Wish Upon a Hero

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It is an awesome site that helps people get their wishes granted. Their motto is "everyone has a wish, anyone can be a hero". And that's the truth. I've made a few wishes but granted even more. It is so nice to be able to grant wishes for others and feels great when you have your granted. Wishes can be as simple as needing prayers or money. Wishes can be more complex too, like meeting a celeb or something else. Either way, it is a great site, go to it. Don't delay, help others today.

Be a hero, over and over again please!

Thanks!

drv control

Not sure who is controlling who here. I got a drv so that I would not miss any of my favorite shows while I was at college, work or studying. Now, I am unemployed and I have graduated. I had a lot of time on my hands, so much time that I found tons of shows that I wanted to record and save for later to watch. Then I got busy. My shows added up and I was running out of room to record more shows. I needed to watch the shows or delete them. Though I was extremely tired, I spent the last few days staying up until 3am or so watching the shows. The drv was supposed to make me more free and allow me to go about my life without worrying about missing shows. Now I am missing life to watch my shows.

buy me love

Figured it out today. My brother is trying to buy his son's love. My brother makes me mad a lot but this recent thing really makes me mad. My other nephew had a birthday but there was no present from my brother (this other nephew's uncle). Bro claimed he had no money for a present. So, a few days later, my nephew (my bro's son) is at my house, being babysat. Bro comes to pick his son up. Bro brings $30 worth of brand new toys. This sets me off but I say nothing. What the ***** is that about? How dare my bro get so much for his kid for no good reason when he has a nephew going without a birthday present. If said nephew (the bday boy) was my son, I don't think I'd ever forgive my bro. That is just uncalled for. You can't claim poverty and then spend money for no reason. So, anyway....the reason my bro spends money on his son is that he feels guilty for having a job (which he needs to support his son). I understand this guilt because I had it for a year after getting my dog. I think the guilt is bigger with a kid though. I still don't think that means Bro's son gets tons of toys (for no reason) and nephew goes without. How about spending some of that $30 on the birthday boy? Conclusion: Sometimes Bro is a big freakin' jerk. Other conclusion: Sharing feelings on here is nice and helps a bit but I think I'd have felt better if I got to scream at bro at least a little bit.

Not Jen

My name is Jennifer. You can call me Jennifer, Jenny or even Jenna, just not Jen. How come everywhere I go, people see the need to shorten my name? I always introduce myself as Jenny. I am already giving people a shorter version of my name, or a nickname, to use. Why do they feel the need to shorter it further? It's only takes a second to say the name Jenny, two little syllables. Often I feel the need to correct people. Other times, I wonder if it is worth it.

I am prepared........I have dogs

How dogs prepare you for parenthood..........

~dogs follow you everywhere, even in the bathroom
~you have to pay for your dog's food, doctor's visits, toys and everything else
~you have to clean up after dogs when they poop or vomit
~dogs have to be potty trained
~dogs have to be taught repeatedly before they behave
~dogs require near-constant supervision
~dogs disrupt your sleep and try to take over your bed
~dogs get between you and your significant other
~dogs need a babysitter when you got out for more than a few hours at a time


How they don't.......................

~you can lock dogs in a cage when they bug you (kids-not so much)

I hate you, can you babysit my kids?

Believe it or not, these words didn’t come out of my sister’s mouth. But I bet she was thinking it. We had a fight. I was watching her kids at my house. When I was watching them, they were having some sibling rivalry issues. I told them there would be time-outs for any kid who wasn’t being nice to others. They played really nice until my sister came home. When she was home, the oldest was mean to his younger brother. I told him to sit on the couch for a time out. My sister said I couldn’t discipline her kid now that she was home. She said it was ok for him not to have a time out because you can’t give a kid a time out every time they do something wrong. Says who??? What dumb rule is that??? How else do you teach them correct behavior (respect in this case)? So, we started fighting. It ended with her saying I’d make a horrible parent and me saying that the fact that she doesn’t discipline her kids is incredible ridiculous to me. Anyway, we didn’t speak for several days, over a week actually. I told my friends that I was not calling my sister. I was mad at her and I can be more stubborn. Also, I knew she’d call me first. She’d need a babysitter at some point, even one who she thinks would apparently make a horrible parent. As predicted, my phone rings one day and it was my sister. She needed a babysitter. I played nice and didn’t tell her she was freakin’ unbelievable for only calling me for babysitting. Sometimes I can be nice.

