“Yeah, she is,” my daughter agreed, “but she doesn’t like me.”
Lex just shrugged, “She goes to ________ Church, you know how it is.”
Lexie explained this situration in such a “low key, no-big deal” way. But I’ve heard this kind of comment about that church over and over and over in our small Arkansas community. Kids and adults talk about two churches in our area on a regular basis.
If you go to one of these churches you have it easy, and you get to go to heaven. If you attend a different church, these church goers make you feel as though you’re chances of passing through the pearly gates are minimal. And those congregations are seen as openly hostile and rude. That’s just crazy. No church wants that kind of pr.
This weekend an adult friend of mine compared the pastor of the ______Church to John Lithgow in Foot Loose. “There will be no dancing in my town!” and “You people from the outside, who are dancing, are going to hell.” But he doesn’t even realize half the kids in his own congration are swinging and swaying every chance they get.
Bottom line, some churches are really snarky. They aren’t nice to people who don’t go their. And that seems absurd because Christians are supposed to be nice and Christ-like, right? If I was a pastor or minister (trust me I have too many suitcases of sin to lead anyone) these are not the adjectives I would want associated with my church.
The truth is I know some very nice people who go to these churches. They are really lovely. But the rude ones are also the noisey ones, and they are the ones everybody remembers. Maybe 80 percent of the people in church are kind and loving but the 20 percent ruin the churches reputation.
If I led a church I’d want folks to think of my people as the smiling, l0ving, giving, supportive congregation. Then new people would want to join my church and they could learn all about God’s love.
Here’s the truth. You need to be nice to the sinner to get him through the church doors. This includes kids in high school, hobos and soccer moms.
Why would anyone join a church full of snarky, rude, judgemental people? If they make me feel bad I don’t want to hang with them. .
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I had a dear friend, she was extremely wealthy, an artist and brilliant. She told me, “Never wear heels, all they do is slow women down.”
I hate heels but the truth is most of the most powerful women in the world and most of the hottest wear high heels. Lord, that sucks because they really really hurt. That’s actually my only problem with heels. If they felt good I’d be in them every time I left the house because they do look sexy and everyone wants to be taller.
Look at these Jessica Siimpson shoes, they are absurd, ridiculous and magnificent. I would look absolutely ferocious wearing something like this, until I I tried to go up the stairs, fell on my knees, tore up my hose and got bloody palms. Then I’d look like a” zombie mom” instead of “hot mom”.
Women fall so deeply in love with their expensive beautiful high heels. Last year when my daughter, Mary, was 22 and went to jail for forty five minutes she called and said, “Momma, I’m in jail, it’s disgusting and I’m going to ruin my Jessica Simpson’s”. That was her biggest concern. Her giant blue heels.
So, when you see me shuffling along in some boring, safe and mundane pair of shoes, I want you to know, in my hear,t I’m really rocking a pair of six inch leopard print stripper heels. And I look smokin’ hot.
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Inevitable, when I do loose control and get really mad I do absurd and self destructive stuff. I melt down completely and make myself look like a complete ass. And for days afterwards, I feel physically ill. So, I try very very hard not to get smokin’ hot mad.
One day, a few years ago, I got mad at my Swifter while I was trying to clean house. Alex rolled up the driveway in his big blue truck and I was slamming the Swifter against a giant oak tree. There were tiny pieces of plastic all over the yard. But I just couldn’t stop.
When Jack was ten or twelve we had our first go-rounds over rap music. I thought it was filthy, racist and sexist and I told him he shouldn’t have such dark thoughts rolling around in his head or in my house.
Because twelve year old boys make lots of mistakes, Jack put on a CD, I think it was NWA, I heard it, walked in his room picked up his cd player and slammed it down on the tile floor. Again, I was surrounded by lots of little pieces of plastic. An hour latter I was calm enough to apologize and he did too. And a few days latter Jack and I split the cost of a new CD player.
