About Me~, Uncategorized, Writing

My Way, or the Highway………

 

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Commercial advertising these days has become somewhat of a conundrum for me lately.  On the one hand, I think some of the creativity is quite hysterical. The little mini -pony who is shunned by the bigger horses, so his owner orders him a “pony-door”, so he might enter the house ,  thereby rendering his larger pony buddies jealous. Or the long-running gag of the pistachio consortium with celebrities  saying things like , “Ms. Piggy does it like a diva.” But, humor being few and far between, I have noticed a disturbing trend lately.  Commercials more and more often , “man bash“. The advertising execs in these  companies  seem to think that the way to get a woman to buy a product ( ANY PRODUCT!) , is to make the  male of the species feel as though he were nothing more than  a single -celled amoeba on the bottom of the gene pool.  In the first instance I call to you attention the commercial for dishwasher packets . The kindly husband has gone to the store and done the shopping, bringing home the “wrong” brand of detergent. His wife then proceeds to tell him all the reasons WHY he was wrong for getting “THAT” brand, until he meekly says, “I’m going back to the store , aren’t I?”  to which she says, “Yes. Yes you are.” Not one thank you did he get for going shopping in the first place, nor did his wife say, I should have been more specific about what kind we needed. NO. It was automatically the man’s fault, and he was made to look stupid. Another of this type of commercial that is  going around is the one where the husband is changing the baby’s diaper on top of the kitchen counter. Again the woman rolls her eyes, and makes a big show of using a cleaner to wipe off the counter. This type of sexism is not limited to commercials for adults either. If you ever have time to just sit and really pay attention to the advertisements , it seeps into the products for children as well. On a certain peelable orange companies commercials, little girls are blatantly allowed to mean to their little brothers, where if this behavior were reversed, there’d be an uproar! It’s everywhere in society, seemingly parents teaching their girls younger and younger, that “Boys are stupid.”  “ Girls are better.” And why shouldn’t they teach their daughters that, this generation of women seems to feel that way themselves.  I’ve heard women speak about their husbands in ways that I found totally shocking. “Why bother asking your husband to do it, he’ll just screw it up anyway?”  , “There’s no way I’d send my husband to the store, he’d never get the shopping right. , “He tried to fold the laundry for me the other day, and it was a joke. I had to completely refold it.” It has to be their way or the highway, and heaven forbid their husband have a different opinion than theirs, or they will run him over like three-legged dog.   Where is all this blatant disrespect for men coming from? Whatever happened to being proud of your mate, and letting him know he’s appreciated for what he does? Listening to HIS thoughts and ideas, and using his input?  Of course he’s not “perfect“, but last time I checked , these “ladies” runnin’ their mouths off , weren’t paragons of perfection themselves!  How much better would our relationships be if we gave credit where credit was due, ” Thanks babe, for getting the soap at the store.” or,  “I sure appreciate you taking the time to fold the clothes. ”  What’ s really more important, that it was done  “the RIGHT way”, or that it was done with love?  And it doesn’t hurt to brag on your husband to someone else every now and again. I know I was blessed by the Good Lord above with my husband.  He might not BE perfect, but he’s perfectly suited to me,  and I want everyone to know that I am proud to call him mine!

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About Me~, Writing

K.I. S. S. ~

DRAMA ALERT! The world these days seems full of drama .  It’s everywhere. People post their private business everywhere. Facebook, Twitter, their blogs, everywhere.  Drama is nothing new, I know. When I was little, believe it or not, people had what you call “a party line”.  You know, where people share a telephone line with other people. We were on a party line with several others, and others used to listen in. That’s how in small towns, everybody knew everything about everyone else. But we didn’t necessarily get out in public and “air our laundry” if you know what I mean.  I was taught that wasn’t polite, and I’m afraid I’ve spoiled my boys somehow.  We don’t DO drama.  They don’t understand the whole , “Let’s make a scene! Carryin’ on with people !”  We’re a really honest bunch, and I’ve taught them not to play games. Say what you mean. If you want something ask. You don’t talk about people behind their back, and you always keep your word.  Simple right? We homeschool, we go to church, we see family. They work with their Grandpa. So when they go out around what other people call, “the real world”, they don’t understand people.  People lie, people backstab, people carry on with one another , people play games.   It’s ridiculous.  And all because honesty seems to be a particularly lacking quality these days.  I suppose it all runs down to the fact that my husband and I have a different relationship than most folks , which my boys have taken as normal.  We’ve been together almost 20 years.  We’re best friends. So the way we work things is, “If you want to go to dinner, ask.  If you want a phone call , call me!” I’ve never understood how people can get all het up over something, and be angry with someone , when the person has NO idea what you are angry about!! Men are actually really easy to understand. Just be up front. Say exactly what you mean. They don’t read minds.  My husband tells me all the time , if women knew how simple men were, they would get along in the world a whole lot easier.  I always tell HIM, if PEOPLE were  honest with everyone, the whole WORLD would get along a lot easier.  So, Keep It Simple Stupid, lol.

