My Simple Things

I was getting ready this morning and used the last of my deodorant. I needed more for today. Friday, I sent Barry a text while he was out, and asked him to pick up a couple of things at the Dollar Store for us. Deodorant was not one of them. He took it upon himself to get my deodorant, because he remembered me saying I needed to add it to the weekly list next time. Not only did he remember that I needed some soon, even though it was not included in my text, he knows what I wear. He knows me as much as I know me and that feels wonderful. 

These are my simple things that mean so much to me. These are the things that say I love you to me. He tells me he loves me, but honestly, he never has to again. I know he does by his behavior, and it has been consistent for 14 years now. 

Deodorant. Such a simple thing. 

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This Spells Love

Yesterday, I took out steaks to marinate for dinner. I am completely grossed out by meat, and really consider being a vegetarian. I walked away cleaning up my mess for not long, and came back to this, steaks already poked with holes ready to be marinated. I love how my husband loves me! It takes so much to run a household, and he helps me run ours so much! ❤️

Being Brittney’s Mom

I love my daughter so much! Being Brittney’s Mom made me work hard to be better and better. I am so thankful God chose me to develop her in to an adult. I always prayed for God to allow me to at least be here long enough to raise her, because I knew nobody else would instill in her the things I wanted instilled in her. I am thankful for our life. I was always front and center in her life. I was able to pick her up from school since the fourth grade, work from home, or even take her to work with me. It was the most joy in my life being Brittney’s Mom. 

I love you so much more, my Brittney Danielle Norman! ❤️

People are Mean

People can say what they want, run to church and plaster religious scripture everywhere, but what it comes down to is simple. How you treat other people, and what do you give away. Not necessarily monetary either. Rudeness and thinking you are above someone is not love, nor a good person. I see so many things on Facebook, people being so rude and mean. We wonder why our world is full of mean kids. They watch their parents being ugly to others. I cannot imagine lashing out at someone who shared a personal story publicly. I cannot imagine harming them any more than they have already been harmed. I would try my best to give them a piece of the good that still does exist in the world. I cannot imagine telling someone to shut their mouth, that they offend me by posting “dirty laundry” on FB. Why does it bother you so much what another posts? Don’t read it. Delete the person. You clearly do not care about the person. I cannot imagine being such a shitty person that I had to take the time to post a status complaining about a person’s post, rather than have the backbone to delete a person. People are mean. People suck. They preach church, religion, love, blah, blah bullshit, but they are mean to the broken spirited. When I face God, I will feel good about the way I treated others here.

New Hair Color

For all of my friends who color their own hair, I found a new brand at Sally’s last week, and I love it! There is no smell of awful hair color lingering, the mess was so minimal and did not stain like typical reds do, and my hair is as soft and smooth as a baby’s butt. It certainly does not feel colored. The color says you can use 20, 30, or 40 volume peroxide. I used 20 volume, but it recommends 40 volume. Next time, I will try that to see. It took two for my length of hair. Don’t mind the sweatiness. Just woke up, having our morning coffee outside on the patio, and it is so humid! #HAIRSTYLISTSDAUGHTER

Gratitude

I have started a gratitude journal to help me regarding my childhood trauma. Father’s Day has always been so hard for me, because the little girl in me longed for my father to want and love me. I dreamed of a father all the cards talked about, and always got so angry reading cards for the occasion. Many times, I left with my heart racing, tears flowing, and no purchased card. Often, it took two or three trips before I made the purchase. 

This year, I decided rather than bash my father for what he did to us in the bad times, I was going to list five good memories I have of him that involved me. I have attached my list for you to see. It does not have to be perfectly written. I laughed thinking about the memories. It was actually good therapy. A release of bitterness. 

Happy Father’s Day, Whalon

Happy Father’s Day in heaven to my sweet brother. I have his voicemail saved on my computer, and I listen to it often. This is his fourth one gone, and it is still as painful as the first one. His absence is brutal, although I do have more good days than bad. I will always miss him. If I truly sit and think about things, I feel sheer panic, as I know there is nothing I can do now to tell him anything. It is hard. 
To those missing their loved ones today, Happy Father’s Day to them! I wish you peace.

Happy Father’s Day to my precious beloved brother, Whalon. I will always miss you and talk about you. I will never let your memory die.