geez i can go off

Ok i was about to go to bed and to wind down I sat on the couch with chris ( who steam cleaned the entire living room, dining room, and hall…) and watched this late night tv show called “rendez views” where a panel sits and talks about this date that two people are on.

I don’t even know where to start.

As a society, we admit we have a serious breakdown in morals. We admit that our children of this generation are not being tought how to be respectful… rooting all the way down to their parents. Some of the things i have heard kids scream at parents, would have gotten you into millitary school for extra bad kids without a blink of an eye.

With the development of the two income family, and the fact that most “families” are now one income because of the fat that there is a 54% divorce rate, our society makes it almost impossible to raise children that have high moral standards. the fact is.. you have got to KNOW your kids, in and out… and it’s not the fault of any single parent that has to work OR any double income family that has to do that to survive… BUT there are major compromises made when you take what was once a norm of at least one parent at home, and change it to where kids spend more time in front of the television than in front of their parents. even I have been guiolty at times of pawning the kids off on my favorite babysitter, the television.

Theres no way to isolate blame… its a series of one thing or another that makes it too impossible to be a full time worker and a full time parent.

I dont work outside the house, and as it is I can barely keep up with my kids minds… and they are JUST 3 and 1. I spend hours a day workinf with them, folding clothes with them, they want so much to emulate everything I do… its what they are programmmed to do as babies and as a species.

Who has kids that gasped when they heard their precious 3 year old say “oh shit”??? Who realized that their kid learned every expression , every little flip of the head.. from US.

Like i said the other day, Zachary saw me standing on a chair to get at something high up, and then used that idea for himself. They dont wan’t sippie cups, they want soda cans, and they are hoping if they whine enough i will give in just to get them off my back.

FUCK THAT! What am I teaching my kid if i let him whine for ten minutes, tellhim no and then finally just give in because i am tired… I can not let my own tired, or anything get in the way of my developing child’s movement towards being a productive adult. NO one wants to be around somene that naggs until you give in.. and i wont let my kids learn to be like that.

some of you have even talked to me on the phone and heard me tell Zachary that i won’t acknowledge “MILK…..MILK…. MIIIILK”. He has got to ask nicely or he gets nothing. I do remind him a lot, but still the message is the same. You dont get it until you ask the right way…

my point.. oh yeah.

With the downfall of the family unit, has come a group oof people that watched their own parents cruelly batter eachother verbally and even physically. They have been witness to their parents bad mouthing eachother to them, they have learned that there is no such thing as respect… Respect must start from the top and teach down. Our kids dont know that its OK to not like something and express it in a way thats not hurtful. They arent learning to commit themself to long hard goals, they are learning that if we dont like who we married this time we can just change our mind…

how many readers here have TWO parents that are still married to eachother?

I am not saying marriage between bio parents is the solution.. i mean lok at my parents. i had a fucked up life and they were married 22 years, so of course thats not my entire point, but it’s JUDGEMENT that i am pointing at…

there was a show on tonight where these two people go on a date, and the chick is wearing something that i dont think i can classify as a cover appropriate for swimming let alone a first date. The guy is talking about his past girlfriends and how they were different in bed… the two hit it off and are making out in the car ride home while an audience cheers, and they dissappear in a hotel.

Lovely.

we just tought our daughters that to be attractive they have to show every inch of skin, and wiggle as much as possible.

we just tought our sons that instant gratification is more important than taking a while to really get to know someone.

the act of sex has become devoid of actual intimacy. people are filling a hole they have with something that cant possibly fill it… and on top of it all, they glamorize it on television so that we can all watch and either drool over the girl or drool over the guy and hope that they get laid later.

I dont think i want to ever “get laid”

if i EVER get near enough to a man to want to be closer to him… it will be respectful, slow, and not about who can prove they are a bigger slut. Respect comes from having your own code and following it even if theres pressure not to.

