I’ve lost my touch. Years ago I didn’t just “hold a grudge”, I fed it and rocked it to sleep. If I got mad at someone, I was absolutely brutal and didn’t have any problem cutting them out of my life with a scalpel.
I was never ugly, I didn’t speak poorly of folks I was mad at or who hurt me. I simply acted as though they didn’t exsist. They became invisible to me.
Before you start lecturing me on forgiveness let my assure you I know how damning and detrimental anger can be . I know WAY BETER THAN ANYONE ELSE that I was hurting myself and punishing myself with this absurd behaviour. I KNOW so please don’t tell me about the importance of forgiveness. You think I don’t know that? Hell yeah, I know holding a grudge and not forgiving people makes you sick inside and out, it eats at you….etc… I’m stubborn and petty but I’m not stupid.
But I’ve lost the touch. I’m such a wimp now I can’t stay mad at people anymore, even if they really really hurt me. Even when I’m mad I know I still love them. And eventually, I relent, say, “what the hell” and drop the grudge. I realized this the other day when I caught myself smiling while thinking about someone who hurt me. I was smiling and that felt good so all of a sudden I decided I wasn’t going to be pissed off any more. Suddenly, the tilted table, the see-saw, the scale, they all felt balanced and I felt really good.
I think part of the problem has to do with cell phones. Fifteen years ago it was so easy to avoid the offender who hurt your feelings. They couldn’t reach out to me when I was in the car or working out. All I had to do was refuse to pick up the phone at home and they were out of my life.
Now, because of cell phones, you can call me and text me all the time (I have a ancient cell phone so I can’t block numbers). You can send me a text that just says, “I really miss you”. That tells me your thinking about me and my hard heart starts to thaw.
I’m kind of disappointed in myself but I’m also relieved Holding a grudge and dropping people like dirty socks takes a lot of effort. Yeah, I still get mad, I get crazy smokin’ hot mad. And like everyone on the planet, I get my feelings hurt when you say or do something mean. But if I get mad at you, just a wait a couple of weeks and chance are I’ll get over it or, I’ll miss you so much that I will decide to keep you in my life even though you are an ass.
And hopefully, when I really tick you off and make you made you will do the same.
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My boys, Sandor (age 9) and his buddy, Sam(age 8), are sitting on the floor making a fresh batch of Zombie Puke. They are utterly engrossed, reading directions, measuring powders and liquids. They dare each other to taste their creations then laugh and pretend to gag and throw up
Doctor Dreadful Zombie Lab might be the greatest Christmas gift in history. Every time Sandor has a friend over they want to make Bubbling Brains or Zombie Skin. It all tastes like candy and looks DISGUSTING. But little boys love making it.
They read directions and measure stuff as though working on on a nuclear bomb but the end result is a revolting green lumpy sludge they want to drink.
I bought the kit in March when all the left over toys were on sale at JCPenney. I think I ended up paying 11 dollars. And it has been one of the most loved and requested toys in our house. We don’t have video games or play stations but Doctor Dreadful usually beats out our 4 wheeler, the trampoline,BB guns and Nerf Guns.
Even though they use pretty crass language when they are cooking up their concoctions, I’m pretty happy, because I can refuse to help. That means they have to read and measure and then they get to lick, slurp and chug the revolting green results. It’s a win win situation.
When Sandor goes to hang out with other boys he’s so excited to play MW3 on a PS2, or Madden Football games. Those things are really cool for him because we don’t have them. We have the Zombie Lab, a pool table, a trampoline, a basket ball goal and Legos. And all the little kids beg to come over and play. We really play.
The important thing after a night of revolting Zombie sludge… make sure everyone brushes their teeth before going to bed. There’s nothing worse than Zombie Breath in the morning.
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Tags: Doctor Dreadful, education, kids play, little boys, PS2, PS3, puke, sons
I was lifting weights when I heard the song and started crying. Half way through my third set of bench presses I heard the opening power cords of AC/DCs Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. I instantly started tearing up.
