Showing posts with label thinking out loud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thinking out loud. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Not a happy camper.

I was in such a good mood
correction- Thankfully I'm a good mood everyday so
I was in my everyday mood when I heard some news.

Family members. medical stuff. not good

and it just makes me sad because I just don't know what to do?
where do I go from here, how can I contribute and make something happen that is worth while?
Do I cry? Do I make you cookies?
Do I blog?

I wish these things didn't happen but is there something I can do to help you?
(is that how I should ask them)

BLAHH

I'm very much in a contemplative place right now and I just hope we can all work through this.

At the end of the day we have to keep living right? Some people get to do great and wonderful things in their lives and others are sick (or they then get to do great and wonderful things while being sick)

I'm just going to offer my help, say I'm sorry, be there, hope for the best.

Pray to...science(?) that they can figure it out and start a blanket because I'll take my cues from southern women who, come hell or high water, have some fantastic quilts, yummy food, and a hand a hold when shit gets tough.

Friday, January 14, 2011

I'm not a lady

Whenever anyone uses the word lady to describe someone else I instantly think of Audrey Hepburn. To me she is the epitome of what a lady is and when someone uses that descriptor I compare that person to Audrey.

If we are making comparisons to Audrey I sure don't make it to the cut of lady.
I don't dress up every day. I actually almost never dress up.
I burp and say bad words
I tickle Ross and say unlady like things.
I drink and I let loose unlike a lady.
I scare kitties.

I sat down next to Ross and told him that sadly I'm not a lady.
He said "you're enough of a lady" and that makes sense to me.

I feel that need to look pretty and be polite and nice but I love that freedom to be brave, wild and crude. Ross gives me that freedom, I give myself that freedom to do stupid things and dress in pjs all day if it pleases me. I can fix cars or bake cookies or make a mess or sleep in till afternoon and that is okay. I'm a lady enough. I don't stress myself out trying to be anything more than me and sometimes I just have to remember that is good enough.