Sometimes I wonder if a bad temper is genetic because lots of folks in my family had them. Fortunately, I don’t seem to have passed the gene on to my kiddos.
Obviously, the correct move in this situation would have been to take his CD player away for a week. Of course I know that.
When I feel the rage building I generally do one of two things. If I’m with the kids I tell them to leave me alone, immediately. I make sure they are out of the house or in their room. If I’m with adults I simply remove myself from the situation, I walk out. And when I walk, it may look really rude, but I’m trying to save my self.
For the past three weeks a man at work thought I did something to hurt his career. I didn’t do it. I explained that I simply didn’t do it and I apologized for the situation. He didn’t hear a word I said and kept insisting that everyone was out to get him. (The truth is we all liked him a whole bunch).
For three weeks he was cold and rude to me but I figured he would get over it, eventually. Then my boss made us sit down to talk it out. Ok, I was fine with that, but the man launched into a condescending attack complete with finger pointing. I felt that sick, hot rage building so I simply walked out in the middle of his tirade.
If I didn’t get out, I knew I would have picked up his computer monitor or the staple gun sitting on his desk, and thrown it through the window and then quit my job. All of this absurd behaviour would have been very bad…FOR ME.
Finger pointing always gets to me in a negative way. Once a teenage boy was putting his finger in my face and I told him if he didn’t move it I would snap it off and eat it. We are still friends but he never did that again.
I don’t loose my temper very much any more. I work at it. Because I know I only end up hurting myself and I hate having to apologize. And I still miss my Swifter.
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I saw the weirdest ad in the newspaper this week. It’s for a local attorney who specializes in divorce. He represents men for the most part and I swear in his ad it says, “If your doe is chasing other bucks, give me a call.” And he’s posing with an 8 point deer head. He goes on to say “your wife and children will lie about you and DHS will ruin your life.” And he backs that statement up with a bible verse from 1st Corinthians. I swear, there is no mention of DHS in my King James version of the bible. This guy totally creeps me out.
Two thirds of divorce proceedings in America are started by women and fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. That’s a lot of girls hitting the door and waving good buy. ( I found a divorce calculator if you’re interested).
And when wives do end a marriage, I guess men think the women are treated better by the judicial system. I can’t blame the guys for getting manly divorce lawyers who not only represent but protect. I was asked to look at the “one man firm” at Cordell&Cordell Reviews.
They represent dudes, but in an entirely different way than the previously mentioned crazy deer hunting lawyer. They council men on how to be smart during a divorce, they host seminars like “The Ten Stupid Things Men Do”. I can think of a few, including trying to cut their own hair and eating an entire large meat lovers pizza. Their phone number spells out “Dads Law” and they claim to be ‘a partner men can count on.”
So guys really are feeling like they’re getting shafted by the courts. Women leave men, file for the divorce and then win in court. It does sound like a pretty good deal for the girls. What a reverse in our society. The power has shifted.
Maybe it’s because men and women think about marriage differently. Men are told it’s time to “settle down”, but girls start thinking and dreaming about their wedding and marriage right about the time they get their first Barbie and Ken. Girls dream about their wedding. I’ve never known a boy who admitted to dreaming about his wedding would he close his eyes and imagine his tuxedo? I don’t think so.
Guys kind of give up and get married, their expectations aren’t through the roof. Girls believe marriage will make them happy. And when it doesn’t match up to all her beautiful romantic dreams, when he watches tv instead of telling her she’s beautiful, when he stops noticing her dress or the color of her eyes….she calls a lawyer.
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My mom, Ann Stell, used to say “Beware of possessions, because they possess the possessor.” That’s an awkward sentence but it’s so true. Basically, what my brilliant and crazy mom meant was ”All your junk actually owns you.”
All the nick-knacks in our lives make us do things and not do things. That means the crap is in charge. We can’t pack up and move because we have so much stuff. We can’t buy a smaller house, we can’t stop paying for storage buildings, we can’t find an empty cabinet because every week we acquire new things, from McDonald’s Coke glasses to shoes and coffee cups.
