Half way through


All day yesterday I thought it was Wednesday…..I was a little bummed out that today is Wednesday.

May the rest of your week be grand.

I’m working on staying positive.  Do I relish having another day?  Do I celebrate how much I got finished in just 2 days?

Maybe I will take a nap, since I’ve got a little time on my hands. 

Cheers to the midweek. 

Onto another fad?

A few years ago; it was the Personal Trainer, till I blew out my Achilles.

Then, I tried to train for a 5k run….hahahahaha.

Then it was Zumba with a little yoga on the side, till I went back to work.

Now it’s TRX and yoga….and I’m losing my momentum again.

Do I have it in me to keep going?

Is it just a holiday Monday keeping me down?

On Women’s day, this woman has her Man’s back

Nothing brings out the warrior in me like seeing my family hurt.  It doesn’t matter if it is a splinter or an automatic weapon, nobody messes with my boys.  Not my sons, not my husband.  They are mine, and I am theirs.

So when a harridan bared her fangs against my husband…..you got it, Warrior Wendy emerged from the ashes to bring down a fiery wrath upon the offender.

When my very big, handsome, strong, loving, capable, generous, amazing man gets upset….I’m transformed into a warrior.  He is too much a gentleman to strike back against a female, it’s a good thing I’m no gentleman. 


So on this Women’s day, there are women out there that suck, they suck joy, life, peace, and life out of people.

Just cause you are a woman, your behavior will label you.  If you hurt my boys, my man, you will pay. I will be on guard against you.  I have his back, because I am a good woman, and I stand with my men, my family.  

Happy Woman’s day to all you great Women out there.  Who love, protect, defend, nurture, work, provide, and enjoy your families.

Spine stiffened


Image credit Sermanquotes.com. 

After the massacre in Dallas last night, it was hard to sleep.  This is all so hard to understand.  

The death count is up to 5.  Law Enforcement continues to look for bombs. 

And, the hate escalates. The Daily Caller had the best coverage of the event.  The video is chilling.

I guess I don’t understand blanket hate.  


Image credit:  misrevolutionaries.com

Can we be brave today, and step away from hate?  

Pink Pistol movement


Image credit NBC Orlando

Folks, you haven’t had a bad day, until you’ve had your helmet bashed by a bad guy’s bullet, had to pick up a loved one at a morgue, had to go to more than one friends funeral in one week, had to receive a life changing text in the middle of the night.

I’m very grateful today for those brave individuals who go into the face of danger, and have some protection.  This is the helmet from one of the first responders at Pulse.  Thank God for his helmet, and that he is OK, besides the massive bruise on his head.

I’m also so amazed, and happy to hear about the Pink Pistol movement.

http://www.pinkpistols.org

They have doubled their membership in the last week.  If you are at all interested in your own self defense, please reach out to them.  Gun, no gun, know;  what are the rules, who has rights, who to call, or just getting some peace of mind.  This is a great resource to make sure you have the information that you need to make sure you ARE safe.

Obviously, bad guys don’t follow laws, signs, or decency.  I’m beginning to believe, that anything labeled “GUN Free Zone” is bait for the horribly twisted evil minds out there who want to do innocent people harm.

Be safe out there my friends.  Be informed.  Make good decisions about your safety.  Don’t give into fear, or hate.  Know that there are many, many people who want only your health and happiness.  Gun, no gun, just be informed, and be safe.

 

 

I’m the meanest person you have ever met


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We went to a seminar at Texas A&M; at the Riverside campus; at the world renown Bee Lab;  and there was a very important question in our session as we were running short of time.

“Who is the meanest person in the room?”

Unabashedly, I raised my hand.  

“You?  OK That’s great.  Let me know when we hit 1:30 pm.  My time is up.  I need you to keep me on time.”

Ok….not to mock the grad student who didn’t have a watch or an IPhone with an alarm.  Really?  You have the timeline for an egg thru pupation of a Queen Bee down to a science, but you can’t time yourself for your section of a lecture?

