Sunday, September 14, 2014

Top Ten: Alright with me

I got a little pot in my belly
So now a days my figure ain't so fly
My dress ain't cost nothin' but seven dollars 
But I made it fly
And I'll tell ya why

But I'm clever when I bust a rhyme
I'm cleva. . . always on ya' mind
She's cleva and I really wanna grow
But why come I'm the last to know?

Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright yeah

Alright with me

~ Erykah Badu

In general, I try to focus on the positive aspects of my life. Kind of like that bible verse says--whatever things are of good report, you know? To think on those things. Or something like that. So, yeah. That's essentially what I spend the majority of my time doing and hence, that is what gets the most airplay when I write.


Everyone who is alive and not delusional knows even when we put most of our energy and sharing into the thumbs-up-worthy things, we are mere humans. We are full of shortcomings and screw-ups that don't always make it to the status updates on social media. And honestly? I don't really have a major issue with that. I guess because I recognize that humans are many layered and that, of course, there's some sticky parts that may not be on display. That said, every now and then those warm fuzzies can stack up so much that you start to wonder: Damn. Am I the only one who is screwed up around here?

And to that I say, "No! You are not!"

Matter of fact, I even wrote a little top ten about it. Today I bring you:


Like to hear it? Here it go!

#10   I rush my children.

Before I even hear the wrath of the zen, know that I have read the articles, heard the experts, and highlighted the books telling me not to do this. But. I have some serious dawdlers in my house. And the later I am, the more they stop for Lego pitstops. I wish I could say that it's just a simple, "Come on, bud" and that's it. Nope. Sure, it starts there. But then it escalates. Especially now that they are older. It sounds more like:

"Dude. Legos? Now? Really? Get moving! Let's go!"

and then:

"Seriously? If you miss this bus, it's not going to be a pretty sight."

No. I never express what that non pretty sight is exactly. But it gets referred to often.

I know it's not so good to rush my children. And Monday thru Friday, I know that I do. Wait. Sunday, too, because that's when we go to church. Oh well. I got to do better on that one.

#9  I am a laundry misfit.

I do not like laundry. As a matter of fact, if I win the lottery, I will first get a personal driver (I reaaaaaally don't like driving, either) and then a personal laundry person.


Sure. I DO laundry. But I procrastinate on folding things up. And then I drag my feet on putting things up. And yeah, yeah, yadda, yadda everyone in my house should be doing it and they sort of kind of do. But mostly, I'm the laundry maven. Except I'm not a maven at all when it comes to that.

Oh yeah. Did I mention? At least once per month, I forget to move something from the washer to the dryer. I come down and the soggy load has been there for over 24 hours. At which point I have to rewash the load. Which is really not even environmentally good. I know. So, yeah. I'm trying to do better on that one, too.

#8   I don't get enough sleep. Like, ever.

I had a t-shirt in medical school that read: "Sleep is for wimps."  I have no idea where it is now, but it was a foreshadowing of my future. Somehow I'm wired to do just fine on limited sleep. I know that it isn't good for my health and that I need to try to do better. For some people, exercise is their nemesis. Like they try and try to make it a habit but they just can't. That's how it is for me but instead of exercise, it's sleep.

Here's the problem. I have more than 18 hours worth of stuff I want to do each day. And so. I end up averaging about 6 hours. It's so habitual now that even when I turn in early, I still pop up six hours later. I know it's not the best thing for my health. I have to do better with that.

#7  I over schedule myself. 

Like, constantly. And yes, I am smart enough to know that there are apps and people and ways to make a schedule less prone to this. But this list isn't about things that I find mysterious. It's quite the contrary. This is yet another thing that I know a few solutions to fixing but just have never quite managed to make happen.

Wait. Where am I supposed to be right now?

#6  I love a good phone conversation. But a lot of times I don't. Like at all.

It means that sometimes my phone goes to voicemail. Have I ever told you about how I'm the world's most extroverted introvert? I haven't? Well. That's a future blog post for sure. It's super weird. Like, I love a good face-to-face conversation. And when I'm in the mood for it, nothing beats a really, really good phone conversation. But a lot of times if I'd rather hold out for the face to face time. Or--dare I admit it--have a text exchange. Yes. A text exchange.

I'm good for a textapalooza sometimes. I can't explain it. It's just another one of those ways that I'm sort of jacked up.

#5   I'm a hit or miss recycler.

It's true. When I'm good I'm very, very good. But when I'm bad? Man. I'm horrid.

#4  I snap my gum.

Badly. In fact, unless I'm alone, I almost always have to just force myself to spit it out unless I'm willing to carefully remind myself over and over and over again from the moment I put the stick in my mouth NOT TO SNAP IT. Secretly, it sort of soothes me. Except it annoys and grosses out every other person within a few feet radius. Kind of like smoking cigarettes except not so hazardous.

Unless you count the person who wants to kick your ass for snapping it near them.

#3  My kids play video games too much.

Okay. Let me first just say that I think it's pretty awesome of me that I don't allow them to touch the television or video games during the school week. We call it "media fasting" and it's just sort of the lay of the land in our home on school days. I'm also proud of the fact that my kids don't get to touch my cell phone or their dad's for games or whatever. Which makes our lives much easier.

But. And there is a but. . . .come Friday? Those kids go hog wild. It's iPad's and Nintendo and Wii games--oh my! Sure, I'll walk in every few hours and yell out, "DEAR TIME!!!" Which means DROP EVERYTHING AND READ. And, okay, they do. That said, when it comes to the American Academy of Pediatrics' recommendations on television and media rationing in our kids? Chile please.

Oh, and when they were toddlers I can't even lie--they had more than 30 minutes per day. Yup.

