Meaningful Monday

MAMA BEAR

Quirky Michigan Sports

Switching it up a bit....

With Football season in full swing and the Michigan/Ohio State game less than a month away, I felt the need to wear my colors and stand behind my home teams. Living so close to the Michigan/Ohio border, we get a mix of maize and blue intermingling with scarlet and grey. While shopping at the local Target yesterday, a guy was walking down the isle with his loud Ohio State jacket on. A Target employee walking past said to him "nice jacket". The guy looked at the employee with a guarded expression and asked him "seriously?". He must have thought it was meant to be a joke being he was in Michigan territory, a small price you pay during this time of year here. However the kid said "Oh yeah, I went to Ohio State my freshman year." They started to go into where and when they both attended...blah, blah,blah. I couldn't resist. I wasn't disrespectful, mind you. This is Michigan though and I felt the need to remind them of that fact.
As I was passing by I called out "Go Blue!", and kept right on walking cause you never know what you will face with an opposing teams fanatic! Much to my chagrin, they took it in stride, laughing and saying "boo hoo". It could have been much worse.

The rivalry is believed to have begun with the 1835-1834 Toledo war. It was a boundary dispute between the state of Ohio and the territory of Michigan, ending with Michigan surrendering the desired land of Toledo in exchange for it's statehood and the Upper Peninsula. Turned out to be a pretty good deal, but I guess both sides never really kissed and made up.


Detroit is also known as "Hockeytown". Duh. Recently I have been hearing a lot of ribs about Al the octopus. Some people have a problem with tradition and good luck charms I guess. I couldn't tell you how many times I have heard "what's up with the octopus?" or much worse.
Briefly, back in 1952, it took 8 playoff wins to claim the cup. Two brothers who owned a store in the Eastern Market downtown Detroit first tossed an octopus onto the ice, an octopus having 8 arms, symbolizing the wins needed for the cup. The wings swept up the victories all the way to the cup and the next two of three championships. A tradition and mascot was born.

Now, The Lions are not the most stellar team in the NFL, however, you do have them to thank for the Thanksgiving Day football games you'll be watching in between your extra helpings. This November will be the 70th edition of the Thanksgiving Day football tradition. It was the Lions first owner in 1934 who started the whole turkey day idea and the team has had a game on that day ever since. We don't need to go into the stats though, it's all about the tradition!
Sigh...Anyhow, these are my home teams and I'm behind them, win or lose.

Songbird

So the song is finished. Originally she had asked for a "women kicking ass" kinda song...her words, not mine :) However, when ever I tried to write, the only thing I could think of was our daughters. How she had talked about her little girl and of course how I felt about mine.

What came from those thoughts was a story of what it is like to be a woman raising a woman. Now, the both of us have sons too. Sons that as far as we are concerned, hung the moon. Being a mom though, you just don't have that same perspective as your boy. When my girls grow up, I will know intimately what it's like to face what they are going to face. The challenges and struggles that happen out in the world and inside your heart. I grab and kiss their baby faces right now as much as I can because I know, all too soon, that time is going to come where I won't be able to do that without something getting thrown at me or worse....hearing an ewww, gross mom.

I kept thinking of how we would like our daughters to see us and just how they effect our lives, the decisions we make. That when we raise a girl to be a woman we come full circle. Almost as if we are raising ourselves, providing for them what we were lacking in our own childhood. Here are a few verses:

What I want her to be tomorrow
Is what I have to be today
The choices I make right now
Will help show her the way
With one foot in front of the other
Nothing can keep you down forever
Your life is yours to make
The world is there to take

So when life can seem impossible
With no simple way to make it through
I ask myself just one question
What would I want my daughter to do
Shown the way because of my love for you

In time as we talk woman to woman
And your own little one has come along
I'll let you know what to ask yourself
For in that answer you can't go wrong
With innocent eyes watching you'll be strong

My friend said she liked it. Okay she gushed about how she loved, but she's a good friend. That's what they're suppose to do!

