Make the game your bitch

This is a reblog but if you have a daughter totally worth the reading!!

I read a post last night that made me feel like a real parental dumb-ass.  I want you to read it, too.  Not because I want you to feel like a dumb-ass, but because I’m interested in what the outcome of the game will be in your house.  It’s designed to help kids develop a positive self-image.  If you don’t have kids, you can play with the game with any other human.  You may be as surprised as I was by the results.

Here are the highlights:

The mom who wrote the article had been trying to avoid having her daughter develop a negative body-image.  Her tactic (and mine) was not saying anything about her body at all.  Then thanks to Kate Winslet she realized she needed to do more (click the link above for those details).

She started intentionally talking to her daughter about things she liked about herself and her…

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Images

This last week I had two different friends who were concerned about posted pictures in social media. And I am not talking about horrible pictures, just your everyday kind of picture. This doesn’t make much sense to me. My logic is that anyone I am friends with on fb or in the world will love me as I am and for who I am inside. It breaks my heart that we worry so much about what others think. I think if you don’t like me… delete me or better yet… let me know and I will block you. Good riddance.
The picture I posted with this blog is from a day I went to Worlds of Fun. Of course I wanted a pony tail but my hair wasn’t long enough but I tried anyway. So… when I took the pony tail holder out the hair stuck straight out and I couldn’t calm it down without a shower. It is what a lot of peeps would call a terrible picture. Not me. It is just me that way I am. If you don’t like it… too bad!! Two hours later I took another pic… I posted that below. I don’t think wither is better at defining who I am. Smooches to all!!

The Body Projects of American Girls Through Their Diaries

I am definetly putting this on my to read list. sounds very interesting. Reblog!

Bump Paintings!

This is a reblog!! I love it!!

THE EDITOR'S JOURNAL

Art painted on baby bumps! Carrie Preston is a mother of 2 who lives in Cornwall UK and expanded her love of art onto Mom canvases. Do we like?

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My Little Sweet Pea

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Just a Regular Day

I just laughed through this as it is how I attempt to life a normal adult life as well. 🙂

Peas and Cougars

6:45 a.m.: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze 4-5 times.

7:00 a.m.: The husband informs me that there was a large-scale ant invasion in the kitchen in which they tried takeover our pizza boxes. Once again, glad I have a close relationship with my snooze button.

7:05 a.m.: Greeted by the puppy who is super excited to see me, even though she slept two feet away from me all night. Puppy logic.

7:10 a.m.: Shower/mini-torture session due to insane sunburn. Also, a mini-torture session sounds adorable.

7:30 a.m.: Get ready for work. It takes awhile because I’m just a regular human.

8:10 a.m.: Hug husband goodbye and walk out the door to go to work and OH SHIT THE CAT GOT OUT!

8:15 a.m.: Chase cat out on sidewalk where it jumps up and hides under our elevated deck.

8:20 a.m.: Chant softly to bushes trying to lure cat, notice…

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When good isn’t good enough

When Good isn’t Good Enough

I know when good isn’t good enough
I know when I try to do something for some people it will backfire
I am aware that I will never be good enough for them
I know my intentions
I know my truths
There are a lot of people who don’t understand me
Why would I go to so much trouble
What is in it for me

Proverbs says: Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.

I want this for my children
I want them to see good
I believe in this
I want them to see people going out of their way to help others
The problem is:
When people don’t feel the good
In their own way all they can see is evil
All they feel is the bad
Never opening up to feel the good
To accept the love

John 13:34 A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another

Ephesians 4:32 Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you

The wicked part
The sad part
It comes from family
The ones we should support the most
Love and trust the most

Proverbs 11:29 He who brings trouble on his family will inherit only wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise

