Let’s Be Like Negan

You know what I HATE? Those articles I see all over facebook about what everyone hates. You know the ones. You’ve hidden & blocked & snoozed, yet they still keep cropping up in your news feed.

  • 10 Things You’ve Been Doing Wrong Your Whole Life
  • 11 Ways You’re Making Your Face Look Old
  • 97 Things You Should Never Say To Your [insert title here] (Hair Stylist/Photographer/Massage Therapist/Yoga Instructor/Life Coach/Pre-Schooler etc.)
  • 7 Types of Parents Teachers Hate: Which One Are You?
  • 8 Super Unattractive Things You’re Definitely Doing & How You’re Destined To Die Alone
  • 5,972 Ways You Totally Suck At Life

If you hate those articles I’m here to make you a very happy person. I’ve seen it suggested multiple times that someone should even the score. For every “7 Things Every Makeup Artist Hates About Their Clients ” article it’s been suggested that there be one “7 Things Your Client Hates About You” article to counter it.

Well…I’m not here to do that.


Don’t you think our society has enough needless anxiety already? Trusting someone else with your hair/face/health/safety/memories/children is hard enough without the constant pressure to tailer yourself, or your actions & reactions to ones deemed acceptable by your current company. Courtesy is one thing, but if the anxiety of needing to be accepted is interfering with your daily life or your sense of self, it’s a problem. It seems the #2 way to get someone to click on your post is to prey on their insecurities. (We all know what #1 is *bow chicka wow wow* I gave up rolling my eyes for lent or else there would be a fantastic gif here.) Tell them you’ve got something they don’t & they’ll feel like they need it to be happy. Make them feel like they’re lacking in some way and they’ll want to know how to fix it. Or maybe they just want a feel a little better about themselves so they click on the article to read about all the things that other people are doing wrong, but surely they’re doing them right…right?

How about we just do away with all of that?

For once, this is an area where it pays to be a little bit like Negan.

I don’t know about you, but I’d rather read something nice about myself. I already know all the ways I’m failing. I’m so good at anxiety that I can even second-guess myself over things I’m mostly confident about. I KNOW that I’ve been bathing correctly my entire life (or at least since I hit 13 anyway, if we’re being completely honest) but those articles still have a way of making me doubt myself enough to click on them occasionally. My kids are pretty great – respectful, thoughtful, compassionate, intelligent, sarcastic, funny, resilient (and I’m not just saying that because I’m their mom) – but some days I just don’t know if I’m doing this parenting thing well enough. Maybe I’m guilty of saying something to my kids that is going to destroy their spirit & counteract every good thing I’ve ever taught them? As if the second-guessing wasn’t bad enough on its own, I then get mad at myself for taking precious time out of my day to read even one sentence of that kind of subversive garbage so I close it out & silently berate myself for being stupid. Productive, huh?

So, let’s shut it down.

I’d like it way better if people led with compliments rather than criticism, confidence instead of conceit, kindness in lieu of hostility, authenticity over comparison. Humor. Humility. Honesty. So, that’s what I’m going to do, and not just today; every day. As often as possible.

Anytime I feel like saying something I’m going to ask myself if it’s constructive to do so. Is it true? Can anything positive come out of what I’m about to say? Is it being said with love & good will? If not, then I have two options:

A.) Do what my mama said and keep it to myself

B.) (If I still feel like it needs to be said) Reframe what I need to say in a positive light so as to be clear about the good intentions behind it as opposed to just word vomiting all over someone & leaving them like this poor guy:

He does not know what life is right now. He “can’t even.”

