I Get What I Get But I Do Get Upset
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About a week ago I posted a status on my Facebook page that said “you get what you get and you don’t get upset”. I honestly didn’t think anyone would comment, but people really related to the statement and actually agreed with it. Funny how that happens … you write something on Facebook that you think is profound, intriguing and stimulating, perhaps even groundbreaking (in your own little word) and you get nada, but a simple statement that you throw up there on a whim and the “likes” and comments come-a-pourin’ in.
Anyway, the thing is, I wrote that statement but I don’t I agree with it. I apologize to have been misleading in writing it. I’m sure you’re all furious with me, but I’m actually kind of mad at myself for putting it out there. I was having a bad day and it was my way of surrendering; my way of saying “fine, I’m not gonna fight the laws of the universe any more. It is what it is and I’ll have to settle for it.” Whaaaaat??? Settle???? Me??? I mean I’m all for tellin’ the kids (or in my case, the cats) that’s what’s for dinner and if you don’t want it don’t eat it (yes, I talk, out loud, like that to my cats). I get that type of getting what you’re getting, but if we were all to just go around in life looking at everything in that way, what kind of world would this be? Boooorrrrriiiinnng!
I want what I want and if I don’t get it I may get upset; it’s my prerogative (ooooh, now I feel the need to go and download that Bobby Brown song and kick some ass on the treadmill, and my ass sure could use some kickin’!). I’m 
not gonna act like a spoiled brat who is used to getting her way and begin kicking and screaming and pouting and slamming doors and yelling if I don’t, but DAGNABBIT, I refuse to just keep quiet and not at least try to get what I want or what I think is right.
So, after exactly two months of not blogging (anybody out there miss me?), that is my rant that will hopefully ignite the cannon that will catapult me back into the blogosphere.
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I Confess to Almighty God and to You My Brothers and Sisters …
Oh you cruel, cruel creator of this 10-Days meme. As if I have not yet exposed enough of myself, on the final day you ask me for a confession. Haven’t I been doing that all along?
Hmmmm I’m pretty boring. I don’t know that I have a juicy secret to confess that would virally attract and drive millions of readers to this blog making me a phenomenon of the week. Ooooo oooo or do I have a self-incriminating video that would rise to the top of You Tube charts? Negative.
Geez. I really do need to get a more exciting life! What I do have is this …
Day Ten: One confession.
I come from a runny nose family. I don’t know why, but our noses always seem to be sniffley or drippy. The majority of us keep tissues or handkerchiefs on us at all times. I recall one time asking my siblings if anyone had a tissue to spare and my sister pulled an entire box out of her purse (it was a big purse)! I try to have a box of tissues in at least the living room and the bedroom at all times. Oh and at my work office. I’d keep one in my home office as well if it was actually organized and functioning as an office instead of a random storage/cramped guest room.
But anywho … when I was a wee one, before I was fully aware of my hereditary snotty condition, in a full-of-snot kind of way not in a stick your nose up in the air at the rest of the world kind of way, I didn’t know to carry tissues with me at all times. So … HERE COMES THE BIG CONFESSION … wait … for… it …
… I used to blow my nose in my shirt! A lot. I was full of snot. It was the most convenient way for me to clear out the ‘ol
nostrils. I’m not sure my Mama knew what the dried up marks were on my shirt at first. Eventually I’m sure I told her and outgrew the habit, because, NO I do not do it anymore. Oh dear God, I hope that blowing your nose in your shirt isn’t a hereditary condition as well! If it is, my kids are so screwed!
And THAT boys and girls is my big confession to wrap up this 10-Days meme. It really has been a challenging and learning experience. I’ve reflected back on things I haven’t thought of for a long time, like the nose blowing in the shirt phase I went through. I discovered new things about myself by typing these lists up and launching them off into cyberspace. And I enjoyed it all. The good, the bad, and the eeeeew did I really do that! One small step for man, one giant leap for this crazy cupcake lovin’, greasy head sweat hatin’ girl.
