Kid Quotes Friday!

Kid: If you had a full tank of gas in your car and went down my road, you would be out of gas before you got to my house.

Me: WOW! Your road is 350 miles long?!

Kid: You can drive 350 miles on a tank of gas?! Can I buy your car?

Me: Sure, do you have $20,000?

Kid: How much did you buy it for?

Me: $16,000

Kid: HEY! You’re hussling me!

—8 y.o.

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Me: What do you think is the biggest achievement that you’ve made in therapy?

Kid: Well, just look how much taller I am! I even had to get new sneakers! Did you know they make me run WAY FASTER THAN YOU?

—5 y.o.

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Kid: Mrs G.? Can I bring these marbles home?

Me: No, they have to stay here. You don’t have any marbles at home?

Kid: No, I don’t have any and my Mom told me she lost hers.

—6 y.o.

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Happy Friday, everyone!

 

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Who googles this stuff?

Here’s an update on some of things people Google that somehow lead them here.

Baby Daddy Quotes. Okay, people. I wrote a post about how father’s love their daughters. NOT BABY DADDIES. That is a LOOSE interpretation, Google. LOOSE.

Mom loves Mom. Okay. That’s good. Can’t get enough love in the world. But I have no idea what post this lead someone to.

Inappropriate Mom son. No! NO! Stop Googling this crap! AND GET OFF MY WEBSITE YOU CREEPER!

Googling Your Therapist. I fully expect this to happen. Which is why my name isn’t linked on here (though I’m sure someone could swiftly find me if they tried hard enough). Thankfully when you get married and change your name, it takes awhile for the internet to catch up with you.

No wonder you’re so angry with that stick up your a$$. I know, right?

I don’t love lines. That’s cool. More of a circle person? Draw on, my friend.

Pimpin’ 101. That’s right folks, stick around for all of our pimpin’ advice.

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People also continue to find us by searching for whether or not triathlons are addicting. I’m so thankful that they can find us, and learn that no, no they are not. We are truly providing a public service here.

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Happy Thursday, everyone! Try and get that stick out of your a$$ and you won’t be so angry 😉

 

 

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Full Steam Ahead

I’ve got to start practicing southern. So I’ll start by saying…

Y’all, I am STRESSED. Hopefully I used that correctly. I’m stressed in a wonderful way, but it’s still stress.

You don’t even want to see my moving to-do list, or you might join me over here in the corner, crying, rocking back and forth muttering about packing tape.

But it’s good. I know (logically) that it will all get done. That in a brief few weeks, I’ll be kicking back with a glass of sweet tea, with a shotgun by my side, saying things like “y’all ain’t from around here, are ya?”.. (wait, y’all don’t do that?)

So, an awesome blogging friend , Kristen suggesting that I start taking pictures of things I will miss. To help me soak in my time left in Maine. So I am. And I’ll compile them all at the end. The end of this chapter of time.

I had this training today on basically how it’s OKAY to take care of yourself (the presenter was from North Carolina, kismet, no?). So if I need to eat a pint of ice cream every night for dinner from now until June 30th, that’s okay right?

(Someone say yes).

My thoughts are scattered, my brain is running a hundred miles a hour.

I mean, I don’t know what to think when something we have worked SO hard for, actually comes to fruition.

Isn’t it funny? We get what we want and then we freak the heck out.

Ah, human beings. We’re an odd bunch!

But hey, thanks for listening.

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On Growing Up

“I gotta have roots before branches. To know who I am, before I know who I wanna be. And faith to take chances, to live like I see. A place in this world for me.”

Most of the time I think of myself as growing up in Vermont.

Because, technically, I did. I spent 18 years there. I grew into a young woman. I graduated from high school there. I had my first job, and my first car there.

But as I sit here, potentially 27 days away from leaving Maine (!!!!), I come to realize that I actually grew up in Maine.

I graduated from both my undergraduate and graduate programs here. I had my first apartment, first love, first heartbreak, first medical crisis here. I survived on nothing by ramen noodles and the support of my best friend. I had jobs that challenged me, and changed my life (and hopefully the lives of others, too). I met my husband here, got married, and faced some of the darkest days of my life here. I’ve come through stronger, older, wiser. More broken, but also more put together.

