Rants

July 19, 2008

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Overheard Post

I may or may not have overheard many amusing things this week. I can't remember.  Why can I not remember? Because I'm suffering from sleep deprivation. I've written before about how I'm normally a fantastic sleeper and fall utterly to pieces when deprived of sleep. I'd link back to those posts, but I can't in my current fog.

Why am I suffering from sleep deprivation? Because the *^%$& (&^%$$ that lives across the canyon from us (about a mile away on paved roads, a 1/3 mile across the canyon) and owns a dog that is half Shepherd/half Wolf, left the dog alone in the backyard while he went on vacation. The way this dog expresses his loneliness and displeasure is to howl from sundown to sunup. Acoustically speaking, the way our house are situated, the terrain, the fact we are situated across and up from his yard, whatever other influences there might be, the setup is ideal for making it seem like he's howling in my bedroom!

And oh! how it irritates my dogs and all the other dogs in the neighborhood. Do you remember the sort of phone tree thing the dogs in 101 Dalmatians did with barking and howling? Oh yeah. Every fricking night for 5 nights now. The owner is supposed to return  home in a week or so.'

What's even worse about this? The same thing happened last year. I filed charges with Noise Abatement, the whole 9 yards. Then I dropped the charges because he called me and was all apologetic and someone was supposed to be at the house with the dog and sob story this and sob story that. Sucker!

This time there will be no dropping of the charges. I've had 5 other neighbors file complaints (everyone is bothered; it's worse for me because our bedroom is on the 2nd story and we don't have air conditioning). My hope is that the large fine will make it so that it's cheaper to put the dog in a kennel next year. I shudder to think what I'll do if this happens again next summer.

July 17, 2008

Independence Days

I believe you can tell what personality characteristics a person values most by looking at their children's behavior and dress. We parents work hard to ensure that our kids possess those skills or talents we value most.

I came to this realization when my children were fairly young. They were often ahead of their peers in certain behaviors and I realized one day that all those behaviors were related to independence and self-sufficiency. For whatever reason (my family of origin, my personality), I think it's really important to be able to take care of oneself and not be too dependent on others.

I was never a mom to say "don't do that, you'll hurt yourself." Instead I would teach them how to do whatever it was they were wanting to do. When they were toddlers it was conquering the playground equipment, climbing to the top of the slide, learning to pump on the swing at an early age, diving off the high dive at 2+1/2. Much of what my kids did made other mothers at the playground or pool look at me like I was a freaking lunatic. But my thought was that if I didn't teach them to do it, they'd do it anyway when my back was turned and probably get hurt in the process.

I really value my reading personal time. With four kids, if I spent my time doing everything for them, that would be all I ever did. Consequently, they could all pour their own cereal and milk and make a sandwich by the time they were three. Those skills aren't really that hard--what is there to making a sandwich besides getting the bread out, squirting on some mustard, spreading it around with a butter knife, slapping a piece of turkey on it, and eating it? Of course they're not going to do quite the cleanup job I would like, but eventually they'll learn. It's not that I was lazy (in the end, redoing the cleanup job until they learned to do a good job themselves was probably more work than making the sandwich myself), I just wanted them to learn to do it themselves. That extra work I put into teaching them when they were young has paid off in spades as they've gotten older.

A big part of my teaching/parenting was based on natural consequences. If you forget your lunch, you'll go hungry. If you forget your homework, you'll get in trouble with the teacher. If you forget your permission slip, you won't go on the field trip. My kids got one rescue a year--and that started in Kindergarten. I'd bring you your lunch, your musical instrument, your homework packet, your jacket one time. After that, sorry. There have been entire years where I never took anyone anything. They learned pretty quickly to keep track of their own stuff.

Schoolwork followed the same pattern. I wasn't the one going to school--they were. After 3rd grade I didn't even ask if they had homework; I assumed they would know if they did and they would do it. Our home environment was conducive to taking care of business--no TV or video games during the week, ready availability of poster board and other school supplies at all time, but it was their responsibility to keep track of what they needed to do. There have been "F's" on assignments (usually in the elementary grades) and Danger Boy had to make up his first semester of Physics this year in an after school class. He ended his freshman year with a 3.67 though, with no help from his parents whatsoever. Two of my kids have gotten into the colleges of their choice without any involvement on my part (if you don't count the tens of thousands of dollars and the looking at schools).

