Being barky can be good but being nice so someone else can be nice is better. So, there.

May 16, 2013 in Crap I Was Considerate Enough to Not Bother You with Before Now.,Me and My Public Self

I don’t normally tell people what to do.

(Except every day of my life.)  (But I’m not bossy.  I just know what they should be doing.)

So you can take this little ditty or leave it:  When you’re barky…be nice.

(Even when you don’t want to be.)

(Like me.)  (The “don’t want to be part.”)

I was barky the other morning.  Just not feeling it.  Thought I could run to the office cafe and get out without talking to anyone.

(Me.  Not talking to anyone.  I know.)

But I saw sweet and pretty Stephanie.  And next thing you know, I’m telling her how I really appreciate her nice comments on my blog Facebook wall (that you, too, can be a part of by clicking that Facebook icon thing up there to the right!) and how she brightens my day with the kind things she says and how her hair looks fabulous and how I hate that I see her more on Facebook than I do at the office and on and on and on and on and on.

And on.

And on.

I won’t shut up.

She then proceeds to say the kindest things to me about my blog, about me and just nice stuff.  Things that completely caught me by surprise and I choked.  Froze.

(The stuff about my blog made me want to cry.  That’s like oogling over something I’m really gushy about, you know.)  (Or my new shoes.)  (Or anything shiny and sparkly I’m sticking in your face without you asking to see.)

Pure nicenessity.

(Nicenessity – adjective {I think.  Or maybe it’s something else.  You choose.}  – nice.ness.ity – What being really, supremely nice and nicer than just plain ol’nice in my world means.  And when it’s not a necessity to be nice but you do it anyway because you’re just pure sparkles like that.)

(I made that up.)  (Really.  I did.)

Kinda made me kinda blushy-ish.  Because now I was feeling like such a total jackass for being barky.

(Hi.  I’m a barky jackass.  Nice to meet you.)

Her kindness totally turns my day around.  I hugged her for that.  For me.

So, when I say “be nice” I don’t necessarily mean for you to be nice FOR you….but, instead be nice so someone else can be nice TO you.  It’ll make you feel less barky.  Muuuuuuch less.

There.  Next.

Another instance:  I wanted a big, old painted stained glass window hung in the back yard.

From a tree.

Keith hated the idea.  Hay-Ted-It.

(He asked “Who hangs a window from a tree limb?”)

(“I do.  That’s who and why are you acting all shocked and utterly surprised at the request?” was my delicately worded response with no furrowed down forehead and squinty eyes.)

Then I left it at that.  I said nothing more about it.  No pouting…no lip drooping…no nothing.  Instead of getting all blue in the face and barky and kicking the walls…I just said nothing.  Well, nothing about THAT.  I just left it alone.

Then I packed up and left the house.

For two days.

(No trouble in paradise.  It was work.  Had to leave for two days for work…not because he wouldn’t hang a big, old painted stained glass window in the back yard.)

I came home and guess what.  THAT BIG, OLD PAINTED STAINED GLASS WINDOW IS HANGING IN THE BACK YARD.

Oh, hell to the yes it is!

(He missed me.)  (Said he realized how little it meant to him but so much to me…so he hung it.)  (And it’s perfect.)  (HE has even said it looks good.)

Yep.

Once again, I’m not barky and look what I get.  Nicenessity.

There.  Next.

I don’t know if you know, but I love me a little metal chicken.

Beyonce-Sonic

 

And so, of course….lots of others know, too.

(And now if you didn’t, you do.)

So, last night on Facebook….I see this from a supremely sweet Lynda:

Rooster

(Peggy is my momma.  Which is where I get my full-fledged ridiculousness.)

(Thank her later.)

Lynda found me a big giant little metal chicken!

(Disregard that bike-talk stuff.  Like I even know what that is.)

“The rooster is so you, Carrie.”

Music to my ears.  Pure nicenessity music.  Lynda knows me quite well, apparently.

Maybe more than my husband because he does not yet have one of these in my back yard.  To go with my big, old painted stained glass window.

(Keyword – yet.)

And his hen house.

(Ehem…)

(You heard me.  Hen house.)

HE HAS A HEN HOUSE BUT YET FELT A BIG, OLD PAINTED STAINED GLASS WINDOW AND A BIG GIANT LITTLE METAL CHICKEN WASN’T NEEDED IN THE BACK YARD.

(Keyword – NEEDED.)

(READ THAT AGAIN.)

(AND AGAIN.)

Wouldn’t a big giant little metal chicken look fabulous next to his hen house which is kinda over by the tree where my big, old painted stained glass window hangs?  I know!

That’s exactly what I thought.

(I know you’re agreeing with me.)  (I can feel it.)  (Which is pure nicenessity, thank you very much.)

YA’LL…HE HAS A HEN HOUSE BUT YET FELT A BIG, OLD PAINTED STAINED GLASS WINDOW AND A BIG GIANT LITTLE METAL CHICKEN WASN’T NEEDED IN THE BACK YARD.

I need wine.  Or a moonpie.

Or both.

Barbara May 17, 2013 at 6:04 am

If you have hens, I’d think a big metal chicken is absolutely a necessity. Unless it freaks the hens out. They might think it’s a big giant chicken trying to take over the world. That might not be good. 🙂
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Carrie May 17, 2013 at 7:52 am

I know! Which I don’t think it’d freak the hens out because they don’t freak out over the ridiculous dog that trots by and occassionally barks.

I’ve GOT to figure something out.

katie metzroth May 17, 2013 at 10:15 am

I LOVE stained glass. You are dead to me until I see a picture of this awesomeness…….and you should know that I’m going to actually bark at you the next time I see you…….yes, I can see you. I see dead people.
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Carrie May 17, 2013 at 1:05 pm

Well, I SHOULD have put a picture up, but my hanging basket I insisted go next to it ain’t looking too hot.

But it looks gooood. Just ask Keith. =)

Lisa Hewitt May 17, 2013 at 1:55 pm

This is the most perfectly random thing I have read all week. (and we both know I follow some fairly random people). I love you and your chicken and your stained glass and nicenessity. Thank you so much I needed this real bad.

Carrie May 18, 2013 at 12:27 pm

And I needed everything you just said real bad.

I love you, too and thank you for that. =)

kk May 17, 2013 at 9:07 pm

Girl, ain’t no doubt in my mind… You will totally have a big little beyonce (sp) in your back yard. And, I am talkin’, ahem, AND DOES KEITH HAVE A BROTHER???

Carrie May 18, 2013 at 12:28 pm

HAHA!! I’m telling you…I’m working on it. If nothing else, he’ll let me have it just to shut me up!

Adelyn May 18, 2013 at 7:20 am

I have been thinking about this post off and on since I first read it. What a good reminder to me. I can get all barky in my head…not as often out loud…and totally lose sight of the awesomeness around me…especially the awesome people. Staying open to positive, lets more positive in. I’m all for that!
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Carrie May 18, 2013 at 12:29 pm

Adelyn, you ooze awesomeness. You’re a great inspiration and I love seeing your progress!

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