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The Love Dare – Day Four – My Experience

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Day Four: Love is thoughtful. Contact your spouse sometime during the business of the day. Have no agenda other than asking how he/she is doing and if there is anything you could do for them. What did you learn about yourself or your spouse by doing this today? How could this become a more natural, routine, and genuinely helpful part of your lifestyle?

From The Love Dare book:

¤¤¤ Love thinks. It’s not a mindless feeling that rides on waves of emotion and falls asleep mentally. It keeps busy in thought, knowing that loving thoughts precede loving actions.

When you first fell in love, being thoughtful came quite naturally. You spent hours dreaming of what your loved one looked like, wondering what he or she was doing, rehearsing impressive things to say, then enjoying sweet memories of the time you spent together. You honestly confessed, ” I can’t stop thinking about you.”

But for most couples, things begin to change after marriage. The wife finally has her man, the husband has his trophy. The hunt is over and the pursuing done. Sparks of romance slowly burn into grey embers, and the motivation for thoughtfulness cools. You drift into focusing on your job, your friends, your problems, your personal desires, yourself. After a while, you unintentionally begin to ignore the needs of your mate.

Let’s be honest. Men struggle with thoughtfulness more than women. A man can focus like a laser on one thing and forget the rest of the world. Whereas this can benefit him in that one arena, it can make him overlook other things that need his attention.

A woman, on the other hand, is more multi-conscious, able to maintain an amazing awareness of many factors at once. She can talk on the phone, cook, know where the kids are in the house, and wonder why her husband isn’t helping … all simultaneously. Adding to this, a woman also thinks relationally. When she works on something, she is cognizant of all the people who are somehow connected to it.

If a couple doesn’t understand this about one another, the falllout can result in endless disagreements. He’s frustrated wondering why she speaks in riddles and doesn’t come out and say things. She’s frustrated wondering why he’s so inconsiderate and doesn’t add two and two together and just figure it out.

Love requires thoughtfulness – on both sides – the kind that builds bridges through the constructive combination of patience, kindness, and selflessness. Love teaches you how to meet in the middle, to respect and appreciate how your spouse uniquely thinks.

But too often you become angry and frustrated instead, following the destructive pattern of “ready, shoot, aim.” You speak harshly now and determine later if you should have said it. But the thoughtful nature of love teaches you to engage your mind before engaging your lips. Love thinks before speaking. It filters words through a grid of truth and kindness.¤¤¤

***My Experience***

And just think, this only touches on the fundamental differences between men and women because no matter how hard society tries to make both sexes equal in every way, the more it’s apparent they are not, nor will ever be, the same – males and females are completely and utterly different.

That is the way they were created. And that is the way they will remain.

It’s a natural fact. And the sooner people stop fighting that fundamental difference, the happier they will become.

Ladies, men really do think linearly. Gentlemen, ladies really do over-think situations – it’s just how the genders are programmed.

There’s no use denying it. It doesn’t matter how many times we try and change that fact, the deal is – that’s the way it is.

So, given that information, isn’t it time we accept the differences and make allowances for them? I’m not saying this difference is an excuse to shirk personal responsibilities or not give 110% to the relationship, but the sooner we take these differences into account, the sooner we can adjust our thinking, and behavior, and make our marriages stronger.

It took me a long, long, LONG time to accept the fact that my husband has specific emotional and physical needs.

A long time.

I fought those needs for years. And I think I largely fought them because they interfered with MY activities, MY moods, MY time, or … whatever else you want to throw in there.

Because once again, OUR marriage was about ME.

Or so I fooled myself into thinking for years and years.

Think how much time I wasted by simply being selfish and stubborn. Once I accepted his … maleness, things began to settle for me. We started having more good days than bad. I chilled, to put it bluntly. And once I chilled, he relaxed. And once I became more thoughtful, patient, kind and understanding, he did as well. He started “living” with me as opposed to simply “existing” with me.

Suddenly, our marriage had substance. It was fulfilling. It was satisfying and most of all? It became FUN once again.

Not to make anyone roll their eyes or anything, but honestly, Kevin and I communicate several times a day. We send sweet, flirty emails back and forth. Either I call him to see how his day is going, or he calls me to see what I’m up to. We’ve done this for so long now, I can’t remember a time we DIDN’T do this.

