As I have stated before, gentle readers, I consider myself to be a casual observer of the human condition. We are off into the new year and I have observed some interesting things.
These things have overlapped from 2013 to present. Keep in mind I don’t really object to all that I have observed, but some of it I surely do. For example: there is this insurance company that uses a lizard that talks, has somewhat of an ego, and can be more intelligent than most humans. (I said “can be.”) They also have a pig named Maxwell, who can ride a watercraft with his neighbor’s girlfriend on the back. He can drive a convertible, go to pro football games and sit in the stands with his buddy, and walk into the driver’s license bureau on his hind legs and present his i-Pad with his identification on it and get his photo taken and be on his way. Now, of course, this pig also talks but seems to always feel a little insecure and picked on. Well, I think if I was a walking talking pig that interjected myself into a human’s world as if I were human, I would expect to catch some flack. Actually, those commercials are really cute and I look forward to see what new ideas are going to pop up in the next commercial.
Now, I have noticed that not only in this past year, but in the past few years, our children are being prompted to believe that there are no losers in their little worlds. That’s right, we are all winners and we all share in the trophies of this world. We don’t want to hurt one’s little feelings by suggesting that maybe they didn’t put forth the effort or just maybe they aren’t as talented as the kid sitting next to them. That’s life. We are cheating the little buggers when we treat them like that. Charlie Brown knew that he wasn’t always a winner. I don’t know if he ever won a baseball game when he was the pitcher. He always gave it his best shot and that is what counts.
Now last but not least ... I see areas where somebody out there is trying their best to strip away a man’s “manhood.” I saw a commercial today where women have found a new device to remove unwanted hair on their legs, armpits and lips. What do I see next? I see a guy shaving the hair off of his chest and his arms. Why not yer legs buddy, or do you just do that in private? Gentle readers, I don’t know where all of this is headed but I opine that it’s not gonna be good! We need heros. We need men and women to be heros and be the standard bearers for their children. We need warriors, we need dutiful moms. We need dads to go fishing, hunting, golfing, bowling with their kids. We need more family time. When I was a kid never a night passed that we didn’t sit together for a Bible verse and say the Lord’s prayer before any of us retired. That may seem so unconventional and outdated in many homes today, but I have to tell ya, it couldn’t hurt. Just a few moments spent together for one purpose and that purpose is just to refocus and reflect on the day and what lays ahead tomorrow. “Little Miss Martha” always started her day with a cup of coffee, her Bible open and her quite time before she headed off to work. What a gal. I gleaned so much from her setting the example. One I should have set. Shame on me!
Life is fun, exciting, rewarding and can be treacherous as well. Take time to share with your spouse and your kids. Make it a team effort. You won’t regret it.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, rise to the occasion, and I’ll c y’all, all y’all. ❖