Thank you Kym McVicker-Brewster for making me think this morning…

Before I logged onto the computer, my brain was empty of ANY profound thoughts.

I was lounging outside, soaking up this gorgeous day, watching my dogs roll around in the grass and play with each other.

Then I decided to check my emails, my blog, my eBay store and Facebook. Just to make sure there wasn’t anything that needed my attention.

Which was when I came across your status:

As I look at the person staring back at me from my mirror, I wonder; for all the things that have been accomplished, for all the hardships that have been risen above, for all the joy and happiness brought to others, for all the good that has been done and for all the compassion and empathy shown to others, am I only as good as, and should my entire character be judged and defined by the WORST thing I have ever done?      ~Kym McVicker-Brewster


A little deep for a Saturday morning.

And just as I was going to drag a brush through my hair, apply lip gloss and run a few errands. Walk my dogs. Then maybe a have a little afternoon nap before meeting up with a friend later tonight.

NOW I am thinking.

Worse yet, I am thinking about the WORST of me. (Never pretty when any of us do that!) And whether the dumbest, WORST things I have done cancel out the many GOOD things I have done?

Certainly, I wish that I had not dropped the F-bomb outside of the church with ‘Father’ standing 10 feet behind me. Not a shining moment for me.

Here’s the link for those who want the full (humiliating) story:

And by the way, Kym noted that this thought was not specifically related to anything in her life. Just a thought. Or a ‘rhetorical’ question. And it isn’t specifically related to anything in my life either.

But it did get my juices flowing. Got me thinking…

God help us all when I do that.

We are all unique. A mix of good, bad, quirky, stupid, brilliant, well-intentioned (if poorly executed) plans. We have our stellar qualities. And the qualities that we (and sometimes others) could do without. We all face challenges, succeed, fail miserably…and make plenty of mistakes.

Because nobody is Perfect, it is probably easier if we toss away the yardsticks. Both for measuring ourselves and others.

In that vein, I am off to get a donut and a Diet Coke. I’ll be skipping the errands for now, in favor of spending some time outdoors…(with my dogs, daughter, Diet Coke and donut)

Having gotten off track, why get ON TRACK now?


Random Ramblings…

I’ve decided to share six thoughts from the past week. I’ll stop at six, to spare you. There is always more where these six came from…

1.) My son has gotten very good at tossing ‘the dart.’

Either that or I make it far too easy?

I circle. Mentally and physically. Have been told it is like watching a dog chase its tail.

Me: The dogs are circling around me!

Son: They learned from the best. (Deadpan)

Okay. A few points to my Son.

2.) Better to skip the Psychic Fair.

For the curiosity factor, I wanted to go to a Psychic Fair at a local coffee shop this week.

But why take the chance? What if he/she did my reading, then gave me directions to the nearest bridge? And recommended a ‘Thelma and Louise?’

Like…find the nearest bridge or cliff—and hit the gas pedal.

3.) I’ve never had to wonder where I came from.

Aunt Kate went to the doctor recently. A foremost Specialist in the country, or a ‘Specialist’ aomong specialists.

She lives in Virginia, hikes her dog outside each day and ended up with Lyme disease. Then was on antibiotics for several months. Hence the doctor’s appointment. To make sure all was well.

Mr. Specialist took her temperature—used a regular, mercury thermometer. And her temperature was just fine.

Except she had gum in her mouth. When Mr. Specialist pulled the thermometer out, there was this long (getting longer) string of gum. She tried to pull it back to her mouth. And Mr. Specialist tried to untangle the gum from his thermometer. Disaster.

Uncle Joe sat nearby, mouth open…to stunned to speak.

End result of the appointment.

Mr. Specialist: You are fine. No need to come back.

Aunt Kate was thinking, “I bet he doesn’t want to see me back here.”

Because ‘these things’ still happen to her regularly, I’m not hopeful ‘these things’ will EVER stop happening to me.

Just yesterday, I picked up a pair of jeans at my cousin’s house. Then drove away. Darling Daughter’s phone rang two minutes later.

Cousin: Forget something?

Darling Daughter: Mom…forget something?

I went down the list out loud…

Me: Got my keys. (I was driving the car.) My phone is right there. (In the console.)

Darling Daughter: What about your purse?

Me: Sh$%!!!

We circled around the block and picked up my purse.

My daughter can run, but she cannot hide. I’m 41. Aunt Kate is 58.

Just this morning, Daughter filled out her summer soccer form—so she ‘didn’t forget.’

But when I pulled into the driveway after dropping both children off at school, the soccer form was STILL in the backseat. Perfectly filled out.

If a little mangled. The dogs trampled all over it on the ride home.

Daughter is 17 ½. Still young. And I’d LIKE to be hopeful, but I’m realistic. The best she can do is develop her sense of humor. And marry somebody very patient.

4.) Sheetz.

I’ve always been a people watcher. Picked up on nuances, things others miss. Not to be mean, or to poke fun. (I know my fellow people watchers get quite ‘the show’ in watching me…) It’s more about understanding others.

And so the Sheetz around the corner is a playground for me. We made a quick stop there for my son this morning.

As I waited in the car, a group of men shuffled in. Their jeans had these little ‘circles’ in them. I’d never seen this, before moving to this semi-rural city. Was nearly 40, before I realized that these meant a person ‘Chewed.’ The little ‘circles’ were small tins of Chewing Tobacco.

Which doesn’t make much sense to me. Why not just smoke a cigarette? Tobacco is tobacco, right? Does it really matter how it enters the bloodstream?

Although smoking has slowly become an ‘outside’ activity. And one can ‘Chew’ anywhere—even in church. Score ONE for Chew.

Depends on whether one values their lungs or their mouth, I suppose…

5.) We all have vices.

Which is why I’ll NEVER toss stones at others for using tobacco.

I happen to love sugar, in the form of cake, cookies and other desserts. I am also semi-addicted to Diet Coke. (I have quit many times, but always end up going back…)

I might value my lungs and mouth, but what about my blood sugar? My toes and feet?

Nope. You won’t find me out there casting the ‘first stone.’ Nor will I sit in judgment of others. But I will ‘people’ watch.

6.) Wealth. (Or lack thereof…)

If we are honest, the roller coaster of wealth has its ups and downs for all of us during the course of a lifetime. And it is often tied to how we choose to live our lives. Our priorities. My roller coaster hasn’t been up many hills lately. I pondered this while driving in the car with my children yesterday.

Me: It’s funny. But I don’t feel poor…

Darling Daughter: I feel a little poor sometimes. But I’m NOT unhappy. I’m actually very happy.

Me: Maybe that’s it. I’m happy.


Me: Hmmm…maybe because I’ve always been lucky enough to have such a wonderful circle of friends, family, you children…Without that, I might feel poor.

Darling Daughter: Let’s NOT go getting all philosophical now…

And so I didn’t.

But it didn’t stop the topic from circling around in my head while we drove.

My thoughts reminded me of a favorite Oprah Winfrey quote:

“Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you need is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

So, there is an upside to my current situation.

Anybody who is willing to ride in the Trusty Honda with me is a ‘keeper.’ That includes friends, family, children, and/or a Special Somebody.

Even though the Trusty Honda stops at Sheetz for Diet Coke and donuts. It often circles back to pick up things forgotten. It is full of dog hair and sand from the beach. And it may (or may not) break down.

Yet, I (mostly) enjoy the ride each day.

Probably because I developed MY sense of humor long ago…