Hey kids,
So I am approaching the "anniversary" of the beginning of this blog. A lot has happened and yet at the same time nothing has happened.
There were some real sad days in saying good bye to my uncle as well as a good friend of my family. I also said good bye to a young girl that was hit by a car and killed. Although I personally didn't know her, I watched her parents say good-bye and wonder how they had the strength to even dress. They were such strong people that I just couldn't help admire and have such heartbreak for. My nephew was a good friend of this girl and I watched this young child say good-bye to yet another special person in his life. It was hard to see him shed tears yet again. He was asked to be a pallbearer and it made my heart proud to watch him take on such a hard task with strength that he drew only from his sincere love for his friend taken so suddenly and so unfairly. As the days since her death I often think of her parents and wonder how they are and how the siblings of this little girl. There are some things in life that we will never have answers to and this is one that will forever make me question why.
I watched my son take on changes both good and bad (problem with his health) and watched him handle it all as the man that he is. It was hard not to take charge and allow him to do what he needed and make his own decisions. For all you parents of young ones, enjoy the time. I know you have heard this and are very sick of hearing it. As they get older some of the parenting takes on a new and exciting change, like finally being able to be their friend and get to know them as adults and in turn them getting to know and understand you too are only human. And really getting to know you the person warts and all and really liking each other and enjoy hanging together. I remember one night after a family wedding being at the bar with my son and it just felt so weird but there was part that I enjoyed just being there and getting silly together. However, there is the hard part of no longer being able to hold them on your lap and make their problems go away. Kiss the boo-boo's, know they are safe at all time because they are always with you, even tucking them is no longer needed as they usually go to bed later than you. He is an adult and although it makes me crazy that he doesn't need me to help make decisions or just about anything anymore, I am proud of the gentle, caring, outgoing, talented, motivated man he has become. I pray for his health (as I do for my other children) and pray that he continues to make good decisions and that he has the happily ever after kind of life.
I do know of some successes from this blog although they weren't able to post on here, trust me they exist. My wish for the next year is that we become more vocal and that many of you share your dreams. The only way this can become a reality is if you let them be known. You never know who might be reading and if they are in a position to help you. Even if nobody is reading and there is no help out there for you, you can make it happen just by being accountable by putting it out there. Don't dream it, folks,, make it happen. I did not as of yet get a column although I came very close and they truly liked my idea. I am still keeping the idea to myself in case I want to pursue another paper. What I can share is my photography although small steps actually did take some steps. I made the calendar with one large picture and one small picture, I have a store that is selling my pictures (2 of which sold.)I still cannot believe somebody walked into that store saw my photograph and bought it, that is so unreal to me. Plus a gallery that chose me as an artist choice and is actually going to hang my picture up in the gallery. Hey, maybe its not the MOMA but it is a dream come true non the less and in my world it might as well be the MOMA. Dare I say, I was proud of myself and it felt good to hear them refer to me as an artist and photographer and told me straight out that I can and should refer to myself as both. What felt great was having both my girls there when I got the news and see them smile when I was told that. Maybe its a sideliner attitude but the fact that they were proud of me means the most. As a lifeliner or lifeliner in training the fact that I had the balls to go to the gallery in the first place is awesome.
Sideliners I beg of you to come off the sidelines and open up and go after your dreams. Even if you do it anonymously (that is on here, eventually you have to say who you are if someone can help you). It doesn't matter how you do it, just do it and allow me or anyone else that may be reading to not only support you but cheer for you. You are the cheerleader and now its your turn to be cheered for.
In closing I will update you on a few other things discussed over the past few years. Time for TMI on the t.p. issue. I stand by my thought on that its a conspiracy because every time I go in there the t.p. either has only square on NONE. Hello, I have to ask again, do you not see that you left nothing for the next person? OMG, get a new role people!! The laundry for the most part I have been winning but just when I think I won the war, there is the basket that remains "unnoticed", the drink container put back empty, you can really feel the attitude lurking in the air, my childrens voices saying, " at least I put back". And I definitely lost the battle of bringing the dirty laundry to, I don't know, lets say a HAMPER. Nope not happening although I have not giving up on winning that one too.