About Me~

All That Glitters~

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Well today is <3's day . You know the day everybody supposedly is supposed to celebrate their true loves with diamonds and chocolates and flowers. My husband and I are a bit of an odd couple I guess. We don't really DO Valentine's . I've always told people , "He shows me he loves me everyday, he doesn't need a holiday for an excuse." I do admit, he spoils me terribly. But not in the way that you would think. I guess I'm a bit odd too, in the fact that I'm not a jewelry person. I never have gotten people's fascination with diamonds. I've seen the shiny cases full of every type of ring, bracelet, bead and bauble. They glitter, and drive some of my girlfriends into the craziest state , causing them to say things to or about their husband like , "He'd better bring home jewelry , if he knows what's good for him. " Or , "I expect a ring at least!" all said in a serious manner. But, I mean they're ROCKS , people! They come up out of the ground just like any other kind of rock. Sure , they're polished up to look all gorgeous, but it's STILL just a ROCK. So I'm not a blingy girl. So does he bring me flowers ? Dozens of bouquets of velvety cut roses? No. I'm not really into that either. If he WERE going to buy me a rose, I'd prefer a live one you could plant in the yard and see bloom every year. But no, that's not how he spoils me. So what do I get from hubs that I think is better than the most expensive tiny thing in that famous turquoise box? After all , all that glitters is NOT gold. Treasure for me is found someplace else entirely. Books. I got BOOKS. Two fat hardbacks and a paperback. When I found them and said , "I can't choose! Should I get the Clive Cussler or the new Star Wars novel?" He said , "Why choose? ?" So don't turn me loose in Tiffany's or Xales . Give me Books a Million or the book aisle in Wal Mart , cause I think a 400 page novel beats a diamond bracelet any day of the week.

Poetry, Uncategorized

The Total ~

He smells of worn leather and grease.

Of the outdoors and mysterious things.

He walks  a little slower now , then he did years ago.

Joints snap and crackle when he bends them, these days.

There’s a little frosty patch in the dark of his hair.

Just an angel-kissed place to remind me of all I’ve put him through.

Those hands of his that I noticed so long ago,

have a few more scars.

Each one with a story that I know.

The world might look at him , and pass by,

without notice.

But the total of those parts , inside and out,

make the man I love……..

breathtaking.

About Me~

The Invisible Tenant ~

We have a mysterious fifth person living in our house. I myself have never seen him, but my kids claim to have caught glimpses of him out of the corner of their eyes. He’s a very busy person if the children are to be believed. Even the husband himself has said he’s been into some things. He’s a pretty interesting character, with some type of super powers , as well. Powers like being in more than one place at a time, and invisibility as I mentioned before. He also has super speed, and stealth capabilities, too.
Who is this devious person? And how did he come to live with me ? Why , it’s “NotMe!”. As in , “Who used the last of the milk and put the empty container back in the refrigerator?” …….”NotMe!” Or how about, “Who unfolded all the laundry looking for a sock?”…….”NotMe!” Or this one , if you believe the hubs…..”Who moved all the stuff that was on the table?” …….”NotMe!” Of course, we also can’t forget that when it is turn to do something unpleasant the dear “NotMe” is never there when it ‘s “his” turn. “Who’s turn is it to empty the litter -box?”……..”NotME?” “NotMe?” Helllllllooooooooo…………? Nope. Nowhere to be found. I told my children and the hubster the other day, “NotMe” does so much stuff around here, maybe he ought to start chipping in with the bills. But, of course, if I were to ask, “Who’s turn is it to pay the light bill?” He’d probably just say , “NotMine!”, and I don’t think I can handle a sixth person hanging out here.

