Growing up, McGriddles, and other such things.

3:06 PM

   I kicked off my weekend the right way with a homemade McGriddle.  That's right, ham/egg sandwiched between two pancakes.  If you aren't drooling over that kind of breakfast I'm not sure you deserve to have one.  

  Then I starting feeling like the gray/overcast day was just going to rain on my parade, so I invited over Jessi and her girlies for a play date.

   We got to drink a little coffee and talk about grown-up things, the girls dressed up and didn't make each other cry TOO often, and we all ate lunch and took naps.  Well my kids did, I didn't.  (What's a nap?)  It's been a good day so far. 

Speaking of grown-up things, don't look now but I think I'm growing up.

   I know, I know, I was shocked too, but I think it's true!  After all, I read a not-so-nice comment the other day from an (of course) anonymous commenter, and I laughed.  That's right, a honest-to-goodness 100% genuine throaty chuckle emitted from my open mouth.  That my friends, is a breakthrough.  That my friends, is progress.  That my friends, is the sweet taste of victory.

   Because not so very long ago at all, that would have had me down.  It would have had me furrowing my brow, wondering whom it might have been, why exactly they don't think very highly of me, and what exactly I could go about doing that might change that.  Not anymore.  I have come to realize in my very grown-up state of maturity *cough* that nothing you could ever do will make everyone like you.  There will always be someone, somewhere, somehow that disagrees with you.  Dislikes you.  Disapproves.  Disdains.  Dis-something.  That is just the way it always has been and always will be.  So accept that, pick yourself up off the floor, and move on. 

   For those of you that missed it, it was on my last post.  I had written this line (which I thought was just a teensy bit clever, if I say so myself) :
   "It happens every year about this time.....everyone around me is canning up a storm like a reincarnated Mrs. Ingalls Wilder, and I'm sitting on the sidelines wondering if I'll be subject to a public lynching if I go to the store and buy a can of pie filling."

And someone commented:   "Actually you're sitting on the sidelines blogging."

    O.k.  let's just be honest here, that's pretty funny.  And I don't know if they were even trying to be funny, or trying to be snide, but I think it's funny.  Because it's true.  And I could launch into a defense of why I blog, and how I think it's truly important (because I do) but I won't.  Because that's not really the point.  I know that some people will never in 17 lifetimes understand why a person would blog.  Why a person would ever write at all, for that matter.  And that's o.k. I don't understand why anyone would ever want to drive Nascar.  Or be a sumo wrestler.  Or train scuba divers.  But that's just me.  We all have different interests and passions and I'm so stinkin' glad we do, because that's kind of what makes this world go 'round in the first place.  But I digress.

    The point is not about whether or not you should be blogging, and whether or not it's a valuable use of time.  The point is that if you have something negative to say, you shouldn't say it in the first place, but I guess if you feel like you have to, you should have the courage to sign your name to it.  That's just sort of common sense.  I honestly, truly promise to try and take a look at it from your point of view, and respectfully consider your opinion if you own up to what you say.  But if you choose to anonymously, spot a vulnerability in someone and use that as a weapon, I guess I will just laugh.

   So with that said, I was happen to find out that I can at least laugh at things like that now.  We've been through a lot together, me and this dusty ol' blog, and I guess we've survived and made it this far, so maybe that means we'll stick around for a while longer. I so hope that I can use this blog as a platform for inspiration and encouragement, and in the spirit of that, I am going to link some things around the inter-webs that has been doing the same for me lately.  Enjoy.

Maybe the best post I have ever read. EVER.
Making your own utility vest. I adore this mama's style.
I'm in need of a really good blazer.
The funniest Pinterest board you will ever follow.
I'd love to buy like 10 different booties for fall, but I'd settle for these.
I want this dress so bad. But it's too expensive and also sold out. Aside from those things, I still want it so bad. (I'd wear it over jeans)

What are you all up to this weekend? I'd love to hear.

    Honestly, I read each and every comment, even though I am officially The World's Worst Replier.  Is replier a word?  Anyways.....happy Friday everyone!!

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  1. Shelley, I love your blog and since I'm your brother I know that you work extremely hard for reals. When I saw the comment left by that anonymous hooligan the other day, I briefly considered taking computer engineering courses online so I could backtrack the origin of that neanderthal's IP address and show them the Fear of the Lord.

    But I'm lazy, and I didn't. Don't worry about that poo-flinger hiding behind anonymity. I'd like to see them work as hard as you do AND STILL blog in a humorous and insightful way.

    I hope your week goes excellent and that people have nice things to say about you, because you deserve it.

    But hold it! Before you ask where Shawn has gone and who I am, I don't think I'd have very nice things to say if you DID end up buying that (thankfully) out-of-stock dress. At first glance (and second, and third) it looks like the model's thighs are showing. Like they took a fashionable dress and chopped giant square holes in it at the waist. Is that intentional?

    1. O.k. even my lazy self will take the time to reply to this comment. Oh Shawn, you had me laughing so many times. Poo-flinging Neanderthals?? You're hilarious. But first and foremost, YES that was intentional! It's tan-colored LEATHER pockets, and I shouldn't even have to begin to explain how awesome that is. At first I thought you just meant the dress is short, which it is, but I would totally wear it over something. Secondly, I can't begin to tell you how cool I think it is that you read my blog....that you even care what I have to say. You're awesome. And thirdly, just because the thought crossed your mind to stick up for me is enough. You're really just one cool individual. And fourthly, if I got a comment like this everyday, I might just explode with egotistical, prideful thoughts of myself, so it's probably good that a bit of poo is flung around every now and then to keep me grounded.:) *hugs*

  2. I love your blog! I always look forward to your next post. Your sense of humor delights me.
    Your admiring follower-Merry

  3. Shelley I love reading your blog, dont let any one stop you if that's what you want to do. I love reading Shawns also. I love that your past the hurt & can laugh at it. Because guess what, you might have to do what I did tonight. Watch your daughter play volleyball. I along with every mother there thought my daughter has talent, she deserves to play. Now when my daughter is sitting on the bench, and everyone is playing bad, instead of yelling at the coaches put her back in, i tried to applaud every time they made a point. Die to self, and guess what, I'm still growing up. I was talking with a Comet Mother, her # 7 was her second to youngest daughter, I said my #7 is my 2nd to youngest daughter. She also has a celiac diabetic. So we had all kinds of things to chat about. Love Mom

  4. Ok I totally love your blog.I really like this post!It can be scary and brave to blog.No joke!I've been reading your blog for a while now and always looove it!!!

  5. You know what if blogging is what God has inspired and talented you with than you are doing the best thing by sitting and blogging at anytime. Ticks me off when people make a religion out of canning ;-) Sorry had to get them out of my system. keep being the best you, you can be and allow God to use you in awesome ways as I know He will. Just like in this blog!--LaDonna


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