“Do What?”

There are many blogs out there in blogland that talk about how much they love the South.  “You know you’re from (fill in any city or geographical area) when” or the “if you understand all of this, then you must be from (again, any city or area)” lists.  While these posts, articles, and lists are mostly true and always make me smile, they are a little over-done.  So instead of an “I love the South” blog today, I’m going to veer in a specific direction.

Today, I was reminded of one thing about the South that I love.  I was at Sonic getting a corn dog and sweet tea for lunch.  (That right there ought to tell you how Southern I am without further explanation.)  I told the girl over the speaker that I wanted ketchup and mustard. Well, I tried, but I got tongue tied and that isn’t exactly what came out.  Her reply was, “do what?”. Now, in the South, “Do what?” is an expression of “I do not understand what you just said, can you repeat it?”  It can also serve as an expression of disbelief.  Instead of “No way!”, “no you didn’t!”, or “shut up!” (all as expressions of disbelief), the speaker says “Do WHAT?!”  See what I’m getting at here?  The way in which “do what?” is articulated determines if the speaker is being genuine or rude.  If said with an arched eyebrow and tilted head, then it is most likely an expression of “I can’t believe you just said that, or I dare you to repeat it” and you might want to rethink your statement and take a step back.  If said in a slack-faced, lazy way “Dew whut?” probably means that the other person totally didn’t understand a word you said or you’ve asked for something so totally rediculous that the person needed to hear it again.  Repeat your statement more slowly and with emphasis on important words.  These two words can say a lot.  I’m pretty sure that I do not say this because I’ve always made it a point NOT to.  I find it very unprofessional and not easily understood outside of Alabama.  However, it tickles me every time I hear someone say it.  It is a TRUE Southern expression just as much as “bless your heart” and “Lawd have mercy.”  It may even be unique to Alabama.  I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard it anywhere else.

So, as promised, not an “I love the South” blog, but just one thing that I do love about Southern people.

Where the hell is that cleaning fairy???

My house is a wreck.  I mean, wow, it’s bad.  It looks like it’s been ransacked and I am not exaggerating.  Huge pile of dirty dishes.  HUGE HUGE pile of clean clothes that has multiplied and spread all over the living room (yall know how much I love doing laundry). Junk on the kitchen table.  Junk on the kitchen counters.  Junk on all the floors.  UGH!  I would DIE, like, fall over DEAD from embarrassment, if anyone popped in on me right now.  The problem is that I do not have any time.  Between school and work (that’s 7 days a week) and kids (the rest of my imaginary free time), I have no time to clean.  I don’t even cook anymore!  And if you know me, your mouth is hanging open in shock.  When I do have a free minute, I prefer to sleep.  My sleep bank account is majorly overdrawn.  The Sandman is hanging around me at all times waiting for my daily deposit of shut-eye.  And he overpowers me at the most inopportune times, like when I’m in class, to demand payment.  So, that being said… I overslept this morning.  I turned the alarm off in a half-sleeping stupor.  So I didn’t make it to clinical today.  My head is killing me but I’m going to clean house today.  I need some motivation, though. I mean, other than complete shame over the state of my living quarters.  My get-up-and-go got up and went a long time ago.  Ok, time to “get off this box”, as my mom says, and get started.  I’m taking Hurricane (who has been named The Princess because she loves pink, anything sparkly, and wearing dresses 24/7) to daycare then coming back and getting started.  Yes, I am.  If you are a friend of mine on Facebook and you haven’t heard from me in another day or two, send out the search party.  I might have been eaten by the mountain of laundry and the little munchkins that I imagine live in there lol.  Come on, you know they exist.  Why else would all of your socks (and undershirts) go missing in the wash?

A Woman…

A friend of mine shared this with me.  It is powerful and I wanted to share it with you.