Well, this seems to be taking on a life of its own and way too long, so I am going to stop here. I will update more on the year anniversary and truly hoping that I will have something wonderful to report. OK, my followers, lets hear from you already. And not by inboxing me (although that is always OK) but really want to hear from you on here. So lets have it
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Important public facebook notice
To my dear, dear, facebooks parents, aunts and uncles;
Actually let me address this to anyone over the age of 30. Please allow me to help you help yourself. Being the parent or aunt of many older children I am going to list a basic FB (facebook) guideline. For heavens sake people please head the advice here and follow these simple rules or guidelines.
1. Your children do not think its cute when you post pictures of them as little children and make mushy comments about them.
2. If you are friends with them and or their friends, please refrain from commenting on their pictures and status' on a regular basis. Yes, indeed there are a few times where you have some tidbit you may want to add and hell with them, they friended you you friended them and they accepted, that opens them up to our comments from time to time. HOWEVER, please refrain from making cute little comments and basic stalking and commenting like you are one of the kids.
3. We all love and adore our children; posting your undying love and devotion does not make you a better parent. Yes, birthdays, etc go along with the exception to the rule but we need not advertise their every movement on our status'. For the most part we still live with our kids and can just turn and tell them in private how proud we are and from what I hear them say they prefer that.
EXCEPTION to the that rule: if they had a big success, sickness, moved into their own place, became engaged, etc. post away. I just urge you to check with said child and make sure they are ready for the world at large to be privy to this information.
4. Please, please hear me when I say do not post on their love lives. Good or bad, keep it behind closed doors, for the love of God, keep it private. Trust me they do not think its cute that you let everyone know your heart breaks that their heart is broke, etc.
5. The sexy self portraits with the perched lips are not attractive on the young girls what the hell makes you think it looks good when you do it? Seriously, no matter what the age, you look ridiculous. Do you remember when you were a teen or in your twenties and you would go over your friends house with the "cool" parent? Did you really think they were cool? Not so much, right? Look we have a right to go out and have fun all I am saying on behalf of what I have heard over and over again is the status' that read oh yeah going and getting hammered/drunk/ladies going wild, etc are laughed at. They don't think we are cool, they think you are silly.
6. When did everyone become a philosopher? Stop with the daily quotes that you don't live by, yes you are well versed, wonderful.
7. We need not know your every move or thought; taking shower, laundry, shopping then picking up kids, cooking, etc; we don't care what you are sick of, who you are mad at, what you are mad at, what you think of the weather, etc. Blogs are for an opinion not status'. I don't want to go on my home page or go to my email account and be bombarded with notifications on everyone that thinks they are saving the world with their every thought and using quotes to get the message out. If someone wants to know what you think they will read your blog and if it doesn't interest them, they will move on. If they liked it, didn't like they will leave a response telling you. Leave a status for mass messages or the from time to time tidbit stories. If you can make us chuckle, by all means write it up on the status.
OK, most of this I am just messing around but to be honest a lot of it not so much. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard the younger generation be disgusted with our invasion of FB and what is worse the invasion of their pages with embarrassing parent comments. I too have made these FB mistakes but after being made aware, have made necessary changes. I have been put in my fb place and have stayed there. I do have to say I personally enjoy the people who have a daily kind word or an inspiration start to the day. Its nice to see someone that is upbeat and writing age appropriate status'.
This has been a public service announcement on behalf of the 20 somethings and younger. Stay tuned for the public service announcement that will be addressed to the 20 somethings and younger on behalf of us the "OLD" folks that by the way isn't so old and creeps up on you before you know it. So watch what you say about us because you will be here soon enough.
Actually let me address this to anyone over the age of 30. Please allow me to help you help yourself. Being the parent or aunt of many older children I am going to list a basic FB (facebook) guideline. For heavens sake people please head the advice here and follow these simple rules or guidelines.
1. Your children do not think its cute when you post pictures of them as little children and make mushy comments about them.
2. If you are friends with them and or their friends, please refrain from commenting on their pictures and status' on a regular basis. Yes, indeed there are a few times where you have some tidbit you may want to add and hell with them, they friended you you friended them and they accepted, that opens them up to our comments from time to time. HOWEVER, please refrain from making cute little comments and basic stalking and commenting like you are one of the kids.
