The Good, The Bad, The Mundane

It’s a thick dark cloud that pushes you back down onto the ground, making it difficult to even lift your head, to take a breath or to get the slightest glimpse of sunlight.  It takes monumental strength to lift it up and away, or the patience to wait for it to disappear.  At one point or another, we have all felt this self-oppression.

Life is cyclical.  There are great moments, terrible moments and many mundane moments in between.  We live for the great moments.  We dream of how these moments will be when they happen and work hard to achieve them.  The terrible moments usually come without warning, sometimes taking our dreams and well laid plans with them.  These are the moments we never could have imagined, the moments we work so hard to forget.

The moments in between the great and the terrible are the core of our selves.  It is what makes us able to stand the terrible, achieve the great and recognize the wonderfulness of the monotony that makes up our day-to-day lives. 

Each dinnertime conversation with our children becomes a series of memories that they build upon.  A simple daily routine of homework, talking about the day and a good night kiss can create the foundation that we need to have the strength to survive the terrible and achieve the great.  No one ever thinks that these simple rituals, these minor conversations will have the impact that they do when the time comes to look back and inventory our lives.

Live fully in the moment, because it will be these moments that sustain you when the terrible inevitably comes around.  

Where I'd Rather Be

It's a work day.  It's a Wednesday.  Was the beach calling anyone else today?!!

I can be your Trash Lady

Inspire me, please.  We do the same things day in and day out.  We fall into a routine and accept that this is the new normal.  Isn't there something you wanted to do?  What was it that you set out to accomplish or dreamed of achieving when you were a kid?

I always loved to tell a tale.  For some time now, I have been struggling with what to tell.  I have written my entire adult life but have never thought to step outside my comfort zone and share my writing.  I am too needy.  I have to know you love it.  The old wounds from self esteem self abuse still linger and the battle of what to write has eaten up more time than writing itself.

I love to write what I fondly call "beach trash."  A good suspenseful, maybe romantic read that doesn't take more effort to enjoy than what you want to expend on a lazy day.  When I say I love writing trash, I mean it.  It just flows.

So what was the problem?  Self judgement, self criticism and a need to excel.

What stuck in my head was, "If it isn't the great american novel, then it doesn't deserve the ink it would require to print it."   I have started, stopped, finished, burned and enjoyed every word I have written in my life.  Some of the words were hard to write and some of them needed to be written.  Self therapy and awareness came from writing it all down.  I have to tell you; I have more to write, and its some of the best trash I have penned to date.

Blogging is the outlet that helps my writers mind.  I think it, I write it, I share it and its gone.  Like the rest of you, I have many facets to my being.  I am a mother, wife, daughter, worker, friend and now trash lady.  Writing here, these thoughts, empty them from my mind and allows me to get back to the story line at hand.

Currently there is this really smart woman trying to have it all that needs my attention.  If it ever sees the light of day, I promise I will share it here first.

Show of hands, and it's safe here - this is a no judgement zone - who here likes to read beach trash and are any of you an Agent!?

I'm no feminist but come on...

No wonder so many people are turned off of politics.  Regardless of how you feel about Donald Trump or Megyn Kelly, his comment about her was beyond stepping outside the boundaries of political correctness.

All along The Donald has been saying "I don't have time and the nation has no time for political correctness." He uses this as his reasoning behind his harsh words and direct nature. For a while it was acceptable to me, even a breath of fresh air, but he goes too far in his comments about Kelly on Friday. He said about Megan Kelly that she had "blood coming out of her eyes, blood coming out of her wherever."

This is a smart man, he knows enough to be worth 4 billion dollars, but doesn't know enough to not make menstrual comments? What does that say about his ability to humble himself when necessary? What does this say about his ability to filter any of his thoughts before they come out of his mouth? Isn't that an important trait when you become the voice of an entire nation?  Let's be honest, it wasn't even original or imaginative.  

I wasn't opposed to Donald Trump. I even understood why the generation of my father liked him and were supportive of him. But how can you support a man who unapologetically goes to the basest of sexist comments to make his point? I am just going to keep shopping for a candidate that I can respect and support.  

Sunday Morning Coming Down

So what's it going to be?  Will you sleep it away, cross something off your list of things to be done, get ready for the work week, cook a big family dinner?

Whatever it is make it matter and nourish your soul.  Sunday is that one day when anything is possible.

This song brings back some great memories for me, I hope you like it too!

Sunday Morning - Johnny Cash

The Cost of Changing Your Perception

How many times have we heard, "Can't we all just get along?"  Some people really mean it when they ask that question, others just want you to agree with their way of thinking.  Once you change to their way thinking, there is sudden harmony.  But at what cost, and is that price worth paying for peace in your life?

Take a look at this picture.  Don't these three dogs look like they are having some fun along the fence?

