Yup, It's OK...# 7

 

1.  To stay up until sunrise just because.

2. To think someone is cute, even though they’re a giant ass.

3.  To de-tag photos of yourself on Facebook that you look like crap in.

4.  To decide not to go out to eat with a friend again because he/she left a horrible tip or treated the staff badly.

5.  To totally loving Facebook and Pinterst for all the extra distractions.

6.  To lay around and accomplish nothing on your day off.

7.  To look back on silly, drunken teenage years with giggles instead of shame.

8.  To wear the same outfit Friday and Saturday night because you’re seeing different friends.

9.  To put your hands in the air when Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’ comes on despite not being single.

10. To occasionally indulge in one of the seven deadly sins. Lust, gluttony, sloth!-Or ALL of them. LOL

 

Dentist Love

There are so many folks out there that loathe going to the dentist. There are even some people who are genuinely afraid to set foot into a dentist's office. I for one am NOT. Ever since I was a kid I have enjoyed going to the see the dentist. As a tiny tot, the dentist was one of my favorite places to go. The new and interesting sights and sounds, the really nice office ladies, and of course the toy bin at the end of your visit-I LOVED picking out a toy for being such a good girl. As I got older, and had to see a new dentist I once again fell in love with the experience. This time though it was for different reasons. This dentist was a long time friend of my step dad's and his gorgeous son (YUM) was my oldest brother Scott's BFF. LOL He was always so much fun!. He told dumb jokes and stories. I adored him. I even called him "UNCLE AL" because that's what my step siblings have always called him. And even when I had to have cavities filled or get my braces on, I still looked forward to going!

During the summer of 2009 I began to experience a dull pain in the left side of my mouth. It was just annoying for the first few days. But by the week's end I was in agony. Now, since I had set out on my own in 2005 and got my first real grown up job I had not seen a dentist. It's not that I didn't have dental insurance or anything like that. I just got lazy. So the resulting excruciating pain was no one's fault but my own. Regardless of who is to blame I HAD to get to a dentist...STAT. I asked my co-workers who they recommended and ended up going to the first one my friend suggested. Dr. Weyrauch was amazing! He informed me that I needed to see an oral surgeon ASAP. His office ladies even made the appointment for me. So over the next 2 weeks I had two root canals and then returned to Dr. Weyrauch to have a crown placed.

Well you think that I would have learned my lesson and started to have regular dental check-ups. But alas..I did not. Which brings me to my current state. I was eating conversation hearts, you know the ones that EVERYONE eats on Valentine's Day?! And all of a sudden I felt a huge crunch and I pulled out a huge chunk of my crown. Oh yes, the crown that was only 2 1/2 years old. My first thought was...SHIT, This thing cost a fortune and now I'm gonna have to replace it. Damnit it all to hell...My mouth didn't hurt, so I just went on like I didn't have 1/2 a tooth missing. But on the advice of my very wise mother and after some prodding, I called Dr. Weyrauch's office to see if there was anything they would do to help me due to the fact that the crown was only a few years old. And to my surprise he did. I did not pay anything for a brand new crown. What a great guy! So today I got my new tooth!!! Woot Woot! And they even offered to clean my teeth while I was there. Even though they found 2 cavities, a cracked veneer, and a filling that needs to be replaced (My fault once again for being a dental lazy ass) I still LOVE the freakin' dentist!!! The best part is I get to go back at least 2 more times before my next cleaning (Which YES I have already scheduled for September-Thank you very much-LOL)!

My New Tooth-(It's the one in the back by my finger!

Look how pearly white and clean my choppers are

Yup, It's OK...# 6

1. To have carpal tunnel pains in your hand from Texting, Facebook stalking, or Surfing the Internet on your smart phone.

2. To believe life gives you signs.

3. To only watch the SuperBowl for the dope ass commercials, and/or halftime show (Depending on Who is preforming~!)

4. To count down the days, hours, minutes, or seconds to whatever it is that you are looking forward to!

5. To have your heart melt whenever you hear someone with an amazing accent.

6. To shutter at the thought of the word "CHANGE"-But…also be get excited, happy, nervous...etc. That word can conjure up sooo many emotions.

7. To be amused that Target is already selling flip flops and swim suits...Come on now, there is still snow out there!!!

8. To hate when getting stupid spam e-mails saying “You won (Insert awesome prize HERE)” It is SO mean to tease me like that!

9. To stay at home on a Friday night to watch a One Tree Hill Marathon.

10.  To think “I’m waaay prettier than her” when you see your boyfriend’s ex or any other random broad on the street!!!

Obligation Vs Choice

I try to preface each of my posts with some background as to how, and why I am writing about the chosen topic at that particular moment. This one is no different...

Preface: I do not have cable in my home at the moment. This is a personal decision made for many reasons. So, because of this fact I can only watch what comes on TV via the antenna hooked to my television. I usually don't watch daytime TV, but the other day I found myself watching "The Steve Wilkos Show." I know I know, ridiculous. At any rate, I was drawn to this episode because it involved a young woman who was unsure of who her biological father is. She had been given the impression as a child that a certain man was her dad. That man was lead to believe that same thing. They both came on the show to take a DNA test to finally find out the truth after so many years of wondering. Apparently this man has been in her life since her childhood and he always assumed he was her biological father. Even after his relationship with her mother ended he remained loyal and loving to her as if he knew for sure she was his daughter. He loved her unconditionally. He prefaced the reading of the results by stating he didn't care if she was his blood or not, she was and always has been HIS daughter. The results were read...And...He was NOT her father. The young woman became visibly upset. And just like a real father would, that amazing man rushed over to her in order to comfort and assure her that the results did not change how he felt. He would always be her father. Wow...It takes one big, beautiful heart to make the choice to act as a parent to a child who is not biologically yours. Steve Wilkos then made a statement...He said biology isn't always best. Sometimes you find out who your biological parent is and you are then worse off than if you didn't know. He made a point about how lucky she is to have a man who chooses to love her like a father. Sometimes that is better than the real thing. You know it is real love when they have a choice and they choose to stick around and love you despite the fact that you are not biologically their child.

