Republican Debate

I couldn't disagree more with the news media who won the Republican debate.  Romney and Perry came across as sweating idiots grasping for familiar territory...they did receive most of the air time.  Cain, Johnson, and Paul would make the best foreign relations Presidents.  Santorum came across well but Roemer should save his money.  Bachmann was pretty much flat and had no fire.  Johnson opened the doors to possibilities with his joke that his neighbors dogs have made more shovel ready jobs than the present administration. But one last thought, if most would like to have Gingrich as their running mate, why wouldn't he be the obvious choice for the Republican candidate?

Flash Mob

So I took a leap of faith and answered yes to being part of a flash mob.  I can't believe I'm doing it.  But don't you ever wonder if you may never have the opportunity to do something again? How long will this fad last?  How long will my body be able to move like this?!

Remember Big Families

Last night I went to a friends 70th birthday surprise party.  Before the evening was over the conversation switched to "the good old days" and I loved it.  You can't beat the memories of large families and  Aunts and Uncles.  It brought back stories at Grandma's house with strange looking women wearing dresses adorned with Austrian crystal  jewelry, and men in dark suits with skinny ties.  We talked of Sleepovers with cousins lined like sardines on the lving room floor.  We laughed how conversations would switch from English to Italian, German, Polish, to save little ears from hearing too much. Ah, and the food!

Friends

Friends come in so many varities.  They enter in and out of your life continually.  There are some you carry throughout your lifetime, and then there are those who only land for a moment.  What would the world be like without friends??? Someone to confide in? Someone who offers a kind word when it feels like the world is against you?  Someone who restores you to who you are.

Do I want someone so uninvolved in my life, in my life???

I'd made enough mistakes in the past and was certain I had a firm grip on a quality life. I looked at what seemed important and moved to it. I was confident in who I was and what I believed.  I was happy and determined to stay that way. 7 years later I am so unhappy.  I have the security but nothing else, and that feels like an illusion as well. I have now mastered the art of compromise; rejecting my true self for what? If money is the root of all evil, then I believe I sold out to the power the lack of it has. 

Welcome to the Wonderful World of Adult Children

As I recall, it was a lot more fun being a teenager than being the parent of one.  When my son was a baby, he was classified as a "high needs" child.  I believe it had something to do with his 30 minute delievery in which the doctor yanked him out with forcepts, using them not just once but twice, leaving bruises on his eye lid and ears. I would think, I can hardly wait until he grows up so I can reason with him!  Well, I'm still waiting!  I think the forcepts severed the connector between his brain and mouth.  Why is it there is no warning signal going off in his head which says, "I better not say another word because I'm about to die!" Or how about something as simple as, "I'm really not going to get what I want if I continue on this path." He explains to me that is it my life duty to supply him with all his needs until he finishes college; that I should kiss the ground he walks on because his is going to school. Pleeaase?!  Where did he ever come up with this B.S.?!