So, this is what we’re gonna do (& yes, the self-proclaimed grammar nazi is comfortable saying “gonna”):

Let’s flip the script & use those articles for good. Send me an inane article you hate. Inbox me. Email me a link. Tag me in it on facebook when you see it. I’ll take as many as I can and reframe them in a positive (hopefully hilarious) way and post them here with a nod back to the original. Then, maybe we can share the shitaki mushrooms out of ours & replace a lot of the negative junk in our news feeds. So, go ahead – don’t be afraid of, annoyed, or “triggered” by those posts anymore. Let’s be amused, affirmed, & enlightened by them instead. ❤


🎵 …Because I’m Happy 🎵

Today is a good day.
 • My best friend gave birth to a gorgeous little girl last night & I woke up to pictures of her happy family, which put a big smile on my face. Knowing that I’ll get to see them soon makes me even happier.
 • I had a parent-teacher conference this morning and I only cried a little bit. *winning!* I also curled my hair. *trying too hard* *also winning*
 • I have orders in my Etsy shop that are all painted & waiting to be shipped.
 • Our bills are paid. Our pantry, fridge & freezer are stocked. I have gas in my car & my radio still works. (Not that it was ever in danger of not working; I’m simply thankful for it.)
 Regardless of all I have to celebrate and be thankful for, some days I feel like I can barely function. I over-analyze my interactions with people, & feel guilt & embarrassment over things which the logical, rational side of me knows are ridiculous. I wonder why I said this or that thing, or why I didn’t say something. I often feel inadequate; I’m not enough or I’m not doing enough. I take responsibility for things that couldn’t possibly be my fault, but I bet you I can twist it in my brain until it is. I am not gracious with myself when I make mistakes, no matter how small.
 I say that to say this:
I’m still happy. I am SO happy because I have so much to be happy about! But often, it takes an intentional effort on my part. I don’t just wake up burping sunshine & farting rainbows. I have to count my blessings and remind myself daily of all I have to be grateful for. I have to intentionally think positive thoughts & say positive things. I have to surround myself with positive people, which is a bit more challenging than you might think. I have to practice yoga daily. I have to pray & ask for help. I have to watch what I eat & stay the heck away from caffeine! (Which, unfortunately since I paint coffee mugs I have a hard time doing – I have to test them, right? *wink wink*) I have to interact with people, go for walks & get outside even when I don’t want to…especially when I don’t want to.
 Sometimes I do a pretty great job, like today. Sometimes I fail and I let my irrational feelings swallow me. Sometimes I just fake it, for my benefit as much as anyone else’s.
 So, if you’re reading this, maybe you could remember it; consider it the next time you interact with “a happy person.” That person you’ve rarely seen without a smile on their face, the one you might go to for a laugh, for comfort, for sound advice…
Remember that sometimes they need someone, too. They may be sad, anxious or struggling in some way and they won’t always say it for of fear of embarrassment, shame, or just not wanting to burden anyone else. Sometimes they cover their struggle with a blanket of humor. Sometimes they don’t know what to say or how to say it. Sometimes there’s nothing they can attribute their sadness to & they just don’t want to hear “what do you have to be upset about? There are people everywhere who have it so much worse.” I promise you they know that already. You might think those people already know they are loved, needed and necessary in the world, but they don’t always. Sometimes they need to be reminded.
Today I challenge you –  first – to remind someone how necessary they are because you never know when they might need to hear it, & secondly, not to take anyone’s smile for granted; they may have done a lot of work to put it there.
 ….And…that’s all the word vomit I’ve got for you today folks!
 Now, I am going to go lend myself to something productive. Happy Tuesday everyone! Thanks for reading. Comment &/or share if you feel so inclined. 🙂

My Thoughts On Babies & Stuff

My son told me I was old today.

I’m 27 so you can imagine my horror that the word “old” is already being uttered in my direction. I responded by immediately making it a point to tell my child that I’m only 18 years older than he is. Not one of my brightest moments, I’ll admit. As soon as these words left my lips he stopped, got this confused cocker spaniel look on his face and said “that’s right…..you were 18 when you had me.”

