Smile! Have a Great Day!

I have been told on more than one occasion that I am "a nice girl". It's true, I am nice. I go out of my way to be nice to people and I hope I make at least one person smile each and every day. I was thinking about this today at work after I gave a co-worker a compliment and told her that she does a great job and that is why she is perfect for her job. Yesterday I sent someone an e-mail to thank them for helping out one of my staff. It is important to me to let people know that I see the little things and I appreciate them (I certainly appreciate knowing the things I do count in this life) .

Now don't get me wrong..I am not perfect and I do get angry with people when they seem to be acting stupid to me (like while driving, or standing with their shopping cart in the middle of the isle etc.) but I really do try to keep that in check. When I find myself angry or frustrated I really have to slow down and force myself to try and see all sides of the situation so I can get my perspective back (I generally look at everything from all angles). Once I have done that I feel better.

Ok...so the point of this is that being nice really does take a lot of energy ..I am always the one to compromise, the one to look at things from the others perspective, the one to "watch" how I word something or spend an extra 10 minutes writing an e-mail so someone doesn't interpret it wrong. Sometimes it is exhausting and I just say to myself..."Who cares? Send the e-mail as you say it ...It's their problem if they take it wrong!" or "F*** You if you don't like it". Those sentiments don't last long though...I can't intentionally or knowingly be mean, or hurt someones feelings because I always have the need to do the right thing even if I hurt in the end. Sometimes I want to say something to a person and I don't because it's just easier to take the high road and leave things alone.

Now this doesn't mean I am a pushover, I can and do stand up for myself and my beliefs, but I guess it does mean that I only choose battles that need to be fought. SO...is it good to be the "nice girl?" Well, labels can always have different meanings and I think a label in any sense tends to bring a bit of a negative connotation to it. I guess it depends on who is calling me "a nice girl" as well. If my elderly patient refers to me that way it is different than if it is some cute guy I have a crush on says it to me. Based on all I have said here I admit I am nice and will take it as a compliment from whoever calls me that. (oh..and I'll never admit if there is another "N" word that fits too) LOL

Kids Are Gone

Today my rational sane mind says "Cool! It's a nice break that you need" but my emotional woman mind comes right back to say "Wow they are gone!" and it takes over and makes me cry for them. It hasn't even been 5 minutes since they left with their dad to California and I am dying inside. Nope there is no reason for it, it's crazy to feel this way but I do! WHY!?!?! My house is silent. Thats the one thing I always ask for when I come home from work and rarely get, now it's here and I hate it! Thoughts cross my mind like..what if they were in a terrible car crash and I never heard from them again..do they know how much I love them? Now stop it Kandee..Of course they know..but wait do they really?? I do hug and kiss them as well as tell them I love them regularly but is it enough?? At least I can text them and call whenever. Dang I am sad now and I need to get out this funk. It's not the first vacation they have had with him and probably not the last so I tell myself to get over it! At least my youngest (Matthew) will be home with me this week..I guess I will just have to spend lots of quality time with him. For now I better go find something fun to occupy my time .... look out friends here I come!

James & Adrienne...I LOVE YOU!!!

For Grandma

This weekend was pretty good, not too exciting but I did see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 (good movie with a HOT man) with a friend Friday and bought a book I have been wanting to read..now to find time to read when I really should be doing other things. My daughter had a soccer game Saturday and Sunday. I love going to her games, there is something great about the adrenaline rush I get everytime she scores (she is a forward)!! But what made this weekend great was that I was able to get my mom out of the house and take her to a game. She has not seen my daughter play since she was probably 6 or 7 and she is now almost 14. My mom is pretty much in her room all the time as she has severe COPD and cannot function without her oxygen. She cannot walk more than a few steps before not being able to breathe so it is rare that she gets out of the house. It was so cool to be out with her again..I miss it even though it is not the same as it used to be as she is not the same anymore. She had a good time too and my daughter was very surprised to see her as I did not tell her I was bringing grandma with me. One of my good friends surprised me and showed up as well. It's fun to share in your childs greatness!! The best part was when my daughter scored and it was not just a simple goal, it was a great shot...everyone cheered and yelled for her as it was a shot the goalie had no chance of getting! My mom clapped so much and took all the credit saying "that one was for grandma"!

First Post

For my first post I will tell you a little about why I decided to create this blog. I have been influenced by reading other blogs and find it very enjoyable. I have laughed with some, learned with others and been entertained on numerous occasions. I feel a little shy about posting stuff but I think about it a lot especially while I am at work or driving home. My mind wanders to random things during the few quiet moments I have and I think..wow..I wonder if others think that way (probably not as I always seem to think different than the norm) or just feel like writing down my thoughts so I can read them later. So whatever direction this takes me I am hoping to have fun with it and stop feeling guilty about reading blogs and not sharing my own random craziness.