Bridezilla????

There is apparently a new trend going on out there: single women who are bridezillas (you know, the awful show about women who scream when they don’t get their way?).

Yup, I said S-I-N-G-L-E women. As in, not dating anyone.

But planning their dream wedding.

My first thought is.. how much is THAT gonna end up costing? Holy cow!

My second thought is.. I’m so glad I was never that person.

My dream wedding? Civil ceremony with my witness and his witness. I don’t need the dress and flowers and all that mess. Seems like such a waste of money for something you’ll never wear again, and stuff that dies (oh, and I know, some women are going to be highly insulted cause I said that. It's my blog and my opinion).

The article did bring up some interesting points I thought merited discussion.

Fair enough. But why the psychological need to bum-rush it to the altar at all? We know that about 40 percent of marriages fail and that there's no longer such a necessity for women to marry. Sex, babies, financial security — it all used to be tethered to marriage. Now? Not so much, says Bella DePaulo, Ph.D., social scientist and author of Singled Out. "You can pick up the check at work and the sperm at the bank," she says. "So what's the wedding industry going to do? They have to sell women on the psychology of it, convince them that the only way to have a complete and happy life is to get married."

Women can get sperm at the bank? Awesome. #heavysarcasm

So, a sperm bank now replaces the traditional family and the route to get there. Completely amazing concept.

I can’t really say a lot, I suppose. I didn’t get where I am the traditional route either, and I think that is held against me, even by people who know me (or claim they do). It is what it is, and I’m not going to apologize – meaning, I know where I’m at with God on the subject and its no one else’s concern, business or place to judge me.

So, the wedding industry is sucking wind because women are waiting longer to get married and are happy doing so. I think it is humorous to believe the static this industry feeds women. I know I don’t, and while I would like to be married, it is not an

ALL CONSUMING THOUGHT CONCEPT

I don’t get wrapped around the axle because I’m not married. Nor do I have a prospect in place that I might marry. Geez… I’m not even dating anyone – and I’m perfectly happy being where I’m at.

I’m no bridezilla. I’m not planning a dream wedding.. I don’t really have one. Scratch that. I want to go to Disney World and get married, and have the honeymoon there too. It’s a great place for kids, young and old J

Besides, no one else does 'Princess' as well as Disney.

Happy Father's Day.. Or something like that

Well, it's not the first time it has happened, but I was wished a happy Father's day yesterday.

I don't take offense. Actually, it's pretty cool that someone takes a moment to recognize that I'm raising a child by myself and that his crappy (yes, I went there) birth father has nothing to do with him. As a matter of fact, it's been 6 years this month since I have even heard from him. Maybe he fell off a cliff. (Sorry, but there are snarky thoughts where he is concerned).

Today we see so many parents - moms and dads - who just get uninvolved in their kids lives. I don't know why it happens. Maybe a new spouse is to blame. Maybe disinterest. Whatever it is, don't let it happen to your kids.

Divorce hurts everyone involved, but there is so much that can be done now to stay in touch with kids. There is Skype, texting, email, Facebook, and more. Make an effort. Communicate with your kids.

So, to all you single parents out there, Happy Father's Day.

To you single moms who go it alone and are making it work... My hat is off to you.

To you single dads who stay involved with your kids.. You rock.

What 'OWNS' Us?

There are so many things today to distract us. I love getting that word picture thing on facebook that talks about the old days.. drinking out of a water hose, riding bikes without a helmet, sitting in the back of the station wagon without a seatbelt. Yes, I did all of those and more (and sometimes wonder how in the world I survived childhood with so few scars-a skateboard combined with a hill incident comes to mind).

Now we are constantly connected to everything: 

wi-fi, smart phones, laptops, desktops, iPads,

iPods....

well, I think you catch my drift

Over vacation my son kept telling me he wanted to do this and that – at the same time – but he knew he couldn’t.

I believe that is a problem worldwide today. There is SO MUCH and SO MANY OPTIONS available that we are distracted and cannot make up our minds as to what we truly want.

My question to you is this: What ‘OWNS’ you? What is/are your distraction(s)?

Person(s)?

Thing(s)?

Stuff? Excess or not enough?

Money? Lack of money?

Shame?

Regret over a past transgression you haven’t forgiven –or forgotten? What if you are the transgressor?

Have you forgiven yourself?

Disciple has an awesome song called “dear x (you don’t own me). Check out the lyrics to this and see if they don’t speak to you.

Labels and all that jazz

It is hard to avoid being labeled when you are single.

Singles get all the great questions. Questions like "when are you finally going to find yourself someone and get married" or "when are you going to give that kid of yours a sibling?"

Snarky answers come to mind, and I REALLY want to say them (and sometimes do) but can usually hold my tongue.

It does get irritating to constantly be misunderstood or left out, which has seemed to be a prevalent theme as of late.

There are times when it is blatantly obvious or seemingly thrown in your face that you are

(shudder) S-I-N-G-L-E

and you wonder if maybe something IS wrong with you.

Well folks.. There is nothing wrong with me. There is most likely nothing wrong with you either.

My problem is the men I meet who express interest in me.

Too old

Too young

Wrong religious views

I could probably go on forever about this.

Basically it boils down to the fact that I haven't met anyone who just sweeps me off my feet, nor have I met anyone that is good enough to become my child's father. That's all there is to it.

Pretty simple, right?

(I do get emails or comments every now and then asking if I'm talking about a particular person. I never name anyone I ever talk about, nor will I ever name anyone. Quite frankly, it is no one's business).