Oh - have the times have changed. Remember when our parents helped us with our homework? Mom and Garry are here tonight. I have fed them a (relatively) balanced meal: rotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and artisan bread with olive oil for dipping. Now I am helping Mom with her "homework". She is working on the Church books. The Church did buy a laptop and installed Microsoft Excel. That stuff I do by rote daily at work, I get to help her with as she builds complex spreadsheets and formulae.
Did I tell you, Mom and Garry are taking a PC class through the local community college? Garry and Mom have been using the laptop Cale, Nik, Shelby and I got them for Christmas. They now have high speed wireless Internet in the house so they can each be in separate rooms on the desk top and laptop. She is now emailing her sisters and tending to the animals.
And she is repeating an Intro to Yoga class? She seems to find the philosophy of yoga intriguing. She is learning to breathe and some of the names of the postures.
See - they do listen to us. I may introduce her to Facebook, and unleash her on the rest of you. Oh, but they still know how to torment us - Garry has the TV on American Idol and Mom is giving me the history on the performers.
Enough for now - going to send them home!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Welcome to My Blog
OK - welcome to my Blog. This will most likely be the place where I rant and rave about various and sundry life events. I could rant about men and how they drive me crazy - not knowing what they want until it leaves them or how clueless they seem to be. Or I could rant about how women never learn and don't want to give up the Snow White or Cinderella fantasy - someday our prince will come. Unfortunately we will probably miss the prince because he will look like the frog while we are distracted by the Pretty Boy looking at his reflection in his rearview mirror. I am definitely thinking about kissing a few frogs - I may have had my fill of the Pretties.
Relationships take WORK and not everyone wants to put the work into it. I am not talking just about romance but also friendship. I believe for any relationship to succeed, you have to tend to it. Whether is be your mother, father, daughter, sister, brother, son, niece, nephew or oldest friend, you have to work at the relationship. You have to communicate and let everyone know how you feel about them. You have to treat people as you would like to be treated and not settle for bad behavior. I don't believe in rewarding bad behavior but unless you call people on it, they will continue to behave the same way as they always did.
Why do we call getting married "settling down"? Settling for what? Does it mean stop being yourself, an individual? Do you become half of a couple? An incomplete entity? Or what do they mean by "completing me"? Am I not whole already? Can't I share my life without settling?
I have a friend who just found out her father is mortal. It is a sobering lesson that even in your 40s, you are just not ready to learn. This is a different lesson than when you learn your parents are people with desires and needs and feelings and foibles. I lost my father when I was 20 and not a day goes by that I don't miss him. He won't give me away, dance at my wedding (as was his favorite way of asking you do something for him - his "pretty please with a cherry on top"), help me buy my first house or see his grand children. I know he would be very proud of everything I have accomplished but I also know I wouldn't be here if things had been different. No regrets.
Relationships take WORK and not everyone wants to put the work into it. I am not talking just about romance but also friendship. I believe for any relationship to succeed, you have to tend to it. Whether is be your mother, father, daughter, sister, brother, son, niece, nephew or oldest friend, you have to work at the relationship. You have to communicate and let everyone know how you feel about them. You have to treat people as you would like to be treated and not settle for bad behavior. I don't believe in rewarding bad behavior but unless you call people on it, they will continue to behave the same way as they always did.
Why do we call getting married "settling down"? Settling for what? Does it mean stop being yourself, an individual? Do you become half of a couple? An incomplete entity? Or what do they mean by "completing me"? Am I not whole already? Can't I share my life without settling?
I have a friend who just found out her father is mortal. It is a sobering lesson that even in your 40s, you are just not ready to learn. This is a different lesson than when you learn your parents are people with desires and needs and feelings and foibles. I lost my father when I was 20 and not a day goes by that I don't miss him. He won't give me away, dance at my wedding (as was his favorite way of asking you do something for him - his "pretty please with a cherry on top"), help me buy my first house or see his grand children. I know he would be very proud of everything I have accomplished but I also know I wouldn't be here if things had been different. No regrets.
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