Christmas Birthdays Are A Rip Off

I love this season.  Love the Christmas music, the shopping, the lights, I just love everything about this holiday.

There is one thing I hate about it though:

My birthday.

Nobody wants to go out on Christmas Eve or the day after Christmas to celebrate a birthday.  Everybody is ALWAYS busy.  And if they are not busy, I get re-gifted gifts, gifts wrapped in Christmas paper and/or a gift that they saved from Christmas.

It’s a rip off.

I’m older now, so it doesn’t bother me as much anymore.  I don’t even want a gift, but it would be nice to be able to go out and celebrate it once in a while.

As I look back, I must have gotten totally ripped off as a kid.  I bet I would have gotten double the presents had my birthday fallen in the summer months.  My Mom & Dad  did a great job with my birthday though.   They always managed to get my close friends there.  They never wrapped presents from them in wrapping paper, and I really don’t think they gave me a left over Christmas present.  They did good.

But, still Christmas Birthdays are a rip off.

I haven’t even mentioned the fact that you just blink and the whole season is gone.  Christmas flies by and my birthday goes with it!  Most others can look forward to a fun party in a different month, but nope, not me.

Until now.

I’ve decided I am changing my birthday.  That’s right folks, I am now going to celebrate my HALF birthday in the summer time!  No Christmas paper will be there on a hot day, that I can guarantee!

I’ve got it all figured out!

Unless, of course , somebody decides that my birthday theme should be Christmas in July.  😉

xoxo,

Stacy

The Little Things

I started planning my 4 year olds birthday party about a month or so ago. I had it in my head that he needed to have a “real” party. Real meaning I bake the big, fire engine cake, invite all of our family, play Pin-the-Tail on the Donkey, Make little fireman souvenirs etc, etc, etc. I had the perfect invitation all picked out, all I had to do was find the time to send them out.

Well, life got in the way. The invites turned into Facebook & E-mail E-Vites. No perfect little invitations to put in the mail.

I was so bummed.

My 4 year old’s perfect birthday party was starting to turn not so perfect. Several people didn’t RSVP. My little guy was surely going to be heartbroken. I thought I had let him down. But, then the day came.

We arrived at his Grammy’s house. He was already so excited. We blew up a few balloons. I set up his fire truck cake. I made it with the boxed stuff, not even by scratch. Surely, this will be bad. I put a few of his gifts in gift bags. Between my new job and all the hustling around, I didn’t have time to grab wrapping paper. Poor kid.

Then I heard uncontrollable laughter. It was my 4-year-old. He was so happy and excited, he just couldn’t stop laughing!

I took a step back and looked around. No, this wasn’t the picture perfect party that I pinned on Pinterest. But, it was still pretty darn cool. No, not all of our family members could RSVP or attend, but he was so happy with those who did. He took the toys out of the gift bags so fast. He didn’t even notice they weren’t totally wrapped.

He was just so darn happy!

That was when I realized, all of the picture perfect stuff I was worried about was about me. It was about my own pride. I was upset that not everyone could RSVP or join us. I was let down when I ran out of time to do the invitations, wrapping and made by scratch cake.

He didn’t care about that stuff at all. In fact, he didn’t even notice.

We all get so wrapped up in seeing what other Moms and Dads do for their kids, we forget about simplicity. Just letting him know how much he is loved by all of those around him every day means the world to him. He was thrilled with what I did for him, not for what I didn’t do.

It’s the little things that matter to kids. You don’t have to have a billboard on the side of the road to say, “Happy Birthday.” A little silly singing greeting card does the trick. Words and hugs do the trick. Being there every day does the trick. Yeah, all kids remember those great parties. But, they also notice the occasional trips to the park, brining them with you to the voting booth, letting them help you wash their car or their pet, bedtime stories and singing on the way to school each morning.

And even though it wasn’t baked by scratch, they remember helping you bake that fireman cake. And all the other things they help you make in the kitchen.

It’s the little things.

xoxo,

Stacy

The Organizing Domino Effect

Wait.. Which way was I going again?

