Am I important enough? It would be so ultra cool to have someone actually nominate me for one of those "woman of the day" kinda of things. But does anyone in my family think enough of me to do something like that? NO. To have someone praise me, write a letter about how much I mean to them, how wonderful and caring I am. I mean really, I am a caring person. Dang it....
Write a letter about me and what I do, who I am and my importance and controbutions to the world. *sigh* prolly never happen. Gary is not thoughtful enough to do so, and the kids... well kids are naturally self centered at this age. They are still in elementry school. My birth family, well, they are kinda self centered hopeless cases too.... it would take to much effort on the part of another person for them to perform an act like that. *shakes head* so much for being important to someone.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Monday, October 11, 2004
working again
well so much for getting to go to the ren fair with beth. No one would work for me or trade shifts... I worked an extra shift. c'est la via I guess. the money will be nice.
Migrains again.
still dealing with death of a co-worker. how strange to be upset over it still. But part of it is that everyone seems to be talking it over and over and over again. So I end up hearing about it again and again, so very depressing.
oh well, gotta love it. Cant shot people for stupidity, but damn it would be nice. See I do have a violent temper to match the red hair, just dont show it. I'll be one of the mean grannies in the home someday, the one that no one wants to take care of. LOL. I find myself amusing.
oh well, still fighting with my computer system. It would prolly be faster if I had the time to devote an afternoon to fixing it. But as it is, it's ten minutes here or there. I stormed through the house today threatening to upgrade... I think a lap top would be nice. $$$$ yeah that'll happen.
oh well, time for rounds again. time to chart again. *smirk*
Migrains again.
still dealing with death of a co-worker. how strange to be upset over it still. But part of it is that everyone seems to be talking it over and over and over again. So I end up hearing about it again and again, so very depressing.
oh well, gotta love it. Cant shot people for stupidity, but damn it would be nice. See I do have a violent temper to match the red hair, just dont show it. I'll be one of the mean grannies in the home someday, the one that no one wants to take care of. LOL. I find myself amusing.
oh well, still fighting with my computer system. It would prolly be faster if I had the time to devote an afternoon to fixing it. But as it is, it's ten minutes here or there. I stormed through the house today threatening to upgrade... I think a lap top would be nice. $$$$ yeah that'll happen.
oh well, time for rounds again. time to chart again. *smirk*
Thursday, October 07, 2004
To really screw up you need a computer
Computer problems. my system has been having problems and due to work and my messed up sleep schedule I have been unable to complete de-bug it. So I cant get to the internet. I have fixed the problem where it freezes before completing the startup process. At least some progress there. Anyway it is frustrating due to my dependance on the internet and my computer for things like banking and bill paying, email and a connection with the outside world. Pudunk Texas is just so removed from the rest of the world. It's like living in a freaking episode of the twillight zone where everything is encased in a bubble and not aging or moving forward for 20 years behind the rest of the world.
Whinning, tantrum throwing children. Oh God love 'em. God give me the patients to change the things I can, the wisdom to know the difference and a really big stick to beat them with.
A former co-worker of mine died. She was mid-40's, charge nurse, very caring, someone I liked. Aleatha. Very upsetting in a vague, I dont get it, sort of way. Today was the funeral, and I had class. Was so tired after working 12 hours and going to class. Came home and slept till the children bounded in and woke me up after they got home from school.
Anyeay, There's been so many things I wanted a chance to write about this week, and have been unable to d/t the computer problems. Now as I sit in front of the keyboard they have gone away.
I did get out from under my contract with Rue, the damn money grubbing basterds. I have paid them over $800.00 but at least I dont have to pay them anything more.
Anyway, that's the update as of today, and I can remember.
Whinning, tantrum throwing children. Oh God love 'em. God give me the patients to change the things I can, the wisdom to know the difference and a really big stick to beat them with.
A former co-worker of mine died. She was mid-40's, charge nurse, very caring, someone I liked. Aleatha. Very upsetting in a vague, I dont get it, sort of way. Today was the funeral, and I had class. Was so tired after working 12 hours and going to class. Came home and slept till the children bounded in and woke me up after they got home from school.
Anyeay, There's been so many things I wanted a chance to write about this week, and have been unable to d/t the computer problems. Now as I sit in front of the keyboard they have gone away.
I did get out from under my contract with Rue, the damn money grubbing basterds. I have paid them over $800.00 but at least I dont have to pay them anything more.
