I decided that i would make a little Easter craft for my window.
I tool all of this.
And made this.
Some people shutter at those three little words. Mother in Laws have a lot of power. How they use this power can be the success or failure of a marriage. Some people despise the day they married their husband because they also married into a family that has a mother. That mother is controlling and still wants to be the woman in her son’s life.
I haven’t had that experience before. I attribute this to several reasons.
1. I met my mother in law before I met my husband. We use to hang out and singles activities all the time. We like each other.
2. My husband refused to be the go between. I
3. We decided early on that if we had a problem with each other, we would handle it one or two ways.
1. get over it and let it go.
2. Talk about it and come to a solution.
It has gone well. This past Christmas, my mother in law gave me this necklace.
The message says it all. I know she means every word. Today is my mother in laws birthday. I’m glad I got to meet her, and I’m glad that she allowed me to marry her son. Happy Birthday Mavis!!!!!!
My senior year in high school in 1987 at a pep rally!!!! Go Rattlers!!!!
Today, I will start today’s post off by saying. I need this post more than anyone else that is reading it. I feel horrible as I think about how this subject and how due to it that I may have impacted people in a derogatory manner.
Yesterday’s lunch with my family is a perfect example.
We all sat in a restaurant waiting on our food looking at our phones. Not speaking. We weren’t mad at one another just not engaged. We did put our technology away once our food arrived. So it wasn’t a totally bust.
But, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I treat others or view them. Also, I’ve thought about how others treat me and view me. Many times, I find that when others are speaking to me that I’m bored, not engaged, and selfishly thinking of other things. I’m finding that I would rather sit quietly with my computer, or iPhone, I know that I”m not alone. I often feel like other people do this to me when I speak to them. I deserve it most likely. Let’s be honest, I ramble. Ramblers today don’t survive in conversations because everyone is so used to getting information quickly, and in my case, by the time I finish a story, it’s old news.
I’ve learned so much from acting/improvisation.Being in the moment,
Yes and-ing and Listening
These three skills have forever changed my life, but I’m afraid sometimes that just isn’t enough. I need a good talking to. I need to get over my social media, technology, mentality, unplug and spend time with people. Engaged, unselfishly, exhilarated that someone feels the need to share their life with me. Technology is a great thing. I love my phone, my social media outlets, but I hope I never love those things as much as I love the people I get to share life with.
So if I am ignoring you during conversation, I give you permission to say PUT DOWN YOUR PHONE!
In the light of the snow, we had recently, I thought I would share a snow memory of my own.
My parents were great at making memories with my sister and I. We had the best childhood. We moved to the country when I was eight years old. We always had animals, Dogs, cats, lizards and field mice. ((These were not welcomed pets, but we had them nonetheless because we lived near cotton fields). We had beagles and labs. Sugar was by far my favorite dog that we owned. She was so smart. She would fetch other hunters game for my dad when she went hunting with him. He would then give it to the appropriate hunter. She loved playing fetch. She was good listener. She took plenty of my heartaches with her to the grave. She would sit with me on outside, and I would tell her how some boy had broken my heart. She seemed to always make me feel better. Here’s a picture of her with my oldest daughter.
Most of the time she was so gentle, but some days she was rowdy and wanted to to play.
One day, when I was about fourteen, I was building a snowman in our front yard. I just about finished it when Sugar came jetting towards me and ran right through the snowman and came back and tackled me and preceded to lick my face. How could I be mad at her after that. She was an amazing dog. I miss her so much.
I was fortunate enough to stumble onto Jimmy Carrane’s book a year or so ago. I was amazed by his ability to convey his thoughts and really make them come to life. I started following his podcast and reading articles that he had written. If you are an improviser, you might want to check him out. You will be glad you did. Oh and buy his book and t-shirt. You will be pleased with both. I love my t shirt.
Here is his website link.
At what cost do you follow your passion? For many years, my passion has been
I have sacrificed a lot to keep these three things at the top of my list of things to keep active in my life.
When you are passionate about something, it is not always natural a part of your life. There are a lot of things that can get in the way of what you really want to be doing. Their are a bunch of self help books and strategies to help you out there, gosh, reading those book might turn into a passion. hee hee.
I’ve often heard that if you are passionate about something, you’ll do it for free. Wow, I must be really passionate.
Even though at times it has been a struggle, I feel like I live my passion. Are you living your passion? If so, what are you passionate about? Just one word,I dare you.