Sunday, June 29, 2008

A Note About Children

So my four year old nephew is sitting here watching SpongeBob as I'm writing. And when he was at my mom's last week, my uncle made an observation that I am still laughing at.

What is it about little kids and their attention span? They can be running around crazy with no focus one minute, and be so focused the next minute that you have to poke them or tickle them to get their attention. It's funny to watch their faces when they're focused.

My nephew has a few things he loves. Disney's Cars, Transformers, SpongeBob, Batman... okay, maybe he has a lot of things he loves. Haha... buy when one of those is on, I could collapse in a corner and he wouldn't notice. He neglects his food, he ignores me, and almost goes into a trance. It's amusing. And helpful when I need to take a shower... like right now.

Just a random observation for ya. Check out a kid when they're watching one of their favorite movie or show. And be envious of that concentration.

Saturday, June 28, 2008


No, I don't need help. I like to think I can solve my own problems. I'm talking about the help others need/want/ask for and then don't use. You know the type.

"Ohhhh... I think my girlfriend is cheating on me what do I dooooo?"

"I know I should leave him, but I looooove him."

"Everyone hates her, but we're in loooove. They're all haters!"

Yeah, I'm pretty much talking about relationship help. People who make their decisions, question them until someone offers some perspective, then stomp on the good advice they asked for in the first place. It's frustrating isn't it?

It's easy to say these people come from histories full of bad relationships: divorced parents, older siblings that modeled bad relationships, even twisted family members that messed the kids up for life (we won't go into that). But can we really blame their histories all the time? Once we're adults we think for ourselves and make our own decisions, right?

If I look at a car that I want to buy and my dad, brother and best friend tell me it's going to blow up soon, whose fault is it when I'm stranded on the side of the freeway? If I try on a dress that my friend, cousin and even the dressing room attendant say makes me look pregnant, who do I blame when I buy it and get comments from strangers about when I'm due? That's right, it's all my fault.

Now what about the people who gave me this advice? You would think I would listen to them next time, right? Well... what if I don't. Surely I'm the best judge, aren't I?

As one of those "helpers" that sometimes doesn't get listened to, let me tell you it's frustrating. I feel like I'm repeating myself sometimes. Especially with relationship stuff. Now I don't claim to be an expert, but I'd like to think I give good, unbiased advice. Call me crazy, but if he beats you, get his ass arrested maybe you should get on with your life. If he doesn't appreciate you, maybe you should find someone who does. If you guys fight, maybe you should find a girl who isn't nitpicking you all the time.

I'm just tired of giving out what I believe is useful advice just to have it ignored. I don't talk out of my ass, I genuinely listen to the problems at hand and give some outside perspective. Hell, my husband contributes now and then. I almost think we should find a church to get into and do marriage mentoring later in life.

Anywho, I'm rambling. Really this is just a vent about people who ask for help then ignore it. I'm tired of it. I'm going to start charging or something. Yeah... that can be my side job. Relationship counselor. So who wants to be first in line?

My Random Introduction

I'm going to try this blogging thing. The only time I have regularly done it is when I was blogging my wedding plans. And even that didn't turn out as regular as I meant it to be. Oh well. Hopefully I'll find things to write about that won't make you readers too bored.

So who am I? Just a bored girl in Central California. Well, maybe not totally bored. I've been married for two months to my wonderful husband Tim. We made the move from Madera (ugh) to Fresno shortly after we got married.

I'm in school to get my teaching credential. I'll be done in December! FINALLY! If you can't tell, I'm pretty excited. Hopefully I can get a fifth or sixth grade classroom. I can't take the little ones... at least not a whole classroom of them.

I have amazing parents and an awesome family (with the exception of a black sheep who we won't talk about here). When I married Tim I got the sisters I always wanted (and an extra couple brothers). Not to mention my adorable nieces and nephews. I'd do anything for those kids, especially my Tad. Not to sound like a horrible person, but he's pretty much my favorite. He's like my own kid. He has his own room, toys, clothes... who knows what else over here.

So anything else you want to know about me, ask. I might answer. Or I might call you nosy. Either way, thanks for reading, and I promise I'll write something more interesting for you next time.