Are you really that happy to be folding someone's underwear?

I was watching TV last night and I noticed a theme on the laundry detergent commercials.  Why, oh why, do the women (because it is always women doing/folding the laundry) look so freaking happy?  They are all smiley and taking big whiffs of air . . . I am a happy person by nature and I tend to laugh and smile but I can honestly say I cannot remember ever being happy and excited about folding clothes.  I think the closest I come to being happy at laundry time is when it is freezing outside and I remember to throw my PJ’s in the dryer while I am in the shower . .  then I run out and put them on while they are nice and toasty . . .

Going to the Chapel . . .

So, this past weekend my ex-husband of a little over nine months got re-married to his first wife. They have a child together and I hope for his sake, they can make things work out this time around. What I am really confused about is why, on God’s green earth, it bothers me that he has gotten remarried.


Now, I do not want him back – not even remotely. So this is why I am so confused about my “feelings” of his recent nuptials. Maybe, it is because I have a hard time believing he could move on so quickly . .. I mean he and I have been apart for 17 months now and I have not even gone on one date. Not even a met someone for coffee. But then again, it is my understanding that the first ex-wife and he began seeing each other pretty much the week after I left . . or at least spending A LOT of time together. . he prefers to not call it dating

Maybe, I have a difficult time believing that he ever even loved me . . . if he can just move on to another, or in this case, turn tail and run to the past. Or possibly, this is one of the most fundamental differences between men and women. Women need time to heal and men feel healing is more about replacement.

So, I am hoping my “healing” time will quicken and I will actually want to meet someone or start dating again. But until then, I think I will just continue to hang out with kiddos and my dogs . . . they are better listeners anyway . . . at least the dogs listen better.

Coupons Anyone?

I took my kiddos to the fair on Friday night. I love the fair . . it takes me back to my childhood when the Lincoln County Fair would come to town. My brother and I would anxiously await the week and then when it arrived it always seemed as if Friday night would NEVER get there. We always went on Friday night. Before we were allowed to ride any of the rides, we had to go with our mom and dad and visit the animals – see what pig one first place and check out the chickens. But the rides . . oh those possible contraptions of death . . .how we looked forward to these. Our favorite, by far, were the swings. Now, back when we were kids, you were allowed reach out and grab the person in front or back of you and pull together. Then, if you were in the back, your main goal was put your hands on the top of swing, put both feet firmly on the back of the seat and launch the person in front of you with all you could muster. If my children even attempted this today, I would die. I honestly cannot believe our parents allowed us on this ride . . . but it was fun.


Now, the State Fair of Texas has lots of great food, the largest pig I have ever seen and Big Tex. As we were standing in line, we were discussing what rides the kids wanted to ride and what food we would buy. I had printed out some half price tickets from the internet and since my brother and the group of people we were meeting had arrived much earlier than we had, I had about 5 extra half price coupons. The lines to get in were rather long on Friday night and as I glanced around trying to figure out who had half price coupons and who did not, I noticed the people directly behind staring at me. Now, I admit, I have people look at me from time to time, typically due to my hair – since it is curly and has a mind of its own and can actually take on its own personality. Then, the lady that was staring at me, leaned over to her female companion and whispered something . . . and they she stared looking and whispering. So I turned around quickly and asked my daughter if I had “bat in my cave” or if my hair was just completely out of control. She said no on the hair, did a quick boogie check and told me I had nothing. So, now I am completely insecure . . . why are these women looking at me? Is my make up too heavy? Do I have a huge zit? Is it time to wax again? As I stand there contemplating all the things that could be wrong, Andrew tells me that I need to hurry up and get rid of our extra coupons because we are next in line. So, I turn around and ask the women who had been talking about me if they needed the tickets . . . They were so happy to have them and thanked me and as I turned to walk away the first lady said … “I just want you to know that you have the prettiest eyes we have ever seen” Then the other lady said “Yes you do, we were just talking about them a little bit ago”. Hmmm . . . I smiled and said thank you and the kids and I went on into the fair.

Now, I am not really sure if that is what they were talking about or if they made that up because I was nice and probably saved them a ton of money on rides that night . . . but I don’t care. It made me smile and feel good about myslef.  Now, I am not one to just talk to random, strange people . . . well yes I am, but it made me think – If something so small as telling someone you think they have pretty eyes can make you feel so great … why don’t we do it more often? I know that I more apt to point out some hideous shirt rather than pointing out a cute hair or nice pair of shoes. So, my goal is to say something nice to someone each and every day . . . wish me luck!