I could just see the wheels turning in his head, springing forward to puberty and I had the horrific vision of Mr. Thoughtful sitting in the living room of his girlfriend’s house holding an ultrasound with one hand and protecting his throat with the other as he tried to talk his way out of the imminent death about to be delivered by the newly pregnant girlfriend’s father.

“My mom got pregnant at 17 & my dad encouraged me to get my first phone number when I was three…I thought that was completely normal!”

So I had to head that off with a quick and decisive “…but that’s much too young for anyone to have a baby!”

Somehow I managed to get from “you’re old” to “please don’t give me grandchildren until you’re 25” in 1.6 seconds. This is the thought process of a mother who is desperate to keep her children from repeating her past. Notice I said “past” and not “mistakes” because my children are most certainly not mistakes. Most would consider it a mistake to have children so young, and generally I would agree, but with everything I think there are exceptions.

I believe everything is about what you make it. You can turn any situation into a positive learning experience and if you let it, these things have the potential to not only make you stronger, but enrich your life.

I don’t want to hide the fact that I was too young to be a parent from my children. I want them to know how hard and ugly a time it can be so that they’ll think twice before they do the same things I did. I want them to have a plan and think about the decisions they make and how they fit into the ultimate goals they’ve set for their lives.

But I also want them to understand that things don’t always go as planned and that’s okay. Life is full of happy accidents! Sometimes, mistakes have to occur in order for you to get everything out of your life that God meant for you to have. You just have to embrace it when it happens & work hard to make it through all the cloudy areas & see how bright the future is on the other side. Nothing worth having was ever easy, right?

I was 17 & a senior in high school when I got pregnant. I missed out on parties that all my friends were going to. I didn’t get my license when all my peers were getting theirs because I didn’t have a car to drive anyway. None of my clothes fit and I had no job and no money to buy new ones. I went to prom 7 months pregnant  – ALONE – in a borrowed dress that would have normally been about 8 sizes too big for me. I broke out with horrible acne and retained way too much water. One girl actually said, upon finding out I was pregnant, “Oh, you pregnant?! Girl, I thought you was just fat.”

A teenage girl is very conscious of her appearance anyway. Imagine what a teenage girl who is steadily gaining weight and plumping up in all the wrong places feels like. They’re also notoriously self conscious. Just think about that for a second.

I had to run out of homeroom to vomit on three different occasions before I finally just started going to the bathroom every morning before class to get the morning sickness out of the way. Then I found out that it’s not really “morning” sickness because I got sick every time I got the tiniest whiff of a boy in my math class who always smelled like cat pee. I endured whispers in the halls and in all of my classes, pitiful looks from my teachers & rumors about how I didn’t know who the father of my child was, I was having an abortion, giving him up for adoption &/or letting my parents raise him. None of which ever occurred to me by the way. I can’t count how many times I heard the saying “babies having babies” which infuriated me more than anything. Not very many boys ever paid me much attention, but once I got pregnant, suddenly the pick-up lines just started coming out of nowhere. I was pregnant so I had to be “easy,” right?

I was overly emotional & depressed on top of trying to finish school & dealing with my family steadily pressuring me in all different directions:

What are you thinking? What are you doing with your life?! Leave the boyfriend, say he raped you (yes, someone actually told me that), marry the boyfriend after you have the baby, marry the boyfriend before you have the baby, move there, don’t move here, go to this college, you can’t go to college because you’re pregnant – get a job, I’m disowning you, Just kidding – I’m owning you again! Go to this doctor, make sure you do this when you have the baby, make sure you don’t do that when you have the baby, it’s too hot for you to be here, you’re too big to do that, you don’t have enough money for anything, it’s not safe to do this, it’s not safe to eat that, you sure are gaining a lot of weight – you should walk more, drink more water! Don’t hang out with these people, go to church….Etc. etc….

