Let's hear it for tact...or lack of, again.

I am cooking dinner and .. KNOCK KNOCK!!
Ack....rush rush.... "Oh hello"
"Hello, madam.....I am from the blah de blah collecting for charity blah group.....polite pleasantries.....can I have money? and oh......( looking at the Eli boy) Where is he from? "
"Pardon me?"
"where is he from..?"
"He's from HERE"
" I know but i mean where is he from originally?"
This is where I get so mad at me and want to spit and kick because later, afterward I have such great lines.....like "Oh you mean originally, well originally he was from heaven, where he lived with angels and was a good boy until he was sent to me whereby he became the little heathen you see before you now....or, if you didn't mean that far back, he was from a little egg and some wriggly things called sperm......then he was from my tummy"
But I didn't say any of those things I just gaped and thought about maybe .....well anything, but then he said..
" It's just like he looks like he is from mexico, I just spent a week there...he looks like that, I liked it, but the food took some getting used to"
Then I could have said.....Oh, I could have said any number of things but I didn't, I said ...
"oh well, that'll be because his dad is half mexican"

AS IF THAT IS HIS BUSINESS!!!

I am his mummy .... I really made him and grew him, and even if I didn't ...what do you care where he is from or if he has nice 'markings' honestly someone DID say that to me once "awwww, look at him, he has beautiful markings" ?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( is that enough punctuation to emphasise my feelings on this matter?? He is not a cat.)
Bah.
But lucky me.....I have 6 children.....that came from me and that makes me all 'tingly and happy'. Stupid comments can't take that from me can they? Not from tactless people at the door or sick people sitting in their sad little lonely worlds with nothing but a computer screen and keyboard.
Computers have great power, up to a point, but real power is in the knowledge that what is real is what counts. Being able to see what you have and making the very best of it.
Great lessons have been re-learned today......

BETTER IS A DINNER OF HERBS WHERE LOVE IS..THAN A STALLED OX AND HATRED WITHIN. PROVERBS 15. 17 ( hoorah, herbs and love it is then)


THE LIP OF TRUTH SHALL BE ESTABLISHED FOREVER; BUT A LYING TONGUE IS BUT FOR A MOMENT. 12; 19 ( truth hurts but only for while, liars always end up with nothing)

IF THOU BE WISE, THOU SHALT BE WISE FOR THYSELF, BUT IF THY SCORNEST, THOU ALONE SHALL BEAR IT. 9; 12 ( mean people are always lonely )

THESE 6 THINGS DOTH THE LORD HATE:
A PROUD LOOK, A LYING TONGUE AND HANDS THAT SHED INNOCENT BLOOD, AN HEART THAT DEVISETH WICKED IMAGINATIONS, FEET THAT BE SWIFT IN RUNNING TO MISCHIEF,
A FALSE WITNESS THAT SPEAKETH LIES AND HE THAT BESTOWETH DISCORD AMONG BRETHEREN. 6: 16-19. ( the Lord and me both)

THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF KNOWLEDGE: BUT FOOLS DESPISE WISDOM AND INSTRUCTION. ( truth hurts, Ouch. )

BREAD OF DECEIT IS SWEET TO A MAN: BUT AFTERWARDS HIS MOUTH SHALL BE FILLED WITH GRAVEL . 20: 17( yummy)

A GOOD NAME IS RATHER TO BE CHOSEN THAN GREAT RICHES AND LOVING FAVOUR RATHER THAN SILVER AND GOLD. ( give me a good name anyday......)

I always shy away from being too religious for fear of sounding freaky. I am freaky. I know what I know and am so sure in the things I believe that despite all the odds I am here and strong and have faced evil head on. I love the scriptures because they offer guidance and hope when they are read and understood. I can find a scriture for every occassion, I really can.
I have great treasure...eternal treasure.
I have a mother who is so splendid I am in constant awe of her.
I have a father who I know is with me every day in spirit whose example has been nothing short of inspiring, who died without a single fear or doubt that he had done his very best, always.
I have a husband who is so loyal and trustworthy, who is steady and true.
I have six children. Six. Who honour me and respect me, who love me and are never afraid of showing it, who have and are still growing up, knowing that whatever they do, wherever they are, they are loved. They understand that being loved means that sometimes they will hear things they don't like and they accept that as their mother, because I love them, I will always tell them when I think they are wrong. Always. It's my job, don't expect sugar coatig, not if you're my kid.
I have a home that is filled with love and understanding, full of people that are outside the norm who are often misunderstood by outsiders and do we care? Not a bit, it doesn't matter if you like us or not, if you don't understand how we live because it is different.....I don't care.

I do care when you choose to come into my life and try to spoil it, I am hurt when you leave mean comments and leave words that- damn it..stay in my head and take space that could be filled with nice thoughts, I don't like it but it won't change a thing that matters.
I will still crawl into bed next to H and listen to him breathe, I will still feel that tiny hand play with my ear when Elijah crawls in with us, I will still have my girl talking my ears into meltdown and Dan calling me at 1am to just hear my voice......Treasure you see. Mine.
This post started out as a lighthearted stab at a situation that I find myself in more often than I would like. One stupid comment from someone made me feel it necessary to add to it.

I have it right here and if the internet disappeared tomorrow, I would be fine. ( Hmmm, I would miss ebay actually......but I would get over it.)
I have people that keep my feet on the ground, who tell me how it is and I have been wise enough to listen.
Sticks and stones and all that.....for every mean person out there who thinks they have some kind of hold on me, who wants to believe they have some kind of power and who gets a kick out of trying to cause misery and fear, guess what, there are a hundred good people, a thousand caring people, a million real ones.
Try it and see........how many good ones are reading this blog? 531 hits since monday....I bet you anything that 99% of those are good people, people who really care and just drop in to see what I have to say, people who stumble across my life and leave without saying a word.
People who know me in real life and know the real me, warts and all and still care.
People I know only through the internet who nevertheless have a real affinity with who I am.
People who could care less but mean me no harm.
Leave your sick comments and I will leave them where they are...only be a big person and let us see who you are.....cowardess is so unattractive.
Leave your nice comments and the mean people can see that they are outnumbered.
Yeay. all for one and one for all, or something.