oh What A Night!

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So, early this morning I did a 5K run. Let me back up a little and start at the beginning. Last night we went to dancing in the park. I actually met my husband country dancing 19 years ago. It will be fun, I said and romantic, dancing under the stars. After the 5th time he stepped on my foot and I reacted in a less than favorable way, we mutually agreed the dancing part of our night was over, done. That was the end of it. We headed back toward home but needed to swing by the roller rink and pick up my son. I sent him a text as we were pulling in. Our conversation looked something like this. 

Are you ready?

20 minutes …

I think my wrist is broken

Are you serious?

Yes

Dad is on his way in

I’d like to tell you that it was a quick in and out of the emergency room but they must have been giving something away, it was packed and everytime we turned around we would hear CODE BLUE. Attention, CODE BLUE. After 3 long hours of waiting and my son snapping selfies of himself to get pity from the ladies, the doctor still wasn’t sure if it was broken but put a temporary cast on and told us to come back for more X-rays after the swelling went down. We were finally on our way home when out of nowhere, some maniac in a truck ran a red light, made a left turn into our lane and was headed straight for us. I shudder to think of what would have happened if my husband didn’t stop at the intersection even though we had a green light. I believe it was somewhere around 2:30 in the morning when we finally rolled up the driveway.

Back to the 5K. Do you know what the best part of running any race is? The finish line. At least for me. And how I made it there is pretty pathetic but hey, it did get me there. I am not proud about what I did but I will share it with you anyway. There was a little boy around two and a half feet tall running up ahead of me. I was trailing behind, out of breath, when I saw him look back at me and pick up speed. That little bast!&$ was challenging me to come and try to pass him AND I did. I am ridiculously competitive and there was no way in heaven he was gonna beat me. I didn’t care that he was only 5. It was a competition, game on! I am proud to report that I crossed the finish line at 38 minutes, and him? Lol! 54. I kicked his little butt and that’s all that mattered. I got the best of him. I won! I pushed through as exhausted as I was, the whole time feeling like I could not breathe and dragged myself across that finish line where I collapsed and prayed for a speedy death, which by the way, did not come. I was miserable and hot but at least it was done. On a positive note, we did raise money and awareness for a good cause so we will just end the story there.

Did I mention it’s our anniversary? Wow! What a start. It began at 12:00 in a local ER and it’s still going strong. I’m not real curious about how the rest of the day will play out. Maybe I should just go back to bed and finally get some sleep or maybe not. What do you think?

Oh and one more thing! If you were wondering what my husband was doing at the hospital while I was worried sick…..

  

What Right Do We Really Have?

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There seems to be a great debate when it comes to people’s rights these days. I have repeated pretty much the same sentiment toward this combustible topic all along. Everyone feels they are entitled to rights that protect their current lifestyle and beliefs. If you’ve followed the news the last few years, reports about religious rights, atheist rights, gay rights etc have been flooding your local news stories. There is one major problem that I believe many forget to think about it. When one sector wins the right to have rights, another sector loses their rights. What is a win for one group is always a lose for another. I often wonder if people really fight for something because they are truly passionate about something or because they just don’t want to feel slighted. Take the whole story of the 10 Commandment statue at the Capitol in Oklahoma CIty. Now Atheists are fighting to put up their own statue. I’m sorry, I can’t help but wonder if it’s less about really wanting that statue and more about the self centeredness we all possess that says, if you have it, then I should have it too. Why should she have something I don’t. That’s not fair, that’s not equal. Can someone answer me this? What the hell even is equality? Write me out a perfect plan where everyone of every religion, sexual orientation, political affiliation, economical background, ethnicity will truly feel equal and that life is fair and not constantly trampling on their personal rights. They say what’s good for the goose is good for the gander but we don’t really believe that. We want what we want with little regard for anyone else. We don’t even consider when laws are made to protect our rights that those same laws infringe of others rights who believe differently than we do. Admit it, we have become a “I want and I am entitled to” society and we forget the “We The People” part. We have become, We the democrats, or we the gay community or we the Christian community, we the white community and it goes on and on and on. We are more divided and selfish than ever and the sad part, we don’t even recognize who and what we are becoming. We are like wild dogs fighting for one carcass thrown in a cage and we will fight til the death to make it our own. Do we even consider if we shared it than maybe everyone would feel full and possibly survive? I don’t think so. I am ashamed. I live by these words and repeat them every single day. We are just souls having a human experience. We should treat one another with respect. Does that mean we have to accept everything? No. The only right we really do have is to leave our mark on this world, a reflection of the way we have lived and decide whether we will use this gift of life we were given to create something wonderful, beautiful in the time we were given. and when we are ready to leave, look back and and be honest about whether we left the world that we created better or left it more bitter. What will you do? 

What Color is Your World?

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Imagine the beauty you would miss in the world if you could only see in black and white. For it is in the midst of all color, our world truly shines. My intention for this wonderful world is that our sight goes much deeper than what we can see with our human eyes. For it is the color of our very soul, and not the color of our skin, that in the end, matters most. Here is something to ponder, have you ever wondered why we all have the same color beating heart? Maybe we should place our intent and focus on the ways we are all the same and less focus on the differences that are tearing us apart. Maybe, just maybe the world would be better off if we were all color blind… I changed my mind.