Balance

It is all about balance. That's one of the problems that my family and I have. We don't see eye to eye on the topic of balance. They think I am too strict with kids. I think I am only strict because no one else is. After all, kids need balance. You can't have everyone being really strict or no one being strict. You need to have the correct balance of strictness and _______ (whatever the opposite of strictness is). So, when everyone is mad at me for telling the kids they can't have two ice cream cones in one day, I should get to be the one who is mad. Mad at them for making me be the strict one. Who said I wanted to play bad cop all my life? Not me.

And the worst part is that this is a recent development, one that is driving me into too many fights with the family. Fights about what the kids each, fights about if they should get a time out, fights, fights, fights. When I had my first nephew, I was the fun one. His parents were there to be the 'bad cops', the ones who said 'no'. It was my job to be the fun one, to fill his belly with ice cream, to play with, to spoil and then to send home. This worked great for awhile. Then, a few nieces and nephews later, I was suddenly the bad cop. I think the more kids that showed up, the more I tried to make organization out of chaos. This is also when the others seemed to have lost the energy or will to raise the kids to be the best they can (by enforcing some rules and having BALANCE in their lives).

Yup, balance, it's all about balance.

The 650lb Virgin

Kind of ironic. I was watching my umpteenth episode of a tv show (where four doctors discuss medical topics and answer people’s questions) when I realized that so much of so many people’s lives resolve around sex. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it is not just on tv, its’ also in books, in real life and everywhere. People seem to be obsessed with sex. It interferes with their lives, keeps them from making rationale decisions and gets in between them and their goals in life (if they can even stop thinking about sex long enough to have goals). I was always satisfied to be a virgin before but since having this revelation, I am even more satisfied with my life.

So, anyway, back to the 650lb virgin. I was flipping through the channels after finishing the doctor’s show and thinking about how I should write a blog. The blog would be about how my life is and how I see the world through my ‘un-sexed’ colored lenses (haha), when I saw a show about a man who recently lost a bunch of weight and is now looking for a love life. He is over 30 years old, now skinnier and also a virgin. It was ironic, I tell you, very ironic. So, I decided then and there that I was going to start my blog, ASAP, which as it turns out is a few days later when I got so bored that I needed to do something to keep from going crazy.

Girl / Lady / Woman / Female

I wanted to share some information with you about myself but I was stuck on how to do it. I wrote 'I am a 27 year old female'. I didn't like the word 'female', it seemed so medical. Then I wrote, 'I am a 27 year old woman'. I erased that too, feels so old. I am simple and fun loving, not some uptight business woman or something like that. Lady seemed like the next choice but was too prissy. The only other word I could think of was 'girl' but I certainly should have outgrown that label by now. Even if kids are always asking me if I am an adult or how come I am not a "real" grownup (more on this another time).



So, here's what I came up with............ I am 27 years old, and for now, I refuse to categorize myself with the terms currently available here in the US. Maybe in the future, I will feel more like a 'woman' or I'll want to be more 'lady'-like but for now those just aren't me. Maybe others feel this way, maybe others don't. Either way, it doesn't matter to me.

Say Anything

Lots of free time lately so I thought I'd use some of my time writing a blog. Who knows maybe I like it? This blog will be about a variety of things, mostly random and unimportant. I will try to keep it fun but I am not know for my sense of humor so if it's not fun for you, remember this: no one is making you read it.


Three words I use to describe me: organized, honest, opinionated.

Three words other people might use to describe me: anal, rude, stubborn.

Seems like the same three words to me, mine just sound better.


Right now, I want to talk about the last word I used, opinionated (after all, that's the fun one). I have opinions about everything, from parenting to food to clothes to how to spell a word or name. My opinions do a lot of things but most often they get me in trouble (oh well), cause fights (too bad) or create problems (yup). They also don't change (not much). In an attempt to stop all the troubles my opinions get me into (their fault-not mine), I am going to use my extra energy to put my opinions here instead of out in the real world. Figured, this can be a little experiment to try and see if my life gets easier without so many of my opinions causing trouble. Think it will work? Sound too good to be true? Who knows but I am going to find out.