More Trivial things

Again, I have been to the computer several times to blog about the trivial things going on in my life, but next to life itself, nothing seems so important. Although, it is fun to read.

The events of the last 4 days have really proven to me, again, that life is too short for some of the shit we complain about. For example, in the past month I have been MAJORLY blown off by a couple of different people for very different reasons. Why can't we have simple common courtesy for others? If you say that you are going to cut my hair, then cut my hair. If you say that you are going to help me out when I need you, then help me out when I need you. You have already committed yourself to me, why can't you give a simple phone call if you have changed your mind or if something came up and you have to postpone or even cancel our plans?

My sister responed to me with,"it is just hair" when I was complaining mildly (others have heard me really bitch up a storm) about the aweful haircut I got from the beauty college in Festus, Missouri. You know what? She was absolutely right. It is just hair. Although, for a long time I was proud of my hair. Long. Curly. Straight on occasion. Cut in style recently. Nice. Slight swing bob, nothing drastic. It is just hair. It will grow back. We can't say that about a lot of things.

We can't bring lost freinds back. We can mend relationships---or try. We can forgive. We don't have to forget. We can learn from our mistakes. We can move on. We can give each other a hug or a smile. We can pass it on.

Why is it that most people are so eager to pass on the BS? How come people don't say nice things to each other JUST BECAUSE? Why does it take a monumental life-changing event for some to offer you a hand or an ear? How come life is not like pre-school when everyone in your class was your friend?

Life has really dealt us some crap this summer. But we are also very blessed.

My Dad (sorry Dad) has been diagnosed with colon cancer. I cannot imagine the emotions that he is going through. I know that I feel like have been on a 4-day PMS binge. I know God will make everything turn out ok. We are living on his watch and walk in his time. But it is still hard at times. I hope that Dad feels the love all around him. The prayer request has been sent out and the response has been overwhelming. The power of prayer only equals miracles.

I have been told that the surgery he is having Thursday is a good thing. One nurse friend of mine tells me that this means the cancer is not too far along where it can't be helped at all. This makes me feel a bit better. But what makes me feel better than anything (almost) is that my Dad has a such a good frien taking care of him. This lady would do anything for anyone including taking time off of work to take my Dad to the hospital and to take my Dad home from the hospital. What a wonderful woman. Thank you, L****, for making sure my Daddy is doing ok daily. We love you.

This kind of makes everything else seem so trivial. Bad hair cuts. PMS. No calls, no shows. Empty promises. Less income. None of it matters. What matters is the time we spend with loved ones, and that this is happy time spent. "Let's not waste a single minute of that one hour a week when we can get together to share...."

Love. Peace. Happiness. Kindness. Courtesy.
Spread it around. Pass it on.