Wow... Where to even begin this blog...
I began my day with a voicemail from an irate client - who (for the record) does not know me. We have never met, and we have never spoken on the phone. The voicemail droned on for about 30 seconds and ended with, "someone better call me - right F*@#ING NOW!" I laugh, go meet with my boss who lets me know he's already gotten to her and that this is his standard means of communication. (NICE!) Standard means of communicating... In a business setting!!
A few hours later I get a voicemail on my personal cell phone from a self employed aquaintence that I was trying to contact to send some business her way. As she's leaving me a voicemail she is yelling at someone else and using some rather colorful language that also included a quick F word or two. She asks me to return her call at her office. So I proceed to call her back at her office. (HER OFFICE = HER COMPANY..the company she actually owns) Of course, I get the automated phone message. After all the basic B.S. who we are, what we do, I hear, "Although we are family owned and operated, our true boss is a Jewish carpenter. May the Lord bless and keep you."
WHOA! Back the boat up! WHAT? Does Jesus know you are referring to him as your boss?? Does this imply that Jesus wants you dropping the "F Bomb" on random voicemails? I mean...He is your boss and all....
This lead me right up onto my soap box... What is with the people that claim to be followers of Christ that do these things that are seemingly so un Christ like?? I am perfectly fine with religions of all kinds and all walks of faith and spirituality, but if you are going to stick a whole school of little fish on the back of your car, don't you think you should refrain from using your middle finger to rudely gesture to other drivers? If you are going to have a bumper sticker that says, "Know Jesus, Know Peace" that maybe, just MAYBE you should not drive down the road screaming at your kids in the back seat, swatting at them with your free hand? Or my very favorite - which I actually witnessed first hand. The woman in the grocery store, with a shirt on that had a picture of a newborn in what was assumed to be the hand of God / Jesus and the shirt read, "Jesus Loves The Unborn." I am literally reading her shirt as she is grabbing her child (pre-teenage girl) by the arm and says in the talking through your teeth Mom voice... "I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you if you roll your eyes at me one more time." I wanted to stop and ask her if her Jesus loved teenage girls too? Or is just the unborn?
My point is... if you have these things on your car, on your clothes or in your office... and you REALLY want people to think you are a devout follower of the Christian faith... Go back and read up on Jesus Christ... Make sure He'd want you proclaiming to be one of His "employees."
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Teenagers....
Have I mentioned that I have a teenage daughter? Did you know that it is a universal law that once puberty strikes a teenage girl MUST disagree with everything her mother says?
Yes... It's true. Sad, but true.
I love being a Mom. Always have, probably always will. From her birth until last Friday night, I have loved every single second of being her Mom. There were no late nights with a sick or crying baby. The terrible two's were a myth in my house. Three and Four were fascinating and wonderful for both of us and the years that followed were equally fantastic! Even when other mother's warned me to prepare for middle school and I did… Like Y2K… Nothing. So admittedly…. I let my guard down.
Then she turned on me. How could this have happened? How did she go, in what seemed like minutes, from being a sweet, loving, fun, cheerful and carefree child to becoming an argumentative, sulking, petulant little brat???
The rolling of the eyes, the look as if to say, "Mom, you are a complete idiot," the big sigh with the arm cross in front of the chest and the disagreeing with EVERYTHING I say -- all mothers of teenage daughters know exactly what I am talking about… Don't get me wrong, all of those things combined don't begin to compare to the other stories I have heard and in some cases seen. With some teenage girls rapidly turning from happy kids who love life, to angry young women who are cutting, starving and acting out sexually… Admittedly, it could be a lot worse. But still… WHY?? Why my daughter?? Was it too much to ask for her to be different than EVERY OTHER TEENAGE girl to ever have walked the planet??
In retrospect, having a teenager has quickly begun to resemble my labor and delivery with said child. I was a young mother and took all the childbirth classes I could handle. So when the time came, I just knew my own labor and delivery was going to go as effortlessly as any good Lamaze Movie. I had fully prepared myself for my contractions to begin 39 minutes apart, causing so little irritation that I would be able to continue doing dishes and animatedly laughing with my (then) husband. The contractions would over the course of several hours increase both in number and intensity but this time span would allow me to build up my tolerance and would surely allow for a smooth, happy and fulfilling Labor and Delivery. Enter my amazing unborn child. Two weeks past due... nearly nine pounds and not exactly wanting to give me the time I thought I needed to "Build My Tolerance."
I thought I had time to prepare. I thought wrong. My first contractions were a mere three minutes apart, not the 39 minutes I had envisioned, and were lasting over a minute a piece. There were no dishes to be done and the only thing I wanted to do with my husband in that moment was put him through a slow and tortuous death!! As quickly as it began, it ended and she came into my world with a vengeance just under eight hours later.
So I guess in hindsight, I should have been preparing for this moment for 14 years… And I am still shocked that it has happened so quickly.
Yes... It's true. Sad, but true.
I love being a Mom. Always have, probably always will. From her birth until last Friday night, I have loved every single second of being her Mom. There were no late nights with a sick or crying baby. The terrible two's were a myth in my house. Three and Four were fascinating and wonderful for both of us and the years that followed were equally fantastic! Even when other mother's warned me to prepare for middle school and I did… Like Y2K… Nothing. So admittedly…. I let my guard down.
Then she turned on me. How could this have happened? How did she go, in what seemed like minutes, from being a sweet, loving, fun, cheerful and carefree child to becoming an argumentative, sulking, petulant little brat???
The rolling of the eyes, the look as if to say, "Mom, you are a complete idiot," the big sigh with the arm cross in front of the chest and the disagreeing with EVERYTHING I say -- all mothers of teenage daughters know exactly what I am talking about… Don't get me wrong, all of those things combined don't begin to compare to the other stories I have heard and in some cases seen. With some teenage girls rapidly turning from happy kids who love life, to angry young women who are cutting, starving and acting out sexually… Admittedly, it could be a lot worse. But still… WHY?? Why my daughter?? Was it too much to ask for her to be different than EVERY OTHER TEENAGE girl to ever have walked the planet??
In retrospect, having a teenager has quickly begun to resemble my labor and delivery with said child. I was a young mother and took all the childbirth classes I could handle. So when the time came, I just knew my own labor and delivery was going to go as effortlessly as any good Lamaze Movie. I had fully prepared myself for my contractions to begin 39 minutes apart, causing so little irritation that I would be able to continue doing dishes and animatedly laughing with my (then) husband. The contractions would over the course of several hours increase both in number and intensity but this time span would allow me to build up my tolerance and would surely allow for a smooth, happy and fulfilling Labor and Delivery. Enter my amazing unborn child. Two weeks past due... nearly nine pounds and not exactly wanting to give me the time I thought I needed to "Build My Tolerance."
I thought I had time to prepare. I thought wrong. My first contractions were a mere three minutes apart, not the 39 minutes I had envisioned, and were lasting over a minute a piece. There were no dishes to be done and the only thing I wanted to do with my husband in that moment was put him through a slow and tortuous death!! As quickly as it began, it ended and she came into my world with a vengeance just under eight hours later.
So I guess in hindsight, I should have been preparing for this moment for 14 years… And I am still shocked that it has happened so quickly.
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