From the desk of all things random and why resolutions don't work for me

I don't believe in making annual resolutions.  I cannot commit to something where I will inevitably fail.  In years past, I did believe in them.  I would give up soda (for a while); I would lose weight (still trying); I would be a better wife/mom/daughter (this can't be a once a year thing...it's a forever thing).

Instead of making a resolution, a couple of months ago I made a promise to myself that I would spend more time blogging.  I even wrote a note in my calendar to get out two blogs per week.  Sadly, I've failed at that too.  In January I was able to tackle four blogs, February, I was hot and heavy with nine (even doing double blogs on two days!), and March is off to a really slow start.

I haven't found anything I really wanted to write about.  Maybe I'm waiting for the warmer weather when the trials of our next door neighbor (affectionately referred to as Chainsaw) will be in full swing again...I cannot wait until State Fair parking.  Or maybe it will be about the grandma and son team across our street.  Will she ever go inside or is she doomed to live on that porch forever?  Or how about the 80-something old man that wanders down the street with his walker, and promptly sits down in front of random houses and falls asleep.  Will I write about the day I finally delete the 50 people I have kept on Facebook because it's easier to hide their feed than to worry about the drama that I feel will happen if I delete them?  (In hindsight, these people really need to be deleted ASAP)...there is one person I so want to write about, but I haven't.   

Perhaps I should write about the last three weeks of work.  Collectively, a group of us, had finally had enough and had gone to management and encouraged a personnel change.  After that person was finally gone, I had the honor of trying to get their laptop back in order.  It amazes me the things that were never done, the documents that were sent out of the office for personal use and the continual lies that happened on a daily basis.  I'll be the first one to say the office is a much more relaxed place and people are finally meshing.

Or maybe I will write an entire book on turning 46 and how menopause doesn't mean you are old. I remember my mom going through it in her early 40's.  (I swear though there are days I think she is still going through it at 77).  She was old when I was growing up.  I was born when she was 32.  When I was in high school, I thought my parents were dinosaurs.  Here I am at 45, my husband turning 46 and our youngest son almost 18.  I'm only a few years younger than my mom was when I was 18.  How is that even possible?  

I read quite a few blogs when I have time, and some of the things they write about are completely ridiculous...I love that.  Seriously...like writing about a family road trip through the southwestern US and seeing giant zombie hands sticking out of the ground.  Or how about a blog that focusing on being a mom with young kids...why am I still reading this?  At 17 and 22, our kids no longer have colic or throw tantrums (well, sort of, but not really).

I want to get back to writing about things that make people happy, or make me think, or even things that piss me off, without having to worry about what someone's reaction may be.  I want to write about funny things and ridiculous things and things that make you think what the hell.   I will be writing about random things that may or may not hit home.  Like pregnant hypochondriacs, close talkers and stupid pet tricks.   

After sending out a group message on Facebook today to a group of girlfriends, I've realized how we are all in the same boat.  These are women that come from all facets of my life.  High school friends, college friends, friends I've gained from being involved with our kids sports teams, and even one that was once an enemy.  They are all a good sounding board...something that I needed today.  Normally I just run things by my husband, but for this, I needed a woman's opinion. What better than 20+ women's opinions.  (For all you guys that read my blog, if you know whats good for you, do not comment on this paragraph...it won't end well for you).

As for resolutions, they may work for you.  If they do, bravo.  I wish they worked for me.  Instead, I'll just keep getting the blogs out when I can, or when I'm inspired.  Maybe I'll give up the soda, and get healthy once and for all.  As for the wife/mom/daughter challenge...they all know what they have with me, and they know I'm here for them.

It's The Little Things

On this second Saturday of March, I've come across a few things that have annoyed me over the last few weeks.  In no particular order:

Why does our chocolate lab crap in an eight foot long straight line, instead of a neat little pile?  Does he think that it's going to get him?

The guy at the grocery store that insists on helping you load your groceries into your car and then inevitably smashes your bread?  This is after he spots you from across the parking lot and sprints towards you like a zombie is going after his last meal and shouts at you "LET.ME.HELP.YOU!!!!!"  Um, no.  Thanks.  And even better when I say, don't worry, I've got it...he shames me and says "your on your own!"

The shitstorm that was left after our boss was angry-mobbed out the door.  Honey, did you do any work at all?  EVER?  Let's not forget the lies to our faces, the tiptoeing out the door in the middle of the day, and the sheer disappointment we all had we weren't in the room when it happened.

Being invited to a shower for a second child, just because it's the opposite sex.  (Note, this has happened multiple times over the course of a year.)  Just do what we did...dress up little Josie in her brothers onesie and call it a day.

The mud season.  Honestly, our backyard looks like a family of pigs have taken up residence.  And our black lab finds it necessary to do hot laps around the garage only to sit next you and piss on the driveway.

The fact that I have unfollowed, but not unfriended, at least a dozen people on Facebook because of their continual bitching, moaning, and lying.  What bothers me more is I am messed in the head because I think it's just better to unfollow them then to deal with the drama that will unfold with 90 days left before graduation.

Getting a phone call to do the shit jobs and apparently none of my siblings can do.  Honestly, I'm really not into picking up 10,000 acorns for my brother.

The realization that it has taken me years and a chance encounter of a book synopsis that someone in my life is a narcissist.

The douchebag(s) that decided it's ok to call in bomb threats.  I don't care if you are 16.  You need help, and possibly an ass whooping.

Grocery shopping and not knowing what the hell to cook.  You can only have spaghetti or burgers so many times in a month.

The fact that I want to write, I know I can write, and have the desire to write the next great novel, but my mind is mush and all my ideas suck.

By all means, feel free to share your list.  I could use some spark.