We'll see what happens.

Support System

This past weekend I went to go see my friend, the one who asked me to write her a song, sing in a local talent show. She did a wonderful job. Naturally. Despite the music not being on cue and her mic going out half way through the performance, she rocked. To watch her, you couldn't see anything but a cool as a cucumber performer. Girlfriend actually did better vocally after the mic went out. She pushed her voice out and continued on with the show. She was a true inspiration. A lesson in class.

I can tell you honestly I would have stomped off the stage crying and cursing the fates for my rotten luck had that happened to me. I guess that's why I'm better off behind the scenes writing, and that's where I'll stay thank you very much. I'm a person who is ever suspicious, just waiting for something to go wrong. So when something finally does go wrong it's like I put my hands on my hips and yell "see" really loud. I can't help it. Like Popeye said...."I ams what I ams".

Juvenile behavior aside, I am lucky enough to have friends that show me a better way. Like Girlfriend and her classy disposition. Then there's Cali Girl. This lady is a truly enlightened being. You gotta question, she's got an answer. You gotta problem. She's gotta solution. One of the most intelligent persons I've ever met in my life. Why she ever became friends with this clueless, lost soul, I'll never know, but I am glad she did. Last but not least there's Plucky. The only other girl I've known who can be just as goofy as I can be. If not more so. That's saying a lot too! It's nice to have someone you can be downright foolish with and not feel self conscience about it in the least. However, for as nutty as we can be, we have been know on occasion to have adult conversations. Talks that have actually been productive in lighting a path on this journey that is life.

I have been throwing some pretty crazy stuff at these ladies lately but they haven't so much as batted a pretty eyelash at me. No matter what I have ever confided in them, they looked at me like I had just told them the sky is blue. Their expressions almost saying....And? They're my support. My friends. My family.

Like the Beatles sang, I get by with a little help from my friends. In my case, more than just a little.

Something wicked that way goes

There are many scary things
around this time of year
Intimidating and strange beings
that try to make you fear

Jumping out from behind
you better watch your back
The spooky ones don't mind
carrying out a sneak attack

When the moment is right
they'll make their move
expecting you to run in fright
but there's something to prove

Putting on a disguise
it's all in great fun
Trying for the surprise
careful, your not the only one

Some may know of the trick
and be one step ahead
Turning the tables quick
having you on the run instead

and the beat goes on

One of my oldest friends firmly placed her foot in my behind today. She gave little nudges and suggestions before, but this afternoon there was no mistake in what her intentions were.

A couple weeks ago girlfriend tried out for and got accepted into a local talent show. A big get for her, but nobody was really surprised, she can sing. Sing very well in fact.

I can remember us back when we were in junior high, walking from her house to her singing lessons. She sang like an angel even then.

So today when she very enthusiastically brought up me writing some songs for her, well... color me inspired. Can I do it? I have no idea. I surely am going to try though. Girlfriend did show an interest in "women kicking ass kinda songs". I think I may have a few tricks up my sleeve on that subject....

To be continued

Meaningful Monday

With all of the turmoil going on these days, I decided to make a day all about pictures of objects (not people) that have a special meaning to me. I may say what that meaning is, I may not. I'll sometimes ask for an opinion or elaboration on the object, but most likely I will not.

My first Meaningful Monday pic:

*click here*




No 'splainin needed ; )

The little things

As the saying goes, its the little things in life that matter the most. When things start to get too thick, it's easy to lose sight of this. In times of high stress I tend to turn inward. Shutting everything and everybody out. When your a mother this is where things tend to get sticky. Where do you find the balance between taking care of yourself and taking care of your children? They tend to be all consuming when it comes to your time.

I will be the first to admit that lately I've been lacking in the "mother of the year" category. My patience is worn, temper is quick and moods are all over the place. It doesn't make for a very consistent environment, and that can be disastrous when going through a divorce with children.

I've found that every now and then, I need a reminder that it's the little things that count.