How can we get that back
How can we bring back a family bond that has been demolished
Can we ensure this evil doesn’t spread to future generations
Can we kill the evil as it stands
Start to support each other
Start to love again
Forgive, forget and move on
For some that will be too hard
Some prefer to dwell in their own hate
I think they enjoy it
The sound of good falls on deaf ears
They will never understand good
It is so basic though
I prefer love
I prefer to dwell in love
Love of my family
Love of my children
Love of God
A good start might be a thank you
A good start might be a hug
Maybe you need to start smaller
Try a smile
Or a nod
Make a move
Let it go
I think I am going to try
For myself
For my family
For my children
Love

Manly Man: the magazine your wife would like you to read

I really liked this article. REBLOG

Weight

YOU CARRY THE WEIGHT
I WANT TO SHARE
I WANT TO HELP
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL THAT I AM
YES… I UNDERSTAND
I CAUSED A LOT OF THE WEIGHT
BUT WE ARE A TEAM
WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER
LET ME HELP YOU
I LIKE BEING USEFUL TO YOU
I NEVER MIND HELPING WITH HER
SOMEDAY YOU WILL SEE MY WORLD
WITH BEAUTIFUL COLORS
LIGHT SHINING DOWN FROM ABOVE
LOVE
I CAN SEE LOVE
SOMEDAY YOUR EYES WILL OPEN UP TO THAT LOVE
I PROMISE TO HELP YOU
CARRY ALL THAT WEIGHT
PLEASE GIVE ME THAT
I AM STRONGER THAN YOU THINK
REMEMBER I HAVE UNICORNS CARRYING ME OVER THE RAINBOW
THE COLORS ARE BRIGHT HERE
THE TEARS ARE REAL
AND THEY ARE FOR YOU
THEY ARE LOVE

The Raft

This poem was written at least two years ago. At the time I was having a hard time in my marriage. So it was written out of the pain of that and a dream. The prelude to the poem was written at the time as well.

Last night I had a dream and in that dream I wrote a poem. It was a spectacular poem. I knew I should have gotten up right then and wrote it down but I was tired. I remember some of it. Here is what I remember. Just bear in mind… I wish I was a good poet. I am trying. Going out on a limb to do something I enjoy but maybe no one else likes. But it is all good for me.

The raft

How did I get here?
All alone.
Isolated.
In this raft floating in the middle of the sea.
I thought I was on a cruise ship
Surrounded by people that I love
People that love me
Yet, here I am
Companionless
Alone and drifting
It is a big raft
There is plenty of food
Plenty of water
I am taken care of
Hum… that feels good
But still… alone?
Wait… I see a light up ahead
Is that you?
With your hand outstretched
To pull me in?
To save me from being alone?
I see the light in your eyes.
I see your warm smile.
I am not going to be alone for long.
Wait… where are you going?
Why would you leave me here?
Come back!
My cries fall on deaf ears
Maybe he wasn’t there after all
Maybe I imagined his warm smile
Maybe I need to see him
Inside I am crying out to be with him again
But here I am… alone on my raft
Not hungry
Not cold
Well taken care of.

Psalm 147:3 “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

Revelation 3:20 “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”

P.S. My marriage is in a much better place now!!

Seething

 

I had another dream last night
A dream of deception and hate
I am the bad guy
Maybe because I have had
So much trouble letting go
Forgiving and Forgetting
That is a fairy tale for us
Because you can only forgive so many times before you soul
Remembers
It remembers the scars
The pain and the betrayal
It remembers the torture
The tears and the fear
Your name
Your face
Your voice
It doesn’t take much I feel my blood boil
A heat from within
I have heard it said that
You can’t hate what you have never loved
That is a bitter pill
Mostly because it is true
We were close
We were best of friends
We grew up doing everything together
I am not sure where it turned
I have an idea
Funny thing is
You would have a completely
Different story
We are worlds apart but in
Some ways we are stuck here together
For the last 5 years
We have been playing nice
Making others happy
Seeing each other on holidays
Family events
Faking a smile
I am done now
I am letting go
I am letting go of you
Letting go of us

Moving on to find a new peace
I don’t need to make anyone else happy
I have a beautiful family
And I have my faith
It is time to let go
So… goodbye
Goodbye drama
Goodbye hatred
I forgive… but I am moving on