Chores, both paid and unpaid, have always been important. Everyone in my house, boys and girls, knows how to clean a house--from toilets to baseboards to the inside of the microwave. I have had friends who say their kids don't have time for chores. If I had to choose between giving my kids the opportunity to do chores or to play a sport, I'd pick the chores. Luckily, we've found there's plenty of time for both. The same goes for jobs. They need them to pay for their own gas and entertainment. To those who say their kids don't have time, I say ask yourself this question, "Do they have time to surf the 'net, text their friends, and watch TV?" I rest my case.

This is not to say that all is smooth sailing, I think we frequently have more dissension than families where the parents don't expect the kids to do things on their own. Our kids have been known to  grumble and moan. We have been known to grumble and moan. But, and this is a big but, I know that when they are on their own they will be able to get up on time, work hard at college and/or a job, and clean a house, all without any help.

Grown-up Girl and MVP are both mature enough now to let us know they appreciate that they are way more self-sufficient than almost all of their peers.

Back to the beginning and what you know about parents from the way their kids behave; these are some things I've observed: If your child is dressed in a mishmash of colors and their hair is wild, you probably value creativity and disdain conformity. If you do everything for your child and prefer him or her not to be too independent, you may have had to grow up too fast yourself and don't want that for your child. If your child is wearing the haircut you deem appropriate, rather than the one he/she wants, you probably value conformity highly. I myself can let the hair slide, but don't do mismatched clothes.

I'm not saying anyone's way is more valid than the others (well, I do actually have some opinions in that arena, but . . . ), I just find all this a very interesting sociological observation. What is the one thing you are most intent on teaching your children?

July 15, 2008

Things That Make Me Go "Huh?

So I was at this lovely party Sunday night. We were under a pop-up tent at a concert in the park; our neighbors had set out a beautiful spread of hor'dourves with plenty of wine and beer (well, maybe not quite enough beer--they didn't know I was going to drink as much as I did!). The following conversation took place when I was on my first beer. Upon sober reflection, it may be the reason I drank the next few.

Very Well-Off Woman and I are surveying the spread--mixed, grilled vegetables on a pie crust spread with cream cheese and Boursin. Melon wrapped in Prosciutto, luscious red and green grapes and Brie, peppers stuffed with cream cheese and topped with pine nuts. Buffalo mozarella topped with slices of tomato and basil and drizzled with olive oil. All delicious, all beautifully presented.

I comment on how fantastic it all tastes, but admit to a bit of guilt since I've just finished reading Barbara Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Very Well-Off Woman isn't familiar with the book, so I give a brief synopsis. Transporting our food from far-off places = not efficient, big carbon footprint. Eating locally grown produce in season = better for the environment. I mention that I found it ironic that I purchased the book at Costco at the same time I bought a Chilean pineapple, Ecuadoran bananas, and Mexican avocados.

She looked at me incredulously. "You don't really feel guilty about buying pineapple because of it's 'carbon footprint'?"

"Yes, I do. I think I should do a better job eating locally. I'm going to join Bee-Wise ranch cooperative again. I quit because I didn't always like the vegetables, but I should just cook what's in season, not simply what I have a taste for."

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. This world's been around a long time and there's nothing we're doing that's going to change that. I say eat whatever you want regardless of where it comes from. Life's too short to worry about stuff like this."

Huh? I'm guessing she thinks the Kyoto Protocol is a bunch of hogwash. I'm also assuming she won't be giving up her Lincoln Navigator anytime soon.

You can see why I had to have another drink, right?

July 14, 2008

Universal Health Care Why?

I spent several hours on a morning last week in a venue that provided some stellar people watching. My nephew, Gangsta Boy, was born with a congenital birth defect (cleft palate, bilateral cleft lip, premaxilla) that requires ongoing and expensive medical treatment. Right now his dad is without a job. We all know that no job = no health insurance. So we were navigating the necessary bureaucracy to get him some medical coverage. I'm sure you can picture the fun.

Anyway, seated a few chairs a way, was an attractive, young, blonde woman. About 26, very pretty, shiny ponytail. Her cell phone rang and I overheard the following conversation. I don't have it verbatim, but it went something like this.

"Well, that's not the only thing that happened. My daughter fell off the slide at the park and broke her front teeth. It was $600. Yep, after the $300 last week for her ear infection. So I think I'm going to marry this guy. He's military. He's not that cute and he's not really my type. But he is nice and it's great insurance."