A woman is not to be invaded. She is not to be questioned or conquered.
This has been said a million times. Let’s say it a million and one.
She is to be loved.
That’s it. It sounds so simple It’s simple, but it’s not necessarily easy.
Do you want the body of a woman? If you invade it, you may have it.
But it will be an empty shell.
If you want her heart, that is another story. If you want her heart, you will be blessed with all the riches of the world. And you will get her body, too.
If you want her heart, you must be patient You must love her love her love her
Hold her, because you love her. Not to get anything.
Touch her, because you adore her. Not to get anywhere. Not to accomplish.
Listen to her, because you are devoted. Because you care.
At some moment known only by God, her heart will begin to open towards you.
Stand strong. She may not be accustomed to it.
No one has loved her like this. She didn’t know what would happen.
There is much fire there. She needs your strength. You need your strength.
THIS is why men are strong. Not to invade. Not to conquer. Not to battle or defend.
To handle the fire of passion when they fan it.
To stand strong when The Ocean comes to call.
To Stay when they begin to dissolve in the elemental rawness of the Divine Feminine.
By: Terri Plewa

It’s not about YOU

Some people don’t like me. Some people are rude, ignore me to my face, and say things behind my back that are untrue.  Ya know what? I really don’t care.  I have a plan and I’m following it.  I am driven.  I am determined.  I do not intentionally try to make anyone else look bad or feel bad about themselves.  If someone is offended in my presence, it’s most likely because they are having to take a long hard look at themselves.  I work HARD to achieve my goals.  I study hard to be a 4.0 GPA student.  If I don’t understand something, I don’t mind asking questions.  To some, I may look “stupid” for asking those questions.  In my mind, even if I embarrass myself a little, I’m learning.  I will not forget what I’m being told at that moment.  In my mind, if I don’t know the answer, then likely, someone else doesn’t either.  Even if they were too embarrassed to ask, or admit that they do not know, they are learning as well, at my expense.  I am inquisitive by nature.  I ask questions.  I do not mean to offend anyone, I just want clarity.  I am a straight-forward person.  I speak my mind.  Since when is it wrong in our society to speak up about something or ask questions?  When it offends others.  Well wake up people!  The world does NOT revolve around YOU.  Stop being so damned over-sensitive.  If I’m wrong, I’m the first person to admit it and appologize when needed.  I am not perfect.  I am not always right.  I am not the smartest person in the room.  I don’t know everything.  But I want to.  My thirst for knowledge and understanding may never be quenched.  Until that time, I will continue to push ahead, I will continue to ask questions, I will continue to study, and I will continue to work as hard as I can to be the best that I can.

To the people trying to stand in my way:  This isn’t about YOU.  This is about ME.  I will smile and love you the way God has taught us to love one another.  But do not misunderstand my friendliness and love for weakness.  I want everyone around me to succeed.  I am not competing with anyone at this stage in my life.  I simply want to continue on my path at break-neck speed.  Either come along with me or get the hell out of my way.  If you have nothing better to do than gossip about me and spread the lies that are being told, then you really need to get a hobby.  If you truly knew me you would not repeat what has been said because you would know these things are untrue.  Don’t think you’re hurting me, because you are not.  I am moving on to bigger and better things and this little bump in the road is just one more obstacle for me to be thankful for.  Why thankful? Because it’s just one more thing reminding me how strong I am.  I always dust myself off and keep going.  This time isn’t any different.  When one door closes, another one opens.  Right now, I’m facing a whole hallway of open doors.  And I’m smiling.  This is MY world, you just live in it. =)

_____ is getting on my nerves

Today has just been one of those days where everything is getting on my nerves.  In an attempt to purge my brain of these minor annoyances, I thought I would blog about it.  I’m not the only person who is aggravated with everything today, right?