I realize not everyone has the freedom during their day to communicate on a daily basis, but making that effort, especially when you don’t have time, carries even more weight with your spouse. Because he/she KNOWS, you took time out of your busy schedule to make room for him/her.

Oh sure, there were (are) times I felt squeezed and a bit suffocated by all the attention.

I’m weird, I suppose. I NEED my space from time-to-time. But whenever that has happened (or happens), I simply tell Kevin that we need to stop the lovey-dovey stuff for a bit because I’m feeling impatient/claustrophobic/stressed … whatever. I don’t simply pull back and start acting like a cold fish thereby confusing and hurting him – I TELL the man what’s going on in my head.

And he returns the favor.

We have learned to embrace our differences.

Relationships

The Love Dare – Day Three – My Experience

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Day Three: Love is not selfish. Whatever you put your time, energy, and money into will become more important to you. It’s hard to care for something you are not investing in. Along with restraining from negative comments, buy your spouse something that says, “I was thinking of you today.” What did you choose to give your spouse? What happened when you gave it?”

From The Love Dare book:

¤¤¤ We live in a world that is enamored with “self.” The culture around us teaches us to focus on our appearance, feelings, and personal desires as top priority. The goal, it seems, is to chase the highest level of happiness possible. The danger of this kind of thinking, however, becomes painfully apparent once inside a marriage relationship.

If there were ever a word that basically means the opposite of love, it is selfishness. Unfortunately, it is something that is ingrained into every person from birth. You can see it in the way young children act, and often in the way adults mistreat one another. Almost every sinful action ever committed can be traced back to a selfish motive. It is a trait we hate in other people but justify in ourselves. Yet you cannot point out the many ways your spouse is selfish without admitting that you can be selfish too. That would be hypocritical.

Nobody knows you as well as your spouse. And that means no one will be quicker to recognize a change when you deliberately start sacrificing your wants and wishes to make sure his or needs are met.

If you find it hard to sacrifice your own desires to benefit your spouse, then you may have a deeper problem with selfishness than you want to admit.

Ask yourself these questions:

1. Do I truly want what’s best for my husband or wife?
2. Do I want them to feel loved by me?
3. Do they believe I have their best interests in mind?
4. Do they see me as looking out for myself first? ¤¤¤

***My Experience***

I will be the first to admit – I’m a selfish person.

I am. I used to be really bad, but I’m mellowing with age.

I would find myself getting so angry whenever Kevin asked me to join him in something, or he wanted my attention at a given time and I wasn’t ready to give it to him. Granted, he can’t expect me to drop something I’m in the middle of and he’s learning to be patient in that respect, but overall, I would get so annoyed with him (and the boys) whenever they asked me to do something that took me away from MY activities.

Wah. I was such a selfish brat. (And still am, to a large extent).

I still find myself getting impatient. And I still berate myself about my selfish tendencies. It’s hard to de-program yourself from the assumption that the world revolves around YOU. Society has beat it into our heads that “we DESERVE” so many things – perfect marriages, brilliant children, creature comforts, superior houses, impressive cars … blahblahblah.

Which may be true, but not at the expense of those around us. And we certainly don’t have the right to step on toes, or take advantage of those close to us, in order to reach that life trophy.

And this is where I think the feminist movement has actually hurt women. Sure, it’s important that we be treated as equals, that we get paid the same as a man (IF we’re doing the same amount of work as our male counterparts – I certainly don’t think it’s fair for a woman to be paid more simply because she’s female), to have the same rights and privileges, BUT, I think we have been so focused on making that happen that we’ve actually hurt ourselves in the process.

Now females are so determined to be the best, to have an advantage, to be heard and respected, that the opposite is actually happening; we’re being heard all right, but is it the message we want to project?

Our gender has become the aggressor, and though I certainly have no desire to go back to the days when women dressed up and wore lipstick to clean house (*shudder*), I think a little humility is required here.

I think releasing our selfish tendencies might be one of the hardest things to master in a relationship. Love is not about taking, it’s about giving, willingly and without expectations for rewards.

I’m afraid I failed this lesson today. I simply could not think of something small to buy Kevin. I haven’t given up, there’s still today, but it bothers me that I can’t think of anything. I think this is a message to me that I’m STILL too focused on ME and not really thinking about HIM. It’s not the materialistic aspect of the gift, but the realization that I’m not as in-tune with him as I thought and that I can’t think of ONE small thing that he might like that bothers me.

