Wishful

I wish I had wings. Think of all the traffic you could avoid. The places you could get to in a hurry.

I wish I could cure cancer. What a hero I would be. Think of the families that would never know the sting of a long, drawn out death by cancer.

I wish I could deal with difficult people in a way that was more bark and less bite. Would I make more friends? Or would I simply not regret the harshness of my words.

I wish I wasn't so darn emotional. Sigh.

My Omi is dying. They discovered ovarian cancer earlier this week. I'm not a fool. I think she's been sick with it for a long time, but no one thought to check. She's eightish, a diabetic, with some other issues. The doctor wants to talk about treatments...

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

Leaver her alone!

If I could fly, I would already be down where she lives so she wouldn't be alone. As it is, it'll be a week before I can leave.

If I could cure cancer, I'd give her whatever time being cancer free would give her.

If I can control my bite, I'll only bark a little when the manager of the assisted living, the social worker, the doctor, and anyone else within biting distance won't have any teeth marks.

She's my grandmother. Mine! I have every right to want her moved up near my home. I have every right to support whatever decision she makes. She's not the only stubborn German in this family.

And I have every right to hear the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Don't sugar coat it. I can handle it.

I'll cry. That I promise, but I'll also listen and help Omi make good choices.

Mostly, I wish I didn't have to deal with any of this.

The Truth About Men

It’s a known fact. It is. Truly. My Beloved, will on occasion admit to it. Most men won’t. I suppose that makes my man a better man than most.

The simply truth is: When men are sick, men are babies.

Large, whining, moaning, sighing, BABIES!

God, in His infinite wisdom, gave woman the ability to suffer through the most arduous of stomach bugs, and still have dinner on the table by 5:30. She’ll have the bathroom cleaned, read a book to the babies, and probably have run to the grocery store. I know this for a fact. Not only have I done it, I’ve seen it done, by my mother no less.

I can be fairly compassionate and I seldom say what’s really on my mind.

(Oh, hush, it’s true!)

Then yesterday it struck me: Ladies we create these monsters!

Yes. It’s true! My boy (ooohhhh poor, poor Boy!) is recovering from having his wisdom teeth removed. It’s not fun and one certainly doesn’t feel very well after that. As I fussed and ran around, catering to his every need I realized the hard truth of it all: my future daughter-in-law is going to hate me.

Hate me I say!

Here I am, dithering about trying to keep Boy comfortable when, frankly, he could probably do some (not all) things for himself.

And it’s not just Boy I do this to! I do it to Girl too! Heck I’ve even done it to Soldier Girl during her pregnancy with the Game Master! Oi!

I’m not alone…am I? You do it too. You fuss and feel their foreheads. You run to the store (for the third time that day) for ginger ale. You’ve set the alarm and gotten them medicine in the middle of the night.

I know you have, because that is what women do.

Which leads me to wonder if the world would be better if we left these poor men to fend for themselves…

Nah…they’d be cranky as all get out and sick. They’d probably declare war on Tonga.

Dear future daughter-in-law,

Please know I did the best I could. I tried to be a good mom and sometimes I probably over did the nurse thing. I’m sorry I spoiled him. I’m sorry he’ll whine and make your head pound. You can always come to me and complain about what a baby he is. I’ll understand. I have the prototype (his father).

But know this, I’ll be watching just to see if you’re the same with your babies as I was with mine.

Love, Mom

Sniffles

Just so you know, I’ve accomplished nothing (nothing!) from my list of things to do today. I can’t shake this nasty cold and thus here I sit, wrapped in my blankie, sniffling and coughing. Achoo!

I’ve spent a good portion of this day watching Horatio Hornblower on DVD. It stars Ioan Gruffudd (from Amazing Grace) as well as many other fine actors. I adore the realism of life on the British ships during the Napoleonic Wars, the cunning of young Hornblower and the attention to historic detail. There’s nothing like a British naval battle when you’re stuck on the sofa with the sniffles.




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Okay, enough is enough. I’m all for protecting someone’s civil rights. I’m a flag waving, Bill of Rights supporting, Bible believing, kinda girl. I don’t care what color you are, what religion you practice, or what planet you come from, as long as you are a decent, hard working person that's good enough for me. But enough is enough!

Of the girls taken from the polygamist compound in Texas 31 out of 53 girls, age 14 and 17, have been or are pregnant. Read it for yourself here MSNBC.COM

Thirty-one girls. That's just so incredible that it staggers the mind. Gahh!

Then there's that sicko in Austria who held his daughter captive for 24 years (24 YEARS!) molesting her, abusing her AND the children he fathered with her for years. Read it here http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/04/29/austria.cellar/index.html

I think I better stop reading the news. It's just tickin' me off.

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