Politeness

Good morning to you all! Have you ever noticed how polite as a society we are? As a mom, I am trying to teach my kids manners. My mom taught us the value of saying ma'am and sir, please and thank you. I want my kids to be the same way.
That being said. I took my kids to the Edneyville Library today to return some books. As we entered, they took off like a shot. Forget a quiet setting (sorry to all those people who were there to find some quiet time). They began pulling tapes and DVDs off the shelves and saying I want this one! I want that one! Summie was saying "twuck, twain, cah, go," at the top of his lungs. Meanwhile, I am holding the newborn baby who couldn't care less about books and libraries and is crying vigorously. I go back and find the latest spy novel that I am going to read. I know you are
saying " when does she find time to read?" The answer is when I nurse. Terrible mom, I know. Anyway, I digress. I hear Summie running around the children's section chasing his big sisters who are complicit in the chase. My stress level is rising. I can tell by the pain in my shoulders and abdomen incision(from recent hysterectomy). I tell the girls to stop running and get some books. I throw in some Amelia Bedelia(love that girl) and some books displayed on top of the shelves(easy, ok?). We proceed to checkout. The lady tells me that I have a $2.50 late fee. I ask her if that is all. I am surprised I haven't bought half the books in that library by now but somehow I manage to get most back on time or I log onto their website and extend for week. Another rabbit trail... As we are checking out, this quiet, courteous woman looks at me and says, "Boy, do you have your hands full!" Not a question but a statement. At first, I just nod and try not to break down in tears cause the 2 girls are fighting over who gets to stand on the stool to look over the counter. Then I thought, why that is just code for "your kids sure are brats!" How polite of her to word it that way but she got her message across. Another euphemism for that statement is "you should have just one more." Are you kidding me? But, just to see their startled looks, I respond, "I can't. Because I have been spayed." LOL( to copy the kids hip texting). They will grin but the minute I turn my back I know that they are commenting on what a crazy lady I am. Anyway, one of my little "angels" is currently pouring a whole 33.5 oz thing of Goldfish on the floor. Boy, do I have my hands full! :)

Running of the cows

I know that you have heard of the running of the bulls. This event takes place in the summer all over Spain. Crazy people don their finest white outfits and stand in front of angry, hateful bulls. A rocket is fired and then, they’re off. They run through the streets and try desperately to avoid the horns of the aforementioned, angry bulls. At any time the runners can get off the street by jumping over fences that are meant to keep the bulls out of the proverbial china shops. Success is getting the bulls through the corrida, or bull ring with none of the participants dying.

What you may not have heard of is the running of the cows. This takes place several times per week in my neighborhood. The crazy runner dons her finest sweat attire and sneakers and stands out in front of her home. She adjusts her IPod to the sweet music that will get her through the dangerous twists and turns. She presses play and is off. She begins the run at a fast paced walk to get her muscles warm. Then, she begins to run. What people don’t realize is the peril that awaits her and any passersby. She is a nursing mom. Now, the ramifications of this may not be clear. When she began to nurse, her breasts grew to a proportion that she had not expected. Nursing bras are not known for their great support of the girls. As she runs, the ta-tas begin their own journey. Instead of going forward, they move up and down at an awkward trajectory. She is danger of losing an eye or at least, popping herself in the jaw and biting down on her own tongue. Once, they begin the bounce, stopping them is difficult. There could people who get too close and experience a knock out punch that would make Mohammed Ali jealous. Still, despite the slamming on her stomach and chest, she continues to run. She needs to lose the weight that the baby caused her to gain(as if he forced her to eat a whole chocolate cake in 1 sitting?. At any time, she could get off the street by jumping into neighbors’ yards and sitting for a spell. But, the neighbors probably wouldn’t want her to damage their windows or trees. Success, for her, is getting herself and her chest through her yard and into her home with no one in the neighborhood dying or losing an azalea bush. While her event is not televised, unless someone gets it onto You Tube, it’s counterpart in Spain is widely broadcast and sometimes makes it onto one of those funniest video shows. At the end of the running of the bulls, a bull cow is brought out for one final battle. Well, her American version starts with the cow and ends with the cow for she must go in and nurse her baby. Unlike the bulls, she isn’t put to death for her magnificent run but she probably wishes that she were. Maybe, just for the time being, she’ll just walk with the cows. That might be safer.

New blog

Hi! Let me introduce myself. I am Sarita and I am just a mother. However, as a release, I try to write. The subjects I cover vary depending on my mood, which can swing at any moment. WARNING!!!!! I have 4 children who are 5 and under so on most days my life is crazy. Who am I kidding, my life is crazy everyday. I passed a level of insanity with the birth of my 4th child. The brain cells that were being sucked out by child bearing and birth are being replaced with other cells that run through my brain in a crazy, loopy path so my thoughts tend to be scattered. Someone told me that I needed to put some of my thoughts down and that I was funny. Well, you can blame them for this blog. I would post their names but I am afraid of the scary emails or phone calls they might get. I hope that you find these enlightening, amusing, and sometimes insightful. I do write from a Christian, conservative perspective (I know, I am one of those right-wing Christian whack-jobs). Please, feel free to subscribe to this blog and when I update with a new post, you will automatically get the new items I post. I am not a professional writer as you will see when you read this. My high school English teachers said that writing was a weakness for me. She was probably correct. However, I get inspiration and need to get it out. I don't know how often I will post (it's not as if I have anything to do, you know). Feel free to send this on to your friends or family who you think might enjoy it. Post your comments and let know what you think. I hope that this fine you all blessed.

Sarita