It’s been a long, hard road shedding my selfish nature. I’m certainly not where I need to be yet, but I’m making progress and the fact that I’m AWARE of this flaw is a step in the right direction.

Relationships

The Love Dare – Day Two – My Experience

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Day Two: Love is kind. In addition to saying nothing negative to your spouse again today, do at least one unexpected gesture as an act of kindness. What discoveries about love did you make today? What specifically did you do in this dare? How did you show kindness?

From The Love Dare book:

¤¤¤ Kindness is love in action. If patience is how love reacts in order to minimize a negative circumstance, kindness is how love acts to maximize a positive circumstance. Patience avoids a problem; kindness creates a blessing. One is preventive, the other proactive. These two sides of love are the cornerstones on which many of the attributes we will discuss are built.

Love makes you kind. And kindness makes you likable. When you’re kind, people want to be around you. They see you as being good to them and good for them.

Wasn’t kindness one of the key things that drew you and your spouse together in the first place? When you married, weren’t you expecting to enjoy his/her kindness for the rest of your life? Didn’t your mate feel the same way about you? Even though the years can take the edge off that desire, your enjoyment in marriage is still linked to the daily level of kindness expressed.

It is difficult to demonstrate love when you feel little to no motivation. But love in its truest sense is not based on feelings. Rather, love determines to show thoughtful actions even when there seems to be no reward. You will never learn to love until you learn to demonstrate kindness.¤¤¤

***My Experience***

Again, this was an easy one for me. I’ve learned to slow down and listen to my husband when he needs me. I’ve also trained myself to be aware of his moods and what’s going on in his life outside the home.

For example: He has a pretty important meeting at work today. It’s the annual Board of Directors’ meeting and as CFO, he’ll be expected to stand up and give a speech to a room full of investors on the financial state of the company.

As you can imagine, they will be very interested in hearing what he has to say. And if what he has to say doesn’t meet their expectations, then the situation could become … uncomfortable.

So he’s nervous. He practiced his speech several times over the weekend and I pray it goes well for him today. But in the interim, I knew how he was feeling and I went out of my way to be extra nice to him – I cleaned house (because it calms him to have a clean house), I made sure me and the boys stayed out of his way when he shut himself off in a room to practice. I put his needs in front of my own and made sure that he was comfortable and relaxed.

I consciously shelved any irritations I might have had and made a special effort to be agreeable – the man didn’t need any extra stress from me.

If he wanted to watch a specific show on TV, I simply went along with it even though I had no interest in learning about the pyramids of Egypt. When he started getting hungry, I got off my butt and started dinner early so he would have time to relax and decompress before bedtime.

But most importantly, I stopped what I was doing and listened to him when he needed to talk. I didn’t criticize him or cut him off – I simply gave him my undivided attention while he talked out his fears with me.

I am constantly doing things to show him I’m thinking about him – I put little notes in his lunch along with special treats – cookies, Twinkies, etc.

Since Dude’s car is now sitting in our garage and he is allowing Dude to use that garage door opener, Kevin has to park his truck outside and use the door to get in when he gets home.

Instead of encountering a locked door, I make a special effort to unlock the door and meet him when he comes home. (He really likes when I do this because it makes him feel loved – he told me this).

I drop off, and pick up, his dry cleaning. I make sure the mail is sitting in his spot and ready for him when he gets home from work. I always give him a smile and a kiss when he gets home (whether I feel like being all lovey-dovey or not).

None of these things are very substantial, but they are enough to show Kevin that I love him and that I’m thinking about him. I’m putting his needs ahead of my own, even when it inconveniences me and especially when I don’t feel like making the effort.

Kindness thinks ahead, then takes the first step. It doesn’t sit around waiting to be prompted or coerced before getting off the couch. The kind husband or wife will be the one who greets first, smiles first, serves first, and forgives first. They don’t require the other to get his/her act together before showing love. When acting from kindness, you see the need, then make your move. First.

Relationships

The Love Dare – Day One – My Experience

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Day One: Love is patient – The first part of this dare is fairly simple. Although love is communicated in a number of ways, our words often reflect the condition of our heart. For the next day, resolve to demonstrate patience and to say nothing negative to your spouse at all. If the temptation arises, choose not to say anything. It’s better to hold your tongue than to say something you’ll regret.


