Humming Birds in my back yard

"To want to, is to be able to."

I don't know who said this, but I like the simple statement. "I got it from "Togo West Africa" blog, Kabir.

Ten Things

As the days pass by, I wonder what have I been doing lately. Honestly, I could not tell you what I did this past weekend. I've lost my mind and then I sound so boring. When my mom calls I tell her that I've been working, doing housework, and not much more. Am I waisting my life away? During bible study today, I was asked to write ten things down to do each day. TEN THINGS! ARE YOU CRAZY? I asked her. "Are you telling me that you do ten things each day?" She says, "yes". She tells me to give it a try.

"Ha" I asked her if I can just start with 5 things? "OK", she agrees. "Five things for God and five things for your husband." What??? "MY HUSBAND?" I yelled. "He can take care of himself!" After about 15 minutes of nonstop talking, she had me calmed down again. And I was feeling better about myself. I can do this. Right?

Thinking to myself of past assignments she has challenged with, I really haven't accomplished anything. Read a daily inspiration each morning (that book gets lost for 3 months at a time). Make the bed, get beautiful and start your day with a positive attitude because I radiate the Lord Jesus Christ. Read the bible each day and give myself 30 minutes of quiet time. Give your complete attention to every task that you do. Complete attention? Between "Mom, I can't find my tennis shoes, homework, my jeans (all 7 of them are lost?). Heck, I can barely get to work while remembering to brush my hair. One time I went to work with my shirt inside out. One time I got up late and there was a giant birdsnest at the back of my neck that I tried to comb over!
Yes, she is right. I do need her help, her challenges, and her guidance. I will give it a try. Is there someone out there that can give me an easy idea to do for another? My husband leaves notes for my daughter on the dry erase board. How sweet!

Why stereo type?

What was it that my friends called me? Oh yea, it was the "embellish er." Why do people need to stereo type everyone? Was it an insult or a compliment? I've been called a lot of things in my life time but what am I to make of this new name? If I take the literal meaning according to the Oxford, it means 'to ornament (well that is a good thing), to improve (a story etc.) by adding details that are entertaining but invented' (not good). Then I think they mean to say that I'm a liar!

Well, these are supposed to be my real friends. I tell them everything. They should know if I'm lying or not. They would tell me that I'm lying if they thought that I had lied about something. They would call me out on it. They would yell, "liar, liar, liar'. Heck, I'm completely honest with them about their flaws and I would want them to be honest with me. Somebody has to be honest with you. We all need constructive criticism in order to improve on. I'm not an overly sensitive person. I won't cry.

I have been known to dramatize on occasions; a teeny tiny bit. I want my world to be colorful, shiny, glaring at times, when one just needs to look away or their eyes would burn holes in their heads and they they would never be able to look at me ever again. I do believe I just overstated my feeling, just now. Simple events in life inspire me to act out my creativity. Otherwise, how small would my world be? What will I do? What will I become? nothing.

But I don't want to lie. If I did lie than I'm lying to myself, because I don't think I'm a liar but if I lie to myself than I would not be able to tell if it is the truth or not. I don't want to lie to my family and friends, therefore I tell the truth at all times. But how do I know it's the truth? Or do I just convince myself that it is the truth that I tell.

Oh stop it, already. Maybe, I am an 'embellish er'. Maybe I will do it right here, right now. Maybe every body does it. Or it just happens without us meaning to do it. Maybe it is just my hormones, just because I am who I am and you are who you are and I want you to understand what I'm feeling. Me, me, me. You, you, you.

Sunday night, one week before my cycle begins. And guess what? I stereo type people all the time. In a good sort of way.