Monday, April 28, 2014

Beauty is Timeless

Youth is beautiful; I think we've gotten that message loud and clear.  But, like childhood and youth, the autumn years also hold amazing and breathtaking beauty.  Don't listen to the peddling of the cosmetic companies who tout their snake oil wares across the TV screen, telling you to fight signs of aging.  Ignore body manipulating doctors, who claim you can die at 80 years with a 20-year-old looking corpse.  Pity the celebrities who have had their skin and muscles pinched, pulled, and tucked multiple times in a sad effort to cling to an era their lives have moved past.
 
Aging is beautiful; as beautiful as youth and amazing in its own right.  There is a quiet dignity to simply being your age.  Your wrinkles are memories, each one mapping stories of loves or losses across the canvas of your face.  Silver hair glistens. 
 
There is nothing terrifying about growing old.  What's terrifying is having a grandma whose insecurities cause her to spend thousands of dollars competing with models half her age.  A father who wants to look younger than his sons.
 
It's such a confusing mindset our culture has swallowed, believing that once your youth has passed, your life has passed.
 
What are we missing out on by not embracing who we are right now?  The fact is, we are not who we once were nor should we want to be.  And the future us should be met with excitement, not dread. 
 
Below are some photos I find, not only beautiful, but more intriguing than any lie or airbrushed, young vixen.  That's the thing about aging with grace and dignity -- though your features change from what they were, you're still just as beautiful only now your face tells a story to strangers, the story of your life.  Wear it with pride and spirit; you have earned every wrinkle and every gray hair (or loss thereof.)
 
Enjoy; these faces hold more depth and story than you'll find on the cover of Cosmo:

Merriment ~ an ingredient not found in any anti-wrinkle cream. 
Her face simply radiates and her wrinkles add to the glow.
Great portrait.  His eyes are very sad though.
This woman looks so amazingly regal, like a majestic queen.
A man of the sea; now that's handsome no matter what the age.
I love that smile. 
It makes me grin back.
The eyes of this gentleman appear a little stern but they also seem to tell a story.
Ah, mother, lover, sister, wife. 
She could be all; life radiates from her face.
Stunning photo.
A well dressed city lady.
Everything about her is flawless.
Enjoying nature and soaking up the sun. 
Her white wisps are exquisite.

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Hello, I'm a Mom and I'm Overinformed

Aw motherhood; *sigh* 'tis a thing of beauty.
(I wonder if she's enjoying this moment or is worried about her child getting too close to the water
or his exposure to the sun... or sharks.  Yeah, probably sharks.)

I've been a mother for a little over four years and I have to say, overall, I feel I'm fairly good at it... that is, until I get online, thumb through a magazine at the checkout counter, see a pediatrician during a routine visit, or attend any sort of lecture on parenting by an expert in "such and such" field.  Then, I'm a wreck of worry and self doubt.

You see, I'm a researcher by nature.  I love facts.  I love studies.  I love to analyze and evaluate choices I make based on what is logical and makes sense.  I loath the idea of doing anything simply because it's traditional or because it's what everyone else is doing. 

On the whole, this has worked out for me fairly well.  However, when it comes to parenting, I feel as if I've entered an age of information overload.  Everywhere I turn, I'm confronted with an advocate screaming at me that their pet project is the one that deserves my full dedication.  "Druanna!  This is the one!  If you don't get _____ right, your kid will be really screwed up!"  "No!  Over here!  If you don't do this right, studies show your child will DIE!"  "Ha!  All that's well and good, but if _____ isn't given some really hardcore dedication, well, you can kiss your kid's chance of success goodbye!" 

I'm sorry Mr. Dr.!  My kid watched 3 hours of TV yesterday, has never tasted a brussel sprout,
and doesn't know what a triangle is!  I'm a HORRIBLE mom I know!!!!

From car seats to diet, co-sleeping to toxins, sports to medicine, there are studies and facts everywhere with experts in every field demanding HOURS from your life in order to make sure you're doing it right.  And they make it sound so easy.  "Just make sure Junior is flossing thoroughly every day."  "What's really important is to regulate their TV intake."  "Crying it out is damaging to your baby; sure it takes extra work but it will soon pass."

I'm not saying they are wrong; most of the time, they are very, very right.  But where does that leave me?  Overwhelmed, that's where.  Laying in bed at night obsessing about everything I'm not doing right according to the studies.

