Thursday, October 18, 2007
The Art of Lying (or titled : Everyone Lies to Me)
Thursday, October 18, 2007 | Original Musings by
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Lying is one of those topics that can bring out strong emotions in people.... especially those who have been lied to (in a major way) many times in their life. Usually I don't find humor in it (because i'm one of those people)..... unless of course it's with MY child. Even then it's not funny, but can be cute (until my head starts spinning like a scene from Exorcist... then mommy isn't amused).
My child is not even a teenager yet.... heck, she's only in kindergarten.... but already I'm becoming acquainted with the concept of seemingly nice, sweet-mannered, well-adjusted children who lie to their parents and actually get away with it.
It got me thinking about the things my child has already lied about that I have believed (an abbreviated list ):
1. Yes, I did brush my teeth.
2. I took a shower at daddy's yesterday.
3. I went potty like you told me to.
4. I didn't hit him/her/the pet
5. No, I wasn't playing in the bathroom
6. I hate chicken and I told you that last time we had chicken.
7. I didn't hear you.
8. I didn't see the mess.
9. I already fed the dog.
10. I don't know why there is a hole in the yard, the dog musta done it.
I've read articles about people lying and how they don't make eye contact, they blink more often, etc (unless you're my ex.... .then either A) everything was a lie or B) I couldn't tell when he was lying).
With the way I converse with my child (her whirling around the room, trying to find something she can bounce or throw or write all over in permanent marker while I try to make her stop moving and talk to me, for pete's sake, and I thought girls were supposed to be easier?!?!?!?), she hardly make eye contact anyway... so how would I know?
Do you think by the time she is in junior high or high school someone will have invented a little alarm that I can wear (or, better, implant somewhere on their bodies) that will go off when she is lying? And will she ever stop? Does the lying ever taper off — like acne, it reaches its peak in adolescence, and then, luckily for everybody, eventually goes away? And why is it I'm so prone to believing her?!?!?!?!? Maybe because she gives me looks like this.....
My child is not even a teenager yet.... heck, she's only in kindergarten.... but already I'm becoming acquainted with the concept of seemingly nice, sweet-mannered, well-adjusted children who lie to their parents and actually get away with it.
It got me thinking about the things my child has already lied about that I have believed (an abbreviated list ):
1. Yes, I did brush my teeth.
2. I took a shower at daddy's yesterday.
3. I went potty like you told me to.
4. I didn't hit him/her/the pet
5. No, I wasn't playing in the bathroom
6. I hate chicken and I told you that last time we had chicken.
7. I didn't hear you.
8. I didn't see the mess.
9. I already fed the dog.
10. I don't know why there is a hole in the yard, the dog musta done it.
I've read articles about people lying and how they don't make eye contact, they blink more often, etc (unless you're my ex.... .then either A) everything was a lie or B) I couldn't tell when he was lying).
With the way I converse with my child (her whirling around the room, trying to find something she can bounce or throw or write all over in permanent marker while I try to make her stop moving and talk to me, for pete's sake, and I thought girls were supposed to be easier?!?!?!?), she hardly make eye contact anyway... so how would I know?
Do you think by the time she is in junior high or high school someone will have invented a little alarm that I can wear (or, better, implant somewhere on their bodies) that will go off when she is lying? And will she ever stop? Does the lying ever taper off — like acne, it reaches its peak in adolescence, and then, luckily for everybody, eventually goes away? And why is it I'm so prone to believing her?!?!?!?!? Maybe because she gives me looks like this.....
Thursday, October 04, 2007
A poem I found and liked.
Thursday, October 04, 2007 | Original Musings by
Jen |
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The fog lifted itself up from the ground and rises
To encircle me, fill me with the looming sense
Of impeding doom.
Suspended, as if waiting, in quiet anticipation
For better weather, for warmth, for sun,
for dissolution.
The vapor blankets the world beneath its fragile
Weaving, curling, furls
of nothingness.
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"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." ~~~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
"I like running because it's a challenge. If you run hard, there's the pain----and you've got to work your way through the pain. You know, lately it seems all you hear is 'Don't overdo it' and 'Don't push yourself.' Well, I think that's a lot of bull. If you push the human body, it will respond." ~~~Bob Clarke, Philadelphia Flyers general manager, NHL Hall of Famer. (Will-Weber's "Voices From the Midpack" chapter.)
The reason most people never reach their goals is that they don’t define them, or ever seriously consider them as believable or achievable. Winners can tell you where they are going, what they plan to do along the way, and who will be sharing the adventure with them.~~~Denis Watley
Perhaps the most valuable result of all education is the ability to make yourself do the thing you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not; it is the first lesson that ought to be learned; and however early a man's training begins, it is probably the last lesson that he learns thoroughly. ~~~Thomas H. Huxley (1825 - 1895)