#2  I have more junk drawers than should be allowable by law. 

I also have a small junk cabinet that found a Candyland game in last week. Which should tell you how often I empty that thing out.

#1  I have a Target addiction. 

Well. Technically, I'm in recovery for that one. Last year I gave up Target for Lent which helped a lot. But seriously? Some folks have a bad day and go order a pizza. Or bust open a bottle of red and drink it in its entirety. Me? I go to Target. Yes I do.

There is something just so soothing about it to me. First, it's just so familiar. The bright lights and red accents lull me. The kids' section, the active wear, the all of it. I literally feel better when I leave.


As a part of my recovery, I now go there with a list and clear intentions. This is a far cry from my previous TTRs (therapeutic Target runs) where I'd just show up and wander about aimlessly trying lipsticks on my wrist and smelling bath gels. I'm just saying--you, too, can overcome your Target addiction by just taking it one day at a time.

See? I'm all messed up really. Ha. But hey. . .aren't we all? And since misery loves company, why not share one of your jacked up things with me so that I'll feel better! Yes!

Or you could just laugh at me and not comment at all. I mean, either way, it's cool.

Here's the thing: We are all broken in one way or another. The real keys are self awareness and being alright with who you are. And me? I'm alright with me. And yes, I will keep on working toward more sleep, less junk drawers, strategic Target shopping and answering my phone. But until then, I will focus on being happy and not taking myself too seriously.

Oh yeah--the other thing is this: never miss the chance to inventory your good things, too. It's so easy to pick yourself apart, but why not make mental note of your strengths and unique gifts? Then think on those things, man. Whatever is true and of good report, man. You know?

That said, I can't resist sharing just one more. . . . .

Bonus one:

I often don't finish books. If it isn't a page turner, I often will stop after 75-100 pages. Slow starters? I never get over the hump of the slow start. And if it's a self help-ish kind of book? I just read it until I sort of get the gist of it then I stop. Terrible, right?

Now. If a book is AMAZING? I finish it. But if it's just aiight? No ma'am and no sir. I'm the chick at the book club meeting who keeps talking about the first 4 chapters but who can't comment on anything else.


What y'all got?

Happy Sunday.

"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, 
whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, 
whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; 
if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."

~ Philippians 4:8 KJV

Now playing on my mental iPod. . . . Oh, how I LOVE the message of this song. It is so how I feel on most days.


  1. Sorry, woman. If that's as bad as you get, you still intimidate the hell out of me and make me feel like the slacker of the universe. Oh sure, I'm a better sleeper than you are but really? You crack me up.

    1. I started to talk about how infrequently I cook from scratch. And by infrequently I mean ever. That SUPER intimidates me about you, woman! Your pies and pancakes and your farm? LAWD. You are superwoman in my eyes for reals!

  2. Here's my big one: I'm a little farsighted and have a moderate astigmatism in both eyes. I can see just fine without my glasses for walking around and doing life, but if I try to read something or focus up close, I really need my glasses to do it well. Things get fuzzier and fuzzier as my eyes fatigue. But a lot of the time it's too much of a hassle to open the case and put them on just to read a few paragraphs, so I'll squint my way through it. Except that a few paragraphs often becomes much much more than that. That's a lot of squinting. I don't succumb to the glasses until I have a roaring headache and my eyes feel ready to pop out of my skull.

    1. LOL that's awesome. Do you ball your hands into a fist and squint through a little hole in your hand? That's super old school and what my uncle does. Ha ha ha ha!

  3. My name is Florence and I don't exercise. At all. Ever. I am in awe of your running.

  4. I love Florence.

    And that's all I'll admit to tonight.

  5. My name is Jill and I'm addicted to FB, I am on it way too much, it is my way of avoiding doing my homework or housework or whatever else is truly important.

  6. I love your list. Like you, I never get enough sleep; I'm a extroverted introvert when it comes to the tele/cell phone; AND I overschedule myself. My overscheduling is so bad that on Friday's, I look forward to Monday's. I need to do better.

    I did a 5K Run/Walk a couple months ago and there were about 100 people. When they asked all of the runners to move forward, EVERYONE with the exception of myself and five others moved forward. If nothing else could make me want to run, that did. I'm jogging now but I will become a runner ... if only for one 5K.

    ~Angela Fairwell

  7. Hi!! My name is Daffaney and I love reading your blogs first thing in the morning when I get to work. I have incorporated visiting your blog as a component of my morning regimen. You are such as inspiration on many levels for me. I sent you an email a couple days ago and I hope I sent it to the right email. I look forward to reading future postings. Take care... TU...U...Know... LOL!

  8. The laundry in the basket on my bedroom floor was laughing at me while I was reading this post. I can neither snap my fingers nor whistle, but I drive my cube neighbors crazy by clicking my pen when I am nervous. I'm sure they'd like to jump over the cube wall and snatch that pen right out of my hand. But I do almost always cook from scratch, and thanks to my grandmother I can recite the book of Philippians almost perfectly.

  9. I second Florence's statement. :) I am in awe of Florence, for admitting it, and of you, for taking up running!

  10. Lurking member of SJGR group on FB and yet I'm not exercising. All my hobbies are sedentary, as is my job. Need to change this, big time. And quit with the cheese fries already.

  11. I have serial hobbies. The flame burns bright for awhile (sometimes months or years) then it just goes out and I'm on to the next thing. Right now it's photography. Previously it's been quilting, bicycling, studying Thoroughbred pedigrees, the list goes on. Some things stick. I've always been a reader and a birder. Nature has always fascinated me. Obviously I'm a geek. That part doesn't worry me!


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