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How To Be Nice

Thursday, May 17th, 2012

 

Have you ever tried to tell someone something they're doing wrong or need to change?  You know, like when you have to give a friend or acquaintance a piece of painful advice?  Maybe I've never been gifted with the nice gene, I don't know.  My delivery is always way off and I end up hurting whomever I'm trying to nicely correct.  Or I just sound like a jerk!

Some people just have the gift of correction.  Nice correction.  My hubby….he has it.  Anytime I need something really taken care of…I go to him and ask him to handle it.  He has a great way of convincing the person to make the change or whatever it is that needs improving.  He knows how to speak with kindness and persuasion, while I just come off sounding rude or snotty.

Dang my over-the-top personality!  I blame it all on my high strung anal way of thinking!

 

I've noticed that I'm not the only one with this inability to communicate.  Over the last few years at work…a certain group of people {leave notes} for other's to read when they want them to change a behavior or stop doing something they don't approve of.  The notes can vary from –>Don't drink our coffee! to Don't print in color anymore!  But that's not all they say.  Usually the notice comes with a bit of tongue lashing or harsh hurtful words.

And they post it for the world to see.

 

 

My personal desk is in a classroom that I'm only in for one class.  If that makes sense.  Another class uses this room when I'm not there.  Every time that I come back to my desk, it's trashed!  My desk calender has been doodled all over and stuff written all over it.  The items inside my desk are stolen or "missing" and the whole thing is just ransacked!  Insert: ME VERY ANAL!!

It really makes me feel crazy!  I mean, really crazy.  I've been overlooking it all semester and cleaning up the mess.  But honestly, I want to tell whoever it is to NOT SIT AND PLAY AT MY DESK!!  It's not their place to party!  Except I remember my weakness at communicating such information nicely.  I'd surely be the mean queen if I said anything….don't you think?

Which points me right where I'm going with this whole post…..HOW TO BE NICE!  How do you nicely ask someone to stop doing something?  Is a note sufficient?  Do you need to (gently) confront them face to face?  What?  Or do you think just letting the whole issue go is best?  I'm not good at being a doormat or allowing people to get away with poor behavior.  It isn't right.  Then again, I also don't want to be the make people do what I want police either.

What would you do?  Or should I be asking WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?

 

 

Challenge:  Be nice to everyone.  For everyone you meet is going through something!

EL ROI — HE SEES

Wednesday, May 16th, 2012

I'm reading a book right now that you MUST READ!  It popped up on my FREE Kindle list and as far as I know….it's still offered at that cost on Amazon and at Barnes & Noble for you NOOK users.  It's topic will suck you in and you won't want to put it down.  The author, Tammy Maltby writes about her own feelings of hopelessness and how easily we all fall into the thinking that no one cares about what's going on in our hearts.

She doesn't mince words and I find her right on target with the subject.  I think you will too.  If you've ever felt alone or forgotten, read this book.  If you've ever suffered loss or abandonment, read this book.  If you've ever wondered if anyone cared, read this book.  If you ever had a single doubt….read this book!

 

What's it going to cost ya?  Not a thing, if you hurry over and click BUY!  Oh, and let me know what you think.  After reading the first few pages, I wanted to call Tammy up (not that I know her) and talk about what God has done in her life and mine to remind us both that HE IS THE GOD WHO SEES!

If you're not able to read the book…let me be the voice of encouragement today. Our God is a God that sees everything!  There isn't an issue going on in your life–divorce, family stress, work problems, child frustrations, enemy attack, illness…not a single thing that El Roi (the God who sees) misses.  He NEVER turns His head!  You and I can rest assure that our Father is watching and knows every tiny detail of our hurt.  He knows what each need is and every tear that falls He is right there with us.  For us, that is good news.  Life has a way of banging us down (like a nail in a board) and trampling all over our confidence to rest easy in Him.  But that's not what God has in store.

We can trust Him.  Lean on Him.  Rest peacefully in the knowledge…that HE'S GOT THIS!

Ok, go.  Download Tammy's book right now!  Go!  And have a great hump day.  I'm spending mine sick with a cruddy sore throat, sinus & ear infection while reading high school finals all day long outloud!  Never have I wished for a chance to not talk in all my life.  Being sick the last few days of school stinks!  🙁

Getting Geared Up

Tuesday, May 15th, 2012

I am so pumped that school is almost out!  This past weekend I had hubby pull out my sewing machine (yes, I said that like I'm some sort of wicked sweet seamstress).  I actually had a little something in mind right then when he brought it out but time was against me.

Pillows.  If you were wondering.

So, I'm keeping it in close proximity so that I can totally get my craft on ALL SUMMER!  The only problem?  Threading the thing!  I hate that part and I'm sure my hubby will loooooove 13 phone calls a day from me begging for help with that evil mundane task.

Dang, guess I'll have to learn.  Lame!