  • Shadow, the 16 lb tub of lard, is just being needy and verbal and getting on my nerves.
  • Hurricane, the 3 year old princess is just being her non-stop-chatty-self.
  • Facebook.  Need I say more?
    • They changed the format, again.
    • People create drama and get on my nerves.
    • People post status updates and it really should be a private message to whatever person it’s directed towards.
    • Some peope share every stinking link to every stinking thing they find interesting.
  • Neighborhood kids being loud right outside my house. (Get off my lawn!!! lol)
  • Job hunting is a pain in the behind. I hate filling out online applications. Hate. It.
  • My stupid internet keeps going out making the job hunting difficult.
  • Barbie movies.  I’m sick to death of them.
  • My appetite.  I think I’m going to start chewing on the walls soon
  • My van. It’s getting older and needing more repairs.  All minor things, nothing big, but still annoying.
  • A fly that’s been buzzing around my bedroom for about 3 days.  I thought they only had a life-span of a couple days.  He needs to die already! I’ve tried unsuccessfully to squish him several times.  That buggar is fast!

In retrospect, maybe I’m just PMSing.  I would say that maybe I need a vacation, but I just had one.  *sigh* I soooo wish I was still there…

Confessions from The Crazy Lady =)

I will eventually get back to quilting and update you, whomever might be interested, on the progress of the baby quilt for my brand new neice.  Right now, I have a lot going on in my life.  While quilting may help ease some stress, I have found that I just do not have the patience for it.  I need my mind to be active, engaged, and, at times, distracted.  Quilting does none of those things for me.  Usually, when I’m quilting or doing some other task that doesn’t require much of my active attention, that’s when my mind wanders and I can think about things.  I would rather not think right now.  When I start thinking about everything that is going on, I get stressed out.  When I get stressed out I get cranky.  And eventually, depressed.  I just do not want to go there right now.  Luckily, I have some amazing friends who have helped keep my spirits high and my attitude out of the ditch.  If they are reading this, they know who they are and I can’t thank them enough for caring about me the way they do. They keep me sane without even realizing it and I couldn’t live without them.  Ok, a couple of them do realize it lol.

So while I’m sitting here avoiding contemplating my inner thoughts and feelings, I’ll explore more fun things to think about.  Like some recent confessions, or rather, observations about myself, that I have made.  I will share them with you, too, my dear readers, because I have no shame, apparently.

