Happiness comes in different forms. Like a question from a boy. A boy, tall like a man but still a boy. A question that shows he’s thinking about his future and that he wants something.
Hmmm, I got puzzled yesterday about a comment I was given in social media.
No doubt the comment was meant as a joke, but I instantly felt uncomfortable when reading it.
It was not until now, 12 hours later, I could come to the conclusion of why I didn’t appreciated “the joke”.
The joke took its lame point that it was bad of me to show respect (in this case towards my husband) and that he (my husband) was a lesser person if he had reacted emotionally to what I was about to do (without asking).
Why is it wrong to show respect and why is it wrong for men to be emotional (read sad)? I just don’t get it?
My reply? Naturally I too, used “humor” in my answer. I said: “I don’t care so much if he gets sad, I’m more worried if he would get mad because he gets so threatening when he becomes angry…“
NOTE: No, my husband doesn’t get violent when he gets angry (he hardly gets angry). And I know it is poor humor to make points of women getting beaten by their spouses, but so is, it to claim it is bad to show others respect and for men to be sad.
NOTE 2: No, I don’t think the person I had the conversation with, did any deeper analysis of the reply to me. And that’s the problem.
People don’t think, they talk. And by this, often consolidate old truths of how thing “should be”. If you react on them, you are called political correct which to day is the worst thing one can be.Read more "Joke or not"
This post is a sign that I’m getting really relly old or really, really bored (or both). I was brought up in the world’s smallest villages (or one of them). I found below text about the village (translated by Google translate) on the site: www.skanes-nordvastpassage.se/forestad/ text written by Lennart Svensson.
“Forestad, like its neighboring towns, can count its history far back in time. As “late” as in the mid-eighteenth century, the village consisted of five farms, some other settlements and the nearby farms Ljung and Damsgården. As usual, some of the farms were related to the then military system.
The village is scenic, and with wintering cranes, located in Rönneådalen, on the road between Röstånga and Färingtofta. Here you will find a living forest and farmland. The village is historically divided by Rönne Å, where the part towards Röstånga is called Västra Forestad and it towards Färingtofta Östra Forestad. In church, the village is divided in the same way to Riseberga and Färingtofta parishes.
Today, a majority of the older farms are left, low wooden lengths and wood and gray stones. On the farm Norrlycke there is a backyard cabin from the 18th century. On the road to Perstorp you will find on the right side just after the bridge a remarkably cool landscape, once a format of the ice sheet.
The number of residents in the village with its close vicinity is today fifty people. The city center is located along the old city road in Västra Forestad.
Forestad had its own community service until the mid 20th century. There were, for example, school, specialty shop, bakery, telephone exchange, forge, mill and machine station (my grandfather’s and later dad’s. author’s note). The contacts with neighbouring village Röstånga, were significant at that time. There were mail, bank, railway station, guest farm, system company etc. Forestad’s mailing address was then “Röstånga”.
In the middle of the 20th century there was also a mining break in Forestad. Where the valuable kaolin clan was broken. The clay was transported, after cleaning, to the railroad in Röstånga, for further transportation to customers in Sweden and abroad.
In the history of the village, one a person and an event deserves to be mentioned. First, the distinguished watchman Johan Nyberg. He was born in Hultsjö parish in Jönköping County. In 1821 he lived in Forestad after learning in the profession. Nyberg made various kinds of pocket watches, floor coverings and travel accessories. He was considered one of Sweden’s most skilled watchmakers, and his watches works great even today. Urmakare Nyberg died in 1844. There were also other watchmakers in the areas. The element of military activity should be the reason to establish itself here. Punctuality was and is important for all military activities.
An event, probably a tall tale, is said to have occurred in various sources when Karl Xl was in the fields during his Scanian operations in the late 1600s. The king would have visited Damsgården in Forestad and enamored by a maid, with the result that a daughter named Hedvig was born. Many are said to be descendants of this “king daughter”, many are doubtful.
Ur Forestad’s later story deserves a special house to be mentioned. The house, a red long with white windows and white door, is on the right side of the road between Röstånga and Färingtofta, about 300 meters after the bridge over Rönne Å. In 2008, the house, built around 1860, was donated to Riseberga – Färingtofta Hometown Association of the heirs to the well-known family and rural researcher Nils Poleman. His extensive genealogy material followed the house and is available there. The house is called the Poleman house. About the age of the house, underneath the outer cover, the old shifts with firewood and underneath the latter roof the old thatched roof.
Voluntary efforts have been made to put the house and its garden in place. Already now, the house has become a focal point for the people of the countryside and others and through further efforts, the goal is to fill this function in an even more effective way.
Dialect and city archives: Fords were important for community life. Over such a large watercourse as Rönneå constituted Forested a very important transition. The spellning Faarellstad from 1537 must not let someone believe that it is a fish name that is included (trout= forell). It is certainly a word that means “ford”, as the same word in English. The oldest form of the name is in the name of a bridge, Fordestad, from 1503.”Read more "Roots"
Did you hear that? I’m sure you didn’t see it. It was the weekend. I came and went. The Mr was/is working the entire time (except the hours he spent on the football pitch, or next to it).
I tried to do some use around the house. Washing the car, buying plants, doing some gardening, watching soccer, watching some more soccer, buying more plats, doing some more gardening, providing a quote for a possible new client, doing some paper work. I have not been washing or cooking some exceptional food (that doesn’t ever happen).
All in all a good but unbelievable short weekend.
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Do you remember the print I talked about a while back? The three words I want my sons to have in mind (or actually live by) in their journey in life.
I’m amazed that there still is a bunch of people around that seems to forget the word “responsibility” as a guiding star in their lives. For some reason the same people have no problem to use the word “rights”, very often accompanied by the word “my”.
You see, a right is usually connected with responsibility. If you overuse your rights without taking responsibility, your rights will not work. Just think about diving in traffic. Or getting a salary. Or being a descent human being.
If set rules are what they are, and you choose not to follow, please, please don’t be surprised when the the rights (including yours) will also cease to exist.
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Two hours of constant talking and laughing. That's what you get when you send a spur of the moment text and get together with your childhood friend a summer evening. Maybe not as hot, as limber or as naive as for 30 years ago. But still perfect in our inperfection.
Dare to be spontaneous, dare to keep in touch with your loved ones and dare have an strong and open mind – THAT will keep you happy.
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In the annual award ceremony of the year – Greatest parents EVER, the price goes to…..
Louise and Tobias Dock!
Both the Mr and I have started working, and our sons, like many other children of their age get stuck infront of a screen. During summers we have a rule that the screen and gaming starts at 7.00 pm (with the exception of a half hour or so when they get up).
So, what to do then? Nothing. Which sometimes is the right solution. Somedays, we simply forbid our sons to be home in our house on a sunny (and sometimes rainy days). What they do, as long as they behave themselves, is irrelevant for us. Our small town offers quite some possibilities.
One can give them a modern treasure hunt. Yesterday they were asked to go to a number of places around town based on printed screenshots from Google maps. At each station they were asked to catch a Pokemon, bring home thing (available in nature) or eat an ice-cream. Each activity should be accompanied by a photographic proof sent to the parents.
Yesterday’s activity was appreciated (even if they would die before admitting it), so we decided to do continue today we new activities. We upgraded today’s version to exclude the printouts and texted all instructions. Next time we will send a new instruction after they delivered photographic proof of performing the asked task.
We know, we are the greatest! #faketimidityRead more "Drumroll please"