Its the eeeennnnddd of the woooorrrrrlllldddd as we know it - and I feeeeel ffiiiiinnnnnnnneeeeeee!!!
Didn't stop me from trying to eat my weight in buffalo wings last night.
Calories on Apocalypse Eve don't count. Right?
Friday, December 21, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Why give them what they want?
We have all heard all about the shooting in Connecticut.
It is horrible and disgusting.
But we all know that. We have all heard for 3 days now about the evil that had taken place. We have heard in detail about the shooter, the victims, the weapons, and a whole lot of speculation. We have heard all sorts of debates about school safety, gun control, mental illness and even prayer in school. I am not going to talk about any of that - because if I have to hear any more about any of it I will scream.
We keep wondering why these kinds of things happen. I think that reason is simple. There is a crazy, evil person who wants others to hurt like he hurts - and so he decides to go after those who are innocent. He does it because after all is said and done - he will be gone and the whole world will know his name.
Think about it. All of the big shootings in my lifetime - Columbine, Virginia Tech, Gabby Giffords, Aurora CO, and now Sandy Hook Elementary - I could tell you the names of the murderer. I know their basic stories, who they were, where they were raised - and what they did that day. You know what I couldn't tell you? A single name of a victim. Not one. I have no idea who the poor people were who were gunned down. I don't know who and what they left behind.
This is what the killers want. They want the world to know them. They are going to die anyway - so they may as well go out with a bang.
I think we could take away a lot of the incentive for these types of crimes if the media vowed to never mention the killers. I will not type a single one of their names here. I won't wonder why they did what they did. I don't care. I don't want to know.
The coverage from Connecticut has been pretty much non-stop since Friday morning. We have been hearing more and more about this murderer. Neighbors, friends and family have been interviewed. His mental illness is being debated. His picture is being splashed all over - and some equally sick fucks are setting up fake social media accounts and pretending to be the killer.
This is because the media -and really our society as a whole - glorifies these sick people. Now, some equally disturbed person is watching and thinking "I could do this. Then everyone would know my story. Then they would have to listen."
If we didn't give the killer that attention - the incentive is gone. They may as well blow out their brains in their car on some dirt road - makes no to difference to the world. Their miserable little lives would end with all the dignity they deserve - none.
I think, as a society - we need to really step back and check ourselves here. We need to look at the message that we are sending out to those who have this kind of hate in their heart. We need to start asking questions about the victims, and change the channel when the killer is mentioned. The press needs to never show his picture or speak his name.Stop sensationalizing this kind of violence. Then all the glory is gone. I understand the drive to rationalize something like this - but that is impossible. This is not a rational person or a rational act - so that is a fruitless action. Our energy should be spent rallying around those who were harmed and lost loved ones. The disgusting piece of waste who caused all of this hurt should be given all the thought that he gave the rest of us - and that is absolutely fucking zero.
It is horrible and disgusting.
But we all know that. We have all heard for 3 days now about the evil that had taken place. We have heard in detail about the shooter, the victims, the weapons, and a whole lot of speculation. We have heard all sorts of debates about school safety, gun control, mental illness and even prayer in school. I am not going to talk about any of that - because if I have to hear any more about any of it I will scream.
We keep wondering why these kinds of things happen. I think that reason is simple. There is a crazy, evil person who wants others to hurt like he hurts - and so he decides to go after those who are innocent. He does it because after all is said and done - he will be gone and the whole world will know his name.
Think about it. All of the big shootings in my lifetime - Columbine, Virginia Tech, Gabby Giffords, Aurora CO, and now Sandy Hook Elementary - I could tell you the names of the murderer. I know their basic stories, who they were, where they were raised - and what they did that day. You know what I couldn't tell you? A single name of a victim. Not one. I have no idea who the poor people were who were gunned down. I don't know who and what they left behind.
This is what the killers want. They want the world to know them. They are going to die anyway - so they may as well go out with a bang.
I think we could take away a lot of the incentive for these types of crimes if the media vowed to never mention the killers. I will not type a single one of their names here. I won't wonder why they did what they did. I don't care. I don't want to know.
The coverage from Connecticut has been pretty much non-stop since Friday morning. We have been hearing more and more about this murderer. Neighbors, friends and family have been interviewed. His mental illness is being debated. His picture is being splashed all over - and some equally sick fucks are setting up fake social media accounts and pretending to be the killer.
