08.19.03
Posted in Kids and Parenting Stuff at 12:50 am by Jules
What a headache I’ve got right now! Ugh. There’s nothing worse than a spent-too-much-time-sweating-in-the-sun-with-a-ponytail-too-tight headache. It’s wreaking havoc on me.
I don’t know how we did it growing up. Did my mom get off work earlier or something? There just hardly seems time for activities, homework, dinner, and bath before bed anymore!
We signed the rugrat up for soccer last week, and her preliminary meeting was today. I thought it would be a get-together for team rosters and handing out uniforms, etc. Instead, they ended up going over rudimentaries for an hour and a half. (It began at 6:00.) I still can’t believe my daughter was actually using her head to hit a ball. *shock* I hope she’ll like it. I think it will do her some good.
So, we get home at almost 8:00 - which is when she usually starts getting ready for bed. After eating and taking a quick bath, it was after 9:00, and her homework still wasn’t completed. Ugh. So, here it is - almost 10:00 p.m. and she’s still working on homework. (Note: If my child doesn’t get her required sleep, she’s practically useless! Her bedtime is 9:00 p.m. during the school week.) I don’t know how we did it when I was a kid. I took piano lessons (which meant daily practice) and took part in many sports activities. Now I know why parents are so ill when they get home in the evenings. LOL.
There MUST have been more hours in the day back then.
wills headache away
BE GONE
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08.15.03
Posted in General at 12:42 am by Jules
I’m sitting in a hotel room, connected to the internet. This is the first time I’ve ever done this!! Cool.. LOL
Yes, Entipy is easily-amused. I just feel so… connected! 
My mom, my daughter, and I made the 6+ hour car trip today, and guess what topic of conversation came out! Yep, that’s right. We finally talked about the Pagan beliefs issue. Everything is pretty much out in the open now. Surprisingly enough, my mom and I ended up believing some of the same things (or at least along the same lines) about Jesus and the Bible, etc. I was pleased with that. She still doesn’t like the fact that I’m Pagan, of course, but at least it’s all out in the open now. I tried to make a joke tonight at dinner; I’m not sure if it went over very well. I said I was going to cast a no-stink spell or something. LOL. (I’ve never cast a spell in my life.)
Anyway, I’m going to enjoy my hotel room surfing a bit now.
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08.12.03
Posted in General at 12:39 am by Jules
It must be nice to be able to say whatever you like whenever you like to whomever you like without regard for that person’s feelings. It must be nice to be able to drag someone over the coals then call back thirty minutes later and be friendly without a second thought of your previous actions.
Although I truly wouldn’t want to be this way, I still think it must be a lot less stressful to act in this manner than to consider carefully everything you say before you say it. Don’t misunderstand me. I do not admire people who behave in such a fashion. I do not ascribe to be more like them. But I do think they must carry a lot less around with them than I do.
Edited on Aug 12th 2003, 01:41 by entipy
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08.05.03
Posted in General at 12:20 am by Jules
I found this on my hard drive tonight. These specific thoughts are almost a year old, but I still feel the same way.
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Driving home tonight, I was struck by the vacant streets through which I traveled. There were no children. I didn’t see a single child 1) in a yard 2) on a bicycle 3) walking down the street — nothing.
I thought, “What a shame.”
Then I started thinking further, and I realized it is as much my fault as it is anyone else’s.
I remember the days of riding my bike all the way across town during the summer (when I was not much older than my daughter is now) to go to the public swimming pool. I remember tromping through the woods with my friends making up “war” scenes and other scenarios into which we threw ourselves whole-heartedly. Any small scrap tossed aside by adults became our domain of props for the next big adventure. I remember the “fort” we built in the woods using string, an old knife (so dull it wasn’t much use for anything but hacking green branches in futility), forks and spoons, and old army canteens. That was our world.
Flash forward to now.
I see children riding bikes on their neighborhood streets, and what is the first thought that pops into my head? “Hmph! Their parents aren’t watching them closely enough.” If I were to come across a patch of kids in the woods playing with old things, I would think, “Hooligans in the making…” — today I stopped.
What has happened to us? Are we so afraid of living that we are stifling our children by not allowing them the simple yet undeniably life-building experiences we had growing up? To my knowledge, my daughter has never tramped off through the woods. The sad thing is, there are woods right next to our house! PERFECT for tramping! Yet, if I were to find out she had been in there, I would be highly upset and punish her accordingly. Why?
Why are we so afraid? Kidnappings? Molestation? Rape? Murder?
Sure…..
But if we live under a shelter forever, we will never feel the cool rain on our faces. Never smell the sweet honeysuckle and musky forest less than ten feet away. Is that worth it?
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