My funny story for the night involves my youngest, and what ensued when he came to bed in our bed. He had refused to lay down and go to sleep in his own bed, so Sarah elected to go ahead and just lay down with him in our bed. While waiting for Sarah to get ready for bed I laid down beside him and told him to quiet down or he would wake my pet rock, and he wouldn’t want to do that since if it was woken up it might get angry. I pointed out the chunk of obsidian I use for energy storage and keep in the windowsill beside the bed as my pet rock. He kept sitting up, leaning over and looking at it, so I told him to stop looking at it or it might wake up.
Eventually Sarah came to bed and he sat up to tell her that he was afraid he would make my rock angry. So…while his back was turned I reached over, snagged the rock, and put it in bed beside him. When he finally calmed down and laid down again he laid up against it and jerked back up. He squirmed back up against Sarah, leaned out around me to look at the windowsill, then back at the rock, then back at the windowsill. I couldn’t help myself and played up the rock waking up and moving into bed with him. It took Sarah and I five minutes to get him to pet the rock, and then it was his best friend.
I guess I am going to have to put some stick-on eyes on it or something now…
Sometimes the simplest joys in life are in messing with the minds of your children.
Superman: Last Son by Geoff Johns
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Another powerful story out of Geoff Johns. This was a very human story delving deep into some previously unexplored facets of Superman’s life. Very well written, and leaving me heart sore at the end. Fantastic story.
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I have never considered myself to be a violent man, but watching a recently aired television episode (Glee, Season 3, Episode 6) really got me to thinking. How would I react if I was the father who’s child got dragged into something just to further political ambitions? Let’s just say that the “it’s nothing personal” line would mean nothing to me, and I would be extremely prone to illustrating just how personal it can be.
I have always known that the protective urges of a parent could be strong, but I had no idea that it could be this strong. It is one thing to contemplate protecting your child from physical danger, but social and psychological danger? Yeah, I don’t think that social niceties would stop me from doing whatever I felt I needed to do to protect my children. Nobody gets away with using my family or my children for political gains. Nobody!
That said, and since I seem to see a large volume of traffic driven here by a couple of sites who’s creators seem intent upon doing just that, consider this a wake up call for personal responsibility. I don’t deal well with Trolls, but if being a Heathen has taught me anything, trolls can only be effectively deal with by bashing them in the head with a hammer. Thor is a great example of using effective troll management techniques. Granted, these days we are talking figurative rather than literal hammers. Even so, remember that while it might seem that one can hide behind the anonymity of the Internet, there are ways of peeking behind that curtain. It might take some detective work. It might take some time. Regardless, eventually I intend to speak to these people face-to-face and question their intentions. No more anonymity. Talk to me as a human, face-t0-face, or fade into the background never to be heard from again.
I think I have made my point clear. Engage in conversation if you so desire. Me, I am done ignoring the trolls. You want to use my family you go through me to do it!
I thought I was being paranoid when I got this creeping feeling that my job was in danger earlier this week. I guess I was not being paranoid after all. Today, while the rest of my now former co-workers were away in a meeting I was advised that I was not being extended a job offer and that my services were no longer needed.
The last month has been filled with good times and bad. I think that right now the bad times are weighing far heavier than the joy of the good times can offset. At the start of this period I was working full time and feeling quite good about myself for the first time in well over a year. I was working with a great team doing work that I really enjoyed with every belief that at the end of my trial period I would be offered a permanent position. We got to spend the holidays with both sides of the family, and a good time was had by all. We got to be present for some major Heathen observations as part of a great group of fellow Heathens, and were privileged to be present when two of them swore oaths of matrimony on Twelfth night, the culmination of the holiday season of Yule. Yes, some very good times, and ones that will live long in my memory.
However, overshadowing the entire holiday season was the very real threat of losing my children due to an anonymous complaint of potential neglect because we let the children run around naked outside. Add in the notification by our friends and landlords that they were going to have to sell the house that we are renting the basement unit in. Then, as if we didn’t have enough hanging over us the brakes on the car started to growl and bind on us without warning. We got the brakes fixed at the cost of being able to pay part of our rent, and had the repairs done in the nick of time as they were a hair’s breadth from failing catastrophically. Then we finally cleared things up with the case worker investigating the complaint and were advised that the case was being dismissed as unfounded. Things were starting to look up, and while we still had to deal with needing to find a place we were comfortable knowing that I was working which would make getting approved to move in someplace much easer than it would have been a few months ago when I was unemployed. Then it all came crashing down as I was called in and told that my services were no longer needed. No more job. No more reliable income.
Where do we go from here? We continue to move forward, even with the odds once more set against us. I do not know how it will all work out, but I know that it WILL work out in the long run. These trials are making us stronger even as they cause us pain. I refuse to give in to the desire to hide away from the world and nurse my wounds. I have a family of my own to support now and I cannot afford the luxury of this kind of behavior. I may not want to be strong, but I have a role that I must fulfill, and I refuse to let these setbacks keep me from doing what I have to do to protect and provide for my family.
Last night culminated in a moment that I am less than proud to have made the family experience. Personal anger and frustration reached and exceeded my capacity to deal with resulting in me snapping and triggering a meltdown with all three of my children.