I am not one for resolutions to start off a new year, but I will say this:  I need to get organized and I need to get organized bad!

I have a problem though.  I will start off doing great, organizing all my kiddos photos and then I will see a toy that’s not where it should be.  So, I will return the toy to the correct child’s room.  Oh o, dirty laundry still on the floor.  I’ll pick up the laundry, check everyone else’s rooms for laundry and start a load to be washed.  Oh shoot, silly cat needs to be fed.  I feed the cat and notice somebody didn’t do their chore of cleaning the little guys cat box today.  I will do that and then bag up trash.  Oh my goodness, look at those dishes!  I’ll let some soak, get a few done.  “Momma, I’m hungry!”  Ok, I’ll get the kiddos a snack and then will sit on the couch for a minute.

Wait, what was I doing to begin with?

No matter how hard I try to concentrate on just doing one thing, I get so easily distracted.  I start off so strong with one project and then start another and another and another.  Every time I try, I cannot get it all done!

It’s like an organizing domino effect!

Not to mention, the only time I really have to do these things is from about 6pm after work until bedtime.  The weekends are somewhat useful, but who wants to clean on a day off?  I would rather be building a snow man with the kids!  And I have to go to basketball games, dance, etc.

Momma needs to concentrate.  And find a way to add another 48 hours to the week.  In my dreams I have a magic wand.  Aren’t all dreams supposed to come true?

Any pointers to cure my attention span would be fabulous.  As for now, I will continue to run around in circles, organizing 1/2 of a project at a time.  😉 

xoxo,

Stacy

No New Year’s Resolution For Me

I love the idea of a fresh start each and every year.  The ball drops down and we take in the thoughts of a brand New Year.  Like most, I always have my New Year’s resolutions:  Lose weight, go to the gym, be positive 24/7, etc.  But, to be perfectly honest with you all (and with myself), the resolution lasts about a month. 

Or a week.

I decided to try a new approach for 2012.  I’m not going to force myself to the gym, but I am going to do things that I enjoy doing.  I’m going to walk more, I am going to make healthy choices and I am going to do it without putting pressure on myself.  I want to be more positive, I want to let other people’s words roll if they are negative.  Instead of waiting until the New Year, I am starting to do this now.  I mean, why not?

If I fall off track a day, it will be ok.  I’ll know where to pick the pieces back up.  I won’t wait for another year to start over.  I’ll just start fresh tomorrow. 

Why wait for a New Year to be the person that you want to be?

Happy New Year!

xoxo,

Stacy

A Holiday Grudge – Forgive or Forget?

It’s the season for being cheery.  Lights, snowmen, gifts, parties, and families, it’s a time when everyone gets together to celebrate the season. 

It’s also time to hide from unwanted confrontations.

What should you do if you haven’t spoken to a family member in a very long time?  What if they have done something to hurt you over the last year?  Do you let it go and arrive with a fake holiday smile, or do you pass the gathering by, maybe even breaking tradition?

Personally, I have a really hard time being fake.  Actually, I cannot be fake.  For me, I would most likely be sitting in a corner somewhere, watching the children open their gifts.  I would be avoiding any person that has set me off in the last year.  I am not one to hold grudges, I can forgive and forget very quickly.  Only when many things build up and build up do I start to pull away.

It takes a lot to make me angry.  Once I get to that point though, it is very hard for me to let things go.  I just can’t be fake.

I don’t want to break tradition, but I don’t want to go some place and be uncomfortable.  I don’t want to disappoint my children, but I also don’t want them to witness any bickering, God forbid that would even occur.  I really hate confrontation.

So, this is my Christmas dilemma.  Do I burn the bridge or do I mend it? 

xoxo,

Stacy

“Merry Christmas Fatty!” (Learn What Not to Say Before Going Out In Public).

 

When I was 14 years old I had an eating disorder.  Somebody had called me fat and I decided I needed to be super skinny like some of my friends.  I got down to less than 100 lbs.  Let me tell you why I will never do this to myself again.  And let me tell you why you shouldn’t either.

