Be Rejected

To Reject: (OUCH)

1. to refuse to accept, consider, submit to, take for some purpose, or use

2. to refuse to hear, receive, or admit

Ok boys, here is some motherly advice.  I know in the 21st Century we have all sorts of quick and easy ways to communicate.  Awesome!

But if you are going to reject someone make an effort to do it the old fashioned way:

  • Write a letter and deliver it by hand.  Then run away really fast! (I know my shy guy could even attempt this one.)
  • Pick up the phone and talk to the person, no leaving a message sorry.
  • Better yet, pick up the phone and arrange to meet the person face-to-face.

Never send an email to reject someone, as you will see emails/text/twitter is always read with a more negative slant.  This mode of communication will harm relationships, especially those emails that are “reply all” rejection emails.  OUCH!

How you handle rejection and how you reject others (yes, it is okay to say no) will tell you alot about who you are and who other people are in your life.

Let me sit you down here in our virtual living room boys and tell you a little story.:

I dated a guy in high school.  (Yes, I know shocking! ) We dated and broke up.  (Yup, he isn’t your father.)  Nine years later… yup almost a decade.  I was teaching in a school in the boonies one hour from any type of major town.  I met a woman that was this guy in high school’s aunt.  (Yup, the world in small!)  We had broken up by communicating and we both handled the “rejection” well.  Thus, nine years later this guy’s aunt says: “I hear you are the sweetest girl!”   Yes, rejection hurts, but it is really how you handle it that counts.

Reject away with love, kindness and clear communication.

http://www.wikihow.com/Handle-Rejection 

Be Celebrating Father’s Day

“The carpenter’s hammer goes rap, rap, rap and the saw goes see saw see.”

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Do you know this Kindermusik song?

This song epitomized our Father’s Day.  It was absolutely wonderful for the boys and Sexy Neck to work together on a few projects.  Our oldest, JC, wanted to make a bike rack for the new house.  The boys got dada a fire pit for the backyard so that we could roast marshmallows.

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We also cooked muffin tin eggs for dada, I think this is something my boys could attempt on their own next year for father’s day – bread, ham, uncooked scrambled egg and shredded cheese in a muffin tin.  Pop it into a 350 degree oven for 15 to 20 minutes and viola, lunch for dada.

We also went down to “Purple Park” for a play hang on the new playground and some time at the beach.

As I watched all the children and their father’s coming to the beach, I wondered:

Is Father’s Day really another Mother’s Day?  

Be Wearing High Heels in Heaven

I love high heels! Love. Love. Love. 

They make women look so elegant, almost like they are floating down the street. 

The legs of high heeled women look a mile long.

Women’s feet in high heels look dainty and small no matter the size of the feet.

I hate how high heels feel.  THEY HURT! 

Recently, I went shoe shopping to replace the two shoes on the left:

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I tried on a few pairs of high heels, and I think I am going to have to save my high heel wearing days for heaven.  

This six foot tall girl can’t squeeze her size nine feet into high heels without pain in her feet, legs and I am sure one day, my neck.  Plus, how do you walk in them and look elegant instead of a giraffe waiting to topple over?  

So, I will stick with my two new pairs of shoes on the right, my “sensible” shoes I will call them.   

Be Taking It One. Day. At. A. Time.

A storm is brewing around me.

A tornado hovering off in the distance.

What path will it take?

Will it sweep me up too?

A physical tornado almost hits a friend’s home.

A friend’s dog gets lost in a forest during a thunder storm. Thankfully, she was found.

My mother has a mass in her abdomen. Thankfully that has been found.

Our house is mid-renovation and it is hard to see through the dust.

A pool contractor has been lying to both my husband and I over and over and over again.

Our deck area sits in disaster for over a month because of this contractor.

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The storm swirls around me, but hasn’t touched down yet.

I lay on my face and endure.

I get on my knees and pray.

I rest in my Father’s arms and ask for His guidance and help.

He alone knows my weaknesses and my strengths.

He alone has a plan for my life and wants me to prosper.

He alone is God.

I. Take. It. One. Day. Moment. At. A. Time.

YET, my storms compares nothing to Istanbul or Israel or even the poverty I see on our downtown streets.

I. Take. It. One. Day. Moment. At. A. Time.

Be A Snail Lover

YUCK!

I am coming to conclusion that being a mother to boys is going to stretch me in more ways than them trying to use me as a wrestling mat.

My boys have always loved insects.  I can be outside in the garden and suddenly I will hear, “Butterfly”, “Bee”, “Look”, or I will see them hunched over something on the sidewalk.

I love being a stay-at-home mom because I can always stop and take a look at what they are inspecting.  I can keep little insects alive and I get to slow down and just be.

Our latest insect loving from the weekend: Snails.

No snails were hurt during this photo shoot.

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JC watching over the snails. 

Here are a sequence of photos I took while watching one of the snails.  He ended up touching the lens of the camera.  Awesome!

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These photos are not edited.  I was laughing my head off as I took them so that’s why they are a little blurry.

Snails have personality!  Sorry mom that they like to eat your plants.

Be A Spray Painter

I love our contractor.  He has saved us hundreds of hours renovating our new house.  I especially love his spray painter machine thingy.  Yup, I am really getting into this renovation thing aren’t I!  hee hee…

Here are the latest photos from the living room and kitchen – We have had the house for four weeks…

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… and we have probably four weeks to go!