Pants!

Oh. My. Lord!  There is a woman that drops off/picks up her kids at my son's school and she makes me crazy.  Why?  Because of her PANTS!  Yeah, maybe I'm being dramatic.  It's just that, well, last year she wore the same PANTS every day.  The same ones, with the same spots on them.  Different shirts, different shoes, same pants.  Every time I saw her my mind would yell "Pants!". 

Yes, yes, I know there are other things to worry about.  Definitely.  But every time I see her I think "I have to blog about this."  So, here you go.  You're welcome.

Now, I'm well aware that some people only have one pair of pants for economic reasons, and believe me, this is not the case.  So, I just don't understand the pants.

But, the pants were last year.  This year, it's a skirt.  It's a damn skirt.  It's medium length, ill-fitting, beige polyester skirt with brown flowers on it.  Every day.  Still, my mind yells "Pants!" every time I see her.  She pairs said skirt with a multitude of different tops and shoes, but always the same skirt!  And, it's not like she's an odd size or anything.

I just don't get it.  And, don't flame me for worrying about her attire.  Believe me, I know it's a dumb thing to think about, even though I can't help but think about it every day when I see her.  But for at least 5 seconds every day I think about her and her pants (and skirt). Maybe I'm a little OCD.  Ya think?

Challenging Yourself

     Life often presents us with choices.  Well, to be honest, every day we are presented with a myriad of choices.  What to have for breakfast, what to wear, etc.  But, I’m talking about the major, life changing choices, or so they seem to be to us at the time.  In reality, they aren’t that dramatic.  Life goes on no matter what choices we make.  The clock keeps ticking, the rooster still crows (might be a different rooster though), and the tides still rise and fall with precision. 


     So, why are these choices so difficult?  It’s our own fault that we make them difficult.  But, in the end, no one has to live with the choices that you make except for you.  So be gentle with yourself, contemplate, allow yourself to make mistakes, even HUGE mistakes.  In the grand scheme of things, it will all even out.  In the mean time, just breathe. 

A letter to the Sun

Dear Mr. Sun,


     I wrote your brother, the Moon, a letter not so long ago http://stinasblablablog.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-letter-to-moon.html.  I like him better than I like you, by the way.  You aren’t as gentle as he is. 


     We’re always told not to look at you directly.  Why so shy, Mr. Sun?  What have you to hide?  Certainly, you don’t help us hide anything.  No, you point out our faults for all to see, garish and loud.  There’s no mistaking something when you point it out, nothing is lost in the shadows.  You bring full attention to every detail, as if it were your business.  You’re nosier than your brother.  You’re a tattletaler!  We can look at the moon without fear.


     You see, the problem with you, Mr. Sun, is that you think that you are the one with all the power.  Sure, you give us warmth, you help the plants grow.  But, without your brother, the one that I like better, you would be useless.  Your brother casts a lighter, gentler glow on everything.  He doesn’t burn his friends, like you do.  His light reveals the same things that your does, but he makes them beautiful whereas you just make them …lit.  He pulls the oceans, he guides us.


     So, Mr. Sun, I’m sure I’ve gotten on your bad side…which is the same as your good side, isn’t it?  I’m not afraid of you, you’ve burned me before and you will again.  You’ve blinded me too.  You’re a pompous jerk. 

Sincerely,


A moon girl

 

 

Good advice!

 

 

Pieces of me....

 

I'll always choose the adventure. 

I'll never hold back.

 

You only get one chance at this.

One.