Cold Case Files: Carol Brady's First Husband

Sometimes I am embarrassed that I am 42, never married or gave birth, then I think about all the women who are single at my age or younger, who were once married, had/have kids, and still complain about their role in society. I wonder, in the social part of a man's mind, which is better, a woman who has never been married/had children or a woman who has been married a couple of times and has kids by different dads.



Is there one role that is to be carried with more pride or shame? I just assumed my position was always frowned upon and then I stopped and asked myself which is easier to explain, "No. I've never been married." OR "Well, they say the third times a charm." There really isn't a right answer to either, but it is funny how narcissistic we can be to think ours is always the worst, and people must be speaking about it.




Last week, I heard a preacher man, Bishop David Evans, say on his television program..."Why is it when someone says something negative that we take it as the gospel and spread it fast, but when someone speaks of blessings we question it and don't jump to repeat it?" This prompted me to wonder, why be embarrassed of your status, after all Carol Brady rocked it with three kids and she had a husband who disappeared without any explanation at all.  

I wonder you. (Not the Prince song)

I wonder what it is like for people who are naturally beautiful. You know the kind who do not need a drop of makeup and look beautiful? I wonder what it is like to get pregnant without trying. You know like all the moms out there who were once scared to death at the beginning and now it's just a natural state of mind?

I wonder what it is like to eat healthy or eat the right amount and not have your heart beat fast when your plate gets close to empty and you are still hungry, emotionally or physically. You know the 'lucky people'? I wonder what it is like to go to spend time doing what you love to do and be appreciated. You know like what people do on the weekend with the ones they love?

I wonder how many people realize how many of them were just described in my blog and don't even know how blessed they are. You know like you?

On the 11th day of November my true love gave to me...a life lesson.

11/1/11      Thankful for living.
11/2/11      Thankful for forgiving.
11/3/11      Thankful for 21st amendment.
11/4/11      Thankful for funny friends who laugh with me.
11/5/11      Thankful for legs who get me where I need to go.
11/6/11      Thankful for rough times and knowing I have a deep run of faith.
11/7/11      Thankful for animals and how each one is so different and the amazement of their creation.
11/8/11      Thankful for B12 and all the energy it gives me to keep going like painting furniture, picking up
                   dog poo in the backyard, cooking dinner, folding laundry, and doing it all in 2 hours.
11/9/11      Thankful for apple empanadas, grown up girl slumber parties with pearls as our accessories, and
                   and silly names for drinks.
11/10/11     Thankful for a little person named Debra who is teaching  my NPFH kids sign language
                   the real definition of courage and strength.
11/11/11     Thankful for all veterans, my dog Patina who loves & accepts me no matter what size my jeans
                    are today, and having students in my life who I have to preach to and realizing how that lecture
                    needs to sink in to my hard head.

11/1/11

Be thankful.
Be thankful everyday.
Be thankful everyday smiling.
Be thankful everyday smiling sincerely.
Be thankful everyday smiling sincerely and do not let the smallest or biggest thing distract you from being thankful for the smallest or biggest thing.

11/1/11
I am thankful that I got to live long enough to see 11/1/11 on my calendar.
I am thankful that I got to live with my mother once again while I wait to move into my new place.
I am thankful that you are reading my blog because you must still find me a little bit entertaining or interesting.