This is because the media -and really our society as a whole - glorifies these sick people. Now, some equally disturbed person is watching and thinking "I could do this. Then everyone would know my story. Then they would have to listen."
If we didn't give the killer that attention - the incentive is gone. They may as well blow out their brains in their car on some dirt road - makes no to difference to the world. Their miserable little lives would end with all the dignity they deserve - none.
I think, as a society - we need to really step back and check ourselves here. We need to look at the message that we are sending out to those who have this kind of hate in their heart. We need to start asking questions about the victims, and change the channel when the killer is mentioned. The press needs to never show his picture or speak his name.Stop sensationalizing this kind of violence. Then all the glory is gone. I understand the drive to rationalize something like this - but that is impossible. This is not a rational person or a rational act - so that is a fruitless action. Our energy should be spent rallying around those who were harmed and lost loved ones. The disgusting piece of waste who caused all of this hurt should be given all the thought that he gave the rest of us - and that is absolutely fucking zero.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
The Sod House and Clay Ring
My little sister just graduated from college this week. YAY KATE!
We had a fantastic time at the party. She was sweet and happy and I am so proud that she had this incredible accomplishment.
In the interest of full disclosure though, Kate is a hippie. Seriously. She doesn't shave, she makes her own soaps and deodorants, she grows a lot of her own food, wears sweaters made from alpaca - you name it. She is a bona-fide hippie. The older she gets the more mellow she becomes, but its still a pretty funny.
So the gang that was at the party was...interesting. Lots of body odor. Not much hair on the women's heads- but lots on their legs. Dreadlocks everywhere. A few Mario brothers looking hats and mustaches - some festooned with feathers.
The kicker for me was a girl that my sister has been friends with since they were little. I am more than 5 years older than Kate - so I have lots of memories from when her friends and her were like 10. This girl was so sweet (which she still seems to be), so cute, and just a normal bubbly kid.
She now has a practically shaved head and tells me that she and her fiance want to head out to San Francisco (of course) and live in a sod house. Hmmm....I wasn't aware that the major metropolitan area would have a lot of untouched land to make a house out of dirt. Not only that - but can you afford the millions that land would go for? And what about building codes? I am a little confused.
But then - THEN - she busts out her engagement ring. Her fiance is a potter (of course) and he made her ring. Which is a lovely idea...but its made of hemp rope, clay, and an arrowhead. Quite the sign of everlasting love - you know? Just don't get it wet!!! Its like the gremlin of engagment rings.
AND THEN - she drops the bomb that made my night. "Well - I work in a daycare - and I can't wear my ring to work because I am afraid that it would CUT A BABY."
Yup.
Let that sink it.
Read it again.
You are welcome.
Awww, Kate. You never disappoint.
We had a fantastic time at the party. She was sweet and happy and I am so proud that she had this incredible accomplishment.
In the interest of full disclosure though, Kate is a hippie. Seriously. She doesn't shave, she makes her own soaps and deodorants, she grows a lot of her own food, wears sweaters made from alpaca - you name it. She is a bona-fide hippie. The older she gets the more mellow she becomes, but its still a pretty funny.
So the gang that was at the party was...interesting. Lots of body odor. Not much hair on the women's heads- but lots on their legs. Dreadlocks everywhere. A few Mario brothers looking hats and mustaches - some festooned with feathers.
The kicker for me was a girl that my sister has been friends with since they were little. I am more than 5 years older than Kate - so I have lots of memories from when her friends and her were like 10. This girl was so sweet (which she still seems to be), so cute, and just a normal bubbly kid.
She now has a practically shaved head and tells me that she and her fiance want to head out to San Francisco (of course) and live in a sod house. Hmmm....I wasn't aware that the major metropolitan area would have a lot of untouched land to make a house out of dirt. Not only that - but can you afford the millions that land would go for? And what about building codes? I am a little confused.
But then - THEN - she busts out her engagement ring. Her fiance is a potter (of course) and he made her ring. Which is a lovely idea...but its made of hemp rope, clay, and an arrowhead. Quite the sign of everlasting love - you know? Just don't get it wet!!! Its like the gremlin of engagment rings.
