Of deep thoughts on a Saturday morning and football players

“My focus has always been on becoming a better me, not a second-rate somebody else.” – Rashard Mendenhall

Wisely spoken, my good man. It was just the line I needed to jerk me back into reality. I’m not sure who that second rate somebody else is, but I keep chasing after her. It’s the same old song and dance. The girl who always steps out of the house perfectly groomed. The girl who drinks green smoothies three times a day, nibbles on organic free range [insert animal here], & would never touch a soda. She’s also a black belt and can bench 300 pounds. Unattainable, party of one.

My body carries most of my weight in my hips. My hair will frizz if it detects even a small amount of moisture in the air. High heels make it easier to trip, face plant, & break the illusion of grace. Mexican food is my ultimate undoing. I’m powerless in the face of queso or a burrito. AND THAT’S OKAY!

Boy worked at a summer camp for many years. A child psychologist was brought in to give them a crash course in how to handle a bunch of boys ranging in ages from 8-16 in the woods for 3 months. One thing that always stuck with him was “never ask a kid why they aren’t trying harder”. Sometimes, the best a kid can do is sit in the corner & wail. Don’t make it worse by implying he isn’t doing his best. We’ve all had those days well past childhood. I may walk out the door feeling like a million bucks one day. The next day, it takes all I have to get out of bed, put on pants, & show up to work. AND THAT’S OKAY! 

Also, for those keeping score at home, my dad is doing much better. They’ve figured out the pain meds & he even felt good enough to go to Target this week. Getting wild & crazy, I tell you. On that note, a list of things that make me smile:

*A surly, fat cat who will grudgingly accept my company when Boy isn’t home.

*A daily green smoothie 😉

*Discovering a “surrito” last night. It’s a combination of sushi and a burrito. Why has no one ever thought of this before? Genius.

*In less than 3 weeks, I’ll be in Vegas for the weekend

*Perfume and penguin sweatshirts

*Being able to drive myself to pick up breakfast when Boy is still sacked


Rashard’s full essay can be found here.

And another article that punched me pretty hard because I relate so. damn. much.