Read between the lies

Sometimes I ask for others for advice when I truly don't need it. Often its to convince others of their value not to me but to themselves. Actually, more often than not their answers are often influenced by their narrow mindedness, jealousy and or ignorance on the subject. It is one of my shameful techniques of mind control. If you think of it we all do this type of thing all the time. Dropping hints on what you'd like for Christmas or your birthday is a mild but clear example of this manipulation. So on that note when someone asks for your advice and your over the age of 18 just say the following. You know best, and leave it at that. Chances are that would be the best most honest answer you have ever given. Right now I could compose a long list of things I have been lead to believe and I know full well they are blatant lies. Then again the fact that I have chosen to keep this knowledge to myself could too be described as a lie in it's self, a lie by omission but a lie none the less. I usually choose to keep these tidbits of information to my self because with reflection you come to realize the falsehoods can not be corrected by humiliating the offenders. Under these circumstances your silence is rewarded with future prudence. Don't try to kid the kidder and don't try to convince your lies to the score keeper of your secrets.
Written by a girl who's a master at playing the dumb one. It's more than a talent it is an art form/life style.
shhhhh...I may never tell but I'll always know.

How I know my son knows I love him.

Back ground-(music,singing and writing).

Son: mommy, you should write a love song.

Mom: Oh? Do you think I could do a good job?

Son: Ya! You can just write it about me.

(Son runs off to play, mom sits down and sheds a happy tear).

Political minds

Ones memory is not a clear window to days gone by. If I had to remember the bad clearly in order to recall the good then it's just as well. Let the past be as blurry and vague as canadian political platforms. Zing.....lol

Who needs bees?

On the walk home from school my kid collected a couple remaining fall dandelions with the intent on somehow manufacturing honey in our bathroom. Far be it for me to deny him this creative yet hopeless attempt. As we entered the front doors of our apartment building we were greeted by a familiar face(fred the super intendant). This is where Zach proceeded to alert Fred to the fact that he'd better have some money with him cause he was going be making honey and he'll be selling it to him later for $5. I once told him he has the family salesman gene in him and he could sell ice cubes to Eskimos with a smile. I don't think he quite understood my metaphor.

I have a super power!

They say everyone has something they are good at. I have spent 32 long ass years of my life to finally realize today what my true talent is (it's making the wrong choice). Yes people, that is my true super power. When it comes to having a choice and picking the wrong one I am awesome. With the new found ability of being self aware of this fact I have concocted a fail proof plan. When my initial instinct is to go, say or do something I shall from this day forward take a second look at the opposite. Even if I can ward off 10% - 15% of my wrong decisions I think I'll be significantly ahead of my usual game! Wait a second this concept was my first idea... ahh-shit!

I do?

I think Weddings are the most beautiful ritual man kind has ever created but unfortunately the cost and gift registries ruined it.

Opinions

Always remember to make up your own mind. Those who choose to follow the ideas of others clearly dissolve their own. One must value truth above popular perception.
-Libby