Refereeing BITES

Taken with the iPhone by my 5YO - I love this photo so much.

My girls are at the stage where the bickering is common place.

I am losing my mind.

I can't even tell you how much I loathe, loathe with every fiber of my being and then loathe some more the refereeing that I am ordered to do.

It's so pleasant because when they order me to referee it's often accompanied by whining, screaming, ferocity, crying...and all manner of gnashing of teeth.

Sometimes I go in another room and ignore the unpleasant call of MOMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

I wait.

I wonder how long it will take them to stop yelling to tattle for any number of minor infractions against each other. I wonder how long it will then take for them to come find me. Then I wonder ... if I can find another location to sneak to.

When one of them finally finds me - they don't get no... sat-is-faction. (sing it sistah!)

I tell them to calm down, to speak clearly, and then I ask them...after they've listed a litany of abuse from their sister, what they're going to do about it, and feign indifference.

They leave. And within minutes are buddies again.

That quick reversal is all that's keeping me from a straight jacket, and blowing my brains out with a ref's whistle.

...now I totally, totally understand how obnoxious my siblings and I were as kids... with the "he's touching me, she's touching me...wah, wah, wah" driving our parents completely, utterly, into lunatics.

It's easy to be a hero

...with girls like mine.

Today it was 63 degrees.

My hubby cleaned up the kitchen island and washed the car, while I vacuumed, did laundry and tried to pick up after my two Tasmanian devils.

The girls, played Rapunzel, dressed up, put on shows and then... for their grand finale - put on their bathing suits to blow bubbles and create puddles out in our backyard.

I was against the water idea at first, because it is still February, for crying out loud. And...we're still getting over colds.

But... what the doo doo - I gave in. I filled up a big bowl of warm water for them to scoop and pour over our patio. And that resulted in...

"Mom you are so creative! You filled up a bowl with water!"

"Mom, you are the BEST!"

"Mom, chicka-chika boom Yeah!"

"Mom this is the best day!"

... see, it's easy to be the hero. Only, I think they are the true heroes- they put this big huge grin on my face I can't seem to wipe off.

Love to Laugh

It makes me laugh.

It really does.

When people state carte blanche that they don't gossip, or don't understand people who get offended, because they themselves never, ever get offended...I giggle uncontrollably. Well, the funny people inside my head do. They giggle so hard that they forget to make my face move out of its stunned mask.

You know that with either of those statements, that that particular person totally gossips and totally gets offended, and/or extra sensitive...also, crazy.

So I don't make those sweeping statements about myself.

Why?

Because I am human.

Which means I experience human emotions, which I am not ashamed of.

The key is to feel them, recognize them, and then choose to do something about them.

Feeling ashamed, or making totally asinine comments deriding any emotion, serves nobody, but to create a flimsy mirage of how superior you want people to think you are, while simultaneously allowing them to see how sad you truly are.

As for gossip, there is a difference. Sometimes people think that sharing any information at all, opinions, thoughts, first-hand experience is gossip. They are incredibly ignorant about it, and paralyzed into thinking any sharing, baring of one's soul is forbidden.

But that's just me. I think there's a difference from what you observe about situations, people - versus belittling them to make yourself feel superior. I'm a fan of truth. So often I see things and it irks me to no end because we're not allowed to say the truth about people, for fear of singed feelings...etc...

I hate the tiptoeing around people who are extra sensitive, or new to a group/organization ... it's like we're enabling the weak. It annoys me when squeaky wheels always get the oil, while healthy, functioning wheels are completely ignored. Negative reinforcement... is king.

And why... why do people who have had a very colorful past, pretend to people who didn't know them back then... that they are wholly innocent? I don't understand it. It smacks of deception to me and I hate deception, period.

...have you also heard when people tell you that you need to not feel an emotion, but then immediately tell you that they can't, or won't change how they feel because that's just who they are? You kind of want to see how long it takes before they recognize how hypocritical and hilarious it is, that they think they have a right to tell you what to change, but then say that they refuse to. Wha---??? What loony asylum did I enter?

