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What is Wrong With People?

I try to be positive. I try to focus on the good in people and situations. I really do.

Right now, however, I’m struggling with finding positives. The problem is, I’ve been reading news stories on my homepage. They are absolutely horrific. I don’t want to repeat them and give them more life here in this blog, nor do I want to dwell in these negative stories, but I do feel the need to comment.

What kind of person could hurt a puppy?

What kind of person could hurt a puppy?

I am saddened by the stories I read today that feature someone who is in some sort of position of power or control over someone else. In more than one of these stories their behavior was horrifyingly brutal, leading to the loss of life of an innocent. I’m shocked and disturbed by these stories. One featured a teen and a younger child, the other a police officer and a puppy. I felt the joy drain out of me as I read these. I am horrified.

There is so much good in the world. There are so many wonderful teens who are loving and caring and help others everyday. There are many more police officers who are compassionate and brave rather than brutal and cowardly, at least that’s what I believe. So what do I do? Bury my head in the sand and ignore the news stories? Pretend that these stories of cruelty don’t bother me? Of the two I prefer to ignore them.

It’s not that I think they will stop happening if I don’t pay attention, but at least those stories won’t steal my joy if I don’t give them my attention. I do, however, worry about turning a blind eye. I feel like we must be witnesses to the evil in the world so that we can contribute to ending it. I don’t know how to do that, other than to contribute in positive ways everyday. If we all did that, maybe there wouldn’t be so many damaged, angry people causing so much harm in the world.


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Do You Wear Spanx?

091510_spanx_smlI guess I really was in a good mood on Saturday while I was shopping with my mother. I must have been, because this particular question didn’t elicit the response in me that it might have at any other time.

Let me set the stage. I was in a lovely fitting room in a lovely department store. I was wearing a dress with a fantastic cut made from a gorgeous fabric. It was a dress designed to show off curves, and it did.

The problem is that I have curves in the wrong places. They talk about “apple” and “pear” shaped figures, but I’m more of a honeydew. I carry a lot of weight around my waist, and I’m about as big front to back as I am side to side.

So there I was in this really pretty dress, deciding how I felt about it, when mom comes up with, “do you wear Spanx?”

I laughed and told her that Spanx wasn’t going to make any difference for me. She went on to tell me how wonderful they were. Like I said, I must have been in a good mood, because not a word of sarcasm crossed my lips.

I could have told her that wearing Spanx for me, if they even came in my size (which I sincerely doubt), would be like placing a band-aid over stab wound. It would be like bailing out a  ship with a teaspoon. It would be like building the great pyramids with lego bricks. It would be like harnessing up mice to pull a chariot. It would be like writing a novel using rubber stamps for each letter. It would be like digging a canal with a toothpick. Need I go on?

As always, I’m sure she meant well, but Spanx? Really? Oh well, I guess hope springs eternal.


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March Mission – Sell This House

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Okay, I know this is pretty much a repeat of “February Focus – Sell This House” but it’s not the same. For one thing, the focus has turned to March. For another thing, now it’s a mission. See the difference?

It took a good chunk of February just to get the house ready to show, but it’s show-worthy now. It was only listed one week ago, so the fact that it hasn’t sold yet isn’t a giant shock, especially since that damn damn construction site across the street is in full swing. Even so, it will be the perfect house for someone, and that someone may step through the door tomorrow.

I like having the house clutter free. I like having the blinds open (my sweetheart does not, so I usually indulge him, but it looks better with them open, even the realtor said so). I like the calm feeling I have walking through a house that isn’t scattered with mail and magazines and dog toys and laundry waiting to be put away.

As much as I like it, I’m ready for it to be over. My morning routine is long enough without adding in a few more chores and a once over to make sure everything is clean and in place. I’m ready for our buyer to find the house. This is the weekend. It’s time for them to come home.