3. We all love and adore our children; posting your undying love and devotion does not make you a better parent. Yes, birthdays, etc go along with the exception to the rule but we need not advertise their every movement on our status'. For the most part we still live with our kids and can just turn and tell them in private how proud we are and from what I hear them say they prefer that.
EXCEPTION to the that rule: if they had a big success, sickness, moved into their own place, became engaged, etc. post away. I just urge you to check with said child and make sure they are ready for the world at large to be privy to this information.
4. Please, please hear me when I say do not post on their love lives. Good or bad, keep it behind closed doors, for the love of God, keep it private. Trust me they do not think its cute that you let everyone know your heart breaks that their heart is broke, etc.
5. The sexy self portraits with the perched lips are not attractive on the young girls what the hell makes you think it looks good when you do it? Seriously, no matter what the age, you look ridiculous. Do you remember when you were a teen or in your twenties and you would go over your friends house with the "cool" parent? Did you really think they were cool? Not so much, right? Look we have a right to go out and have fun all I am saying on behalf of what I have heard over and over again is the status' that read oh yeah going and getting hammered/drunk/ladies going wild, etc are laughed at. They don't think we are cool, they think you are silly.
6. When did everyone become a philosopher? Stop with the daily quotes that you don't live by, yes you are well versed, wonderful.
7. We need not know your every move or thought; taking shower, laundry, shopping then picking up kids, cooking, etc; we don't care what you are sick of, who you are mad at, what you are mad at, what you think of the weather, etc. Blogs are for an opinion not status'. I don't want to go on my home page or go to my email account and be bombarded with notifications on everyone that thinks they are saving the world with their every thought and using quotes to get the message out. If someone wants to know what you think they will read your blog and if it doesn't interest them, they will move on. If they liked it, didn't like they will leave a response telling you. Leave a status for mass messages or the from time to time tidbit stories. If you can make us chuckle, by all means write it up on the status.
OK, most of this I am just messing around but to be honest a lot of it not so much. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard the younger generation be disgusted with our invasion of FB and what is worse the invasion of their pages with embarrassing parent comments. I too have made these FB mistakes but after being made aware, have made necessary changes. I have been put in my fb place and have stayed there. I do have to say I personally enjoy the people who have a daily kind word or an inspiration start to the day. Its nice to see someone that is upbeat and writing age appropriate status'.
This has been a public service announcement on behalf of the 20 somethings and younger. Stay tuned for the public service announcement that will be addressed to the 20 somethings and younger on behalf of us the "OLD" folks that by the way isn't so old and creeps up on you before you know it. So watch what you say about us because you will be here soon enough.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Yay, another follower
hey kids,
I would like to welcome our newest follower, Karen. OK, so everyone all at once say hi to Karen, ready, HIIII Karen.
I would like to welcome our newest follower, Karen. OK, so everyone all at once say hi to Karen, ready, HIIII Karen.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Random thoughts
Do nice guys really finish last?
That was a question that was kind of asked to me tonight. To be honest, I'm not sure that my answer was accurate, so now I'm up going over it in my head. And I have to say, although I said the opposite of what I am feeling now, I have to say it does seem that we as a whole tend to be nicer to people that aren't kind. Why? I know I asked this in another post some time ago but honestly, why is that?
I didn't think nice guys finished last and that is what my answer was, I think I believe that. Although it does seem the other side of the argument has a pretty good case as well. If anyone is in fact reading this, now would be a good time to chime in. Do nice guys finish last?
On another note, the conspiracy to ensure that I never have more than one square is still going strong. Honestly, I know this is TMI but even when out in public, I check it looks good and to my dismay there really does seem to be a conspiracy.
Maybe it's a trade off for the laundry, which by the way, I seem to be winning. I wasn't really looking for a trade off, I wanted a full out win on something for God's sake but as of now a trade off it is.
On a final more personal note (sounds odd coming from a person that just told anyone reading this about the toilet paper issue) happy anniversary to my wonderful husband. You changed my life for the better the day I met you and continue to do so every day. I am truly blessed to have such a supportive, loving and hard working partner and friend. You have loved me and stood by me through so much. We've definitely been tested more then once but I wouldn't have wanted to go through the stuff with anyone but you. Thanks for the everything, the craziness, the laughs, the getting me and as I already said the support and understanding but mostly the unconditional love that for whatever reason you keep bringing to me. I love you dearly and forever, you 7-11 coffee loving, bad taste in music, squirrel chasing freak. Who also happens to be the one person I'm sure is reading this because you support me in everything I do and God love you, always thinks what I do great. And that is why you are and will always remain my love of a lifetime xoxo
For anyone else reading, sorry I know you want to go vomit right now. My pictures of up in the store, now I hope someone, anyone will buy at least one. Wish me luck, sideliners this is for all of us.
