When people ask you how you are doing or how things are going and we respond nothing to complain about.... Usually the end of that statement is something to the effect that nobody cares or it wouldn't do any good if we complain because nobody is listening. Well I am here to say that the one thing I hate the most is complaining, it drives me crazy. Well life at my house as been quite busy which has prevented me to one degree or another to continue to post on my blog on a regular basis. For that I am very sorry. I think I am losing my zeal for blogging just a little. But I think that is due to my previous statement. But back to my reason for this post. Complaining is a pet peeve of mine. I would have to say that is the one thing that will put me a bad mood fairly quickly. I understand that things happen that are beyond our control, and I also realize that I am not beyond doing my own share of bitching and moaning. I would like to think I keep it to a minimum, Helen can tell you for sure if that is true. I guess complaining people at least to me are always fairly negative about most everything and I don't want to be around those types of people. I would just assume to surround myself with folks who tend to be positive and as least try to see the bright side of things. That's it.....
Musa Out
Yes I know it has been a while since my last post and for that I am deeply sorry. Life has still moved on and quite well without some of my daily rantings. So on with the show. Caleb and I had another opportunity to have some quality father/son time. For those of you that have only girls... well what can I say.
We talked alot about school and how things were playing out in his classes. The fun part of this was I only had to ask one or two questions. Caleb did the rest of the talking. It was awesome! My son had opened up to me with more than one or two word answers. We laughed and talked about which parts we should keep to ourselves and not tell his mother... We cracked jokes that were actually very funny and I got to share about some of my own life experiences that I hoped would make sense to him.
So in the end, we really only fail as parents if we give up. Do you want to be the hammer or the nail?