Respect came from don when he realized i wasnt gonna be having sex with him just because we lived in the same house, and were trying to see if we’d make a good couple. If any man would not take the time that I needed before giving up on me cause i wont sleep with him then its a sure sign i really dont want that guy anyhow. Besides everythig else, i have two young children, so if i ever mate again, i need to make sure it is with someone who is giving my kids the right messages as well.

that it is NOT ok to verbally abuse people, and sometimes if you lose your temper you must apologize and there are consequences. It is not ok to make decisions for the entire family. you are a unit and need to discuss things together before you start screeming that you are both wrong about whatever it is…

people that do that… didnt know eachother that well befoore they got married i guess. I konw that with me and chris, there was a serious amount i didnt know before i married him. Things, that would have actually made me go.. OK, uh NO. I was young and inexperienced… and damn its still not an excuse because now for the sakeof htese kids he will be the paternal role model, and they will worship him foir that no matter if he is an ass or a good guy.

where have we gone? i am so lost and confused about the family structure and lack of it… Sure, women didnt want to be submissive housewives anymore, they wanted to prove to the world they are equals…

hey you.. pssst, we are different creatures fromthe guys…

we all to often forget that we are merely animals and our sex drives ( or lack of) are only there to protect procreation of the species… sorry if you thought G-d created it for fun… not that it cant be but its fun so you will DO IT and therefore have babies… clever isnt it.

I am gonna get reemed for this, but i think a mother ( or fahter) can not nessecarily be a full time employee and then also a full time parent.(not nessecarily once the kids go to school, i am kind of more pointing at the early years now) I dont blame people that need to work to support themself, another part of it is that without a higher education, even a married couple can hardly afford to leave a parent at home. We are setting ourselves up for disaster even bigger when kids that were never parented appropriately become parents too…

I have seen it first hand. look at me who am I to talk, i wasnt parented right, but damn it i spend hours a day a week every minute going over what i can do to be a good parent, from reading online to talking to other parents, anything i can do i will because i want my kids to have more than just an upbringing,,, when they are introduced to the world on their own i want them to have a foundation securely made in self respect and respect for their body mind and fellow man.

hey I gotta run, the next dating show is on and i wanna see if the chick cheats n her boyfriend wtith the other guy… sorry, I will write more about values later after i am done wiith this show and then my shift at the psychic hotline…

-beth

I don’t know.. lol

hi, well in the spirit of what my mother calles her upcomming “vacation” ( otherwise known as impending misery called ” mom is coming cause she thinks she is trying to help you for a few days of agony that are twice as hard as when i don’t have her help”) I decided to write a little poem in a font called

“Vacation MT” ( i think that is what it’s called) .

anyhow, to read the poem, copy and paste it into a mail or onto word or something, and then highlight and change the font back.

I know it’s gonna seem like a pain in the ass… however at lest if you dont actually do the translation, you get to look at a bunch of little funky characters in patterns. My favorite one personally is the little ski guy…

anyhow if anyone can’t figure uot how to translate it, and you’r life wont be complete without knowing what it says, lol, drop me a line and i will send it to you.

remember its not some huge secret, just a poem in the spirit of vacation!

When my mother comes to visit

it seems like a million years

when only its been just one day

of my misery that seers!

I love my mommy dearly

though she if often slow

she can not make the simplest thing

much harder often though

Much like me, she can’t read well

her eyes and brain dont talk

my eyes and brain talk all to much

yeah, i cant think of anything that rhymes with talk and also makes sense…

i guess i am in a funky mood, as my mother sometimes can trance me…

i love her so much, she is my mother but then.. i know its not as lovely as a daughter as i could be,,, but she annoys me to no end.

I know everyones mom annoys them.

I cant imagine my mom and dad actually married eachother…

My father is one of the absolutely smartest people i have ever met EVER. The other day he called my painting silly because… well… he could make anything i make twice as well, or perfect.

you know, just cause i am better at something sometimes than someone else, i dont give myself to decide that nothing they say is worth any validity. That is what my dad does to me. In reality, i have ultimate respect for anyone who wants to learn from people that are less “advanced” in some areas.. I learn things from my violin students all the time. I get to learn how it is that THEY learn… an invaluable resource to teaching.

My father wants to “teach ” me, but refuses to learn from ME how to do that. I love the line i once heard “you teach me how to teach you”, as it is along the liones “we teach others how to treat us”

How dad became enamoured with my mother way back in the 60′s I will never figure out. My mother is an unbelievably hard worker. With her learning disabilities she still managed to go to school and then graduate school. She is a speech pathologist. But she can’t do what dad and I can creatively with almost no effort. She once spent three weeks writing a song for her scool that she tought at… three weeks… it goes like this…

lets give a cheer

lets give a cheer

to the school we went to this year.

we work and play

we share all day

south huntington we love you!

did I say three weeks? not that i am not proud of her…. there are things she can do with little or no effort that i find impossible. Exercising for example.. she has gotten up and walked at the football track every morning with the same two women for as long as i can remember. If someone suggested i do that? i would try but i cant keep doing something like that.. something that has little variation from day to day.