From The Love Dare book:

¤¤¤ Love works. It is life’s most powerful motivator and has far greater depth and meaning than most people realize. It always does what is best for others and can empower us to face the greatest of problems. We are born with a lifelong thirst for love. Our hearts desperately need it like our lungs need oxygen. Love changes our motivation for living. Relationships become meaningful with it. No marriage is successful without it.

Love is built on two pillars that best define what it is. Those pillars are patience and kindness. All other characteristics of love are extensions of these two attributes. And that’s where your dare will begin. With patience.

Anger is usually caused when the strong desire for something is mixed with disappointment or grief. You don’t get what you want and you start heating up inside. It is often an emotional reaction that flows out of our own selfishness, foolishness, or evil motives.

Patience, however, makes us wise. It doesn’t rush to judgment but listens to what the other person is saying. … Patience helps you give your spouse permission to be human. It understands that everyone fails.

This Love Dare journey is a process, and the first thing you must resolve to possess is patience. Think of it as a marathon, not a sprint. But it’s a race worth running.¤¤¤

***My Experience***

This one was a fairly easy one for me.

Well, it’s easy now, it wasn’t always easy.

I have learned, through some pretty ugly moments and humiliating outbursts, to keep my fat trap shut. I had the tendency to just say the first thing that popped into my head and you know what? I didn’t give a rat’s behind if I hurt Kevin’s feelings or not. After all, it’s a woman’s prerogative to speak her mind, right?

Not exactly.

It’s a woman’s prerogative to speak her mind IF what she has to say actually helps, and not hinders, the situation. Just because I feel it, doesn’t give me the right to say it.

Once again, my marriage is not about ME, it’s about US.

But I think I have an unfair advantage for you see, I took a communications class in college and through that class I learned how to speak to someone in a non-threatening way. For example, never use the word YOU, but always refer to the situation, people in general, or turn the situation around and explain how the situation makes ME feel as opposed to what that person is doing wrong.

Wrong: YOU really irritate me when you don’t unload the dishwasher.

The person you’re talking to? Only hears the “YOU really irritate me” part. They tune the rest of it out.

Right: We’re a team, right? I’d really appreciate it if we could take turns unloading the dishwasher.

I can honestly say that communications class curbed my selfish tendencies. It taught me to stop, turn the situation around (think Matrix effect here) and look at it from the other person’s perspective.

(In fact, I’ve been diligently searching for the communications textbook that I used in college because I’d love to post a series about how to effectively communicate with people).

So, this challenge was easy for me because I had already trained myself to reword my irritations and annoyances in various ways so that it wouldn’t come across as bitchy or unreasonable.

But still, there are moments that Kevin gets on my nerves and I open my big mouth and POW – hello foot, nom nom.

And that’s what it takes to successfully communicate with your spouse – it takes a willingness on your part to STOP, THINK, and RETRAIN your reactions because being rash and impulsive really is a dangerous combination, especially when tempers flare.

There are times when Kevin calls me “sassy.” Which is really code for bitchy. And when I stop and think about it, he’s right. I do find myself nagging him sometimes and the man can NOT do anything right. I’m constantly berating him and it’s during those time periods that I force myself to stop and pay attention to what I’m saying to him.

And I end up apologizing to him for treating him so bad. Upon further examination, the reason I even get to that bitchy level is because I’m tired, or hormonal, or frustrated with something other than him, or blahblahblah. The reason really doesn’t matter WHY I’m acting that way, what’s important is to NOT take it out on him.

How is that fair?

So, I’ve learned to be more open with how I’m feeling. “I’m sorry honey, I’m feeling on edge tonight. It has nothing to do with you. I think I need to be alone for a while and work off my bad mood.”

Now keep in mind, I’m not the only bad guy here. But women have more of a tendency to blow things out of proportion so it’s more of a challenge for us to maintain an even keel. But I have found, that by forcing myself to be more patient with Kevin, it teaches him, either consciously or subconsciously, to have more patience with me and to give me the same respect that I give him.

See? Give and take – lead by example. SOMEONE has to take that first step. Why not you?

