Buddha v. Papa Bear

My daughter holding, literally, The Teachings of the Buddha at Goat Rope Farm.

Now and again, I read something that just cuts to the chase so well it almost defies analysis or explanation.  But it sure deserves sharing…….  

After a friend cryptically posted a lament that she could not protect her children from heartache and negativity, some well-meaning soul suggested that the Teachings of the Buddha could ease her mind.  Buddha taught that on the path to enlightenment, one inevitably encounters many trials and tribulations, but it is the manner in which one responds to those trials that leads to a higher plane and (presumably) a more enriched life.  

Great perspective.  Excellent life lesson.  Not bad advice.  Except for one little thing.  Enter, Papa Bear.  

Papa Bear proceeded to outline what had actually occurred.  A six-year-old little girl was subjected to demands to do 50 push ups by an older girl/authority figure outside of the observation of her parents.  I don’t have more details, but having a little one myself, I don’t need them.  Papa Bear’s retort to the well-meaning friend?  “Buddha can suck it.”  

Please understand I mean no disrespect to the Buddha or any other revered teacher or religious entity.  But it does have a wonderful quality when people fiercely protect their loved ones to the tune of everyone else — even deities and near such — can, well……what he said.

2 out of 3 Can Be Bad

I especially like her head.

Today we break from our regularly scheduled seriousness to capture a slice of life at the Kroger store.

“I want you.  I need you.  But there ain’t now way I’m ever gonna love you.  Don’t be sad….2 out of 3 ain’t bad.”

Well, it can be bad.  Say, when the missing #3 is, oh, I don’t know……LOVE!  I actually heard this on the radio as I was parking my car to go grocery shopping this week, and I was reminded how even as a little kid I thought, hmmmm…. this guy doesn’t seem to get it.

This was, much like a Seinfeld episode, the perfect set up for what happened next.

While chatting up a friendly fellow who was willing to take the time to talk about his motorcycle with my two year old, I learned that he and I both had daughters who were more interested in vehicles than dolls.  His daughters are now grown, he said, but he still kept all of their old Barbies in the attic.

“Oh yeah, we have some classics.  Some classics.  We even have the Princess Grace Barbie from 1959.”

Really?  Wow.  I never even knew there was one.  That must be really valuable.

“Sure is.  Very rare.  Just wish I could find the head………”

There are just some things you’re gonna need to make it all work. 

Like love.  And Princess Grace’s head.  I’m just sayin’.