Outside My Window

29 Jan

Uhm… Pick up your toys, girls!

I didn’t have to look outside my window for a minute to observe that my children did not pick up their toys. Again. So, in order to have something uninteresting to post onto my Instagram I did what any over-sharing human with too many social networks would do: I took a picture of it. I added some cool filter to it to make it look more artistic and *BAM* posted that ish online. (\m/) My kids messy ways are forever immortalized online for complete strangers to “ooh” and “aah” over because we’re that kind of society all of a sudden.

I just finished reading this super awesome Freshly Pressed post about how social networks have made us think we are really interesting. We aren’t. We post random statuses like people really care. They don’t. We post pictures of random stuff on the street like it’s the best picture ever. It’s not. Is there really any perspective to it? The writer of the aforementioned blog posted a picture of frozen pizza and that was when he had an epiphany that I guess some of us fail to have 1,372 Instagram photos in. No one probably cared about his snow-covered pizza, and neither did he and it dawned on him, that he didn’t even know why this was post-worthy. Oh, but it was! You know why? Well, it inspired his epiphany, that turned into a blog post and gave me joy to read it.

Okay, maybe I’m being a little extra “silver lining” about his post, but seriously, how awesome was his blog? You haven’t read it? Geez, you have no idea what I’m talking about then. Go. Read it. Now. I’ll wait.


Spanish Moss and Leaves litter the yard.

So, getting back on track here (I’ll rant about Instagram later), DP told me I had to look out my window and write about it, and all I noticed was those darn toys that are still in the yard. Am I going to write something all fictional about what’s out there? Dirt? It can be interesting but I don’t feel like making it interesting. I kind of just want to say that my kids never pick up their damn toys. *exhales* 

Actually, I hate this yard. It’s nothing but sand and dirty. It’s dirty sand. What’s so great about dirty sand? Nothing can grow in it. It gets on e v e r y t h i n g. It gets tracked everywhere: the car, the carpet, inside my shoes. We have these trees that have Spanish moss on them which fall down onto the car, the yard, anywhere. It is quite annoying. Oh, and not to mention that it is January in Florida and the pollen makes your car green but your car is red underneath all that pollen.

I don’t know. I look at the dirty sand, and although uninspired to say something positive about it, I just think about how much I want to move from this house. Get a real yard, you know, the kind with bouncy, green grass. The kind you have to water and mow all the time. If we water our yard now, well, it’s just gritty mud that can be molded into sand castles. It’s weird. My kids look dirty when they play… I mean, dirty is cool, but then they get gritty mud in the tub it becomes annoying.

I look outside my window and I see a beautiful Florida sky, birds, leaves, dirt. It’s better than a dangerous street, or being in jail and not having a window. Yeah, that would suck. Not having a window to look out of, the thought of something so dismal, makes me grateful for my sandy dirty yard. There really are worse things. I’ll be grateful for what I have, no matter how unattractive it can be at times.

See? Optimism… Silver linings. They make things seem so much better.

8 Responses to “Outside My Window”

  1. t January 29, 2013 at 1:39 PM #

    You know, for someone who’s feeling “uninspired,” you wove quite a delightful little post just now!

    • Theena Theen January 29, 2013 at 1:42 PM #

      Seems I did, didn’t I? Sometimes I end up rambling and that becomes something quite different from what I expected from when I started writing the post out. *shrugs* Eh. Then I just try to find a good closing statement in order to end it. Thanks for stopping by and reading! It is greatly appreciated.

  2. djmatticus January 29, 2013 at 1:53 PM #

    That’s some very artsy kiddo mess you’ve got going on there. 😉


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