Just Me and My World

Ok, so no one missed anything extraordinary. I have been productive this weekend. I comletely cleaned the laundry room, and then today I decided to move some minor furniture around and organize the shoes in the house. Now that may not sound like a big deal, but yes, I have more shoes than closet room. (Are you suprised I showcase shoes on my blog?)

Everyone should be proud, a good size bag of shoes are being donated to good will. Yes, I am letting some of them go! So for the hell of it I decided to count how many pairs of shoes are in my house. (this of course after I bagged the ones I no longer wanted!) In my house there are 106 pairs of shoes! When I told Daniel the number of shoes (thats 212 shoes total!!) His response was, “Well baby I am sure people have more than that!” (He’s very supportive in my shoe habit.)

I just had to share that number with everyone, so please feel free to count how many pairs of shoes you have in your house and share with me… I am now curious, and I am sure nothing astounding will come out of knowing that I have 106 pairs of shoes, other than knowing it’s highly unlikely that you will ever see me barefoot, if we do in fact meet.

Nothing large otherwise, the closet thing took several hours. I read a magazine, which I found some good info I plan to post in my blog… just not tonight, yup I am sleepy. So back to HBO, and to quote a line I heard in a movie earlier today…

When life hands you lemons, say fuck lemons!

–Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Throughout the day there is no telling how many random thoughts run through your mind. I can be working on something and stop and think, “Shit! I need to get some milk.” Other days it is like you are plagued with serious thoughts. Some things cannot be explained and sometimes you are thinking when you don’t even know you are thinking. (which explains anxiety attacks, out of nowhere… your chest seizes up!)

I started typing this post with no real direction. I clicked add post and then whatever my fingers typed was obviously what I was thinking. I have a lot going on in my life right now, most of which is unnecessary. So, I have been thinking about the people that I try to help, and how I am neglecting myself in the process.

I am the type of person that would gladly help everyone and try to save the world single-handedly if I could. Which is funny because I am also a major bitch, such a bitch that sometimes I don’t even know I am being bitchy. Luckily, my friends love my bitchy qualities.

So why do I let people take advantage of my help, and why do I think about it while I am just trying to work, or relax? Why are people not able to stop thinking about things when they want too? Why! Why! Why! (Hey, you reading this, do you know why?)

I think I have such a strong desire in my studies of Psychology and Behavioral Analysis because I want to know why people act like they do, or why do certain people react to situations in certain ways. I want to know, everything… about anything… I love that my mind thinks… right now I am thinking about how clean Shauna’s car was at lunch (Shot out to Shauna, who usually has an extremely messy car!)

Why are we so random? Or is it just me, I know I am manic, but if you are agreeing with me, you must be manic too! Stop for a minute, and think, while you are reading this what else are you thinking about? Why?

Please any insight you would like to share would be awesome, lol! I think it is important to sometimes stop and wonder about the less important things in life!

This may piss some people off, but honestly, I do not care. Why do you have all these special limitations to get a freakin’ drivers license, yet any asshole can have children. I think that this is unfair, and it leaves the world full of children that are destined to grow up with psychological problems. If you constantly think of yourself, don’t have kids! If you cannot follow simple responsibilities, which will end your kid up in the system, then why didn’t you get a f&%@$ing puppy, at least when you get overwhelmed with the situation you can go ahead and drop it off at the pound or give it away, like the rest of the irresponsible population.

I am a mother, and yes my kids can piss me off, and yes I do yell sometimes, and no I haven’t mastered patience yet, but you better believe no matter what my kids come first. All their needs are met and if there is something that comes up that is crucial to them or our family I am on top of it.

If your kid doesn’t have shoes that fit, but you have a pack of cigarettes or a beer, get a F@$%ing grip, you don’t need that shit, take care of your child, get a job, do something, please! If I bust my ass to support my family, work, go to school and some, why can’t you do something, anything… work or take care of your kid, hold up your parental responsibilities. No one said raising kids is easy, so stop having them.

Yes, right now I am pissed! Irritated as hell… I cannot respect irresponsible parents, because stop for one minute and think, what are your actions doing to your child? I am not perfect, but I always strive to do better… and I know that I would give up anything to make sure that my children wanted for nothing, so it pains me when there are parents out here that do things for themselves, and there is a child somewhere in the dark feeling empty.

Please think about this… and go to my help tab and click to help a child… in honor of this situation that is true now, and will continue to be true.

“If every person did something to help one child, big or small, think of how many children might have a ray of hope in their life…”  –By Me!