Share Your World 10/23/17

Was school easy or difficult for you? How so?

I never really thought of it as either, so this is an interesting question.  I was intrinsically driven to do well so I never had to *force* myself to go to class or study.  In that sense school was easy on me, since I know it’s like pulling teeth every day for some kids.  I was not blessed with a photographic memory or other genius tendencies so my academics were typical – some things came easier to me than others.  The social dynamics of school were a constant: shifting, confusing, and as unpredictable as a tornado’s path.

List some of your favorite types of animals.

Dogs!  (dogs-dogs-dogs)  Giraffes, elephants, birds (large, small, and everything in between), lions, gorillas, cheetahs, sea lions, seals, bears, and antelope.  I can stare at any of these for hours on end.

What is your favorite large city you have been to? What is the one thing you remember most?

San Diego.  The weather was positively gorgeous and the people seemed to have usually sunny dispositions.

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

“Always remember, wherever you are, whether near or far, you had a mother who really, really loved you.  The original mother.  Once you’ve found your true inner guru you can never again be divided.  Perfect union with the divine, through the grace of your real teacher, transcends time, space, death and all worldly limitations.  Your real teacher is the original mother – regardless in which manifest or non-manifest form, or gender, she appears.  The one who nurtures you and the one who also, out of wisdom and compassion, corrects you if you are misguided.”

–  Zeena Schreck


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What’s happening in your world today?

Forever Family: odds and ends #4

 

One of the parts of parenting I struggle with is the spectator aspect.  There’s lots of hands on activity to be sure, but we seem to be in a season of watching our young-ish ones test their wings (aka waiting to see if they crash and burn).  Watching and waiting is hard.  And watching when you know the crash and burn is inevitable?  Hell, that’s the hardest part of all.

And self esteem…oh my lawd, the self esteem.  How is it I know to the depths of my soul the innate worth of these children, but they just don’t seem to get it?  One of mine will go back to kids who are disrespectful and outright cruel over and over, calling them “friends” until they act like turds again.  You deserve better.  You deserve better.

This week brought the delightful moment when I found myself explaining to one of my children why we never, ever, ever joke about how much the other kid cost.  A) We don’t buy and sell people because that is i-l-l-e-g-a-l.  B) We should strive to be our best selves, and that comment is nowhere close.  C) Sadly, it cuts a little close to the bone.

It took about a month but I finally told T-man why I stopped responding to a certain parent’s texts.  I thought I was protecting him, but he’s thirteen and deserves to have all the information when choosing whether to go to someone else’s house.  Be friends, don’t be friends, whatever…but you should know his dad made a comment about shielding his daughter from ebonics, so I’m not feeling real cool about the parental aspect over there.

We shared some John Oliver episodes with the kids this week.  Sure, some of you might be thinking we’re nuts watching a late night comedian who drops the F bomb, but things get pretty real around here.  And it’s been good for them to see an adult stand up on national television and call out what passes for bullshit in this country right now.  The episode Oliver did on the Confederate flag was particularly timely.

On a side note, this isn’t adoption related, but the kids’ commentary on cheerleaders at Wednesday’s pep rally was downright hysterical.  Boobs, a twerking motion, and those ridiculous skirts all came up.  (BrightSide dryly noted that cheerleaders enjoy a rather lax dress code exemption.)

And those are the odds and ends for this week.

odds and ends 9/14/17

1.  Every time I see a map I still think of the West Wing episode with cartographers telling C.J. that the globe is wrong.  That relative size and even the location of certain countries is inaccurately represented on the world map we currently use. 

2.  My favorite part is when they demonstrate the need to flip northern and southern hemispheres.  C.J.: “But you can’t do that.”  Cartograher: “Why?”  C.J.: “Because it’s freaking me out!”  (Seriously.  Watch the clip here and tell me your mind isn’t blown.  You’ll never look at a globe the same way again.  Plus you’ll giggle.  Win/win.)

 

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why. what. how. and more why.

Why do people throw cigarette butts out their car window?  Is it laziness?  That they just don’t want to clean out their ashtrays?  Even if it is laziness…why are the damn things still burning when they’re tossed?  This completely freaked out the kids when they were younger; it took forever to convince them a burning butt wouldn’t blow up our car.

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odds and ends 8/31/17

1.  No one will make sure I have ten minutes of peace in the shower except me.

2.  Doors have locks for a reason.

2a. Especially when the thought of my son walking in on me naked is horrifying.

2b.  Not that Bear’s intrusion would be a treat.

3.  Toenails with most of the polish chipped off are pretty sad.

4.  Also sad: someone who can’t spare twenty minutes to paint said toenails.

5.  Then again, it’s bad for my blood pressure to take those twenty minutes and paint my nails only to have the dog step on them before they’re dry.

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Share Your World 8/7/17

What was the last URL that you bookmarked or saved?

How long has Donald Trump been president?  Seriously, there’s a website for this.

Do you believe in the afterlife?  Reincarnation?