Until next time my friends, may your tissue supply be a plenty and your exposure to greasy head sweat be few and far between, if any.
Go in peace. AMEN!
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
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A Thousand Words
They say a picture speaks a thousand words; I’ve actually been told the same of my facial expressions, but I digress. Today’s challenge – to select two images that describe my life right now and explain why. It seems the shorter these lists get, the harder they become. This 10-days challenge has really gotten the ‘ol noggin’s wheels spinning, in a good way.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
- Growing into my own. I’m about to turn 35. I believe I mentioned this already in a previous post – I don’t want to be 35. But here I am, and I find myself reverting back to the days when I was young. It’s almost like I’m discovering life all over again, on a different level. I really feel and sense myself growing into my own (finally – right? what took so flippin’ long?!?). I’m beginning to figure things out in this crazy roller coaster of life. Finding strength and confidence in myself to the right decisions and learning from my mistakes as I go along. Finding the balance of caring without caring too much about the wrong things. All while looking back and honoring that little girl I used to be; the girl who loved life, loved exploring, loved saying “I love you”. The girl who didn’t have many fears (except for maybe the garbage men) and who didn’t harp on mistakes and simply moved on. I think I might even be getting close to figuring our what I wanna be when I grow up!
ally in the early years
- Faith. I have found myself questioning and exploring my faith as of late. My parents were both very devoted Catholics and I have always wanted to have a faith as strong as theirs. I know I believe in God. I know I have faith, but I tend to feel guilty when I find myself doubting some of the beliefs that my parents followed. My Mama always said “I need God more than he needs me.” I do believe that. I know I need God in my life. I am just in the process of discovering my own personal faith.
photo by ally
Turn Me On
Almost coming to the end of this 10-Days meme challenge that I took on. What will I ever write about when it’s over?!?!? Ahhh, but I still have two more days to go to think about that.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
- Passion and Drive. I myself try to be passionate about my work and creative endeavors and to be driven to constantly improve and be successful at whatever I attempt in life. Passion and drive are much more of a turn-on than a couch potato mentality. Someone who continually tries and never gives up, or at least doesn’t throw in the towel until he’s tried his best. Plus we all need a little extra motivation sometimes, so having someone to share a sense of passion and drive with makes life even better. One person can can always give the other an extra jolt of inspiration when they need it.
- Shoulders. Hubba Hubba. I’m a sucker for a man with a nice pair of shoulders to rest that passionate, driven head upon. Just something sexy about broad shoulders …. perhaps they represent strength and protection for me. They’re also a sign of good snuggling and hugging potential.
via Wikimedia Commons By Nevit Dilmen (Own work)
- Spirituality. I don’t necessarily mean going to church every Sunday, although, that’s great too! Just having a belief in some higher power and a curiosity to explore a spiritual connection.
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Greasy Head Sweat …
Now that I have your attention … today’s list calls for four turn-offs, and yep, you guessed it … greasy head sweat made my list. Isn’t it on everyone’s though? It should be!
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
- Arrogance. I’m all about taking pride in your accomplishments; everyone deserves that. Be an expert in your field and share your wisdom, please do, we all need to learn, but don’t assume and/or act like you’re better than everyone else. At the end of the day we’re all humans. When someone just wreaks of arrogance I can’t stand it. As soon as I get a whiff of it, I have a hard time getting past the stench.
Unthankful. Ya know when you hold the door for someone or stop your car to let them cross the street (in a non cross walk area where you’re not legally bound to stop for pedestrians, of course) and they don’t say thanks or just give a quick wave? That turns me off and annoys me. I mean c’mon! I think the world would be a much better place if we thanked each other more often. Even for the small stuff; sometimes, those are the moments that mean the most.- Greasy head sweat. Sweat is a natural thing. It’s good for us. It helps flush the toxins out of our systems, but when I’m at the gym, the thing that disgusts me the most is greasy head sweat. You can see it glistening on the weight machine pads that have not been courteously wiped down by the person who used it before you or perhaps even the person before that. Blech! Greasy head sweat = turn-off.