Part of me wonders if it was always this way.  Did the mothers of generations past suffer from the agony and stress of analyzing every detail of what they were doing with their children?  Or, did they just parent.  Without Google and with just their instincts, did they muddle their way through it and the human race continued?  Or were they also surrounded by voices telling them what was best for their children?  Maybe the older women taught the younger ones how to parent?  How did we manage without parenting magazines or studies done by uber-smart professors at ivy league universities?  Is it really just simple and we've made it extra hard?

Being a mommy pre-Google.  What was it like?  Can we learn from it? 

I don't know; I haven't parented during a different time period.  I'm parenting now, in the information age and, while I'm grateful for so much knowledge at my fingertips, part of me wonders if it really matters in the end.  A teeny bit of my logic plays with the idea that, for the most part, little parenting quirks which seem like a HUGE deal on the Facebook mom battles  may not matter much in the end.  What if we just get the big things right and raise decent human beings?  Will it matter a titanic amount as adults whose parents allowed video games in their homes or who had to dress conservatively?  Obviously, for us parents, we make these rules because we DO believe they have a long term effect on our kids and their futures.  But are we being arrogant in simply writing off the neighbors down the street for doing it differently?  Maybe they are the ones onto something...

I honestly don't know.  I do believe my fellow moms and me are overwhelmed by a society that is blowing the details out of proportion.  Once again, I'm not saying the stuff we're being told isn't important.  I'm just starting to feel resentful to anyone who waltzes into my life with new rules I need to follow that will, supposedly, ensure my child's well being. 

You know what would be good for my kids?  Having a mom who isn't so stressed out about getting it right.  Having a mom who doesn't feel like she has to spend a minimum of six hours researching car seats and baby carriers.  Having a mom who is relaxed because she doesn't have to carry around a portable ambulance with five pounds of sunscreen any time her children and her head to the pool.  Having a mom who lets them lick the bowl of buttery fatness when baking cookies without freaking out about their health or the raw eggs.  Having a mom who isn't getting gray hairs thinking over what her kids are going to be exposed to in life.

Am I that oh so cool, chill-axed mom?  Heck no; there are a ton of parenting quirks that I am very passionate about.  However, what I want to do is regulate how many battles I'm willing to fight.  Honestly, for my own sanity, I purposely RELAX in some areas despite knowing it's going against the almighty current study statistics.  Other times, I work hard to make sure we are doing things based on evidence. 

But what matters the most?  We love our children enough to do what we believe is good for them.  We'd die for them.  We listen to them.  We believe in them.  I'm sure that's all our kids really need from us in the end.

Time together is what will be remembered forever.

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Sunday, April 6, 2014

5 Ways To Be A Bad Neighbor

Welcome to the Neighborhood
Are you tired of living in a pleasant environment?  Does it bring you down that your friendly neighbors bake you cookies for the holidays?  How 'bout the fact that the people next door would let you know if someone were prowling around your place at night?

Well, you've come to the right place!  As an avid renter for years and a former property management professional, I can provide you with five foolproof tips ensured to create animosity in your neighborhood and guarantee that your neighbors despise you!

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With an evil glint in your eye and one man band in your soul,
you'll steer your neighborhood any direction you choose!

1.  Noise, noise, noise

When I was managing properties, this was the number one complaint we received in regards to tenant disputes.  If you want to be ostracized, the fastest way to accomplish this is be loud.  Not just arguing loudly.  I mean really, really insanely loud.  Hold wild parties frequently where your 700 sq. ft. apartment is transformed into the hottest nightclub in town.  On the weeknights and ends, play your awesome music selection loud enough so people within a five mile radius can learn your favorite song by heart.  Because honestly, who doesn't want to enjoy their neighbor's Screamo while trying to host a dinner party for their in-laws?  If the walls of your unit are made of paper mache, vacuuming at 3am is also a creative and unique way to unite the community against you.

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Don't underestimate fifteen pounds of determined barking!

2.  Be a bad pet owner

For someone as responsible as you, this may be hard to accomplish since it will require, basically, irresponsibility.  You will have to claim you love your pet and post hundreds of pics with you and your 'baby' meanwhile lacking any knowledge on training animals or any follow through to take care of one.

If you have a canine, when taking your animal out to do it's business, simple leave its little chocolate mounds all over the common area where other people picnic or take their kids to play.  Make sure to do it repeatedly in the same area, thereby guaranteeing some ripeness when the July heat rolls around. 

But it takes more work than disgusting laziness; oh yes, you must build up an immunity to dog barking.  You need to let your dog bark whenever at whomever it wants.  If a butterfly flitters into its outdoor territory, let your pet unleash a furor of cries that will cause those in the neighborhood to wonder if the area is being invaded by guerrilla soldiers.  Be sure to leave your dog out all night just to make sure he keeps it up into the wee morning hours.  While everyone else is jostled from their sleep about a dozen times during an eight hour period, you chug down some bottom shelf vodka and pass out.

