Why the Disney Princesses ruined us Women.

My girls are down stairs watching Beauty and the Beast right now and I was listening to the song the Gaston sings in the Pub. And then it hit me. Disney is the reason that women have such poor taste in men.Seriously, Belle's choice in husbands is between a pompous but handsome jerk that all the girls in village are after and a guy who was so spoiled a witch had to go and turn him into a beast to teach him a lesson. What does that teach little girls? All guys are grouchy, hairy, and ill-mannered but its OK because you can change them into princes who will worship you. Next is Snow White. She has to run away to escape from her evil step mother and marries a princes she met once before, after living with seven other men first. I don't even have to go into what that infers. And what about Cinderella. She teaches us marry the first rich guy you meet who can dance and likes your shoes. Then there's Princess Jasmine who teaches us to ignore all your parents rules and marry whoever you want even if he lies to you about everything. Ariel and Jasmine are pretty close in love lessons but Ariel doesn't even care if her husband is the same species. She says you should change to be whatever he wants you to be.
And men wonder why we are so crazy. They can blame Walt Disney.

My Happiest Moment

I was thinking about how crazy life is this morning and wondering is there a time in my life I wish I could go back to? You know, that happiest moment. Like some people wish they could go back to high school days, their favorite summer vacation, or even back to playing in the sand box days. I realized that there is no other moment then now that I would really reather be in. No matter how complicated, crazy, frustrating, or overwhelming it all gets, now is still better. I've learned more, loved more, cried more, and even been more in the last few years then all the 20 years before that put together. I truelly have my best friend next to me everyday and all the other problems and trials seems so much less important because of it.

It's a boy thing

So I have discovered that my son is Bam-Bam. I mean right out of Flintstone land, Bam-Bam. He loves to bang, break, yell, and crash. I guess it's a boy thing because my girls never went through this. But just like his cartoon chracter counterpart, he knows when he has to be gentle. When he is near his little sister, he is the sweetest, gentlest little man ever. He uses two fingers to rub her head and moves very slowly to kiss her. The girls aren't even that gentle. I guess it's a boy thing.