Anyway, that's the update as of today, and I can remember.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Dream dream dream dream
Another weird dream I flet compaled to share.
Its some sort of apartment, but it only has three sides like a doll house. I am moving into this for some reason. I think I am the room mother for a group of college students. KC and Trey are amoung the students. But Trey is too young to be in school this year, maybe next year.
I am trying to come up with a way to arrang all these odd pieces of furnature into this very small living space. The bookcases are all falling apart but its all any of us have and for some reason we need all the peices of furnature. There is way too much to fit into this small space, but we need all of and I have to make it fit and still provide the girls with a study area, sleeping quarters, dinning area, kitchen and bathroom, all in sit com sized one bedroom apartment.
**now half awake and still working on this dream and problem**
Some how some bunk beds come into play. Two sets, so that's four beds and a single bed. That takes care of all the girls, they get the one bedroom. Trey and I have two single beds, we take up the far right hand corner and I start using all the massive bookcases to create false walls. ((that one had to come from my real life use of bookcase to create the illusion of another room,.)) Anyway, I have to set up these other areas. So the far left hand side is the living area with TV. My rocking chair and another one, I think it is one of the other girls, are set against the wall facing into the living space, and facing the TV. The TV is set facing the rocking chairs, the back facing into some study area, the study area again defined by bookcases and my ugle bambo box coffee table. That area is for them to do homework and keep their eyes off the TV.
I think the dinning area kinda fell off the map, I dunno what happend to it. But I am worried about Trey and how he will deal with this, us have no privacy.
anyway, by this time I am fully awake and need to write this down.
Since starting this blogger I have been using it for my dreams. Never before have I remembered my dreams as often nor have I recorded them.
The only other dream I remembered this vividly was the lions licking blood from dumpsters and myself as a child sitting in my moms van watching in horror this scene. The lions had somehow gotten out of control and were terrorizing the city. A large city that I remember, but I dont know which one. I had this dream a child and it has always haunted me. It was so real and in color. The lions looked so large and deadly they scared me.
anyway. I guess I have weird dreams but I forget them until now... when I started getting up in the middle of the night to record them here.
Its some sort of apartment, but it only has three sides like a doll house. I am moving into this for some reason. I think I am the room mother for a group of college students. KC and Trey are amoung the students. But Trey is too young to be in school this year, maybe next year.
I am trying to come up with a way to arrang all these odd pieces of furnature into this very small living space. The bookcases are all falling apart but its all any of us have and for some reason we need all the peices of furnature. There is way too much to fit into this small space, but we need all of and I have to make it fit and still provide the girls with a study area, sleeping quarters, dinning area, kitchen and bathroom, all in sit com sized one bedroom apartment.
**now half awake and still working on this dream and problem**
Some how some bunk beds come into play. Two sets, so that's four beds and a single bed. That takes care of all the girls, they get the one bedroom. Trey and I have two single beds, we take up the far right hand corner and I start using all the massive bookcases to create false walls. ((that one had to come from my real life use of bookcase to create the illusion of another room,.)) Anyway, I have to set up these other areas. So the far left hand side is the living area with TV. My rocking chair and another one, I think it is one of the other girls, are set against the wall facing into the living space, and facing the TV. The TV is set facing the rocking chairs, the back facing into some study area, the study area again defined by bookcases and my ugle bambo box coffee table. That area is for them to do homework and keep their eyes off the TV.
I think the dinning area kinda fell off the map, I dunno what happend to it. But I am worried about Trey and how he will deal with this, us have no privacy.
anyway, by this time I am fully awake and need to write this down.
Since starting this blogger I have been using it for my dreams. Never before have I remembered my dreams as often nor have I recorded them.
The only other dream I remembered this vividly was the lions licking blood from dumpsters and myself as a child sitting in my moms van watching in horror this scene. The lions had somehow gotten out of control and were terrorizing the city. A large city that I remember, but I dont know which one. I had this dream a child and it has always haunted me. It was so real and in color. The lions looked so large and deadly they scared me.
anyway. I guess I have weird dreams but I forget them until now... when I started getting up in the middle of the night to record them here.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Life Style
A quote from Cynthia: From the movie "the first 20 million"
*Simplify, clarify, and economize.*
What a great ideal. I like it. It has inspired my recent battle against the clutter. I am trying to get rid of the junk, organize and debunk the house. The budget is getting better, my bills are being paid on time. I am working on getting my life organized, orderly and manageble.
It's like when I stopped bitting my finger nails, or the last year of better eating habits and excercise. I just had to make the decision and 'just do it.' I just have to make it important to myself.
