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Showing posts with label 2008. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2008. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Be Afraid...Be VERY Afraid
I think the PTA is, anyway.
So, tonight, during "new business," I did mention the food thing. I wasn't ranting, and as God as my witness, I needed a good vent-it-out-fight. (More on that lovely fiasco later.)
I didn't get it.
I sat there, participating like a good little Stepford, when the opportunity to mention it came up. I was careful with my words.
But I very clearly stated that, as a parent, if I were to be told that I had to bring in veggies and 100% fruit juice, but the PTA can sponsor a party for a classroom and provide WINGS, and FRUIT PUNCH (their emphasis, not mine) I'd certainly be ignoring that little nutrition guideline. (I'm a rebel that way. *snark*)
Of course, I told 'em that I personally do not have an issue with it (my kid don't eat no stinkin' pizza anyway) but if we, as a PTA are going to set out guidelines like this, then, when making a decision on a party of any sort, the PTA should be following them.
One lone idiot said the PTA has always provided pizza parties for the kids...and I corrected him. I personally do not have a problem with pizza, wings, fruit punch, and ice cream, BUT if the PTA is providing it, the menu should read, "Pizza, veggie tray with dip, 100% fruit juice, and ice cream."
I reminded them (how basic is this concept?) that wings, no matter HOW they are prepared, are NOT a nutritious food. And fruit punch = Hawaiian Punch or Kool-Aid.
While I am enjoying my lack of invisibility, it's unnerving to sit in a room full of people you don't know and have them all suddenly get a look of dawning understanding on their faces.
Even earlier in the meeting, when I got the chance to remind them (gently and nicely *gag* of course) that NO BODY wants to feel invisible and NO BODY will come back to a meeting or volunteer for an event again if they feel unseen and unappreciated.
It's almost creepy.
My mother is predicting that I will be the PTA President next year. "I nominated, I will not run. If elected, I will not serve." Period. I'll stay in the cheap seats and tell 'em how they're doing.
So, tonight, during "new business," I did mention the food thing. I wasn't ranting, and as God as my witness, I needed a good vent-it-out-fight. (More on that lovely fiasco later.)
I didn't get it.
I sat there, participating like a good little Stepford, when the opportunity to mention it came up. I was careful with my words.
But I very clearly stated that, as a parent, if I were to be told that I had to bring in veggies and 100% fruit juice, but the PTA can sponsor a party for a classroom and provide WINGS, and FRUIT PUNCH (their emphasis, not mine) I'd certainly be ignoring that little nutrition guideline. (I'm a rebel that way. *snark*)
Of course, I told 'em that I personally do not have an issue with it (my kid don't eat no stinkin' pizza anyway) but if we, as a PTA are going to set out guidelines like this, then, when making a decision on a party of any sort, the PTA should be following them.
One lone idiot said the PTA has always provided pizza parties for the kids...and I corrected him. I personally do not have a problem with pizza, wings, fruit punch, and ice cream, BUT if the PTA is providing it, the menu should read, "Pizza, veggie tray with dip, 100% fruit juice, and ice cream."
I reminded them (how basic is this concept?) that wings, no matter HOW they are prepared, are NOT a nutritious food. And fruit punch = Hawaiian Punch or Kool-Aid.
While I am enjoying my lack of invisibility, it's unnerving to sit in a room full of people you don't know and have them all suddenly get a look of dawning understanding on their faces.
Even earlier in the meeting, when I got the chance to remind them (gently and nicely *gag* of course) that NO BODY wants to feel invisible and NO BODY will come back to a meeting or volunteer for an event again if they feel unseen and unappreciated.
It's almost creepy.
My mother is predicting that I will be the PTA President next year. "I nominated, I will not run. If elected, I will not serve." Period. I'll stay in the cheap seats and tell 'em how they're doing.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Fat Virgin
It's Christmas.
And, of course, I bought myself a new Christmas CD--one specifically for the car, because I keep forgetting to take some to the car for my listening pleasure.
It's got a rockin' good rendition of "Jingle Bells" on it. Listen to it here (because you know I can't do this techno-marvel stuff).
She really likes it. We listen to it every day on the way to school, and the on the way home.
Tonight, we listened to it twice on the way to AWANAS. Daddy was with us, and since he has a cold, he's not quite into the whole "Jingle Bells" really fast thing.
We're driving along, the song ends. She's breathless from trying to sing it. As I drive past a house that has a blo-mold nativity in it's yard, she says, "It's good they put out the fat virgin."
Since she spends a lot of her time pointing out interesting things I should be noticing, I had to ask her to repeat herself. "You know, the fat virgin of Jingle Bells. It's really fun."
Ohhhhhhh.
I'm still not ever going to look at a blo-mold nativity set the same way again.
And, of course, I bought myself a new Christmas CD--one specifically for the car, because I keep forgetting to take some to the car for my listening pleasure.
It's got a rockin' good rendition of "Jingle Bells" on it. Listen to it here (because you know I can't do this techno-marvel stuff).
She really likes it. We listen to it every day on the way to school, and the on the way home.
Tonight, we listened to it twice on the way to AWANAS. Daddy was with us, and since he has a cold, he's not quite into the whole "Jingle Bells" really fast thing.
We're driving along, the song ends. She's breathless from trying to sing it. As I drive past a house that has a blo-mold nativity in it's yard, she says, "It's good they put out the fat virgin."
Since she spends a lot of her time pointing out interesting things I should be noticing, I had to ask her to repeat herself. "You know, the fat virgin of Jingle Bells. It's really fun."
Ohhhhhhh.
I'm still not ever going to look at a blo-mold nativity set the same way again.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Testing...Testing...
So, it's been pointed out that I haven't updated about the Howler's electrocardiogram etc.
The tester at the hospital said that it would be sent to, I believe, Geisinger and would be reviewed by a pediatric cardiologist.
