I think I'll pass

Lucky dog, lucky dog…….

So, why do we need rules, anyway?  Love you!!!

I had an uncle who lived in el paso.  There were two events, that when they would occur synchronously, led to us being aware of how strange he could get.  Event #1: if he were extremely inebriated (pretty far gone), and Event #2: his dog was mating.  If these two conditions were present at the same time, he would call us on the telephone and describe the particulars of Event #2 in great detail.  (Actually, they probably happened in detail.)  But I wouldn’t know for sure, because my parents made sure not to hand me the telephone.  And I’m only contributing this to the discussion because it’s an example of SO many different kinds of rules all operating at the same time.  A veritable ballet of rules.  And I also wanted to tell you yesterday that the picture of the pink snowflake ornament is really great.  I mean, I just really like it a lot.  But I couldn’t bring myself to leave that comment because it would be like disturbing a beautiful layer of virgin snow for the wrong reason, which is kinda like following a rule, isn’t it?

I have to say I hate rules … every time I try to be a ‘rule enforcer’ - I damage my relationship of trust with kids. Instead I’ve become a “Rule Examiner”. I help the kid who breaks the rule(s) figure out how he or she is gonna survive by playing by the Rule Book. This doesn’t work more often than not - so the alternative is trying to figure out a better way to enhance their “creative strengths”. (it’s tricky sometimes) I work on this premise that everyone has “strengths” at least ONE!!! (even the most Oppositional Defiant child in the school DSM IV diagnosis for Oppositional Defiant  ps: I hate this diagnosis - probably because I probably qualified for it when I was a youngster and maybe I still do!)

Just now I was breaking some rules that I myself have enforced to never say negative things about my ex-partner. I was driving down the street with the snow coming down in all directions and flashed onto something very stupid that had been communicated and I started to laugh outloud (alone in my car) and yes, I loudly used the f’word (and farted) and all kinds of other nasty language including the d, the s, and yep it felt good. :))

good god almighty the ‘dead’ look and sound so young in that video!!!

love you

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Gee Maze, your “V” seems to have black nails?  Sora’s nails are brownish clearish and I am always tempted to paint them with blazing bright red finger nail polish.

Wow, Peri, love your comment about about farting and such. I dislike any diagnosis. As yet, daughter Lauren doesn’t have one, except mine, HFH, high functioning human.

When the wheel of love turns, there are no rules. ~Kama Sutra

How funny, I was just writing about rules on my blogger:-) For me it was about washing my hands of them. But rules do have a place, and if I were making them up, there would be some about having a dude to do the kitchen chores and weekly pedicures for my toes.

Maze– Ultimately I think we all have just one rule we live by. While there may be many guidelines that we follow (some in order to get along with a significant other, some that help us to get along in society, and yet still others that enable us to get along with our selves). I do believe there is just one rule at any individual’s core. I don’t believe that one rule is the same for everyone although some will share a similar rule. If you stick to your one rule, the rest just seems to fall into place and you find yourself with a significant other or a community that shares your ideal rule. My one rule is to live with no regrets. What’s your #1 rule?