If you have a cat, well, that's your problem; what you need is DOZENS, none of them spayed or neutered ensuring your precious cat colony will live on for generations, eight toes and three eye mutations be darned!

To really get into this, defensively claim whenever someone complains that they just hate animals.

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*Ahem* Jim.  June.  This is looking a little private and low key.
If you could amp it up a few notches that'd be great.

3.  Air out that dirty laundry!

Totally and enthusiastically disown the idea of privacy!  Make sure to be in multiple dysfunctional relationships with toxic friends, family, and boyfriend/girlfriend.  Then, whenever an argument with one of them reaches a Jerry Springer climax, move it outdoors to the front lawn for all the neighborhood to enjoy.  This also includes angry phone calls. 

I once had a neighbor that had mastered this art.  All the strangers next door knew how the custody fights in the family were going, the gritty details of her bad relationships, etc, simply because the second something blew up, she'd race outside to yell and scream angrily on her phone, insuring that we all could share in the drama. 

To really embrace this practice, use the old west saloon motto of 'take it outside boys' as your life code.  Relish in the show you put on, shamelessly wanting everyone you don't really know to KNOW the soap opera that is your life. 

Believe me, this is a great way to disinvite yourself from the community BBQ and Christmas caroling projects all the while making the topic of your life a legend among the gossips at the neighborhood rummy club.

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Ah, 'tis a thing of beauty

4.  Revel in filth

Now, I'm not talking about the college kid who has a collection of fifteen pizza boxes sitting inside his house.  Oh no, I'm talking about really going out of your way to make a mess, so much so that your despairing neighbors will wonder if  you're doing it on purpose.  But really, this one is an easy habit to acquire; just a few times of really getting up to your elbows in mess will make cleaning seem like an insurmountable task.

Don't be afraid to be creative -- at the mail box, absentmindedly and instantly throw all the junk mail you received on the ground; purposely walk three feet past a trash can to carelessly chuck your styrofoam Big Gulp on the grass; throw so many cigarette butts around your neighbors will wonder if they are seeing the remnants of a Marlboro parade which must have passed through while they were at work; have such an enormous amount of junk littering your front lawn that on Saturday mornings passing motorists slow down, wondering if you're hosting a garage sale.

Unlike the other annoyances, this one possesses the charm of never ending.  While the music can be turned down and the drama breaks for lunch, your messy nest of vulgarity is an eye sore to greet everyone else each time they drive past, giving them no time to forgive you during a respite.  It's endless and will serve your purpose well.

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What's that?  You want to know who threw the pink crayon in the dryer?
BWHAHAHAHAHA!  Why, it was I!  Bob from 309! 
Who knows where I'll strike next!

5.  Be the Phantom Jerk

You know this person; the guy whose vehicle is always in your designated parking space or the doofus who chucked your laundry all over the floor at the coin op.  The person who left their ginormous pickup behind three cars, thereby blocking them in, because it was raining and the driver didn't want to walk further than necessary.  They steal newspapers.  They damage a part of your property and never say anything about it.  You see the wake of these agents of discord, these ninjas of disregard, but rarely are you able to put a face on the stranger who doesn't seem to realize there are other people inhabiting this planet besides him.

Do you have what it takes to pull this off?  Very few do, for only an individual with blatant disrespect for others while still enough shrewdness to never have their crimes against their fellow humans witnessed can enter into this level of obnoxiousness. 

Normally these daring little monsters are schooled in this art starting at birth and continuing through adolescence into adulthood.  It's not easy, but their parents have worked hard, devoting hours of indulgence and careful patronizing to make sure their offspring grow up believing they are the center of the universe and everyone else comes second to their momentary wants.

Is it too late for you?  Has your chance to be an inconceivable twit passed you by?  Hard to say but, hark, there may yet be some hope!  You, my friend, must unlearn every ounce of decency your family tried to teach you.  You much practice the art of floating through life with blinders on and lose all ability to see past the end of your own nose. 

It sounds hard but, really, it doesn't take as much energy as you would think and, once sworn into this Phantom Jerk Brotherhood, you will find yourself so miserably enjoying your squalor of selfishness, you just may never want to leave. 

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The truth of the matter?  You miss out on so much, even a piece of your humanity,
when you choose not to consider your fellow man.
Be kind.
Be considerate.
You'll be surprised how many people need it.

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