I got just one life in a world that keeps on pushin’ me around…

Originally posted on The Self-Actualized Life:
https://youtu.be/nvlTJrNJ5lA But I’ll stand my ground. And I won’t back down- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Day 2 of the list is to talk about three fears we have and how they came to be. My mother told me once that a cousin of mine told her she was obsessed with the fear of death that she would spend hours worrying about how she, her husband, or her children could die. I thought, what a terrible thing to have to live with and it just broke my heart. Personally, I don’t think about when/if/…

I Want Your Attention but Stop Looking at Me!

Hello to you all!  This is a piece that has been written a couple of different ways and has been very difficult to finish.  I tried to explain my head space about this in a previous post and it was really difficult to pick up and continue with how I had originally started. I hope it doesn’t come off too rambling! I want to give a big thank you to everyone who voted on the survey I created about a week ago, voting on what my next post should be. I appreciate you taking the time to participate! You.  Yeah…

That One Day I Talked to My Shoes

I finally found the time to run out into the world and buy myself a new pair of running shoes.  Not walking shoes or trainers, but straight up running shoes.  Why? Because I hope to someday not be so fat that I no longer have the capability of keeping up with my ten year old child.  Someone out there might be thinking, “A new pair of running shoes?” as if they couldn’t possibly picture me doing anything more athletic than walking my dog (slowly) around the block and I, quite honestly, couldn’t blame them for thinking that.  I don’t exactly live…

Bite Me

Twice a year I find myself engaged in one of the most uncomfortable activities known to man or womanhood—getting my teeth cleaned.  Even though my head knows that it is something that has to be done in order to remain healthy, I find myself fighting over the very idea of making that trip to my dentist’s office.  It would seem more normal to say that I don’t want to go because I’m afraid of the drill, or that I’d just rather jam a toothpick in my gums rather than bite on that obnoxious piece of plastic when I’m taking x-rays,…

Manic Monday (aka I’m Too Old for This S***)

My mornings actually start at night. I cherish my time alone when the boys are asleep so much that I am willing to stay up until almost 2 o’clock in the morning on a work night. I will set up shop on my couch, watch at least one episode of Colbert or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, take a quick ½ hour nap, eat a bowl (or two) of ice cream and then pretend I’m getting into shape by squeezing an hour on my elliptical while watching Fifty Shades of Grey. (Okay, I’m actually working out, but I’m not sure it counts…

Vacations Give the Loveliest Headaches

A vacation is an adventure that always starts off so exciting with thoughts of perfect travel, exciting experiences and wonderful fresh food that surely await me when I get to my point of destination–in this case, the Big Island of Hawaii. Getting to sleep the night before leaving is one big giant game to be played between myself and myself, trying to convince my excited brain that if I don’t go to sleep right now, I am going to be a miserable crab the next morning.  Sometimes my brain gives me a break and lets me go, but more often…

Mini Musings—Thank Goodness I Have My Words

As I was wasting my life away on that time suck that is facebook, I came across a meme/photo/thing that describes me pretty well: I’m pretty quick to pass on different curiosities that cross my beloved laptop screen, but this one sort of stopped me in my tracks.  Its succinctness in describing my life can only be described as miraculous.  Now don’t get me wrong, you can’t really shut me up once I get going verbally, but when I get a keyboard in front of me we’re talking about a whole new dimension. My job as a children’s librarian requires…

Expectations = PreMeditated Resentments

Originally posted on along the side of the road:
? Ever order a steak in a restaurant as medium-rare and it gets served to you as well done? Ever ask your teen in the morning to do the dishes and come home from work and they’re not done? Ever go to drive somewhere and it takes you twice as long because of construction? Ever do tons of exercise and get on the scale 2 weeks later to find the numbers haven’t budged? Ever go to your doctor for a routine wax cleanout and leave with a surgery date in hand?…

When Expectations Hit the Fan—A Tale of Two Dressing Rooms

And so It Begins–A Tale of Two Dressing Rooms (Part One) Continued… After spending a few minutes looking for someone that looked like they had keys on them, I (sheepishly) realized that the door to the dressing room was unlocked.  I mentally slapped myself upside the head and continued with the task I had set myself up for—complete thrift store domination.  The signs said five items per room and I said, “Kiss my grits.” I shoved all of my precious items inside of the dressing room, hoarding like I was Gollum.  I have this irrational (or maybe all too real)…

And so It Begins–A Tale of Two Dressing Rooms

Isn’t it amazing how quickly a day can change from one of the smoothest experiences you’ve ever had to the biggest downer of the century? Actually, I bet it’s not that amazing because I’m guessing that most of us have those kinds of days several times a month.  Maybe more.  And if you don’t, we need to have a chat, because I need to learn your every secret. You have evidently mastered life and I must emulate you in every way possible. I hope to someday become one of you. But until then, I must dwell in the land of mediocrity…