Next week my kids start school and I am so excited. Last week was rough. My husband’s sister and her family came to America for the first time last week. They just won greencards and we are helping them out. They were on a different schedule at first so we were all exhausted that first week. Now they are adjusting well after learning some new things about America like cold drinks and central heat and air. I taught my sister-in-law how to use the dish washer and the microwave. She loves it. My nephew is already speaking English and already had his first Burger King hamburger. He hasn’t tried McDonald’s yet. (maybe I should spare him that )They are in their honeymoon phase. I hope it lasts long because the culture shock phase is terrible.
So know we have the last week of summer. Aron’s birthday is today so Aziz and his brother-in-law are making shashlik outside on the grill. We got him an ice cream cake yesterday and he got a super hero squad heliport which he loves. He is good friends with his cousin and now they are dressed like Wolverine and Spiderman.
Tomorrow we are having a party for him with his friends at the spray park. I hope it will be fun. I hope they get to go to the pool. I can’t because Aunt Irma came to visit. Aziz wants to go to New York. You can buy bus tickets to New York for $15! I think Labor Day weekend is a bad time to go so we probably won’t.
I read an article last night about 7 Things That Are Destroying Today’s Youth. I won’t link to it because every other word was the “F” word. Which brings me to my first thing.
Creativity means shocking. If it doesn’t shock, it isn’t art. Those are two very false statements. That movement began as early as 1900 and really became popular right around WWI. It was popular to create anti-art and was a reaction against Neo-Classicism. Now I hear Contemporary Art is no longer anti-art but I am still not convinced. Musicians also try to shock to the point it is no longer shocking. Sex and drugs is boring so now homosexuality (ummm sorry bisexuality) is the thing to do. Literature is filled with sex, violence, and the “F” word. I am an English major and there were a few contemporary novels I refused to read. One had bestiality in it, another infanticide, and another was the “real” Viet Nam war. I really needed to read about the gross details of war to really feel the author’s expression. It is more difficult to describe heaven, draw pure beauty, and or sing like an angel than it is to describe Hell, draw porn, or wail like a banshee. We have come from painting the holy (even the nudes managed to be holy) to taking pictures of penises. Much like the ancients put statues of penises in public and worshiped them. That brings me to
Primitivism- Man was a simple animal once upon a time where there was free sexuality and peace. People from primitive cultures are more perfect than we are in our false consumerist society. That is another lie. In fact, I would say so called primitive cultures are actually cultures in decline. There are “primitive” tribes of South America living among the ruins of great Meso-American civilizations that had art, writing, mathematics, and a complex government. In the West, primitivists once lived out in the fringes of society. Today they are more mainstream. Free sexuality, tribal dress, tattoos, piercings, lack of clothing, lack of traditional work are all examples of primitivism in mainstream society. Organic farming, the green movement, and extreme forms of natural mothers also fall into this category. Carrying your child all day long and refusing to punish a child before the age of 5 is not part of Western culture but more of traditional “primitive” societies. Treating animals and the environment equal to humans is also tribal. Mother Nature is giving equal treatment to God. Women walk around like modern day Ashtoreths.
Rules of society are frowned upon. People curse, show no respect for themselves or for other people. It is sad to see 13 year old girls posting pictures of themselves pouting while holding up their tank top to show off their flat stomachs. They are saying, my mind may be young, but my body wants sex. Youth drink and do drugs and then post drunk pictures of themselves online for all to see. I did dumb things when I was young too. I never took pictures of it. If a picture was found, it was destroyed.
These are all signs of decadence and our youth are living through it. They also have the best of society. They have the opportunities of gods. All information is at their fingertips via the web. If a girl gets pregnant out of wedlock, her life is not over but still has the hope of a successful life her ancestors never had. Anyone can go to college, work hard, and become a success. We are fortunate but we take it for granted and slowly our society is decaying.
I was reading some page on the internet that was making fun of one of Deanna Troi’s scenes. I clicked and watched it and immediately started to laugh until I was almost in tears. I immediately realized that this is probably what my brother’s dreams were like as a teenager. So many boys in the nineties had a crush on Deanna Troi who could sense their great happiness and longing in them.
And the figure who appeared at the end of the dream ready to catch the flying Deanna Troi would probably look like this-
Jon Jon did gymnastics which he is practicing at Ocean City, MD. Viki did dance and a fencing class. The kids went to a Star Wars costume class which was a lot of fun.
I had old post cards scattered all over the place. I decided to use decoupage to get them more organized. I decoupaged the postcards onto a cardboard and framed them with a frame I bought from Ikea for about $2. I also painted the frame. It was difficult to get a good picture but it really looks good. I put a blue ribbon on the back to hang it up with. I am a big decoupage fan thanks to Sharon who showed me how to do it and assigned me to be over the decoupage class for our upcoming Super Saturday.
I put on the back a guide to the London Dungeon which unfortunately says “Hellish Savings”. Then there is a postcard of Big Ben that we got when we went to London. Another is of Slater Mill, RI and the last is of Miami. In the future if anyone decides to take the postcard off they will read about the drag queens, topless German tourists, and the fabulous fashions.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when I hear a stay at home mom complain about how bored she is and how she can’t wait to go back to work. I always stare in shock and awe. How on earth can a housewife be bored. I am constantly busy! I really shouldn’t even be blogging. I should be doing laundry, putting patches on Victoria’s jeans, sweeping, mopping, washing the new food containers, etc etc. I already did clothes shopping, grocery shopping, Ikea shopping, cleaned the guest room and put up two shower curtains, took out some garbage, out the new pillow covers on my couch pillows, fed the children, dropped off and picked up Jon Jon from gymnastics, swept the kitchen floor, and made some medical appointments. I think I might have time to finish laundry, read to the kids, shower them, feed them, dishes, etc etc. If I finish all of the cleaning I have knitting, genealogy, scrapbooking, mending, fixing, church work, reading, playing with the kids, lesson planning for future pre-school that I am doing at home, etc etc. Doing all of this I still have to be the day care provider, nanny, coach, reading teacher, etc etc.
I also have to organize school clothes, supplies, dance supplies, gymnastics, and preschool. We are also redecorating the basement and our loft. I also have to make sure my husband does the landscaping because I quit that job after a terrible allergic reaction. I still have to fix the bottom grate thingy on the bottom of my car and vacuum and wash it. Crap!
If you are a bored housewife, you ain’t doing it right.
Yeah, I was not serious before. I don’t like emo people though I was totally that way as a teenager. I even wrote weird poems and listened to the Cure. I am a lot more mature now, but I know I still wagnst sometimes. It is weird. As a teenager I complained that no one understood me. That was the worst thing EVAR!!11 Now I complain about pain and agony. I think I would rather not have anyone understand me for everyone understands pain. For those immortals who may be reading that don’t feel pain, (except those immortals who do feel pain) pain sucks.
)They are in their honeymoon phase. I hope it lasts long because the culture shock phase is terrible. 