I took a deep breath. That smoking hot ridiculoulsly sleazy rock and roll anthem makes me cry every time.
Nine years ago I was pregnant with Sandor. In the middle of the work day I felt funny, went to the doctor and he said, “Holy Cow, there’s about to be a baby.”
“Can I get my purse out of the car.”
“No you may not, call you husband and get him up here.” My handsome young doctor grinned at me.
It was a C-Section and Alex barely made it to the hospital fast enough. We were in the operating room holding hands. He looked so cute in his baby blue scrubs. My body was completely numb but my head was still wide awake, so we were chatting away with the nurses.
The doctor was working away on me. Alex squeezed my hand in both of his. I was grinning like a goof ball. Then the handsome doctor said, “Would you like some music right about now? We’re almost there.”
I was extatic and nervous and scared and I remember my mouth was really dry. The surgical lights were blinding. I nodded my head, “That would be great.”
The doctor nodded to the nurse who fumbled with a CD player and then, just as the doctor pulled Sandor from my body, my magnificent and beautiful baby boy took his first breath, and we all heard Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap slamming through the speakers. My child was literally loosing brain cells before they cut the cord. I was expecing some high faluting classical music, not Angus in his stupid little shorts prancing around. Where was smy Mozart? My Bach? I got freakin’ Diry Deads, what was next, Highway to Hell or Blue Balls?
Every one started laughing, Alex and were crying and laughing and for some reason no one thought to turn off the CD player for at least 45 seconds. “If you’re having trouble with the high school head…..” You know the rest
The first sounds my magical son heard, our first seconds together in this world, included AC/DC and Angus Young
So I start crying, just a little, every time I hear that rock monster. I’m right back there in the operating room, holding my husband’s hand and looking at my beautiful baby boy for the first time.
Go on, listen to it now, I know you want to. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_t5GPbp5IY
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Tags: ac/dc, angus young, baby boy, birth, c section, delivery
I realized today I’ve been raising kids for 24 years. I’m not very good at it, but I’ve got some experience and lots of stories.
When Sandor was five or six his face did all kinds of stupid, annoying, wacky stuff. His eyes would get big then squinty, his eyebrows rolled around like a ocean waves. It was all a mess. And he obviously didn’t know he was doing anything. He had a tick and I was horrified. When the boy’s face started going crazy in the middle of a conversation it was so hard not to say,”Sandor, make you face behave”.
So, we went to his doctor. I explained the situation to her in the hall-way, then she visited with my son and watched his face move around like a lava lamp on crack He talked like a normal little boy but his face looked like it was made out of play-dough and it was being squished by coyotes.
As I recall she explained to me he apparently had some version of turrets. Then she added he might very well out grow the syndrome soon. Lots of kids did. She told me should just “watch and see”.
And she reminded me at least three times not to mention it to him or make him aware of his facial roller coaster.
Guess what?…the kid out grew his turrets. Within a year he was just a normal weirdo 6 year old who made fart jokes and thought running into walls was funny. He outgrew his turrets.
Today, I was talking to a friend who told me her son used to steal stuff when he was little. Well, he didn’t actually steal, but when he went to friend’s houses he “accidentally” took toys home that were not his. Ok, the kid was a thief. But today I would let this 12 year old boy live in my house while I was on vacation. He’s got great character and is totally trustworthy.
When Mary was little she hated brushing her hair. She would lie, cry and run away to avoid a brush. Knots the size of Key West grew in her hair, but she covered the furry nightmare knots with a few strands of brushed hair. Now Mary is georgous and has beautiful hair and I’m pretty sure she brushes it, on her own, at least once a day. She changed.
Today a little boy hung out at our house to play with Sandor. He’s only 9 years old but over and over he asked me for stuff, begged for things. He said, “please please please Miss Diana,can we go to Sonic?”
”Please, please, please Miss Diana can we get the Planet of the Apes movie?”
”Please, please, please Miss Diana can I have a Red Bull?”
“No buddy, you can’t”.
“Pleeeeeease, please, please, can I have a Red Bull?”
