Between The Teeth

Monday, February 21, 2005

Thirty-Something Politics

Lately I have felt my head being tightened in a vice of social politics. The thirty-something mental and moral decline that seems to occur after the age of thirty. Wives leaving husbands, Mothers leaving children, and bed hopping like a viral infection.
I have tried to wrap myself in a shield of protection from the moral chaos that surrounds me, while still trying to remain unjudgemental.
Though tonight I am freeing myself from the thirty-something politics.

I cannot smile wholeheartedly and praise those women whom found the grass greener on the other side. I cannot feed a Mother the cultural ideal that their happiness is just as important as their families. That their self-esteem is above all other things, and needs to be nurtured. I am not saying that all married women should stay with their husbands, but if it is so bad you need to leave a man.....then don't be running to the arms of another crying the blues.

When families are broken because the relationship is to dry, the whole dynamics change. The children are affected, the families and extended families and close friends. The role of motherhood is a truly unselfish one. How does this show unselfishness?

I try not to be too critical, try to be open minded, try to understand. But I cannot. Just because my garden is dry does not mean I wish for rain so much that it floods my whole community. That would be devastating. All it takes is a little more effort on my part to water my garden once in a while.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

The Affect of New Pants

This weekend was Valentines Weekend, as well as my husbands birthday.
For Husbands birthday, we went out for dinner and had some friends over for a game of cards. Sunday, my husband due to go back up north asked me what I would like for Valentines Day. Without hesitation I asked for new hockey pants. Yes, you heard me, Hockey pants.

Puzzled by my request, he agreed, so off to Canadain Tire we went for my Valentines gift.

My old pants seemed to big and bulky, with new pants I was sure I could skate faster. Though besides that fact, I could see no romantic benifits.

Well, true be told, new hockey pants did more for me romantically than silk panties or a box of chocolates.

Last night was a big play-off game, in the dressing room I pulled out my new hockey pants to show my team mates. They owed and awed at the sleek shiney new pants. I felt great, as I pulled then up over my socks and tied and tighted the waist, I knew these pants would make me great. Tonight I would be a star. As we dressed for the big game all I could think was how lucky I was to have such a great husband to get me such a great gift.

We won the game 7 to 2. I was to play defence, but with my new pants I was asked to play left winger. I was so fast, so sleek, and proud.
After the game, the girls gave a big hooray and cheer for my new pants. And I kissed them.

When I got home, I phoned my husband at work, beaming with pride, I said, "I love you so much, and the pants were perfect!"

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Valentine Cup Play-Offs

It's not the Stanley Cup, it's the Valentine Cup Play-Offs for us local ladies. Next week it is hockey game after hockey game.
A ritual of protein powder shakes, yoga meditation, and beer drinking.
I am looking forward to the true compeditive nature of myself and the other ladies. The aggressive fight for power and control.
The victory shall be sweet. The defeat a humbling nessesity.

And so I'll be busy, but I'll try to keep you posted on the play by play action. So stay tuned for the Ladies Valentine Cup Play-offs.


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