That was a question that was kind of asked to me tonight. To be honest, I'm not sure that my answer was accurate, so now I'm up going over it in my head. And I have to say, although I said the opposite of what I am feeling now, I have to say it does seem that we as a whole tend to be nicer to people that aren't kind. Why? I know I asked this in another post some time ago but honestly, why is that?
I didn't think nice guys finished last and that is what my answer was, I think I believe that. Although it does seem the other side of the argument has a pretty good case as well. If anyone is in fact reading this, now would be a good time to chime in. Do nice guys finish last?
On another note, the conspiracy to ensure that I never have more than one square is still going strong. Honestly, I know this is TMI but even when out in public, I check it looks good and to my dismay there really does seem to be a conspiracy.
Maybe it's a trade off for the laundry, which by the way, I seem to be winning. I wasn't really looking for a trade off, I wanted a full out win on something for God's sake but as of now a trade off it is.
On a final more personal note (sounds odd coming from a person that just told anyone reading this about the toilet paper issue) happy anniversary to my wonderful husband. You changed my life for the better the day I met you and continue to do so every day. I am truly blessed to have such a supportive, loving and hard working partner and friend. You have loved me and stood by me through so much. We've definitely been tested more then once but I wouldn't have wanted to go through the stuff with anyone but you. Thanks for the everything, the craziness, the laughs, the getting me and as I already said the support and understanding but mostly the unconditional love that for whatever reason you keep bringing to me. I love you dearly and forever, you 7-11 coffee loving, bad taste in music, squirrel chasing freak. Who also happens to be the one person I'm sure is reading this because you support me in everything I do and God love you, always thinks what I do great. And that is why you are and will always remain my love of a lifetime xoxo
For anyone else reading, sorry I know you want to go vomit right now. My pictures of up in the store, now I hope someone, anyone will buy at least one. Wish me luck, sideliners this is for all of us.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sideliners....I have news!!!
So, I have news for all us sideliners. My pictures were accepted into a boutique!!! What's more is the owner of the store is going to show them to a gallery. I am in no way saying anyone will buy my pictures or that the gallery will allow them to be hung up but I am so excited. This is so exciting for me, no matter what comes of this, it is a victory for the sideliner in me. I can't believe I had the nerve to actually show my pictures to my friends, let alone a person that would actually critique them honestly. Then to have her actually like them and show them is beyond my wildest dreams.
Which brings me to my point, yes, I do have one other than just boring you with my cheesey yay moment. I set out on Super Bowl Sunday to make a dream come true, that dream of a column didn't come true but I decided that day to do something for me, not my family, not my friends, me. That was a huge step for me and then starting this blog and putting out there for anyone to read made me accountable to keep going. I'd have to keep going if I was going to say to all the other sideliners to follow dreams how could I sit idle? My friends and family know how much I dreamed about having a gallery showing of my "work" but they also know that to me the gallery was going to be my living room. I am doubtful that my pictures will actually be accepted by the gallery although I am praying that they do. That is my secret dream, a real gallery, I can't even wrap my brain around it. I had the whole night planned in my head, what I would wear, who would be there and never for one moment thinking it would really happen. Odds are it won't but I have to tell you how great it feels to know that someone that owes me nothing feels they can and so much so that she is bringing them herself.
Sideliners, no matter what happens, and I will tell you the truth on the outcome, the victory is in the fact that I went outside my safe zone and showed them. No matter what I win. So I have to take it to you now, I put myself out there and no it's your turn. I mean come on, I even blogged about my most personal thoughts on the deaths of my friend and my brother in order to try and move forward in my life. I don't talk about that stuff, that is something I for the most part keep between me and them. I talk to them every day and tell them how I feel but putting it on here is so not who I am.
