Oh eat it!

I really hate watching Oprah yet I find myself doing it almost daily. The most recent was a show that was about women who were over weight. These women had done gastric bypass surgery, got thin and became alcoholics. She said they did so because in getting thin (the surgery) they had not dealt with whatever the painful source of their overeating was and the drinking replaced the eating. 

“There is ALWAYS a reason a person is fat having nothing to do with food” she says. Yes I guess I can see that for most but I have searched and searched and all of my problems stem from my being fat, which comes from eating crap.  

I was never sexually molested, or raped or abused. I have made my fair share of poor sexual choices but trust me I was fully aware of all of them.I had two loving parents that loved and still love me. A supportive extended family. Etc. 

Most my current problems are due to being over weight. 

Then I got to thinking, what really classifies as a problem? Am I obsessive? Yes Am I somewhat controlling? Yes Am I emotional? Yes Am I a people pleaser? Yes 

I don’t look at these things as a problem but as my personality.  I could no sooner change my eye color from blue to brown then to change these things, whether I am fat or thin this is the person I am. Do I work on the things I believe need improving? Yes everyday, all the time in fact. Not because I have some deep dark secret but because as I age I become more mature and grow as a person. So when I am all done with my improving will I just one day eat healthier, exercise and become thin?  

I recently had an evening out with friends. One girl attended that it is not a secret that we mutually don’t care for one another. I’m not sure why it just has always been that way. Well the group got into a discussion and by the end of it this girl and I found we had a lot in common and both wondered why we are not better friends. I left that evening with a wonderful feeling, not that this girl and I will become great friends but we found a middle ground. I like middle ground; it’s a place where two people can both be happy giving a little and getting a little. I hope this girl and I can continue to become better friends. ~Again growing as a person…. Having nothing to do with being fat. So Oprah I don’t know about you but I just like cheesecake. (and pizza, fries, cookies, cheese, chips………..)           

Sometimes we all just need a hug

I want to share this video with you

Video Description:

Sometimes, a hug is all what we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann, A man whos sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives.In this age of social disconnectivity and lack of human contact, the effects of the Free Hugs campaign became phenomenal.As this symbol of human hope spread accross the city, police and officials ordered the Free Hugs campaign BANNED. What we then witness is the true spirit of humanity come together in what can only be described as awe inspiring.In the Spirit of the free hugs campaign, PASS THIS TO A FRIEND and HUG A STRANGER! After all, If you can reach just one person…Music by Sick Puppies. (Visit http://sickpuppies.net or http://myspace.com/sickpuppies for the music)
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PS. The response to this video has been nothing short of overwhelming and touching. Hugs to every single one of you who messaged. There has been thousands of emails from all over the world by people seeking to participate in the Free Hugs campaign and asking for permission. You do not need permission. This is the peoples movement, this is *your* movement. With nothing but your bare hands you can make THE difference.

Imagine all the people.

Dance even when people are watching.

Before I met my DH I had a roommate, Laura. She grew up in
Texas and one day decided she wanted something new and got in her truck and drove away. She drove away from everything she knew and everyone who loved her with only one suitcase and a pillow. She drove until she ran out of money, which happened in
Tampa. Around the same time I was looking for a roommate and had put up ads in varies place ISO. Laura knocked on my door one day just around this time of year with about $50.00 and said she had no more money but would be looking for a job in the morning and would have the rest I was asking for shortly (I was asking $200.00 a month plus utilities). I for some reason believed her and helped her in her new room with her suitcase and pillow. She was true to her word and lived with me for two years, never once missing rent. The first year she slept on my parent air mattress with a lamp on the floor. She got a job at the zoo, she loved animals big and small…. even bugs. She was a good friend, we went dancing together, we kicked out at least two other crazy roommates that came and went (we lived in a three bedroom house). One of whom did a witchcraft spell on us and stole more things then I can even remember. We stayed up all night sometimes and just had a good friendship. I haven’t spoken to her since I got married and she moved out and drove away. I thought of her today when I heard a song we both loved and I danced in my kitchen with my children giggling at me. Wherever you are Laura I hope you found what you were searching for.           

kick this

Today we did a free sample class at the indoor soccer place. JM loved it. He was kicking and running and doing all things boy. MD was wondering while her peers were kicking and running and doing all things kids like to do, all kids unless you are MD. Anyway I had to laugh as my son is just bubbling with soccer love at the cha cheng sound that his enthusiasm must have brought to the coaches ears because after hearing it was about $170 for 12 weeks I decided that the dreams of my son ever becoming a champion soccer player were dead. I’ll consider the community less organized, coach by a grandma and much cheaper classes if he continues to chirp in my ear about soccer. Why is this crap so costly?

Who are you? I know who i am.

So much of my time is spent redoing tasks that have already been done; picking up toys, putting books on the shelf, sweeping up the floor, flushing the toilet before I use it. I am always asking why is this already a mess? How come this floor is covered with toys and crumbs? It seems there is never enough. Not enough money, not enough time, not enough attention to go around. What is it that I am so busy with?  I find myself questioning what is really important to me. What is making me happy or unhappy? What is it that is motivating me to be on the road I am on? Sometimes I wish I could just unplug. Some of the things that fill my days aren’t what is important. My children are. My husband is. My friends are.

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