So, check it out, this post will be different from all the other posts. I have quite a bit to say. I am not perfect in ANY way, shape or form. I have my weaknesses. I have my faults. I will be the first to admit that. With that being said, my rant begins.
I am SICK and TIRED of reading all this crap about Chik Fil A. I think it is GREAT that they came out and told everyone what they believe. I think we all need to accept it. There is so much fighting and bickering over it, among other things. We all need to realize, as a country, that all this is doing is DIVIDING us. "We are only as strong as we are united and ask weak as we are divided." WHO CARES if the person next to you is gay? WHO CARES if they are Christian, Atheist, black, white, purple, orange?! We are all PEOPLE. Of course, we will naturally have disagreements, but that is just it, we should learn how to disagree rather than hate. It would do this country and this WORLD some good if we all sit back and realize that we are all different and that's what makes us great. I'm tired of hearing people preach of love and not seeing it. Stop trying to change the person next to you and start changing yourself. Gandhi said, "BE the change you wish to see in the world." I want to put emphasis on that first part, "BE THE CHANGE." Act it, do it, LIVE IT. To all the Christians reading this, Christ taught us to LOVE one another. Teach by example. Express your beliefs, yes, but live them also. "Don't judge me because I sin differently from you."
I've learned from being a mother that each kid will annoy you differently than the other. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, but it's inevitable. If you continue to dwell on the things they do to annoy you, no matter how much you love them, you will eventually come to dislike them, or even hate them. You learn to love by tolerating the things they do that annoy you, or you disagree with/dislike. Let's use it in a story. Two high school boys have grown up together, they've been best friends since they can both remember. It's graduation day, and Billy decides to finally tell Joey something that has been bothering him for a long time. Billy doesn't really like cheese as much as he led Joey to believe. In fact, he doesn't like it...at all. But MAN! Joey LOVES cheese. He eats it with everything! It is unfathomable to him how anyone can NOT like cheese. Billy comes out and tells him. So, which would be the better thing for Joey to do? Say, "Sorry dude, we can't be friends anymore if you don't like cheese.." or, "That's okay, Billy. We can still be friends." As ridiculous as that story sounds, why can't we all be like that? Why can we not all just accept that not everyone likes cheese. Stop looking at what you don't have in common and see what you do have in common. I'm not saying we should all sit around a campfire holding hands and sing, "kumbaya," But stop being so hateful. If you don't like something, get over it. Stop being such a baby about it. I know I contradict myself by saying this, but it's a rant, it happens. So, let's all put our big people panties on and get over ourselves. We don't have to be friends, but just accept the person next to you. Don't judge them so harshly, cause we are all pretty dang awesome.
Carrie
p.s. don't judge my terrible grammar, or my inability to stay on subject. :)
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 02, 2012
Our adventure
Wow... it has been so long since we have updated! What a blessing it is to be married to your best friend. It has been an adventure. Our baby boy, Everett, came into our lives on March 23rd.
"Baby Ninja", as Ethan and Malachi like to call him, has brought our family so much joy. The older two are such proud brothers. Already looking out for him. Everett's face just lights up whenever he sees either one of them. If there is one person that boy loves without a doubt, it is his daddy. Ugh, there has always been something about Lee that all three of the boys love. He can get them to do things I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. He has a way with them. Such patience. I really admire him, because we all know how patient I am.. ;)
I write these things hoping someone will read them. I always wondered if people would read a book or poem I've written and actually enjoy reading it. I used to love writing. I stopped writing and started expressing myself through dance. I no longer write or dance. Now I just feel. Love, joy, frustration... Ethan, my five year old, is going through the stage where he has to learn how to express his feelings without losing total control. It is difficult for me, because even at 24 years old, I am still trying to learn to express myself without losing control. That is where Lee comes in. As I have said before, he has such patience. He keeps calm even in the roughest of waters. He has taught me so much. Just simply by his actions. I've learned to just breathe. Take things day by day. He has taught me that, "Sometimes courage is the voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow'" by simply showing me what that really means.
We've all heard the phrase, "opposites attract," never really knowing what it truly means. Lee and I are like two puzzle pieces. His strengths are my weaknesses, and my strengths, his weaknesses. He is quiet and reserved, I'm loud and in your face. That is exactly what makes us so perfect for each other. Don't get me wrong, we have definitely had our ups and downs, but we are beginning to really understand each other. We aren't the perfect couple, or the perfect parents, and quite frankly, we don't care to make people believe we are. Our house is constantly a mess, our kids go insane when it's time for bed. I am honestly surprised our neighbors haven't called DHR on us for the way Ethan screams when it is bed time. You'd think someone was torturing him. Of course, in his mind, we are. Forcing him to go to bed, how dare us.
Through all of the craziness of our lives together, we find time to laugh, play, and have fun. Whether we wake up with a foot pressed against our cheek, or end up with soup in our lap...it is definitely and always will be an adventure.
"Baby Ninja", as Ethan and Malachi like to call him, has brought our family so much joy. The older two are such proud brothers. Already looking out for him. Everett's face just lights up whenever he sees either one of them. If there is one person that boy loves without a doubt, it is his daddy. Ugh, there has always been something about Lee that all three of the boys love. He can get them to do things I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. He has a way with them. Such patience. I really admire him, because we all know how patient I am.. ;)I write these things hoping someone will read them. I always wondered if people would read a book or poem I've written and actually enjoy reading it. I used to love writing. I stopped writing and started expressing myself through dance. I no longer write or dance. Now I just feel. Love, joy, frustration... Ethan, my five year old, is going through the stage where he has to learn how to express his feelings without losing total control. It is difficult for me, because even at 24 years old, I am still trying to learn to express myself without losing control. That is where Lee comes in. As I have said before, he has such patience. He keeps calm even in the roughest of waters. He has taught me so much. Just simply by his actions. I've learned to just breathe. Take things day by day. He has taught me that, "Sometimes courage is the voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow'" by simply showing me what that really means.
We've all heard the phrase, "opposites attract," never really knowing what it truly means. Lee and I are like two puzzle pieces. His strengths are my weaknesses, and my strengths, his weaknesses. He is quiet and reserved, I'm loud and in your face. That is exactly what makes us so perfect for each other. Don't get me wrong, we have definitely had our ups and downs, but we are beginning to really understand each other. We aren't the perfect couple, or the perfect parents, and quite frankly, we don't care to make people believe we are. Our house is constantly a mess, our kids go insane when it's time for bed. I am honestly surprised our neighbors haven't called DHR on us for the way Ethan screams when it is bed time. You'd think someone was torturing him. Of course, in his mind, we are. Forcing him to go to bed, how dare us.
Through all of the craziness of our lives together, we find time to laugh, play, and have fun. Whether we wake up with a foot pressed against our cheek, or end up with soup in our lap...it is definitely and always will be an adventure.
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