August 20, 2007
August 14, 2007
Be Humble and Have Humility!!!!
If I hear one more person say how bad they have it and in the next breathe complain about how their parents/family only gave them so much money, in their time of need or their parents bought their kids clothes/toys/stuff that weren't to their exact liking, I think I will scream. Don't they know how selfish and bratty they sound!!!
We do not have anyone and I mean anyone to help us out. No one buys our kids clothes for school or any other time. No one helps us out when our food is short, there are bills to be paid, our rent is due, our car is broken down, or we have no gas. We do without and we learn to budget better next time. I would love to have family to help us out, but we don't. I hate when people brag about all that they have.
Don't people understand that there are people out there that barely have enough money to make it each month.
One lady, I know, complains she can't buy anymore clothes for her daughter because her daughter does not have enough room in her closet for anymore clothes and she still has tons of clothes, with the tags on, that have not yet been worn. Another complains about the car she is given. Another about her new big house that her husband bought for her. The list could go on for days.
I worry about having enough money to pay the bills and having enough food until the end of the month. My children only get clothes when they outgrow the ones they have. I would love for them to have more but we just can't afford extravagances. We feel lucky to have been able to buy a used 98 Plymouth Voyager last year.We live in a apartment, I am not sure we will ever be able to afford a house. Can you see why these peoples complaints bother me so much!!!
I love when people like to point their finger and say well it's your own doings, you shouldn't have had so many children. If you had less children, you would have more money.
Yes, I can see where you would think that is true, but since birth control failed twice and I don't personally believe in abortion, God chose the amount of children I have. He also chose for them to have special needs that can be costly at times. He also chose for me to be disabled.
So in fact you are blaming God. So why don't you take your foot and shove it into your mouth a little more. You obviously don't know what you are talking about.
I am not even jealous. I am just tired of the "Me" attitude. Be thankful for what you have and are given. Don't brag to make yourself look better. Understand that for some people life is hard. Think before you speak. Be humble and Have a little humility. In God's eyes no one is better than anyone else. We are all equal in the eyes of the Lord!!!!!!
August 9, 2007
Sometimes I Wonder About Certain People......
I took my first swim exercise class today. I tell Ryan, who is in the other pool, that I will try the class and stop if it gets to hard.
The instructor says "Oh, once you start you can't leave."
The instructor asks if anyone is new and I raise my hand. She explains that it is pretty self explanatory and thats that. I start in the shallower end and ask the instructor if it is harder in the shallower part or deeper. She gives a lame explanation that both are harder in their own way. I decide I will continue and see if I can't adapt myself. About 20 min into the routine, my legs start to really hurt.
I ask, if the deeper end might not be easier on my legs.
She gives me attitude and asks in a snide tone, "So, whats your problem?"
I look at her dead in the eye and say, "I Have MS and my legs are starting to hurt!"
Chagrined, She says, "Oh, deep end is better, here is a weighted belt"
She is overly nice to me the rest of the time.
What I don't understand is, I was the first one at the class and I walked in with a cane. Wouldn't that be a clear sign that I am disabled. DUH!!!!!
I understand that I was about 10-20 yrs younger than everyone, but being young doesn't mean you are excluded from being disabled. If I was more able, I would have been doing aerobics/step in the workout area. I took this class so I would feel more capable and fit in better. What the instructor did was cause me to feel yucky about myself and singled out attention wise. Whats even sadder is that this class was specifically for the physically challenged. She should know how to teach this class. KWIM!!!!! It just makes you wonder, these people are supposed to know better. At least the people that hired these insructors should....
That said, even though she wasn't the best teacher. I did make it through the class. I felt like that, in it's self, was a big accomplishment, even if she was a Non Compos Mentis!!!
August 8, 2007
I Bought A Scale
I Hate Scales. I liken them to a Medieval Torture Device. I have been heavy since I was born and have always dreaded weigh in day. I actually never planned on owning a scale. Yet there It is sitting in our van taunting me. It wants me to weigh myself but I am resisting. I don't know how much longer I can take the pressure. We actually bought it to monitor Hunters weight. So why is the scale picking on me. Yup, it's winning. I am going to go get that scale and weigh myself. If you hear a loud scream. That was me, losing what mind I have left. Wish Me luck. This will get ugly!!!!!!!!!!!!
August 6, 2007
Please Support My Fundraiser!!!
In an effort to meet the costs of the therapeutic and medical needs of my three special needs children. I have started a fundraiser website. I am not asking you directly for money. I am just asking you to get the word out about my website.
I am actually offering to becoming a Personnel Web Assistant in exchange for a donation to my children's fund.
So would you please do me a favor. Check out my website and pass it on to people who might need my help/service.