I want to see that movie too. Cynthia is great about movies. She knows I feel TV is a waste of time. I'd rather watch movies where I am the programing director. I hate TV. I love my VCR and DVD. I hate the TV. Possible the only redeming things on TV are on the history channel, PBS, or Discovery.
*scoff scoff* I am such a preppy. Even today. no jock for me, no brain for me, no geek for me... all yuppie/preppie.
*Simplify, clarify, and economize.*
What a great ideal. I like it. It has inspired my recent battle against the clutter. I am trying to get rid of the junk, organize and debunk the house. The budget is getting better, my bills are being paid on time. I am working on getting my life organized, orderly and manageble.
It's like when I stopped bitting my finger nails, or the last year of better eating habits and excercise. I just had to make the decision and 'just do it.' I just have to make it important to myself.
I want to see that movie too. Cynthia is great about movies. She knows I feel TV is a waste of time. I'd rather watch movies where I am the programing director. I hate TV. I love my VCR and DVD. I hate the TV. Possible the only redeming things on TV are on the history channel, PBS, or Discovery.
*scoff scoff* I am such a preppy. Even today. no jock for me, no brain for me, no geek for me... all yuppie/preppie.
Read on McDuff
I've had someone make one comment on one of my previuos posts.
Now it's like I kinda want someone to look at it, and I kinda don't. It's like someone reading your mail or a stranger finding your diary and reading it. In a way I would really like some validation about my thoughts and feelings, but in a way I am scared to death of rejection. Obsessive Compulsive that I am, I've had to add a photo to my profile now. Cuz someone might actually read it. LOL Are we (amercians, women, you name the group) really so starved for intellicual connections with others, that we go out of our way to find annonomous strangers to connect and communication with?
WTF does that say bout our society?
Are we really so straved for someone to just listen?
Hell I dont want anyone to "FIX" my problems, I just want a place to voice them in safety without causing harm to my relationships or myself. Some place to 'blow steam' or "vent" just someplace to pout quietly and not have anyone try to make it all better. I'm a big girl, I know that no one can make it all better but me. I know it's my perception that dictates my moods. It's "living the full spots of my life and getting over the empty ones" that will make my happiness achievable. Gezzzzzz. I just want a place to be who I am in my own head.
YEs the people pleaser in me wants someone to understand me without the need of $100 per hour therapy sessions. Beside those over educated psycho-babbaling idoits are even more screwed up than the rest of us. I know, I work with them. THEY go to other shirkens more often than the rest of us do. LOL Being in health care gives me such a clear prospective on life.
I dont want someone hurtful to read my thoughts. But yeah I kinda would like to connect with other people in a non-threatening enviroment. a la internet strangers.
I find myself checking to see if anyone has posted to my blog.... OCD again. ((Obsessive compulsive disorder))
* chuckles* yeah.... what a lovely state of affairs.
more later.
Now it's like I kinda want someone to look at it, and I kinda don't. It's like someone reading your mail or a stranger finding your diary and reading it. In a way I would really like some validation about my thoughts and feelings, but in a way I am scared to death of rejection. Obsessive Compulsive that I am, I've had to add a photo to my profile now. Cuz someone might actually read it. LOL Are we (amercians, women, you name the group) really so starved for intellicual connections with others, that we go out of our way to find annonomous strangers to connect and communication with?
WTF does that say bout our society?
Are we really so straved for someone to just listen?
Hell I dont want anyone to "FIX" my problems, I just want a place to voice them in safety without causing harm to my relationships or myself. Some place to 'blow steam' or "vent" just someplace to pout quietly and not have anyone try to make it all better. I'm a big girl, I know that no one can make it all better but me. I know it's my perception that dictates my moods. It's "living the full spots of my life and getting over the empty ones" that will make my happiness achievable. Gezzzzzz. I just want a place to be who I am in my own head.
YEs the people pleaser in me wants someone to understand me without the need of $100 per hour therapy sessions. Beside those over educated psycho-babbaling idoits are even more screwed up than the rest of us. I know, I work with them. THEY go to other shirkens more often than the rest of us do. LOL Being in health care gives me such a clear prospective on life.
I dont want someone hurtful to read my thoughts. But yeah I kinda would like to connect with other people in a non-threatening enviroment. a la internet strangers.
I find myself checking to see if anyone has posted to my blog.... OCD again. ((Obsessive compulsive disorder))
* chuckles* yeah.... what a lovely state of affairs.
more later.
