For the Criminally Inane

For the Criminally Inane

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Be Grateful for the Little Things

I think one of my  most favorite things in the whole world is seeing a baby's face fresh and clean from a bath.  I love the shine of the cheeks, the eye lashes clumped together in an organic mascara.  I am so grateful I can stay home and enjoy the "little things" in life.  Honestly, I'm having a tear-jerking week and it's only Tuesday.  But I'm trying so hard to meet these challenges with faith and hope and not get bogged down by things out of my control. 

Little things I'm grateful for today:
--baby giggles
--a toilet trained son
--my son's smiles, they really do lift my day
--the word REMEMBER. I love John Barry's quote:  God gave us memories so that we can have June roses in the December of our lives.  We all hit lows, we can all look back at the time when God has shown his mercy and remember that we are not alone.
--Costco pizza, because that's what we're having for dinner tonight and I don't have to cook
--compassion, because it makes suffering worth it to understand other people and to lighten their burden
--anything that makes me laugh.  I am a almost daily reader of the comics, I love reading them, it makes me happy.

Anyway, I know there are people out there going through some really hard things, harder than my week, for sure.  This is just my way to make sure I don't let my trials overcome me.  I hope you have a way to keep life from getting the best of you.  If you'd like to share what you're grateful for or ways to keep discouragement at bay, I'd love to hear it.



Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Corduroy weigh-in

Once when I was in college, I was at the high tide of a laundry pile and completely desperate for an outfit.  Buried in my drawer, was a pair of hand-me-down off-white corduroy pants, you know the kind with pleats in the front, that would make Kate Moss look obese.  I slid them on, silently praying not to run into the hot guy I had a crush on.  Well, it just so happens, that I did run into him and--get this!--he thought my cords were, ok, are you ready for this?  He thought they were s-e-x-x-y.  At the time, I thought he was kidding, as it was hard to take almost anything he said seriously and eventually I got rid of the pants.  Years later, I was telling my hubby this story and he agreed with the then-crush.  What?  Cords are hot?  Really?  Cuz, like, I don't feel very hot in them.  Maybe it's the extra millimeters of fabric on the my thighs (where I least need bulk) or maybe it's the swishing sound they make when I walk.  Everything about cords scream FRUMPY!  But maybe I'm wrong.  Are cords hot?