it's been a long time since i've done a weird finds post . . . and boy, do i have some for you today! feel free to click on the images if you are interested in any of them . . .
1. Bacon Band-Aids! I wonder if they're flavored as well...
2. Breathable Chocolate?
3. Bacon Flavored Diet Coke . . . I think I just barfed a little in my mouth
4. Goodbye, Burts Bees . . . Hello, Butter Stick.
5. Nothing like the refreshing taste of Dill in the morning.
6. Mmmm . . . I love me a meaty flavored mouth!
7. Drinkable Lettuce.
8. This one just grosses me out.
9. I'm really struggling to keep myself from buying this one.
10. Now . . . I had to save this one for last so you wouldn't get completely grossed out at the beginning. This one is not the only one. There are 101 more flavors to check out. Click on the image for all of them.
{today was hard}most days, being a mom just comes naturally, but today . . . i really struggled to not just run away, screaming at the top of my lungs, tearing my hair out in clumps. my three year old was very much . . . alive . . . today. even after i got him and my daughter down for a nap and was able to rest, i had a dream that i was at church and my husband was nowhere to be found for hours. in the dream i went in the restroom and my skirt had fallen off of my backside without my knowledge and no one had told me. on top of that, i lost my kids there and every time i would find them, they would run away and disappear again. when i woke up, i was ready to pull the covers over my head and feel sorry for myself the rest of the night. then i heard the sweet sound of my kids giggling while their dad was tickling them. i decided to start the day over. somedays, it's so hard to remember that things may not always go smoothly, but each day with these kids is such a blessing. one day i'll look back on these days when the kids are all grown up and i'm sure i would give anything to relive even the days that are a little intense. after all, my son will never be 3 again. he won't always have that innocent sparkle in his eyes and i won't always see the same look of wonder in his expression when he experiences something new for the first time.
Being a mom is hard and I don’t think any mother will dispute this fact.
It’s physically, emotionally, and mentally demanding.
It can wear you down,
wear you out, and wear you away.
Being a mom is hard for so many reasons.
Physically? A full night’s sleep when your children
are young is an impossible dream
(that you never even get to dream because you never get to sleep).
You are constantly caring for others and barely finding time for yourself to even eat or drink. Taking a shower is a luxury
of which a new mother dare not dream.
And on top of everything else you are constantly being climbed on,
having your hair pulled, small, sticky hands all over your face.
Personal space?
A mother doesn’t even know what that is.
I am sure most mothers understand the familiar concept associated with
new mothers of being “touched out” where you just want to sit, alone,
and have no one touch you after having
your personal space invaded all day, day after day.
Being a mom is hard
emotionally and mentally.
The constant worry, anxiety, not only about your child’s safety but about your
parenting decisions and whether or not you are raising them
properly can turn you into a bundle of nerves.
Giving your one hundred percent to your children only to have
them shout at you repeatedly, “Mean Mommy! Mean Mommy!”
makes you want to just curl into a ball and give up
since you are obviously a terrible failure as a mother.
Being a mom is hard because you have to let go when you aren’t ready,
you have to teach them when they don’t want to listen,
you are constantly being
watched and copied,
making your every action
and word incredibly important.
Being a mom is hard because
you have to stand your ground
at times when you simply want
to scoop up your child
and hold them close.
Being a mom is hard because there is no end at the end of the day,
no end at the end of the year, no end even at the end.
For all eternity I will be their mother.
Being a mom is hard. It’s tiring, draining, stressful,
demanding, challenging, exhausting, tough.
Ms. Thesaurus here could continue but I will stop.
I think you get the idea.
But for all that being a mom is hard, I love being a mother.
It is worth every strenuous second.
here's a poem i would like to leave with you:
Before I was a Mom
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mom
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late
I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was a Mom,
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to lullabies.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't worry whether or not my
plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been pooped on,
Spit up on,
Chewed on,
Peed on,
Or pinched by tiny fingers.
