Random Thoughts of a Supersmock

I have been witness to  a lot of  those Justa’s lately.  The Justa’s are the  sort of self-pity moments we often put ourselves into.  It’s when we don’t feel like we measure up, because we’re too busy comparing ourselves to others... I have a friend who is “justa  Administrative Assistance.”  My son says he can’t do something because he’s “justa kid.” She’s “justa Stay Home Mom.” Or “justa single mom.”   He’s “justa poor student trying to earn a higher education at a community college” I am "justa ordinary plain girl that has been told all my life I won't amount to much." I’m “justa hopeless mess that never seems to have any luck.” The list goes on...  We put ourselves and sadly we put others in those "Justa Boxes."  Our sad society also puts us in those boxes and we're reminded of this justa bout every time we turn on the television.  Every time we flip a magazine and see the green grass.  I was t...

It's January, and just over a month ago we lost our last grandfather.  Now a month later my family (excluding my husband's grandmother) is getting ready to lose our last living grandparent.  She will soon be with my grandfather and her husband of 68 years.  When home for my grandfather's funeral I remember being in the house that they have lived in most of their life together and thinking to myself... "It seemed much bigger when I was a child."   If I am honest with myself and honest with you, I will admit that my grandmother didn't rather much like us (excluding my oldest sister and father.)  She played the favorites game and I remember her yelling at me more than hugging me.  I also remember going to school with my cousin who's birthday was a couple months after mine and he would show me all the cool things my grandmother gave him.  In which I received nothing for my birthday just months earlier.  I sometimes blame my grandmothers attitude and...