Rules

I erupted in a huge argument yesterday at work over rules.  One of the guys I work with says he gives up on all this crap.  People should be able to do what ever they want.

The thing that really set me off was when he said that it’s not that big of a deal that Miss California posed for less than tasteful photos when she was younger.  He said who cares!  It was on her own time, before she was famous.  And furthermore he said we as a society just need to get used to the fact that #1 sports figures are going to use drugs and #2 beautiful women are going to pose for pictures.  WHAT!

Are you kidding me!  We have to embrace that and except it as the “norm” now?  I don’t think so! 

Then he went on to say look at this teenage boy who went to prom with his girlfriend and got into trouble.  He shouldn’t be in trouble either.  This is where I got ugly.  I think I even slammed my hand on the table.

My comment with blazing eyes and heart pounding out of my chest came as a shout.  What happened to following the rules?  Why can’t anyone just follow the rules anymore?  It’s in the rules that sports figures do not do drugs.  It’s in the rules that Miss America not take her clothes off for a camera.  It was in the rules of that teenagers school not to dance, hold hands or listen to rock and roll music.  He likely broke three rules not just one.  And his step father says we will be taking this to court!  That is ridiculous!  What are we teaching our kids?  If we don’t like the rules just break them and then we will take it to court and show how wrong they were and right we were.  If the people do not agree with the rules of the school then why are they letting their kids go there in the first place? 

Give me a break people!  We need to start evaluating our morals and inner workings.  Things are getting out of hand in a rapid pace and I don’t like where it is going.

My Grandma

While I was at work yesterday a woman came in to pay for her flight.  I could not help but stare at her hands.  She had my Grandma’s hands.

Dark color, loose skin reminicent of an aged person and dark blue veins that bulged slightly above her skin.  Her fingers bony and slightly crooked from literally working her fingers to the bone. 

She wore her mothers ring and her wedding ring.  No fancy, flashy jewelery, just what let everyone know she was a loving wife and devoted mother and grandmother.

Those hands would hold me to read a story or hold a hymnal to sing a song.  They would hold a spoon to stir whatever was causing that heavenly smell or hold the coffee pot out to fill someones cup.

I miss my Grandma!  She was quite a lady!  I know she would be proud of me:-)

Catch up

It seems like it is catch-up week for me.  I have been away to long!  My CW friends probably think I have left the planet, but they probably thought that before:)

I caught up with a couple of people on Face Book the other day, so hopefully that will suffice!  Now for my blog and my CW comrades.

It has been crazy busy at my “real” job lately, so I have been coming home and falling into my sofa, or davenport, as my grandma used to call it. 

I bet she never once fell into her sofa after a long day.  That woman had the energy of that pink bunny!  Right up until her body started to fail her she would be fluffing and preparing the entire time you were sitting and enjoying her home made goodies!

What a woman to look up to!  I love you grandma and I miss you terribly!