Before I was a Mom,
I had complete control of myself;
My thoughts,
My body,
And my mind.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so that doctors could do tests or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't
want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew something so small could affect my
life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my
heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a
Mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of
the night every ten minutes to make
sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
The joy,
The love,
The heartache,
The wonderfulment,
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so
much before I was a Mom. - Unknown
father's day hasn't always been one of my favorite holidays, until more recently. growing up, i didn't know my real father and my step-dad wasn't exactly the best father figure. he and my mom divorced when i was ten. a few years later she met Mark.
he immediately accepted me as his own and has always been there for me.
we've had our rough moments but
i can't imagine my life without him.
he became a good friend to me as i entered into adulthood but has never been afraid to tell me when i need to straighten up. he is a hardworking, funny, smart and kind man.
i am so thankful
that he is in my life and is my children's loving Grandpa.
another excellent example of a father, in my life, has been my own Grandpa.
he was alwaysALWAYSthere for me and my family. back when it was just my mom and i (long before Mark and my brothers and sister)
we lived with him and my Grandma off and on and he treated me as his own child. he taught me how to write my name, how to ride a bike and how to draw. he read me stories as a small child, took me to the zoo and for walks in the rain.
he was one of the smartest, most caring, humble men i have ever known.
i know that no one in this world is perfect, but my grandpa was pretty darn close.
my husband {Chester} and i have a bit of a unique story of how we met and how (quickly) we were married. i'll share that with you a different time, but today i feel compelled to tell you about how my husband became a father.
we met on Thursday, November 6th of 2008 on what was basically a blind date. we hit it off{obviously}and the next night,
after we were both off of work, he came out to meet my family (mom, dad, brothers, sister) and my son {Bailey} who was going to be a year old on the 9th of that month. i don't remember much about that night other than oogling over my new-found heart throb. the next day, Chester returned to my side of town.
{a 40 mile trip}
to take Bailey and i to meet his parents and siblings. it was a great day. his family was so sweet, kind and accepting of us.
it felt like home.
the next day was Bailey's very first birthday. Chester drove all the way back out to my side of town, sleep deprived and just about broke from all the
driving back and forth, just to make it to this little boy's birthday party.
Chester was surrounded by people he had just barely met, but the whole time,
he was happy and friendly and his attention was focused on Bailey.
he helped open gifts and played all day long with him. after a fun celebration and {lots} of birthday cake devouring on the part of my son,
i put Bailey to bed in my room upstairs. when i came back down, Chester was snoring on the couch. i woke him up and figured he would get up and make the long trip home, but we ended up talking into the early morning hours. i had the baby monitor on during this time and at one point we heard a strange noise. i went to check on my son and he was throwing up. he had way too much birthday cake . . .
. . . {sugar overload!}
and just couldn't seem to quit throwing up.
i swept him up out of the bed and took him downstairs where this tired man stood . . . who gladly accepted this sick child into his arms. he held him, sang to him and comforted him . . . completely drenched in baby vomit. as silly as it sounds, that was the moment that i truly fell in love with Chester. this young man, who had no children of his own, stood there, caring for this little child,
rocking him and singing to him, letting him cry and throw up on him,
completely enveloping him in love.
i knew, at that very moment, he was meant to be the father of my children.
that was one of the most selfless examples of parenthood i have ever witnessed.
Bailey will never doubt
the love his father has for him.
each day, i am just in awe at what a wonderful dad Chester is to our kids.
there is no difference in his love between Bailey and his own {our daughter Chloe and son, Porter}. sometimes i forget that he wasn't there
for the first year of Bailey's life. he plays with him, tickles him and loves him every day. he's amazing with all three of our kids and each day they just about jump through the roof in excitement when daddy comes home from work.
sometime ago, a song came out that touched my heart in the deepest of ways.
it embodies what my husband is to Bailey and it also explains how i feel
toward my dad, Mark. please watch . . .
here are the lyrics:
He Didn't Have To Be (Brad Paisley)
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone
Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run
I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old
He took my mom out to a movie and for once I got to go
A few months later I remember lying there in bed
I overheard him pop the question and prayed that she'd say yes
And then all of a sudden
Oh, it seemed so strange to me
How we went from something's missing
To a family
Lookin' back all I can say
About all the things he did for me
Is I hope I'm at least half the dad
That he didn't have to be
I met the girl that's now my wife about three years ago
We had the perfect marriage but we wanted somethin' more
Now here I stand surrounded by our family and friends
Crowded 'round the nursery window as they bring the baby in
so, the last few days have been a bit rough. this morning, while doing my usual quote search on the internet, i found this website. the following article can be found here at Discovering Purpose.
46 Things To Do When People Don’t Like You.
by AYO OLANIYAN on FEBRUARY 5, 2010
This post was inspired by reading Professor Martin Seligman’s book ‘Learned Optimism’ and watching a clip of a ‘celebrity’ (gosh I don’t like that word lol!!!) being interviewed. It came to a segment during the interview, where he/she stated, if people don’t like me, WHAT DO I DO?
That stuck like glue!!! Let’s look at the facts, ‘YOU CAN’T BE LIKED BY EVERYONE’ and you certainly don’t like everyone (that may be controversial), so the sooner you understand this principle, the happier you would be.