And by telling him what is going on in my head, it helps him understand, and be more tolerant, of my behavior.

Men can’t read our minds, ladies. Please don’t make them try.

Life-condensed

8th Grade Impact Zone

Good Saturday, everyone!

I’m waking up to more weather junk: a front came through last night and dropped our temperature ten degrees, so it’s cool and rainy right now.

And my sinuses have expanded and are pressing against my skull.

My poor brain doesn’t need any more pressure. 🙂

Anyway, I thought I would post two of the best songs from Jazz’s 8th grade concert on Thursday night.

This first video is the jazz band. Jazz is the blond kid on the front row, third from the right, playing the saxophone. The song is called “Impact Zone.”

This second video is of the entire 8th grade concert band. The clarinet section is being showcased because the song is called “Clarinet Hoedown.”

The band teacher told us that 90% of the kids were moving on to the high school band next year. I thought that was a pretty impressive percentage. And I’m also relieved for Jazz as he’ll have plenty of familiar faces around him next year.

I know that the name of the school is being shown, and I’m okay with that – Jazz will be leaving that school in a few days so it’s a moot point. 🙂

Besides, I take precautions about keeping my kids anonymous, but you know, I refuse to go crazy about it.

I’m off to do the regular Saturday chores. Don’t forget to check in tomorrow for the start of the Love Dare. In fact, I’m actually starting the dare a day early so I can report on my results.

See ya! *waves*

Life

Marching Forward

Wow, last night was incredible.

Nothing spectacular happened really, but it was more the atmosphere – the level of excitement and anticipation was almost palpable.

We attended the high school band’s parent meeting last night. We arrived a little early, stepped into the gym and was nearly knocked over by a huge bubble of expectation.

We had literally just stepped into a whole new chapter of Jazz’s life.

We dutifully stepped in line and picked up about ten forms placed into neat stacks on a cafeteria-style table. We then secured a place for ourselves in the bleachers and Jazz promptly disappeared to sit with his friends.

Moments after Kevin and I sat down, hoards of people began filing in and the brightly-colored forms that lined the table were soon gone.

We recognized several faces, but we didn’t speak to any of them. We offered simple nods and polite smiles but kept to ourselves.

That’s what we do.

That’s who we are.

We most likely appear stand-offish to many, me and my husband sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, speaking quietly, but we’re okay with that – we only need each other.

The band director only has one arm. He’s rather a legend in our scholastic circle. He’s admired and revered because he does more with his one arm than a lot of band directors could ever hope to do with two.

Our high school band had the best year it’s ever had last year. So naturally, the director is hoping for an even better year this year. He said the jazz band has fairly exploded and in fact, they were planning on having two jazz bands this year – Jazz was very happy to hear that.

He briefly introduced the other directors and went over upcoming dates. We submissively absorbed the information like fresh, dry sponges.

We were instructed to fill out three forms.

Naturally, I didn’t have a pen on me and had to beg one of the ladies sitting behind us for one.

One was a health form which required Jazz’s social security number. The reason he asked for the social security number was because last year, as they were leaving an event, their bus was rear-ended. (*gulp*) And the police asked for the social security number of every single child on the bus – which of course, no one knew or had. He said it was a mess and that in the future, they would have the numbers on file in case anything like that ever happened again.

Let’s hope it never happens again.

But I’m not worried. I’m honestly not. Though I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I am just a bit nervous about him taking long trips (and there’s an overnight stay in St. Louis in October), I know he’ll be okay.

Because I trust God to take care of him.

Another form was an instrument form. The kids had the option of changing instruments if they so chose. When the kids are in middle school, they are pretty much stuck with the instrument that is assigned to them and in high school, they have a bit more flexibility. Granted, if the kids chose to play a new instrument, they would be asked to take lessons, but they still had the freedom to pursue other options if they so chose.

I thought that was cool.

Naturally, Jazz listed his number one instrument as the alto sax, but he listed the baritone sax as his second instrument of choice.

Later we told him that might not have been a wise choice given the barry sax is as big as he is and did he forget he was going to have to march with it?

I highly doubt he’ll ever get to that point, but it might be fun for him to try it out.

The last form caused me to break out into a sweat. It was an enrollment form for summer school.

And the dates? Neatly nestled the date we plan on taking off for our cruise like two sarcastic parenthesis.

Swell.