Our pede's office, when I called, said that the tests came back completely normal.
To clarify, I asked: Is there a murmur or not?
No murumur. Everything is normal.
Dayum. I was right about this too. I tried telling them that it was the asthma making noise in her chest that sounded like a murmur. And so it seems.
I'm not dragging her in there now, during cold-and-flu season, to talk with them about it. BUT if she does need drug in there, we will be discussing it. Bare minimum, come spring, her birthday, and her yearly checkup, we will be discussing it then, as well.
I also don't think that the singulair is such a good thing. She seems to be on it for 12-14 days then we start hearing complaints about tummy aches, headaches, she whimpers in her sleep, and she just looks drained.
I seriously think it's time to ask for her to be seen by a pediatric pulmonologist again. I hate the thought of it (especially with our crappy insurance) but there's no point to a preventative if she can't take it every day, especially during this time of year. There's also no point in her taking a medication that gives her side effects that negatively impact her life (and ours.)
In the meantime, I'm following my own advice: Follow yer gut. The doc may be a highly educated, trained professional, but I live with this small noisy girl, and I am an expert in that field.
The tester at the hospital said that it would be sent to, I believe, Geisinger and would be reviewed by a pediatric cardiologist.
Our pede's office, when I called, said that the tests came back completely normal.
To clarify, I asked: Is there a murmur or not?
No murumur. Everything is normal.
Dayum. I was right about this too. I tried telling them that it was the asthma making noise in her chest that sounded like a murmur. And so it seems.
I'm not dragging her in there now, during cold-and-flu season, to talk with them about it. BUT if she does need drug in there, we will be discussing it. Bare minimum, come spring, her birthday, and her yearly checkup, we will be discussing it then, as well.
I also don't think that the singulair is such a good thing. She seems to be on it for 12-14 days then we start hearing complaints about tummy aches, headaches, she whimpers in her sleep, and she just looks drained.
I seriously think it's time to ask for her to be seen by a pediatric pulmonologist again. I hate the thought of it (especially with our crappy insurance) but there's no point to a preventative if she can't take it every day, especially during this time of year. There's also no point in her taking a medication that gives her side effects that negatively impact her life (and ours.)
In the meantime, I'm following my own advice: Follow yer gut. The doc may be a highly educated, trained professional, but I live with this small noisy girl, and I am an expert in that field.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Why It Snowed
It's the proverbial "hell freezing over."
And I mean it.
I told the Toad that starting in January, he will begin paying rent. Not optional. I named a reasonable figure ($50/month--or $25/a pay) that doesn't EVEN come close to covering the cost of his continuing to live here.
Apparently, at the word, "RENT," he had an epiphany of his own.
He's agreed to work a few overnight shifts (still complaining about them, though.) He's shovelled the snow-covered sidewalks and brushed off my van. Without being asked. At 6:30 AM.
Be afraid. This, I fear, is one of the signs given in the Book of Revelations about the End of Time.
"It shall come to pass, that the sloth shall move quickly and exert effort on behalf of someone not-himself. He shall be helpful and respectful, and the righteous will quake with fear." Inert. 4:15
Okay, maybe not Revelations, but at least, I think, it's in Inertiates in the Apocrypha.
It also says:
"And truly I say to you, buggy things shall come forth and the stench of the whole shall cause retching in heaven, then the earth shall move and the sloth shall make himself, and his cave, clean." Inert. 7:2
and
"Yea, though I live in squalor and move not for man nor beast, I will fear the landlord. I will make ready the way of the shrew and her enforcer." Inert. 1:1
and
"In those days, the carpet shall be seen, the dust shall be pledged and his robes shall be washed in the neptune." Inert. 15:9
As you can see, there is much going on this holiday season in Mumpleland.
"And the Toaddites shall come to know peace by the power of Febreeze." Inert. 15:32
And I mean it.
I told the Toad that starting in January, he will begin paying rent. Not optional. I named a reasonable figure ($50/month--or $25/a pay) that doesn't EVEN come close to covering the cost of his continuing to live here.
Apparently, at the word, "RENT," he had an epiphany of his own.
He's agreed to work a few overnight shifts (still complaining about them, though.) He's shovelled the snow-covered sidewalks and brushed off my van. Without being asked. At 6:30 AM.
Be afraid. This, I fear, is one of the signs given in the Book of Revelations about the End of Time.
"It shall come to pass, that the sloth shall move quickly and exert effort on behalf of someone not-himself. He shall be helpful and respectful, and the righteous will quake with fear." Inert. 4:15
Okay, maybe not Revelations, but at least, I think, it's in Inertiates in the Apocrypha.
It also says:
"And truly I say to you, buggy things shall come forth and the stench of the whole shall cause retching in heaven, then the earth shall move and the sloth shall make himself, and his cave, clean." Inert. 7:2
and
"Yea, though I live in squalor and move not for man nor beast, I will fear the landlord. I will make ready the way of the shrew and her enforcer." Inert. 1:1
and
"In those days, the carpet shall be seen, the dust shall be pledged and his robes shall be washed in the neptune." Inert. 15:9
As you can see, there is much going on this holiday season in Mumpleland.
"And the Toaddites shall come to know peace by the power of Febreeze." Inert. 15:32
I Said A Bad Word
And I scared the Toad. Apparently, I have inadvertently stumbled onto the single most horrifying word he could imagine.
It inspired him to agree to work some overnights. He's been motivated to change his availability at work, in general. It's motivated him to come home from said overnight shift and shovel the sidewalks (it had snowed like the dickens that night) AND brush off my van because he knew we'd be leaving for church in a few hours.
It changed his attitude.
He cleaned his room (a whole other post in itself!)
Yeppers. Fear of God. In a word, uttered by me, in an unthreatening, unangry tone--a serious, no-holds barred, I really mean it tone, but not an angry one.