No matter how hard you try to impress certain people, they can’t/won’t like you. It could be very painful at times, particularly when you mean well, but such are the challenges of life.
I hold a strong opinion of making conscious efforts to meet people, make friends, be nice, open……. Instances where your gestures aren’t acknowledged or welcomed, shake the dust off your feet, lift up your head, and move on to better or higher territories.
The twist in this topic is you may be disliked for behaving in ways which are acceptable by societal standards/judgements or be disliked for your nasty character and bad habits.
So what do you do, where do you turn to?
People may not like you for the following reasons:
You are better than them.
You are very confident.
You work hard
They are envious of you.
You smile or laugh a lot
You are very lousy and can’t be trusted.
You are totally disrespectful
Your descent, race, colour, upbringing, social circles…….
You are rich, poor, educated, uneducated.
You speak funny, straight or posh.
Your views on issues are logical and rational.
You are too big, fat, tall, short, thin…..
You are good looking or ugly.
You’ve got a decent job.
You are a fussy eater
You move within a certain class of society.
You are unhelpful.
You are snobbish…..
The list is endless, but the concept of this post is to suggest certain attributes to develop, steps to take in order to handle matters which relate to you being liked or disliked.
Your aim should be to find at least one useful tip which aids your personal development.
In no particular order, here are:
46 Things To Do When People Don’t Like You.
Get on with your life believing there would be opportunities for you to meet people who would warmly embrace or accept you.
Just be yourself, accept who you are by living a life of authenticity, remembering you can’t be liked by every one.
Move a step further from accepting yourself to loving who you are.
Examine your life to see if there are areas that require a constructive change.
Build up your self confidence.
Develop good habits or manners and for heavens sake, work on those bad, filthy or annoying habits ranging from……(you know them)
Understand that people relate with each other if they possess the same ideals, character, thoughts, goals…..
Be open to change.
Keep Your Ego In Check. Some times your ego comes in conflict with who you really are.
Celebrate your strengths and have a positive attitude. That’s what makes you distinguished and if some people don’t like it, OTHERS will.
Meet new people, make new friends.
Say positive things about who you are.
Try doing simple things.
Be content and happy with those who love or adore you and cherish all those memorable moments.
Spend a lot of time with the people you love.
Show constructive optimism in everything you do.
Don’t lower your standards or compromise your moral compass to please the people in question.
Deal with your vulnerability.
Give people time to get to know you better.
Be Proactive. Be moderately proactive and plan carefully for what you want to achieve.
Learn to improve on your art of communication.
Smile or simply walk away.
Just enjoy yourself and be happy.
Think positively and highly of yourself.
Keep working hard, being truthful, showing love, ……….
Stop pushing yourself on people, trying to be in their faces all the time.
In some cases do more listening, less talk.
Stop comparing yourself to others.It’s very important you carve out your identity, style and avoid comparing your life to those around you.
Don’t contemplate doing anything dangerous/silly which could inflict harm on you physically, emotionally etc. You are unique in your own way.
Avoid slandering or promoting gossip about the people in question.
Always maintain your dignity and self respect.
Resist the temptation to put down one’s hobbies/desires.
You can use your time wisely and productively
It might be a sign to improve on your physical appearance sensibly such as combing your hair, brushing your teeth lol!!!, having a bath, wearing decent clothes……..
If it gets to a stage you are abused, report to the higher authorities such as the police, teachers, managers etc. I want to stress if you are bullied in school, inform your parents, report it to your teachers. If you are bullied at work and there’s concrete evidence, report it to your line manager.
Ensure you aren’t trapped into doing things you aren’t comfortable with (i.e. wrong) in order to gain favour.
Avoid bragging about who you are or what you’ve done. That just makes it worse.
Don’t forget your sense of humour and use it to your advantage.
Keep building your self esteem.
Don’t be too hard on yourself.
The last section of this post would be devoted to people who have been hurt as a result of close members of the family i.e parents, sister, brother, spouses..openly showing so much disgust and dislike to you.
At times you may be at fault or they are simply………
Talk to someone about it. You may consider seeking professional help.
Be humble, apologize and seek an opportunity for reconciliation if the problem stems from you.
Reach out to your family even if you get rejected. It’s tough; it hurts but please make an attempt.
Avoid turning to dangerous drugs, to push away the painful thoughts you may have. If you’ve started please see a professional.
Find hope somewhere in your heart believing your current situation will take a turn for the better
Above all . . . Be a survivor in ALL circumstances.