But it was required. So I filled it out and stood in line to speak to the director.

Jazz was distraught. He WANTS to go to band summer school. He even insisted that we cancel our cruise so he could attend.

That’s how badly the boy wants to play in marching band. (And to think, six short months ago and turned his nose up at the idea. Ha!)

When I told Jazz that there was no way we could, or would, cancel our cruise, his skinny little chest deflated and he looked crushed.

I explained our situation to the director. Luckily, I had mis-read the form. Woodwinds were only required to attend summer school on certain days and those days? Did not conflict with our vacation.

The heavens opened up, the angels began to sing and Jazz was happy once again.

The meeting ended (I lost track of the woman who I borrowed the pen from so great, now I’m going to be known as “that woman who stole my pen” every time I see her at band functions, swell), and it wasn’t until we got home and I sat down to start putting the dates into my calendar that I realized …

Jazz is going to be INSANELY busy from August to November. And it’s also going to cost a small fortune.

I probably shouldn’t tell you exactly how much this is going to cost but let’s put it this way – we are expected to make three payments over the course of the next three months.

Yeah. Ouch.

He also has to buy several pairs of gloves (the woodwinds wear them), and special marching shoes (tennis shoes will not do).

That’s another $40 bucks right there.

But you know what? Big deal. There is no way we would deny Jazz this experience. And given his enthusiasm? It’ll be worth every penny.

And may I just say? I can not wait to see him in his band uniform!!

Because my family will probably be curious, I’m going to list the dates that he will either have summer school, camp, practice and performances.

Ready? *draws a breath*

Summer School (they actually gave him the music he needed to learn last night!)
June 15 – 16
July 13 – 14
July 27 – 28 (don’t worry mom, practice is in the evening so he won’t pass out from the heat).

Band Camp
August 10 – 14 8:00 – 5:00 Zoink! (he’ll actually be at school for 11 hours on the 14th because of freshman orientation that evening)
August 17 – 18 8:00 – 5:00

Band practice every Tuesday night through September and October (until 9:00 – the boy will be exhausted on Wednesdays).

He has a performance every weekend in October.

And let’s not forget the football home games every other Friday night in September and October.

Yowsiers.

He will be traveling to St. Louis twice to play at the dome. We plan on making the trip up there so we can watch him perform. When I mentioned the road trip to Dude, he perked up a bit.

We try not to make that big of a deal about Jazz’s interest in music in front of Dude. We don’t want him to feel left out or less loved, but it’s really hard NOT to be excited because well, it’s exciting.

But I’m hoping that all of this attention bestowed on Jazz and the fact that he will be having some amazing experiences prompts Dude to DO something next year.

Dude and I talked a bit after we got back from the meeting last night and when I encouraged him to get involved with a club or something next year, he didn’t immediately reject the idea like he has in year’s past. I’m confident that if he just got involved in something, he would enjoy school a little more.

He does act a bit more confident with school in general. I think being an upperclassman next year will really help boost his self-confidence and I’ve been encouraging him to take full advantage of the opportunities of being an upperclassman these last two years of school. I hope he he does.

You know, time goes by fast anyway. I have a feeling these next four years are going to zoom by at warp speed.

It’s both exciting and sobering.

Life

And My Point Is …

thought-bubble1 … there really isn’t a point. This is just me, trying to make sense of my jumbled thoughts. Bear with me …

***1***

I can do anything … as long as I develop a habit.

For example: I’m currently a workout fiend. Why? Because I’ve made working out a habit. Now I feel guilty, and a bit cranky, if something disrupts that habit and I can’t put my body through the wringer. (By the way, I’m seeing results. I’ve cut out the junk food – except for the occasional 3-Musketeer’s Bar because of all the chocolate, it probably has the least amount of fat – and I’m forcing myself to shift my eating habits to actually eating a decent breakfast (which I’m never hungry for normally) and lunch and very light on the dinner.

It’s working, and I’m ecstatic. Hopefully, I can keep this up so I look halfway decent on our cruise next month.

But if I haven’t develop a habit, then I totally suck at getting stuff done. No seriously, it’s really, really REALLY pathetic. SO pathetic, in fact, that I can’t even be completely honest with you on how much I DON’T get done and SHOULD because it would disgust you and your already high opinion of me (HA!) would drop several thousand levels.

