06.26.06
Posted in at 9:25 am by queent
Work is still my excuse to post “filler”. I thought this was really cute, so I’m sharing.
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, “I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it.”
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat
sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s property or ever arrested for any crime.
It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what’s wrong with the world today. It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!
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06.23.06
Posted in at 9:22 am by queent
I could post a real entry but I got so much going on with work, that it would just take too much energy to talk about it. In the meantime, I see this email that describes people based on their birth month about three darn months. My month always is rigth on point so I’ll post it. I’ll catch you on on work-life issues once all the dust settles.
———-FEBRUARY BABY ——————–
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.
Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.
Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.
Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest
and loyal. Determined to reach goal s. Loves
freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves
aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.
Gets angry really easily but does not show it.
Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends
but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn.
Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.
Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the
inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.
Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.
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06.14.06
Posted in at 11:20 am by queent
You like the chase. No matter how you try to convince us otherwise, you like it. You thrive on it. If you didn’t, when we make ourselves available to you, you wouldn’t lose interest in us. We tell you no; you try to figure out how to get us to say yes. Yes to a date; yes to a kiss; yes to it all. Why? Because you have the need to feel like you are in control; like you ‘won’.
You say you don’t want to play games; you say you want us to just tell you what you want, to be straightforward. But you don’t really. You are as traditional as we are. You want to chase, and we want to be chased. That’s right; we like it when you chase us. We get a little thrill out of telling you no, just to see if you will come back and try a little harder. We want to see if you are serious about what you want. Are you motivated enough to work a little for what you want? Because we are worth it, and we know we are worth it. But the question is: do you know it? You aren’t going to tell us; and to be honest, if you did, we’d probably think it was game anyway. Oh sure, you can fake showing it. But you can only keep it up for so long. We’ll let you chase us a little bit, just to see if you will.
It can be dangerous on either side. You may be chasing with bad intentions. We may just be stringing you along. That doesn’t last very long though. Someone will wise up or someone will get bored if the chase isn’t going as they intended. There will be an equal balance in a ‘true’ chase. You’ll pursue, we’ll give in just a little, but keep you chasing after more. In time, you will catch us. By then, we’ll realize we should be chasing something together.
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Posted in , , at 9:17 am by queent
I go home every year in the summer, for one reason or another. This year, I’m going for my ten year high school reunion. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone, even the people that I had some beef with. It’s been ten years and it was high school, I could care less about that stuff. I was pretty quiet my freshman and sophomore years. I knew many people, but ran with very few. My junior and especially senior years, I came out of my shell a little more and socialized more. So I am anxious to see who comes.
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06.08.06
Posted in , at 9:17 am by queent
Stress = Urges to shop incessantly
Not a good thing…lol
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