Blood...Father

I found myself getting very emotional at the thought of this. Unlike the woman on the show though, I do know who my "FATHER" is. But there is another man that I see as my dad. I had a biological father that would rather put me down or ignore me entirely than act like a father should towards his own flesh and blood. As a college student I faced all the emotion involved in looking back on the childhood I had, and learning about who my father really was. Now don't get it twisted, I had the most amazing mom. She made every effort to shield me from the reality as a child. And I love her for that. But as an adult I had to face who my father was and why he made the choices he made. He was not a stupid man, so some would deduce that he was just incapable of love. But as the years past and I came to find out more and more about him, the notion of his incapability of love was disproven. I was shown that it was just me that he was incapable of loving. And I was damaged by this truth for a long time. But now, a few years after his death, I am coming to peace with it all. And one thing that has allowed me to heal is the realization that I did have a man in my life that provided me with the love a father should. And the most amazing part is...he did it not out of obligation, but by choice.

Let me elaborate. I always talk about "My Parents" in conversations. But I catch myself and feel the need to explain to those that don't know me very well that when I use that reference I mean my mom and my step-dad. My mom has been married to my step-dad for just shy of 20 years. And he has been more of a dad to me than I could have ever asked for. When my own father could not or would not be there, my step-dad was. He has always been the man I look up to. I love him for choosing to act as a surrogate father. All of the things he has done for me are made that much better when I realized that he does those things, on a daily basis, by choice. He never had to step into the role of "DAD" for his wife's daughter. But he did, without a second thought. That fact has been monumental in the healing process in regards to my father.

Choice...Dad

My step-dad or John as I lovingly call him just celebrated his 65th B-Day. We had a big family party where all of us "kids" were able to be there. And if you know our family, this is no easy task. As the party was winding down I saw my step-dad get a big brown bag and make his way into the living room. He began pulling out heart shaped tins and giving them to all the girls (ie my sisters and sister in laws) along with a kiss on the cheek. Now, for those of you that know John, this public display of affection is very uncharacteristic him, but a welcomed gesture by me!!! This once again reaffirmed for me how lucky I am in my life to have such an amazing man and "DAD." I just hope he realizes how much he has changed my life and how thankful I truly am to be loved by him! Thank you John for choosing to love me!

At The End Of The Day, Put It All Back In The Box...

 Worry is defined as~Thoughts, images and/or emotions of a negative nature in which mental attempts are made to avoid anticipated potential threats. As an emotion it is experienced as anxiety or concern about a real or imagined issue, usually personal in nature.

I have always been a worrier in my life. Ever since I was a child I've let worry consume my thoughts much more than I should. One of the biggest problems worrying has caused me is the inability to fall asleep at night. For as long as I can remember I have let irrational worries creep into mind when I'm trying to wind down, and then sleep eludes me. Now don't get me wrong this is not an every night occurrence. But there have been many times in my life that my mind is taken over by thoughts of all the things that could go wrong around me. My brothers both work very dangerous jobs and I cannot help but have thoughts of their safety creep into my head. And that is jus one of a million silly things I seem to obsess over. I am not sure why this always seems to happen to me at night...The worst part of this issue for me is the fact that 99 % of the things my brain chooses to fixate on are totally irrational fears or things that no matter how much I worry or mull them over, there is nothing that changes based on my worrying, and obsessing about the solutions to what plagues my mind jus drains me of all my mental energy.
I have learned and grown from all the experiences in my life. But I am definitely the type of person that has a hard time taking the advice of others based on their experiences. I am the type of person that needs to actually have the experience myself, whether it is good or bad, right or wrong in order to gain the wisdom and really learn the life lesson. However there is one piece of advice that I received from a very trusted and wise person. So, now the real reason for, and the title behind this post. This person gave me an amazing tool or exercise if you will to help me to put my fears and anxieties about life to rest so that I in turn can rest. As you are lying in bed trying to free your mind in order to fall asleep imagine that you have a box. It can be any kind of box, of any size, color, shape etc. (Due to my incessant worrying, my box is very large-LOL) Now separate all of your worries, insecurities, apprehensions, and anything else that torments you and makes a good night's rest illusive. Take each one of those things and simply put it in the box. I personally put EVERYTHING in the box at night. I take EVERY thought and worry that crosses my mind and put it away, in the box. This does not mean that the problems are gone or that they are not totally valid ideations. But by using this technique you are allowing your mind to be free to rest and prepare for tomorrow.
After you feel like all of your fears and such are placed in the box, imagine that you are placing the lid on it, tying it up tight with string and putting it away on a shelf. I then imagine myself in my calming place free from all the things that torment my mind (Because of course they cannot worry me at that moment due to the fact that they are held captive in the box-LOL) and I am able to relax, and rest. I often wake up feeling like a new woman ready to face another day and all the challenges, and rewards it may bring. An amazing night's rest makes it much easier to open the box and release all of the anxiety and worry and...let it go. The worry many times returns, but that is the great thing about this technique...You can use it over and over and over again.

Any time someone asks me about curbing worry or I hear that someone has be stricken with the same affinity to worry as I have I share this tactic. So those of you out there that worry and anyone else I leave you all with one of the best coping skills I've be taught...AT THE END OF THE DAY, PUT IT ALL BACK IN THE BOX!