  • I can’t dance.  Cannot. I’m all white.  I have no rhythm or skills in this area but I still dance like nobody is watching and enjoy every second of it. That’s what life is about, right?
  • I am a great driver.  No really, I am!  *snort*  I have only had one wreck that was my fault and I ran into a barbed wire fence.  That hardly counts as a wreck! Really!  And just because I can’t find my way out of a parking lot, or back up straight, or parallel park doesn’t mean that I can’t drive.  I backed over a lawn mower one time because I couldn’t see it. It shouldn’t have been parked behind my van. Totally not my fault.  Curbs just shouldn’t be in some places.  I’m not the only one that runs over them, come on.  Just because I do not have good depth perception and have run my side mirrors into the mailbox and stuff doesn’t make me a bad driver either.  Yall agree with me, right?
  • I have no sense of direction.  None.  See the above statement about finding my way out of a parking lot.  It should also be noted that if I turn more than twice, I’m practically lost.  I cannot remember where I came from or where I’ve been.  I need landmarks when given directions.  Telling me to turn North on such-and-such street will only confuse me.  Tell me to look for the big white house with red shutters and turn right, towards some other object.  I will feel reassured that I’m actually going in the right direction.  Now, when trying to find my way back, I’m still going to be totally lost.  GPS is the BEST invention EVER!  However, it does not help one find a way out of a parking lot. I figured that out recently as well.  My van has a built-in compass and I’m telling you, that doesn’t even help me.  This is why I will not go hiking alone.  I would be lost, crying and pitiful. I would probably only be about 100 yards from civilization, but I would never figure that out because I would have NO idea where I was. Totally not kidding.
  • I am slightly ADD.  I do not have a professional diagnosis on this or anything, but that’s just gotta be it.  I can’t sit still for very long. I’ve gotten up numerous times while trying to write this blog, actually.  It’s difficult for me to sit through a movie at home.  My mind and my body want to be active.  I will keep getting up and doing things.  I have been known to play a game or mess around on the computer while watching a movie because I feel like I need to be doing something.  In the movie theater, the movie tends to hold my attention, though.  Unless it’s really long and really boring.  Then I’m sitting there DYING.  I’ll cross and un-cross my legs, reposition myself in the seat, turn around and check out the crowd behind me… I’m like a toddler when I get bored during a movie.  I’m one more boring scene away from making faces at people for entertainment.  I am able, miraculously, to pay attention and be still during my 4-hour-long classes.  They hold my attention, most of the time, because I am there to learn and I’m fascinated by my chosen field.  If I was in something boring, like, oh, English Comp. 101, for example, I would have a very hard time paying attention or staying focused.  I find my mind wandering at the most inappropriate times, too.  It’s not that I’m bored! I just can’t help it.  I sometimes miss what a friend has said to me and have to ask them to repeat it because I’ve gotten distracted by something.  Or I will give them a polite “uh huh” out of habit and they know I’m not paying attention because that wasn’t an appropriate response.  Bless their hearts though, my friends just understand that I’m “not right.”
  • I’m just weird about some things.  I have too many quirks to list here.  If I did, you people would think I’m psycho, I’m sure.  Just know that I have strange ways when it comes to certain things.  Like my personal space, for example. I can feel a couple of my friends rolling their eyes right now because they know exactly what I’m talking about. I will freak out in a crowd.  Too many people in close proximity to me makes me crazy.  Really.  That’s just one example.  I’ll leave it at that.
  • I have a twisted sense of humor. I find humor in things that most people wouldn’t think are funny.  I laugh at myself quicker than anyone else I know.  Along the same lines, I am a smartass.  I was born a smartass, I will die a smartass.  It’s who I am. If a twisted sense of humor and smartass wit offend you, then you would not like to be around me.  I’ve always said that you either love me and laugh with me or I offend the hell out of you.  There seems to be no grey area.  I’m ok with that.  I’ve found that the people who are offended by me are mostly people who do not have a sense of humor.  I can, and do, censor myself at appropriate times, don’t worry.  When I’m in a relaxed environment, around friends, and especially when I’m drinking adult beverages, however, my filter is turned off and there is no telling what you’re likely to hear come out of my mouth.  You’ve been warned.
  • About that censoring thing: I still can’t get away with anything.  I am very expressive without even trying.  People who know me well will tell you that I don’t have to say a word.  Whatever I’m thinking will be written all over my face. My friends find this quite entertaining, let me tell ya.  I will keep my mouth shut in an attempt to be polite, but my true feelings are reflected in the expression on my face.  I do not do this on purpose.  I can’t help it.  I’ve even tried to have a blank expression. It’s just not possible for me.  I would be the worst poker player on the planet.  People have burst out laughing at me before because of a look on my face that I wasn’t even aware I was making.  For this reason, I do not lie. What’s the point? I can’t get away with it.  Nevermind that I’m going to forget I told a lie and then eventually tell on myself later, anyway.  That is, if I was successful at fooling someone in the first place.

Ok, that’s enough confessions from The Crazy Lady for one day!  If you didn’t know me before, maybe this helps you understand the person behind the blog just a bit more.  Or you may just stop reading my blog because you think I’m psycho.  Either way, confession (and reflection) are good for the soul and ego.  Just when you think you’re awesome (which I totally am, by the way), take a step back and list some of your quirks or faults.  Humble yourself.  And don’t forget to laugh about it.

What do women want?

Boy, that is a loaded question.  It depends on what you’re asking us about.  What do we want in a car? A piece of jewelry? Our career? We will give you many different answers to the same questions.  Why? Because sometimes, we don’t even know what we want.  Our wants and needs change as we age, mature, and experience life.  What we thought we MIGHT want as a teenager, is nowhere near what we want in our 30’s.  Especially when it comes to men.  Now that’s the age-old question.  What do women want from men?

