Boys, I am either in speechless or yelling mode these days with my children, boys!
Everyday someone is "stabbed", "whacked", and "maimed" with the wooden swords. Then I hear the culprit of the wooden sword crime pleads not guilty based on the fact that the victim SHOULD HAVE been wearing armor.
How can you argue with that? Simple, you take the damn swords away.
You think all would be peachy keen after that, right? I mean ALL weapons of childhood destruction are put away. They now throw cucumbers at each other, action figures, and steal the toilet paper from the pooping sibling on the commode.
Peace shall rein someday, but then it will only be temporary because the fighting sibling/cousin that will now be my grandchildren will be over for a visit. Unlike what I deal with now, I can call up my boys and say the words I long to say, "Come pick up your children and take them home!"
(Did you hear the evil witchy laugh? No? Oh, I will try to be louder next time....)
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Been there, done that.
People see me now and cannot imagine me doing something or being something different. Only those that knew me "way back when" know the other side of me. The dark side.
We all have a dark side, don't we? Some superficial monster that lurks around the corners of our soul? We all have something we feel ashamed about. Something we have done wrong. Something we have made bad choices with.
Yes, I believe we have.
I also think we judge too much, especially in this culture, America. We see someone wearing simple blue jeans, turtle neck, and loafers with their hair in a bun wearing a cardigan sweater and we think, "boring." What we don't know is that person has "been there, done that, and MADE the T-shirt." They are now in a place where they want to settle in to a gentle existence. They might also be "covering up" their real self with "granny clothes" so no one suspects the real wild child inside.
We the people know nothing of each other. We are all strangers. Even to our own friends. A friend shared something with me and I stood there in shock, she did not "seem" the type of person to do THAT. She "seemed" incapable to do such a thing, and here she was proudly telling me her story. She assumed I was like her, I am guessing based on my mannerisms and crude language I tend to sport around (picked that up being a Sailor's wife). Nope, I sure did not "get" what she said. I was disappointed in my belief, it was shattered. I never let on to her though that her belief in me was wrong. I was an All American Woman and smiled and nodded and pretended that was normal and OK.
We all have a dark side, don't we? Some superficial monster that lurks around the corners of our soul? We all have something we feel ashamed about. Something we have done wrong. Something we have made bad choices with.
Yes, I believe we have.
I also think we judge too much, especially in this culture, America. We see someone wearing simple blue jeans, turtle neck, and loafers with their hair in a bun wearing a cardigan sweater and we think, "boring." What we don't know is that person has "been there, done that, and MADE the T-shirt." They are now in a place where they want to settle in to a gentle existence. They might also be "covering up" their real self with "granny clothes" so no one suspects the real wild child inside.
We the people know nothing of each other. We are all strangers. Even to our own friends. A friend shared something with me and I stood there in shock, she did not "seem" the type of person to do THAT. She "seemed" incapable to do such a thing, and here she was proudly telling me her story. She assumed I was like her, I am guessing based on my mannerisms and crude language I tend to sport around (picked that up being a Sailor's wife). Nope, I sure did not "get" what she said. I was disappointed in my belief, it was shattered. I never let on to her though that her belief in me was wrong. I was an All American Woman and smiled and nodded and pretended that was normal and OK.
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