Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Sometimes you just need a laugh
  A couple of months ago I told my daughter that Burger King served horse-meat. I pride myself on being funny and I called it horse meat, because I already used my favorite "monkey meat" on another fast food place. So, the other day she asked if she could eat Burger King for dinner. My husband said yes and off we went. While in the drive- thru she's looking at all the advertising of the other items on the menu, and giving her critiques of the items being appealing or not. As we  paid for the food she says; " you know what I like horse meat!!"

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

    Reality TV really needs to knock it off. Why do all of the women have to fight to get a show? I mean really, these networks come up with the weirdest people to document that fight. "Doctors Wives", first episode I saw they pretend to be more classy because their calling each other names and saying remarks that hit below the belt, rather than throwing their fist. They wouldn't put it on if their wasn't a demand for it. So I guess we like to see that. To see the "bad girls" getting beat up and going to jail and the "basketball wives" throw drinks and sue one another. Can we get a voting committee for better programming?

Monday, March 18, 2013

       About over a week ago now I was doing homework with my first grader. I could tell that she was rushing through too eager to get to watching the TV. I stated to her that homework should be her priority. She innocently responded by asking "whats a priority?" The best example off the top of my head  was to say a priority is the most important thing. So I continue by saying homework is a priority because its the most important thing. Later on that evening my husband pointed out to me that priorities change. And that indeed homework was important but it isn't a priority, its a value. A value is apart of ones make up/character, it doesn't change. For example, homework is a value because it's always important and that doesn't change. On the other hand, something may come up that needs to be taken care of before you do your homework, and those are priorities.

Monday, March 4, 2013

It takes a village to raise a child. As parents we can be quick to"jump down" others throats when it comes to raising our children. For example, if we were walking down the street and stopped to look at the dressed mannequin and Mrs. Stranger pulled your child by the shirt to keep them from harms way.( let's say from getting hit by a car) We are not going to call her out her name, we're going to thank her and be most appreciative. If we take that same lady and woman however, we put them in a situation where the mother was paying attention and Mrs.Stranger gives the mother advice about the child. She is not going to say " thanks", she more than likely will tell her to mind her business. It takes a village to raise a child. We as parents don't have all the answers. Before we jump let's understand what's being said to us and/or our child and see how we can use it, it may help.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

  My little cousins birthday was coming up and she stopped by my house on her way to the tattoo shop.I cannot tell a lie and say that I even remember what she told me she was going to get because I was so amazed by the dialogue that followed.She told me she was getting the bottom of her belly button pierced and a tattoo. It just seem like the right thing to do, which is asking her if her mother was aware of all this. She shook her head to reply yes.She's about 5'10, her weave lays all the way down her back, and she's only 15. I asked her, why was she getting the bottom of her belly button pierced? She shut my mouth and told me, she already had the top pierced. Did I already let you know she was 15? When I was growing up my mother didn't allow me to wear any type of fake hair. When or if we do allow our daughters to wear extensions, what length is appropriate? Should we allow our children to ink their bodies permanently, to suffice a phase they may be going through temporarily? Do we unknowingly promote the very thing we don't want our daughters to be? Too grown. I call it trendy parenting.