However, I knew in order to move forward I have to put it all out there and I am trying. Please stay on board with me and do what you secretly desire, I'm here to listen and help and I know others will be pulling for you too. The outcome isn't important, what is important is that you made yourself a priority and that you tried. That is the victory and a victory nobody can ever take away from you. The column doesn't appear to be coming but I've learned after this experience to never say never. Only God knows our outcome but I did also learn that we do have a say in it as well. I will keep you posted on how this goes, if it goes and you please do the same.
To be continued.....
Which brings me to my point, yes, I do have one other than just boring you with my cheesey yay moment. I set out on Super Bowl Sunday to make a dream come true, that dream of a column didn't come true but I decided that day to do something for me, not my family, not my friends, me. That was a huge step for me and then starting this blog and putting out there for anyone to read made me accountable to keep going. I'd have to keep going if I was going to say to all the other sideliners to follow dreams how could I sit idle? My friends and family know how much I dreamed about having a gallery showing of my "work" but they also know that to me the gallery was going to be my living room. I am doubtful that my pictures will actually be accepted by the gallery although I am praying that they do. That is my secret dream, a real gallery, I can't even wrap my brain around it. I had the whole night planned in my head, what I would wear, who would be there and never for one moment thinking it would really happen. Odds are it won't but I have to tell you how great it feels to know that someone that owes me nothing feels they can and so much so that she is bringing them herself.
Sideliners, no matter what happens, and I will tell you the truth on the outcome, the victory is in the fact that I went outside my safe zone and showed them. No matter what I win. So I have to take it to you now, I put myself out there and no it's your turn. I mean come on, I even blogged about my most personal thoughts on the deaths of my friend and my brother in order to try and move forward in my life. I don't talk about that stuff, that is something I for the most part keep between me and them. I talk to them every day and tell them how I feel but putting it on here is so not who I am.
However, I knew in order to move forward I have to put it all out there and I am trying. Please stay on board with me and do what you secretly desire, I'm here to listen and help and I know others will be pulling for you too. The outcome isn't important, what is important is that you made yourself a priority and that you tried. That is the victory and a victory nobody can ever take away from you. The column doesn't appear to be coming but I've learned after this experience to never say never. Only God knows our outcome but I did also learn that we do have a say in it as well. I will keep you posted on how this goes, if it goes and you please do the same.
To be continued.....
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Toilet paper conspiracy
Yes, yes, you read that right. I truly believe there is a conspiracy to drive me nuts in my house and now they are using the toilet paper as their weapon.
I need to know how I am always the person that when I use the bathroom, the toilet paper roll is empty!!! Empty, cardboard hanging there smiling at me as if to say, "heh, go ahead make my day". This has become the norm these days, however, get a load of this scene and understand why I now know it is NOT co-incidence. The other day, let's just say as we did when we were kids, I had to go and it was an emergency. I sit, I go and when I was done looked over and yes there was my cardboard hanging there looking at me like the eyeballs in the Geico commercial. Soooo, I yell to my daughter to help me out, which she did. I then start to leave the house to realize I need to use the bathroom, again. I run the upstairs, quickly take care of business and yes you guessed it, the cardboard in this bathroom is also now looking at me, and I am telling you it laughed at me. That's right, it laughed. I figure don't let this piss you off, beat them by continuing your day and enjoy it. So I yell to my daughter to rescue me, AGAIN and after numerous shouts and no answer, I take measures into my own hands. Not sure if this is the proper place to say how I handled my situation but no I did not use the cardboard. I will share this, I was wearing a skirt and I may or may not have made a dash with my dress around my waist in search for a solution.
I handle my problem, search for my daughter that has been waiting for me in the car. When I finally make it outside (all nice and dry), OK, I know that was gross. Anyway, she looks at me like what happened? She could tell me the fire in my eyes not to ask questions and to be in a really good mood.
This is not where it ends, of course not. We go away for a sports tournament and after traveling a few hours in the car, we all need to use the bathroom. Sure, fine, so I wait my turn and yup you guessed it again, EMPTY!! OK, you have got to be joking at this point. Is this the same cardboard and it actually is not my family just being too lazy and selfish to change the roll. Is this like the Geico money and is actually following me and throwing out the full rolls just to annoy me. I know of course not, my family members are pigs. During my stay I change the roll twice, we change rooms on the last day because they had an opening for a larger room and I kid you not, when I went in the bathroom, the freaking roll had one square left on it.
