Monthly Archives: July 2014

Make the game your bitch

This is a reblog but if you have a daughter totally worth the reading!!

Mollytopia

I read a post last night that made me feel like a real parental dumb-ass.  I want you to read it, too.  Not because I want you to feel like a dumb-ass, but because I’m interested in what the outcome of the game will be in your house.  It’s designed to help kids develop a positive self-image.  If you don’t have kids, you can play with the game with any other human.  You may be as surprised as I was by the results.

Here are the highlights:

The mom who wrote the article had been trying to avoid having her daughter develop a negative body-image.  Her tactic (and mine) was not saying anything about her body at all.  Then thanks to Kate Winslet she realized she needed to do more (click the link above for those details).

She started intentionally talking to her daughter about things she liked about herself and her…

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Images

This last week I had two different friends who were concerned about posted pictures in social media. And I am not talking about horrible pictures, just your everyday kind of picture. This doesn’t make much sense to me. My logic is that anyone I am friends with on fb or in the world will love me as I am and for who I am inside. It breaks my heart that we worry so much about what others think. I think if you don’t like me… delete me or better yet… let me know and I will block you. Good riddance.
The picture I posted with this blog is from a day I went to Worlds of Fun. Of course I wanted a pony tail but my hair wasn’t long enough but I tried anyway. So… when I took the pony tail holder out the hair stuck straight out and I couldn’t calm it down without a shower. It is what a lot of peeps would call a terrible picture. Not me. It is just me that way I am. If you don’t like it… too bad!! Two hours later I took another pic… I posted that below. I don’t think wither is better at defining who I am. Smooches to all!!
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The Body Projects of American Girls Through Their Diaries

I am definetly putting this on my to read list. sounds very interesting. Reblog!

The Bookshelf of Emily J.

From the first few lines of The Body Project: An Intimate History of American Girls (1997) by Joan Jacobs Brumberg, I was hooked. I loved the concept of doing research in girls’ diaries from the past in order to gain present understanding of how girlhood and the intimacies of puberty have changed over the years. Brumberg argues, “Understanding what has happened historically to girls’ bodies and to their relationships with those who surround them—especially their mothers, teachers, and physicians—provides the first step in crafting an effective, progressive response to a predicament that already threatens the prospects of young women who will come of age in the twenty-first century” (p. xxxiii). Jumping off from this idea and assumption, I did a rhetorical analysis of The American Girl manual The Care and Keeping of You: The Body Book for Girls as one way we currently address these issues and attempt to facilitate…

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Just a Regular Day

I just laughed through this as it is how I attempt to life a normal adult life as well. 🙂

Peas and Cougars

6:45 a.m.: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze 4-5 times.

7:00 a.m.: The husband informs me that there was a large-scale ant invasion in the kitchen in which they tried takeover our pizza boxes. Once again, glad I have a close relationship with my snooze button.

7:05 a.m.: Greeted by the puppy who is super excited to see me, even though she slept two feet away from me all night. Puppy logic.

7:10 a.m.: Shower/mini-torture session due to insane sunburn. Also, a mini-torture session sounds adorable.

7:30 a.m.: Get ready for work. It takes awhile because I’m just a regular human.

8:10 a.m.: Hug husband goodbye and walk out the door to go to work and OH SHIT THE CAT GOT OUT!

8:15 a.m.: Chase cat out on sidewalk where it jumps up and hides under our elevated deck.

8:20 a.m.: Chant softly to bushes trying to lure cat, notice…

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When good isn’t good enough

When Good isn’t Good Enough

I know when good isn’t good enough
I know when I try to do something for some people it will backfire
I am aware that I will never be good enough for them
I know my intentions
I know my truths
There are a lot of people who don’t understand me
Why would I go to so much trouble
What is in it for me

Proverbs says: Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.

I want this for my children
I want them to see good
I believe in this
I want them to see people going out of their way to help others
The problem is:
When people don’t feel the good
In their own way all they can see is evil
All they feel is the bad
Never opening up to feel the good
To accept the love

John 13:34 A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another

Ephesians 4:32 Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you

The wicked part
The sad part
It comes from family
The ones we should support the most
Love and trust the most

Proverbs 11:29 He who brings trouble on his family will inherit only wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise

How can we get that back
How can we bring back a family bond that has been demolished
Can we ensure this evil doesn’t spread to future generations
Can we kill the evil as it stands
Start to support each other
Start to love again
Forgive, forget and move on
For some that will be too hard
Some prefer to dwell in their own hate
I think they enjoy it
The sound of good falls on deaf ears
They will never understand good
It is so basic though
I prefer love
I prefer to dwell in love
Love of my family
Love of my children
Love of God
A good start might be a thank you
A good start might be a hug
Maybe you need to start smaller
Try a smile
Or a nod
Make a move
Let it go
I think I am going to try
For myself
For my family
For my children
Love