Open Mouth, Insert Foot

I think I am going to stop trying to have intelligent conversations with people. Every time I try, an argument always erupts. Honestly, I don't really feel that it is my fault either. I am a very opinionated person, so when I see somebody is talking about a subject that I care about, I say something. It's not bitchy, and I always start it off with "In my opinion..." or "I think that..." But there is always somebody that doesn't agree with me. And that is perfectly fine. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and I respect that. I NEVER tell someone that they are wrong, or how they feel is stupid. I just say "I agree" or "I see where you are coming from but have you considered..." I don't think that this would be a good opportunity for someone to start yelling at me! I am just expressing how I feel, I know that there is always going to be somebody who feels the opposite as me.
Yesterday, I got into the topic of making our town be able to sell alcohol. We are the only city in our area that is still dry. I said that no matter where you sell alcohol there will ALWAYS be drunk drivers. But I feel that if Quinlan were allowed to sell alcohol, the amount of drunk drivers could possibly decrease. When a drunk has to drive 15+ miles to get more alcohol they are putting more people's lives in danger than if they could just go down the street to get it. If someone is drinking and wants more alcohol, they are going to get it whether they have to get it for themselves or not.
One girl commented on my statement saying that alcohol is the last thing that our town needs, because we are already out of control. and if "I" would stop drinking and driving, people wouldn't have to worry about drunk drivers. NUMBER ONE) I DO NOT drink and drive. I always have a designated driver! NUMBER TWO) this girl doesn't even know me. We have never met, and I didn't even know that she existed until this comment was made.
I told her that I have a husband and two children and I would never do something as irresponsible as driving drunk. She followed that comment with "having a husband and children doesn't make you an adult and you saying that it does just proves that you are not an adult."
That has got to be the worst thing that I have heard in a long time. No, having a husband and children doesn't make you have the same maturity level as an adult...but she doesn't know who I am. How can she proceed to judge me as if she does? I put an end to it and by saying that I was talking about making our city wet and she started changing the subject to disrespect me and criticize my parenting skills. And that was the end of the conversation from me.
Things like this have happened to me more often than I would like. Maybe I am acting like a know-it-all when I try talking to people. But in this case, I was not the one to start being hateful. This happens to me a lot when I try having intelligent conversations. I guess I will just keep my mouth shut when something doesn't pertain to me...even though it was an open question, directed to the public.
As my best friend said to me regarding this situation, "You should know better than try to have intelligent conversations." Oh geez, is she right or what?!

Kill Them With Kindness

When I would get picked on, my grandmother would tell me "don't get mad, just kill them with kindness." Now being young at the time, I didn't know what she meant by that. If Suzy Q just called me a mean name I wasn't going to give her a hug and let it be. I thought "killing with kindness" was the worst idea I had ever heard. Well, I am older now, and I realize that what she had told me is actually the best advice I had ever been given.

When some girl is trying to start drama by spreading rumors or calling me out in public, I just brush it off my shoulders, put on a smile and go about my day. When I do this, one of two things will happen. 1) she will either let the drama go and move on with her life; or 2) she will get upset that she didn't faze me and begin to start more drama. I will again not say anything to her. And she will continue to start drama. Eventually, someone will say "You know, Suzy Q... you are so rude to Kaileigh all the time and I have never even heard her say anything to you. You need to grow up Suzy Q!" The second option will show the world how childish and lame that person really is.

I rarely talk back to someone when they say hurtful things to me. I just don't really care what other people think of me. Some things should just be forgotten. Life is too short to spend it worry about who likes me, who said what, or what the latest gossip is. There are, however, a few subjects that are off-limits. If you bring up one of those subjects, you will no doubt get an earful and maybe even a fist in the face.

Kill people with kindness. If they don't leave you alone, it will at least piss them off!! Haha!

One day in my life

I am a stay-at-home mom with two children (Aiden, 3 years old and Evan 11 months old) and I also babysit. It's pretty crazy around my house. Here is how my day went today:

I woke up at 5:23 am because Evan was hungry. I crawled over my snoring husband and out of bed. As I made my way into the boys' room I tripped over a toy, causing me to hop around cursing silently. I got Evan out of bed and walked to the kitchen, made him a bottle, and sat down on the couch. I turned on Netflix and began watching Season 4 of Weeds as I fed Evan. At 5:58 am I put the sleeping baby back into bed and began to clean.

