Happy Valentine

Romance is great, but should be done on every day of the year. Great flourishes should be seen for what they are; they are all part of smoke and mirrors and in no way a thing to be hankered after.

The idea of getting anonymous Valentine is just a little stalkish. Imagine the great steps forward we could make humanity if there was a celebration of honesty. It would be far braver to invent a holiday where people needed to be open and honest with a person that they liked.

The commercialism is all good and well and part of what makes the world go round, but really, why would you love somebody because they sent you flowers. This is the same stupidity that is shown by young girls who think they love someone due to the car that they drive or what their parents own.

Lust is a totally different animal, and if this is what you are after then for Pete’s sake, send as many bunches of flowers as you can and scribble in as many cards as there are people to send them to. It is after all a numbers game and you never know when you are going to get lucky. Just don't be sad when it fizzles out like a mouthful of pop rocks.

Who knows where love comes from?
Is it biological as in knowing that your combined genetics would make interesting offspring?
Is it having matching and complementary neuroses?
Is it coming from similar socio-economic backgrounds?
Is it some sort of ego boost?
Or lastly are we destined to be with specific people and if we are very lucky we can form a family with that person and live out our lives feeling secure and loved.

The whole thing of really being with somebody is that they get to know you through and through. This is not just the advertised cool bits, but, all the other bits as well. The bits that, if you are honest with yourself, you can sometimes get embarrassed about. If you have never felt any embarrassment about who you are at your very depths, then you are either an amazing human that is seriously evolved, or you are still reading the manufacturers opinion of you. Parents tend to talk you up, don't believe them. :D

After all of that, I hope everyone has an amazing Valentines Day. May I wish you a Happy Valentine and may love cross your path.

May your heart be all a flutter.

Nameste'

Love your children

The only job you have as a parent is to love your children.

On Facebook I have been seeing stupid posters that people have liked and shared, that advocate smacking children as well as never given in to the demands of children. I believe that this is just disgusting.These parenting tips are brought to people under the guise of a religious thoughts. I suppose that these poor people have taken to religion so I suppose they have forgotten how to think for themselves or they are so badly scarred from their own traumatic upbringing that they want to perpetrate the horror.

As far as I am concerned, the only reason that children are smacked is that children are really annoying and beating them relieves some of the stress. It is disgusting to raise your hand to a child. It is not you winning as a parent but rather you failing as a human being. I think that adults who smack children are the basest bullies that walk this earth.

The other parenting tip is that you must never give in to your child’s wants. Yes it is embarrassing having a child throw a tantrum in a shop, but, how on earth could it have got that far if you were being an engaged parent and actually listening to what your child wants. I have found that if a child wants something and the item is out of your reach as a human, then a quiet conversation with your child will normally allay any tantrum and allow your child to realize that you are not just being a dick-head in not getting them what they want.

I think the saddest story that I was told about my childhood is that I only threw one tantrum in my life. I threw the wobbly and was beaten by my mother (this being the same person who fed ants as all creatures were glorious). Well as the story goes the next time I wanted to have a hissy, I threw myself down and then jumped up and shut up when I saw her. I could cry for the child that I was. How horrid to not be able to express the sheer frustration of not being able to communicate. I then didn't get to talk for quite a few years after that as my older sister did all of the talking for me.

Luckily I have got over that now and can throw the most glorious tantrums if I don’t think that I am being heard.

I think it is amazing when you are able to give a child what they want. Think of the evolution of the mind of the child, as the item given will stimulate thoughts that we as adults can never even imagine. Each generation is supposed to have a higher IQ than the previous one and the only way that is possible is to give them what they need. Parents are parents because they decided to have children and this must be the highest priority in their lives.

I think the highest honor and privilege that I have been given in my life is to be a mother. I have the most amazingly creative children in the world and this was not beaten into them.  

Namaste' glorious ones!

Happy 2014

Happy new year 2014. May we all have an amazing year.

The numbers of this year add up to seven so this could be a wildly chaotic time in which things happen in a manner that is even better that anything that we could think about.

I hope that in this year more people discover their own creativity and are able to pursue whatever it may be. I think it is a true blessing to be able to create.

As for resolutions. Don't bother making them. I feel that most people are always living the best lives that they can manage. Should you wish to try harder at the beginning of a year, that is great, but, don't expect yourself to be a totally different person this year. You are who you are that that is good enough.

