Between The Teeth

Saturday, August 14, 2004

The key to a healthy marriage
is to keep your eyes wide open before you wed...
and half closed there after.

Love for a Lifetime

Thursday, August 12, 2004

The Wedding

Husband and I are due to get married August 28.
We have been together going on 8 years and have two children, a home, a mini van, and lawn to mow. Therefore I call him my husband, because he is, although not in paper.
We are having a somewhat traditional wedding, though I personally would like a little more of a individualistic flare I have tamed my wishes for respect to him, and our families involved.
As the wedding day draws nearer, I am becoming more aware of the true differences in marriage before family, and marriage after family. Here is what I discovered.

After Family (us)

Guests - playmate families of our children
party favors - variety of kids candy
Decorations - Toy centers for children
Wedding music - (The Farmer in The Dell) revised
Honeymoon (trip)- Babysitter overnight so we sleep in.
Limo - Mini van with child seats
Dress - comfortable and child friendly
Fine china - Paper plates, plastic cups

Now besides these trival differences, the stress, and emotional anticipation is also very different. Many people ask if I'm excitted about it all. Well, Him and I have done this for seven years, there will be no surprises, I know he only shaves when he has to, I know what he likes to eat, and what side of the bed he likes to sleep on.
Things I am concered about are will the kids behave, and keep their outfits on during the wedding. Will my two year old carry the rings down the isle or throw them in the bush somewhere. Will our supper end in a food fight of mashed potatoes and gravy. And will my five year old announce to everyone that we go to the washroom with the door open. Besides that I fear getting poop or puke my dress at some time during the evening and even worse, that I'll leave my dress tucked inside my pantie hose on the way down the isle.
If you have been where I am going please reassure me that in time guests do forget.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

MOM - Job Description

POSITION :

Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy


JOB DESCRIPTION:

Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an, often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.


RESPONSIBILITIES :

The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.


POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT &PROMOTION :

Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.


PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:

None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.


WAGES AND COMPENSATION:

Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and then wish you could only do more.


BENEFITS:

While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.

THIS CUTE BIT OF REALITY WAS SENT TO ME BY A MOST UNDERSTANDING FRIEND. AIN'T IT THE TRUTH.

Friday, August 06, 2004

My Purpose

A friend once asked me what my purpose was in life? If I knew it, and where it would led me?

I responded rather easily, as my own moral ideologies, and beliefs have given me a strong sence of what I desire to attain in my existance.

And so I replied,

Other people are my measurement of happiness and success. For everyday in my life, if I could just make one person smile each day, or have them leave an encounter with me feeling uplifted and enthusiastic about life than I have succeeded in my quest.
In life all things shall come to pass, money shall be spent, time shall run out, the sun may go down, but moments in memory remain forever. I wish to be a flower in their garden, a rainbow in their sky, and a blessing in their memories. For if their is everlasting life, or not, peoples memories of you are a lifetime so make them worthwhile.

And so that is the purpose to my everyday.

My friend commented that this was a strong sign of insecurity. As my need for positive relationships was the bases for my success in life.
Thus she stated, you are using people for you own good high.
So you are indeed selfish, as well.

I thought about her comment, and it plagued me. As to some extent she is correct, but to remove people from my life, would remove the ability to share a laugh, a hug, or smile.

What do you think?

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

The Molestation Of Society

Disturbed by the direction society has taken, I found myself with a feeling of lost innocents, and inraged anger. As the years have progressed I feel as though I am being groomed into a victim of molestation. One souly caused from the society in which we live.

You see, grooming is a term used by sexual preditors, it is by grooming, that they creat a level of trust and comfort with their victims. By exposing them to porn, or other unexceptable sexual behavior repeatedly, they lower the victims defences, and creat a level of doubt in their minds about right from wrong. This is why many victims are left feeling a sence of responsibility to the situation and protection to the preditor. Therefore their silence quietly eroded much of their life.

Society is grooming us as individuals in the same manner as a sexual preditor. With the exposure to continued moral chaos and corruption, our tolerance level rises, and silently we continue accepting the unacceptable.
From media manipulation, to religious ideologies, society bombards us with what they hope to groom us into.
Materialism is everywhere, sitcoms push sexual enmpowerment, Micheal Jackson, President Clinton, and others celeberties are getting away with disturbing behavior, because society has groomed our judgement.
We allow our children to watch television, not realizing the unhealthy training feild it provides, we read magazines, watch reality television and absorb the dysfunctional behavior for our entertainment. We are subconciously becoming victims, thus feeling
anger and frustration often leading many of us into a feild of deep depression.
If you read the emotional profile of a molested adult or child you we see a scarey corralation to how many of us feel without the tramatic event every existing. Therefore, we have all, and are all being molested in a subconcious manner leading us into a eroded sence of moral existance?


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