- Narrow-mindedness. Sure, you might not agree with me, and that’s cool. Share your thoughts with me about why you don’t agree. Let’s have a meaningful discussion; maybe you’ll change my mind, but the “it’s my way or the highway” attitude, the unwillingness to look at things from another perspective is just so unattractive.
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If I Had to Give an Acceptance Speech I’d Be Screwed
I was doing so well keeping up with this challenge on consecutive days, but this weekend was a busy one. I was lucky enough to help with the Forever Jordan Foundation’s (FJF) Take A Bite Out of Rockland event on Saturday. It was the fundraiser’s debut and boy was it a success! Congratulations!
Because of the event I also got to spend some special quality time with my sister Joann. We stayed up until after midnight on Friday night baking dozens of mini black & white cookies to contribute to the FJF fundraiser. We always seem to laugh until we cry when we spend time together. Add that to the delirium of sugar overload from taste testing the confections and the late hour and you definitely have a recipe for a good time.
Today’s list is challenging because I have waaaaaayyyyy more than five people in my life who mean a lot. Plus I am catholic and the guilt of leaving people out gives me agida (see, I’m Italian too, so that’s a double whammy of guilt!). Watching all the award shows this season I really feel for the winners as they give their acceptance speeches trying to squeeze in everyone that they need to thank and then that dreaded wrap-it-up music starts to play. If I had to give an acceptance speech I’d totally be screwed.
So bear with me here as I tackle this particular list in my own way in a wrap-it-up music-free zone.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
My siblings. My three brothers and three sisters who are the roots of my family. They are the connection to family traditions, anecdotes and treasures. No matter how far apart we may be from one another, we are always connected.- My nieces & nephews. They are the link to the future. The ones who will continue to carry on the traditions that were taught to my siblings by our parents. They are smiles, and giggles, and hope.
- Auntie & Uncle Steve. One of the most beautiful love stories I’ve ever known. Married for 60 years. A shared faith that can move mountains. They have been a second set of parents to me.
- My friends. Wacky, silly, serious, talented, creative, caring, loving, forgiving. They accept me for who I am. Help me along the path of becoming who I am meant to be.
- My Mama & Daddy. Without them I wouldn’t be here. Although they have passed away and are not here physically, they are still a part of my daily life. Their love comforts me and inspires me. I can still hear my beautiful Mama singing to me “pick yourself up, brush yourself off and start all over again” and my sweet, stubborn Daddy saying “shit or get off the pot!”. I strive to be a person they can be proud to watch over from heaven.
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Oh Great Ol’ Blue Eyes, Show Me the Way
Regrets I’ve had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Image by x-ray delta one via Flickr
Ahhhh good ol’ blue eyes. Frank Sinatra had it right doing things his way. Sure we all have regrets, but having the confidence to do things your way without looking back or second guessing, that’s how it should be done. Oh Franky boy, if only I could be like you.
Today’s list calls for six things I wish I’d never done. There are many things I wish I’d never done, but my life wouldn’t be complete without them. Good and bad, I do believe everything happens for a reason. Of course I don’t always get why things are happening when they do, but eventually it all fits into the jigsaw puzzle that is my life.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
- Credit Cards. Damn you little pieces of plastic! Granted they’ve helped me, especially when I did a stint of unemployment and desperately needed to shuffle things around, but I wish I hadn’t relied on them so much.
- Anger. I let my anger get the best of me and I wish I’d never reacted the way I did in certain situations. I become a different person when my emotions take me over like that, and people involved who don’t know me see me for something that I really am not.
- Unread Books. During high school I always skimmed my way through the classics that we were assigned to read. Perhaps due to my ADD, and I still have time focussing on reading to this day, but once I get into I book I’m hooked and can’t put it down. I wish I’d read more of the books that we were assigned to read in high school, instead of turning to Cliffs Notes.
