This world is frightening ... utterly frightening. I am reminded often that there is little hope for humanity. In Boston, families are morning the dismemberment &/or lose of their loved ones due to a senseless act of cruelty. A marathon, full of happy people, running for one reason or another ... and some psychotic terrorist (not confirmed) has not one, but two, pressure cooker bombs explode at the finish line... twice the mayhem. Ridiculous. I don't want to feel this but I do ... I hope they catch the crazed fool(s) & blow them up. Why can't everyone just get along? I work in an environment that I often make that exact statement "why can't everyone just get along?" and I get the same response "without it, we wouldn't have jobs" ... hey, I'm okay with that! Not that I'm okay with not having a job, but seriously, I'm okay with the fact that people would get along & there wouldn't be reason to have trials over some petty bull larky like someone trespassing on property, or someone's baby mama took something that wasn't theirs and pawned it for money that was used to buy drugs rather than clothe their child, etc. I'm seriously okay with a world without that mess. However, unfortunately, we don't live in that world & after acts that was committed today & acts that have been committed like this for centuries, I'm realizing that the only way to achieve a life such as that is to move to, or start, a commune. I'm completely fed up with unnecessary drama, unnecessary violence & unnecessary cruelty. I don't know where all the problems started or what to do to fix it ... all I know is that it's there & it grates my nerves like none other. I see the worst of the worst on many occasions, and if I don't see it, I'm hearing about it ... and it will literally make you run home & hug your babies or want to go home & hide in your house with a loaded gun, just waiting for the next cracked out guy/gal to try to use your house as a way for them to get their next fix. I pray, often, that God will take these matters into his hands & will help it cease to exist ... but I'm reminded that the last time the world got like this, he flooded the Earth, only leaving one family behind (well, & one male and one female of every animal) but he promised to never do that again - so what will he do? Because we all know he isn't going to take much more of this crap. At least, I imagine he won't ... ... shoot, maybe he's already started the elimination process. Maybe he's responsible for global warming?! All I know, is today's senseless act is gut wrenching ... literally makes me sick to my stomach ... and I hope that justice is served & these guys/gals find their place in a very fiery hot & humid environment ... just sayin'. I don't want to think like that, but it is what it is ... and I've thought it, therefore, I've shared it. Do unto others, as you would have them do to you ... but in this instance, do unto others, as they have done to you.
(Shake #10: Hammurabi's code would be strongly warranted in many situations, but especially in today's case.)
Monday, April 15, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Keeping it real
(Shake #9: Life is unscripted & meant to be self written)
It's the way of a blogger, to release via post... so, here I go ... today, I am a pressure cooker & in need of releasing some steam. I am so annoyed by constant pain. I know things happen for a reason, but for the love of life, I have no idea what I did for karma to get me back like this. At first I thought it was a way for me to slow down, take life a little less serious & quit going so much ... but now I'm wondering if it's a ploy to test the way I deal with stressful situations (just so you guys know, I'm failing miserably lately). My patience is running thin, my psyche has taken a big hit & my husband is my punching bag (not physically, luckily). It's the results I was trying to avoid, but 6+ weeks into the injury & 4+ weeks post surgery - I am struggling. I don't typically compare myself to anyone, but right now - thinking of others dealing with much worse situations makes me humble & embarrassed to let this get to me. There are so many other things far worse than my petty little bum foot - some wonderful people I know have missing limbs & they're rockin' it out all day, every day like it's no big deal. Some people I know have children that they wish they could see have a broken foot (not literally, but you know ... children that they wish could just up & walk & live life recklessly & foolishly - like kids do). I clearly battle self pity parties, for sure ... and often times I quickly escape my pity parties unscathed. However, the fact that I look at my 1 year old son ... and realize that even he knows he has to bring me my metal legs (crutches) in order for me to do anything for him, is kinda sad to me. He (Mr. Independant himself) grunts to pick up the crutches & struggles to bring them over to me (goodness, don't try to help him, he'll show you he means business when he wants to do something by himself) ... then once he hands them to me, he'll motion for me to stand up by squatting & standing straight up repeatedly (it's actually really cute to witness, but also sad because he knows that's the only way Mom can get around). I know ... I need to get it together ... it isn't that bad (trust me, I get that) but you have to remember that I've never been faced with a challenge like this, so please, let me express my frustration without shunning me. I don't like taking meds repeatedly & extensively but in order to have little discomfort, I have to pop meds often. I don't dig that. I am very much ready to rid myself of necessary medication & rid myself of these crutches & get my tennis shoes out & take this show on the road. I have never wanted to run so bad in my whole life. Mark my words, once I'm able to get back in shoes & run ... I will run like a big, bad monster is chasing me ... & I may even flare my arms like a loon, scream like a wild man & possibly even skip occasionally. So, if you see me doing this ... just clap & give me a thumbs up OR join me ... it'll be fun. As for now, I'm going to pop another narcotic & an ibuprofen & wait til it kicks in - then I can sleep. Ta Ta for now.
It's the way of a blogger, to release via post... so, here I go ... today, I am a pressure cooker & in need of releasing some steam. I am so annoyed by constant pain. I know things happen for a reason, but for the love of life, I have no idea what I did for karma to get me back like this. At first I thought it was a way for me to slow down, take life a little less serious & quit going so much ... but now I'm wondering if it's a ploy to test the way I deal with stressful situations (just so you guys know, I'm failing miserably lately). My patience is running thin, my psyche has taken a big hit & my husband is my punching bag (not physically, luckily). It's the results I was trying to avoid, but 6+ weeks into the injury & 4+ weeks post surgery - I am struggling. I don't typically compare myself to anyone, but right now - thinking of others dealing with much worse situations makes me humble & embarrassed to let this get to me. There are so many other things far worse than my petty little bum foot - some wonderful people I know have missing limbs & they're rockin' it out all day, every day like it's no big deal. Some people I know have children that they wish they could see have a broken foot (not literally, but you know ... children that they wish could just up & walk & live life recklessly & foolishly - like kids do). I clearly battle self pity parties, for sure ... and often times I quickly escape my pity parties unscathed. However, the fact that I look at my 1 year old son ... and realize that even he knows he has to bring me my metal legs (crutches) in order for me to do anything for him, is kinda sad to me. He (Mr. Independant himself) grunts to pick up the crutches & struggles to bring them over to me (goodness, don't try to help him, he'll show you he means business when he wants to do something by himself) ... then once he hands them to me, he'll motion for me to stand up by squatting & standing straight up repeatedly (it's actually really cute to witness, but also sad because he knows that's the only way Mom can get around). I know ... I need to get it together ... it isn't that bad (trust me, I get that) but you have to remember that I've never been faced with a challenge like this, so please, let me express my frustration without shunning me. I don't like taking meds repeatedly & extensively but in order to have little discomfort, I have to pop meds often. I don't dig that. I am very much ready to rid myself of necessary medication & rid myself of these crutches & get my tennis shoes out & take this show on the road. I have never wanted to run so bad in my whole life. Mark my words, once I'm able to get back in shoes & run ... I will run like a big, bad monster is chasing me ... & I may even flare my arms like a loon, scream like a wild man & possibly even skip occasionally. So, if you see me doing this ... just clap & give me a thumbs up OR join me ... it'll be fun. As for now, I'm going to pop another narcotic & an ibuprofen & wait til it kicks in - then I can sleep. Ta Ta for now.
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