I have said for years (quietly and mostly to myself) that hate and love are on a continuum, so hate is actually just loving something a very tiny little bitty bit. And this post by Regie shows that love can grow.
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This really gave me food for thought.
Here’s my annual Veteran’s day post in memory of my father, “our” veteran. For a moving description of what it means to be a veteran, please also see J. Mark Jackson’s essay for the Washington Post.
Heroes may not be braver than anyone else. They’re just braver 5 minutes longer.
― Ronald Reagan
When I was little, I found out about heroes. They are the ones who fight the biggest dragons, win the prettiest princesses, and save the best kingdoms in the end. This didn’t surprise me in the least, because I knew someone who was a hero – my father. My mother told me.
As I got older, this belief was shaken a bit. It didn’t seem like it was a hero’s work to fix toilets, keep old cars running, and take your (ten!) kids out…
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When Brother was young I gave him a plush baby doll to play with. He named it iBaby and took it to kindergarten on the day everybody brought a stuffie toy for show and tell. But even so, it was never one of his favorite toys and didn’t get that much play time at home. We resisted giving our kids toy weapons for years. When we finally did let a couple toy guns and swords into the house they immediately became favorites. That was okay because they would go outside and run around and act out fabulous adventures while breathing fresh air and getting exercise.
I like this blog post by Moderate Mama because it shares and instinct for balance, practicality, and tolerance. That is Good Parenting.
Standing in the express line at our local Kroger store, I found myself behind an elderly gentleman holding a large, vibrant arrangement of flowers. The line was long so I decided to interrupt his internal conversation and impose upon him my curiosity.
Turning only his head and left shoulder, he quickly stated…
The quickness he used in answering my questions was the same quickness he used while turning his back to me.
Naturally… I kept right on talking.
5.68 seconds past and the gentleman turned around on his own accord in order to inform me that…
To which I replied…
Uncomfortable with my presumed, unspoken assumptions about this gift of man-flowers, he explained…
To which I replied…
Even though my thoughts had been verbalized in the form of praise, he was still insecure that his manhood had been compromised.
So he added…
All I could do was smile my smile and giggle a wee bit.
Why can’t a man be comfortable giving another man flowers?
Men obviously enjoy beautiful things, I mean they enjoy us…
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I was jaw-drop shocked when I went to school with my fourth grader and his mission project and saw all the mission models that had been made by these students PARENTS. WTF? No adult in their right mind would think these little 9 and 10 year old had built these mission models. So why are they getting extra credit for it?
I stupidly let my son make his model all on his own out of corrugated cardboard. And he did a brilliant job, imitating his specific mission and building a sheep pen with sheep in it, an element again specific to his mission. But he was so embarrassed when he saw the store-bought kit models that other kids brought to school that he left his own creation in a plastic bag in the corner of the classroom and wouldn’t even display it. (sad mommy tears)
As I said in the previous post, rebellion is in the air. A rebellion against the oppression of homework and the tyrannous teachers who spoil the quality of students’ life assigning it. However, while analyzing these vigorous movements, I have realized that here in Italy, as usual, there is an anomaly. In fact, they do not seem to be grown out of the necessity of those “ill-treated” students, as it would be normal to assume, but rather, their parents’. It seems a kind of weird, I know, but it actually explains the nature of the phenomenon and why this generation of parents feels haunted and frustrated about homework habit: THEY do their children’s homework, that is all .
Of course, I cannot but unconditionally sympathize with them, as that was the “duty comes before pleasure and leisure” generation, my generation. Our parents would have never dreamed of questioning the necessity…
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Sometimes having a heart to heart is really tough. However, with some honest dialogue there is room for growth. That being said… Pull up a chair and lets have a little chat. I would like to talk about something in your pants that every so often involves a man in your life.
You see the problem almost always starts out like this:
Supermom: Hey honey! Are you stopping by the store on the way home?
Me: Yeah I was going to pickup a case of Old Spice, some wood screws, and some beer.
Supermom: Great! I am trying to not stab the dog and cry randomly in front of the kids so I need you to get something for me while you are there.
Me: No problem sweetums. What do you need? (I think I know at this point)
Supermom: I’m feeling a little crampy and I think I am…
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I’m laughing inside.
Since establishing mankind’s studio apartment in outer space known as the International Space Station, and spaceflight becoming more available to the general public, let’s face it; the Re/Max hot air balloon will be replaced by a space shuttle before we know it.
For sale:One-bedroom module. Quiet setting on outskirts of gravity belt. Comes with docking port. Pressurized for maximum comfort. Solor-powered utilities. Includes hot plate. Only two days from Earth. $1 billion obo.
As exciting as the prospect of living in space is, we should temper our enthusiasm with a level of caution. Just like buying a fixer-upper in the Ozark Mountains through someone on the Internet, purchasing a residence 230 miles above the earth can be risky.
During a real estate symposium held last week in Washington D.C., agents stressed that there are a lot of things to consider when looking for a little spot in the solar…
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For wives and moms, this will brighten your day.
It was early in the morning when I was still half asleep with bleary eyes… and the wife was already up and getting dressed… that it happened… I snuck a peek. I admit it. She was getting dressed and I rolled over and I snuck a peek. And I’m not ashamed. You know why?? Because my wife is a goddess. She doesn’t realize it. But she is. Because you all are goddesses and I don’t think you don’t realize it. But you are.
You don’t know it but you’re beautiful even at 6 in the morning rushing out the door to work trying to find the perfect heel to match the third outfit you just swapped from the closet. You’re beautiful.
You don’t know it but you’re beautiful even when you’re annoyed at us for leaving clothes all over the floor or the seat up in the bathroom and you…
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