Things you want to remember but forget... then there is the flip side.

There are things we want to remember but forget; the butter at the grocery store, dropping of the donations for Goodwill and for me journalling (blogging).  We all can relate.  How many times does it take for you to remember to drop of the library books, even though you go by the library a dozen blessed times in a day?

Then there is the flip side.  Things we want to forget but those darn buggers just sit there in your memory blocking all the good stuff.  Those darn buggers, the negative thoughts about yourself, the words we wish we would have not said or the things we wish we had done.   Those darn buggers about the could of, should of, would of...  

Well, today, is a new day.  Today is the day you fly! Ok, I know you didn't grow wings over night. How about we start small.  Do some good for a family in need.  Most of my friends already know the fight the Stapleton family is wrestling.  If you don't read it here.  Did you know you can have your own therapy session right here... deal with the could of, should of, would of!   More on your own litte therapy session in a moment.

This morning when reading the Record-Eagle I came across this article, and it made me angry. What made me angry was our  Lt. Gov. Calley quoted saying...

"Lt. Gov. Brian Calley, whose daughter in kindergarten has been diagnosed with autism, said the overall goal is that eventually, “Michigan will be the place to be if you’re a family that is living with an autism spectrum disorder.” 


The first screaming thoughts were, "WHY CAN'T THAT BE NOW!  Of all people you should understand! Why does anyone need to wait?  Why didn't the bill that was signed last year actually cover Autism, with out limits?  Why does a mother have to live in fear of her child?"  The next screaming thoughts were, "Mr. Calley, I pray that your child never turns on you or your wife. How fast would things change if your precious, beautiful daughter started to beat your wife until she was unconscious?    Oh, wait, that would never happen to you because you have the right contacts, insurance or what ever it is that makes it not happen to you!  Good Luck!  It can happen to you, in-spite of everything you have tried, people you have consulted and the love you give your child."

It got me thinking of all the things I wish I remembered to do and things I wish I could forget.  I wish I could remember to be a better advocate for those in need around me. So, I wrote a letter to our dear Lt. Gov. Calley, outlining the Stapleton's plight for Issy and how he could help.  For my nursing friends, I SBAR'd the hell out of him!

It got me thinking about what I wish I could forget... and the things I bet Kelli could forget.  The harsh words by people thinking they are helping (I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt as half of them don't  have a clue how to help).  The beatings, the screaming, the tears, the feeling you have failed (Kelli is far from a failure - you only fail when you stop trying) and most of all the feeling of having to leave a child behind but for her benefit.  Sometimes that line can be blurry.

On to VICTORY! We are Frankfort-Elberta!  The underdogs!  Part of the smallest county in Michigan but yet we have helped raise enough funds for Issy to stay 31.5 days! Read more here. So what can you do?  Donate to the fund, buy a T-Shirt, share the blog. The only link you need to do all three is this one:

http://thestatuswoe.wordpress.com/

This is the link to Kelli Stapleton's blog.  You can read her story, be aware, kleenex or absorbant sleeves,  are a required item when reading. (I'm verklepmt just thinking about needing the kleenex.) When you are done, do something with the feelings you have... write that letter. (Address to the governor here.)  Donate! Buy a T-shirt!

So your therapy session is...

Do something.... don't let it be a should of, could of or would of!

Off To New Adventures or Should I Say Misadventures...

After sharing some of my misadventures in dating; I have decided to blog these misadventures and share the, ummm..., well - umm, joy. Yeah, joy, that I've had being new to the dating scene at 37.  
Let me tell ya.  It has been interesting.  I've gotten myself into some amazingly funny situations, (ok, they are funny now but not at the time), some eye opening conversations and even one jaw dropping situation.
I have certainly grown as a person and woman with each and every person I meet.  Some dates have become good friends and others I couldn't run away from fast enough.
I will leave you with a question to ponder:
If you aren't interested in a relationship, why are you on Match.com?