I know this post is not for those with weak stomach's and yes, absolutely too much information, although I will have you know I could have been much worse. I will win this battle, not sure exactly just yet how I plan on my win, but I will win. I'm thinking of keeping a roll on me at all times and hiding all the toilet paper so that every time everyone needs to use the bathroom, they will know that the toilet paper, like money doesn't just appear. It is actually put there by people, not magic. I will give step by step directions for those of you that read this and also may have been under the impression that it just appears.
Step one:
go to where you keep your toiletries. This can either be the pantry, if you have one, or possibly a linen closet and some even keep it right under the sink.
Step two:
If the package is unopened, make a tear in the package and take out one roll of t.p.
Then, look for the part of the roll where it is "fused" together and gently tear that part up.
Step three:
Go to the toilet paper hanger and take off the old roll. Depending on what type of hanger you have, this step will vary. I have 2 kinds, the first kind is simple all you have to do is lift the empty roll up no tricks, just lift up. Take the cardboard that is left there and throw it out. Take the new roll and simply slip it through the rod in your hand and place it back on the the holder. The other type can be a bit ore tricky but believe me it can be done. What you need to do is place your hand on the bar holding the toilet paper and push it gently to the side and it will release itself from its holder.
Step four:
Just like the other holder, take cardboard off the rod and replace with new paper.
Step five:
Put the full roll on the rod and taking on side of the rod at a time simply place into the hole on the inside of the holder, follow this step on the other side and whola you are done.
Now some people like the paper beginning at the top while others on coming from the back. Personally, I just want the paper REPLACED!!!
Thank you, enjoy your day and remember to replace often
I need to know how I am always the person that when I use the bathroom, the toilet paper roll is empty!!! Empty, cardboard hanging there smiling at me as if to say, "heh, go ahead make my day". This has become the norm these days, however, get a load of this scene and understand why I now know it is NOT co-incidence. The other day, let's just say as we did when we were kids, I had to go and it was an emergency. I sit, I go and when I was done looked over and yes there was my cardboard hanging there looking at me like the eyeballs in the Geico commercial. Soooo, I yell to my daughter to help me out, which she did. I then start to leave the house to realize I need to use the bathroom, again. I run the upstairs, quickly take care of business and yes you guessed it, the cardboard in this bathroom is also now looking at me, and I am telling you it laughed at me. That's right, it laughed. I figure don't let this piss you off, beat them by continuing your day and enjoy it. So I yell to my daughter to rescue me, AGAIN and after numerous shouts and no answer, I take measures into my own hands. Not sure if this is the proper place to say how I handled my situation but no I did not use the cardboard. I will share this, I was wearing a skirt and I may or may not have made a dash with my dress around my waist in search for a solution.
I handle my problem, search for my daughter that has been waiting for me in the car. When I finally make it outside (all nice and dry), OK, I know that was gross. Anyway, she looks at me like what happened? She could tell me the fire in my eyes not to ask questions and to be in a really good mood.
This is not where it ends, of course not. We go away for a sports tournament and after traveling a few hours in the car, we all need to use the bathroom. Sure, fine, so I wait my turn and yup you guessed it again, EMPTY!! OK, you have got to be joking at this point. Is this the same cardboard and it actually is not my family just being too lazy and selfish to change the roll. Is this like the Geico money and is actually following me and throwing out the full rolls just to annoy me. I know of course not, my family members are pigs. During my stay I change the roll twice, we change rooms on the last day because they had an opening for a larger room and I kid you not, when I went in the bathroom, the freaking roll had one square left on it.
I know this post is not for those with weak stomach's and yes, absolutely too much information, although I will have you know I could have been much worse. I will win this battle, not sure exactly just yet how I plan on my win, but I will win. I'm thinking of keeping a roll on me at all times and hiding all the toilet paper so that every time everyone needs to use the bathroom, they will know that the toilet paper, like money doesn't just appear. It is actually put there by people, not magic. I will give step by step directions for those of you that read this and also may have been under the impression that it just appears.
Step one:
go to where you keep your toiletries. This can either be the pantry, if you have one, or possibly a linen closet and some even keep it right under the sink.
Step two:
If the package is unopened, make a tear in the package and take out one roll of t.p.
