MUSINGS

So, according to first interpretation, by December we should all be toast.    The world as we know it is supposed to end by the end of this year.  The World As We Know It.  There have been several articles since riddling the prophesy with holes.  I've been reading various news articles of late, some of it American some of it BBC.   Consider what we've learned about ancient peoples, they didn't always talk in specifics.  Take the texts that we've found, both on scrolls and inscribed on walls, they spoke in ideas, and were specifically general...if that makes sense to anyone.  What I'm getting at is this:  Our planet may not implode, life may not burn up in some ball of fire, but we may simply change our world with our own behavior.  Not literally destroy the Earth we are standing on, but destroy the way we live on it. There are wars raging in the promised land right now.  No matter how hard anyone tries to find peace, peace can't be found.  Our own little cou

There have been various articles floating around the interwebs and magazines about "unusual mommy behaviours" and what's natural or accepted in public society.  I know breastfeeding in public or pumping milk while at work has been on the hot seat for a long time.  We live in a a world where women have to work to keep a balance in the household.  There are fewer and fewer stay at home moms these days.  One of my favourite sitcoms has a couple who are having a baby, well, not exactly.  See they hired a surrogate not because the mom can't carry, but because she's far too busy to be pregnant.  Yes I know it's meant to be funny, the show is about very rich suburbanites who are very beautiful with beautiful everythings.  But I find the sentiment to be not far off par.  My sister often remarks how we seem to be headed toward a life similar to that of the 90's movie "Demolition Man", where everything was very clean and very pleasant and very very safe.

There's a lot scrambling around in my brain these days.  Things ranging from friendships old and new, life changes and evolutions, society and Obama's admittance...several topics, too much to type out in one succinct piece.  Let me see if i can marry them all up and create a thoughty something here. Someone made mention on facebook a while back that "life changes, people move on".  She was right both on an individual front and a community one.  Things rarely stay the same from one moment to the next, much less one generation to the next.  As we grow up and older our views, thoughts, morals, everything, changes.  The thing that gets me is all those people who need it to stay the same for their own comfort level.  You know the ones, they've lived away from town for a few years and came back to find the old store gone and almost had a nervous breakdown....or those who never left town and never noticed that everything was morphing into something new.  Then they woke

I wish that Sunday's weren't just another work day, but in my world they are.  Years ago Sunday's stopped being a day of rest for me.  Sunday's are laundry day, get the rest of the house clean day, yard day, and now cleaning the offices day.  Why don't I do it on Saturday you ask?  Well, because Saturdays are work days too, I can't cram it all into one.  Well, leave it, a little dirt or laundry never hurt anyone....yeah well, when it can't be dealt with over the course of the week it does.  I've never been one to let something sit.  I can't, it eats me alive.  It's harder now because I have a much longer commute to work so my days are cut down even more.  Leave the house before 7 am and get home well after 5.  There's barely enough time to see my people before dinner, baths and bed.  Such is the life of the mama.  Most mothers do way too much.  We give up our lives for those around us, it's part of the process.  Then there's the c