My Pet Peeve

The competive nature in humans can be healthy depending on the owners motivation. Most of the time I just find it annoying and childish. We are all individuals, filled with a variety of talents and personalities. We are all heartfelt, and sensitive, though may display these emotions all differently.
Therefore the need to outdo, outprove, outwit another is of no benifit. On the other hand, to praise, encourage and support anothers
talent or accomplishment can fullfill your heart and theirs. We do unto others as they do unto us. If we do not wish to encourage others because of our fear of they're success then we fail to blossom
ourselves. Others often tear others down in hopes of building their own self esteem. Common comments I hear everyday disturb me.
If you find yourself speaking using these terms often, rethink and
reajust because you are of no benifit to anyone.
lazy bitchy stupid sheltured ugly
slack slow careless dumb simple

There is many more negative adjectives in our lanaguage, I need not publish them all. But what I would like is for all of us, myself included, to start using more positive adjectives, more often and she how you make others and yourself blossom.
Best Of Luck

The Truth about Obsessions

In our world today, mental illness needs medication, it is said to be unhealthy, and needs to be corrected. But is that in fact true, perhaps our mental oddities give us purpose and direction with growth.
It is the minds ability to expand, create, and dominant thoughts that I find most amazing. It is in our own behavior and our own minds that pushes and encourages us to move forward.
I myself, have obsessive compulsive characteristics, sometimes minor, sometimes full blowen, depending on my obsessions.
When I was a child, I was obsessed with keeping my toys and things unused. I would recieve gifts, leave them in their packages, only to play with them on special days. I didn't want to share, or have things lost or broken. My room was orderly and all things kept in a special spot. If by chance something went amiss or was messed with I would be devastated. Though in time I learned to deal with it.
Over the years as I became a teenager this obsession turned into one about weight. As I lost some weight one summer over an illness, I soon became obsessive about weight loss. I would count every calorie, exercise religiously, and avoid public displays of eating.
Yes, I became thin, and very ill, soon the doctor and present boyfriend helped put me into the right perspective and I slowly got better.
Now, becoming a young adult gave me job and a pay check. Soon work became me, the paycheck a validation of whom I was. During one summer I had three jobs, no free time and very little joy. Coming home from work one day I burst into tears as my life was passing me by as all I did was work, eat and sleep. I slowed down and brought home a one way ticket else where.
Living in another province where english was not the first language gave me a different type of obsession, although at many times broke, frustrated and alone. I was determined to exist there.
To find work, to make friends and to learn the lanaguage. I did all of those things but situation took hold and after five months I returned home.
These are only a few examples of my life, and how my mental illness (as some would call it) has directed me, and taught me valuable lessons in life.
Today I am a feeler, I walk around life at given moments feeling pain, loneliness, frustartion, and despair of those around me. I am still obsessive compulsive but on given days it changes. One week it's painting the house, the next it's helping others, and the week after that it's quality time for the family. I can be extreme in what I do, but in doing so I absorb it, feel it, learn from it and move on.
Now, how does that make me an unhealthy individual?

Putting a Watermelon through the Eye of a Needle.

Although I am a religious person, my religious beliefs have to make sence to me. I have to see them as universal and attainable for all mankind. Like threading string through a needle they must fit the situation and benifit the cause for the good.

Of the most common of the Christian beliefs is marriage. The belief that sex before marriage is wrong, that pregnancy before wedlock is sinful, and that to be doing right by the eyes of the lord includes the involvement of church authority into the blessing of your marriage.

This to me is about as silly as putting a watermelon through the eye of a needle. Actually that is almost impossible. Just as I feel about the sin tied into the love and union of another without religious dogma tied to it. How does sin fit with the love of another. Love with moral intent that is.

Here is a good example, stranded on an island are man and women.
They fall in love, have sex, and the woman gets pregnant. Soon they are rescued, brought back to town, and attending church.
How does the church veiw this? Sin and shame, or a celebration of they're love?

How about the world being completely detroyed, a man and woman survive, loving each other they are true with the religious teaching of they're church. Therefore they refuse to have sex and procreate untill they find a bishop, or religious leader alive to bless they're union. They search for years, in the end killing each other
over sexual frustration.

Okay so now I am getting quite out of hand. The point is for years
people have felt shame and guilt for loving before blessing, children have been born as bastards, and women have given up children, or aborted, man and women fight because of it, society gossips around it and young lovers lie, hide and commit suicide as a result of it. Wedlock? What god would want this?

Therefore I give my blessing to all those unmarried lovers to go have sex, and procreate, because god told me it's okay. Just do it with good moral intent.

Sometimes we say and do stupid things.
I do that often.
Lacking forethought and consideration to others.
I need to stop being so opinionated, tackless, and rude.
Today I feel awful as I upset someone I admired and respected.
So I am here to say I am sorry, I was wrong.
I promise not to do it again, and I truly apologize.
And from this day forward, I shall take this and learn from it.
"From every lesson life teaches there is a teacher"

I would like to write something intelligent.
Though I am distracted by the children watching television.
As I listen to the lyrics of "Dudley The Dragon"

"Can you stomp like a dragon?"
"Can you breath like a dragon?"
"Can you snort like a dragon?"
"Can you shout like a dragon?"
As these words ring in my head, I find myself saying "YES I CAN"
in tune with the music. Could they be making fun of me as a parent.
As stomping, snorting, shouting and deep breathing have been an on going ritual in my home this week.

Perhaps this is a hidden message, or perhaps my conscience is bothering me. Perhaps?

Going Outside the Box

With the husband working up north, and me left here keeping things in tow. I have found I have had to step out of the box, and take on projects that I have little or no experience.
So yesterday with the oldest away at school, baby and I took on the challlenge of building a garbage box.
So with a jig saw in hand, a few two by fours and some one by sixes we went to work. At first I felt frightened by the power in the saw, flashes of bathing the children with one hand haunted me.
Though as I cut and measured board after board I soon felt a rush of power. The faster I worked the more I felt like I could build anything.
With a hammer and nails we assembled my vision of the "perfect garbage box." Four feet by two, large enough for two large garbage cans, and build along to front fence to match the design. I left the one side two feet high for easy access for the garbage man. Within three hours it was completed and painted.
I am very proud of my box, handcrafted by moi. Now for my dream home, I think I'll go outside today and pull out the skil saw.

And how was your day?