I don't doubt that you could own a business. It's the business that is in business for the purpose of providing jobs (lots of them) that I have a hard time with.

But your little stories did reveal you to be the snob that I thought you were. Telling me to go punch a clock. I have punched a clock before and I'd do it again if I had to. I don't think anything less of anyone who punches a clock. My husband punches a clock and I'm not ashamed of it.

Dee,

For some reason I had thought of you as a man instead of a woman...my bad, I'm assuming the impossibility again. Did ya know?...when discussing Leon and his new job, statistics show it not to be true...here's a heart warming story...possibly true!-

Toilet cleaning as performance art

by Patrice Lewis

Let's have a show of hands from everyone who loves to clean their toilets.

(Pause.)

Come come, don't be shy. Raise those hands.

(Longer pause.)

OK, I think we can conclude that cleaning toilets is not high on anyone's list of Really Fun Things to do.

Then why do we clean our toilets? The answer is obvious: We like
clean toilets. If someone drops by for coffee, it's nice to know the bathroom won't shame us.

Now let's try another experiment: Raise your hand if you can tell me
who is more likely to clean those toilets – a man or a woman?

(Pause while the writer reels back to avoid all the upraised hands.)

OK, you there in the blue shirt, what's your answer? … A woman? Right you are!

It's true that women do most of the dirty chores in a house. No matter how liberated we are, it's a fact that women do more housework.

Facts are funny things. You can rail and scream and fight, but facts don't change. Women do more housework.

Why? Because we like our toilets clean. We might complain about it, but we prefer clean toilets to dirty ones.

We all have household
chores that some might call "drudgery." Dishes, laundry, vacuuming,
dusting, cooking – these need to be done. Traditionally women were the
ones who did this because women took pride in a clean home.

Then women started entering the workplace. Attitudes started
changing. Women were told they were wasting their intellect by being
housewives and mothers (eeww, yuck). No, it was a far better thing to
park the kids in day care and spend eight hours a day filing briefs or
punching computer keys.

Housework and mothering became something humiliating. Women should
be ashamed to clean toilets. It's better to hire someone (another
woman, presumably) to do that lowly task for us. Women should be
ashamed to wipe baby bottoms. It's better to hire someone (another
woman, presumably) to raise our kids for us. We have careers to
conquer! Software to design! Surgeries to perform! Advertising
campaigns to plan! We don't have time to clean our homes or raise our
kids!

OK, time for a different outlook. What if – just try to wrap your
mind around this concept – what if chores can be looked at as a joyous thing in the larger picture?

What if I am not merely keeping my toilets cleaned and my dishes washed and my kids at home? What if I'm conducting a piece of performance art dedicated to creating an atmosphere of love and friendship?

Hey, presto! It works! When my dishes are done and my toilets are
clean, I am calm and happy when friends (or even strangers) stop in. We
have coffee; we relax and visit. Our kids are included (since we
homeschool), and adults and children can talk and get to know each
other better. The house smells like baking bread and simmering soup.
Try doing that in a day care or office.

Which scenario do you think your kids prefer being raised in?

Being a lowly housewife despite my educational status (master's
degree in the biological sciences) affords me an unbelievable
satisfaction. My dedication to this performance art results in an
unstressed and happy life for my family. We are moderate-to-low income,
but that's OK. Part of my performance art includes the science of
frugality and thrift.

A neighbor who takes her performance art to an even higher level
reports that visitors unfamiliar with domestic tranquility are awed. If
they are cynical of the joys of home because they were raised in day
care by career-minded parents They depart rejuvenated and burning with
a zeal to try this kind of performance art themselves.

Because – let's face it – nobody leaves their office after a hard
day's work and wishes they had a more cold and sterile environment to
come home to. No, they want the smell of baking bread and simmering
soup and a happy, welcoming family.

With one spouse making a living and the other spouse making the
living worthwhile, performance art can be a beautiful thing indeed.

There's an old story about three men moving stones. A traveler asks
the first man, "What are you doing?" The man snarls back, "What does it
look like I'm doing? I'm moving these stupid rocks around."

The traveler asks the second man what he is doing. The man shrugs
and replies, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm building a wall."

The traveler asks the third man
what he is doing. The man gives him a beatific smile, lifts up his eyes
and says, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm building a cathedral."

Because my family does so much of our living here in our home (we
have a home business as well as homeschool), we often have controlled
chaos. Our place is a fixer-upper, so you might say our "cathedral" is
perpetually under construction.

So when sheet-rock dust is falling on a doll city of blocks, and the
dogs have discovered the box of crackers left on the pantry floor, and
the cat decides he just has to hack up that hairball on a
pile of folded laundry, and the neighbor kids come pouring in asking
for hot chocolate after sledding, and the kitchen table
is piled with math books, a half-finished science project and six
encyclopedias … we try to remember all of these are blessings.

My effort at domesticity is an evolving thing. The house is not
always clean. The toilets are not always scrubbed, the floors vacuumed,
or the dishes washed. But in the grand scheme of things, I try to build
a cathedral with my performance art instead of merely piling rocks.

We all have chores. Sometimes they're irksome, tiring and dirty. Sometimes we wish we could just shove them onto someone else.

But take pride while moving your stones. They have to be moved anyway, so you may as well build a cathedral with them.

You might even say there's an art to it.

Unless you decide it's time to go out and hire an illegal!!!

Gosh, that was funny!!!

Syrius

"...the dire consequences to society when people begin to believe that by
renaming someone to erase their humanity opens the door to the
devaluation of everyone's life..."-dscott

Leon stories, what apiece of work.. gunslinger lol bye-bye..

Any unnamed exotic foreign land..great place.. USA sucks.

I've been out of this country. USA is a Great Country!

The dream business these libs come up with.. The only way they would work, is Trust funding, Grant money ( unlikely) etc. Because profit is EVIL to them..

In the business world there are only two ways to make money: Service (and) or Product.

Of course they got to give a "I'm way above you comment" of some sort ( punch time clock)

Then the attacks on the Oil, Nuk, Coal.. As if french fries will power the world...

Their dreamland = burma!

The POPE says, GOD BLESS AMERICA!!

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