The other night I was trying to get my two girls to sleep but my 18 month old was having non of it. I had her on one side of me acting like a monkey that just downed a Red Bull and my 4 year old on the other side of me being quiet for a change. After I got the baby to finally settle down, all was peaceful again but I was still agitated.

Then my older daughter reached over and lightly put her hand on my arm. I said "I love you baby". She responded by saying "I love you. I love you and daddy both".

Oh to be put in your place by a 4 year old. It's something that everybody should experience at least once in their lifetime. When she did this, it said many things to me all at the same time. Foremost is that she knows her world is changing and the two most important people in her life don't like each other very much right now. Next, she wanted me to know of her love for the both of us and she was giving me comfort with her little hand. Then the realization came that I have to snap out of it. This is bigger than me, bigger than him. The fate of these three angels could forever be changed if we don't do this right. I say we, but I can only control my own actions during this ordeal.

Her touch and those few words were the kick in the pants that I needed to readjust my perspective and put my focus back where it belongs. Not on all that is wrong, but all that is right. It really, truly is the little things in life that matter the most.

Lost and Found

Sarcasm was my super power
It had come to me so naturally
There to help soften the blow
whenever a laugh was in need

Lately the humor has faded
turning to resignation instead
I can't find anything funny in
continuously being defeated

One thing after another comes
to knock me down a peg or two
It's hard to see the lighter side
with such a sober point of view

Can I find it possible to laugh
in the face of such adversity
I'm still headstrong after all
wanting to stick it to the enemy

So when something comes along
to jump up and bite you in the rear
Take things one day at a time
whether it's with a smile or sneer

And when it gets too difficult,
the comical remaining unseen
Smile for the fun of it so people
will think that your up to something

The gift

Ok Universe. I am listening. You have my full, undivided attention. It may have taken a while, but you have it now.

I believe it was no mere coincidence that when I was done writing my last post, I got a knock on my door.

I have an old school approach to this blogging thing. I like to write, so I commit my thoughts to paper before I pound it out on the keyboard. So not long after I wrote about a woman's worth, I went to answer the door.

It was my friendly neighborhood mailman with a certified letter for yours truly. The kind of certified mail that requires not one but two signatures on two different pieces of paper. I have been served. My divorce papers have come.

Being we still live in the same house, you would have thought he could have mentioned something about filing. Maybe in passing? Nope, nothing. For financial reasons we have been staying in the same house, not for too much longer though, and talked about doing the actual paperwork for the divorce when we were a little more financially stable after the move. This arrangement makes for some tense moments but we still have three children we are raising together.

Reading over my freedom, I mean divorce papers, I come to the signature part. I see his familiar chicken scratch and then I see where he dated it. The 22nd of September. The day after my birthday.

After all this is said and done and an agreement has been reached with the children, I will be thanking him for my birthday gift. It was exactly what I wanted.

What follows is something that was inspired by the quote in my previous post. Short and sweet, to the point. Kind of like the divorce papers.


Unhappy alone or unhappy with someone
doesn't really apply to me anymore
I've been handed my walking papers
watch me dance, not walk out the door

A Womans Worth

At an event this past Summer, a momentary exchange caught my attention and struck a chord.

A beautiful woman, I mean gorgeous, had her child at a big dance recital. I was there for the same reason, out daughters attend the same dance studio, different classes. I've never spoken with her, just noticed her in passing the way we all notice what we find attractive.

There was a big crowd attending this recital, it was a special one at our local county fair. If you've never had a daughter in a class that puts on recitals let me tell you, it's not for the weak. All the costume changes, the little girl drama, the inevitable "something" going wrong...eh, I need a drink just thinking about it.

The woman was there with her little girl, her very young son, and a guy I had never seen before.
What I witnessed was a brief conversation between her and this guy. By brief, I mean less than 45 seconds, but it was enough.

Apparently this guy is the father of her children, and he didn't take too kindly to being stuck alone with the baby while she was rushing around trying to get their daughter on stage and if she was lucky, maybe get to see her little girl in all her public glory.

