So far this morning, I have actually been in a fairly decent mood. I actually got to have a normal conversation with my husband, with no arguing. Not that we do that all the time, it was just nice to be able to cut up and giggle at each other.
Well...scratch the good morning, I may have to work a double.
Hmm. Well I have avoided the double. Not the way I wanted to although. Maybe I just try to help out too much. Or...suggest options too much, one of the two. I kinda feel like me trying to help, I have somehow stepped on someones toes, or overstepped some kind of boundry. Why do I feel the need to apologize for trying to do something for someone?
Sometimes I just don't know how to feel or what to say. Which is where I am right now.
How can someone go from having such a good morning to "HUH? Say WUT?" in 2 seconds flat? I know I'm not that damn old yet.
Ok, so maybe I will do a lil' editing on this post later, not sure, but check back.
05 September 2008
04 September 2008
Unhappy Accepting Help?
Why if you were in a dire straight and someone was offering you help, without asking anything in return, would you turn it down?
First off, in my personal case...I don't ask anyone for help unless it is ABSOLUTELY necessary for me to do so. I have accepted help in the past, and done my damndest to take care of the person who helped me out, even if they didn't expect anything in return. I was taught that way. But for me, even in that situation, things would backfire. Not every time, but enough.
I can understand to a point being too proud to accept help. But being too proud to, sometimes makes people look like they really want to be in the situation they are in..if they aren't going to take help, then they need to do what they can to better it.
I can also see the flipside to that. Someone who will put themselves in that situation, just because they know that someone will be there to help them pick up the pieces, and still not do anything to better themselves. In essence becoming a "mooch", well that is the best word I can say without becoming vulgar. Living off of the generousity of anyone and everyone stupid enough to play into the scenario.
I wish life was more cut and dry in instances such as these. I hate being torn one way or another. A happy medium would be nice.
But life doesn't always go the way that we want it to, does it? All the aggrevation isn't worth what it does to you. I have to learn this myself. Knowing it and practicing it are 2 different things tho.
Spilt milk is nothing to cry over, neither is water under the bridge. Maybe someday soon, I can get to that point early on in a situation, and not dwell on things that nothing can be done about.
First off, in my personal case...I don't ask anyone for help unless it is ABSOLUTELY necessary for me to do so. I have accepted help in the past, and done my damndest to take care of the person who helped me out, even if they didn't expect anything in return. I was taught that way. But for me, even in that situation, things would backfire. Not every time, but enough.
I can understand to a point being too proud to accept help. But being too proud to, sometimes makes people look like they really want to be in the situation they are in..if they aren't going to take help, then they need to do what they can to better it.
I can also see the flipside to that. Someone who will put themselves in that situation, just because they know that someone will be there to help them pick up the pieces, and still not do anything to better themselves. In essence becoming a "mooch", well that is the best word I can say without becoming vulgar. Living off of the generousity of anyone and everyone stupid enough to play into the scenario.
I wish life was more cut and dry in instances such as these. I hate being torn one way or another. A happy medium would be nice.
But life doesn't always go the way that we want it to, does it? All the aggrevation isn't worth what it does to you. I have to learn this myself. Knowing it and practicing it are 2 different things tho.
Spilt milk is nothing to cry over, neither is water under the bridge. Maybe someday soon, I can get to that point early on in a situation, and not dwell on things that nothing can be done about.
Keeping Busy..(LoL)
Today, I am working on getting things done that have been staring me in the face for a bit.
Just things that I have been putting off that I need to get off my plate...Freakin' paperwork, GRRR.
I had to take a few minutes to rejuvenate my brain, because it was nearly flatlined....LoL
Ever feel that way?
God, lately I have been that way alot. Forgetting things I wouldn't normally forget, I am much too young for Alzheimer's, so it must be sometimer's or CRS.
Well for now, I am going to get back to what I was doing before I forget what it was....I'll check in again later.
03 September 2008
Whata Blah Day....LoL
We have had the kind of weather that you would rather be at home in bed instead of at work doing your job the last couple of days....
Dern the Hurricane turned Tropical Depression Gustav! BUT!!!! I am very thankful that we only got what we have...we actually had an outer band of the storm headed straight for us, but we dodged the bullet and it stayed to the east of us.
God Bless the people who weren't so fortunate.
Today at work really wasn't bad, just, well, BLAH! I had plenty to keep me busy, and I did. But if i had my rathers, I would have been curled up in my bed under my comfy comforter.
Sucks to be only 30, and have so many aches and pains. Dern the knee injuries that sparked arthritis at a young age, so that I must apply Theragesic and wear a neoprene knee brace just to walk more comfortably. The stupid affliction called "clumsy" gets me more frequently than I care to admit. The last three incidents really prove that....
#1. I fell in the building I work in July 11th, and I am sure that the people that were there got a good laugh out of it... I hit the floor on my right hip and ribcage, also landed on my right hand and smacking the right side of my face on the floor..causing me to bite the inside of my cheek...so, ya..that was really uncomfortable for days...had a bruise on my right arse cheek the size of Texas, and for weeks my ribs were very sore...yes I did get an x-ray, no fractured ribs. Thank GOD! Just severely strained muscles.