I carry a lot more stuff into my house than I ever carry out. Every week, I stuff more and more into the 2,100 square feet. No wonder I’m feeling kind of claustrophobic.
But how can I decide what’s important? My problem is my family is dead so every little do-dad and thingamajigger has a special meaning. My brother Jack died when I was 16 and he was 23. That was more than 30 years ago so I have to keep the little blue cup he made out of clay when he was 7. And when my husband Alex and I were dating I bought him an ugly framed print of an Indian looking at a mountain. It’s awful, but I have to keep it, right? Along with the tickets to the first concert we went to (Tina Turner) and the dozens of crystals we dug up one weekend. I have three chairs and two desks that belonged to my grandmother. They are old and “special” so nobody actually uses them. I should keep those too, right? And there’s a goulash pot Alex’s grandmother always used and it reminds us of dinners with her. There are four people living in the house but we have 18 coffee mugs. What the hell is wrong with me? Everything in my house belonged to dead people.
Last weekend I was wearing a pair of shorts I stole from my brother, Granger, before he died. The running joke is “Hey, look, I’ve got a ghost in my pants.”
It’s got to stop somewhere. Or we need to move to a bigger house, one with three sheds instead of the two we have now, or maybe a barn.
Jack and Mary, my two oldest children, have developed an absolute aversion to anything sentimental because of our “stuff problem”. Mary and her honey Richard, have a beautiful apartment with almost no furniture cause she likes it empty. Jack has become such a minimalist he only has a truck, one pair of pants, five white tee-shirts and a toothbrush.
Maybe they are on to something.
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“The rich are different from you and me.” F. Scott Fitzgerald was right. They get to do things most of us don’t and it’s not fair..
I try to figure out how I’m going to get my whole famly jammed into my Nissan, with 200,000 miles, and make it 500 miles to the beach. I worry, because of the close quarters my oldest son will eat the face of my youngest daughter just because she’s annoying and makes us listen to too much Ke$ha.
The rich, they don’t worry about the old Nissan, they contact private jet companies and book round trip flights on sweet looking and luxuriously appointed planes. There’s so much room brothers and sisters don’t even have to sit next to each other. Hell, they don’t even have to look at each other.
And then according to the crazy rich people web page they do things like (and once again, I promise I’m not making this up) They intentionally take part in a Covert Ops Boot Camp, they wear camo, cover their faces and pretend to be soldiers.
” You will be taken to a secret training base somewhere in Arizona, where a hand-picked cadre of Green Berets and private soldiers of fortune from the world’s toughest spec ops units will teach you all the actual skills needed for this operation…and to stay alive.”
They jump out of airplanes then swim with great white sharks. Rich folks take their kids to surf camp in Australia then have dinner with an Aborigines family and learn to play the didgeridoo.
Those rich people, they do some crazy awesome stuff and I hope one of my children figures out how to make a bunch of money so we can meet them on the Great Barrier Reef and swim with the giant manta rays in the moonlight.
Here’s the thing, if you are a dude on a football team you have some stuff in common with the guy next to you on the line or the bench. You want to start, you work out, you want to win, your parents want you to make a big play. The other guys want the same thing. Every Friday night you are put on the spot and must prove yourself.
But the band geeks are a different bunch, they are “everyman.” There’s one of every color and flavor in the band, a jellybean for everybody.
Remember the Armour hot dog ads? I remember every word (and that’s why all businesses should consider a jingle)Armour Hot Dogs Original Song. Please listen to this before reading any further.
“Hot dogs, Armour Hot Dogs, what kind of kids eat Armour Hot Dogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids that climb on rocks
Tough kids,sissy kids, even kids with chicken pox”
Well, that describes the band geeks pretty well but I think i’d have to add a line. “Goth kids, gay kids, kids who smoke some pot. Smart kids, cool kids even kids who love to rock.”
