I am hearing of Muslims being insulted and attacked following what happened in Paris. Come on people! Educate yourself! Not all Muslims are extremists. Not all extremists are Muslims either. If we are going to attack a particular religion because of the sins of some radical idiots, then we are plain idiots!
Sometimes we wish that our families were a little more…like family. More like your friends’ families. You know how Andrew’s mom rushes over to babysit when needed. Or when Mel’s sister offers free sitting and enjoys spending time with Mel’s kids. How about Lisa and Michael? Lisa parents are retired and attend every function, every game and every school activity that Lisa’s and Michael’s kids are in. Yep, sometimes we wish our families were a little more….like family.
But if you don’t have the BEST family, make the BEST of the family you have. They are still. FAMILY.
Imagine you were given a few days to live. How would that prognosis change your life? You would probably start to ‘really’ live your life, if you are still physically capable. Doing the things you held back on, going places, speaking your mind, etc.
Now imagine that you found out through the grapevine that your job, the one you really loved, your dream job, was on the line. What would you do, other than the obvious which is go job hunting? If you really loved the job, you would start working that much harder, making sure you put in a hard, earnest and honest effort. You would impress the boss to the point where he couldn’t afford losing an employee like you.
Now imagine living like your job and your life were on the line. Stop. Go out there and LIVE LIKE IT! Thank me later.
Today I watched my dog eat her own poop with disgust. Not, she wasn’t disgusted, I was. I turned to my wife and said, “See hon, that’s the reason why I wouldn’t let a dog lick my face or kiss me like some dog owners do.” She replied by telling me that the dog was probably hungry as we hadn’t fed her for a long time. “Well you don’t feed me for a long time sometimes but you don’t see me eating my crap.” Was my smart comeback.
Was thinking about this ‘Valentines Day’ thing while writing a card for my wife. I never could understand it. Shouldn’t it be ‘Valentines’ Day’ since it’s a day for Valentines? Or maybe singular possessive as in, ‘Valentine’s Day’? which would make it a personal thing as in, ‘It’s your valentine’s day’? Never mind, I probably confused you. Happy whatever you call it!
And I’m not talking about the ones that play sports either. I actually didn’t have time for much sports. With all the girls then later women to take care of, sports had to take a back seat.
On the weekend, while cleaning the house, I was listening to some old songs from back in the day. Reggae and hip hop mix. To my surprise, every song jogged a memory of time spent with a particular girlfriend. “Oh that song was me and Michele’s right there!” “This jam I listened to in the car with Debbie.” And so it went on…And that’s when I realized that I used to be a player.
Don’t hate the player, just hate the game.
I admit, I am out of touch with reality. I still believe in the things I was taught were right and wrong, acceptable and unacceptable. I still uphold the practice of treating women like the weaker sex, opening doors for them and handling them like precious jewels. I don’t accept that a sulky, rude and disrespectful teen is just being a teen. I still cling to the old belief that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. Not that I am actively against such, just that I am too old school to accept this drastic change. In fact, although I have friends who are gay, I fail to accept and embrace that lifestyle as normal. Sorry, I’m just too damn old school.
I am so entrenched in my old ways that I still administer a good ole fashioned spanking to my kids when they misbehave! Yes, heavens forbid! Don’t hate me if you are new age because I don’t hate you. I am just too damn old school to accept what’s ‘cool’. Cool is being gay, leaving your husband or wife for a same-sex partner, parading nude in public, flaunting your sexual preference, treating a dog better than you would treat a human being and allowing your teens to be teens. I am so not cool.
So you see, I have a big problem. It’s not you, it’s me. This blogger is just too old school. Sometimes you really cannot teach an old dog new tricks.