Just this morning, I stumbled upon the cutest flower necklaces.  I added that to my growing list of STUFF TO MAKE.  Also, Lisa at The Preacher's Wife has posted today her latest creations…key chains.  Ding, ding…more to my list.  Hers look precious by the way.  I think I've mentioned the cute aprons I'm dreaming of whipping up and yesterday I found the cutest nightgowns over on Everyday Chaos.  I'm going to kill myself trying to be this crafty.

I will post any success.  I promise!

Don't be alarmed if everything I put up is HOT GLUE GUN happy.  While I'm not the greatest seamstress, the glue gun and I are real good buddies.  Don't judge…but I've even been known to hem a pair of pants with it (I was in a pinch). I'm not going to let my fear of the sewing machine keep me from creating some magic.

Just you wait and see…

Cold Case Yard Crasher

Monday, May 14th, 2012

I returned home from Chicago to a heap of special surprises. Since it was so late (around 11:30pm) when we pulled into the driveaway, it was difficult for me to see all the fruit of my hubby & son's labor. They navigated me around the yard anyway and I was so excited….I didn't even try to hide my squeals (sorry neighbors)!

I've been bummed since last summer when my swing broke. When I say broke, I mean crunched to pieces broke and crashed to the ground LIKE GARBAGE!! It wasn't an expensive swing and it was little too. I'd been dragging it around for years and had only gotten it out of storage a couple years ago. It was a friend to me. I liked sitting out under my kids playhouse and swinging away on its scrawny little scratchy seat.

My excited family led me out to the playhouse (which was lit up with the sweetest lights–I LOVE LIGHTS) and there hung the biggest, fanciest, comfiest swing ever! A NICE SWING!! Not a cheapo flimsy one like before. I felt like a QUEEN! I love it! I can't wait to swing my summer away! It's been raining since I arrived back in town or else I'd have been enjoying it all day today.

 

Remember my story about the prom day fiasco? Hubby taking off and missing all the chaos? Yea, he was out buying garden blocks for my new flower bed. The one I've been waiting on for the last 10 years of living in this house. All I can say….is it was a gift worth the wait! It's just what I pictured everytime I walked up to my front door but didn't have. I can't believe how it changed my front yard. Wow! I am H A P P Y !!

 

I mentioned a few weeks ago that all I wanted for mother's day was the two broken windows on our house repaired. Nothing says white trash rednecks like a bunch of home maintenance jobs that are left undone, indefinitely or a washer on the front porch (I don't do any of the sort, I hide all extra junk in my garage). Everytime I walked up to my kitchen window…I wanted to cry. Same with my garage window. Both were so depressing! Not anymore! I have nice clear glass in my windows again.

See why I have to do my part and paint this summer?

Those weren't the only ME ME ME surprises going on. My girls had been putting together their own love gifts. They had journeyed off to the grocery store and bought ingredients for an amazing supper. Which is just what it was, amazing! I couldn't have cooked a better meal myself! Good job, Sister & Gator! The whole family pigged out.

I've mentioned here about my love language being ACTS OF SERVICE and this has to be one of the very best mother's day weekends of my life. I was off partying it up in a great city with 95 other fun friends only to come home to pure Eutopia! Home and family smearing blessings all over me. I felt loved, really loved.  And still do.

But there's one problem.

Remember this—–>

Yea, looks cool right? Well, I came home last week only to find a horrible attack had taken place. "Someone" had ransacked the whole walkway and flipped every piece of moss over. Leaving a trashed wrecked mess of the walkway. It stopped me in my tracks. I mean, look at it.  You have to jump spot to spot to get to your destination.  WHAT HAPPENED?

 

I was stunned and almost sure it was the works of this sweet little darlin!

Could it be?  Nope, she was inside locked safely in her kennel.  Hmmm!

Fast forward to this weekend. Hubby had patched it all back up and I even went out this morning in the rain to smash a few stray spots back down. Within a few hours THE CULPRIT had once again launched an all-out moss flipping attack! The place was trashed, again!

The case is cold as of now.  I believe I heard the words surveillance camera under hubby's breath when I told him the news.  He won't stop until he solves the crime!  No critter is going to trash my place and 'git away' with it.  Whoever it is….your days are numbered!

Speaking of numbered….

6 more days on the COUNTDOWN TO SUMMER!!

 

Live….From Chicago

Saturday, May 12th, 2012

I'm stopping in to say "Hello" while on the high school senior trip. ; In a world full of technology, the world is at your fingertips….or in a donut cafe next door to the Bugs Bunny & Co. souvenir store! ; Whichever suits your fancy. ; The only problem is the keyboard I'm typing on doesn't like to space. ; It requires double the clicking to have words that are seperated.

No problem! ; I'm typing extra hard!!

