Intention Is A (Beep!)
If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks, then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.- Zora Neale Hurston
In my situation, what was misunderstood was my intention.
But intention – or more accurately, the correct interpretation of intention – is subject to personal filters, attitudes, sense of [...]
Don’t Start None – Won’t Be None
If Oldest Son (fyi: 20 yrs old) doesn’t start showing some true initiative about getting a job, I’m going to come un-F*CKING-done. He’s got such a negative self-concept and world view, and it’s making him such a freeloader.
AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
(Thank you – I really needed that!)
Every time I ask him about what he’s doing toward [...]
Tags: expectations, motherhood, Oldest Son
Let Me Whinge Because My Rack Is Too Big
And whinge I will!
Maybe you are asking, “What’s whinge?”
Well. let me tell you a little story before we get to why my rack is too big…and for what.
While catching up with ImBeingHeldHostage this evening, I came across a word I didn’t know, had never seen before, and could not, for the life of me, figure [...]
Tags: connections, friends, Other Stuff
Monday, Monday…
Ok, it’s a Monday, for real. I contemplated whether I should sub today and finally ended up accepting a job at the middle school.
Between first and second hour, my cell phone rings. I open it up to see who is calling and at just that moment, I drop it. It breaks into two pieces (as [...]
Tags: Oldest Son, PDD, Second Son
One More Attempt at Journaling
I’m trying out a new piece of software today. You see, I have always been admonished to keep a journal, and over the years, I have made several attempts, but they were all short-lived, for one reason or another. Since the advent of blogging, I thought I’d finally be consistent with journaling – but alas [...]
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If I Hear That Song One More Time…
…I may explode. It truly is a great song, one which I, had today not occurred, might have played over and over again, myself.
Now I know what my mother was complaining about when I was a teenager. I used to do the same thing. I’d put the speakers from the stereo on the floor facing [...]
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