I have spent today making lists of things to do. Rooms to pack. People to say goodbye to. People that have shaped the woman, professional, person, and social worker I am today. Tears spring to my eyes whenever I think about it. I am so grateful for all of them. The ones who mentored me, and the ones that grew up with me. Look how far we’ve come.

Thank you for my roots, Vermont and Maine. You gave me a foundation strong enough to take this leap into the unknown and know that I will be okay.

**Lyrics by Room for Two, “Roots Before Branches”

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Happy Birthday, Gromp

“For no reason why, I can’t cry hard enough, for you to hear me now.”

We love and miss you always. (But I still make the best pancakes!)

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We are family! I got all my SITS-stah’s with me!

(Best of luck getting that song out of your head!)

WELCOME, everyone!

Today our lovely little corner of the blogosphere is being featured on the SITS Girls Website! What the what? Well, if you’re not familiar with the SITS Girls, I highly recommend you remedy that ASAP. Go here, and learn about the fabulous community of women supporting one another in this crazy world of blogging. In addition to tips, giveaways, and opportunities for paid blogging gigs, the SITS Girls also feature a blogger every day of the work week! And today is our day to shine!

If you’re new around here, let me give you a brief rundown. My husband, Casey and I (hi, I’m Jenn!) blog together. Well, mostly I blog and Casey typically blogs on Saturdays. We’ve been married just shy of 3 years, and been together 4.5 years. But in that short time, we’ve experienced a lot (miscarriage, infertility, stroke – oh my!) so we’re a pretty tough couple.

I’m a social worker (and usually on Friday’s I feature some funny quotes that the kids I work with come up with), and Casey does engineering work. We’re on a mission to get outta Maine and move to North Carolina with our two dogs, and also my Mom who is retiring.

We blog about all kinds of things. Life and all its unexpected road bumps.

Up there on the tabs, you can find some more about us. Like how we lost a combined 275 pounds and were subsequently featured on the TODAY show with Kathie Lee, Hoda, and Joy Bauer, and how I don’t eat red M&M’s.

If you want to follow us there are lots of ways to connect like, RSS Feed, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram (I’m “LibraJenn”).

We are so pleased to meet you and hope you’ll stay awhile!

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Forgiveness

Lately I’ve been pondering the word – forgiveness.

Some may say that I am a very forgiving person, and I am. To you. But not very much to myself. I hold high standards for myself, and can be a little harsh when I feel I am falling short of these standards. In this year, as part of learning to let go – I am trying to forgive myself. More specifically, my body. For not carrying our baby. For not doing what it is “supposed” to do. For my perceived failure. Because it is not failure (and my logical mind knows this), but it is what it is. And so I am learning to forgive.

I have been reading this book, Buddha’s Brain, by Rick Hanson. It has an exercise on forgiveness in it. I’m posting it here, and challenging YOU to forgive someone that you have been angry with, even if it’s yourself.

The Ten Thousand Things (page 165)

Relax and steady the mind, focusing on the breath.

Pick a situation in which you feel someone has wronged you. Be mindful of your reactions to this person, especially the deeper ones. Scan yourself for any ill will.

Now reflect on some of the various causes—the ten thousand things—-that have led this person to act in the way that he has.

Consider biologically based factors affecting him, like pain, age, innate temperament, or intelligence..

Consider the realities of his life: race, gender, class, job, responsibilities, daily stresses.

Consider whatever you know about his childhood. Consider major events in his life as an adult.

Consider his mental processes, personality, values, fears, hot buttons, hopes, and dreams.

Consider his parents in light of whatever you know or can reasonably guess about them; consider too, the factors that may have shaped their lives.

Reflect on the historical events and other upstream forces that have formed the river of causes flowing through his life today.

Look inside yourself again. Do you feel any differently now about him? Do you feel any differently about yourself?

