Birthdays ...

A quiet, Sunday morning reflection on Birthdays ...

We all have them, once a year. But it's funny how everyone approaches them differently.

Some people embrace their birthday, and celebrate it to the fullest.

Some people dread it, as another year has past. Another year where they have not accomplished what they wanted to accomplish. Another year closer to meeting our maker. Another year lost.

But, personally, I think every birthday reached should be considered a blessing, and should be celebrated!

Another year under our belt. Anther year wiser. Another year of lessons learned. Another year spent with loved ones ... and another year ahead to spend with them (God willing!). Another year in front of us filled with adventures, and memories to be made. Another year of great potentional.

So grab life and take it by the horns ... and seize every moment!

"A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip." ~Author Unknown

Cheers!
Bridget

Friday Funnies ...

Something lighthearted for a Friday!

I stumbled across these the other day, and thought I'd share.

Signs from the Brits and Canadians! :)

• Keep back from the platform edge ... or you may get sucked off.


• Please be safe. Do not stand, sit, climb or lean on zoo fences. If you fall, animals could eat you and that might make them sick. Thank you.


• Our aim is to keep this bathroom clean. Gentlemen: Your aim will help. Stand closer. It's shorter than you think. Ladies: Please remain seated for the entire performance.


• Caution. This machine has no brain. Use your own.


• Notice to NiteLink Passengers. Ladies: the poles are fitted for your safety. No dancing.


• PEOPLE: Dogs Must Be On A Leash At All Times. Please Clean-Up After Your Dog. DOGS: Grrrrr, Bark, Bark, Woof, Grrrrrr, Bark. (Good dog.)


• PLEASE, Don't throw your cigarette ends on the floor. The cockroaches are getting cancer.

Have a wonderful weekend all!

Cheers!
Bridget

Being Prompt ... and Giving Thanks

Yes, here I am, and I'm on my soap box today!

There are two things that totally drive me nuts. (What, only two you say? haha)

1.) When people are late.

2.) When people don't say thank you.

First things first, promptness.

When you go to the doctor and your appointment is at 3 p.m., you expect to be seen by the doctor at 3 p.m., or say within 15 minutes of 3 p.m. I understand that the doctor prides himself on spending quality time with each patient, and giving the best medical care, but if my appointment is at 3 p.m., and I am not even taken back to a ROOM until 4 p.m., I am not a happy camper.

Promptness not only works with doctor appointments, but for just about anything. Say RSVP-ing for an event. If you get a party invitation, and it says to RSVP by a certain date, please RSVP by that date. The party or event planner does not want to chase you down to find out whether or not you are coming. You are a grown adult. RSVP. It's not as if you are a 13 year old boy who has yet to learn the importance of responding to an invitation. You are an adult, who most certainly has been a party or event planner at some point in your life, and can relate to having to track people down so that you know how much food and supplies to purchase. Please ... work with me here people!

Okay, moving on to thank you.

If you ask someone to help you out with something, please, PLEASE thank them for the time and effort that they have put forth to help you! It is not as though they are sitting around WAITING for you to ask them to do something for you. Believe it or not, they actually have a busy life as well! Yes, they are helping you out because they WANT to help you out, but saying thank you is the polite response for the help you've been given. And when you do say thank you to them, they will be much more willing to help you out in the future ... than if you don't say thank you. Trust me ... you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

Oh, and by the way ... THANK YOU for reading my blog!

Cheers!
Bridget

Girls ... and Football

So I am one of those weird girls who loves watching football.

I don't know if it's because my Dad had all girls and had no one else to watch football with ... and so therefore he watched it with us?

Maybe it's because I am such a competitive person, and I thrive off the thrill of victory (and the agony of defeat)?

Maybe it's because I love hanging with the guys, and love being "that girl" who can actually hold an intelligent conversation about football, during a football game, and can "draft" a Fantasy Football team with the best of them?
(AND finish in second place two years in a row)

Maybe it's because I went to Notre Dame during their football hey day, and had such a great experience watching winning games?
(wait, what's that? haha)

Or maybe it's because I truly love football ... but whatever the case, I am a bonafide football fanatic.

So here's the point of all this: I love my "girl" friends (wait ... my friends who are girls), but dang it, life is so much easier when you are watching football!

There's no ... read my mind and try and figure out what I really want.
There's no ... my feelings are hurt BECAUSE you didn't read my mind and figure out what I really want.
There's just beer ... football ... and belching ... 100% uncomplicated.

Now I'm not going to ditch my girl friends any time soon ... but I will tell you that I am VERY relieved that football season is just around the corner ... and let me tell you, my Fantasy Football team is DANG good this year!

haha

Cheers!
Bridget

Mothers

Ah yes, a topic we can all relate to, Mothers.

I don't know, maybe this is a girl thing ... but how is that even as a thirty-something woman, I am still trapped under the power of my Mother?

How is it that, even though I am a grown woman with children of my own, that as soon as my Mother so much as raises her voice at me, I feel like I am 17 again? (Bleh. And who wants to be 17 again? haha)

You would think that by this stage in my life, I would have enough confidence, or self-respect, or something that would allow me to stand up to her ... but I just can't. I'm just frozen in time.

And it does not seem matter whether she is right or wrong in her accusations, I just stand there, shrink to about 3 inches tall, and take her criticism.

It's crazy. I am an adult. With my own views, and values and yet I simply cannot stand up for myself.

All I can do right now, is hope that I do not treat my children this way when they are adults.

Note to self ... grown children have thoughts and feelings too!

Okay ... off to hug my children and kiss them goodnight!

Cheers!
Bridget