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Brave, Lucky, or Just Stupid?

I don’t consider myself brave – I’m too cautious for that…and sometimes I just don’t think things through (even though I pride myself on being a planner)…

I realized as I was packing yesterday that I still had Sean’s crib and needed to do something with it before Saturday…how I just realized it is pretty amazing to me, I nearly walk into it every night…so I posted it on Craigslist…and had a message from someone wanting to buy it within 4 hours…

I’m fairly cautious (most of the time) so I knew that just because the person said their name was “Nancy” didn’t mean anything…I couldn’t really imagine someone trolling the Craigslist Baby section to find a victim, but you never know…so I made arrangements to call and speak to “Nancy” this afternoon…and then I forgot…

Around 6:30pm, I received a text message from “Nancy” asking if I still wanted to sell the crib…and without even thinking about it, I texted back that I was home, come on down and get it…”Nancy” texted back that she would call to get directions…the phone rang, and that was the most masculine “Nancy” I’ve ever spoken to in my life…and yet, without even thinking, I gave directions to the house…

After I got off the phone, I realized that I had invited what was clearly TWO men over to the house to pick up a crib that was stuck in Sean’s room…Damn it, I’m an idiot sometimes!

I spent 15 minutes feverishly yanking the crib, pulling it apart, and getting it outside so at the very least they wouldn’t have a reason to come in the house…in case they had indeed been looking for victims in the Baby section on Craigslist…

Of course, once I got it outside, I started thinking that might not matter…I could still be overpowered…it’s just me and 2 little boys…I thought about showing Aidan the 911 button on my cell phone, but immediately imagined him pushing that button for fun, so that was out…I had packed the baseball bat The Ex bought years ago(for some unknown reason) a few days ago, so that was out…I grabbed the boxcutter I’d been using while I was packing…worst-case scenario, they might still get me, but I’d get them too…

They arrived, and I faked confidence in my knife-wielding abilities…I kept it in my hand while I was gesturing to some of the pieces-parts of the crib…I kept it in my hand as I took the money from “Nancy”…I flipped the blade as I was telling them I had left another part in the house…like I just walk around with a boxcutter all the time…

I think I scared the crap out of them…

I’m sure they’re still talking about the crazy-lady with the boxcutter…

My heart rate finally slowed down a little about 15 minutes after they left…

And for my mother and aunt who both occasionally read this, yes, I will be more careful next time…and YES I know how lucky I was…the question is, do they know how lucky THEY were?

If You Don’t Have Anything Nice To Say, Just Shut Up!

I wasn’t even planning on blogging tonight.  I had a decent day.  Work was busy (yay!), the boys were well-behaved this afternoon (YAY!), and something I listed on Craigslist finally sold (BIG YAY!).  Life was good – what’s to blog about?  Actually, that’s probably the worst attitude to have because I shouldn’t just post something when I’m at one extreme or another…knowing that I have “normal” days might make me seem less neurotic…

But I’m confused about something, and I’m wondering if I’m the exception to the rule, or if I’m naive…or if I’m right to cock my head to the side, squint, and say, “WTF?”

My mama taught me that if you don’t have something nice to say about someone, you shouldn’t say anything.  Thumper taught me that, too…And let me be clear, as far as I know, no one is saying anything about me (and if they are, I don’t want to know)…but I keep finding out that there are people in the world who have no problems disparaging people, places, ideas, whatever, just because they can.  And I don’t get it.

I don’t understand what random negativity gains people.  Yes, I have had a moment of frustration when I’m sure I’ve said something less-than-flattering about someone else.  But I’ve never sought out another person solely to be negative about anything.  Isn’t that tiring?  Even when I purposefully have to say something negative, my management training from years ago kicks in – say something positive, talk about the negative (sometimes referred to as “opportunities”), and then end with something positive.

With the craziness in my own personal life, I’ve made the conscious decision NOT to be negative (even when I really, REALLY want to)…negativity always comes back to haunt you.  Why bring that on yourself? 

Venting (in my book) doesn’t count.  Venting your frustrations to someone who cares about you but is not directly involved is healthy (at least, that’s how I justify it to myself).  If I didn’t vent sometimes, I’d probably explode.  But even a good vent shouldn’t be filled with meanness (is that a word?)…

So I guess I would love to understand…why?   What purpose does pure, unadulterated negativity serve?

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