I started out my morning riding The Batman coaster! ; I couldn't have been inside SIx Flags for more than 10 minutes when I succomed to peer pressure and found myself in a very short line, handing over my purse to a teen ride worker and buckling up for a wild bit of twisting & flipping speed. ; Ahh, exhilerating! ; ; I'm too old, y'all! ; Seriously, I'm not too far away from being the granny who sits with the stroller. ; Just call me, Gladys. ; I don't mind.

The trip has been so much fun. ; I love the staff members that I'm here with and I have enjoyed their company. ; Life is good when the people around you are likeminded and know how to have fun. ; Oh, who am I kidding? LIFE IS GOOD! ; ; Any day that God gives me…..is good!

I miss my family. ; But I know they are plucking right along doing their thing. ; They like having a break from me (it's cool) and I'm happy to get away too. ; It makes me appreciate them and vice-versa (right, family?). ; ; I think everyone needs to escape every once in a while, right?

I love Chicago! ; It is one of the greatest cities. ; I could spend the whole trip downtown! ; ; The shopping is off the charts but the having to carry what you buy….not so awesome! ; I tend to find the biggest & heaviest items when I shop! ; So, I've disciplined myself and NOT BOUGHT ANYTHING!!

It's time to get back on my wandering through the park tour. ; I'm in search of some good shows. ; Somehow I make it to the ones that are either closed for today or don't start for 2 hours. ; Hrmph!

Hope your weekend rocks! ; And may all your mother's day wishes come true! ; ; TaTa!

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Skip It

Thursday, May 10th, 2012

It's almost Mother's Day.  I wish I could just skip it.  Everytime May approaches, I begin to feel stressed and miserable.  It has nothing to do with my own motherhood either.  I'm confident my kids love me and that my husband thinks I'm a good mom.  Our relationship is solid.  Not perfect but comfortably open and loving. Making a big thing about ME on that day is nice but there's still something that lingers over me.  I guess the best way to describe it is a sense of doom or a black cloud of sadness.

Growing up wasn't easy.  My mother was never consistent with her love.  One day she could be warm and the next, toxic and vengeful.  I knew she loved me but her behavior was harsh and confusing.  I never knew which emotion to count on.  Everything seemed to hinge on her circumstances at that moment.  Maybe that's how we all parent and I just don't notice it in my own life.  For me, back then….it was a rough way to live.

I couldn't wait to mother my own children.

I promised myself that I wouldn't do or say the things she did.  I wish I could say that I've kept that promise but I can't.  I've fallen short and acted foolish as a mom myself.  I recognize full well that this job is one of the most challenging I'll ever have.  Still, I have made it my goal to teach my kids unconditional love.  I may have yelled at them in an angry voice but I've never skipped an opportunity to confess when I was wrong or to say I was sorry.

They know I sin because I've admitted it to them and I've asked them to forgive me.  I've also shown them by my example that people make mistakes and they are always worthy of forgiveness and redemption.  Afterall, Christ died for all not just a few.  I was never given forgiveness by my own mother nor was I ever asked to forgive her.  Everything that ever happened between us…was my fault.

I deserved it.

Years of this behavior has stolen from me the trust that most share between mother and daughter.  Our relationship is toxic.  Even talking on the phone is abusive and can make me feel 11 years old all over again.  Powerless and pathetic.  So, I avoid her.  

She hurts me, but accuses that of me.  Still, confusion.

Who never calls their daughter?  Who speaks with such meanspirited words everytime I CALL HER?  Who says horrible things about their grown functioning adult child to anyone who'll listen?  Who hasn't sent a birthday card to her daughter or grandchildren in years?  Who never says "I'm sorry, I was wrong"?  Who has lived her life bitter and hateful towards her own children?  Who feels jealousy and envy against anything good in their child's life?  Who?

My mother, that's who.

My dreams of a healthy mother/daughter relationship are reaching an end.  Her poor health and the distance apart that we live have pretty much completed our destiny.  She doesn't have it in her to be the mother that I've needed.  Her idea and mine are not the same.  For her, being in charge of the entire relationship is what matters most and if I can't accept that…then she doesn't need me.  Even though, she needs me.  

I don't know if I should hate her or thank her.  Because no matter what, I am the mom I am because of her.  Nothing I can do can change that.  She is my mother.  It was her that God entrusted me to 45 years ago.  What I do with that now is crucial to what my own children will do with their parenting decisions.  I want them to be healthy and loving.  While I can't change a single mistake that's transpired between she and I…I can be the mother God has called me to be.

And someday….the grandmother too.

 

God,

My heart swells with joy when I think of how special the bond is between my own kids and I.  It's a love like no other.  I'm thankful, proud and madly in love with each one of them.  I count them a blessing, a treasure, a privilege that they are mine (and YOURS).  Help me understand how a mother can't feel those things for me.  I want to be loved, nothing more.  Thank you for your love and the mercy & grace you lavishly blanket over me, everyday.  

Amen