we built this schmidty, we built this schmidty on tootsie rolls.

OH MY. Where have I been? It’s been 2+ months since I’ve posted…

What do I mean, “Where have I been?!” I’ve been a mommy. And a wife. And a full-time working mother. THAT’S where I’ve been. Just keep livin’.

I just don’t have the mental capacity to remember everything that has happened over the course of the past couple of months. I do know what didn’t happen, though. I didn’t get any better with my blogging consistency. Oh well. Bigger fish to fry, right?

A couple of points to touch on, though, I suppose. As of March 31st, Sophie has been potty trained for 3 months. Although we have a few nighttime incidences here/there…it’s nothing to complain about. The kid is doing great. She’s a smarty, that one. Very proud. I try not to think about how fast time is flying or how quickly she is growing, I’m trying to make the most of the time I have. Trying to be the best family we know how to be. We have a house full of love. That’s for sure. She is super into singing right now. She has her on mixed-cd’s which contain songs from the Beatles, Adele, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros and Feist. Nothing melts my heart than hearing her sing, “Janglin” or “Love Me Do.” She’s starting to read a little. Asher and I are both amazed at how many sight words she knows. I’ve told her to just let me know when she’s ready to practice reading – because with this kid, nothing is forced. It’s all at a Sophie’s-pace. And, that’s cool. I’m learning from her all the time.

Since I last blogged, we’ve added a new addition to our family. And no, I’m NOT pregnant…we got a dog. Her name is Pan. I’ll post a picture later. She’s great – going through a biting/chewing stage right now but that will just take time. Let’s see, what else…

Nothing like filling the blanks with a quote from my Grandma – as I like to call them “Elizabethisms”—and this one is rich. She recently went to the Doctor for a check-up. She called me to give me the scoop and said the following,

“I asked him about the horses in my throat and he said it was probably all the pollock in the air.”

Hot damn. That’s one for the books.

On a less-light note, I have a bone to pick. I think the absolute worst kind of person to deal with is someone who is both judgmental and intolerant. How does one even stand a chance with a person like that?! And you know what else chaps my rear?
There are two kinds of people (not really, there are about a bazillion kinds of folks but for the sake of this little thought here, I’m going to stick with two:

1. People who you can go forever without seeing but once you finally reconnect, you make it quality time. You don’t dwell on the time you DIDN’T spend together – you make the most of the time you are given. And you find yourself always happy to see these people…even if it’s for 5 minutes.
2. The people who serve you up a big fat serving of guilt every time you see them…and instead of making the most of the time you are given, they make you feel inadequate. Never good enough.

If you are one of the people in the 2nd group, screw you and hop right back on that damn negativity train you rode in on. I’m OVER it. I’m doing the best I can at making the most out of my little life and I sure as hell don’t need anyone to make life any harder than it already is. Let’s focus on the positive, people. THE POSITIVE. If you’re not quite sure what that is, GOOGLE THAT ISH.

We are only given one life. We are afforded these lives. We are souls. We feel deep down. And just because I don’t see things the way another person does or live my life the way another person thinks I should does not make my way of living WRONG. It just makes me different. And if you don’t like it, you are INTOLERANT. And, if you’re intolerant…I don’t have time for you…and I’m NOT happy to see you. See…circle of life.

Here’s another thought: Do any of you (ha! Like my blog has followers…) get tired of feeling like you have to defend yourselves…? I have found that if you’re not an honest person, if you “keep up appearances” or lie to yourself (about whatever) on a daily basis, that you have a hard time believing what other people tell you? Like, you harbor more doubt towards others than, let’s say, someone who is actually a sincere person?

Let’s say you’re a sincere person. A kind, caring and generally easy person. You have a conversation with someone. For futures sake, you hear them. I mean, you really hear them. You take their words in. You remember their words, because if you care about them at all, you will want to try to know them. Common courtesy. To show you care…to show you were actually listening & to show that person that what they were saying to you was important. Not only are you a great listener but you ask questions. You ask the other person to elaborate, not because you’re nosey but because you actually care. You care about this person’s opinion. And you appreciate that that person has opened up and taken the time to talk to you. You’re not too busy trying to talk over the other person, competing to get a word in. You have respect for the other person. If you are like this, you are awesome. These are the kinds of people I like to have in my life. People who care about the goings-on in my life. Those who ask questions, make it personal, & take the time to get to know me. People who know what makes me tick. There aren’t a lot of people like this, but I do have a few of these in my life. And I am lucky to have them. I am grateful for them. These people make the world go around.

What’s a life without sincerity? Seriously?
IT’S ABOUT QUALITY
NOT QUANTITY

Enough of all that seriousness. It’s NEW GIRL Day.