Of course.. now my mom has a great ass and I dont.. but hey.. she walks!

the other thing i totally admire about my mother is her patience… as i am thoroughly impatient with her a lot of the time. She is willing to just… “wait out” anything.. while myself and a lot of other people told her it was time to boot my brother out of the house… she stayed calm through all the drugs he did, guns he brough home, loud DJ mixing at 3am, his hellatious mood swings, and his verbal abuse at her.. she used to tell me that she knew what she was doing…

He just turned 24 and i am pleased to say that he is finally on the right track. I never again will wonder if sometimes waiting itout is a good idea. I know now it was. If she had thrown him out, he could not have straightened out like he did. For someone with severe learning disabilities, my mother is probably one of the wises people i know… ( too bad it takes a year of agony to get to the wise part) lol just kidding .

everyone has things with family that happen… so i am not proclaiming to be any different or special than anyone else with a family… well except that i really wasnt raised by them and they have this idea that getting rid of all the memorabelia that validates my sisters life should be taken out of circulation because its too hard to remember that they could have been around more and maybe not have lost one of their daughters.

Again, I think i am pretty darn passive to understand their need to do that more than be pissed that they wouldn’t think about how it would effect the daughter they had left. you know this isnt a poem… i should have known i would babble. gee its not like i have ever babbled before….

ok, guess what happened.. well pretty much i forgot i was writing a poem and started analizing my parents psyche’s. lol. that is so sad.. it seems i am preoccupied with my parets today.. maybe thats cause yesterday was all about my father and soon there will be a bunch of mom days. you know you are in trouble when you cant wait for your mom to go home and she hasn’t even gotten here yet.

I’ll be ok. lol.

i’ll just keep telling her that “no no i am not avoiding you.. i just want you to have quality time with the kids”

ha ha. nah…

at lease my mom is ever supportive. If I told my mom I was going to go back to school again for toothpaste production she would think it was a great idea… they are such a yin yang… Chemistry was almost good enough for my dad, but toothpaste production would make my mom extatic.

speeking of toothpaste i have a funny to tell you. I am needing to finish steeming now so I will save it for later, but it involves another call from Delve resurch , this time from a different person conducting the same survey about tooth brushing, and how i kind of took the entire survey again before elling the guy.. lol…. that i already took it last week and then proceeded to like make fun of his co worker in my diary because of the questions..

He wasnt as humored as other random callers have been… but i guess for number 7 in five days… you cant have a perfect track record. he didnt want to send a picture, in fact he hardly laughed at e when i tried to distract him during the interview… he really must take toothbrushing surveys way seriously. lol.

anyhow i will write about that later…

onward and upward.. (and sideway with the steem cleaner)

Beth

Steem Cleaner



That is what I have to do tonight, steem my living room carpet. My mother is coming to visit on thursday for four days with her boyfriend Paul.

Since I don’t have much extra space ( and i am NOT letting them sleep in my bed with me like other housemates have sometimes in the past… and no we were not FUCKING) ugh, there are some visuals you just dont ever want to have of your mom… they are staying at the holiday in express about two seconds from my house. She can call me and i can be there in like two seconds.

I have mixed feelings. My father always wants to see my mom, my mom could not care less. She has a good sense of humor and even though she drives me crazy because she asks me obsure rediculous questions over and over, she is also very smart in other ways.

ok that did not make sense. My mother is kind of slow, and i don’t mean that like i am making fun of her.. she is 58 and does know that you need to stop at a flashing red light. I love her dearly, and shes funny as hell in some conversatoins, but then she can say.. so what did you have for dinner

and i will belike.. chicken

” oh how did you cook it”

“in the skillet with some marinade”

“did you have anything with it?”

“broccoli”

“oh, cool i like broccoli, how did you cook it?”

“steemed it”

“in a standup steemer or the kind you put in the pot”

” pot mom… i like pot”

“oh nice..bethy.. did you put butter or salt on it?”