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And a sentence that struck me hard, in regards to other people:

Be cautious about attributing intentions to other people…most of the time you are just a bit player in other people’s drama; they are not targeting you in particular. (page 164).

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Anyway, just some very interesting reading and I highly recommend this book! Have a great Thursday everyone!

 

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When You Don’t Know What to Say…

I have opened a new post so many times the past couple of days.

My words feel forced, and empty.

Writer’s block? Or toomanythoughtstoorganizeblock? I’m not sure.

But I’m still here.

Watching the trees become alive with vibrant green leaves.

In awe of the flowers blossoming into bright shades of pink, red, purple, orange, yellow.

Spending time with my husband, whose 34th birthday is readily approaching.

Watching the first 5 seasons of “Army Wives”… in under a month.

Aiming to walk 10,000 steps a day – and doing just that more often than not.

Getting ice cream from our favorite spot that finally opened back up for the season.

Taking lots and lots of pictures, hoping to slow down life a little bit and enjoy every moment.

Dreaming of the future. Because it is now clear, one way or another, come November we will be living in North Carolina.

Taking in every Maine moment I can, because with excitement comes, I’m gonna miss this. And I am.

Writing, because words are my chosen way of expression. My relief.

Reading. Twilight (to be able to converse with some of my teenage girls), and also – your words.

And pouring my heart out. Because it’s Wednesday, and that’s what we do.

Your turn. What have you been doing?

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Kids Quote Friday

Good morning, everyone! Enjoy a few funny quotes this morning, and have a wonderful and safe holiday weekend!

Me: If you had a super power, what would you want it to be?

Kid: I’d like to be able to shoot ice and freeze things.

Me: Oh cool, so you wouldn’t want to be able to fly or anything?

Kid: Well, NO. Because like, what if you were wearing a kilt and you went flying? People would be able to see EVERYTHING.

Me: Right. Do you wear kilts?

Kid: Well, no. That would be weird.

—10 year old.

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Me: Do you think being sneaky and not telling your Dad about this is a good idea?

Kid: Well it is until he finds out.

—7 year old.

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Me: So how much do your dice equal? Count by 4’s.

Kid: 4, 8, YAHTZEE!

Me: Not exactly.

—8 year old.

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Happy Friday, everyone!!

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My Armor

Each time I step into the waiting room, I suit up.

Pull a smile out of the air.

Take a deep breath. Or five.

Shake away the previous stress taken in from the previous client.

Focus my brain.

Wrap my mind around this person, their history, our shared history.

They stand upon seeing me, and I meet their eyes.

I drop my other labels. Wife. Daughter. Friend. Bitter Infertile.

I am only therapist. Social worker. Clinician. Whatever you want to call it.

The armor really isn’t any different from yours. Whatever we do in life we have different suits of armor, to protect our hearts. But sometimes we are caught unexpectedly.

I remember a week after our miscarriage I was sitting with a mother in a home. All suited up. So I thought. We were reviewing the treatment plan for her daughter, and she turned around to me and asked if I had children. I nodded “no” quickly and re-directed her to talking about her family. A few minutes later she gruffly stated, “how do you expect me to take advice on my kid from someone who has NO KIDS?” And the air in my body left me. Almost completely. I finished the session in a hurried and flustered manner. Tears streamed down my face the moment I closed the door to her house. And I sobbed in my car a mile down the road from her house, because I couldn’t even drive home.

I guess the point of my story is, we are strong – we try to protect ourselves the best we can. But we are human and we can be unknowingly hurt. So I urge you, everyone, to be kind. Remember the golden rule – if you don’t have anything nice to say… don’t say it. Just move on. Because you will never know the impact of your words or actions. Because after someone is hurt, they will remember forever, but most likely be too ashamed (or sad? or whatever) to say something to you.

I never said anything to that mother. It wouldn’t have been professional. And it probably wouldn’t have even made her more aware of her actions. And it would have made me feel even weaker to admit my feelings (even though I know logically I wasn’t being weak – logic often has little place in the world of feelings).

So, just be careful. With your words. With your actions. Even with your blog comments. They really matter.

 

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