Not to disparage an intellectual who can’t tell time, or a great university who can’t plan a seminar without scheduling breaks or working their sections on time……oh wait. I think I have just figured out what makes me the meanest person in the room…..I hold people accountable to their actions.

We live in a world filled with arrogant jerks.  I’m not sure how we make it out of this stupid generation.

Holding the intentionally unaccountable– accountable, I’m the meanest person in the world.

When a world class institution needs this kind of help (telling time without the class bell)….we have to ask important questions like WTF?

When does the esoteric become the ridiculous?  When the nicest person you know has lost their niceness. 

Times have oficially become really dangerous.

Would that I could

I believe what you said…would that I could rest and rely on it all.

My fate, my future in your hands…would that I could let go and trust.

Your words are always truth…would that I could believe when things get hard.

My mind and my faith are at odds…would that I could bring them together.

What a force a mind and a heart’s faith can be…would that I could make that happen for me.

Nothing would be hard if my mind and my heart could be one with Your Word.  Would that it could be.  Let it be done unto me according to Your word.  I will receive it, and be grateful.

i’m perplexed

It’s official, I’m perplexed

I’m decidedly confused at the rationalization culture.  They drive down the wrong side of the road because someone is parked in their lane and they have to go around, but pissed off that you are in ‘their way, why don’t you move over?’.  Did I miss the change in the rules of the road that allows motorist to go against the flow of traffic while their designated lane is occupied?

I’m decidedly confused by the entitlement generation.  A neighbor with a much bigger yard than mine, needs to sit and play in my front yard, because they don’t want to use theirs?  What?

I’m profoundly….annoyed by the smart phone generation.  Could you please maintain your lane while traveling at 85 miles per hour while texting, or have you not seen a Nascar wreck? They slow down to text, then speed up when they realize that traffic has caught up with them, but slow down again, because LOL….it’s a funny cat video?  Then stare you down for maintaining your speed on cruise control.  Really.  You can text and drive, but cruise control eludes you?

I’m continually amazed that I can say the same thing 4 times, but a random stranger can come into the conversation, make the same observation that was ignored, and now it’s somehow brilliant?

When I come to yoga early, and set up my mat, and wave to my friend, but she can’t see me standing 10 feet away, and at the end of the class asks me if I snuck in late?

I wonder if I haven’t been abducted by aliens, and it’s just a hologram of my persona going through the motions of my life, because no one is present anymore.  No one is really here.

No one….  Where did we all go?

Roller coaster

Ups and downs,

The slow roll up the hill.

Mechanical clanks, whirs, and buzzes…..

The stop.

The anticipation.

Then…..

  
Courtesy of Cedar Point, Sandusky Ohio.  

The Gemini, a twin racing coaster.  One of Cedar Point’s last wooden roller coasters built.  One red line.  One blue line.  A race to the finish line.

Racing down those tracks with the view of Lake Erie so close, you could fall in…if the track would lean just a little more.

My cousins and I would team off, 2 to the blue line, 2 to the red.  We would have to take turns.  My cousin Tracy and I were the oldest.  We would trade off, my brother for her sister, and switch lines.  

We all won, we got to ride history.  

Unaccompanied minors, running through an amusement park, free to explore and have fun, we never felt afraid…except at the top of the hill, when we would fight the fear back and would concentrate on who would win…Red line or Blue line.

Sometimes, daily life feels like a roller coaster.  On these days, I remember Cedar Point, and how fearless I was a a 12 year old running unaccompanied through an amusement park with her 10 year old cousin, 7 year old brother, and 6 year old cousin and never a doubt we would have a blast.

To fearless times, may they last forever.

Getting the sass back

Getting older

  The gray hair isn’t pretty

    If I could gray gracefully 

      It would be a dream.

Hair color.

  The process isn’t fun

    The color doesn’t last

     Why am I fighting my hair?

How do I be me now?

  Who is this gray haired woman?