#2. August 14th, I'm not quite sure what happened, but I was on my way out of my front door, and walking down the 1st of 15 steps on the staircase at my apartment...Not quite sure if I just lost my balance, or if I twisted my ankle, but the next thing I know, I fell down the first 7 of the steps, and when I came to a stop, I was hanging on to the railing by my right hand, my shoulder was wrenched, with my right foot under my back and my left leg twisted in an uncomfortable position in front of me, at least my brain was smart enough to get my body to lean back so I didn't fall head first. The next couple of weeks has been sore as well..can't even recoop from one fall, before I have another....GEEEEEZZZZZZ!
#3. Sept. 1st..Labor Day. My husband, my brother and I, take my daughters down to the lake to swim. Well, at the paticular place we were, you have to swim between a T-peir, and a smaller dock, and to get into the water you have to walk down the stairs that are on the T-peir. My girls made it down them no problem...but I...knowing what kind of clutz I have been lately, decide to go down very slowly as to prevent myself from another injury. You guessed it, even trying to be careful proves that I am really frickin' accident prone. I get down to the next to the last step, which is wet, of course as the water splashes up on it...and the last step is completely in the water.. WHOOPS!!! Down I go, and Greg freaked out...knowing that I hurt myself pretty badly the last 2 times "BABE!!!!! ARE YOU OK????" "SURE HUN!!! JUST BE GLAD THERE WAS A BODY OF WATER THERE TO BREAK MY FALL OTHERWISE YOU WOULD BE DRAGGING ME OUT AND CALLING AN AMBULANCE!!!"
Needless to say, my feet have been swollen since then, I know nothing is broken, otherwise walking would be more of a problem, although, I am not totally pain free as I walk. The only other obvious injury from the latest fall is a spot or 2 on the inside of my left wrist were the first layer of skin was ripped off. Not very big but somewhat painful none the less..
I have always heard bad things come in three's. Well, I have had my #3, so maybe, just maybe my luck will change for the better and hopefully tomorrow will be a much better day!
Dern the Hurricane turned Tropical Depression Gustav! BUT!!!! I am very thankful that we only got what we have...we actually had an outer band of the storm headed straight for us, but we dodged the bullet and it stayed to the east of us.
God Bless the people who weren't so fortunate.
Today at work really wasn't bad, just, well, BLAH! I had plenty to keep me busy, and I did. But if i had my rathers, I would have been curled up in my bed under my comfy comforter.
Sucks to be only 30, and have so many aches and pains. Dern the knee injuries that sparked arthritis at a young age, so that I must apply Theragesic and wear a neoprene knee brace just to walk more comfortably. The stupid affliction called "clumsy" gets me more frequently than I care to admit. The last three incidents really prove that....
#1. I fell in the building I work in July 11th, and I am sure that the people that were there got a good laugh out of it... I hit the floor on my right hip and ribcage, also landed on my right hand and smacking the right side of my face on the floor..causing me to bite the inside of my cheek...so, ya..that was really uncomfortable for days...had a bruise on my right arse cheek the size of Texas, and for weeks my ribs were very sore...yes I did get an x-ray, no fractured ribs. Thank GOD! Just severely strained muscles.
#2. August 14th, I'm not quite sure what happened, but I was on my way out of my front door, and walking down the 1st of 15 steps on the staircase at my apartment...Not quite sure if I just lost my balance, or if I twisted my ankle, but the next thing I know, I fell down the first 7 of the steps, and when I came to a stop, I was hanging on to the railing by my right hand, my shoulder was wrenched, with my right foot under my back and my left leg twisted in an uncomfortable position in front of me, at least my brain was smart enough to get my body to lean back so I didn't fall head first. The next couple of weeks has been sore as well..can't even recoop from one fall, before I have another....GEEEEEZZZZZZ!
#3. Sept. 1st..Labor Day. My husband, my brother and I, take my daughters down to the lake to swim. Well, at the paticular place we were, you have to swim between a T-peir, and a smaller dock, and to get into the water you have to walk down the stairs that are on the T-peir. My girls made it down them no problem...but I...knowing what kind of clutz I have been lately, decide to go down very slowly as to prevent myself from another injury. You guessed it, even trying to be careful proves that I am really frickin' accident prone. I get down to the next to the last step, which is wet, of course as the water splashes up on it...and the last step is completely in the water.. WHOOPS!!! Down I go, and Greg freaked out...knowing that I hurt myself pretty badly the last 2 times "BABE!!!!! ARE YOU OK????" "SURE HUN!!! JUST BE GLAD THERE WAS A BODY OF WATER THERE TO BREAK MY FALL OTHERWISE YOU WOULD BE DRAGGING ME OUT AND CALLING AN AMBULANCE!!!"
Needless to say, my feet have been swollen since then, I know nothing is broken, otherwise walking would be more of a problem, although, I am not totally pain free as I walk. The only other obvious injury from the latest fall is a spot or 2 on the inside of my left wrist were the first layer of skin was ripped off. Not very big but somewhat painful none the less..
I have always heard bad things come in three's. Well, I have had my #3, so maybe, just maybe my luck will change for the better and hopefully tomorrow will be a much better day!
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