“No, Buddy, they aren’t good for you.”
“Pleeese, I drink them all the time at home”
I have faith this little guy will out grow the begging. So, in the mean time, I have to keep myself from yelling at him and it’s important I take the time to explain why begging is not a productive practice, especially when he’s a guest.
Unfortunately, kids also grow out of things we love. Mary used to love holding two of my fingers when we walked together They all grow out of exploding with excitement and love every time you come home from work. When a three year old sees you come home it’s as though you’ve done something miraculous, something they’d been waiting for all day. And that makes everything worth while.
When I explained to our begging buddy, he nodded, as though he understood. And he waited for at least an hour before he said, “Can I have another Twinkie Ms Diana, please, please, please?”
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Yesterday I had to edit pictures of my husband and me, standing next to each other, smiling in the sunshine. In disgust, I finally just cropped myself out of the picture. He looked really good but I looked….well…you know.
When I told Alex what I had done he was annoyed. We have very few pictures of us together. Then he said two typical “man things.”
1. “You look just like you.” Aaahhh that’s the problem. My face. I can almost-kind-of control what my body looks like with enough running, weight lifting and martial arts. But my face does what ever the hell gravity wants it too do.
Alex is Hungarian and the creep has great skin. Is it a good thing he’s aging so well? The man smokes a pack a day, but he doesn’t have any crows feet. What’s fair about that? And he never uses sun screen.
Then he said the words I’ve warned him about over and over, “You look fine.”
Fine!!!??? I look fine? Guys, when a woman hears “you look fine”, that’s like saying “Hey, on a scale of 1-10 you are a solid 5.” Fine is not a good thing, unless you use your Berry White voice and say, “Baby, you look sooo fine.”
In girl land “Fine” is ok, average, generally acceptable. When I ask how I look?” lie to me if you must! Tell me I look beautiful, magnificent, hot, ravishing. Your night will improve dramatically, I promise.
When I told my friend Amelia about Alex’s response she said, “Yeah, after five years of marriage husbands turn into cousins and brothers. They say all the wrong stuff most of the time and think it’s kind of funny when we get upset.”
Women, if you have a husband who still says nice stuff to you, who doesn’t say you look “above average” when you get all dressed up. If you have a husband or boy friend who can lie convincingly, you better love on that man. He’s a keeper.
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My last blog was about the miserable little man who wants to be my Congressman. He lacked a skill everyone should have and I hope I can pass on to my children. It’s concerns being a good friend and a decent human being.
Truthfully, I’m not very decent sometimes and I fail my friends constantly, but I do know the importance of listening.We all need to learn to ask people questions and be genuinely interested in their response. We need to listen, then ask more questions.
My best friend, Amelia, was telling me about a party she went to. I said, “Who did you talk to?”
And she said, “Mostly I just talked to my new friend Julie and learned all about her.”
Amelia is so good at talking to new people because she’s smart, asks questions and listens to the answers. I love introducing people to Amelia because they all love her. Why? She takes an interest in their opinions, ideas and lives.
Dale Carnegie made millions of dollars in the 1930s telling Americans how to get people to like them. His book How To Win Friends and Influence People was so simple and straight forward. But it was true. And the people who took his advice were improved.
Here’s the wikipedia synopsis:
1.Become genuinely interested in other people.
3.Remember that a person’s name is, to that person, the sweetest and most important sound in any language.
4.Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.
5.Talk in terms of the other person’s interest.
6.Make the other person feel important – and do it sincerely.
If you do these things but don’t actually care about people you are just another fake. But if you do these six things sincerely, and with an open heart, you’ll have more friends than you can imagine.
That’s my hot tip for the day.. If you have children, take time to teach them this lesson. Someday they will thank you and everyone will think you’re an awesome parent.
Learn how to ask people questions, then listen to the answers.
Now, you are already miles ahead of the wretched would-be Congressman.
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Yesterday I shook hands with one of the worst politicians imaginable. He was a friendly, normal looking guy, who’s running for a Congressional seat in Arkansas.
