Five Minute Friday - Ordinary

Ordinary.

There is not one person I know, including myself, that is ordinary.  What does that word even mean? 

or·di·nar·y ˈôrdnˌerē/

adjective

adjective: ordinary

 

with no special or distinctive features; normal.

 

Each person is beautiful, different, amazing, talented, successful, extraordinary. 

 

ex·traor·di·nar·y

ikˈstrôrdnˌerē,ˌekstrəˈôrdn-/

adjective

 

very unusual or remarkable.

 

Don't let the word "ordinary" hold you back from achieving your dreams, goal, happiness.  There are no two people alike and I think that is something to be thankful for.  How boring would life be if we were all the same?

 

You know "they" always say that opposites attract...and I think it's true.  Every time you find a friend, partner, soul mate - you have things in common with them, sure, but you also see the differences in them too.

 

It's the differences that make life so much fun.  My daughter is the most extraordinary person and I am so grateful that I get to be her mother and watch her grow up and develop.  She is always learning new things and makes me act like a (big) kid again; playing, dancing, laughing, seeing the beauty in the little things. 

 

Remove that little word "ordinary" from your vocabulary that has such a way of making someone feel like less than they are...

 

End!

 

 

 

Five Minute Friday - Write

I just finished reading Lisa Jo Baker's post about being a motherless daughter and it reminded me of my own story.  How my daughter will never know the woman who gave birth to me.  To the woman I lived with for most of my childhood.  In a way I am sad, but in a way I am relieved that she won't have to go through the peaks and valleys that my sister and I went through with her. 

I also just finished thinking about my sister and how we have tried to take up the art of writing letters again. It's not easy and it's not as fast as sending an email or message on Facebook - but the joy of getting something besides bills in the mail is so nice. 

Write:  I used to write all the time.  For class.  Notes for friends.  Letters to friends that I haven't seen since I moved away from wherever I used to live.  Doodles when I was bored.  I used to keep a journal where I could vent out my frustrations, hopes, dreams, worries about the future.  I even started a "journal" for my daughter so that I could keep up with her milestones - because we all know that I am not going to keep up with a scrapbook. I was very good at writing things down at first.  Then my job got more stressful, Bug became mobile...and then started running, SAM and I have sports that we play...blah, blah, blah.

Bottom line is - I don't write like I used to and I think that is a shame.  So to the 2 people that read this I will do my very best to keep up with this blog.  Who knows, it could be fun!

Oh happy day

Sometimes I get so tired of trying to make everyone happy. It gets old. Quickly. Especially when its not appreciated on the one "special" day of the year. Yeah I am pissed.

But I used to love to drive...

The "mom face" success story didn't last long.  I now hate to ride anywhere in the car.  It is almost a guarantee that Mimi is going to scream the whole time...unless she is asleep. 

I have had a headache for days just thinking about having to get into a car.  I need a scooter.

Temper Tantrums

Mimi has somehow learned the art of temper tantrums. I sure didn't teach her how, I know she didn't learn it at Ms. Lisa's and I don't think I have seen dads throw a fit.  She throws herself on the floor, rolls over and kicks her feet.  If it wasn't annoying it would be funny.

When does she throw them you ask? Oh, anytime works for her. In the car, when I shower, when I eat something, when she trips, when we walk past her, when we pick her up, bedtime, first thing in the morning...get the idea? My fave was at 1:30am.

So as a result, we had a "come to Jesus" meeting when we went to pick up dads from work last night. So far, so good. She has tried to get by with them, but she's gets a mom face and a warning "Mia," and she stops. We'll see how long it lasts.

Picture time

Picture time

Picture time

Ungrateful charity

I have been wrestling with myself, trying to figure out if I wanted to reveal the name of the charity that made me so mad this week.  I've decided that if you want to know the name of the group you can ask me, but I won't ruin it for those that have benefited from the overall cause. 

Mia and I went to the walk this morning. The organizers ignored me. Which just solidifies my resolve not to participate in this event next year. I've calmed down considerably but I'm still rather upset . Come to find out, they were rude to my aunt also several years ago. I can't believe I forgot about that.

Our company, combined with the donations that employees were able to raise, turned in close to $1000.  I hope that's enough for them.

Shocking

I know.  It's shocking.  I've created yet another blog.  Hopefully I will stick to this one.  This is an all-encompassing blog about the McCann Clan and our lives.  ...well not too many details.  I don't want to be stalked by people I don't know.  Creepy. 

When I calm down I will try to write about something that completely shocked and mortified me today.  Maybe I am overreacting, but if I am, then I just need to avoid charities in the future. 

xoxo
MNM