I’ll tell you, from my perspective, what women want.  We want a man who is confident without being cocky.  He isn’t insecure.  One who isn’t afraid to cry, but not whiney.  A man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.  We want a man who has goals and ambitions in life but isn’t just a dreamer.  He needs to be strong but also have a soft side.  Manly and macho but also sensitive.  He should be a hard worker but not a workaholic.  He loves children, elderly people, and his Mama.  He’s a Mama’s boy, but without the umbilical still attached.  He is kind to animals.  He isn’t afraid to speak his mind or his opinions, but he’s not overbearing and controlling.  He can express his hurt and anger without screaming, name-calling, cursing, or hitting.  He NEVER abuses women or children in any way.  He isn’t a drunk or an addict.  He cares about his appearance without being narcissistic.  He can be naughty and/or nice at the appropriate times.  He understands that women are complicated creatures.  We need nurturing, a challenge, and a sense of humor.  He must also be patient.  He must have a sense of humor and be able to laugh at himself as well as the world around him.  He is a “fix-it” kind of guy, but knows when “fixing” isn’t helpful.  Sometimes when we cry, we just want to be held.  There’s nothing to “fix.”  Just let us cry and know that you’re there for us.  Please take notes, fellas.    If he is unsure of what HE wants, then he’ll never figure out what women want. The most important traits in a man: Honesty, integrity, sincerity, and respect. Period.

A couple of points that I want to expand on: patience and challenge.  When I say that women need a challenge, I don’t mean that we view men a something we need to mold, shape, and change.  Or at least I don’t.  I mean that we need someone to challenge our wit, sense of humor, and intellect.  Without a challenge, we become bored.  If you’re a “yes man” or a “doormat” we will bore with you even quicker.  Have an opinion.  Know what you like, what you want, and what you need.  As for patience, this one should be a no-brainer, but apparently it’s not.  Men need to have patience with women. As I said, sometimes we just don’t know what we want yet.  We may change our minds many times about things.  If a man wants to hang on for the ride, then he needs to step up to the plate and make sure she knows that he’s worth it.  If he doesn’t make it known that he’s serious, that he wants to be with her, that he is going to do what it takes to be with her, then she may assume the opposite and move on.  Another thing about women that men should be patient about is our moods.  Yes, we are complicated, hormonal, emotional beings.  Learn to live with it, or stay single.  A lot of our reaction is centered around your actions, or lack thereof.  If you ask stupid questions, you will get an appropriate response depending on the level of her exasperation with you.  Just sayin’.

Bottom line: women are complicated.  Figure out what YOU want, guys, and then go after it.  If you’re willing to put in the effort, find the right woman for you, and hang on for the ride, then she will make it all worthwhile. On the flip-side though, if you find a woman who truly doesn’t know what she wants, and she’s flaky, then refer back to my comment about what YOU want, fellas.

August already

It’s hard to believe that it’s August already.  In some ways, I feel as if the past year has flown by.  In others, it seems to have dragged out for a long time.  This weekend, Hurricane Leila turns 3 years old.  I’m glad to be rid of the “terrible twos” but sad to see her growing up on me.  I have almost one whole year of college behind me, and one more year to go.  Red will be beginning 7th grade in a couple weeks.  Wow I’m getting old.

The past week has been a rough one for me.  In the interest of saving you from my boring whining, I’ll keep the details to myself.  It was just very stressful, mentally and emotionally draining, and yet another test of my will.  I had a little pity party for myself, pulled up my big girl panties, and got over it.  Back to the crazy life that is mine.

As I mentioned last week, I am going to TRY to take out some “me time” each day.  Or at least a few times a week. Tonight I worked on some frustrating homework.  I decided I’ve had enough and went outside for a breather.  I thought I would share my relaxing time with you so that you might enjoy it as well.

