Saw this on Mels blog a couple days ago, and thought it was swell.
So I decided to give it a go.
Instructions:
Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.
..Googling your life:
Your age at your next birthday
Favorite place I would like to travel to
My favorite place
Your favorite food
My favorite pet
favorite color combination??????
favorite piece of clothing
My favorite movie
town in which you live
First job I had
Dream job?
A bad habit you have
worst fear
Something you want to do before you die
QOTW (for Mel)
Kids…
The teen comes in the house like a bear.
A very hungry bear.
He eats half the contents of the fridge, and then goes into gory detail about the amount of chocolate he his going to get for working at the local haunted house.
(They pay in Chocolate? Yikes!)
He plans on filling a trash-bag and sleeping with it like hoarded gold!
(Reminds me of the Tolkein Quote ” If only more people valued food, spirits and good companions above hoarded gold, a merrier world this would be!”)
Then he takes a throw blanket off the sofa and wanders down to the woods to wrap up in it and sleep on the hammock.
If I stand on the back deck I can make out the brilliant orange cocoon deep in the autumn woods.
I am very blessed that I have this boy not quite a man. He makes me laugh, he makes me want to pull my hair out, He teaches me about rest, and so many other things…
There are days when he is so incredibly sweet and caring, and other days when he is a hormonal monster that I want to call my Mom and beg for her forgiveness.
I wonder what kind of world I am leaving him. He already knows that people can suck. That they are stupid and lazy…His words, not mine. He asks all those unanswerable questions, and wants so desperately for the world to be black and white. Those shades of grey just make him hurt so much.
I never thought I wanted to be a parent. Never thought I would be very good at it.
Daily he teaches me how to be better. I love that he can ask me questions like ” how do I know when the alternator is going?” ” why do girls walk in packs?” ” I want to make dinner, but I am not sure I can, can I try and will you help me?” ” what’s felacio?” ” Why the heck do I need to learn Spanish?”
And here I am trying to answer all these questions, thanking heaven I have a sense of humor and enough wits about me to do the best I can, and be okay with what ever he takes away from our conversations.
Then I sit back and think about what I get from those same conversations.
It’s always a moment.
Now the little one?
She’s a whole other learning curve!
Thoughts
It’s about kindness.
It’s about compassion.
It’s about respect.
It’s been there a great deal because I think I have been working through some things.
I am not a people person.
I can not put on a happy facade, when I am not in a good mood.
I tend to be rather blunt when some one is being an ass, and I will speak my own personal truths when asked. No fancy dancing.
I don’t care if you agree, I respect your right to think I’m bonkers.
Most days I am convinced I am from another planet, because I sure don’t feel like I belong on this one.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not an in your face kinda gal.
I am more like “here is a warning look” if your still going to get in my face, then guess what? I tell you exactly what I think.
I have this thing about respecting the fact that not everyone is going to see it the way I do.
I have this idea, crazy though it might be, that if you don’t agree with me, it’s okay, and I don’t need you to see things my way.
I get a little upset when you try to show me the “rightness” of your perspective. If I heard you the first time and I disagreed, it doesn’t matter how many times you tell me it, and how many different ways you say it, I still don’t agree.
and
Why is it if I don’t agree with you, then you don’t have to be nice to me? That all of a sudden you have an excuse to be unkind? rude? ugly?
Treat people the way you want to be treated…
Where is it written that if I don’t follow the same Dogma, don’t believe the same Party rhetoric , that if I don’t agree that you are right, that you can be disrespectful, and dismissive of me?
I have had a long day, and I was kind to people who were nasty to me. I am not kind because I am better then them, because I am soft in the head, because I have something to prove. I am kind because being unkind is to much of an effort.
If walking away while you are shouting at me is rude, then I am glad you didn’t hear the unspoken words in my head.
If telling you I don’t agree, will never agree, but you do what ever makes you happy is disrespectful, then perhaps you should feel the pain I feel when you make your grand ideology into laws that try and force me to be something I am not.
I have this crazy notion that I don’t need to judge you, I honestly don’t care why you do what you do. You were given this life to live. It’s a gift, and you can roll it in hate, spit on it twice, be miserable all your days. It’s your life. You can not, will not make me live it your way.
Even if I have to be hurt and humiliated again, I will be who I am.
I live life by a simple ideology, that I don’t expect anyone else to get.
Be kind.
and if you can’t be kind, let go of the need for dialog, and walk away.
Peacefully .
With all that going on in my head and in my days..
what wonderful gift did Karma give me for just being true to myself?
It gave me Chantal, with sweet words, and an open and generous heart who sent me a check to donate to my favorite charity.
Can I tell you? My face was wet with tears, my heart bursting with love, because it makes all the difference in the world.
Love is the unexpected moment, of having the well of sorrow filled, even when your to tired to ask.
With tears of gratitude, and feeling so blessed, I thank you Chantal, for your kindness, which shines so brightly.
Along comes laughter
I haven’t been in the best of moods.
Stressed out a bit, and all that goes with it.
I love the local hardware store.
Everyone should have one.
It should be mandatory that they come with the old guys who hold up the counter.
Today,
the usual suspects,
Lewis comes in, greats his fellow old timers.
turns to Early and says ” You still got that petersfore I loaned you?”
Early, looking a bit confused..
“What’s a petersfore?”
everyone just burst out laughing..
” You don’t know what a peters-for?” says Lewis shaking his head smiling.
Early turns bright red, a thing to see on an 81 year old man.
God I love these guys!
My one and only Political post.
I don’t go here
I will read about politics,
and I will read about what is going on in the
insane asylum we call Washington DC…
but I don’t like politics,
and I am an issue voter.
That means I am a REGISTERED independent.
I am not a democrat.
I am not a republican.
With that said…
I am so disgusted by our leaders want to throw up.
Mr. McCain
” Republican presidential hopeful John McCain said Tuesday he would keep pushing for a bailout for the US financial system, admitting lawmakers had failed to convince voters of its urgency.
“Yesterday the country and the world looked to Washington for leadership, and Congress once again came up empty-handed … I am disappointed at the lack of resolve and bipartisan goodwill among members of both parties to fix this problem,” McCain said
Why is it urgent for us to fork out more money to help those who screwed up?Why does this idiot think that we tax payers are in a hurry to give more money to businesses?
This is insane.
Mr. Obama
” Obama also warned that the path out of the financial meltdown, brought on by toxic mortgage debts clogging the books of Wall Street finance firms would not be easy.
“It’s not going to come without costs. We are all going to need to sacrifice. We’re all going to need to pull our weight.
“Because now, more than ever, we are all in this together,” Obama said
Please mr Obama, where is your big Change????
Why must I sacrifice my slimly meeting ends for some screw up on Wall street? The market has always fluctuated, and where is that a problem?
A 700 billion dollar silver bullet is not going to fix years of greed and poor mismanagment of money.
You want to fix this problem?
How about teaching ECONOMICS in public schools…!!!!!!!!!!!
Then when some first time home buyer gets offered an interest only mortgage, he can look at the lender and say ” Are you out of your F***n mind??”
My rant is done.
And I am stating right here
right now
that I WILL NOT vote for anyone who votes to bail out Wall street.
It’s not good business.
