Coz I will kill her for sure-lla!
from: Carolyn Bourne
to: heidi withers
subject: your lack of manners
Here are a few examples of your lack of manners:
When you are a guest in another's house, you do not declare what you will and will not eat - unless you are positively allergic to something.
You do not remark that you do not have enough food.
You do not start before everyone else.
You do not take additional helpings without being invited to by your host.
When a guest in another's house, you do not lie in bed until late morning in households that rise early - you fall in line with house norms.
You should never ever insult the family you are about to join at any time and most definitely not in public. I gather you passed this off as a joke but the reaction in the pub was one of shock, not laughter.
You regularly draw attention to yourself. Perhaps you should ask yourself why. No one gets married in a castle unless they own it. It is brash, celebrity style behaviour.
I understand your parents are unable to contribute very much towards the cost of your wedding. (There is nothing wrong with that except that convention is such that one might presume they would have saved over the years for their daughters' marriages.)
If this is the case, it would be most ladylike and gracious to lower your sights and have a modest wedding as befits both your incomes.
One could be accused of thinking that Heidi Withers must be patting herself on the back for having caught a most eligible young man. I pity Freddie.
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Friday, July 1, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I knew it--- A mother's poem
I saw this poem on oakridgerevival blog and I love it. It validates what I have been saying all along...
- TIME with your kids is more essential than ironed clothes and sparkling dishes
- Reading books with them is more important than spotless kitchen countertop
- Sprayhose showers are the best on summer time, better than well sculptured lawn
- laying on the beach stargazing is a best seller to the kids than dustless coffee table
- singing out loud out of tune mommy is better than stone faced mommies ( yippee)
- braiding your daughter's hair is waaaay sweet than sweet iced tea in an expensive hotel
- baking stonehard cookies is better than fancy schmancy dinner in a cruise ship ( although that would be great)
- opposite day pretend play is more awesome than perfect dress/no wrinkle days
- freestyle praying with the lights off is better than all dressed up Sundays ( although we still go to church every Sunday)
- eating on paper plates is more fun and easier so the movie watching can start sooner is a thumbs up than a scheduled appointment to go eat in town.
The Mother's Dilemma
What will they say when I've passed away?
That, "she kept a clean house, but where's she today?"
What gems will I leave for my children I've born?
A clean toilet bowl and a rag mop that's worn?
My windows are shined and my floor's nice and clean.
My laundry's all done. I should feel like a queen.
I should be so happy with my house looking dazzled,
But my mind's in a tizzy and my nerves are all frazzled.
My kids are so gripey, their needs put aside,
But there are dishes to wash and clothes to be dried.
But a dirty dish doesn't look at sad
As a lonely child who's hurt and mad.
And a sparkling dish won't shine as bright
As the face of a man who's been treated right.
Could I have been wrong? Could joy be somewhere
Besides in a toilet bowl that shines with a glare?
Have I been misled by commercials and such
That picture a home that is clean and without fuss?
When my time rolls around, let me take note
To slow down and live, or I might miss the boat.
Lora Lee Duncan
August, 1978
How about you? Share your "better" moments to me.
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