Would you be surprised if I told you that the two chihuahua's go to the fence line daily to start stuff with the bigger golden doodle and what this picture really depicted was an uneven dog fight?

 The two chi's don't find anything wrong with ganging up on this sweet older larger dog.  They feel entitled. They take their size and factor it into their decision to gang up and go after him for just living his life differently from them on his side of the fence.

But how do you teach these guys to get along.  Is it any easier to teach people to get along?  For the record those sweet little chi's with all of their bad behavior and bluster belong to me.

I work in an industry where being adversarial can be considered a valuable asset.  Find that thing about your opponent that you can expose to show the flaw in their character to in turn promote the one you support.  Yea, it's as soul eating as it sounds.  After a while, you start to search for the good in your opponent, because not everyone can really be that bad.

Fortunately for the past number of years I have been fortunate to work with a public official who doesn't believe in politics as usual.  Thank goodness, or I would have burned out long ago.

So how do you find common ground with someone who feels your ideas are not worthy of understanding?  Let's use the dogs as an example again, how do we get them to stop barking at each other long enough to take a break and sniff their neighbor.  The truth is that they have been barking at the fence line for years.  They bark at each other, pee on each other, steal each others balls if given the chance and I can only imagine what would happen if they found themselves on the same side of the fence.

Eventually they have to get tired right?  Can they find a place in their own hearts that just can't fight any further?  Can they just learn to get along?  Maybe they just need to find a common objective; like a cat or wayward possum to chase together.

I found my own political possum last night with a democrat friend of mine.  Yes, I am a Republican and have a Democrat friend.  I have quite a few actually, but I won't out them so that they won't be embarrassed by being connected to me!

So while I was watching the GOP debate last night, I got a text from one of these Dem Friends.  Turns out they find Donald Trump as interesting as I do.  Maybe not interesting like a History class but interesting like a Roast on Comedy Central or somewhere in between.

As we exchanged our favorite Donald Trump quotes of the night it came to light that we each had a mutual dislike of a political possum that we would forever refer to as Ramen Noodles.

She is a Democrat.  I am a Republican.  We are as far apart politically as a small and large dog are on opposite sides of the fence, but look at that, we can still keep talking and sharing our opinions and beliefs.

You just have to have ground rules and respect the rules.  Kind of like the fence.  My number one rule with this friend is to never bash Hillary in her presence unless I am ready to debate into the late hours of the night.  I can do it, I like to do it, but the cost is just too high and our friendship is more important.

She has a right to her opinion and I have a right to my vote.  So tell me, what does it cost us to find a common cause and work together to resolve the discomfort that makes us hesitate to change our perception of our opponents?

Everyone has been faced with this problem, its not just politics.  So share with me, who is your political possum and could you find a way to get along?

Straight from the Horses Mouth (or Tail)

This is America and I am a middle class woman trying to make ends meet.  So I do what many of us do and have become entrepreneurial in nature as my kids and their needs have grown and grown and grown.  I never did identify as the neighborhood Avon Lady, but ding dong here I am.

It all began with bug spray.  It was summer, I needed Skin so Soft and didn't have a Rep.  As I asked around I found many other people wanted this magic elixir of bug repelling wonderfulness and signed up to sell it.  

Today I heard from a high school friend who was looking for a rep because their friend needed Skin So Soft for their horse.  After happily offering my link to purchase, I had to ask the obvious question.  "Do you really know someone who needs Skin So Soft for their horse?"  Yep.  Apparently its not just for people anymore.

While I was looking for the recipe for "horse so soft" I came across a plethora of uses for this fantastic bottle of skin softener.  

It's on the internet so it must be true:

It's a bath oil and after shower moisturizer, makeup remover, cuticle softener, Insect repellant, cleans Ink, oil, paint, grease and tape off your skin, tanning oil (no spf), relieves dry skin and insect bite itch, can ease a light sunburn, heals dry cracked skin in a few days, mix with liquid soap to soften skin when shaving, removes chewing gum, cleans ink stamps, moisturizes feet in a foot bath, kills ants, repels bugs when you put around doors and windows, removes label sticker mess from glass, plastic and metal, cleans wood, use it with cleaner to remove soap scum lime and hard water deposits, cleans ink off vinyl, removes crayon, removes lipstick stains, cleans leather, clean paintbrushes, helps sliding doors slide on the rail, removes liquid nail, removes wax, keeps deer off rosebushes, cleans grease from range hood, cleans your windows, keeps bugs off of your pets, gets tar off of cars, spray on your tires, wipe down your dash and vinyl seats, spray ion the outside of your tent when camping to keep the bugs away!

What would you use it for?