They were just trying to help (mostly), but when you’re emotions are already all over the place simply because you’re a teenager and then they get scattered and frazzled from the hormones that come with pregnancy, any extra, unnecessary stress is enough to make you want to find a deep dark hole, crawl in and pray for a strong wind to fill it up with dirt and leave you buried in it forever. The hardest part was getting out of bed every day and knowing I had to endure it all over again. (And that was just the pregnancy itself; I haven’t even gotten to the actual motherhood part yet!)

But that was how I felt about it at 17. Now I have three beautiful children (all by the same man, thank you very much), the best husband I could ever ask for, my own home and my own business. My circumstances & my thought processes are a little different now.

Sure, I missed a lot of parties. But I prefer to think of it like all I “missed out” on was under-age drinking & drug use that got a lot of my peers into trouble which they’re still struggling with or paying for to this day. Oh, how will I ever go on!?

I missed out on dating a lot of boys. So what. I married the only one I wanted and he’s still the only one I want. (Besides Ian Somerhalder, but hubby and I have agreed that I get a pass for him if an opportunity ever presents itself… :D) All I missed was a broken heart & a lot of drama & if you’ll go back to the above you’ll see that my life already had enough drama in it so I can’t say I’m upset in the slightest.

I didn’t get my license when everyone else was. Big deal. I got my license after I became a more confident, responsible driver which kept me, my family and everyone else on the road a tiny bit safer. Plus, I figure I’ve got about 20+ years of chauffeuring to look forward to; I’ll be doing enough driving to make myself sick of driving by the time I’m 50, at which point I’ll have earned enough gas money from all these people I’m carting around to afford a nice, young, hot chauffeur for myself 😉

And all the other experiences I had with looking and feeling like a big ‘ol beached whale in men’s clothing? Well, that’s just character building. And it sure has a way of making me feel thankful. On days when I’m missing my size 7 jeans, I just think about pregnancy and wearing man-pants and weighing over 200 pounds… then I’m as happy as I can be to see my current size-10 tag!

I was told I couldn’t go to college because a baby and a family holds you back from those things. WRONG. The only person who holds you back from doing anything is YOU. I managed to get a 3 year degree in photography amidst a few moves, a husband in the military and 3 kids. I almost lost my mind, but I did it 🙂 And all the things that were the hardest for me to achieve are the ones I’m most proud of.

“Babies having babies…” <—-there’s that dreaded saying I HATE. You know what I say to that? I have plenty of energy to enjoy my babies while they’re little, but I’ll only be 43 when my youngest child turns 18 so I’ll still (hopefully) have plenty of time left to enjoy the rest of my life. Cruise anyone? Traveling the world?? The possibilities are endless. 😀

All of our experiences help to make us who we are, but it’s how we handle those experiences that determines whether the changes we make are positive or negative. Despite being made to feel (by some) like I was a shameful, despicable person, I tried to keep my head up and do what I knew was best for me and my soon-to-be family.

Without the love and support of those closest to me, I never would have been able to do that so think about that if you’re ever in a situation like this or know someone who is. Don’t belittle them or make them feel insignificant. Think about the impact your words and actions can have on another person. And there’s a ripple effect to that, too. The way you treat someone can affect the way they treat others.

If my mom hadn’t been there for me the way she was (taking me to the doctor, helping me learn how to bathe my son, staying with me in the hospital and walking me through a lot of very new and unfamiliar territory) I may not have been able to love and appreciate my children the way they needed & deserved. In the same way that kindness begets kindness and lies beget lies, I think having a good mother or having a good friend gives you better chances of being a good mother or friend yourself.

You have the potential to help someone make it through a really difficult time, make them strive to be better and be a much-needed light in the midst of a whole lot of darkness, but you also have the potential to be one more thing/person that they want to hide from, one of the many variables that makes an already overwhelming situation seem even more unbearable. If you think things are hard for you, just try and put yourself in the other person’s shoes before you react. You can help tear them down or you can help them achieve success.