While we're at it... one more laughable comment I hear a lot, "there's no one right way to..." yada, yada, yada. Sure, there may not be one right way, but there often is a BETTER way. So... are we people who like, and encourage mediocrity, or are we people who keep our eyes focused on what is possible?

Of course, when referring to better - I recognize that we are in different stages of life, and the energy level to accomplish things is different, etc. I am not referring to those. I am referring to ...when we have gained the knowledge, ability to strive towards the better, are we merely content to celebrate the stagnant place we, or others are in, or do we instead choose the better? I'm a fan of good, better...best.

Whew!

...now my belly aches... too much laughing like a loon.

Impish

Today...I just want to sleep...and sleep...and sleep.

According to the author who wrote Fablehaven - fairies that are kept indoors turn into evil, ugly imps. In the stories, the evil, ugly imps are eventually saved by a kiss from a fellow fairy. However, some of those that enjoyed that transformation are still pretty, snarky, and sneaky.

I think was an imp once.

Some people are just naturally good. There are those that are friends to all. And some of those are incredibly, ridiculously sincere. There are others that ... are hard to peg-down if they truly, irrevocably like and respect you... or run the course of ... "if everyone is special, no one really is".

Me?

Well, let's just say, you know if I like you. If I don't, it's pretty obvious. I am pretty good at the favoritism thing. If you're someone I respect and admire, chances are I'll want to be around you. If you're someone I totally don't respect, or admire... I'm going to avoid you at all costs. I am a fairy with light and dark sides. I don't like to waste my time around people who irritate the doo doo out of me.

I'm loyal. If you have me as a friend you're set. There's nothing I wouldn't do for your best interests. But cross me - and that loyalty crumbles into dust. I'm easily flipped. I don't like being taken advantage of and I don't like insincerity. Straight shooters rule around here. I value truth above all.

Lately, I've been a bit disinterested in the comings and goings online. You can tell by the length between posts. I am just not interested in sitting on my, newly diagnosed overweight bum to wait for photos to load.

sitting on my overweight bum...according to BMI - picture taken blissfully before heading to my hoo-ha doctor. Darnit... you mean all that butter, baking and hedonistic eating is not going to help me??? *shaking fists* Cruel, cruel world.

I get into a hermit stage in the winter. If I didn't have to leave the house, I probably won't. If I can stay in PJs all day, I will. If I'm not going to Church, or on a date...I don't wear make-up...because I really don't like it. If I didn't have to interact with people for the good of my girls, I'd ignore everyone. Weird huh? You all probably think I'm an extrovert all the time. You're wrong. And you thought you knew me. Tsk, tsk. I'm not one of those women that needs to be in constant chatter contact. I figure if you're friends, if you are deep friends, when you are together you pick up where you left off, like it's no big deal - no insecurities, no jealousies. This is also probably why I have very few real friends. Those real friends, are priceless.

I've been blogging since 2004 and I think I'm due for a blogvacation. Of course, that could be short-lived because I hate committing to something. I loathe routine.

Also, I like to blog with pictures. I like reading blogs with pictures. I love words, but when there's too much text without visual entertainment, I get bored. It becomes work.

Lately I've been getting more and more migraines and headaches...and my energy level is kaput. So I'm going to get some tests done and see what the bejeebers is wrong with me. I think if they find out something is wrong with me I'll be relieved. Then I can say, "A-HA! That's why"... as opposed to floating around aimlessly. Then again, it could be nothing, except that it's winter... I am not a winter fairy.

Thanks for bearing with me. Thanks for being there to note my little offerings in this zippy-Internet world. I appreciate it. Thanks for the friends new and old who have commented their thoughts in my little space in the blogworld. You make me smile.

This morning I did not want to be woken up by my daughter. I was in the grip of a dream where a few of us were making a stand against some black, goop spraying zombies. The zombies had just broken into the room when I was unceremoniously ripped out of that dream. I tried to go back to sleep to help out my fellow comrades... but they are now lost to me...or am I lost to them? That could explain a lot.