This old house
My list goes on and on and on....
Bob Vila could spend a whole season on my house:
LONG TERM GAOLS
Insulate the garage
Extended fench
Rewire garage dryer / air conditioner breaker problem
Finish garage walls -- half done
Add bathroom -- between kitchen and garage, link up to kitchen plumbing.
Kitchen Remodel: ((to be done in stages))
Add false floor and move pantry wall --changed mind, dont want to do this, this way anymore.
Take out kitchen/pantry dividing wall -- nope, add to dividing wall for more privacy
Move refrigerator onto kitchen false floor extension -- can't do
Open up kitchen walls into living room -- half done, window added, needs to be fininshed
Add kitchen cabinets -- *rolls eyes* get ahold of old cajun guy that is HoH and works slow but cheap.
Add butcher block top -- still want
Replace sliding glass doors with more ornamental doors (French/stained glass)
Close in car port/ extend roof from pantry door to carport & garage _) -- must revise.
New roof over bedroom -- Gary wants tressel and pitched roofing.
Make fold down knife drawer.
Fix leak under sink -- half done
Add gravel or shell beside car port for parking
Clean out bamboo -- tried, bambo is hard to kill.
Bar B Que pit -- done
Walls around bedroom door repaired -- again, half done.
Door sweeps and gaskets -- have idea on purchase to fix this.
Astroturf removed from yard outside bedroom -- done, did it myself, do it is actuall all the way done.
more later.
(edit)
maybe I should put half assed or half baked beside all the things only half done. That just really ticks me off. What's wrong with starting a project and working on it until completion... what's wrong with getting a job all the way done?
Bob Vila could spend a whole season on my house:
LONG TERM GAOLS
Insulate the garage
Extended fench
Rewire garage dryer / air conditioner breaker problem
Finish garage walls -- half done
Add bathroom -- between kitchen and garage, link up to kitchen plumbing.
Kitchen Remodel: ((to be done in stages))
Add false floor and move pantry wall --changed mind, dont want to do this, this way anymore.
Take out kitchen/pantry dividing wall -- nope, add to dividing wall for more privacy
Move refrigerator onto kitchen false floor extension -- can't do
Open up kitchen walls into living room -- half done, window added, needs to be fininshed
Add kitchen cabinets -- *rolls eyes* get ahold of old cajun guy that is HoH and works slow but cheap.
Add butcher block top -- still want
Replace sliding glass doors with more ornamental doors (French/stained glass)
Close in car port/ extend roof from pantry door to carport & garage _) -- must revise.
New roof over bedroom -- Gary wants tressel and pitched roofing.
Make fold down knife drawer.
Fix leak under sink -- half done
Add gravel or shell beside car port for parking
Clean out bamboo -- tried, bambo is hard to kill.
Bar B Que pit -- done
Walls around bedroom door repaired -- again, half done.
Door sweeps and gaskets -- have idea on purchase to fix this.
Astroturf removed from yard outside bedroom -- done, did it myself, do it is actuall all the way done.
more later.
(edit)
maybe I should put half assed or half baked beside all the things only half done. That just really ticks me off. What's wrong with starting a project and working on it until completion... what's wrong with getting a job all the way done?
Respect
I am soooo mad.
Last night at work, I had a few minutes to kill, so I logging into my email. There I find an email that Wayne has gone out of his way for me to read. I just read the intro, he says he is "blowing steam,." at which point I start to steam. I have repeatedly asked him not to send my emails. If he must send me an email, make is something that if Gary read it, Gary wouldnt mind it. IT's a matter of respect. He repeatedly ignores my requests. He emails are manipulative, guilt trip, attempts at controlling me, attempts to illict an emotional response from me. HE is throwing a temper tantrum basically. Oh he makes me sooo mad. If I said half the things out loud that I think in my head, everyone would shot themselves and I would be guilty of driving them to it.
Neither one of them has any idea how much venoum and anger I hold back from them... how often I bite my tongue.
Wayne repeatedly does things I ask him not to do. Repeatedly disreguards my wishes. WTF????? I am trying to hold together a marriage I am very fond off. I like Gary, I love Gary, I enjoy being around Gary and I can actually TRUST him. Wayne has a long history of dishonesty with the women in his life. I've caught him in lies time and again. Does he really think I am sooo stupid as to place emotional trust in him with his repeated violation of my trust?
