Battle Cry~~~Me and I

anyhoo...


                 about a week ago I told you about my Daughter's interest in a certain werewolf boy.

I wrote how I reacted and I must say I reacted quite well under the circumstances.


Calm and cool on the outside

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                        but on the inside was another story.
                                
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so now it begins....



                                   The war with myself.




...a civil war of sorts between my mind and heart.





The Mind yells..."Let her be! She is growing up and nothing you do will stop it! accept it and go on."


The Heart says...."But she's just a baby!"


Mind:  "No she isn't! She's fifteen and this is all normal."


Heart: "But that's just it.....she is ONLY fifteen!"


Mind:  "You'll get over it."


Heart: "Shut up!"


Mind: "No, you shut up!"


Heart: "I'll just forbid her to grow up...just long enough for me to catch up emotionally to all these changes."


Mind: "You're an idiot! Just wait until she starts to drive...which will be in less than a year by the way."


Heart: "Oh you're goin' DOWN sista! Get ready for a royal butt kickin'! "
                                 

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    Fight ensues

                until someone steps in to put the fight on hold

 "Hey! Hey! Stop it! You guys need to put your differences aside and meet on common ground! I have just the thing."

                       

                          ...Now where's the chocolate?" Yells the Stomach.

"Mom, there's this boy..."

So....

           My Daughter came to me and told me there's this boy....




Rational Mom response in BLUE

Mom's inside voice in RED



                                     "Mom, there's this boy....


"Oh....OK go on."

"Oh, hell no....go to your room!"

                                 

                                       " ...and he's really nice"    


"Oh...OK...I would hope so."


"There are no "Nice boys" at fifteen... they are all hormone seething, boobie obsessed werewolves!"

                       
                         "Well, I like him...and he likes me too"



"OK, tell me a bit more about him."

"Go to your room and don't come out 'til you're 30!"



                            "He goes to a church regularly and he's really sweet."



"Well so far so good."


"Oh...PLA-ease!"

 

                                      
                              "He wants me to be his girlfriend."



"Well, I don't blame him. You are a beautiful, smart young lady."

"Oh no he di-n't!"



                                         "I wanted to ask you first."



"I appreciate that. When you say "Girlfriend" what does that mean to you?"

"I said ROOM....NOW....'til 30!!!! And if I hear the words, kissing, car dates or see any hint of hickeys. I might be going to jail!"

                                   

                                        "Well, we'd probably just hold hands."



"Yes, holding hands is OK I guess."


"Right,....ahem..."holding hands"....is that the new lingo for making out? Yep, I'm headed for jail for sure."



                                           "So...Mom....what's your answer?"




"I'll have to think about it and both Dad and I have to talk to you later."

"Before I talk to your Father I'm going to Mexico because doctors here don't have enough legal prescription drugs available that will fix the anxiety I feel right now! Are ya happy now?...Mama is about to become a drugged out zombie! Dr. Phil here I come!"


                                                
                                   "How do you think Dad will react?"



"Most likely He will react just like I did ."


"I'll call the paramedics."

                                               

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Artsy Fartsy Friday~~~Were You There...? ~~Selah

      An outdoor procession of the stations of the cross.

            In New York City where I grew up our Church had a procession every year. The men of the Church would take turns carrying the huge cross through town. It would take several men at a time with one carrying the cross in it's center.


          The women would walk behind it singing songs and rain or shine the youth group would play the parts of the Crucifixion.


I watched as the teen who played Jesus tried to convey pain and exhaustion as he walked through the streets as other teens who played soldiers whipped and mocked him

                      As a child I would look at the teen they chose to play Mary and I would wonder what the real Mary looked like. What was she feeling as the child she loved so much was going to die?


      I wondered about the people who were witnesses. How did they feel? Were they scared, did they feel helpless? hopeless?
       
             The procession always ended back at the Church where there was a solemn quiet time of reflection. In that silence my Mom would cry.

I remember feeling embarrassed of those tears.

              It would scare me.

                    "Mom, why are you crying?" I would ask her.


                     "Because he suffered so..." my Mom would answer.


I can still see myself ...looking up at my mom as those tears rolled down her face and now I get it.

I think of Him walking through those streets....battered and bloodied; knowing his fate he walked on.

I think of the people in His life that loved him, how helpless they must have felt seeing their Teacher, Friend, Son walk to certain death.

I think of the unbearable pain He must have been in and I cry as He still showed love and mercy to those who mocked him and were there to watch him suffer.


I remember my mom's tears and how now I cry with the same answer

                        "Because he suffered so...."

               We know how the story ends
       

                                   

 

             and Thank God......how it begins again

     

I'm Not Dead

What a relief right?

             It seems that lately it's always something.....


If it's not this....then it's that

 If I'm not needed here ...then I'm needed there

I'm being pulled hither
            (OK, seriously I don't know if that is even a word) and yon

If it's not one thing then it's another



Feast or famine



                lately....famine



I'm not dead....just utterly distracted with LIFE

and  so far life is kicking my butt



I feel like I worry all day l o n g
              



                       What am I worrying about?





                                    LIFE!


I worry about my teenager daughter and her interest in a certain young man.......ugh...hold on while I take an Advil....
                                 
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okeedokee



I worry that my Husband's job which has always been wonderfully predictable is now in jeopardy

                     there's talk of lay-offs



I worry about my Mom and in-laws. Their advancing age has brought with it inevitable problems


I worry about my son's grades in school

I even take on other people's worries too, because I am the one they go to with their problems.

and don't get me started on the extra flab that has seared itself to my body



Yes, while I worry...... magically chips, cookies and cake find their way to my mouth to grant me sweet sweet calorie-filled comfort.


and in all this chocolate and worry I haven't the energy to sit and write.


rather than stay up and pour out my writer's soul into this blog I sleepily drag my flabby feet to my bed and fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.


So...what's the answer?


                I HAVE GOT TO               WORRYING!!!

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  The battle lines have been drawn
                      
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                It's an uphill battle people

                But I think I can be victorious

                 all I need is a bit more motivation,

                 Faith

                  and......




                                      more chocolate
                                     
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                        just sayin'.........   Baby steps                

Have You Seen MOJO?

  Hey, have you seen my MOJO?

               He was my constant companion here in Bloggy world and suddenly he is gone.

                   
                Like a naughty pup he ran away and I can't find him anywhere.


Wha?.....you don't know about Mojo?


Well, he was my buddy, pal, amigo, chum.

He kept this blog going by pitching ideas and turning on that little light bulb above my head.


MOJO,  where for art thou MoJo?



He gave me inspiration and now all I have is perspiration without the reward at the end.   I sit here sweating trying to come up with something worth while to write and ....nothin'


A
      BIG
               FAT

                        
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So I am going back to the old saying


a writer writes


and I am going to give it a try......




In the meantime I am putting up some posters

MoJo please come home.