I never keep my opinions to myself.
Those of you who know me,
know that I always speak the truth.
So when I say NEVER I mean never.
And by truth, I mean
things the way that I see them.
One of my goals this year is to NOT
make any comments at church
for a whole year.
You have no idea how hard
this is going to be for me.
Maybe if I don’t raise my hand
or blurt out anything funny
my husband will channel
his polar opposite and get
up one fast Sunday and
bear his testimony
to the world.
Be the change you wish to see in the world.
There are good sides to being the way that I am.
Some people really like me for my openness.
There are bad sides too.
Some people are big-time haters.
I am a very black and white person.
It is something I am trying to work on:
taking myself into the grey zone
from time to time.
How weird does that sound?
Who wants to be stuck in the Twilight Zone?
I don’t want to be the kind of person
who instantly likes another
or hates them.
I want to be how I would hope
others would be for me,
like my good,
ignore my bad.
A while back in church we discussed
If you judge people,
you have no time to love them.
Man, I suck at this.
because this is my blog,
I can use it to throw opinions out,
So even though you all know I am trying to
not judge people,
and give them the benefit of the doubt,
here are some of my black and whites
that I am trying to turn grey.
I am not into essential oils,
even though every other mom in Utah is.
I will use some if you give them to me for free,
otherwise I will stick to the stuff
I can buy at the pharmacy in Wal-Mart.
I am not into whole foods, even though I did just make cookies with coconut oil and they were good.
I think Girl Scout cookies are evil.
I gained 5 pounds in one week one time
because I ate 3 boxes in a day.
I don’t let my girls be Girl Scouts.
I say it’s because I don’t need one more thing in my life,
but really it’s because I still hold a grudge towards those cookies.
I feel sorry for people with bratty kids, and even though I try and tell myself that my kids are brats sometimes and maybe their kids have a special condition, I mostly am stuck in blaming other people for their crappy parenting. (Mental illness is the exception here. I do know a lot of kids that do in fact have conditions.) I am talking about the kids whose only condition is crappy parents. For some reason I can love the kids easier than their parents. I guess because I recognize that the parents are doing the best they can and I shouldn’t take it out on the kid.
I hate how rude people have become when in public movie theaters. Turn off your phone already. Don’t bring your baby to an action film (or any film) unless you are prepared to take them out at the first sign of fuss. Stop talking. Watch the dang show and remember the people around you paid almost $10 to do the same.
I gravitate towards people who have an exceptional sense of humor (as long as it is a lot like mine) and/or love to have a good time. I also gravitate towards people who are exceptionally smart. I guess opposites do attract sometimes. Wait, does that mean I’m not really funny? Yes, I am admitting I am not smart. I have a goal this year to tell myself I am smart every day until I believe it.
I am so annoyed with people who think they are more important than other people, especially when they are humored by the whole community around them. Your kids are not that cute and they don’t deserve special privileges. That is all I am going to say about that because someone reading this may figure out who I am talking about.
I have major issues with dads who father kids but then don’t provide for them. Major. Issues. I have issues with mothers who allow this to happen and don’t walk away and/or advocate for their kids or in the very least get a job. Once again I don’t have a hard time with the kids, they’ve never been taught any different. Why can I not see the grown parents as the kids that were never taught any different?
I also have issues with the hypocrites that get up in front of crowds and talk about how much they love their families, but really avoid spending time with them as often as they possibly can.
I really don’t want visiting teachers. I understand this makes me a hard person to love. I don’t like feeling like an assignment. Be my friend or don’t but don’t come and check on me because someone told you to.
Here is a doozie for you. If in the next life man is going to be totally pure of thought, but can also have a more than one wife, does that mean he will be able to have sex with them at the same time? I truly do lose sleep wondering about things like this.
I secretly hate people who won’t admit their weakness. I really do. Don’t live your life in such a way that your goal is to make everyone else around you think they have to live up to your standard. bahahaha That sounds pathetic. It is what it is.
I am openly jealous of homeless people: not only do they not have to pay taxes, they have freedom to roam wherever they want to go and do or not do whatever. After many pep talks from my husband, I have come to understand how totally irrational and ridiculous this is.
I hate brussel sprouts. (I just looked up brussel in the dictionary) I can’t imagine any scenario where they would actually taste good. O.k. maybe I wouldn’t hate them if they were all I could find to eat after three days of starvation, but I wouldn’t think they taste good. Ever.
I am going to hell for saying everything I just said. I should delete this whole post. I should have said prayers and studied my scriptures before opening my blog this morning. I don’t really know if I want to let you all in on my deep dark secrets. This post is going to have haters and lovers. Can’t wait for the lovers. Trying to ignore the haters already.
Hitting publish. now.