I walked outside onto my porch in my socks and scrubs.  I laid down on the little wicker loveseat that is my favorite sitting spot and stared up at the stars.  There was no breeze to stir the warm, humid air on this sultry summer night.  If it weren’t for the security light right behind me, I would have been able to see many more stars in the clear, inky night sky.  But I could see enough.  I closed my eyes for a moment to absorb my surroundings.  Cicadas singing, a neighbor’s air conditioning cycling on, a dog barking in the distance, and then a train horn blowing.  I then tried to think of the nearest train tracks.  As I stared up at the twinkling stars, I had many fleeting thoughts:

I wish I knew more constellations other than the Big Dipper
I wish that security light was turned off
What is that bright star over there?  Oh nevermind, it’s a plane.
I thought of The Lion King and the discussion that Pumba, Timon, and Simba had about the stars.
The Lion King made me think of an ex boyfriend from a hundred years ago who took me to see that movie.
Thinking of the ex beau made me smile.
Then I thought of the current one and a sigh escaped me.
If it wasn’t so humid, it would be really nice outside tonight.
I wonder who else is out stargazing at this moment?
Hmm, didn’t I have a fabric once upon a time that was called “Stargazers”?  Or maybe it was a quilt design I saw…
I really should start quilting on the baby quilt that’s been sandwiched and ready for a couple weeks now

And then a Neanderthal sabertooth mosquito bit me, so I decided to come back inside.  Leave it to a dang bug to ruin my solitude and reflection.  Sometimes it’s good to just let your mind wander.  You’ll be surprised where your thoughts take you.  I also decided to come back inside because I was feeling drowsy.  I really don’t need to fall asleep on the porch.  Not only would I wake up with a very stiff neck and back, I would most likely be carried off, or sucked dry, by the aforementioned mosquitos, and my neighbors would surely have something to say about me sleeping on the porch.

At least I got a few good minutes of quiet time in for the night.  I hope you did too!


I’m tired of being lonely,
I’m tired of “the same”,
I’m tired of the hurt,
I’m tired of the pain.
I need to know you care,
I need to know you’re “there”.
Show me some passion,
Show me some fight,
My stress is overwhelming,
I need to see the light.
Do you think of me?
Do you miss me at all?
I wish we talked more,
I wish I knew how you feel,
I wish you missed me,
I wish I knew if “we” were real.
Is LOVE just a word?
Does it hold any value?
Can it save the world?
Do you have it in you?

Bottom line: I need more.

A Little Me time

The stress of just being me has finally caught up with me.  I’m in desperate need of some “me time.”  In an attempt to escape my children for a little while and regain some sanity, I retreated to the back porch.  I called my best friend and vented my frustrations for a little while.  After I got off the phone with her, I actually took a few minutes to enjoy the peace and quiet.  As much as I hate living in the middle of nowhere, being in the country does have it’s redeeming qualities.

I was sitting on the padded bench on my back porch.  I could hear thunder in the distance.  There was a nice cool breeze and the smell of freshly mown grass in the air. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.  It started to sprinkle and I just had to smile.  I sat there, face upturned, getting damp, waiting for a downpour.  I thought to myself, it’s been years since I played in the rain.  Why not?  But, alas, no rain.  The sprinkles stopped after only a few minutes.  The smell of rain hung in the air and the cicadas resumed their monotonous melody.  I looked up to the sky and could see a break in the clouds just overhead.  The stars twinkled happily as the sky to my left was lit periodically by lightening.  I sat there for a few more minutes enjoying the cool breeze, the sounds of cicadas, and thunder..  Those few minutes to myself did wonders for my mood.

But I still need a break.  I think taking a few minutes out for myself each day would make a difference, but it’s not enough.  I just keep reminding myself that life will be much better in about a year.  After I’ve graduated from college.  I think.  I hope…

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