be the bigger person, be the bigger person, be the bigger person

I am tired.
I am tired of being the bigger person in situations.
I should want to rise above and be a better christian and person in general than those who try to bring me down, but it is so hard.
I was always told "just ignore them" when someone said/did something ugly about/to me, but every once in awhile Big Mark would say "sugar pig [yes he called me sugar pig, shut up], you have to stick up for yourself". Contradiction much?
Today, I chose not to sink down to their level, but to stand up for myself as well as other married people.
Someone who I used to be very close to posted something tacky on the wall of someone else I used to be very close to. The post was written awhile back, but it was just brought to my attention.
The wall post [an example of why Facebook ruins lives] said something to the extent of "marriage sucks, you should be glad you're single because married people are dull and fat." Granted I think this person was trying to boost the other person, but in doing so she put down a lot of people.
Now, this could be taken as a general comment, however instead of just saying "married people are fat" the person really said "married people have FAT HIPS". I take that personally. Very personally.
First of all, since this person is un-married she has no idea what it is like. My marriage is not boring and monotonous and I learn new things about Josh every day. We still play and laugh and, if anything, I am even happier now than I was when we were dating and engaged. I have heard the same things from other married couples we hang out with about their marriages.
Yes, marriage can be hard, especially when times are tight, but toughing things out together and learning to lean on one another makes our relationship that much stronger, not "monotonous".
On to the "fat hips" section of this statement. Wow. I will be the first to say that I am one curvy girl. I am aware that I have a 40 in. hip/butt span and that my days of fitting into sz. 4 pants are LONG over. However, this has absolutely nothing to do with being married. I know women who are married and look better than they ever did in their single days. Granted, a lot of my weight gain has occurred since I was married, but I also had knee surgery in 09 that rendered me useless in the exercise department for awhile and a lot of stress from switching jobs twice. And my husband likes my curves just fine thanks. Besides, like I always say, fruit taste better than sticks.
So my response to said post is that I am happily married, and glad I am not a bitter, envious person. I personally think that going out with the same people, to the same bar area and getting the same level of stupid drunk every weekend is monotonous and boring, but you don't hear me saying that being single is full of monotony and boredom [which IS spelled with an "e" by the way].

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1. Who is your style icon? As crazy as it sounds, Mischa Barton's character Marissa Cooper on "The OC" (my all-time favorite series may it rest in peace) is my style icon. While she is a fictitious character, her style was Ah-mazing. Preppy one day, boho the next.
2. What is your favorite socialite lit book? anything by Cecily Von Ziegesar
3. Favorite party theme? anything but clothes, I love finding unique ways to create out an outfit out of unusual items
4. Go to Halloween costume? a present, since I am indeed a gift to the world ;) it's so easy to throw on colorful tights, wrap a box that is just the size of my upper torso in fun coordinating paper, throw on a tiny skirt (or a tiny dress underneath the box) and don a bow on my head TA-DA a perfectly wrapped gift
5. Extravagance you cannot live without? designer jeans, they fit JUST RIGHT and they run long enough for me to actually wear heels (a true feat when you're 5 ft. 9)
6. Living person you admire? My Mema Dean, surviving cancer twice (breast cancer & lymphoma), raising two girls by herself after my papa died in 1970 and cooking enough food every Sunday to feed the small army that is our family, what isn't there to admire about her?
7. Greatest Fear? drowning in my car
8. Trait you deplore in yourself? my inability to think before I speak
9. Which talent would you most like to have? the lack of procrastination
10. Greatest Achievement? graduating a semester early despite losing several credits when I transferred from UNCW, failing and making up classes and missing a lot of class due to both skipping & a battle with thyroiditis my junior year

who knew weekends could last TOO long?

I can't believe I'm saying this but, this past weekend was the LONGEST of all time.
Poor Josh called me late Friday night to come pick him up from the bachelor weekend in Myrtle because he had a terrible stomach thing going on. Since my Rodeo is struggling I called my folks to borrow one of their cars only to end up being fussed at for trying to drive to Myrtle alone. So the Wendy, Big Mark and I piled into the truck and headed south. We got to Myrtle around 11:30ish and got home around 3:30-4am. It was a long and miserable ride. Bad knees + sitting in back seat w/ Big Mark in front + 4 hour rides = pain. Josh had a fever, chills, an achy body and terrible stomach pains and situations so he was silent and uncomfortable the whole way home too.
Saturday was supposed to be busy, but planned out, but the previous night ruined that idea, and so did Sookie.
I had PLANNED on waking up around 11, getting ready then driving to Raleigh for a friend's wedding shower before driving to NCSSM to pick up Dee and go shopping. HOWEVER the entire trip was all rushed and uncoordinated because I was sleepy, Sookie got loose and had to be chased through town and I had to stop at the mall and buy a wedding gift for said shower because I didn't get to the night before.
It was a busy, busy weekend and I can honestly say I was glad to get back to work Monday so I could be on a normal schedule again.
This weekend won't be much easier though. Big Mark is having fairly intense shoulder surgery Friday at Duke and will spending the night there Friday night. Dee has to be picked up Friday too, so she is staying with Josh & I. Then Saturday we were supposed to go to Winterville for a cousin's birthday party during the day before going to an 80's Prom theme birthday party for another friend that night. However, with the Marcus coming home from Durham on Saturday, I kind of want to be around the house to see him/help the Wendy get him situated.
Needless to say, it's going to be another long one. Prayers are appreciated.