Not everything my parents, family and friends said and did was right, but just because it wasn’t necessarily right for me and my situation doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be appropriate for someone else’s. (Except the rape suggestion – that’s just ignorant beyond belief and would never be appropriate for anyone to falsely accuse.) Sometimes people need to hear and deal with tough words and consequences in order to grow up so no matter how much you’re struggling, no matter how bleak things seem, just remember that you’re in control of your own future and things WILL get better. Just keep doing your best.

Note to parents who are currently taking care of your grandchildren because your teenage parent is too immature and selfish to do it themselves – stop being an enabler. You’re not helping your child. You can help them by stopping the cycle of enabling, making them do all the hard work themselves and just sticking by them for advice and support when they need it.


And I guess I’ll end with this because I know some people that need to hear it:

This is not MTV, you are not on 16 & Pregnant & you’re not getting paid to exploit yourself or your kid – get your head out of your ass and start being an adult. Other lives are depending on you and they deserve the very best that you can give them because they didn’t ask to be born – you made that decision for them. There are enough kids in the world with dead-beat parents. There are enough teen moms with no more sense than God gave a door knob and dads who don’t give a crap. There are enough kids in the system. There are more than enough abandoned and abused children. Don’t contribute to that diseased portion of society. Be responsible and proud, show some self-respect and raise a better, more educated, responsible, respectful generation. Raise your child to be an adult that you can be proud of. Raise a child that will be proud to call you “Mom” or “Dad.”

It’s simple; be someone your children can look up to.

Soapbox over 🙂



Emotional Schizophrenia: Susy, Nelly & Ed

Hi All!!

Not a lot to blog about today so I’m sparing you the over-long monologue!! Go ahead…do your happy dance! The end of the school year (in Germany – finally!) approaches!! Tomorrow is the last day!! I’m probably more excited than my little boy 🙂 I don’t really understand why they have to go tomorrow considering they will only be in school for 2 1/2 hours before they’re released, but whatever. I’ll send the kid with a white T-shirt so he can get it signed by all his friends before we head back to the states at the end of the month. I wish I could go to take pictures of him with all his friends for his scrapbook, but I have two little girls I have to stay at home with right now. I’ll save the “going to school with him” thing until he’s about 13 so I can thoroughly embarrass him – SCORE!

In other unrelated news, I’ve been reading this book that encourages one to take turns talking with another person (it’s meant to be your spouse) about their lives. (Supposedly, it ties in with reinforcing the topic of the book, which is irrelevant right now.) You’re supposed to start off talking about your life from birth to age nine with no comments, analysis or interruptions from the other person. Then you separate, let it sink in and then the other person can come back later on and ask questions, make comments  (positively of course) ect…

Then, the following day, the talking/listening roles are reversed. The day after that, you talk about your life from ages 10-15 and then the next conversation is on 16-21 switching up who does the talking/listening each day. The point is to get a momentum in conversation going, rebuild communication skills, ect and eventually start talking about new/harder topics as you progress through the book. But, while thinking about what I would say for myself, I realized exactly how much I tend to hold on to the bad things that have happened in my life more than I do the good ones. It’s like somehow the awful stuff cancels out my good memories. I literally can’t think of any happy event that occurred during certain times because the negative stuff over-shadows it so completely that it’s as if nothing good ever existed during that period. Does this happen to anyone else? Do you have moments in your life or ages that you associate specifically with something bad? Or am I totally crazy? I like to think that I’m not consistently a negative person, but I’m a little worried here…what if I really am a “Negative Nelly”? Haha…pardon the cheesy nickname. I get it; we can’t all be “Susy Sunshine” all the time, but there has to be some light even in the bad stuff, doesn’t there? [Again, my lack of creativity when it comes to naming emotional personalities is astounding.] My brain is getting whiplash from all the back & forth between Susy & Nelly. These two really hate eachother, by the way. I need to create some neutral personality to put between the two of them (& possibly other opposing schitzo-feelings I might have) to be the referee. I wonder if Ed Hochuli will come live in my brain…

Until next time –