“no”

“you know you can melt cheese on broccoli”

” really???no mom I have never heard of that”

” i am surprised… they serve it like that in a lot of resteraunts”

“hm, i dont get it but i guess i will try sometime” ( i know that it sounds mean i was being sarcastic, but i have to be to get through it trust me”

“have you eaten any butternut squash lately?”

“i dont know mom. i am not big on squash”

“your brother is going to africa”

“where> when… ? wow!”

“I don’t know… haven’t you been to africa?

“no mom, only israel”

“so.. how did you meet all those people from africa you told me about”

“I resettled them wheni worked at refugee srvices mom”

“oh thats right… “

“mom i gotta go”

“ok hunny, so how have you been?”

” good mom.. i need to get my hair cut”

” I have always loved your hair”

“me too mom but i have an appointment and i need to get to it, want me to call you from the car?”

” i remember the first time i cut your hair”

“mom”

“yes bethie”

” I have to go…”

“oh ok… where are you going?”

” to get a haircut”

“oh really? do you have an appointment? or are you just walking in?”

” i have an appointment mom, in 20 minutes”

“oh thats good. its good to make appointments when you want to manage time well”

” yes I know”

“i never used to make appointments….

“MOM… I gotta run I will call you in a sec”

and then i jsut gotta hang up. Usually i call her back as soon as i am in the car going somewhere if the case happens to be like this one.. because she will get very hurt that i rushed out without saying goodbye…

ok, is anyone feeling a little tense now?

if not. go back and read that conversation again….

thursday.. oy oy oy

-beth LOL

Message number 3

ok Beth, thats it I am out of here. i’ll try and call you tomorrow or come by, please please please… if you cant be here at least leave me a key outside and a message on my machine telling me where it is… cause i really need to get back to journaling ok? PLEASE dont forget. (oh man she is SO gonna forget)

-Beth

Second Message 4:11AM

BETH! where the hell are you… I have been waiting her for ever… look I am starting to get a little annoyed. You did say “stop by any time and make an entry” right? Well ? I have been here almost all night now. You arent answering your cell phone and your hose phone is getting a busy signal and i dont know if it’s cause the cat knocked the phone off or if you are sucked into your computer that you arent ever answering a phone that rings for you to TALK to people…. that means using your VOICE…. grrrr. You have had that thing what… a week and already all of os forget what you look like. I hope this computer thing dies out like the other fads… sigh.. anyhow

since you werent here i poked around your place ( except the puter room, it has nails on it , door wont open unless i come back with a chainsaw) and i found some old poetry… Man you really sucked at writing! I had to go through like five folders to find one decent thing, and that thing was the only blank sheet of paper in the folders.. you need another hobby.

Have you been in the sun lately? anyhow gimme a hollar when you get back, or shall I say get OUT of the computer room. And please dnt take forever , I Really want to make an entry and this is starting to get kind of rude.

bye

Beth

(the following poem is from one of my folders, this was written in 1994, when i JUST started trying poetry)



No one has to learn to hate

in preschool games, they seal our fate

Who would think that childhood games

can kill the freedom childhood claims

and friday afternoon it comes

without early release

and Saturdays are rainy

In the warehouse where they store the peace

Grass is growing two feet high

People are just driving by

and crickets chirp the bees will buzz

the kittens coat

of soft warm fuzz

Someones driving down the road

running from the storm

to get somewhere worth going

running from the truth

just how far is far enough

running from yourself

there is no way of knowing

running back to youth

the speed of a car

aint getting you to far

you can gooff the earth

reconcile with you’r birth

the roads split apart

you are back at the start

you can run with the rain

try to drown out the pain

of the person you were

knowing you are not her

and then ready or not

you just “sign on the dot please”

for your brand new attitude.

dissappointed

my dad came home… yes i found the entries…

i started to tell him that i was writing a diary ( wasnt gonna tell him the website) but told him he might want to se the picture i painted and had on there….

he toldme ” i am not in the mood to look at a silly painting”

I asked him when he is ever in the mood to talk to me about anything that is about me at all…

“not now bethie”

pleaseG-d dont let me cry with him driving me all the way home.

its an empty well, but he’s still my daddy…

my daddy, and i wish he’d love me back

ps

i forgot how many rules i had before….

but heres a biggie…

DO NOT print out two diary entries and then forget where you put them down while running after your kid. I am so fucked if I dont find them…. and i have been looking for ten minutes. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH