This one’s kind of geeky, but it gave me a chuckle.
BS Monday September 25, 2006
BS Monday September 18, 2006
Yeah, I know, I haven’t been too consistent with this, but I’m trying. 🙂
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas September 17, 2006
It’s getting chillier here in the Northwest, the leaves are invading my backyard, the oldest is back at school, and what am I thinking of? Christmas. Or, more to the point, the Christmas gifts to be knitted. I know that I could wuss out and buy presents and family and friends would still feel loved and not be slighted by the lack of a handmade gift. It’s me. I bought two skeins of Rowan wool cotton on sale today and 2 skeins of Rowan cashsoft dk to be made into Christmas gifts. They haven’t been designated for specific people yet, they’ll probably end up tossed into the ‘reserve’ pile. But I only spent $25 on 4 skeins of Rowan (hee hee, gotta love a sale PLUS a $10 off coupon), so overall, not too shabby. Just trying to figure out how to fit it all in with PTA, La Leche League, family commitments, and keeping track of the house and family without becoming certifiable. Or maybe I should go nuts… if I could bring my needles to the nice padded room wtih me. 😉
Mother of the Year, and not in a good way September 13, 2006
Have you seen this?! Lowdown: mom smokes pot with tween-age son to reward him for doing his homework. What’s next, crack for passing the driving exam?
Okay, so maybe I’m a bit critical when it comes to things like this. I grew up in a very small town, lived with my mom and grandparents, and my mother is a nurse. I got lectured about the pitfalls of alcohol, drugs, and smoking (well, the smoking via my grandparents who were smokers), saw what happened to the kid in my class who tried to be the local underage pot dealer (can we say ‘jail’), and saw how fried a friend of the family was after many years of “mary jane” (went from graduating college with top honors for architecture to being one step above homeless). The fact that a mother would willingly give her child pot for something as small as doing his homework just really blows my mind. What happened the heck happened to society?
I realize that I have young children and things will probably be different when they’re older. And I’m not above saying that while I didn’t do drugs, I did drink underage, but I didn’t drive when I did it and I knew exactly who was around me when I did. But you won’t see me offering drugs to my kids just to pursuade them to do their homework. Summer school may suck, but it does less damage than other things out there.
I’ll get off my soapbox now.
Signs you have children September 10, 2006
1. You have permanent lego impressions on your feet from trying to walk to the bathroom.
2. Your bathroom hand towel is a semi-permanent shade of mud.
3. It’s not odd to find a matchbox car that has made it through the washer and dryer.
4. “Get off your brother” is the most common phrase used in the house.
5. The kid movie collection is coming precariously close to edging out your big people movie collection.
And the saddest sign that you have children: the untimely demise of the black sheep tape measurer that Micheala, my wonderful SP, sent me. The boys have played with both tape measurers before without harm, but evidently tonight was the night that they got a little too rambunctious and now my little baa-baa-black-sheep doesn’t retract anymore. No more boys with sheepy tape measurers.