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Bonding Rituals
What ever happened to parent-child bonding rituals? In this country, it seems that we do stupid things together. Now there are parent-child rituals that are still OK. I'm even OK with hunting, if it's for the appreciation of the outdoors and of fresh food that you had a hand in bringing to the table, NOT for the appreciation of gunpowder and killing things. My boys and I go on walks, to the park, chasing each other around the yard ... ticklefests. Those are the 'rituals' we have.
No, the things I'm wondering about are "we smoke pot together" or "we get smashed together and ogle chicks" or, as in this newest case, that brought it to the forefront of my mind: "we go play 'sniper' together." Hmmmmm. This entire country needs serious mental help.
Organize my Mind Please?
I've decided I need a list for myself. A list 31 items long. This list will keep me going every month. This list will remind me it's trash day (which will obviously move around on the 31-list, but will continue to be every 7 days), how long it's been since I changed the beds, when to change the Brita filter (every 3 months), When to do those easier to ignore jobs like "clean windows" "clean mirrors" "dust" "vaccuum" BEFORE they are just too nasty to stand any more. That's my method currently. "Hm. I don't think I've changed the Brita filter in about 5 months, the pitcher looks a little slimey." "Eww, I can't even see out that window." "That mirror's been 'washed' by Andrew's face-cloth so many times it's got more Dial Antibacterial than glass." You know the stuff. Oooh, how 'bout, "I can feel cereal crunching under my feet as I walk through the CLEANEST part of the dining room." "Guess it's time to change that bed, ** peed in it." Yuck. Do I -want- to live like this? No. I just put up with it because I'm the one in charge of it. If cleaning the mirror was my roommate's job, man I'd be complaining. If vacuuming was my brother's job, you KNOW I'd be yelling my head off. But now I'm the Mom. The Stay At Home Mom. Something I never saw for myself in my future. I am In Charge of a House. Eeek.
(There are Cellos playing heavy metal again in here.)
Vanity (My own)
This morning, I went into the bathroom to put on my moisturizer and do a minimal amount of primping before really starting my day ... I took off my glasses and thought, "Man, I look better without my glasses." I -meant- in that soft-focus way. You know, Kate Hepburn's pink lighting and cheesecloth over the lens method. But it made me giggle, because I thought, "How many people think they look better without their glasses and go about getting contacts, when what they really needed to do was make the rest of the world see them in soft-focus?"
Are you at the right bank?
We pulled up to the drive-through window at the bank,  streeetched out and got the canister, we put in our deposit and put the canister back ... we waited a minute. "Do I have to do anything else?" "Uh, probably hit that "send" button." "Oh." So he hit Send, the girl got our deposit out and said, "Um, you have a deposit slip in here for the Credit Union. Are you at the right bank?" Duh. I'd torn out the wrong deposit slip. This girl is seriously doubting our intelligence and sanity. Whee. |
| | Posted 10/24/2002 2:23 PM - 1 view - 2 comments
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