Here is the website: http://hstrial-kmiller657.homestead.com/index.html
Thanks for spreading the word!!!!
August 4, 2007
I was tagged by my friend Andrea(by the way, Thanks!!!) to give 8 random facts/habits about myself.
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog or e-mail (about their eight things) and post these rules. (**if you’re a non-blogger, you can email them!)
4. At the end of your blog/e-mail, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.If you are doing this by e-mail send them the rules and your facts/habits via e-mail.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment or e-mail telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog or e-mail with your awnsers. Eight random facts and/or habits!!!
Alright here are my 4 facts and 4 habits, enjoy! Please don't fall asleep!!!!!!
When I was a little girl, my sister and I were the same size, even though she was 2 yrs older than me. Quite a few times, when we were out together, people would ask if we were twins. So we came up with this idea, to tell everyone who asked, that we were 2 of 3 triplets. So whenever we went out by ourselves and met anyone we had told, we would go by a one of three names, so they wouldn't catch on. It was hysterical because people actually believed us. We almost only got caught once. Someone stopped my aunt and I, at a store and asked how we all were. My aunt did not know how to respond. To this day I still think that she thinks that person was on drugs.
When I was a little girl, my family life was so overwhelming that during the roughest times, I would hide under my grandma's coffee table that was covered with a sheet. It was my own secret cave. My grandma would make me a paper bag lunch and I would stay there all day. I would read, play with my dolls, color, or watch her TV. When she was making cookies, she would sneak me some to eat. I love and miss her very much. When I was little, I felt like she was the only one that understood me.
When I was in Jr High School, I wanted my hair permed for the 9th grade dance. I had very straight hair. It took a lot of convincing but I eventually got my mom to perm my hair. She was a professional Hair Stylist, so I had no fear that she would do a bad job. So the day of the dance she perms my hair and then puts it in curlers. Two hours before the dance she was finally done, I look in the mirror and I see, SHIRLEY TEMPLE!!!! I don't know how in the hell, I didn't freak out. I told my mom that I had to be at the dance early to set up. I went to my Jr High School and met up with some of my friends. I had a good cry and then they helped me wet my hair down and styled it. Once we did that my hair actually looked great. I even got a boyfriend that night. People kept on telling me all night how great I looked. If they only knew!!!! Thank God for my friends.
I played sports since I was 5 yrs old. When I was in 10th grade, I tried out for the Varsity Girls Field Hockey Team. Our coach chose me to be on the team. I was so happy and then I found out that the new girls had to go through initiation. The first two tests weren't to bad but the third was horrible. We had to run across the Football field in our Bra's and Panties, while the Varsity football team was practicing. I had never been so embarrassed in my whole life. I was beet red. I was very shy at the time. The fact that the boys were whistling at us and making lewd comments didn't help. I was actually asked out by one of the team, the next day.
When my sister and I were in our teens, we used to sneak out on Friday nights to go to the roller skating rink. We would wait until our mom left to work the night shift and then put on our really tight Gittano jeans and short shirts and walk to the skating rink. We would stay there until 12pm and then walk the mile home in the dark. Our mom never caught us. She eventually started letting us go a year later. Still the best times we had were when it was done on the sly.
I will take anyone into the bathroom with me. I mean, when I am on the phone. I have been known to take Dr's offices, utility companies, friends, and family in the bathroom with me. Especially when they put me on hold. I will do my business and not say a word. With the amount of children I have, it is important to utilize all my time. Shocker, Huh!!!!!!
I am very fussy about the way food is cooked or prepared. If I think or feel that you defrosted your meat products too long, didn't wash your hands before you prepared the food, didn't clean the chopping board the right way, touched my food with your bare hands, left the food in the fridge for too long, and/or if I feel that the pots, pans, dishes, or utensils are not clean enough to cook/eat food off of, I will not eat your food. I have a horrible Gag reflex and if those thoughts come into my head, while I am eating I will gag and throw up. I am so Twisted and Picky!!!! I know and all I can do is apologize...
I love to believe in the best in people. I believe that all people are good until they prove me wrong. I have been accused of being gullible and in some ways I am. I just feel that the world has become to cynical and that what we need is hope in the human race, not fear and suspicion. The world should be less about me and more about the greater good, Glorifying God!!! I am not saying that I have not been hurt believing in what I believe. But I have also made some wonderful friends that I would have probably never met had I been cynical and uncaring. Sorry, preaching over now!!!!!
I hope you all enjoyed my Funny stories, Embarrassing moments, and Idiosyncrasy's!
Now it's my turn to choose some unsuspecting victims. Lets see, I choose Whisper, Jennifer, Kelsey, Michelle, Danielle, Amanda(P-2-P), and Melissa.
I hope you all enjoy. Big Hugs!!!!!!!!