Closed Mouths Don’t Get Fed. Ask For What You Need. You Have Not Because You Ask Not.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I don’t like to ask for help. From anyone. I will run around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to figure out how to do something on my own before I’ll ask for help. I don’t know why I’m this way, but I am.

I will offer to help someone in a heartbeat. Well, generally. And if someone offers to help me, I will surely accept. But it is rare that I open my mouth and say “will you please help me?”

Y’all know I’m starting school on Monday right? Right. I’ll be in class two nights a week from 5:30 – 8:30 p.m. Let’s not even talk about how I like to go to bed at 8:00. Anyhoo. I’d decided I was going to pick LG up from school at 2:00 on those days, take her home, get her homework done, get her fed, run her to the sitter, sit in class for 3 hours, pick her up from the sitter, run home, get her showered and in the bed, study my notes, and fall asleep.

Then I had this genius-level epiphany: tell Smoochy you need help.

Now. I love my husband, and he’s an all around good fella. But I have to tell him what I need. He’s not all that intuitive, and really, he shouldn’t have to read my mind.

So I tell Smoochy “look. I know you love driving that truck. You enjoy not having a “boss.” You like your schedule, and I get that. But I’m getting ready to go back to school and I cannot do this I do not want to do this by myself. I’m going to need your help.”

And do you know what he said? “Okay.”

He has started filling out applications for trucking companies that advertise as having their drivers home each night. He told his current supervisor that he needs a change in his schedule and that if they couldn’t work something out there, he was going to have to move on. That he wants to stay with them, but he needs to be more involved at home.



I am feeling so relieved right about now. It may take a minute for Smoochy’s schedule to be the way that’ll work out best for us, but I am so thankful that he listened to what I was saying, agreed, and is making some moves. I am so glad I didn’t try to be Superwoman this go ’round.

I am definitely going to be less hesitant about asking for help when I need it from here out.

Now. Who wants to do my Biostatistics work for me? Anyone? Anyone?


Life Lesson #9354

If you decide that your new fitness routine will involve 90 minutes of exercise on Monday evenings – 45 minutes of tone & sculpt and 45 minutes of Zumba? It’s a good idea to eat something more substantial than a peanut butter sandwich at 1:30 thinking that’ll hold you until 7:45.  It won’t.

Life Lesson #77239

If you buy a $10 bottle of shampoo and a $10 tub of conditioner in an effort to impart moisture into you and your daughter’s hair, it is very likely that your follicularly challenged (bald) husband will use them both and tell you how wonderfully supple they made his scalp. Sir…


One of the first books I read this year was what I consider a “throwaway book.”  Something I grabbed off the “recommended by” shelf at the library.  Nothing I’d set out to read, just something to pass the time.  The books was “Swapping Lives” and as you might imagine it was about two women who trade lives – the harried, married mother in America switches lives with the fabulous and free single lady in London.

Even though the book was relatively predictable, it was a good fun read and it got me to thinking – if I could switch lives with anyone, what would I want my switched life to look like?

I’d live in a bigger city (preferably one with good public transportation), I’d work a job that was more oriented toward helping people improve their lives, I’d take in fantastic cultural offerings, I’d eat Thai food on a regular basis, I’d work out more, I’d cook fantastic meals, I’d spend more time outside, and I’d have a fabulously clean and organized home.

Yeah.  Except for the city living and fantastic cultural offerings,  I can do all of that right here and right now. So I’m going to stop waiting for what I think “perfection” is and deal with what I can in my present circumstances.

What would your switched life look like?   Anything you can implement in the here and now?

NOTW: "Artist's Inspiration" by Finger Paints. Not my usual type of color, but I like it.

Friday Randoms

  • I’m not saying anything about alternatives to partial hysterectomy.  
  • There’s a 99.9% chance that I’m going to the baby’s dedication.  Mostly because I don’t want “them” to be able to say that we aren’t supportive.  Moving on.
  • Okay, so I just started reading “Warmth….” last night.  And I’m already about 25% of the way through – it’s a pretty easy read, so if you haven’t started, no worries.  You can do it.
  • I lost those 4 pounds again!  Yippee!  Go go small girl what u gon’ do???
  • I just got in trouble at work for not making the faculty turn grades in in a timely manner.  Sigh. 


Yep, that’s it.  I’ve got to get to work sending emails to the faculty letting them know they didn’t turn in their grades…oh, the excitement of it all!  I hope you have a loverly weekend.  The weather around here is supposed to be great and I plan on spending some time outdoors.  Be blessed!

Life Lesson # 31211: How to Have a Garage Sale in Ten Easy Steps

1.  Have Pserendipity remind you that y’all are having a garage sale in two days.

2.  Post an ad on Crai.gslist advising the general public that all of your crap fantastic earthly treasures will be available for purchase.

3.  Go to bed at 9 on the Friday night before the garage sale.

4. Wake up at 5 on Saturday and look around your house for random treasures to sell.

5.  Put said treasures in back of car along with sleep daughter.

6.  Hightail it over to Pserendipity’s and lay wares out.

7.  Pray that you make $20 to offset the price of a purse you’ve been coveting.

8.  End up making $47 – a good portion of which came from Pserendipity’s neighbor who was having the sale with us.

9.  Walk around talking smack about your riches.

10.  Ensure that you have something that will really catch buyers’ attention and reel them in:


TGIF. Especially Since I Thought Today Was Thursday!

  • So today I decided to step out of my comfort zone by wearing a dress and patterned tights.  Why are my legs (bottom half) so skinny that you can’t even tell the tights have a pattern? I could’ve saved two bucks and just bought plain black tights.
  • One of my FB friends posts her s e x drive percentage every day.  I’m not sure why she thinks anyone but her husband cares.  I’m about to hide her.
  • Lovegirl got another write up this week.  For talking, being disruptive, being disrespectful…I wanted to cry. 
  • One of my friends is in the hospital.  She didn’t want anybody to know.  I don’t understand that.  I understand you don’t want everybody and their mama dropping in, but to go into the hospital for a major procedure and not tell anyone ’cause you don’t want to bother them?  Negative.  I went to see her yesterday – she was still knocked out.  I’m going back today.  She can get mad if she wants to.
  • December, much like the rest of 2010 is flying by.  I’m so behind.
  • I really, really, really need The Chipmunk to stop listening to all my telephone conversations.  You know what, that’s not even true.  I need her to stop commenting on the conversations she’s listening to.  I can’t hang up good before she’s saying “ooooh, did I hear you say you’re flying into Ontario?”  Um…
  • Okay, it is obvious that I need new FB friends.  One of my friends just posted that she’ll be giving out coupons from for Christmas.  No ma’am.  I’m almost positive your recipients would rather get a heartfelt “Merry Christmas” and a big hug!  Coupons????
  • Anybody read anything good (in paperback) lately?  I’m looking for some good reading material for the plane.
  • Smoochy and his people are the only folks I know who eat and like those chocolate covered cherries that pop up this time of year.  Anybody else eat them?  I’ve never tried them and have no desire to (but I totally would if I were on The A.mazing Race Mrs. TDJ!)

‘Tis all!  Have a wonderful weekend.  If your weather is anything like ours?  Stay cool, then stay warm.  Peace.