The house was a mess! I washed dishes, swept and mopped the floors, put a load of laundry on to wash, and cleaned out the highchairs. Then I lit a candle and started making breakfast...strawberry cheesecake muffins! It was now 7:26 and Stephanie just arrived with her two little darling daughters, Jaidyn (2 years old) and Tailyn (6 months old). Jaidyn threw a tiny fit when her Mommy left, but quickly got over it.

Aiden soon woke up and walked into the living room. He looked at Jaidyn and said "Good god! You woke me up. Be quiet!" This made Jaidyn mad and she started yelling back at him. They squabbled at each other for about 5 minutes, until Evan woke up. By now my muffins were done cooking and had already cooled off. I put Evan in his highchair and put Jai and Aiden in their chairs at the table. We all enjoyed out muffins until Aiden spilled his milk on Jaidyn and she started crying. I got them away from the table and cleaned them off. All this was done with Tailyn strapped to my chest in a "baby vest." Then the chaos began...

Aiden had to go potty and he left the bathroom door open. Evan walked in the bathroom and threw his toy in the toilet. Jaidyn wanted milk, took two sips of it and said she wanted Kool-aid. I was out of Kool-aid so I had to make more. Tailyn knocked over the sugar and while I was sweeping it up, Evan was chasing me around the kitchen trying to lick the broom. I poured them all a glass of freshly made Kool-aid and turned on Toy Story 3. They watched the movie for about 20 minutes and then began running around like wild turkeys. As I was feeding Tailyn, Jaidyn said she needed to go potty and I had a repeat of the previous activities; get Evan out of the bathroom, fish the toys out of the toilet...

Evan got jealous of Tailyn and started trying to pull her out of my arms. I picked him up and walked around with both of them until Evan hit Tailyn in the head. Aiden and Jaidyn pulled out half of my baby wipes trying to turn their toys into ghosts. I needed some sort of break, so I sat them all at the table for an early lunch. I made the mistake of giving them sugar cookies for desert and they were now covered in orange frosting. Evan walked into the coffee table and now has a huge bump on his head. Tailyn is hungry again and Jaidyn and Aiden wont stop screaming.

Finally, they are quiet enough for me to put Tailyn to sleep. I get them to lay down on the couch for nap time. Jaidyn passed clean out in less than 5 minutes. Aiden, however, wont lay still. He keeps kicking his feet and flinging his hands around. I somehow rock Evan to sleep and put him in bed. Aiden fell asleep and is now drooling on my pillow. I sit down on the couch and sigh...It's 11:11 am and I still have 2 hours before Stephanie gets here to pick up her girls.

How I manage to do this every day is a miracle. And today was actually a lot calmer than normal. I love my "job" and wouldn't have it any other way! Next week I start babysitting Kyleigh who is 2 months older than Aiden. This should be interesting...

I could be a billionaire!

Today, I realized something...I could be a billionaire. If every person in the world sent me one dollar...all my dreams could come true. I wouldn't be greedy, I would share the wealth. I have decided to make a list of what I would do with my money and if you like what you see, send me a dollar, haha! I'm just kidding, but an extra dollar would be a nice surprise.

1) The first thing I would do is pay off all my debts: pay off my SUV, my husband's motorcycle, our Yamaha Rhino. I would pay off all of my medical bills. I would pay back my in-laws and my Grandmother from when they helped us out during a rough patch.

2) I would build my family a new house. We currently live in a small, two bedroom/one bathroom house. I would like for both of my children to have their own room. I would also like an office, work-out room, game room, guest room, a master bathroom, and a bigger kitchen! My office would double as my crafting room. And if need be, the work-out room and game room can be the same room. I want it to be a two story house. My room would be on the top story, with a huge balcony.

3) I would also build my in-laws a new home. They deserve it, but spend all their free time and extra money on their grandchildren. So a new home is last on their priority list. I would pay somebody to finish my husband's grandfather's house as well. He built his house from the ground up, all by himself. It is unfinished and he is STILL living in it that way.

4) After our house is built, I would buy us all a brand new wardrobe. I don't mean a bunch of designer clothes and expensive things. I just want my family to have NEW clothes that actually fit and didn't have to be passed down to the next person.

5) I would buy my husband his dream car: 1969 Pontiac GTO. It wouldn't be in perfect condition, he loves to be "Mr.Fix-it"

6) Even though I would be a billionaire, my husband and I would continue to have our jobs. Every month we would donate $1,000 to a different charity. I know that it's not a lot of money, but to some people, $1,000 is a LOT. I would sponsor a child in another country. I would also get 5 stars off of the "Angel Tree" every year at Christmas.

That is all the time that I have today, but there are a lot more things that I would do with our money. Maybe I will continue this subject at another time...