The word?
Can you guess it?
Rent.
It inspired him to agree to work some overnights. He's been motivated to change his availability at work, in general. It's motivated him to come home from said overnight shift and shovel the sidewalks (it had snowed like the dickens that night) AND brush off my van because he knew we'd be leaving for church in a few hours.
It changed his attitude.
He cleaned his room (a whole other post in itself!)
Yeppers. Fear of God. In a word, uttered by me, in an unthreatening, unangry tone--a serious, no-holds barred, I really mean it tone, but not an angry one.
The word?
Can you guess it?
Rent.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Choose Your Poison
So, I've ranted about the PTA before. Now, I've got me some serious stupidity going on...and I've GOT. TO. STOP. IT.
I don't look for this kind of thing--it finds me. (And I'm not going to mention the thing about the prez not doing what she says she'll be doing--but it's got my name on it, and so I'm the one that looks like I'm not doing it. That's a rude awakening looking to happen. WOW. I'm gonna go invisible again by spring, I'm almost sure of it.)
Anyway, the PTA and the principal have stated repeatedly, and more forcefully this year than last, that ALL snacks brought in or sent in for parties, etc, MUST. BE. HEALTHY.
This month's newsletter repeats this information in the letter from the Prez (and I'm calling her that because that's how she likes to have her *title* pronounced. OMG! Grow up!)
They're saying it nicely, but there's a tone behind it, as in "We're trying to be nice here, but we ARE going to become the Food Police soon if you all don't straighten up and follow our rules."
What I have a problem with is that they are policing the parents, parental involvement, and being critical of parental judgement, regarding food choices we make for our children.
What's got my blood pressure up is that, in the very same newsletter, there are NO LESS than 3 references to *prizes and fun things* the PTA is PROVIDING for the children that show a food hyporcracy: One class earned a party that was Domino's Pizza, WINGS, ICE CREAM, and FRUIT PUNCH. That was on the immediately next page from the message telling us to provide fruit trays, veggie trays, cheese & crackers, 100% fruit juice or water for the parties. Later in the newsletter, it tells me that there are no less than 11 classrooms that will be receiving DONUT HOLES as a prize for their parents filling in and returning to the school PTA surveys. I don't think they mean little poufs of empty air = donut holes, either.
Add this to the fact that my own Howler is buying individual serving sizes of CHEETOS, CHIPS, and FRUIT ROLL UPS. Granted, she has (on occasion *snark*) ingested these things at home and abroad, I HAVE read the contents and KNOW that HFCS, RED 40, AND fats of all shapes and sizes are in these things. Not to mention SALT. Ever read the nutritional information on BAKED Lay's Potato Chips? The things may be lower in saturated fats, but they have MORE SALT and other bad-for-you things in them than regular Lays. Even in choosing the *healthy* option, you may be saving yourself some clogged arteries, but you're risking high blood pressure and a myriad of other life-threatening things at the same time.
I don't lose sleep or make myself crazy about food. And I don't care if the school is pushing for *Healthy* because I've seen the statistics on obesity in children. But I really don't think that it's the place of the PTA to demand that I comply with the USDA Healthy Choices partyline, while they're holding donut holes on strings in front of my child to entice her to perform.
I honestly think that if the PTA can provide donut holes, wings, and fruit punch to the children in the school, they're really NOT in a position to tell me that I can't bring in brownies for a PTA sponsored party. I think the PTA needs to either put up, or shut up. They don't get to have it both ways--and now that I've got the PROOF (it's in writing the dolts.)
I think they're going to have to "Choose yer poison, and eat it too."
I don't look for this kind of thing--it finds me. (And I'm not going to mention the thing about the prez not doing what she says she'll be doing--but it's got my name on it, and so I'm the one that looks like I'm not doing it. That's a rude awakening looking to happen. WOW. I'm gonna go invisible again by spring, I'm almost sure of it.)
Anyway, the PTA and the principal have stated repeatedly, and more forcefully this year than last, that ALL snacks brought in or sent in for parties, etc, MUST. BE. HEALTHY.
This month's newsletter repeats this information in the letter from the Prez (and I'm calling her that because that's how she likes to have her *title* pronounced. OMG! Grow up!)
They're saying it nicely, but there's a tone behind it, as in "We're trying to be nice here, but we ARE going to become the Food Police soon if you all don't straighten up and follow our rules."
What I have a problem with is that they are policing the parents, parental involvement, and being critical of parental judgement, regarding food choices we make for our children.
What's got my blood pressure up is that, in the very same newsletter, there are NO LESS than 3 references to *prizes and fun things* the PTA is PROVIDING for the children that show a food hyporcracy: One class earned a party that was Domino's Pizza, WINGS, ICE CREAM, and FRUIT PUNCH. That was on the immediately next page from the message telling us to provide fruit trays, veggie trays, cheese & crackers, 100% fruit juice or water for the parties. Later in the newsletter, it tells me that there are no less than 11 classrooms that will be receiving DONUT HOLES as a prize for their parents filling in and returning to the school PTA surveys. I don't think they mean little poufs of empty air = donut holes, either.
Add this to the fact that my own Howler is buying individual serving sizes of CHEETOS, CHIPS, and FRUIT ROLL UPS. Granted, she has (on occasion *snark*) ingested these things at home and abroad, I HAVE read the contents and KNOW that HFCS, RED 40, AND fats of all shapes and sizes are in these things. Not to mention SALT. Ever read the nutritional information on BAKED Lay's Potato Chips? The things may be lower in saturated fats, but they have MORE SALT and other bad-for-you things in them than regular Lays. Even in choosing the *healthy* option, you may be saving yourself some clogged arteries, but you're risking high blood pressure and a myriad of other life-threatening things at the same time.
I don't lose sleep or make myself crazy about food. And I don't care if the school is pushing for *Healthy* because I've seen the statistics on obesity in children. But I really don't think that it's the place of the PTA to demand that I comply with the USDA Healthy Choices partyline, while they're holding donut holes on strings in front of my child to entice her to perform.
I honestly think that if the PTA can provide donut holes, wings, and fruit punch to the children in the school, they're really NOT in a position to tell me that I can't bring in brownies for a PTA sponsored party. I think the PTA needs to either put up, or shut up. They don't get to have it both ways--and now that I've got the PROOF (it's in writing the dolts.)
I think they're going to have to "Choose yer poison, and eat it too."
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Never Better
The Howler had an electrocardiogram and EKG today. The chest X-ray is old hat, considering she had one last February in the adventure that is pulmonary function testing, so it's hardly worth mentioning.
She was a trooper for the whole thing. She was nervous because she didn't know what to expect, but as soon as she started talking to Rocky (who did the cardiogram and EKG) she relaxed. He assured her that he could get her a shot "if [she] wanted one," and she, ever sassy, assured him that she did NOT want one.
He talked to her about what would happen, and showed her the stuff he would use. She warmed up when he told her that "of course" she would see the "cartoon" he would be making of her heart.
He explained everything, every step of the way. He explained what she was seeing on the screen, and he even managed to print a picture (apparently, the newer machines don't even come with that option available!) of her heart.
He explained what an aorta is, and agreed with her that it's a pretty name. He explained what the "horns" were, and listened to her tell a story or two about "a funny thing that happened at school the other day." (Don't ask me what those funny things were, I don't remember.)
She proudly carried that picture back to school today, and showed several people. She'll show it to several more tomorrow.
We should know next week what the tests show. (btw, I didn't mention it, but they DID hear a murmur two weeks ago. That's what we're checking. It's faint, and what the pede said was "grade 1, low low low" but you know, her mom really needs to know that it's "low low low" and not a big big big worry...)
Also, Mrs N gave us a message from Mrs O regarding her asthma in gym class: The change in meds is definitely helping--she hardly coughs at all during gym class now.
So, all things considered, we have quite a bit of thanks to be giving tomorrow (and every day.) If you can forgive my mushy mom moment.
She was a trooper for the whole thing. She was nervous because she didn't know what to expect, but as soon as she started talking to Rocky (who did the cardiogram and EKG) she relaxed. He assured her that he could get her a shot "if [she] wanted one," and she, ever sassy, assured him that she did NOT want one.
He talked to her about what would happen, and showed her the stuff he would use. She warmed up when he told her that "of course" she would see the "cartoon" he would be making of her heart.
He explained everything, every step of the way. He explained what she was seeing on the screen, and he even managed to print a picture (apparently, the newer machines don't even come with that option available!) of her heart.
He explained what an aorta is, and agreed with her that it's a pretty name. He explained what the "horns" were, and listened to her tell a story or two about "a funny thing that happened at school the other day." (Don't ask me what those funny things were, I don't remember.)
She proudly carried that picture back to school today, and showed several people. She'll show it to several more tomorrow.
We should know next week what the tests show. (btw, I didn't mention it, but they DID hear a murmur two weeks ago. That's what we're checking. It's faint, and what the pede said was "grade 1, low low low" but you know, her mom really needs to know that it's "low low low" and not a big big big worry...)
Also, Mrs N gave us a message from Mrs O regarding her asthma in gym class: The change in meds is definitely helping--she hardly coughs at all during gym class now.
So, all things considered, we have quite a bit of thanks to be giving tomorrow (and every day.) If you can forgive my mushy mom moment.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Christmas Carols
From the mouths of Howlers:
"Silent night, Holy Christ...."
Wait, Mommy, Daddy, that's not right, is it?
Try giving her the correct lyrics without laughing out loud.
"Silent night, Holy Christ...."
Wait, Mommy, Daddy, that's not right, is it?
Try giving her the correct lyrics without laughing out loud.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Balance
So much more of this blog is about the Howler. It makes it seem like a) I don't like the boy I spawned almost 20 years ago, and b) that he's not nearly as great to be humerous about.
He mentioned that today. Said (albeit sarcastically) that I must not love him as much. In truth, I've been trying to be less critical (as in "We're about to reach critical temperatures and will blow up in 3 minutes") of him in general, and, the most annoying (and humerous) things about him might be things he'd rather I not tell the 8 people who read this blog.
So, Toadly, get yer own blog if you decide at any later date that you want yer privacy. You're fair game as of now, and I plan on using my powers for evil. But I mean that in a good way.
First, I'd like to point out that the highly intelligent Toad decided to change his availability at work. Then, promptly began complaining (quietly, I'll give him credit for that) that he's not making as much money as he used to be.
Keeping in mind that while he's working fewer hours, he's spending more time and ever hiding in Ass Caverns. There's not as much stench, but this may simply be our nasal passages giving up in despair. It's hard to tell, really.
Second, he's taken it upon himself to purchase (with his reduced earnings) less take-out food. Apparently, the back seat and trunk of his car are now so overloaded with crumpled take-out bags that he has no where else to put the empties. Actually throwing the garbage away would be like admitting defeat, I think.
Anyway, he's buying frozen Chinese dinners for 4. He's eating them himself. The Howler asked today, "Why do you eat that stuff?" and I answered for him. Sorry, my control issues are getting the better of me lately...where was I? Oh, yeah. I answered for him, "Well, honey, it's full of good things like red 40 and high fructose corn syrup, trans fats, and other things. The stuff that's sooooo very good for his health. That's why."
He reads the package--"Hey. It does NOT have red 40 or that other stuff."
"Oh, yes, but it does."
"Wait. Yes, it does. But no RED 40!What's hydrolyzed corn gluten?"
I told him it was stuff to plug up his arteries. He countered with the idea that "Gluten is the stuff that makes bread dough stick together." in a *duh to you* kind of voice.
I reminded him, "If it makes dough stick together, what do you think it's doing to YOU?"
He stopped talking to me. That means that I won this round, too.
He mentioned that today. Said (albeit sarcastically) that I must not love him as much. In truth, I've been trying to be less critical (as in "We're about to reach critical temperatures and will blow up in 3 minutes") of him in general, and, the most annoying (and humerous) things about him might be things he'd rather I not tell the 8 people who read this blog.
So, Toadly, get yer own blog if you decide at any later date that you want yer privacy. You're fair game as of now, and I plan on using my powers for evil. But I mean that in a good way.
First, I'd like to point out that the highly intelligent Toad decided to change his availability at work. Then, promptly began complaining (quietly, I'll give him credit for that) that he's not making as much money as he used to be.
Keeping in mind that while he's working fewer hours, he's spending more time and ever hiding in Ass Caverns. There's not as much stench, but this may simply be our nasal passages giving up in despair. It's hard to tell, really.
Second, he's taken it upon himself to purchase (with his reduced earnings) less take-out food. Apparently, the back seat and trunk of his car are now so overloaded with crumpled take-out bags that he has no where else to put the empties. Actually throwing the garbage away would be like admitting defeat, I think.
Anyway, he's buying frozen Chinese dinners for 4. He's eating them himself. The Howler asked today, "Why do you eat that stuff?" and I answered for him. Sorry, my control issues are getting the better of me lately...where was I? Oh, yeah. I answered for him, "Well, honey, it's full of good things like red 40 and high fructose corn syrup, trans fats, and other things. The stuff that's sooooo very good for his health. That's why."
He reads the package--"Hey. It does NOT have red 40 or that other stuff."
"Oh, yes, but it does."
"Wait. Yes, it does. But no RED 40!
I told him it was stuff to plug up his arteries. He countered with the idea that "Gluten is the stuff that makes bread dough stick together." in a *duh to you* kind of voice.
I reminded him, "If it makes dough stick together, what do you think it's doing to YOU?"
He stopped talking to me. That means that I won this round, too.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
'Ear, 'Ear
Saw the pediatrician on Friday to check the Howler's ear.
The ear is still attached.
And it's healing well. She was disappointed that she did have to miss the soccer game on Saturday, and she wasn't happy about the shower news: no shower until Monday. (They also changed her preventative asthma meds, and hopefully, there will be no more coughing from taking it. They switched her to a non-steriodal that is actually better for her kind of asthma.)
But it's not infected (as I feared) and it's not as gross looking as it was.
There is a scab inside her ear, where it apparently was cut (or burst open) when she whacked it in the first place.
Tonight, she said it itches "inside." I had to get a Qtip and "scratch it" for her. It was gross what came out of her ear! Dried blood, damp from the bath. Ewwww.
She's fairly happy, though, because it's healing, and she has one. more. day. until she can shower.
Today, she also played in the leaves (having first helped rake them) at Auntie Em's. And she and her beloved Missy, of the Wolf Clan, got to play together practically all day.
They're writing a story. The Howler is "author girl" and Missy is "illustrator girl." It's the cutest thing to hear her talking about this story they're writing, and how it's really a play and they're going to act it out.
She literally shared her supper with Missy, and then they danced to "The Farmer in the Dell" and "Skip to My Lou" turned up to eleven. Then Dude Sr called and they went to the Wolf Den for toasted marshmallows. How cool is that?
She's about the greatest thing since sliced bread.
The ear is still attached.
And it's healing well. She was disappointed that she did have to miss the soccer game on Saturday, and she wasn't happy about the shower news: no shower until Monday. (They also changed her preventative asthma meds, and hopefully, there will be no more coughing from taking it. They switched her to a non-steriodal that is actually better for her kind of asthma.)
But it's not infected (as I feared) and it's not as gross looking as it was.
There is a scab inside her ear, where it apparently was cut (or burst open) when she whacked it in the first place.
Tonight, she said it itches "inside." I had to get a Qtip and "scratch it" for her. It was gross what came out of her ear! Dried blood, damp from the bath. Ewwww.
She's fairly happy, though, because it's healing, and she has one. more. day. until she can shower.
Today, she also played in the leaves (having first helped rake them) at Auntie Em's. And she and her beloved Missy, of the Wolf Clan, got to play together practically all day.
They're writing a story. The Howler is "author girl" and Missy is "illustrator girl." It's the cutest thing to hear her talking about this story they're writing, and how it's really a play and they're going to act it out.
She literally shared her supper with Missy, and then they danced to "The Farmer in the Dell" and "Skip to My Lou" turned up to eleven. Then Dude Sr called and they went to the Wolf Den for toasted marshmallows. How cool is that?
She's about the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful!
Yes, it's blonde, with purple *hi lites*, and it sparkles.
Oooo.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Delayed Picturification
I know I promised to post pics of the newly Hannahfied Howler, but life intervened.
Last night, right before bathtime, she spun, fell and whacked her ear. Said ear was bleeding profusely and a trip to the ER was warranted.
She was, of course, panicked at the thought of stitches, but in all honesty, the idea of the ER itself freaked her out a little bit, too.
As she so happily informs everyone who calls today to ask, "no stitches," but she did get glued.
I was proud of how well she held still, even though the sterile water was cold, and the glue burned. The worst part was where her Mumpledom showed and the one tech was, for about 10 seconds, glued TO her.
Of course, after we were home, she also quickly figured out how to milk the situation for as much ice cream, and gentle care as she could.
So, first, I present pictures of her gashed ear from last night:
And from today:
Last night, right before bathtime, she spun, fell and whacked her ear. Said ear was bleeding profusely and a trip to the ER was warranted.
She was, of course, panicked at the thought of stitches, but in all honesty, the idea of the ER itself freaked her out a little bit, too.
As she so happily informs everyone who calls today to ask, "no stitches," but she did get glued.
I was proud of how well she held still, even though the sterile water was cold, and the glue burned. The worst part was where her Mumpledom showed and the one tech was, for about 10 seconds, glued TO her.
Of course, after we were home, she also quickly figured out how to milk the situation for as much ice cream, and gentle care as she could.
So, first, I present pictures of her gashed ear from last night:
And from today:
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Hair Today...Hannah Tomorrow
So, we had to get some crap to continue to survive in our house today. And the Howler went with us. We managed to avoid the dreaded toy department, but we did have to buy her some new clothes.
Let me explain. We don't do "traditional" back-to-school clothes shopping. Mostly because the Spawn have managed to have PLENTY of clothing that fits, and is okay to wear in public when that time rolls 'round. And I'm too cheap to buy them a bunch of crap they don't need, just because they will begin spending time NOT annoying the crap out of me. I go through their dresser drawers and closet, decide what fits, and is unfit, then buy them enough to get them through until the cooler weather sets in, and I'm forced, again in so short a time, go through their clothes again and make those same decisions.
And we've hit that time again. So, today, while out-and-about, I made some selections from the girls' department. And the Howler was pleased.
Until she noticed that the cheap-o rack that held hair clips (which she is once again refusing to allow me to administer) and tights also held the dreaded Hannah Montana WIG. Not a hair piece. A WIG.
And the one she so desperately needed was the one with a "sequin headband."
It was $5.00.
And it now lives with us.
I am outspoken against things that hoochie-up little girls, and quite honestly, I wonder at my own sanity for agreeing to purchase this thing, but she wanted it, it's a dress up accessory, much the way my shoes and hair clips are, and it was cheap.
I also bought her two pairs of "animal print" leggings. She liked them; she is a wild animal; and she needed a few pairs.
Pictures of the Howler-as-Hannah to be posted tommorow.
Let me explain. We don't do "traditional" back-to-school clothes shopping. Mostly because the Spawn have managed to have PLENTY of clothing that fits, and is okay to wear in public when that time rolls 'round. And I'm too cheap to buy them a bunch of crap they don't need, just because they will begin spending time NOT annoying the crap out of me. I go through their dresser drawers and closet, decide what fits, and is unfit, then buy them enough to get them through until the cooler weather sets in, and I'm forced, again in so short a time, go through their clothes again and make those same decisions.
And we've hit that time again. So, today, while out-and-about, I made some selections from the girls' department. And the Howler was pleased.
Until she noticed that the cheap-o rack that held hair clips (which she is once again refusing to allow me to administer) and tights also held the dreaded Hannah Montana WIG. Not a hair piece. A WIG.
And the one she so desperately needed was the one with a "sequin headband."
It was $5.00.
And it now lives with us.
I am outspoken against things that hoochie-up little girls, and quite honestly, I wonder at my own sanity for agreeing to purchase this thing, but she wanted it, it's a dress up accessory, much the way my shoes and hair clips are, and it was cheap.
I also bought her two pairs of "animal print" leggings. She liked them; she is a wild animal; and she needed a few pairs.
Pictures of the Howler-as-Hannah to be posted tommorow.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Ahhh, Yes!
So, I had to be out the door for a test this morning, and my brother, "Unkajooz," kindly agreed to come over and haul the Howler to school.
I had everything ready for him, including forcing her to brush her hair (you know how cruel I am to her). She was eating breakfast, and I repeatedly said to her, "Don't give Unkajooz any crap. Just be good."
Apparently, she was very well behaved. No problems.
This one thing got him, though: When she was done eating her breakfast, she placed her spoon (but not the bowl) in the dishwasher. He asked, "Is that dishwasher safe?"
Her answer?
Wait for it.
"Yeah. I think it's pretty safe in there."
I had everything ready for him, including forcing her to brush her hair (you know how cruel I am to her). She was eating breakfast, and I repeatedly said to her, "Don't give Unkajooz any crap. Just be good."
Apparently, she was very well behaved. No problems.
This one thing got him, though: When she was done eating her breakfast, she placed her spoon (but not the bowl) in the dishwasher. He asked, "Is that dishwasher safe?"
Her answer?
Wait for it.
"Yeah. I think it's pretty safe in there."
Field Trippin'
I've been told that the Howler's class will be taking a field trip to a farm w/market this week.
Said farm is, literally spitting distance from my Aunt's house. (Actually, the farm & market are at the bottom of the big hill; my aunt lives at the top.)
The other night, the phone rang. The Howler scurried to answer it. It was my (our?) aunt. The Howler launches into playing 20 questions--all about said farm and my aunt's knowledge of it.
Then the Howler says, "Well, my class is going there on a field trip next week. Do you know what a field trip is? We're going to be AT the farm. I've already asked my teacher if we can all walk up to your house to say 'hell0' when we're done at the farm. Will you be home?"
The image of 60 rambunctious first graders gathered around my aunt's door, shouting, "Hi!" just cracks me up.
And, the Howler is about the sweetest thing for thinking that her entire class should be friendly to her aunt. One more reason my Girl is fan-flippin'-tastic.
Said farm is, literally spitting distance from my Aunt's house. (Actually, the farm & market are at the bottom of the big hill; my aunt lives at the top.)
The other night, the phone rang. The Howler scurried to answer it. It was my (our?) aunt. The Howler launches into playing 20 questions--all about said farm and my aunt's knowledge of it.
Then the Howler says, "Well, my class is going there on a field trip next week. Do you know what a field trip is? We're going to be AT the farm. I've already asked my teacher if we can all walk up to your house to say 'hell0' when we're done at the farm. Will you be home?"
The image of 60 rambunctious first graders gathered around my aunt's door, shouting, "Hi!" just cracks me up.
And, the Howler is about the sweetest thing for thinking that her entire class should be friendly to her aunt. One more reason my Girl is fan-flippin'-tastic.
OPD part 2
Have I mentioned how much my Sweetie does. NOT. like. dogs? No?
Well, we have now managed to be in some sense, part owner of Gracie. She's a beagle/barrel mix. She comes to visit us whenever she's
A) out
B) bored
C) needing a new place to poop
D) romping through OP garbage (which was, btw, set out 48 hours earlier than the company's scheduled pickup)
Of course, NONE of this makes my Sweetie happy. He complains, even when he doesn't have to pick up said poop or garbage.
I am beginning to think that if Gracie could reach the door bell and speak, though, she'd be standing on my porch, nose pressed to glass, saying, "Can the Howler come out to play?"
Well, we have now managed to be in some sense, part owner of Gracie. She's a beagle/barrel mix. She comes to visit us whenever she's
A) out
B) bored
C) needing a new place to poop
D) romping through OP garbage (which was, btw, set out 48 hours earlier than the company's scheduled pickup)
Of course, NONE of this makes my Sweetie happy. He complains, even when he doesn't have to pick up said poop or garbage.
I am beginning to think that if Gracie could reach the door bell and speak, though, she'd be standing on my porch, nose pressed to glass, saying, "Can the Howler come out to play?"
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Open House
Tonight was the rescheduled Open House.
It wasn't so bad--I mean, parking was Hell, but when isn't it?
Seriously, I insist that we get there as early as possible--which for us is about 6:06 pm (it usually runs from 6-8pm.)
Last year, I was astounded by the PTA Membership Committee's representatives--they ignored EVERY ONE except each other. They didn't even turn and look at anyone who approached their table. They had NO information to share, except with each other, and basically, I threw my check and paper with our names and contact information on the table, sighed heavily and beat my retreat.
This year, they had the Chairperson AND the Treasurer sitting at the table, chatting and being friendly with ALL comers. It was absolutely amazing to me--apparently, they HAVE heard what I've been saying. Go figure. They even talked TO me when I went up. HAH!
I ran into one of the two people who did speak to me during my invisible phase and I told her they spoke to me--where even friendly--when I paid my dues. She laughed, and I said that they've apparently gotten my message. She said she hadn't noticed a change--yet--but expected to. LOL.
I use my powers for good, not evil.
Anyway, Miss Howler is doing well--she's quiet and well behaved. You know, not anything at all like the demon seed we live with. She reads, she co operates...I assume that this will now change (she heard Mrs. N say this.)
I talked with Mrs N about the J, the Priss. They don't have contact, really, except for what they call "Flexible Groups" and the *free* time throughout the day--before and after school, lunchtime, recess if both classes are there at the same time.
She was unaware of anything, and asked what I wanted to have happen. I told her--I want my daughter to be given the information (and hopefully the encouragement to use it) to defend herself within the school's rules. I want the Priss to be given the information that what she's doing can be considered bullying, and it will be, if it continues.
My Howler is so spectacularly herself, I want to keep her that way. I want to give her the age-appropriate skills to be able to KEEP that in the future. And RIGHT NOW is when I start building that foundation. (Yes, this keeps me up some nights.) She needs to know that she does not have to be LESS in order to have friends--true friends may be few, but they are immensely more worth it than ANY ONE who would make her feel bad about herself just to make themselves feel better.
And no, it's not my mom's oversensitivity that tells me that Priss is bullying the Howler because the Howler is much more likable, easier to get along with--if you're 6, and friendlier. My Girl is Fan-Flipping-Tastic, and I'll be dammed if this little biotch takes that away from her. (I also don't want the Howler to EVER feel backed into a corner--she just may come out fighting, and God help those who backed her in there.)
I know what mistakes I made with the Toad--and I didn't always choose my battles wisely. I didn't do more when I should have, I didn't speak up sometimes....I will NOT make that mistake again. I will not.
And I will NOT have my beautiful girl damaged now by this kind of crap. I already know that she's in for a long hard haul--it's just the way the world is. I can't entirely change it, but I can work to equip my daughter with the tools and information she needs in order to thrive in it: and I'll do whatever I have to do in order to accomplish that.
And when I say "anything" I mean that quite literally.
Mrs N will begin with talking with Mrs W--Kindergarten teacher of both, my Howler and the Priss, to gather information. I also suggested that talking specifically with the girls to define what's happening AND to give them information about what they each need to do--in whatever format is considered best--I but I doubted that that a "class for everyone" about bullying will work. So, Mrs N will look into it, and move forward from there.
It wasn't so bad--I mean, parking was Hell, but when isn't it?
Seriously, I insist that we get there as early as possible--which for us is about 6:06 pm (it usually runs from 6-8pm.)
Last year, I was astounded by the PTA Membership Committee's representatives--they ignored EVERY ONE except each other. They didn't even turn and look at anyone who approached their table. They had NO information to share, except with each other, and basically, I threw my check and paper with our names and contact information on the table, sighed heavily and beat my retreat.
This year, they had the Chairperson AND the Treasurer sitting at the table, chatting and being friendly with ALL comers. It was absolutely amazing to me--apparently, they HAVE heard what I've been saying. Go figure. They even talked TO me when I went up. HAH!
I ran into one of the two people who did speak to me during my invisible phase and I told her they spoke to me--where even friendly--when I paid my dues. She laughed, and I said that they've apparently gotten my message. She said she hadn't noticed a change--yet--but expected to. LOL.
I use my powers for good, not evil.
Anyway, Miss Howler is doing well--she's quiet and well behaved. You know, not anything at all like the demon seed we live with. She reads, she co operates...I assume that this will now change (she heard Mrs. N say this.)
I talked with Mrs N about the J, the Priss. They don't have contact, really, except for what they call "Flexible Groups" and the *free* time throughout the day--before and after school, lunchtime, recess if both classes are there at the same time.
She was unaware of anything, and asked what I wanted to have happen. I told her--I want my daughter to be given the information (and hopefully the encouragement to use it) to defend herself within the school's rules. I want the Priss to be given the information that what she's doing can be considered bullying, and it will be, if it continues.
My Howler is so spectacularly herself, I want to keep her that way. I want to give her the age-appropriate skills to be able to KEEP that in the future. And RIGHT NOW is when I start building that foundation. (Yes, this keeps me up some nights.) She needs to know that she does not have to be LESS in order to have friends--true friends may be few, but they are immensely more worth it than ANY ONE who would make her feel bad about herself just to make themselves feel better.
And no, it's not my mom's oversensitivity that tells me that Priss is bullying the Howler because the Howler is much more likable, easier to get along with--if you're 6, and friendlier. My Girl is Fan-Flipping-Tastic, and I'll be dammed if this little biotch takes that away from her. (I also don't want the Howler to EVER feel backed into a corner--she just may come out fighting, and God help those who backed her in there.)
I know what mistakes I made with the Toad--and I didn't always choose my battles wisely. I didn't do more when I should have, I didn't speak up sometimes....I will NOT make that mistake again. I will not.
And I will NOT have my beautiful girl damaged now by this kind of crap. I already know that she's in for a long hard haul--it's just the way the world is. I can't entirely change it, but I can work to equip my daughter with the tools and information she needs in order to thrive in it: and I'll do whatever I have to do in order to accomplish that.
And when I say "anything" I mean that quite literally.
Mrs N will begin with talking with Mrs W--Kindergarten teacher of both, my Howler and the Priss, to gather information. I also suggested that talking specifically with the girls to define what's happening AND to give them information about what they each need to do--in whatever format is considered best--I but I doubted that that a "class for everyone" about bullying will work. So, Mrs N will look into it, and move forward from there.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The *New & Improved* PTA
So, I went to the meeting. I was, as always, well behaved.
After listening to the Prez blather for about 15 minutes, and the ensuing fun of voting for an executive board that wasn't there--3 out of 6 people nominated didn't even bother to come--I made my first suggestion.
We're a small enough group, could we go around the room and introduce ourselves?
You'd have thought I invented pre-sliced bread.
And the fun didn't end there. I got to say "no" twice!!! to being the secretary.
But that's not all I've won!
At one point, the Prez opened the floor for discussion: She wanted ideas--ANY ideas at all, that might make the PTA better.
So, after a mind-blowing five minutes of silence, I suggested:
1) Change the time to 6:30pm. It's difficult to make a 6pm meeting after work.
2) Get name tags, so that it'll be easier for us to get to know each other (and remember names!)
3) Use a "sign in" sheet, so that ANYONE who is attending their first meeting can receive a "Thanks for coming" phone call from the membership committee, with an invite to contact a specific person if needed
4) Add a full event calendar to the newsletter (I was asked to take on that albatross, too LOL)--if not for the full year, at least for 2 or 3 months. This will enable parents to plan ahead for meetings, events, volunteering, whatever. Any dates that haven't been set yet, or that can't be set yet (the end-of-year picnic can't be set until we know when the last day of school is) can be listed under it's usual month with TBA following. " *Dates and Times Subject to Change " can be added under the heading so that any changes can be made, without disturbing the natural order.
5) Send TWO reminders for the meetings--one a week before and one the week of. It will help get parents who are pressed for time, unorganized, or who need babysitting time to make plans to come.
Seriously, you'd think this was rocket science.
The Prez is a suck-up. She started a sign-up sheet going around before I was done speaking.
Oh! I dodged the secretary bullet, but did volunteer to work with another mom on a "Spring Fling." On May Day '09, we'll have a *party* to celebrate spring and the end of the annual testing. I need 372+ peat pots, dirt to fill 'em, and seeds.
While I am excellent at saying, "No" and meaning it, I am also a glutton for punishment.
After listening to the Prez blather for about 15 minutes, and the ensuing fun of voting for an executive board that wasn't there--3 out of 6 people nominated didn't even bother to come--I made my first suggestion.
We're a small enough group, could we go around the room and introduce ourselves?
You'd have thought I invented pre-sliced bread.
And the fun didn't end there. I got to say "no" twice!!! to being the secretary.
But that's not all I've won!
At one point, the Prez opened the floor for discussion: She wanted ideas--ANY ideas at all, that might make the PTA better.
So, after a mind-blowing five minutes of silence, I suggested:
1) Change the time to 6:30pm. It's difficult to make a 6pm meeting after work.
2) Get name tags, so that it'll be easier for us to get to know each other (and remember names!)
3) Use a "sign in" sheet, so that ANYONE who is attending their first meeting can receive a "Thanks for coming" phone call from the membership committee, with an invite to contact a specific person if needed
4) Add a full event calendar to the newsletter (I was asked to take on that albatross, too LOL)--if not for the full year, at least for 2 or 3 months. This will enable parents to plan ahead for meetings, events, volunteering, whatever. Any dates that haven't been set yet, or that can't be set yet (the end-of-year picnic can't be set until we know when the last day of school is) can be listed under it's usual month with TBA following. " *Dates and Times Subject to Change " can be added under the heading so that any changes can be made, without disturbing the natural order.
5) Send TWO reminders for the meetings--one a week before and one the week of. It will help get parents who are pressed for time, unorganized, or who need babysitting time to make plans to come.
Seriously, you'd think this was rocket science.
The Prez is a suck-up. She started a sign-up sheet going around before I was done speaking.
Oh! I dodged the secretary bullet, but did volunteer to work with another mom on a "Spring Fling." On May Day '09, we'll have a *party* to celebrate spring and the end of the annual testing. I need 372+ peat pots, dirt to fill 'em, and seeds.
While I am excellent at saying, "No" and meaning it, I am also a glutton for punishment.
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