I think every family has some dysfunction going on from time to time. It's whether or not people want to admit it. Some families are very dysfunctional, but to them, everything seems normal. I think society put a lot of pressure on people to obtain a perfect family. Exactly what is perfect? Who is judging that? There are some obvious attributes to dysfuction: drugs, alcohol, abuse, mental illness,etc.
Often time dysfuction keeps trickling down from generation to generation until someone gets professional help or something drastic happens.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
live for today... tomorrow's not a given
This is great quote I recently ran across. Too many people are caught up in the he said she said crap in life and forget that life is so short and precious. We need to cut bate on things, jobs and relationships that are weighing us down and clogging our minds. If you live for today and think today could be your last, your perpection on the small stuff would deminish. Be thankful for the people who are here and try not focus on the people that aren't. Be thankful for what you have and not so much on what you don't.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The Fake Generation
From what I have witnessed from Facebook, I am not a fan at all. I'm sure to many there are lots of reasons they love to stay connected to Facebook, but in my opinion it has many negatives. People often use Facebook to say "Look at me, look at me!" They neeed some justification of who they are, what they have, and who they are dating. My 14 year old son has a Facebook page so I have snooped around to see what all the craze is about and I am disappointed as to how a lot of people behave. I feel Facebook is a way to stay connected to people without staying connected to people. People are too busy for a phone call or to write a letter or even a personal email to someone they care about. They feel they can justify it by adding you as a friend. I have had many instances where someone says "you didn't know?" "well that's your fault, you should keep up on their Facebook page". Really? Is that how I need to find out information about my close friends or relative? As far as my son's Facebook page, all I see is insecure, angry teenagers that like to talk smack about other people, or pictures of themselves posing like a model with skippy clothes and lots of makeup. They use Facebook as a weapon against enemies or groups that have isolated them a well. This is not a healthy way to live. Would they behave like this if face to face with someone? Probably not. It just adds fuel to an evergrowing bullying problem in our schools today. I agree with Alice Mathias, it is very much a three ring circus.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
crazy winter
The warm sun beamed my face as I watched the children play outside after lunch. My outside thermometer shows 37 degrees. Cold by many standards. Warm by Minnesota winter standards. Last spring when the snow started to melt, we had floods that damaged so many homes and business. This spring we will be in a drought from the lack of snow. What is going on? Does it really have to be one extreme or the other?
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My dad
My dad was a tall, thin, good looking guy who had a grin that you wondered what he'd been up to. He was always young at heart, arguing with us kids about what tv show we were going to watch or who was going to wash up first for dinner. Sometimes acting more like a kid than we did. He would get real quiet and sit byhimself if any of us kids were catching more fish than he was on a hot Sunday afternooon. He would be quick to say that it's time to go home after he hadn't caught anything for awhile. Dad loved to plays his drums any chance he could and well, the whole neighborhood knew it too. Going on vacations was quite a treat even thought dad would engage in an arguement with anyone in the care every few mile just to prove to my mom that we should have stayed home because the kids were misbehaving again. My dad past away from brain cancer at the age of 44 . As time has gone by, I will laugh to myself about how irritating and immature he would be at times. I think maybe he was on to something. Maybe we act too serious. Maybe we should race our kids into the bathroom to wash up for dinner. It could keep us young at heart like my dad.
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