A Day at the Miramar Air Show

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Hell in a Handbasket

In a perfect world you grow up with the perfect family, graduate high school, go to a great college, land a great job, find a husband, get married and then start your own perfect family and the cycle continues.  But we all know that this is not a perfect world and sometimes these ideals that are so cemented into our society end up ruining our lives.  I know many people who measure their success with these so-called standards that we set as life’s benchmarks.  

I think that the success of a person is not in their completion of these “benchmarks” but rather in the choices they make, how they choose to live with those choices and in the ability to be selfless, giving and humble.  Accountable of course. 

We all want things we don’t have but some people believe that if they don’t have those “things” they are somehow less than someone who has all those “things”  Is that fair?  Is that how we should feel?  Life is all about choices.  Make the right choices, for you, and life will be just fine. 

Two of my best friends are losing their homes.  One is losing her home because she makes bad choices, is not accountable, especially to herself, and in some crazy way thinks that society / life has just dealt her a bad hand.  She truly believes that she does everything she can to make a good life for her family and would swear to your face that she does.  Me, I’m not sure.

My other girlfriend has been making all the right choices, seems to be accountable to those that matter and what does she get?  NOTHING!  Her life  and livelihood are all going to hell in a handbasket!

Saturday

I’m finally getting my nails done. Hooooraaay!! The Tiny Might Bears lost pretty bad -so sad. We are off to the beach today to celebrate James’ birthday. Labor Day Weekend – woo hoo!

Waverunners vs. Kids Quest

Niko and Trevor are loving the waverunnes but what do you think they love more?  Kids Quest.  Yep.  The Jumpin Jamin of the Avi.  You can check the kids in and pick them up whenever you want.  There’s karaoke, there are slides and climing things,  playstation, arcade games, a sort of soda fountain shop when they can eat lunch or dinner.  It’s great.  I wish there was one down the street from my house.  No such luck.  They really did have a good time riding the waverunners.  The weather was perfect today.  I think it was 95 degrees outside and the water wasn’t too cold.  We couldn’t of had nicer weather.  I’m glad we decided to take this last trip before school starts.  Matt made it out here today.  I had my doubts, but he pulled through.  Brownie  points for Dad!

Today – Kindergarten Testing

Do they really need to test for Kindergarten?  I think they want to check to see if the kids can write their numbers from 1 to 30, write their names, use scissors, hop on one foot, etc.  I’m sure Tevor will do fine.  Personally, I can’t wait.  I hope he is as excited as I am.  The picture was his last day of Jr. Kindergarten.

Trevor
And we’re off to Kindergarten

Am I too self-centered to have a successful family and marriage?

Is it because I was raised by a single mother or maybe feminism that has left me with severe criticism for just about everything the man does? If I listen to the feminists or the jilted single mothers, man is evil, stupid, and ridiculously tyrannical. Both of these things have played a decisive role in denigrating the family unit for me. Will I ever get it right?

Is my husband insensitive, uncaring, and oblivious? I don’t think so. I think that if I expect him to be a mind-reader I will be left feeling this way. I’ve learned to be direct, obviously subtle hints don’t work.

I make sure I tell my husband whether I want advice, or if I just need him to listen. He thinks he is my savior and gets very frustrated if he can’t fix what’s bothering me (even if it doesn’t need fixing).


We are verbal creatures, which I’ve learned is very frustrating to men, especially mine. I need to carefully choose topics and then it’s all in the timing. When carefully chosen, discussions are effortless and enjoyable.

I try to take what he says at face value. He’s not complicated, yet sometimes he over analyzes.


I need love just as I need air to breathe. Is respect my husband’s air? Is that the blueprint for a happy marriage? Shouldn’t we both treat each other with dignity – we both deserve it.


I think respect means not giving way to anger, or showing disapproval towards him in front of the kids. He inherently believes that this will damage his reputation and thus is a showing of disrespect. (I think)


I know he loves my attention, affection, and affirmation.


So does respect involve paying attention to what he does? Of course it does! Even more importantly, I think respect is allowing him to be different than me..


We both want to be appreciated for the things we do. Respect each other.


I often harp on my husband for the things he hasn’t done. I suppose respecting him would mean admiring him for the things he has done. I should be acknowledging him for being the head of the household and the breadwinner. I should think of him as my hero!


We as parents need to be shining examples. We are supposed to teach our children how to love their spouses and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy yet content and to be kind and helpful.

We as women are given the power of affectionate. We give birth to men and from then on they spend their lives searching for our acceptance and approval..A man is putty in the hands of the woman he loves. Honestly, if I give my husband direct communication, respect, appreciation, good food, and good loving, he will do just about anything I want.


Maybe I should tell him EVERYDAY how much I appreciate him. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.

I know I’m rambling on and on . .  I think I’m trying to convince myself!

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