What made me notice in the first place was his attitude. He gets up from the benches where he sat in the audience , quickly pushing the stroller. The woman notices him and stops watching the girls from the side of the stage and follows him. That's another thing with having your child in a dance recital, the mom's don't get to sit.

The guy walks to a point just past me when she catches up. She asked him what was wrong and his response, with attitude, was that he wasn't going to just sit in the audience all by himself. I guess the baby he was pushing was a non entity to him. As they walked off I heard her explaining to him, very calmly, all that she had to do with their daughter. Whenever I saw him around that day, you could clearly tell he was annoyed to be there.

The first thing I thought when I heard him talk to her like that was, this guy felt put out by having to be a parent. The next thing I thought was, what was this beautiful woman doing with that scrawny, unattractive guy who obviously didn't appreciate her?

Now, I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what I witnessed was a very small exchange between a couple.

However, with this guy's attitude and being I had never seen him at practice or any other recital, I think my first impression was true and this parenting thing is just not for him. What she sees in him, I don't know. Like I said, he is a small, selfish man who is not very attractive. She could literally be in magazines, is a good mom, and a nice person. I really wanted to go up to her and ask "you're beautiful, what are you doing with that guy"? I didn't think it would go over too well so I said nothing.

It got me thinking about women and what we see when we look in the mirror. Do the majority of us know what we are worth? Why do women allow themselves to settle when it comes to love?

I can tell you, when I got married I believed I loved him, but what made me choose him was that he was a good worker and he didn't drink. Those were the only things I thought I needed to make my relationship last forever. Look where I'm at now, what would have happened if I didn't settle? I have my children, that alone made it worth it, but I deserve better.

Us woman settle because we start to believe what we are told. We buy what others selling because all of the advertisements say we should.

So few of us are told as little girls that second best (or 3rd, 4th) is not good enough. That just because there are some fun moments, Mr. Right he is not. Like the lovely Marilyn Monroe once said "I'd rather be unhappy and alone, than unhappy with someone." You need to be with the one who leaves no doubt in your mind. The one who makes you feel so damn good, your momma cries out. Yeah, I went there.

If you're with an unappreciative guy that caught a girl that he doesn't deserve, It should only be a matter of time before you ask yourself what everybody else does and leave him behind.

If a guy says he would like some "time"and "space", give it to him. He may be surprised though when the vacancy is filled in his absence.

If, like I was, you are with someone who wishes to control your every thought, a better way of life begins with just one step. Take it and watch the restraints fall away.

All little girls grow up wanting
someone to treat them special
wishing to be cherished
like throwing pennies in a well
Its not a fairytale
but a lie that is told
Prince Charming never comes
only cold reality grabs hold
To my beautiful little girls
that old farce I will never say
Depend only on yourself, for
there's no one to take you away
No longer do I believe
in tales that have misled
I may not be cherished
but I will be respected

Just because

From the Associated Press:

PASADENA, Texas - Authorities say a Houston-area woman who was burned up at her former common-law husband fried their pet goldfish and ate some of them.

Pasadena police say it's a civil matter and no charges will be filed. The seven goldfish were purchased together by the couple during happier times.

Police spokesman Vance Mitchell says the man reported on Saturday that the woman took the goldfish from his apartment.

Mitchell says the two argued earlier about some jewelry the man had given her but took back. She wanted the jewelry returned.

Officers who were dispatched to the woman's home arrived to find four fried goldfish on a plate. The woman said she already ate the other three.

.....my kinda girl ; )

The Enemy Within

When is it I can stop being
my very own worst enemy
it's war I declare on myself
when I only want to be free

How do you defend when the
attacker comes from within
run for cover or turn and fight
no matter which you can't win

Calling out the assailant
I yell and point my finger
but only mocking rage from
the one who's in the mirror

To be up against the one who
does the most damage of all
nobodies to blame but yourself
when you cause your own fall

Longing to call a truce since
all the things I want to be
look so damn impossible when
I'm my own worst enemy