I feel like I haven’t written in forever. I hope that everyone had a happy, and uneventful Thanksgiving. I hear so many stories about fights breaking out when families gather. I’m not sure if that’s a southern, redneck thing, in which there’s usually someone by the name Jack Daniels, or George Dickle involved, or if that’s typical across the globe. Either way, I hope I don’t see any of y’all on Jerry Springer. I hope I don’t see Jerry Springer period! That’s one of those shows that you stumble upon, while flipping through channels, and feel strangely compelled to watch. What’s up with that? Anyway, I’m WAY off subject. Sorry.
At our house Thanksgiving means the beginning of rifle season. That’s deer huntin’ for those city slicker, vegan types out there. My husband Steve, is a man’s man. He loves to hunt, and fix old cars. He works with his hands, and you’ll never see him in a pair of skinny jeans! Not even if Real Tree were to make a pair! He’ll spend hours tweezing eyebrows, ear and nose hair (THANK GOD!) when I’ve tried explaining to him that he could have his eyebrows waxed and it would only take a minute and last much longer. But NO! “Having your eyebrows waxed is for women and sissies.”
Personally, I’m thankful that he has clippers and tweezers! In fact, if you’re male, and over 40, no wait, over 30, PLEASE, for the love of all that is good and holy, and for the sake of those who love you, invest in tweezers and USE THEM OFTEN! There’s nothing, I repeat, NOTHING sexy about ear or nose hair, or long, straggly eyebrows! OR, go have your brows waxed! Just don’t tell Steve! 🙂
I just totally strayed off subject again. However, I felt it necessary. Anyway, back to deer hunting. Steve and I were eating lunch out one day, and the tv happened to be on one of those funny video shows. They were showing a video of a guy who’d stepped out of his car in a scenic area to look at something, only to come back and find deer around his car. The poor guy was terrified! Of course the thought of a man being terrified of a deer just chapped Steve’s hide! If someone says “Aw! I saw three beautiful deer in our back yard yesterday!” Steve will always ask if they shot one. If they say no, his response is always, “What happened? Did your gun jam?!” So while watching the video I said to Steve “I guess his gun jammed.” To which Steve promptly replied, “More like his testosterone jammed.” He was serious as a heart attack! I died laughing!
Ladies, girlfriends, mommas, sisters, grandmothers, aunts….any woman who has a young boy, in her life, here’s some note worthy advice. Let them be boys! Don’t keep them from being wild and adventurous! That’s how God designed them! Mommas of boys, stop trying so hard to protect your sons. One day they’ll be expected to protect a wife! Let him get dirty if he wants to! Let him get hurt, within reason of course. Don’t fight his battles for him, or take up for him too much. Let dad teach him to fight. Yes I said fight! Not to start fights, mind you, but teach him that sometimes it might be necessary for him to fight. If you don’t agree with that statement, I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. If you have a son and think he’ll go through life never having to stand up for himself or someone else, or you’re telling him that a physical fight is never an option; I hope you’ve got him in a plastic bubble! If not, he’s in for a butt whoopin’ at some point. Teach him to also be tender and how to love. And lastly, when he does become a man…respect him! As a mom, I can tell you, that’s very difficult! However, it’s a must!
Men, don’t let your testosterone jam! And ladies, don’t be the cause of any male having jammed up testosterone. Stop with all the “neutral gender” BS. Males and females are different! Y’all have a great, uneventful, testosterone filled day!
Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong. Let all that you do be done in love. 1 Corinthians 16: 13-14