The problem didn’t start until he started talking. We stood alone in the radio station break room and for eleven minutes (I was watching the clock) he told me absolutely everything about himself….And he never asked me a single question. Not one.
He told me about his business experience, his wife, his kids, his church, his county, his passion, his concern, his faith, his convictions and work ethic. He told me how honest and hard working he was.
He did not ask me my last name, if I was married, if I had kids, where we lived. He did not ask me what I was concerned, passionate or angry about. He did not ask me if I was affiliated with a political party. He did not ask me about our schools, our roads, our taxes, our unemployment rate or our government. He did not ask me about crime in my area, global warming, swine flu, our service men in Iraq or Afghanistan. He did not ask if I believed in school prayer, hunting, the NRA, gay rights, abortion, or food stamps. He did not ask what I wanted my congressman to do or how he could help me. BECAUSE HE DIDN”T CARE.
I’m in radio sales and everyday, much like a good politician, I try to solve people’s problems. But I can’t do that unless I ask countless questions about their business. How do I know what they need unless I ask questions and listen? Do you get the correlation?
You sir, are a terrible politician and I would never vote for you. Because you obviously do not give a rats ass about my life or what I need or how you can help make the great state of Arkansas even better.
You are what I fear and abhor most in politicians. You think you are the center of the solar system and you already know what’s best for my family. You should be a celebrity not a politician. Because in your mind and world it’s obviously all about you.
A good politician can help more people in a single day than the rest of us can in a life time. But not if you don’t look people in the eye, ask questions and listen, listen, listen, then ask more questions and listen some more.
It’s not about you, it’s about the people and state you serve. Do you even know who we are? Do you even care? Wait, I think you answered that question during our 11 minute meeting in the break room.
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Tags: Arkansas, congreassional seat, congressman, politician, Republican, vote
1. Bubble wrap Always has. Always will
2. Cursing with a British accent
It just sounds so proper.
3.Seeing a cat not land on it’s feet
It’s a disgrace to the feline race.
4. Heated arguments over stupid stuff
“No! I wore pink yesterday”
5. Terrible songs we can’t help but like
“I like big butts and I can not lie”
6. Screaming high school coaches It’s just a game
7. Ugly dogs It’s so ugly you think it’s cute
8. People that quote Dr. Seuss They may not know anything. But just for a moment you think they’re profound
9. Our national anthem Yea. It’s just great!
10. Old men in tiny shorts It’s gross but you gotta give them props. What a man.
11. Slime Simplicity that keeps you entertained for hours.
12. Hand clap thingies that every elementary girl does at some point in her life. Apple sticks they make me sick.
13.Skipping school for the horse races Come on Zippidy Doodat!Go number 7.
14. Afros Way to be awesome! I want a high-five now.
15. Hot baths and candles. Even alone they’re so peaceful
16. My legs after I shave them So so so smooth.
17. First glass of milk in the carton Freshest thing out there.
18. Terrible acting You watch and think. They get paid how much? For that?
19. Mom’s that say inappropriate things “You two would make such cute babies”
20. Punching stuff BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tags: cats, coaches, happy, Lexie Hampo, speedo
At 3:30 this afternoon I got a phone call from a strange man who said, “Is this Shawn’s mom?”
“I have a son, Sandor,” I was driving along, listening to NPR.
“Well, I have him here in my truck ma’am.”
My heart stopped and I hit the brakes.
“Why? Where are you, he’s supposed to be on the bus, on the way home?” I couldn’t control my voice.
“Yes ma’am, I saw him on the side of the road crying and I picked him up, can you tell me where I should take him?”
All I could think was ‘please don’t hang up, please stay on the line’. But I said, “Oh my God. Can I speak to Sandor please?”
“Of course,” he said.
I could hear Sandor crying. My boy was sniffing and crying. “Mom?”
“Sweetie, are you ok?” I was trying not to to scream or cry. Tears washed down my face. “Give the man our address but stay on the phone. Ok?”
