Let’s be pretty & mean people wanted

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I was at work the other day & had a disgruntled truck driver come in for a load. He was at the window as soon as I got in. He wasn’t happy. And the duration of his time at our facility, he was a gripin’ & belly achin’.  On his 14th trip, back in the office, to tell me how terrible everything was in his life, one of our usual truck drivers was standing in the lobby. This “seasoned” driver was standing there, with his shorts on (because it was 200 degrees in the shade that day.) He was looking all dapper, as his custom, with his prosthetic leg. He had a logging accident several years ago & lost his leg. He is very positive about this tragic incident that happened to him, though. One day, he told me  that there was no way he could imagine not working. When the accident happened, the doctor suggested he get on disability. Well, he was purely disgusted by that. He was not raised to not work. So, with God’s help, he made a way to get back to work. Since this, he has taken an attitude of

“Slow down, it’s all going to be ok. Things just are what they are & sometimes delays & problems can be for good. “

SO, I was delighted when the crabby driver took notice of my driver friend with one leg. They started up a conversation & low & behold before you know it the unhappy driver was telling us all to have a good day.   I was very impressed on how that situation played out  I mentioned to the driver this very fact. He said,

“You know I learned a long time ago, this world needs hateful people. I’m telling you spiteful & mad people are needed in this world.  I tell my kids when they run into some low down cuss, that’s spittin’ & complainin’, they need to thank God for them. Because God’s teaching them to appreciate us decent folks.”

What a delightful attitude! My Daddy says some of the same about contrary folks.

“Be glad when you have to deal with mean folks. They show you how you DON’T want to act.”

Maybe that’s why Jesus tell us to treat others kindly.

Ephesians 4:32 And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.

And as we want to be treated.

Matthew 7:12 Therefore, whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.

That’s a beautiful recipe for how to get along with others. Attitudes can be contagious. I am so thankful to this driver, for reminding me of that.

I hope you all are having a wonderful week. We have still been trying to make peace with getting Miss Neenee to school every day. On time. So that she does not have to deal with the RIDICULOUS time Nazis at school, who punish little kids for reasons beyond their control and whathaveyou. You can read more about that here. Until next time, I have to be going, because I should be washing clothes.

Just a little before dinner cup of coffee. Or if his mom or dad are seeing this, cup of milk.

Just a little before dinner cup of coffee. Or if his mom or dad are seeing this, cup of milk.

photo credits: junk gypsy

 

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The Willie & Waylon method of parenting

My brother, of whom I affectionately refer to as "Bud".

My brother, of whom I affectionately refer to as “Bud”.

 

It’s funny how everybody has opinions about how to raise kids.  Some things work for this kid.  Other tactics work for that one.  No two kids are exactly alike.  That’s for sure!  My mama, being the good Southern mother she was, had an unconventional approach to parenting.  It appears she used the “Willie Nelson/Waylon Jennings method”.  If you ain’t quite sure what in the world that is, just follow me down this rabbit trail for a bit.

Mama loved to listen to country music.  Willie & Waylon were 2 of her favorites.  The song, “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” was literally written about how to bring up your kids.  The lyrics go:

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don’t let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make ’em be doctors and lawyers and such

So, that’s just what mama did. She made sure my brother was raised with all the Southern graces & hospitality that a boy could be. He did not attend cotillion classes, however, was well versed in how to act right, carry on conversations with politeness, & mind his manners at the table. His learning came from being a preacher’s kid. My mama wouldn’t have her kids carrying on like a bunch of hooligans. He was to behave & “act like he had some raisins’ ”. She was the first to tell him when his behavior was less than stellar. Many times it could be a swift smack. My mama was a smacker. So you knew what was coming if you did step out of line.  Daddy was more of a belt man.  I saw this the other day & thought, yep, more people need to be buying  & using these.

Belt

Daddy did use the occasional ping pong paddle.  But, low & behold, it must not have done any permanent damage to Bud because, ya’ll, he grew up to be a lawyer. Just like Willie & Waylon used to sing about. And mama was so proud of him. She wouldn’t boast of it much, because, you know, not everybody’s boy got to be a lawyer. She didn’t want people to think for a second ANY of us had become high falootin’. (Because mama didn’t raise him to think he was better than anybody else. It must have really worked. He has passed that attribute on to his kids. Who are both a hoot & a half, but are very grounded in life.) I would say, if done right, the Willie & Waylon parenting method has some salt to it. For my brother, at least. It kept him from:

  1. Growing up to be a cowboy. (the kind that is a self seeking wanderer & never stays in one place for long at a time. Which we did think for awhile there he was going to be a bachelor for life. But thank the LORD for my sister-in-law, who changed all that for good.)  Mind you he has cleaned many a barn stalls, rode horses, tended to hogs, chickens, dogs, cats, & swam in the branch on hot summer days.
  2. Being a truck driver. Albeit, there are worse things to be. However, he has opted for a life off the road to make his living. Although, there was the time he moved to Atlanta to work. He lived in his car, ate on the run, & didn’t shower much. That’s kinda like a truck driver.
  3. Never staying home & always being alone. Let me say he would much rather be at home than traveling. It’s just something about sleeping in a house with all your peeps under one roof, that is good for the soul. There is always camaraderie going on with his bunch. Ne’er a dull moment.
  4. Loving smoky ole pool rooms. Mind you, he does love a friendly game of pool. He has never been the one to let leisure & responsibility collide. Being responsible & a rock for us all to lean on has always been his specialty. This is where I need to say he is God fearing, too.  Good people is what he is.
  5. Being hard to love. If you are around my brother, for any amount of time, & do not deem him likeable & more fun than a ride at the county fair, then you need to quit being such a stick in the mud. He’s always the life of the party. He loves to laugh. And ya’ll, he is quite the dancer. Not the kind of dancer that has any rhythm, but hey, he’s out there trying. You have to LOVE that. My kids think he is the BEST & hands down, I totally agree.

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I know Father’s Day has just passed, but I did want to give a shout out to a WONDERFUL brother, daddy, & friend. He is a terrific brother that has such a great sister. Dadgum, he’s lucky.

Thank you for coming by to visit with me today.  I hope everybody had a good Father’s Day weekend.  We had a birthday we celebrated, as well.  It was outside & it was hot.  But we are into June with this year, so it was just as expected.  Until next time, I have to be going because I should be washing clothes.

Birthday boy in all his cuteness

Birthday boy in all his cuteness

Mr. Sweetie Pants enjoying the festivities.

Mr. Sweetie Pants enjoying the festivities.

What party is not complete without some water balloon action?

What party is not complete without some water balloon action?

 

And this guy.  He's always willing to play with the kids.  They are a bit smitten by him.

And this guy. He’s always willing to play with the kids. They are a bit smitten by him.

Sweet boys- they didn't care it was hot.

Sweet boys- they didn’t care it was hot.