I am backed into a corner in that I need Wayne to help met the needs of the kids. I could make it on my own. Hell I could make it without Gary. But damn it would be unpleasent, scarafice of quality of life and just plain hard to cope. The kids would not have nearly so many of their needs emotional, physical, and social met if it were just me. Three adults does have its advantages. But freak, it's complicated too.
And Gary, as much as I love, adore, and need him emotionally. He is just plain lazy. Zip, zero, none as far as self starter at home goes. Now put a job related superiour in front of him and he's a ball of fire. But me, his wife, I have to ask a dozen times for him to change the cat litter box,a nd still half the time do it myself or ask Wayne to do it for me. I think waiting a week AFTER the damn thing is rank, is plenty patient enough. I mean damn, I dont want to live in a pig sty, but I just dont have the energy, time or desire to take care of 100% of everything.
I suppose this blog has become my new method of venting. I can be honest with myself and not give a freak who sees it. You dont know me anyway. LOL you could run into me on the street and not know that these words are running through my head. You would have no clue what I have going on at home.
I deleted his email unread. I just dont want to play into his little guilt trip. I dont want to take that ride. Distancing myself once it was read, would be next to impossible, so I file 13'd it.
Cell phone calling me on the way home from work. He as attempted to leave me a voice mail. *shakes head* Controlling. Just another tool to try and illict his desired response out of me. Freak I am tired of that shit. Some days, girls are sooooo much easier.
My A list:
If anything every happened to Gary (God forbide it) who would I sleep with?
First off, I'd be a slut, cause no one would be able to replace him, and it would just be fun sweaty exercise for fill an unfillable void.
Wayne (a Dr. Doolittle/pygmalian kinda thing. I'd want to improve him and make him into a real person)
James (he is just so flirty, of course I would have to change jobs.)
Jetta ( I owe her the shot at a relationship should anything happen to Gary, she was my first girl.)
Bill Alen, (just one taste would prolly do it.)
Tackleberry/Carter (he's a slut too, and would just be filling an empty spot.)
Beth (I do care about her very deeply, but I think she would be alarmed at my lack of..er..morals.)
hum, prolly more as the opportunity would arise.
more later.
Last night at work, I had a few minutes to kill, so I logging into my email. There I find an email that Wayne has gone out of his way for me to read. I just read the intro, he says he is "blowing steam,." at which point I start to steam. I have repeatedly asked him not to send my emails. If he must send me an email, make is something that if Gary read it, Gary wouldnt mind it. IT's a matter of respect. He repeatedly ignores my requests. He emails are manipulative, guilt trip, attempts at controlling me, attempts to illict an emotional response from me. HE is throwing a temper tantrum basically. Oh he makes me sooo mad. If I said half the things out loud that I think in my head, everyone would shot themselves and I would be guilty of driving them to it.
Neither one of them has any idea how much venoum and anger I hold back from them... how often I bite my tongue.
Wayne repeatedly does things I ask him not to do. Repeatedly disreguards my wishes. WTF????? I am trying to hold together a marriage I am very fond off. I like Gary, I love Gary, I enjoy being around Gary and I can actually TRUST him. Wayne has a long history of dishonesty with the women in his life. I've caught him in lies time and again. Does he really think I am sooo stupid as to place emotional trust in him with his repeated violation of my trust?
I am backed into a corner in that I need Wayne to help met the needs of the kids. I could make it on my own. Hell I could make it without Gary. But damn it would be unpleasent, scarafice of quality of life and just plain hard to cope. The kids would not have nearly so many of their needs emotional, physical, and social met if it were just me. Three adults does have its advantages. But freak, it's complicated too.
And Gary, as much as I love, adore, and need him emotionally. He is just plain lazy. Zip, zero, none as far as self starter at home goes. Now put a job related superiour in front of him and he's a ball of fire. But me, his wife, I have to ask a dozen times for him to change the cat litter box,a nd still half the time do it myself or ask Wayne to do it for me. I think waiting a week AFTER the damn thing is rank, is plenty patient enough. I mean damn, I dont want to live in a pig sty, but I just dont have the energy, time or desire to take care of 100% of everything.
I suppose this blog has become my new method of venting. I can be honest with myself and not give a freak who sees it. You dont know me anyway. LOL you could run into me on the street and not know that these words are running through my head. You would have no clue what I have going on at home.
I deleted his email unread. I just dont want to play into his little guilt trip. I dont want to take that ride. Distancing myself once it was read, would be next to impossible, so I file 13'd it.
