Yes I am aware I have posted like 3 other times. I am just bored today. Onto what I am about to type.
Have you ever had a moment when you realized how trivial and trifle something you are thinking is? I am one who has unusually deep thoughts, but sprinkled through out is strange random ones. So I was lamenting on my house. I have been in it since August but I do not have all my furniture in it (I only got my bed in last month). Then I moved on to my kitchen. Tis a small kitchen, I feel so cramped in it compared to my parents. My kitchen and my bedroom are my living spaces, and my kitchen is also in disarray because not only because I don't have a lot of kitchen utensils yet, but I haven't quite figured out my organization in it. So in order to cheer myself up I decided to take a look at some blogs I follow to cheer myself up (I really like the Eating Simply lady, she has a quiet nice sense of humor). I discover to my glee that the lady who helps with saving has posted so I immediately clicked on it. Instead of a new post on how to save money, I found this instead:
"No post today. My daughter and son have lost the precious baby they were expecting."
Now, I need to make something clear. Children are my weak spot, my kryptonite. I love them, alot. I can't stand the thought of them being hurt in any way (oddly enough I am pro-choice and pro-spanking). Reading that kind of took my breath away. I have never had sex. Hell I have not even really kissed a guy yet (no jokes man). I can't imagine or fathom what it must be like, having a little life inside you, and then it is suddenly gone. I know what loss is like, I've lost family before. But never a baby. And to think I was being a little whiny about my kitchen. Sometimes life makes you put things in perspective like that I suppose. All those who read my blog, please give your condolences and prayers to this woman. Her family surely needs it right now.
To the Save-A-Dime Lady: My blessings go out to you and your own. I am sure that little life is in heaven where it belongs.