My son recited our address to the stranger. The man said something about knowing where we lived. Then he drove my crying son home. We stayed on the phone the entire time. Sandor had gotten confused about his after school schedule. He thought he was supposed to go to Taekwondo but no one was there.
Sandor waited in the parking lot for 15 minutes, crying in the cold rain. He didn’t know what to do. He is nine so he didn’t have a phone.
This man, who said his name was Shane Knight said he drove by, saw the little boy crying and shivering so he pulled over. He did not kidnap or murder my son. He took him home.
The stranger got back on the phone with me and said, “I’m giving your son a card. I clean carpets so if you carpets need cleaning give me a call.”
“Where are you now?” I asked, still not trusting him but praying to God I could.
“In your driveway.”
I owe this man my life, my soul my world. If you are reading this and live in Garlnad County please, promise me, you’ll throw some business his way. His name is Shane and he works for Super Clean. Thier number is 800-537-3714. He’s my hero and I love him.
If you have a child who rides a bus make sure you understand their policy on this sort of thing. I dont think little kids need phones but Sandor will get a pre-paid on this week, to keep in his back pack. The world has changed.
For the rest of my life I will be thanking God with every fiber of my being for Shane.
When I got home Sandor and I hugged and hugged on my bed. He said, “While I was waiting I prayed.”
“And God sent you and angel, didnt’ he?”
Sandor nodded his head then laughed for the first time. “He had tattoos, that means he was an angel with tattoos.”
I kissed the top of his head. “Yeah, it does.”
Tags: children alone, kidnapped, school bus, stranger, stranger danger
My son, Jack Stell, has been a musician for years but he’s changed so radically, from a hippo into a dragon fly, from a spider monkey into a wolverine.
He now writes songs andI cry because they are so good. He’ s learned to craft songs, funny sweet songs. I can’t get them out of my head. He moved to Nashville recently and has sent me some remarkable work. I swear.
Yeah, yeah, I’m his mom, but I promise, five or six years ago, when he was jack2thefuture, I would say things like, “that was a hell of a stage show,” after a concert.The way he crawled across the stage on his belly, while howling lyrics, was pretty wild. The first time I went to one of his shows he appeard in a tux and looked insanely handsome then he managed to strip down to his boxers during the first song, on stage! he was nearly naked. Hey, that was entertaining and throngs of tatted up, pierced 21 year old went nuts.
But I never, ever said, “I love those songs.” I loved him and the theatrics, but not the songs.
Things have changed. When I listen to Jack Stell or Jack Stell and the Natural Outlaws I am stunned. He’s so good.
It’s Jack Stell’s heart-breakingly tender songs that take my breath away. There’s a song, “Dance with me Katie Marie.” It’s their last dance, the guy has done something horrible and it will be their last night together. The lyrics and tone are so poignant. I’ve had devastatingly beautiful nights like that, and last dances. I guess we all have and that’s what makes the song so powerful.
“Christine” is a lovely and crazy catchy song he wrote to make me happy. It worked. The song follows a forty year love affair to the final days. “Now we’ve been married about 15 years, got us a house and got us some kids, but i love you just the same, as I did that very first day. Christine, my little queen…”
Fireworks and Tattoos is a witty ballad, about a guy who wakes up from a big drunk and realizes he’s blown up his girlfriend’s double wide. “”And I would apologize, if you’d just pick up your phone. Sorry I blew up you mobile home.” It’s funny.
Jack is 24, how the hell does he know about this stuff?
Life Size Pizza was his last rock band, no that’s an understatement. LSP was a face crushing rock and roll band with some country licks thrown in. The Jesus Song and Meth Head Bitch are Little Rock legends. LSP two cds and the second, No Love is really magnificent boy rock and roll. Too much howling guitar for a middle age white woman but I get it. It’s hedonistic, slippery and dangerous. The guitar work is amazing and I am a big fan of Life Size Pizza. If you need some new, fun and insane rock and roll find them on spotify.
But now my son he has shape shifted again. He is Jack Stell. And I am amazed and proud.
You can find Jack Stell on facebook. Keep up with him now, pretty soon you won’t be able to.
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