Crap, minutia and sales

I went to a funeral of a friend's uncle this weekend.  It was sad, as funerals are.  More sad because he was young and it was completely unexpected.  Made me think, as funerals often do. 

I have to figure out a way to make life more livable when the crap hits the fan.  As it seems to be hitting more often with more force, I don't need to be wasting time, tears and energy on the minutia.  And it's all minutia at this point. 

My crap.  I have some people who won't talk to me.  I have some people I don't see.  I have guilt because I feel like part of the issues are because of ways I handled setbacks in my life.  My setbacks.  My life.  Years ago.  Like 5 years ago.  So I don't know how much guilt I should allow myself because if we're being honest some people need to grow up and move on.  Here today, gone tomorrow.  Would be sad to have lost out on time with those you should love and hold dear because your ego is too big to say I was wrong, or I'm sorry, or I forgive you.  Just my 2 cents.

Other crap.  People who go out of their way to make life difficult.  I'm not really sure of the agenda of these people.  If it's to make me or Jason look bad, it's backfiring.  If it's to drive a wedge between me and Jason, that's not working either.  We get together and laugh at the crazies and then do what best friends who are married to each other do.  Have fun.  Laugh.  Talk about dreams and disappointments and kids and family and friends and how lucky we are to have each other. 

We've kind of decided, collectively, that we can either let the crazy get to us or we can decide to not let it get to us.  We are both kind people but I can promise that we won't be run over.  It takes a lot to get a rise out of him but when you do...oh buddy, it's a rise.  He's a good man.  He's a great man.  He's my man!  I love it!

Trying to figure out how to come up with a large sum of money to fund our dream.  Garage and bake sales won't make the cut I'm afraid.  I don't know how normal people do this.  We'll figure it out though, we always do.  We're resourceful like that.  And the desire for my baby is stronger than ever.  God is feeding that dream.  We'll figure it out. 

It's Memorial Day.  Thanks for all those who are or have served.  Freedom is a beautiful thing.

Next Holiday is July 4th and can't get hear fast enough.  A week camping on the beach with my hot man, our kids, and friends is exactly what we need right now!

Where are the buyers?  Anyone out there listening?  Come buy a house from me.  K, thanks!

Crap hits the fan.  I'm getting better at dealing with it.  If you join in on the crazy, it makes you crazy.  If you pray for your enemies, frenemies, family a strange thing happens.  Your frustration and anger turns to something different.  A desire that they find the peace and understanding that only comes from knowing that God being in control is so much easier than white knuckling your way through life.  We all know how fun it is for everyone to be around a control freak who feels like they are losing control.  Does sarcasm translate through a blog?

Blessed because even though more shady, snarky, mean people are annoying me than not these days I still have all I need and more than I deserve.   And one day soon I will be pregnant with my man's baby!  Good times, they're a comin'!