I just finished reading a blog posted by my friend, Justin, and saw his enthusiasm for the Blog and in his being able to use it to keep a personal account of his thoughts. I was then relieved to see that I am not the only person who finds solace in letting others know what's going on inside. It feels good to get it out and that anyone who's interested in knowing what's going on with me has full access to it.
So today was an eventful day in the house of Schons on McNaughton Road. As usual a family fight emerges over the pettiest of things and Dustin puts himself at the heart of it. I'm not entirely sure how it ended where it did but the final words were of the facts of my sister and I receiving punishment just short of capital if mom deemed it necessary but the twins (as Ryan did to an extent) not get near the punishment they deserve. Is it that parents slack in the correcting of the children as they accumulate more of them? It seems to me that parents just lose interest in having the "best" child and succumb to the child's wants and allows them to become bratty; hence the spoiled persona that the younger of families gives off. I will continue to be amazed at how families differ drastically in some aspects but not so much as I am astonished at how some families don't seem to have a bad apple in that the entire barrel is rotten to the core (including parents, grandparents, aunts, etc...) I see it often; a family of 5 three of the most wretched children you could ever meet and the trashiest parents a trailer park could produce. Which brings me back to my sister, Jess. What a waste of space and air she and her husband truly are. It does sadden me that I have no remorse in that statement but the truth isn't always pleasant.
As I watched Oprah today I saw people who have very simple dreams; and not what I expected them to be. My first reaction would be that they dream of fitting in (because the visibly didn't) but no. They didn't allow their condition to hold them or weigh them down. Then when their child had the same condition they refused to allow the child to succumb to the disorder. To them they were normal and dreamed of everyday things that "normal" people dream of. I was impressed. I myself don't have many dreams if any. Dreams are unrealistic. Growing up I just wanted to fit in and be normal and to be accepted by society and most importantly, my family. My dream was dashed but I came to realize that it didn't matter. Dreams didn't matter. After watching her show today I think I'm beginning to understand the importance of having dreams and not just goals (which is what I have). Maybe I'll even make a wish list.
To bring everyone up to speed with some on going stuff: I've not heard from Shawna today. I did try to call earlier this evening but got no answer so I'm not sure if they came home today as planned. Mom's leg isn't entirely broken, just fractured six different ways. I'm still ill but am feeling better. My teeth took a vacation from hurting. Daniel's super sick, but is on the mend.
So today was an eventful day in the house of Schons on McNaughton Road. As usual a family fight emerges over the pettiest of things and Dustin puts himself at the heart of it. I'm not entirely sure how it ended where it did but the final words were of the facts of my sister and I receiving punishment just short of capital if mom deemed it necessary but the twins (as Ryan did to an extent) not get near the punishment they deserve. Is it that parents slack in the correcting of the children as they accumulate more of them? It seems to me that parents just lose interest in having the "best" child and succumb to the child's wants and allows them to become bratty; hence the spoiled persona that the younger of families gives off. I will continue to be amazed at how families differ drastically in some aspects but not so much as I am astonished at how some families don't seem to have a bad apple in that the entire barrel is rotten to the core (including parents, grandparents, aunts, etc...) I see it often; a family of 5 three of the most wretched children you could ever meet and the trashiest parents a trailer park could produce. Which brings me back to my sister, Jess. What a waste of space and air she and her husband truly are. It does sadden me that I have no remorse in that statement but the truth isn't always pleasant.
As I watched Oprah today I saw people who have very simple dreams; and not what I expected them to be. My first reaction would be that they dream of fitting in (because the visibly didn't) but no. They didn't allow their condition to hold them or weigh them down. Then when their child had the same condition they refused to allow the child to succumb to the disorder. To them they were normal and dreamed of everyday things that "normal" people dream of. I was impressed. I myself don't have many dreams if any. Dreams are unrealistic. Growing up I just wanted to fit in and be normal and to be accepted by society and most importantly, my family. My dream was dashed but I came to realize that it didn't matter. Dreams didn't matter. After watching her show today I think I'm beginning to understand the importance of having dreams and not just goals (which is what I have). Maybe I'll even make a wish list.
To bring everyone up to speed with some on going stuff: I've not heard from Shawna today. I did try to call earlier this evening but got no answer so I'm not sure if they came home today as planned. Mom's leg isn't entirely broken, just fractured six different ways. I'm still ill but am feeling better. My teeth took a vacation from hurting. Daniel's super sick, but is on the mend.
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