How Sweet It Is...

Big Ray made a comment to me the other night. It was not all that unusual for him. It's just that over the years I have continually been annoyed by it and have decided to examine why he continues to say it and what it is I can do about it. The comment: "Why can't you be sweet sometimes?" Okay, I can hear the crickets starting up because I know that the average person will say "Well, what's the big freakin' deal?" Or the average guy would ask "Yeah, why can't you be sweet sometimes?"

Well , this time instead of ignoring the question as I have come to do after 13 years, I wanted to know just what I could do to be any sweeter than I already am. I mean, in my book, if I got any sweeter, Big Ray should go into a diabetic coma after just one of my sweet little kisses. Hey! I think it is very sweet of me to grocery shop, put the groceries away, cook the food, clean up after meals, vacuum, mop, run errands, pack lunches, get clothes ready for the next day, serve as an alarm clock and on and on and on. I mean, I could go on but gosh I don't mean to nag. Oh and did I mention that I work too?!?!? Anyhoo, I told Big Ray that I thought all of these things should qualify me as being sweet as pie. Guess what? He had the nerves to say that it certainly did not qualify and neither does his going to work everyday, paying the bills and fixing things around the house. Big Ray says doing what one is supposed to do does not qualify as being kind and gracious (this is the definition of sweet found at http://www.thefreedictionary.com/). He says being sweet is going above and beyond what one is supposed to do.

In today's world, it seems like those of us who actually do the things we should do are in the minority. It also seems like those who do what they want to do in lieu of doing the things they need, should or are supposed to do are the ones who get ahead. I guess in the end I agree with Big Ray but, every now and then, it would be nice to feel like a sweet person just because I cooked a delicious dinner.

Here Lizard Lizard

So last night Big Ray and I were about to say lights out. I was tired, he was tired and CC and Mighty Man were worn out too. It's been a long day for everyone. As is custom, Big Ray is the first to actually get to bed because, as I suspect many women do, I am always finding some piece of work that just has to be done now and absolutely cannot wait until tomorrow. Well, anyway, just as he was turning back the covers, there was a freakin' lizard. Oh my gosh!!! We both froze. I mean, maybe it should have been a precious moment or something. After all, it was both of our "first" time finding a lizard in our bed. Heck, I still remember our first banana split, our first time going to church together and even the first meal he cooked for me. So I guess this one goes in to the old mental scrapbook of memories too.

So, anyway, as we stood there looking stuck on stupid, we saw him quickly climbing the wall. Without a thought for my own safety, I sprang on top of the bed, shoe in hand, and whacked the wall so hard, I fully expected a gaping hole to be there. The lizard fell to the bed. After about 2 seconds he appeared to shake off being whacked by the size 12 shoe I was holding and scurried across the bed. I skillfully (or so I thought) trapped him in the folds of our bedspread while CC and Mighty searched for a glove to catch him with. After all, who wants to have lizard hand right before bed? Anyhoo, we carefully eased back the cover and DANGIT!!! The lizard had eluded us.

Can I tell you we stayed up for hours looking and waiting for it to reappear. Mind you, Big Ray was due at work at 7 a.m. I, had to be at work early myself. Finally, we drifted off to sleep but it was a nervous one-especially for me. I mean, Big Ray is a big guy and I did not want to accidentally set him off in the middle of the night mistaking my soft and gentle touch for a lizard scurrying across his back. Boy, was I glad to see daylight. But, gosh, what are we gonna do tonight?

Who Am I?

Big Ray (aka, my husband) and I have a little inside joke we often share. We often joke about not knowing who the heck we are. It started about 4 years ago when he called Capital One to verify that his credit card payment had been received. As is routine when calling various companies, the rep proceeded to verify the account information. Well, my husband verified the address, telephone number, date of birth AND his mother's maiden name. However, having gotten all this info correct, the rep informed him that the SSN he provided was not what was on the account. Mind you, this account was about 4 months old at this point and this was not the first payment to be made nor was it the first time Big Ray had called in to verify receipt of payment.

Anyhoo, to make a long one a little shorter, the rep continued to insist that Big Ray had the wrong SSN (although he personally applied for the account and had verified this info several times before) and Big Ray never did find out if the payment was received. For a long time after that, whenever I would ask him something he'd jokingly ask me how the heck should he know since he doesn't even know who the heck he is and how could he possible know anything since he spent 4 months paying for some other guy's credit card.

So...to answer my own question of Who Am I? I think I am KeKe, a 30 something y.o. mother of 2-CC, my smart and very talkative 9 year old and Mighty Man, my intelligent, handsome, and very strong 8 year old . I think I am married to Big Ray and I think I like watching Court TV. Beyond that, I am not so sure at times. I know that I feel every persons life has a purpose and a meaning. I feel everyone was put here to contribute something. I just need to figure out MY purpose. I hope that journaling will help me with this. If not, at least this is my chance to ramble about things that are of interest to me. I am sure Big Ray appreciates the break.

Hi-This Is My First Post

Hello World. This is my first post and I am a little nervous...actually more than a little nervous. It is kind of scary to share my thoughts here in a place where any and everyone can come and see them. Not that I am so arrogant as to think someone would stop by to ready what I have to say. After all, I am 35 and, thus far, have managed to amount to nothing. Zilch. Zero. A hill of beans has accomplished more than I have. Sound depressing? Hey, trust me, it really IS depressing.

I have wanted to create a blog for a long time now. But, I never seem to have anything noteworthy to say. All the weblog authors seem to have such interesting contet. Some are really into to politics, some are very opinionated about this passion and that passion. And some are just contect to write periodic musings about their interesting lives. Well, I don't have political savvy, I am not very opinionated about hot topics and I don't have an interesting life. I am still trying to find out who I am and what my purpose is. I really need to know these things. So, I will be making daily (other every other day or so) entries about whatever it is that interests me in an effort to find out who I am and what it is I am suppossed to be doing with myself.

Wish me luck and if you happen to stop by....I apologize in advance if you are bored to death.