Be Kind

Being kind, is a way of life. It's a choice you make, and a gift you give to this world.  

While shopping recently I experienced a cashier, who was obviously not thrilled with anyone, or anything.  I could overhear her complaining about patrons.  People asking too many questions,  needing too much guidance in their purchases,  or phoning in with 101 Christmas tree questions. It had become too much for this one paticular cashier.  Who was in no way trying to hide her discontent.  

Flash forward.  I'm eating lunch today in a little local BBQ place.  I come here when I need to remove myself from the world.  It's quiet,  Christian music plays in the background,  and I can filter out the noise from outside.  They, and the food, are incredible.  I sit in the corner where I can just. .....BE.  Today however, I'm noticing the people.  All walks of life,  each chatting with friends and family.  I also notice something else. They all have,  stuff.  I can tell by their facial expressions that some are overjoyed, some are deep in thought about the painful story coming from their friends heart,  but all of them have stuff.  

We all carry baggage, of one kind or another. We all have stories to tell, or some trapped deep inside we'll never share. Regardless, there is passion, joy, pain, hurt. ..life.  so to the cashier who has lost her compassion for the customer asking a million questions, be kind. That man just lost his wife to cancer. The lady asking about trees,  she's elderly,  on a fixed income,  and really can't afford the tree she so desperately wants in her living room.  That teenager,  the one who won't get off the phone,  someone in her life is treating her unkindly, and that's the only true friend she has.  

To the customer, upset because the cashier is complaining, or not going fast enough, or just doesn't seem to care. She's a single mother of 2, trying to make ends meet.   She works 3 jobs,  and way too many hours. She hasn't slept in days,  and she's still not sure how she'll provide Christmas for her baby's.  

Be kind. We all have stuff. 

When the heck did THAT happen and Prince

Recently while having lunch with my sweet hubby, we sat down just like normal. That's when IT happened.  As we started to remove items from our tray I was somehow unaware (at first) that I was placing his chili in front of him and removing the lid while he was putting the straw in my drink. As I poured out his fries and opened his ketchup, he was tracking down my dressing, and opening it for me. It ended as he handed me napkins, and I opened his crackers. THAT'S when it hit me!  I stared at him for several seconds, and asked... "When the heck did THAT happen?" Had we become each others parent? Were we just being really kind to one another? I dunno.... Over the past 7 years we've experienced several serious illnesses. Starting with me, and ending with him and his open heart surgery. He's always  been there for me, been the best care giver anyone could ever ask for, and never left my side. I do the same for him, although I never feel I've done enough to help. So, I suppose in the thick of things, we learned to care for one another, and it has become habit. I wont complain, I'd rather be caring, and handing out saltines at a meal, than sitting across from someone that you never communicate with.

Prince, as well all know by now, unless you happen to live under a rock, died last week. I've waited to blog about this because I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to say. I thought about writing some cute little story that included Prince quotes everywhere I could fit one, but it just didn't seem right. I was a child of the 80's. It's where my claim to fame "teenage" years were well spent. What I wouldn't give to go back knowing what I know now! Prince was part of that era for me. I belted out his songs in my bedroom, in cars, and at the beach, where I spent most of my off days in Florida. There were nights my Sister Joylyn, 10 years younger, would come in after a bad dream, or just for some Sissy time, and curl up in my bed, light glowing from my big 80s stereo, playing Prince tunes, among others. Joylyn called me that day, crying.   Prince had died, and for her, along with it, those childhood memories. I reminded her, just like those memories, Prince may be physically gone from this world, but look what he left behind for us to enjoy! That music would always be there. Those memories made, all those years ago, we'd always have. The greatest part about life is, although this moment in time, that we may hold so dear WILL change, but we can make new memories, and have new stories to tell. We may not be able to go back to the 80's, or to whatever that special time was in our past, but we can always look back, smile, and say I DID THAT!


Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful. ......Prince

Fibromyalgia, New Baby Smell, and Looking Like A Lobster.

Today I'm dating Fibromyalgia, FYI, he's a jerk!
I was rudely awakened this morning by pain in my shoulder blades. At first I thought maybe my hubby had punched me in his sleep, because my fibromyalgia had been dormant FOREVER! Then, as I thought this through I realized hubby had just undergone open heart surgery. The chances he'd punched me were slim. As I rolled to the edge of the bed, it became painfully obvious. Sigh   I'm breaking up with you Fibromyalgia! You're a jerk, and my hubby doesn't approve!
So now the list goes, pain hurts, depression lies, and fibromyalgia is a jerk. Don't get me started on anxiety, and Lyme Disease! Bwahahaha

Fortunately for me, my latest bout with depression and anxiety was re-routed into great joy with the birth of my second Grandson! I got to go hold him and get that new baby smell on myself! He's perfect. Ok, so I'm biased, because he's mine, but still.
We tried taking some pictures of the newborn with his Ya Ya,  (My cool Grandma name, given to me by my first Grandson)  but I had decided to forget that my meds don't like the sun, and I stayed out in it ALL day, while face painting at the local fire department/Pink Heals Car Show. Guess I was going for that Lobster look.  Doesn't matter, baby was handsome enough to cover any imperfections I may have been revealing in my red mug.
Take care peeps, I'm going to go roll in Epson salts and Aloe Vera goo!

Go BIG, or go home, and if you can't go home, have babies!

Never let it be said that my crazy family can do anything the easy way!
Today I'm sitting in the hospital waiting on word of my Sweet Hubby, who is in having By-Pass surgery. As I sit here, my daughter is a few towns over in another hospital having my second Grandchild! My litte monkey, Baby R, who we are still unsure is male or female, will be bursting forth into this world sometime later today. I'm sure my daughter wouldn't appreciate me saying "bursting forth". It is HER womb after-all! Regardless, we're excited!

Prom season is upon us. I have a daughter and niece graduating in June. They've both picked out their prom dresses, and are ready to roll! Praying a safe and fun filled night of frolic, with a tad bit of running amuck! Running amuck runs rampant in my family, and ya only graduate once. (Well, from High School) I've always told my children... "GO.. Do something crazy! Don't hurt anybody! Practical jokes are a staple in our household. Surely they can come up with SOMETHING! Do they do this? NO! I so wish I could go back to High School. I'd be in trouble constantly, but oh the fun I could have!

OK, have a lovely day everybody! Please pray for my hubby and my daughter!  It's greatly appreciated!

Auntie Aims