AND THEN - she drops the bomb that made my night. "Well - I work in a daycare - and I can't wear my ring to work because I am afraid that it would CUT A BABY."
Yup.
Let that sink it.
Read it again.
You are welcome.
Awww, Kate. You never disappoint.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
I'm a MEAN lame-o-mom
TJ is the only person in my life who knows that I write this blog.
I wasn't sure that I wanted anyone to know, but as the only time I really have to sit and write uninterrupted is when Pants is sleeping, he figured it out. He is too smart.
Anyway, he has it set up to get a little email when I post - and he read yesterday's post. The woman that I referenced in the post is someone who is nice, and who I know on a very limited basis outside of the library.
I was apparently "mean" about her yesterday.
Ummm....yeah? I mean - I don't use a person's real name, I didn't name the town we live in and the name of the library or the program that would give anything away. And one more thing....NO ONE READS MY BLOG!!!
So maybe I was mean. I don't think I was. I think I was venting about the pressure that a mom faces from other moms when we should be getting support - and I was using a real life anecdote to illustrate my point.
Even if I was mean...so? Isn't that the point of a personal blog on the internet? I get to work the crankies out so that I am still a pleasant person in real life. Hopefully.
TJ - watch your back. I may be mean to you next. Mwua hahahahaha.
(Love you)
I wasn't sure that I wanted anyone to know, but as the only time I really have to sit and write uninterrupted is when Pants is sleeping, he figured it out. He is too smart.
Anyway, he has it set up to get a little email when I post - and he read yesterday's post. The woman that I referenced in the post is someone who is nice, and who I know on a very limited basis outside of the library.
I was apparently "mean" about her yesterday.
Ummm....yeah? I mean - I don't use a person's real name, I didn't name the town we live in and the name of the library or the program that would give anything away. And one more thing....NO ONE READS MY BLOG!!!
So maybe I was mean. I don't think I was. I think I was venting about the pressure that a mom faces from other moms when we should be getting support - and I was using a real life anecdote to illustrate my point.
Even if I was mean...so? Isn't that the point of a personal blog on the internet? I get to work the crankies out so that I am still a pleasant person in real life. Hopefully.
TJ - watch your back. I may be mean to you next. Mwua hahahahaha.
(Love you)
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I'm a lame-o mom...
Apparently.
Pants and I hit up our public library on Wednesdays. We have a baby story-time that we go to, do rhymes, stories, puppets and play with other babies.
We have lots of fun. Its nice to interact with other women who are in a similar situation, and its SO CUTE watching Pants run and play with the other kids. All the babies are under two, so its freaking adorable.
That said - I was saying to another mom how it is nice to get out of the house and have others to play with. She immediately launched into all the things that her and her son do - parents as teachers, MOPS, a get-together group, and on and on and on. She offers to hook me up with all these groups, which is nice - but...
That sounds like a lot of work. That sounds like something just about every day. Most of this stuff isn't free - and one of the things is someone coming to our house, doing fluoride treatments on his teeth - and checking his milestones. Ummmm isn't that what my pediatrician does? And isn't there fluoride in the water? I guess I'm not understanding the reason to have duplicates here...and pay for it. When I already pay for it once.
I guess I looked skeptical - because it was immediately "Oh - no - its wonderful! They give you these wonderful exercises and learning activities that you can do! They make it so you have lots of ideas for activities!"
OK - maybe this is me being a dense - but why is playing with my son not enough of an activity? We read books, play with toys, puzzles, dance, sing, talk about whatever I am doing, point out colors, shapes, count - and just be silly all day. Am I nuts? Am I stupid and too easily entertained? I think my baby is a freaking genius, and my doctor is thrilled with him, so I don't think I am messing up too much. We have plenty to do with errands and things.
I would like to do a few activities a month - I want him to meet other kids and be outgoing and have friends - but I get SO tired of the sancti-mommies. I can't handle the constant competition. I can't take having to have something schedules that is educational and meaningful every second of every day. I want time just be BE with my baby. That's it...watching him figure out a toy, watching him whisper when he thinks he is being sneaky. Just being together. Plus - when he gets a little older - I hate to think that we have raised our kids to that every moment of every day has a plan or they don't know what to do with themselves.
I do what to make memories - but when I do a special project or something, I want it to be just that - SPECIAL! I don't want every day to have to out-do the day before. What freaking pressure.
