Showing posts from January, 2014

And let's not forget!

I thought of more !  I also nag to make sure: That you know how to use an ever-loving trash can, for crying out loud, for pete's sake, for the love of that same pete, for all that is holy, for the sake of my sanity, and so that you do not live your days in squalor. [Related] That you understand in the very marrow of your bones that my car is not a trash can. That you know how to pray. That, when I completely lose my cool, you understand it as me offering you a cautionary tale and not as me being a massive hypocrite. That you know how to cheer for the underdog. That you kinda sorta get that clean is better than dirty, just because it is. That you know how to lose graciously.  Why yes, I did watch the NFC Championship this past Sunday, why do you ask? That you remember to bring the garbage can in after pick up day without being reminded. That you are grateful for what you have and what other people do for you. That gaining back a person's trust after you have sq

To Nag or Not To Nag...

…is not even a question. As your mother, it is my responsibility, along with your father, to ensure: That you arrive places safely. That I know who you are with. That you know how to boil water without burning the house down. That you can do your own laundry without destroying your precious Arsenal jersey. That you can do your own laundry without breaking a major appliance and costing us precious dollars. That you are polite to adults. That you understand the value of hardwork. That you have as many doors open to you later in life as possible. That you don't make really stupid social media decisions. That you understand why drugs are bad. That you respect the opposite sex. That you take care of your body. That you eat lots of vegetables and drink lots water. That you learn how to control yourself when you are angry. That you know the importance of forgiveness and compromise. That you know and follow The Golden Rule. That you do chores. That you do chores w

Miley, This is One Girl's Opinion

My nine year old daughter is a great observer of life.  She frequently shares little gems of insight based on what she sees around her and the decisions she makes about all of it. Today, we were in the car, listening to Taylor Swift.  I was thinking about how Ms. Swift writes all her own music, and how her particular combination of talents -- the writing and the singing -- are pretty impressive.  Out of the blue, my daughter piped up from the backseat: " Mom, you know what I don't like?  I don't like it when a singer has a really great voice, but then sings with it in songs that are, I don't know, kinda, ya' know, dumb ." (Somehow, I knew she wasn't talking about Taylor Swift, but I thought it was interesting that we had been mulling over similar topics…)   She went on: " I think it's just sad when a singer with a really great voice uses it in really stupid songs.  Like Miley Cyrus!  I mean, she's got a great voice, but she