It’s all this blog’s fault. If I could (and will!!!!) develop the habit of writing my blog posts at a certain time of day (say early morning because night is reserved for working out and/or family and quite honestly, my brain simply stops working after 7:00 p.m.), then I could make another habit of actually getting some creative writing done.

I posted two, TWO, short stories on my fiction blog last month. And this month? A BIG, FAT ZERO.

I’m so disgusted with myself, I can’t even put it into words.

Something needs to change.

If … I could … simply … walk … away … from this … damn … computer …. Aaargh!

***2***

Did you know that if you’re using Firefox (which you should be anyway because IE SUCKS!) there’s a built in spell checker? And here you thought I was just THAT good of a writer. *snort*

From the Firefox features website:

A built-in spell checker lets you enter text directly into Web pages— like blog posts and Web-based email—without worrying about typos and misspellings. Work directly with the Web and save yourself a step.

I don’t know, I just thought I’d share that little tidbit of information with you because, well, I hate to say this, but some bloggers? Need the extra help, I think.

😀

***3***

Attention rude, obnoxious, I-don’t-give-a-crap-for-anyone-but-my-self-inflated-ego buttheads:

The end of the school year is approaching. Do you know what that means? That means, that there will be concerts.

From our children.

Who have worked really, really hard to practice and learn the awesome songs they will perform for us at said concerts.

They expect our undivided attention. They deserve our undivided attention. I don’t think it’s too much to ask that you put your f*cking cell phone away and keep that fat trap of yours shut for the duration of the song (which, by the way, is about three minutes long. If you MUST talk, then spout your nonsense in between songs, certainly not DURING the song).

In addition, please teach your 4th / 5th grade children that it’s NOT OKAY to talk loudly, or horseplay, during the songs because HELLO?! Give the kids playing their hearts out a little respect, mmmkay?

You do know what respect is right? No? How about courtesy? Still drawing a blank? How’s about some manners? No? Seriously? Then let me spell it out in a language that you’re sure to understand – SHUT. THE. HELL. UP.

And if you think I’m going to apologize for turning around and giving you one of my patented dirty, scary, I’m-going-to-incinerate-you-on-the-spot looks, then think again lady.

Think. Again.

***4***

Does anyone else smell Poptarts?

Quick! Where’s my Lysol! I must get rid of that sugary, toasted, cinnamon smell!

Good lord. Did you know you can buy Poptarts from Amazon now?!

Man, that’s just wrong.

And I need to get the mental image of Poptarts being delivered to my front door out of my mind.

***5***

Dude drove himself to school today.

Well actually, I was with him. But he drove to school and we switched places in the parking lot.

It was so … weird. I mean, I know the boy is getting older. And it’s hard to NOT see how he’s as tall as I am, but to have him take over a duty that I’ve had the pleasure of doing for him and his brother (driving them to school every day) for the past 11 years, was just … surreal.

I could actually FEEL the pulling away, today.

It was both exciting and sad at the same time.

I mean, I could fool myself into thinking he was still my little boy by justifying it by the fact that he wasn’t driving yet. That it was when he drove and would need me less and less – THEN he would become a young man.

I don’t even have that excuse anymore.

*sigh*

***6***

There is a mandatory high school band meeting tomorrow night for Jazz. I’m really looking forward to going simply because I have no idea how this is going to work. Will we have to buy him specific color pants? How much is this going to cost? Will he be expected to show up to school early each morning to practice? How is that going to affect our schedules? How much traveling will be involved?

And can parents tag along without looking like complete dweebs?

I’ll most likely be Twittering the events if you would be interested in following along.

***7***

Speaking of Twitter:

I just Twittered this:

I think this might be just one of the numerous reasons why Christianity gets a bad rap: http://bit.ly/SCchQ

And may I just say? Not ALL Christians are THIS uptight.

I am pretty sure God is not going to care if you dance. Sheesh. Lighten up, people.

***8***

Did you mark your calendars for May 17th?

Love Dare at writefromkaren.com
(click on the badge for details).

I told Kevin that I was going to do The Love Dare on him and do you want to know what he said?

Er, I can’t actually tell you what he said because it’s not a family-friendly response.

But let’s just say, I’m REALLY looking forward to doing these dares with him next week.

*WINKWINK*