Twisted but true

Everyday I learn new and interesting things. Some of these things are useless knowledge, twisted trivia, some are pure gossip, twisted talk and some are the simple twisted truths of life.

With all the birthday events here the past weekend, I have been coming across all of these wonderful, foot pain inducing, twisty ties that held all the boy toys in place.

Each one of us has played with them. Trenton twisted up his fingers. David just twisted them together to form longer, more complex instruments of torture for the feet that ran across them and I being the artistic one, seeing something crafty in it, twisted my two of them together to form the fat girl. Notice she is thicker in the middle, her legs all twisted together, feet long and gangly and of course her arm are raised high and they imply, "Enough already!".

Sometimes it seems our (emotional)plate gets so over loaded that that's exactly what we feel like doing. Maybe this was my way of artistically attempting to make my stand known. Many of you may not know, but I am the oldest in a family of three girls. I was always the take charge sister. I jumped to the front of the line, made sure things got done, and was as my grandmother would put it "Your the shoulders of the family." It was my job. I never really complained, I just did it.

Asking for help or any assistance is hard for me. The alpha, go getter, first born Bevy just can't allow it. I smile, pull on my boots and trod right through it. Maybe that's where Chelsea gets it. There she is overseas, fighting a war, being the brave one, the shoulders of our country. Honestly, even I don't think I could do that.

Twisted truths, be them for simple trivia knowledge such as: There are four cars and eleven light posts on the back of a $10 dollar bill and that a rat can live longer without water than a camel. May not win me a million dollars, but I fill my head with the stupid facts, at least every other day. The other twists, that occur in life, well....I can't stop them, nor can I change them and most days I can not even untwist them. Just seems some day's I am better at ignoring them and letting fate or the power's that be take care of them. Sometimes just getting it off your chest and blowing off some steam helps, and I am sure that's what I am getting from this blog.

So today...I feel as twisted up and confused as that poor fat girl twisty tie, it's true. (but, I will survive! I always do!)