Then, look for the part of the roll where it is "fused" together and gently tear that part up.
Step three:
Go to the toilet paper hanger and take off the old roll. Depending on what type of hanger you have, this step will vary. I have 2 kinds, the first kind is simple all you have to do is lift the empty roll up no tricks, just lift up. Take the cardboard that is left there and throw it out. Take the new roll and simply slip it through the rod in your hand and place it back on the the holder. The other type can be a bit ore tricky but believe me it can be done. What you need to do is place your hand on the bar holding the toilet paper and push it gently to the side and it will release itself from its holder.
Step four:
Just like the other holder, take cardboard off the rod and replace with new paper.
Step five:
Put the full roll on the rod and taking on side of the rod at a time simply place into the hole on the inside of the holder, follow this step on the other side and whola you are done.
Now some people like the paper beginning at the top while others on coming from the back. Personally, I just want the paper REPLACED!!!
Thank you, enjoy your day and remember to replace often
Sunday, May 30, 2010
No expiration
I took some time off not only from writing on here but honestly from life as well. I haven't given up wanting more and striving for more, however, the month of May has become a bitter pill to swallow for me. It is so hard to explain what that month does to me or the feelings that flow inside my skin. I really wish I could because I think that would make things so much easier not only on myself but those around me as well.
Expiration dates, they are on everything from the food we eat to our emotions. Like the dates on the food the dates for our emotions usually aren't chosen by ourselves either. How long does it take to mend a broken heart, miss the old neighborhood or get "over" someone you love that passed on? It seems the first question someone asks about a loved ones loss is how long ago was it? Like you are only allowed to feel if it was recently. How many times have you heard someone say or have you, yourself said, they need to "get over it"? Yes, I do feel you have to move forward and live your life or learn to live your new life without the benefit of this person or these people missing from your everyday. Somehow that just seems to take care of itself but the missing them, the going to pick up the phone because only they will understand how you feel, only to remember you cannot, doesn't seem to ever go away. I have managed to learn to live at times solely from denial while other times knowing full well the reality but still enjoying what or who is in front of me.
The question is; what is the expiration date on mourning? How long does it take to be able to think of these people and not truly not feel your throat close and your eyes start to burn? How long before your insides no longer feel like when you go over that hill in the country? No, it is not like that every day (anymore) but with that brings on its own set of guilt as does those genuine laughs, genuine excitement of what you are doing. Realizing it is alright to have a good time or to realize as Bruce says, "it's not a sin to be glad your alive."
Then May hits and I'm not glad to be alive, I'm not happy to be the only one left from my May trio. I'm not only not happy but it hurts like hell. I feel like my heart is actually going to explode from the burning. I don't not like being able to openly feel this way because the expiration of understanding has passed. I am not one to openly speak about my feelings anyway, actually I am usually one of the most private people you will come across. Then came the blog, haha, and now I am openly writing about things that I never, ever discuss. I guess all we can do is hold on, appreciate what and who is still here and love hard. I was afraid to get close after my trio was gone, in fact I pushed away many that tried. You know it's easier that way because then you will never feel this kind of pain again. Seemed like a pretty damn great plan to me, never going to feel this shit again.
Then my husband would grab my hand at just the right second without a word being said, and I knew I was safe, one of my kids would just look at me with the innocence that can only come from a child's eye, or give me a kiss on the forehead, the kind that is usually in reverse, one of my children of the heart would allow my love or trust in their life and I knew for sure that even if it wouldn't get easier, I would learn to live without two parts of my trio. There will never be an expiration on my grief and I will never get "over" it. I may never even be able to handle the month of May again, but I'm learning every day through my children (the ones that I gave birth to and the ones that are mine of heart) and my husband and many friends that loved me through it all that tomorrow comes and you smile, you laugh and you live.