Namaste'

Wedding fun

My eldest child is getting married and it has brought to mind thoughts I have on both weddings and marriage in general.

It is truly an amazing thing when two people get together and decide to get married. What they are actually trying to do is form a new family unit. From this the next generation can spring and then they too can become ancestors.

The modern thing of writing your own vows is pretty silly. The old ones pretty much covered all the bases that needed to be covered.

Firstly I like the word cleave, as in cleaving unto each other. What this says to me is that you become one unit. One itches, then the other scratches. If you think of being a single unit then how could you do anything that would harm the other part of you or hurt the other part of you?

The second bit of forsaking all others, well that is true, you have to put your spouse first. I know this is an ignored opinion with people being told to pursue their own fun and give their partners freedom to pursue their own thing. Just be careful that in all the pursuing the reason for being together does not get lost. 

The thing I feel with the forsaking is that at last you are declaring to the world that you are a new family that all other people should not impeded your progress towards this goal. The other part of forsaking is the being faithful to your spouse until you both die. Now this one is pretty harsh. Not the bit that when you both alive, this goes without saying, but, what most people don't seem to get is that it is until you both peg.

The thing is that what you are agreeing to is serious. If you are an honourable person then the vows that you are taking should almost make you shit yourself. You are on the lightest side of the agreement, promising to love this person regardless of what happens. You are promising to cherish them no matter what.

The word cherish should be worried about. It is sneaky. Cherishing goes way beyond loving and caring, cherish is the thing that will make your heart skip a beat when you unexpectedly see your spouse in a crowd. Cherish is knowing what the other one want before they even do. Cherishing can just bring a lump to the throat in all it should invoke.

In traditional wedding ceremonies they have all the times quoting all the ups and downs. If you live long enough together you will experience the better and worse, the richer, the poorer and the sickness and in health. In the modern idiom I think they should add in the exciting and the boring. They should also add something about even in the cross and grumpy. The thing about in sickness of course is that with one sign of a pen, your spouse now has the right to make all of your medical decisions should you not be able to. So be nice to them, they could switch off the machines one day.

Now with all this talk of marriage we get back to the wedding. Instead of it being quite a sober affair that is in line with what you are promising to do, most wedding become this extravaganza of trying to be people who we really are not. Women would not in all reality run around in white poofy dresses that make them look like sugar plum fairies. What does it say about us that we expect people to pretend to be someone else on the one day that you had better have a grasp on what is real.

I know it is a celebration, and as such I will keep my opinions to myself. (Here doesn't count, the likelihood of my child reading this is almost the same odds as the zombie apocalypse)

I think it is lovely that they are getting married. It shows hope and really that is all that is needed to keep going in this world of ours.

Taco hell oops sorry meant shell

My family and I love to have a Taco evening every now and again. This comprises of us purchasing a box that contain the required spices to zing up the mince, Taco salsa to use in the construction of the tacos and lastly the taco shells. We normally also buy an extra bottle of salsa as the amount given would only give you a cubic centimetre per taco which is just ridiculous.

Well we planned this excitement for our evening repast last night and my child grated the cheese, I sliced up a lettuce into 5 mm strips and tomatoes into tiny blocks and my husband prepared the mince. All was going well, there was a bit of excitement as the box pronounced that it contained a new look. Hey we come from Africa almost anything excites us. I imagined all sort of new containers, added toys, possible a tiny piñata.

 The wonderful smell filled the kitchen and the salsa had been doled out into individual serving bowls. The lettuce, tomato and cheese were all ready and looking inviting and then the new look was spotted, what had been excitement turned to despair as we realized the new look was flat taco shells, no longer were they going to be enticing shells to put delicious flavours into and then enjoy their crispy delight, but rather flat objects that would need to carry the flavours in a precarious journey from the dinner plate to the mouth with morsels of deliciousness falling back to the plate waiting surface. The worst thing was that these new shaped taco shells were not all flat, but only half of them which then allowed us to have the debate as to whether to be the altruistic martyr or allow each family member to grow by experiencing the bitter disappointment of a flat taco shell.

Please go back to the old style taco shells; they really work a whole lot better. The dinner was taken from amazing to okay and that is a sad thing to do in this day and age where things are a struggle as it is. 

Namaste'