Cell phone calling me on the way home from work. He as attempted to leave me a voice mail. *shakes head* Controlling. Just another tool to try and illict his desired response out of me. Freak I am tired of that shit. Some days, girls are sooooo much easier.
My A list:
If anything every happened to Gary (God forbide it) who would I sleep with?
First off, I'd be a slut, cause no one would be able to replace him, and it would just be fun sweaty exercise for fill an unfillable void.
Wayne (a Dr. Doolittle/pygmalian kinda thing. I'd want to improve him and make him into a real person)
James (he is just so flirty, of course I would have to change jobs.)
Jetta ( I owe her the shot at a relationship should anything happen to Gary, she was my first girl.)
Bill Alen, (just one taste would prolly do it.)
Tackleberry/Carter (he's a slut too, and would just be filling an empty spot.)
Beth (I do care about her very deeply, but I think she would be alarmed at my lack of..er..morals.)
hum, prolly more as the opportunity would arise.
more later.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Musings
Just a note to myself.
I am at work so cant really expand on all I'd like to.
the A list
to do list
rantings and ravings
having someone read my mail... er okay.
I am at work so cant really expand on all I'd like to.
the A list
to do list
rantings and ravings
having someone read my mail... er okay.
Mental Health
Re-published for my own memory of the event:
I've been asked by a friend of mine to define the following roles and relationships: man, woman, husband, wife, mother and father. Takening into account that ideal tne reality differ and that my point of view is subjective; and therefore limited to my personal experience.
Man -- a physically adult male that has reached an emotional mature level capable of commitment, responsiblity, and accountablity above and beyond simple self gradification.
Woman -- same as above, only female.
Husband -- a man that has made (and re-makes daily) a committment to a life long partnership with a woman. Agreeing to fullfill certain roles within that ralationship. Traditionally the hunter/gatherer/provider of a family. Also traditionaly the leadership role within the family. (side note: all marriages SHOULD be established to provide for any offspring before any other role is made priority. Secondly, to provide a social and emotional support for both partners within a trusting relationship.)
Wife -- Woman in above descirbed partnership. Traditionally the caregiver of the family. The parnter that usually bears the offspring. The nurse, maid, super bieing the does it all and completes anything left undone by the man.
Mother -- If a man wears the pants in the family, a mother has picked them out. Either the mother of his children of the man's won mother. Mothers are the driving, thinking force, good or bad, behind all people. The hand the rocks the cradle rules the world. Never underestate the power of a supporting role.
Father -- the coach and encourager. He who strives for and expects success ( in whatever form) in all those around him. The leading role in this stage production of life. The one who bears the brunt of force in adversity, violence, in the face of war and glory in his own personal achievment. Above all he provides safety and security for his family.
Above all our children are the only real thing we leave behind when we pass. Our job is to teach then and train them. Help them to grow into happy and successful adults. (however you define success is what determines what/how you train your children.)
I've been asked by a friend of mine to define the following roles and relationships: man, woman, husband, wife, mother and father. Takening into account that ideal tne reality differ and that my point of view is subjective; and therefore limited to my personal experience.
Man -- a physically adult male that has reached an emotional mature level capable of commitment, responsiblity, and accountablity above and beyond simple self gradification.
Woman -- same as above, only female.
Husband -- a man that has made (and re-makes daily) a committment to a life long partnership with a woman. Agreeing to fullfill certain roles within that ralationship. Traditionally the hunter/gatherer/provider of a family. Also traditionaly the leadership role within the family. (side note: all marriages SHOULD be established to provide for any offspring before any other role is made priority. Secondly, to provide a social and emotional support for both partners within a trusting relationship.)
Wife -- Woman in above descirbed partnership. Traditionally the caregiver of the family. The parnter that usually bears the offspring. The nurse, maid, super bieing the does it all and completes anything left undone by the man.
Mother -- If a man wears the pants in the family, a mother has picked them out. Either the mother of his children of the man's won mother. Mothers are the driving, thinking force, good or bad, behind all people. The hand the rocks the cradle rules the world. Never underestate the power of a supporting role.
Father -- the coach and encourager. He who strives for and expects success ( in whatever form) in all those around him. The leading role in this stage production of life. The one who bears the brunt of force in adversity, violence, in the face of war and glory in his own personal achievment. Above all he provides safety and security for his family.
Above all our children are the only real thing we leave behind when we pass. Our job is to teach then and train them. Help them to grow into happy and successful adults. (however you define success is what determines what/how you train your children.)
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