The highschool band is the ultimate melting pot and it’s a beautiful thing because in the end the figure out they are a family with a lot in common. And most of the band geeks, the smart ones, figure that out after the second bus trip. Thou, Lexie said the band has more drama than the cheerleaders.
But maybe the greatest thing about the band is the fact everyone starts, every Friday night they all play.The talented, the losers, the eye rollers and the honor students, they all stand shoulder to shoulder in infamously ugly uniforms and they play…together.
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But some of the stuff on Buzzlol.com is pretty funny, even if I’m not stoned. If I was stoned I’d probably laugh till my head hurt. I work with a woman who gets sooooo much joy from the internet that I’m jealous. Every morning she opens up stuff people e-mail her and videos on face book and she laughs like a crazy woman. Kittens falling into bowls of pudding and old ladies trying to wax their legs. It’s a bawdy joyous sound and I kind of envy her her.
Here’s a link to girls making that weird duck face. I know a lot of girls thought they were being sexy and making a kissing face. My daughter, Mary, had the hottest duck/kiss face on the planet. But after 51 million21 year old women on facebook all made the same face, it stopped being sexy. Men realized it was just a ploy and they all looked like ducks. It stopped being sexy and turned into “STUPID NOT HOT”!
And finally there’s the “auto correct” page. This happens to all of us, right. We try to type “call me” and it turns into “ball me” and we hit the send button before we relize we just tested our great uncle with the porno mustache. He’s the one that always winks at you and compliments your sweater.
“Warning” turns into “wanking”. “I got great tips” turns into “I got great tits.”
Well good for you.
Buzzlol is pretty funny, you can absolutely waste some time there, laugh out loud then lie to your boss. Tell him you were trying to rewrite a report and put a spread sheet in it. Yeah, and then “give him the classic duck face cause you have great tits.”
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Dear Hampoland Readers,
I’ve been asked to write a post about a website with funny stuff. It’s called buzz lol. I think it’s a site for stoner humor. That means the people think you guys are smoking, or they think I am. Hummm.
It’ll be up later today. You really dodged a bullet because I wasn’t going to write about my current depression. This will probably be a lot more fun.
Thanks and I hope you have an excellent Thursday!
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That’s my life right now.
I’m too busy with happy redneck/family stuff and never have time to take my kids to any of the brilliant, quality, cultural events in my hometown.
Hot Springs, Arkansas is a magnificent spa city with music, art even hot air balloon festivals, galleries and countless affordable cultural events. I read about them, I drive past them and I think how wonderful it would be to take the kids to the Friday Night Gallery Walks. They would have fun and learn about fine art.
But there’s not a snowballs chance in hell we can do that on a Friday night. We’re not missing the Fountain Lake football games. I even have a purple cow bell to ring violently when we make a few yards. And more importantly, I’m not missing the amazing Cobra marching band at half time show or the chance to win a smoked pork butt, courtesy of the FFA.
This weekend Hot Springs hosts the 20th Annual Documentary Film Festival. film makers arrive from all over the planet and a day pass to watch all sorts of stunning and fascinating films is just $20. But we have to work the PTO Carnival ring toss booth and Sandor has his third grade football games on Saturday. Around four I have to start the “laundry train”. Every weekend I do at least ten loads of laundry to get us all caught up, because there’s no time during the week.
After church on Sunday morning I really wanted to take a hike with the National Park rangers. They were going to teach us how to find arrow heads, but that’s when I have to do the two hour killer “Wal-Mart/Kroger, get some more Little Debbie Snack Cakes” shopping run, then take Lexie to do her knee workouts.
Sometimes, I feel as though I’m missing life as it whoooshes past. But that’s not true. This is my beautiful cowbell ringing, Hot Pocket eating “Mom can you help me get my cup in my pants” life. Good thing I kind of like warm Gatorade.
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