I was born with curves.  I have had a big booty since I was a child.  It’s me.  It’s who I am.  It must be genetic.  For a long time I hated my curves.  I thought skinny was the way everybody should look.  Society taught me that skinny was beautiful.  Guys only liked the skinny girls.  You couldn’t be beautiful unless you were a size 2, etc.  It was so unhealthy to have felt these things.  But, as a young adult, you can’t help it. 

As a grown woman, I think society can kiss my voluptuous arse.

Today, one of our outspoken, obnoxious clients said to me, “You can’t be the same girl, my God you have gotten FAT!”  A) Who says this?  B) This is why you are old and still single, and C) Learn the Golden Rule:

If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

That little rule is the reason I never speak to this client.  My Mother taught me young and for that I am thankful.  She also taught me to love myself no matter what I look like.  I didn’t a long time ago, but I do now.  I’m teaching my children to do the same.

I cried for a bit after he left.  It was already a bad day, but when somebody calls you the “F” word, it hurts.  I know it’s said behind my back, but when you hear it, it hurts.  Words hurt.  Sticks and stones can break my bones, but I think words can hurt a lot worse. 

I was sad, but I will not let him get to me.  I will never starve myself again, instead, I embrace myself.  Yes, I have gained two sizes since my last child.  But, I had a child.  I have 3 beautiful children.  If I could choose to go back in time, keep my skinny girl figure and never have children, I wouldn’t.  I couldn’t.  They are my world and they are worth every lump, bump, flesh, scar and chub on my body.

Curvy, fat, thick, wide, call me what you want.  I love myself.  I know who I am on the inside.  I’m a loving, caring, devoted mother of 3 who is in love with my amazing Fiance & children who love ME for ME.  Not for what I gain or lose.  That’s all that matters. 

No matter what you go through, no matter whose negative words you hear, no matter how bad the bullies get, you choose to love yourself.  Words hurt, but you have the ability to control how you feel.  Own who you are.  Gay, straight, skinny, fat, glasses, freckles, etc.  Do not let a bully control your life.  It gets better.  You learn from past mistakes.  Some day the bully may grow up.  Then again, they may never grow up (like the 70 year old man that said that to me today).  But, you have the ability to own who you are and make everyone else in the world see how important and incredibly amazing you are. 

No matter what flaws they find in you, own them all.  Own it.  Love it.  Embrace it.  And once you do that, everyone will desire it.

xoxo,

Stacy

 

My 12 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, 
my true love gave to me 
A flamingo in a palm tree.. 

On the second day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the third day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the fourth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Four Hybrid cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the fifth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the sixth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
$Six Mil just sayin’, 
Five golden retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the seventh day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Seven pounds of slimming, 
$Six Mil just sayin, 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the eighth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Eight maids a cleaning, 
Seven pounds of slimming, 
$Six Mil just sayin, 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the ninth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Nine Wii Just dancing, 
Eight maids a-cleaning, 
Seven pounds of slimming, 
$Six Mil just sayin, 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. . 

On the tenth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Ten Johnny Depps on tv, 
Nine Wii Just dancing, 
Eight maids a-cleaning, 
Seven pounds of slimming, 
$Six Mil just sayin, 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree. 

On the eleventh day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Eleven cupcakes with piping, 
Ten Johnny Depps on tv, 
Nine Wii Just dancing, 
Eight maids a-cleaning, 
Seven pounds of slimming, 
$Six Mil just sayin, 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
Twelve weeks of summer, 
Eleven cupcakes with piping, 
Ten Johnny Depps on tv, 
Nine Wii Just dancing, 
Eight maids a-cleaning, 
Seven pounds of slimming, 
$Six Mil just sayin, 
Five Golden Retrievers, 
Four Hybrid Cars, 
Three French fries, 
Two Ninja Turtles, 
And a flamingo in a palm tree.

*Please note, I was a little bored and killing time the last 20 minutes of work. 😉

xoxo,

Stacy

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