I believe in an afterlife, but I’m cool with what most other faiths believe happens after death.  The only concept I struggle to grasp is the Buddhists’ belief that achieving nirvana leads to the extinguishing of a life force altogether upon death.  I’m working on processing that one.

If you were or are a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems or novels?

I write some poetry, though not as well as many others do.  My favorite genre is very similar to the blog – first person narrative in short stories or commentary.

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

Watching the herons swoop across the lake.  I always enjoy seeing these graceful birds, even when they’re standing like statues at the shoreline, searching for food like a cat stalking prey.  I rarely see more than one but several times last week I spotted two flying together, swooping into the tree line to find a more peaceful resting place.  It was beautiful.


Cee’s Share Your World is a fun Monday blogging prompt.

more “aww, HELL no” items from an otherwise “I’ve got this” girl

**  Cockroaches.

Yes, I’m a grown a** woman who’s had to handle all sorts of gross things but y’all, please.  Cockroaches?  Just…no.  Their giant bodies (are they BORN enormous?) and creepy skittering movements.  Plus that disgusting *crunch* they make when someone (not me ‘cuz COCKROACHES) stomps them flat.  Let’s not even talk about the yucky mess of guts they leave behind.  Just…no.

**  Bloodsucking mosquitos.

Please don’t talk to me about the delicate balance of the ecosystem and such.  I’m sure there’s a parallel universe in which I care about the mosquito’s survival rate, but it’s not this one.  In this one mosquitos feast on our arms and legs as we watch ball games, have neighborhood cookouts, or enjoy the last bit of daylight when it’s not 98 degrees.  Even more fun?  Playing who’s-got-the-most-bites the morning after a family outing and running through half a tube of cortisone.

**  Cigarette smoke.

Indoors, outdoors, in a small room or a large courtyard.  Walking behind someone smoking, sitting near a smoker, getting closed into an elevator with the guy who just took his smoke break.  And don’t talk to me about vaping being the Great Solution.  Cigarette smoke.  Period.

**  Blisters.

Is there anything more wrenching than the betrayal of a pair of perfectly comfortable looking shoes?  Well, sure, of course there is, but still.  I know I’ll be doing a boatload of walking, I put on shoes to get me through the day, and by lunchtime I feel that telltale burn at my heel.  Raw blisters, blood blisters, blisters you can “fix” by draining them (yeah, yeah, I sterilize the needle first) – no matter the type, the hate remains the same.  Dammit.

**  Short people gaslighting.

Okay, for the record, I accept that “short people” comments regarding my particular kids will forthwith be in jest only.  There.  I admitted it.  They’re looking me in the eye.

But what isn’t in jest is the flash fire behind my eyes when those kids gaslight me and there’s a split second when I really can’t remember if I agreed that they could stay out an extra thirty minutes.  Half of me wants to scream omg I know what time you were supposed to be home while the other half is busy thinking hmmm…

a few (more) of my favorite things

Pringles, soft blankets, spellbinding paperbacks, and coffee.

Oh, plus these.

“Parenthood.”  Have you guys seen this show?  I’m sure you have because BrightSide and I tend to be roughly 3.8 years behind the curve when it comes to network television.  (Case in point: we still haven’t seen “This Is Us.”  Yeah, I know, don’t yell at me.)  We loved every single episode of “Parenthood.”  It was so on the money – Asperger’s, adoption, divorce, the N word.  They handled real life issues with a graceful yet expert touch that never came off as heavy handed.  Impressive writers; even more impressive show.

Ben & Jerry’s.  I’m drawing a blank on whether I’ve included this on one of my “favorites” lists (how could I not have by now?) but c’est la vie, here it is again.  Forget the smooth, creamy delightfulness as it melts on your tongue.  Let’s talk about flavors.  The selection alone is a decidophobic’s worst nightmare.  I can’t even get an accurate tally of flavor options – some sources say more than forty, others put it at more than sixty – I imagine it has something to do with whether one counts special edition flavors.  Regardless…Cocoa Loco, Truffle Kerfuffle, Bourbon Brown Butter, Empower Mint…Boom Chocolatta Cookie Core, Bourbon Pecan Pie, Chocolate Therapy, Half Baked, The Tonight Dough…endless choices, endless opportunities for sugar induced bliss.

Proper cookies.  Preferably homemade, definitely chocolate chip, chewy with gooey milk chocolate.

Potato chips.  There’s no denying original Pringles (call me a purist) are salty heaven in a can, but there are surprising elements of craving involved in potato chip love.  Certain days demand BBQ Lay’s, others call for Sour Cream and Onion.  All around, though, I’d have to say there’s rarely a day the potato chip can’t improve.

Diet Dr. Pepper.  Yes, I know.  Diet soda is the devil.  I’m working hard to drink more water, and I’m doing better at home…but an unfortunate side effect of BrightSide moving me out into country life with our über deep well has been that all restaurant water tastes like chemicals.  Ugh.  So my first question is why can’t restaurant water taste decent.  My second is why on earth don’t more restaurants carry diet Dr. Pepper.


Interested in other random favorites lists?  You can read some here and here.