That ain't a brain, that's a damn bees nest......
It's great to have kids still at home......you get exposed to "modern culture" and it seems you don't age as quickly as those that don't have them. Example - I wrote a friend of mine to tell her I started a blog today and she had no clue what "blogging" was. I attribute my knowledge about a lot of things to my daughter.
The title of this post comes from a popular cartoon character we all love here at home. Meatwad, of Aqua Teen Hunger Force says the funniest things. This past month we have been quoting the above line as if it were our own observation. It's nice to have something handy and ready to say when you don't know what else to fill the space with.
By far I think we communicate more than most families. Generally I presume everyone says what they feel and speaks what is on their heart, but I'm finding out even in our open minded culture a lot of people either don't know how to communicate or just don't want to ( or maybe they just don't want to communicate to me or with me???!!) And I guess at times I've been taken adavantage of because I'm a good listener and tend to believe what people say. As a child I always listened to my mother.....my mother likes to talk and she likes to talk about herself and her life and give her opinions. I wonder if she never "outgrew" that habit because she was a twin and maybe didn't get the chance to talk much as a child? I'll never know. She is from another time and of a different intellect than me, there is no way I can ask her that and have her know what I am asking. One time when her mother (my Mammy) was still alive and living her last days in the nursing home about a 2 hour drive from Lexington, we took a trip to go see her. My mom talked the entire time we were on the road and about the time we got there I finally turned my head and said to her "are you about through talking yet?" It hurt her feelings deeply, I could tell. Yes, I should have phrased it another way, but it occurs about every time I go and visit her now as well....I mean the constant talk about everything about "mom" makes my head hurt after 2 hours or so. And one day I realized that's basically the way all our conversations have taken place that I ever remember. So the times that I talked back and sassed were many times a way to be heard. I've never meant to dishonor her, I just wanted her to notice me. I'm sorry, mom.
I can't draw a grand conclusion to all this thinking, I just know this is one of the aspects of why I had an unhappy childhood. As I blog on throughout the year, I will appreciate this opportunity to get these bees out of here and find a brain.
The title of this post comes from a popular cartoon character we all love here at home. Meatwad, of Aqua Teen Hunger Force says the funniest things. This past month we have been quoting the above line as if it were our own observation. It's nice to have something handy and ready to say when you don't know what else to fill the space with.
By far I think we communicate more than most families. Generally I presume everyone says what they feel and speaks what is on their heart, but I'm finding out even in our open minded culture a lot of people either don't know how to communicate or just don't want to ( or maybe they just don't want to communicate to me or with me???!!) And I guess at times I've been taken adavantage of because I'm a good listener and tend to believe what people say. As a child I always listened to my mother.....my mother likes to talk and she likes to talk about herself and her life and give her opinions. I wonder if she never "outgrew" that habit because she was a twin and maybe didn't get the chance to talk much as a child? I'll never know. She is from another time and of a different intellect than me, there is no way I can ask her that and have her know what I am asking. One time when her mother (my Mammy) was still alive and living her last days in the nursing home about a 2 hour drive from Lexington, we took a trip to go see her. My mom talked the entire time we were on the road and about the time we got there I finally turned my head and said to her "are you about through talking yet?" It hurt her feelings deeply, I could tell. Yes, I should have phrased it another way, but it occurs about every time I go and visit her now as well....I mean the constant talk about everything about "mom" makes my head hurt after 2 hours or so. And one day I realized that's basically the way all our conversations have taken place that I ever remember. So the times that I talked back and sassed were many times a way to be heard. I've never meant to dishonor her, I just wanted her to notice me. I'm sorry, mom.
I can't draw a grand conclusion to all this thinking, I just know this is one of the aspects of why I had an unhappy childhood. As I blog on throughout the year, I will appreciate this opportunity to get these bees out of here and find a brain.
posted by Lora @ 9:49 PM
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