Do you want a bottle of your very own?  www.youravon.com/krusch



*SSS bath oil is approved by the FDA/CDA only as a bath oil.  Avon does not endorse its use for anything other than a bath oil.

I have this friend...

“I have this friend…“  Every good story, therapy session or epic retelling of some shenanigans begins with these words.  I am one of the fortunate ones because I do have this friend.

With just about half a century under my belt, I have met a lot of people, lost friends, made friends and chosen to walk away when the situation no longer felt right.  Then came this friend.  We will call her Cowgirl, because all good stories change the names to protect the innocent. 

This cowgirl seemed to like my flawed personality, actually connected with me over some pretty racy details of what some might consider bad deeds.  (You can ask her but she will never tell.) This girl came along and crossed my path at a moment when I was feeling pretty confident, comfortable and bad-ass.  God himself placed her in my path, because he knew I needed to learn some important lessons, and she would be my teacher. 

My bad-assery paled and will always pale in comparison to this friend of mine.  Here is a lady, and yes I mean lady, who shows no fear, regardless of the situation in which she might find herself.  This lady will tell you off, hold her babies close and plan for the next adventure without breaking a sweat.  She committed her life to protecting the public and in her youthful retirement continued to give care to the children in her care.  She has the greatest manicure I have ever seen and can shoot the lid off of a beer bottle.  She isn’t complicated, but she is complex.

What is funny about this lady is that she doesn’t see herself the way we see her.  She doesn’t recognize that strength is proven by the tenacity of her human spirit.  Her compassion is proven by the limitless love as a mother she shows to her children.  The strength of her heart is proven in the love she has for her husband.  And the need for shenanigans was proven by the episode of stealing beer from the wackers back porch that fun summer night we ran out too early (sorry Tom!) or by greeting the birds on many of morning of late night revelry.  Her strength has been proven by not just surviving but thriving in situations that would have brought another to their knees.

Her endless well of compassion is fitted properly with the filter that somehow never found its way to her vocabulary.  Tell us a word you don’t like and we will find a way to use it no less than 10 times in an hour!  She will give me the shirt off her back, and all the while remind me that I am a tool for loosing my shirt in the first place.  See, that’s more of what this world needs.  That friend that will tell you what they think, not just what you want to hear.  The world is full of those friends, but see, I have this friend…

She will forever be my friend, because the emotions that she brings out are as strong as she is.  My laughter was found in her, my fears were contained in her, my courage was born from her and my faith was rekindled because of her.

I have this friend… and I need you to pray with me for her.

Almighty and Eternal God,

You are the everlasting health of those who believe in You.

Hear us for Your faithful servant Jeanette
 for whom we implore the aid of Your tender mercy,
that being restored to bodily health,
she may give thanks to You in Your Church.
Through Christ our Lord.

Tell me about this friend of yours - I really want to know.

French Fries and Sunny Skies

Seagulls are interesting birds.  I have often wondered why we see them at our local wal-mart as well as the beach.  Let's be honest, who wouldn't travel a hundred miles or so for a good french fry?    I went to the Poconos for my first taste of Western Fries.  If you dont know what that is, let me tell you, its prefectly cooked fries, topped with cheese of three varieties, baked and topped again with bacon.  Oh, and you dip them in Ranch dressing.  But I digress...

 I have always been impressed with the sensory abilities of a Sea Gull.  There can be nary a bird in sight, drop a potatoe chip in the sand and suddenly they are upon you in mass.  The closest you can come in comparing this skill of a Sea Gull is trying to eat something when your kids aren't around.  Open the fridge and there they are!  

I did my walk today, did it on the beach and brought my dogs camping with me, this gives me many more steps to add to my day; and I WON'T be going for Western Fries!  

 

Slugging Around

Who doesn't love a lazy Sunday?  Even in the dog days of summer we need to keep active and work on our fitness and health goal garbage but we also need to remember to take a break and slug about on a Sunday afternoon.

I play a game where I pretend that walking three miles in 90 degree heat is exactly what I want to do.  I pretend that I am excited as I get up off the couch, having taken a fifteen minute break after my ride home from a full day of work and grab my shoes.

The truth is, I think the endorphins living in my brain are retired or maybe even dead.  My husband, my coach, tells me everyday that if I just keep going I will make it through that wall that athletes do and love that sweat filled leg hurting activity.

I know he is right, I have to keep moving.  I have to become the master of my own self.  Genetically I rolled craps.  I have the body type of my father with some of the good things from my mom thrown in.  Fifty is less than six months away, and although I am not dreading it, I am worried about how hard it will be to keep on exercising.

So, I don't think about my age, I don't think about the heat, I put on my sneakers and walk.  I would like to jog but no one needs to see that! Walking is a Monday activity, today is Sunday and like my dogs, I am gonna take a breather and enjoy the day.