About Me~

29 Days~

Today is the first day of February.  I know the 14th is Valentine’s Day, and that is the “traditional” day to give gifts , cards, and sentiments.  But in case you haven’t noticed, I ‘m not much for tradition just for the sake of it.  I like to do things differently, so I’ve decided for every day in February I would write about something that I love or appreciate in those I have in my life.

I’m going to start off with my husband of 15 years.  I guess the first thing I want to say is when he said in sickness and in health, the poor man definitely did NOT know what he was getting himself in for!  In our 15 year together, I have had 5 surgeries, spent many , many weeks in the hospital, had literally HUNDREDS of doctor’s visits, been in a wheelchair, used a walker, been unable to drive or care for myself for weeks at a time, unable to cook, clean, do laundry , and basically just been of no physical use to anyone for long periods. I ‘ve ballooned up to nearly 200 pounds and temporarily lost a lot of my hair.  Without complaint he has held my hand while I was in tremendous pain, held my head while I vomited, and just held me while I cried.  He has pushed me in a wheelchair up and down the hallways and sidewalks of Children’s Hospital, when our son was hospitalized there after his premature birth.  He has worked at crummy jobs just so we have money to eat, and pay bills.

All this from a man who never set out to get married, or have children of his own.  When the going got tough, he didn’t give in, give up , or give out.  He never said once that he was sorry for marrying me, or that this was not what he signed up for.  He has never said that anything was too hard, or been anything less than supportive.  He never tells me “Why can’t you just get over this?”, or  “This is your fault.”

So for anyone who says that there is no real love left in this world, I would have to say you’re wrong.  I have seen real love.  I have had the privilege of living with it every day , in every moment, for the last 15 years of my life.

And even though these words would never be enough to show it, I want to say them anyway.  “I love you .  And for all you ‘ve done, thanks , babe.”

About Me~

The Other Half~

Me and My Husband

Do you have a person who brings out the best in you?  Who are they , and why do you think they have this ability?  What makes them able to do this?

My person is my husband.  We’ve been together 16 years and will be married 15 in December.  He is really my complete opposite in personality, so I guess it’s true what they say about attraction.  I’m kind of hyper, a little crazy, like bright colors and funky music.  I talk, talk, talk, and he’s quiet.  I sometimes don’t think about what I say before I say it, and he thinks about everything that comes out of his mouth.  I’m a people person, and he’s reserved.  But, I guess the funny thing about that is , we really do make a whole pair that way.  If a phone call needs to be made to someone we don’t know, I don’t mind, cause I can just about talk to anybody.  If someone needs a person to hear them out when they are upset, my husband is the one you need, because he will quietly listen.  If we ‘ve got to have a problem with our kids disputed, we need the hubby. He can be calm and cool.  I , however, will  be emotional and teary and the whole nine yards.  I guess maybe you could liken it to one thing. If you’re going to a funeral , you need him, and if you’re going to a party ya’ need me!

Of course with us being together so long, he can also bring out the worst in me.  Even though it’s not intentional ( I hope!)  he has some habits that just drive me wild!  He leaves his stuff everywhere.  A typical male habit , I’m told.  On this chair, in this drawer , across this cabinet.  He is sloooooooow to make decisions, and I feel like he is molasses sometimes.  ( But then again, “I” of the snap decisions need someone to moderate my impulses occasionally!)  I like meeting new people , and he would really rather live under a rock.  This is an old family trait , he tells me.  When men of his family reach a certain age, they become hermits.

So, hopefully we balance each other out.  It’s a give and take .  I have a very strong personality, I think, so sometimes maybe he’s more on the giving end.      I never really thought about how one person can keep us grounded, mellow us out, and just make us a better person, but he does all that for me.          And I’ve given him a little more gray in  return! Gee, I think that earns the boy  an extra big kiss when he gets home, don’t you?

 

Here’s to that one special person~ Ruby Jeanette