps on slightly wrinkled sheets. I'm the worst wife ever.

Now, somewhere in the middle of, or in between steps three and four, I'm annoyed. I don't think I've ever gotten to step five, let alone step six. I usually end up rolling it into a square like oval, and placing it in the linen closet just so. I then place the perfectly folded flat/top sheet on top, to make a nice little lopsided pair.

To anyone who has ever folded a fitted shit properly like those directions state, or to anyone who will after reading those directions; You're amazing and you're a better person than I am.

I don't think I'll ever fold those sheets the right way, and that's okay. I've been with my husband for seven years, and he hasn't complained yet, so I guess I'm in the clear.

I bet Martha Stewart can fold a fitted sheet. Just sayin'.

Exigency & Plight

I feel like those should be the names of the children I'm never going to have. It's just one thing or another, or a crisis entirely.


I feel like a band is breaking up, the gambler is folding, or like I just watched an Olympic runner trip and fall in front of the finish line, but not cross it. I feel immensely disappointed. This part of my life is turning into a circus; I mean it's been a card house for a while, but the wind just picked up. Epic fail.


What is an epic fail you ask?


 Epic Fail -A mistake of such monumental proportions that it requires its own term in order to sucessfully point out the unfathomable shortcomings of an individual or group. Thank you Urban Dictionary.


I feel like as much as I'm involved by association, that I am, and am going to be, watching the upcoming events unfold from a distance. It's like an out of body experience of sorts. There are times that I am in complete disbelief; And I'd like to point out that those times are getting closer and closer together. Is this happening? Do people act like this? Were you not reprimanded as child when you had a tantrum that was completely unfounded? Apparently not; So get out of the fetal position and just do something already. You aren't always going to have a scape goat, so you need to just own up to your personal misfortune.


I wish I could just stick my head  in the sand, or better yet, run around with my hands over my ears yelling 'LALALALALALA' at the top of my lungs. Maybe if I drag one of my feet like I have a club foot they'll feel badly for me, and leave me alone. No? Eh, it works for some people.


It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine) - R.E.M. 


I do feel fine, but I can't deny that I see the mushroom cloud on the horizon. Just sayin'.