- Think Too Much. I think way too much about what others will think than what I actually think and feel myself. I’ve done it in the past and still do it. Wish I could put the kibosh on that! (totally love the word kibosh by the way. do you? oh, you don’t? yea, maybe I don’t either, but I do, but if you don’t and you think I’m weird for liking it, then …)
- Theodore Bear. I wish I’d spent more time with my childhood dog Theodore Bear aka Teddy. He was such a good little poodle. I didn’t appreciate him enough.
- Stubborn & Selfish. I wish I hadn’t been so stubborn and selfish allowing myself to become cold towards you when you needed me most. Fear made me pull away when I wish it had drawn me closer to you during those final months. Fight or flight? I chose flight, but now I’d fight over and over to have just a few moments with you again.
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What Crosses My ADD Mind
Having a touch of self-diagnosed ADD a lot of things cross my mind often. I jump from thought to thought, project to project. It’s just the way I roll.
Today’s list asks for seven of those things that cross my mind a lot. It’s going to be hard to narrow it down, and hard to focus with the ADD and all. But, I’ll give it a whirl …
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
- ADD. I think I have it. Ya know those Bing commercials about information overload? That is totally the way my mind works. Should I be seeking professional help?
- Money. How can I make more of it?
- London. London crosses my mind a lot. I love it there. As a matter of fact th
e Camden Lock Market popped up in my dreams last night. Hmmmm, what does that mean? I did a summer internship in London while I was in college, and it was a fabulous experience. Some of my favorite movies, Sliding Doors and Notting Hill, are based in London. Did I mention, I love London. - Food. I think about lunch when I’m eating breakfast and dinner when I’m eating lunch. All kinds of foods dance around the thoughts in my head.
- My Mama and my Daddy. If you’ve been reading my blog, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I mention my parents a lot. They were special people. Even though they’re gone they’ll always be a part of me.
- Children. Will I ever have them?
- Massage. Having a massage crosses my mind A LOT. I just don’t get to have them as much as I’d like to. If I could figure out #2 then I’d have a massage twice a month.
Cupcakes & Jokes: The Way to the Heart
Today marks day three of the 10-Days Meme I’ve committed to. Though each day’s list topic may seem easy at first sight, once I type “1.” I seem to go blank. What’s with that? Sometimes the simple things are the hardest and also tell us the most about ourselves and others.
I’m so happy to see that Violet Pumpernickel is doing the same Meme on her blog. Loved reading her first day’s post! And be on the lookout for wigsbabe to start doing hers as well. Have you started yours?
And away we go with day three …
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
- Feed me cupcakes.
- Snuggle with me, a lot.
- Give me spontaneous hugs and kisses.
- Make me laugh AND laugh at my jokes.
- Write me a love letter.
- Share new adventures with me.
- Never stop trying.
- Believe in me.
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Nine Things About Me
Continuing with the 10-Days meme I started yesterday, today’s challenge is to list nine things about myself. Hmmmmm …. what to write what to write?
Well, here we go …
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
- I’m a homebody. Sure, I enjoy going out with friends and having a good time, but I can spend hours happy at home scrapbooking, crocheting, blogging, cooking, doing house projects or curled up on THE coziest couch ever watching movies or television show marathons.
I’m going to be 35 in less than two weeks. I don’t want to be 35. I didn’t have a problem turning 30. 31 I found difficult, and now, here I am coming up on the BIG 3-5. I’m gonna need a BIG cupcake.- I always thought I wanted three children, but I’m at a totally different place in my life than I thought I would be at this point. I’d be happy and grateful to be blessed with one child of my own.
- I fold my pizza when I eat it. I thought everybody did this, but apparently not.
- When I go out to eat I feel guilty ordering the same thing as any of the people I’m dining with. Getting the same thing means less yummy things to share and try.
- I get the best cries out in the shower or sitting curled up in a ball.
- My fingertips, toes and sometimes even my lips turn blue when I’m cold.
- I am a naturally born disorganized person. I crave organization, I really do. I’m just not good at it. Thankfully I have a naturally born, OCD, neat freak of a man in my life.
- I love being a homeowner but I also love to travel. It’s hard to afford the travel hobby when you own the home. I miss traveling and think about my next adventure all the time.