Pants and I hit up our public library on Wednesdays. We have a baby story-time that we go to, do rhymes, stories, puppets and play with other babies.
We have lots of fun. Its nice to interact with other women who are in a similar situation, and its SO CUTE watching Pants run and play with the other kids. All the babies are under two, so its freaking adorable.
That said - I was saying to another mom how it is nice to get out of the house and have others to play with. She immediately launched into all the things that her and her son do - parents as teachers, MOPS, a get-together group, and on and on and on. She offers to hook me up with all these groups, which is nice - but...
That sounds like a lot of work. That sounds like something just about every day. Most of this stuff isn't free - and one of the things is someone coming to our house, doing fluoride treatments on his teeth - and checking his milestones. Ummmm isn't that what my pediatrician does? And isn't there fluoride in the water? I guess I'm not understanding the reason to have duplicates here...and pay for it. When I already pay for it once.
I guess I looked skeptical - because it was immediately "Oh - no - its wonderful! They give you these wonderful exercises and learning activities that you can do! They make it so you have lots of ideas for activities!"
OK - maybe this is me being a dense - but why is playing with my son not enough of an activity? We read books, play with toys, puzzles, dance, sing, talk about whatever I am doing, point out colors, shapes, count - and just be silly all day. Am I nuts? Am I stupid and too easily entertained? I think my baby is a freaking genius, and my doctor is thrilled with him, so I don't think I am messing up too much. We have plenty to do with errands and things.
I would like to do a few activities a month - I want him to meet other kids and be outgoing and have friends - but I get SO tired of the sancti-mommies. I can't handle the constant competition. I can't take having to have something schedules that is educational and meaningful every second of every day. I want time just be BE with my baby. That's it...watching him figure out a toy, watching him whisper when he thinks he is being sneaky. Just being together. Plus - when he gets a little older - I hate to think that we have raised our kids to that every moment of every day has a plan or they don't know what to do with themselves.
I do what to make memories - but when I do a special project or something, I want it to be just that - SPECIAL! I don't want every day to have to out-do the day before. What freaking pressure.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Blogging failure!
Wow - I suck as a blogger.
I keep two blogs. This one - and a private one that I keep mushy family memories that I don't really want everyone to have access too. Plus when I read other blogs about moms gushing over their little darling it makes me cranky - because really - no one cares but them. So I refuse to be one of those people.
I update that one more than this one. Whoops.
And every time I log on - blogger dashboard has this thing at the top about the stats page - and that blog has tons of views. Neither of mine have any views in the last month. Makes me feel bad. And seeing how the other one is private - maybe I should actually write down some of my snarky thoughts and THEN I'll be allowed to whine when no one reads me.
To bring you back up to speed.
Still broke.
Still not pregnant. Still not trying not to be pregnant.
We now have to give Pants a dime every time we cuss. Well - we keep track and have to give him a dollar when we get to a buck. To my horror - I hit a dollar WAY before TJ. I was SURE he had the bigger potty mouth. But, I haven't been venting on here - so I guess it had to go somewhere.
That is my super exciting life. Whheeeee.
Oh - I met a kid with the name Omnlee. Or Ohmleigh. Either way - what in the actual fuck??
I keep two blogs. This one - and a private one that I keep mushy family memories that I don't really want everyone to have access too. Plus when I read other blogs about moms gushing over their little darling it makes me cranky - because really - no one cares but them. So I refuse to be one of those people.
I update that one more than this one. Whoops.
And every time I log on - blogger dashboard has this thing at the top about the stats page - and that blog has tons of views. Neither of mine have any views in the last month. Makes me feel bad. And seeing how the other one is private - maybe I should actually write down some of my snarky thoughts and THEN I'll be allowed to whine when no one reads me.
To bring you back up to speed.
Still broke.
Still not pregnant. Still not trying not to be pregnant.
We now have to give Pants a dime every time we cuss. Well - we keep track and have to give him a dollar when we get to a buck. To my horror - I hit a dollar WAY before TJ. I was SURE he had the bigger potty mouth. But, I haven't been venting on here - so I guess it had to go somewhere.
That is my super exciting life. Whheeeee.
Oh - I met a kid with the name Omnlee. Or Ohmleigh. Either way - what in the actual fuck??
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