50 shades of awkward

It was movie night at the house and we were introducing T-man to Hitch, one of my favorite rom-coms ever.  Will Smith is da bomb, y’all.  Just sayin’. 

So we came to a kissing scene and I could actually see T-man shrinking into his chair.  Through sheer force of will he managed to decrease his body mass by .8% and would have, were it possible, sunk straight through the floor.

I shouldn’t find this funny, right?

 

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Share Your World 9/18/17

Complete this sentence: I want to learn more about …

Spanish.  I’ve started studying it through an app and it’s pretty cool.  It’s also nice to know my brain cells aren’t completely fried.

On a vacation what you would require in any place that you sleep?

Require?  A comfortable bed, preferably king sized, and a decent bathroom.  But what makes me happiest on vacation?  A separate sitting area, so someone can nap even if somebody else wants to watch tv.  Large windows that let in plenty of light – even better if you can walk out onto a balcony and sit in the fresh air for a while.  Add in an incredible shower and I’m blissed out.

What is your greatest extravagance?

It would be a fascinating experiment to learn what others see as my greatest extravagance…I guess I’d say my biggest extravagance is getting a spa pedicure.

What inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

Peanut finding her way back to her family (see items 18-24).  I was terrified, y’all.  The kids wanted so badly to keep her, but I had to accept that I just wasn’t able to give her all the attention she needs with our other two fur babies running around.  I was researching rescues that accept senior dogs when my neighbor texted me the family info.  I’m grateful she found us for the night, I’m grateful we were able to keep her warm and safe, and I’m beyond grateful that she found her way back into her family’s arms.


Cee’s Share Your World is a wonderful way to start your Monday!

What’s happening in your world today?

marriage 101 (aka: what one chick has to offer on surviving long term cohabitation)

Yo.  I am by no means an expert on marriage.  I’ve only had the one, after all (though I do think we’re getting along fairly well), so I’m drawing on a rather small statistical sampling here.  I suppose that means the following disclaimer is in order.

I am not an experienced counselor, except to my own children in matters of wardrobe and middle school drama.  I don’t have all the answers, unless you’re asking how to heat soup or make a really good grilled cheese sandwich.  My coping methods may not be appropriate to your lifestyle seeing as I’ve been known to recommend beer and nachos for therapeutic comfort.  Sometimes even Double Stuff Oreos™ when the going gets tough, despite the fact that I have no earthly idea what sort of concoction binds together to make that delicious creamy filling.

Now on with the show!

 

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texts about porn are rarely good news

Yeah, it happens.  Kids + technology + the internet = the source of a thousand awkward conversations.

“It was after a night spent with family — the adults in one room and the seven- and eight-year-olds in another — when I received a series of texts that began with: “Anna and Ella were watching PORN!” Apparently they’d been using an unrestricted adult iPad to search the web for “kissing pranks.” If you aren’t familiar with Rule 34, now you know. Rule 34 was on and popping in this scenario.”

Suburban Snapshots: So, Your Kid Found Some Internet Porn

Sunday Snapshot: preaching the ancient law of life

“Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree… 

Trees are sanctuaries.  Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.  They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life.  The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark.  I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me.  I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else.  I trust that God is in me.  I trust that my labor is holy.  Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still!  Be still!  Look at me!  Life is not easy, life is not difficult.  Those are childish thoughts.  Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent.  You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home.  But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother.  Home is neither here nor there.  Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all…

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours.  They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them.  But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy.  Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree.  He wants to be nothing except what he is.  That is home.  That is happiness.”

–  Hermann Hesse

SoCS – Be Who You Are

It’s pretty cool seeing your kids grow into their individuality.  I’ve always been a big proponent of Be Who You Are, so I find it ironic that sometimes I’m still taken aback by differences in our kids.  Like I temporarily forgot the whole “kids are individuals” concept.

T-man and Bear show this most markedly right now in their involvement with school events.  T-man has shown zero interest in school sports, clubs, or extracurricular activities like games or dances.  Sometimes I wonder if he dislikes school so much that the thought of spending additional time there voluntarily borders on inconceivable.

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Supergirl? No. Multitasking Super Schnoz Sixth Sense Mac Daddy Mama? Yeah, I’m that.

We’re all born with a bit of superpower in us.  Some hone it a little more finely than others, but we all have the skills.  Otherwise surviving this traipse across the planet would require an unlikely amount of luck.  Me?  I’d say I have my fair share helping me along.

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