Can you recall your childhood memories? I can. Sometimes too well. Turns out I was kind of a bully. At least that's what my sisters say. Here's the thing. I don't believe that, not for one bit. I've said it before that there are some of us born with our fists up and others that are not. But do you really think that one is better than the other? I do. I have witnessed lately, more than I think I have in my entire existence, a collection of women who think they are doing themselves a favor by keeping their mouth shut. Can you believe that? Listen up ladies, what I am about to say may offend you, but it might very well save your life if you do it. Speak up. Speak up often. You think that by keeping it in you are resolving to be the bigger person, when in reality you are not. Believe it or not, I have not always been this type of outspoken before. Don't get me wrong, I have always been loud, obnoxious and filter free, however, when things bothered me, or if approached with a dilemma and the inevitable awkwardness was on the horizon, I would just keep my mouth shut to avoid anything that might ruffle the feathers. It hasn't been until probably my 30ish birthday when I came to the realization that I am pretty amazing, with or without my ability to hide behind my muzzle. That opening in the very forefront of my face is useful for more than just the hand to mouth shove. What I have always honored is the invite for opinion, and now, more than ever I hold on to that truth. But what I will not honor is blatant idiocracy at my expense. I will not wimp out and say nothing. I have learned to pick and choose my battles, in my marriage, with my girlfriends and in life, but when you complain about a situation that you have just experienced, and open up to me about how you wished you would have said something to change the outcome, I have to keep myself from picking you up, wrapping you around my mental sling shot and volleying you to the other side of the room. This is me screaming to you to wake up and realize that you are teaching people how to treat you. That's right, you heard me. Sit back, allow people to sling it on you, and they will continue to do it. All I'm saying is that in my 33 years of life, I am okay with not having everyone like me, sure, would it be nice if everyone I spoke with, worked with, ate with adored me, waited on baited breath to hear what I had to say...sure, but I have arrived at the junction in my life where I know that isn't going to happen, and rightly so. I am okay with my fists up. I'm not saying you need to start taking up boxing, unless you do, then give me a ring because I've always wanted to join a fight club, but am too chicken to go alone...but what I'm saying is to please, PLEASE, stop hiding in silence and then bleeding your traumatized ego in an audience, because this girl who has finally learned to break her silence is gonna start telling you to take those scars somewhere else. On a much lighter and promising note, the weather is ever changing in these here parts of Dallas, and I am all over it. May I suggest you evolve with it. In the meantime, so much to show you and so little time, so please take pleasure in these pics...and that's me speaking up, telling you to be a bit nosy and see what we've been up to the past several weeks. Love you, mean it.
|So very sad the summer is over and we can't have Mommy and Me until next year, but we sure did take advantage of this summer heat and of our pool. Adan took up ISR, shortly after we stopped our other swim school, and she had him swimming in 3 days and that just enabled more of a love for the water than we could give him. Needless to say, we will be heating the pool this fall and taking dips as often as we can.|
|Top Golf. 'Nuff Said.|
|And this little fool wore this...in his new size 7's.|