Tuesday, October 10, 2006

She's Not Here, She is Gone, She Left Her Blog to Carry On!

I interrupt my regularly scheduled blogging blah to bring you my favorite re-run so that if you're new to this spot you can read what I like to write most. I would just post the link, but you probably wouldn't follow it, so I am "tricking" you into reading this. Reasons I'm gone: I am 1) sick, the Prednisone is nauseating me even in the night. I get tested for allergies Thursday at 9 am. I'm pretty sure the answer is "yes" to any allergy test. 2) My son's underdog high school soccer team has won the sectional championship and is gearing up for the regional, and you cannot imagine the hoopla, so I'm busy. Therefore, I am busily sick. Talk soon, Linda


My 13 year-old daughter relies on a comical passive-aggressive coping mechanism when slightly peeved at people (“people” meaning her 17 year-old brother). From across the room, while he is taunting her about the usual stuff (“I get the last Pop Tart because you ate yours last night!") she doesn’t say anything. She just holds up her thumb and forefinger “framing” his head between the two. She squints one eye, looks through the frame with the other, then slowly, and with some pleasure, “compresses” his head between her fingers, like she’s putting out a match. He’s kind of snuffed out. Works for her, cracks us up.

Noting how well the pinch has worked for her, the whole family now uses this silent commentary when the mood strikes. For instance, I like to compress Chevy Chase’s head because his giant ego has taken over his brain. He had a famous line on SNL’s Weekend Update as an egotistical anchor: “Good evening. I’m Chevy Chase, and you’re not.” People laughed at the pompous remark, but I’ve come to believe he wakes up every morning, steps out on his porch and shouts it to the world. So when I see him spouting his political poo, he gets the squeeze. Pop, he’s gone. I’ve also tried squashing Al Franken and Rosie O’Donnell, but their heads are of mammoth proportions, so it’s not as easy.

Ok, pinching doesn’t work for every aggravation in life, but it does help keep insignificant things in perspective. In the big scheme, whatever disappointment, frustration or negative curve ball comes my way, if I compare it to other suffering, it becomes a midget of a problem, usually laughable.

I want to breathe deeply and walk lightly through life, clearing clutter from my heart so that I can focus on bigger issues. Almost more than anything else, I want peace, or freedom from mental/emotional turmoil. I think that’s what Paul was talking about in
Philippians 4:7-9:

Then, because you belong to Christ Jesus, God will bless you with peace that no one can completely understand. And this peace will control the way you think and feel. Finally, my friends, keep your minds on whatever is true, pure, right, holy, friendly, and proper. Don't ever stop thinking about what is truly worthwhile and worthy of praise. You know the teachings I gave you, and you know what you heard me say and saw me do. So follow my example. And God, who gives peace, will be with you.

So, I say, “Don’t sweat the small stuff; pinch it!” Life really is too short, even if you live a long one. You can swat the flies, but focus on the picnic. The summer of life will inevitably slip into autumn, when the picnic will be remembered either as the battle against the flies, or the feast of many sweet strawberries, depending on perspective.


Dick Cheney practices "The Compression Aggression" on Osama

"The Compressor" incognito

"The Compressee," who as you can see, clearly deserves every pinch he gets.

1 comment:

Susanne said...

Did you really post this at 3:23 A.M.? Woman go to bed and sleep!!!

I woulda linked because personally I love this post!