Yes, we have all been here and will be here again but we will make it as will those that love us when we are the ones that are being mourned. If we did it right, then there will be a full circle of mourners smiling and remembering what we brought to their lives and we would have taught them and taught them well how to first and foremost love and to love fully, honestly and with entire heart, how to feel compassion, how to feel joy, how to feel and deal with sorrow, how to honor, how to be kind and hopefully how to live, how find their gifts and talents and use them in a positive manner but through it all LIVE, LOVE and yes even LAUGH.
thanks to all that have taught me my life lessons, especially Cackle. You have given me so much from a small child, a baby actually, until well into our adult life. Mainly you gave me the gift of always being time worthy. A gift that will always mean so very much to me. Being worthy of ones time no matter what is going on; knowing that you always picked up the phone, always made time to see me is priceless, you know the other gifts you gave you me as I know of the ones you felt I gifted you. Binch the vision of me through your eyes will always be unlike any others, the unconditional love extended to me will be with me always. Your gift of unconditional love helped make me the mother I am today. You were my first loves, my first life lessons and yes my first true heart break. I thank you both for helping making me. Rest in peace
Expiration dates, they are on everything from the food we eat to our emotions. Like the dates on the food the dates for our emotions usually aren't chosen by ourselves either. How long does it take to mend a broken heart, miss the old neighborhood or get "over" someone you love that passed on? It seems the first question someone asks about a loved ones loss is how long ago was it? Like you are only allowed to feel if it was recently. How many times have you heard someone say or have you, yourself said, they need to "get over it"? Yes, I do feel you have to move forward and live your life or learn to live your new life without the benefit of this person or these people missing from your everyday. Somehow that just seems to take care of itself but the missing them, the going to pick up the phone because only they will understand how you feel, only to remember you cannot, doesn't seem to ever go away. I have managed to learn to live at times solely from denial while other times knowing full well the reality but still enjoying what or who is in front of me.
The question is; what is the expiration date on mourning? How long does it take to be able to think of these people and not truly not feel your throat close and your eyes start to burn? How long before your insides no longer feel like when you go over that hill in the country? No, it is not like that every day (anymore) but with that brings on its own set of guilt as does those genuine laughs, genuine excitement of what you are doing. Realizing it is alright to have a good time or to realize as Bruce says, "it's not a sin to be glad your alive."
Then May hits and I'm not glad to be alive, I'm not happy to be the only one left from my May trio. I'm not only not happy but it hurts like hell. I feel like my heart is actually going to explode from the burning. I don't not like being able to openly feel this way because the expiration of understanding has passed. I am not one to openly speak about my feelings anyway, actually I am usually one of the most private people you will come across. Then came the blog, haha, and now I am openly writing about things that I never, ever discuss. I guess all we can do is hold on, appreciate what and who is still here and love hard. I was afraid to get close after my trio was gone, in fact I pushed away many that tried. You know it's easier that way because then you will never feel this kind of pain again. Seemed like a pretty damn great plan to me, never going to feel this shit again.
Then my husband would grab my hand at just the right second without a word being said, and I knew I was safe, one of my kids would just look at me with the innocence that can only come from a child's eye, or give me a kiss on the forehead, the kind that is usually in reverse, one of my children of the heart would allow my love or trust in their life and I knew for sure that even if it wouldn't get easier, I would learn to live without two parts of my trio. There will never be an expiration on my grief and I will never get "over" it. I may never even be able to handle the month of May again, but I'm learning every day through my children (the ones that I gave birth to and the ones that are mine of heart) and my husband and many friends that loved me through it all that tomorrow comes and you smile, you laugh and you live.
Yes, we have all been here and will be here again but we will make it as will those that love us when we are the ones that are being mourned. If we did it right, then there will be a full circle of mourners smiling and remembering what we brought to their lives and we would have taught them and taught them well how to first and foremost love and to love fully, honestly and with entire heart, how to feel compassion, how to feel joy, how to feel and deal with sorrow, how to honor, how to be kind and hopefully how to live, how find their gifts and talents and use them in a positive manner but through it all LIVE, LOVE and yes even LAUGH.
thanks to all that have taught me my life lessons, especially Cackle. You have given me so much from a small child, a baby actually, until well into our adult life. Mainly you gave me the gift of always being time worthy. A gift that will always mean so very much to me. Being worthy of ones time no matter what is going on; knowing that you always picked up the phone, always made time to see me is priceless, you know the other gifts you gave you me as I know of the ones you felt I gifted you. Binch the vision of me through your eyes will always be unlike any others, the unconditional love extended to me will be with me always. Your gift of unconditional love helped make me the mother I am today. You were my first loves, my first life lessons and yes my first true heart break. I thank you both for helping making me. Rest in peace
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