Better Living Through Email

Every day I get a pretty good amount of email. And because I am still 12, I LOVE getting email and check it obsessively about 783 times a day. Sadly, however, a good 50% of my emails are of the “spam” variety. Most of these my spam filter catches, but if it’s having an off day, I sometimes end up with little gems like “Aliens spotted” or “80% off the little blue pill” right in my inbox. Some of these email subject titles are so, um, creative, that I thought I’d share some with you, because really, it would be selfish of me to keep all these life-improving emails to myself! So, out of the goodness of my heart, I give you the contents of my spam folder (I am using some creative spelling on some of these words so as not to attract more spam comments to this blog!):

“Earn a Degree While You Work” – Emily has apparently already read this one.

“A Transg*ndered Life – Can You Imagine?” – Can I imagine having a fake p*nis? No, not really, to tell you the truth!

“Aca! Berry has saved lives – let it save yours! Get your free trial now!” – I’ve already got Emily and she’s all the Berry I can handle, thankyouverymuch. She’s never saved my life, though. Hmm.

“I found you a new job” – no thanks! I like being gainfully unemployed.

“Prove to your wife that there can still be a lot of p@ssion in your bedr00m” – duh, I don’t even HAVE a wife. Do your research, spammers!!

“2 inches off your waistline during the Holidays” – Holidays? I better bookmark that one. I hate that two inches I usually gain on the 4th of July.

“Bigger Your ShortP*nis” – once again, do your research, people! I am not a dude.

“Pillowcase that prevents fine lines and wrinkles” – call me when you’ve got one that also removes my eye makeup.

“Is it possible to make over $1 million a year from home?” – I don’t know, you tell me! Oh wait? Does it involve work? Or sending people sp@mmy emails all day like YOU do? No thanks.

“Luxury W@tches for people with average incomes” – I swear to you, I get as much spam about fake R0lex’s as I do about p*nis enlargement. Apparently if you have a fancy watch you can get away with having a tiny schl0ng.

and finally,

“The Secret to Immortality” – here’s a secret for YOU: I don’t want to live forever. Cause really, being 1,000 years old and still looking like I’m say, 31 (wink, wink) and having all my friends and family be, you know, DEAD and living it up in heaven without me while I eat freeze-dried food and watch whippersnappers zoom around in those newfangled spaceships all the kids are driving these days doesn’t really sound all that FUN.

Well, there ya go. Hopefully you have found a life-changing solution from the contents of my spam inbox! If not, I’ve got plenty more where that came from, so, you know…EMAIL me!!

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Brilliant Father’s Day Present Ideas?

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller??

So, um, Father’s Day is this Sunday, and I have, um, absolutely no very few ideas about what the kids and I should do for Andy.

We’re going to the Reds game, so at least we have our activities for the day planned, but I have no ideas about a present from the kids, which is where you come in. I need help! So of course I’m turning to you.

And for those of you who are in my shoes – here’s all I have to offer. The bright ideas I’ve had the last two Father’s Days…

A personalized galvanized tub:

And a fire pit:

Both were big hits, but I am fresh out of ideas this year… and I’m really a little short on time!

So please, leave a comment with your best Father’s Day present, craft, activity, idea, whatever. Help us slackers all out!

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Enough

“How’s your brain?” a friend asked me this weekend. Meaning, to ask, of course, if I was still losing my ever-loving mind.

“Eh. I have good days and bad days.” I replied.

Which is true, but it’s not quite that simple. Some days I have really good days, and some days I have really bad days, and some days, I am just not quite right. Some days it is my mental health that needs a tune-up, and other days my hormones still torture me physically.

I am working on it. I have medication, I have routine doctor’s appointments, and now, after a good talk with the aforementioned friend, I have some social and activity-related goals I am going to set for myself. To be proactive, and perhaps, help my body chemistry along a bit.

But the truth is I am tired. Tired of trying to get better, tired of waiting to get better, tired of not being better. Tired of feeling totally awesome for a couple of days and then the crushing disappointment of feeling the opposite of awesome the next day.

And sometimes, I am afraid. Afraid that this will be the rest of my life. Afraid that I will end up laying in the middle of my lawn speaking jibberish and wearing my underwear on my head. Afraid that if I post about being crazy I will not be invited to cool mommy blogger events or win friends and influence people (hey I never said my fears were rational.)

What will I learn from this…period in my life? I want to know it, this lesson, I want to have learned it, earned it, put it into practice. I want to tuck it into my back pocket and say, “Oh, I am so glad I had that experience because it made me a better person.”

The Bible says we are to count our trials as joys. Because they build faith, and character. It also says they that wait on the Lord will soar like eagles. And soaring instead of muddling sounds lovely right now, and I want to do it. So I wait. And I remember, in my saner moments, in the quiet, in the stillness, that it is enough that God knows. He knows the number of my days, which ones will be a battle and which ones will be full of effortless joy. He knows these things that it is not time for me to know yet, and for that I am so thankful. It is unknown to me but it is not unknown.

It is enough.

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