April 29, 2008

Food Products that Herald the Decline of Western Civilization . . .

1. Smucker's Uncrustables

uncrustable 

'Cause making a pb & j is soooo time-consuming. And then if you factor in cutting off the crust . . .

2. Kraft Easy Mac Cups

easy mac

Honestly, I thought regular boxed Kraft Macaroni-n-Cheese was pretty darn easy. Then they came up with Easy Mac. What could be easier than that? Apparently having to get your own bowl out of the cupboard was just too damn hard.

3. Cereal Straws

cerealstraws 

I know I'm constantly on the lookout for a an easier, more effective sugar delivery system for my kids. Thanks for this one.

4. Batter Blaster

batterblaster

Again . . . pouring Bisquick and water into a bowl and stirring--who on earth has the time or skills needed for that?

I'm sure there are more; what's your favorite?

April 25, 2008

In Which I Flashback To When I Had Time To Flashback

flashback 

I used to be "just a SAHM." And I was busy--driving, volunteering, cooking, laundry, you all know the drill. Plus, I had a part-time (very part-time, about 5-8 hours a week) job.

Then I went back to school full-time (and continued to do the above).

The I started Field Practicum where I student-teach one day a week (and continued to do the above).

Then I started a blog (and continued to do the above).

Then it was finals and term-paper crunch time (and I'm not sure I can continue to do the above).

So something may have to give--today it's the blog. Tomorrow, who knows?

April 24, 2008

Uncle Sam Wants Who?

Big Red will be turning 18 in a couple of weeks, so he received this in the mail:

selectiveservice 

Okay, his card isn't quite that large, but you get the picture.

Selective Service Registration

WHO MUST REGISTER
Almost all male U.S. citizens, and male aliens living in the U.S., who are 18 through 25, are required to register with Selective Service. It's important to know that even though he is registered, a man will not automatically be inducted into the military. In a crisis requiring a draft, men would be called in sequence determined by random lottery number and year of birth. Then, they would be examined for mental, physical and moral fitness by the military before being deferred or exempted from military service or inducted into the Armed Forces.

Guess what Grown-up Girl did not get for her 18th birthday? You guessed it--no mandatory Selective Service Registration for her.

Without going into what I think about SSR as a matter of policy, or the odds that we'll ever have a draft again, or my views on war in general, I have to note that only males are required to register. And that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to me.

I am a feminist. I happen to be a feminist who has spent my adult life fulfilling a very traditional role, that of stay-at-home-mom and homemaker, but I am a feminist. And as such, I believe that women are capable of doing any job a man can do and deserve every opportunity men have.

If a woman deserves the same rights and opportunities as a man, does it not follow that she should have the same responsibilities? I believe it does. I can't think of a single reason that my son should be expected and possibly ordered to serve his country, but my daughter should not.

I have discussed this with mothers "in real life." What I find is that mothers of only girls are appalled at the idea. Mothers of only boys have never really considered the idea. And mothers who have both boys and girls may be surprised by the idea, but they concede that it does make sense that equal rights should also entail equal responsibilities.

Personally, the idea of any of my children going to war terrifies me. It would be worse if they went because of a draft rather than having entered the military voluntarily. I just can't imagine thinking that it would be acceptable that only our sons bear this burden.

After all, we've come a long way, baby--and sometimes, along with the upside, there's a downside.

April 01, 2008

The Monkey On My Back

All morning I paced by the door. Finally I had to take a nap. Last night's caffeine-fueled blogging session had left me wrung out and exhausted. An hour later I woke with a start; what if the delivery needed to signed for? What had I been thinking? I stumbled downstairs, approaching the door with a mixture of hope and trepidation. I opened it a crack, just enough to see the DHL box on the mat. I snatched it up greedily and scanned the return label. Dell!

I brought the box to the kitchen counter and cut the tape with trembling hands. Inside, nestled in a foam sheet, lay the new power cord. I unwrapped it with all the coordination and anticipation of a junkie tying the rubber cord around her arm with her teeth. It wasn't until I plugged the brick into the power cord, the power cord into the wall, and the whole thing into my laptop, and saw the green light glow when I pushed the power button that I was able to slow my ragged, shallow breathing.

My dealer came through for me. And just in time. Problem? I don't got no stinkin' problem!

The price of a 6 foot power cord for a Dell Inspiron E1405 with next day delivery? $88.43

Having a 6 foot power cord for a Dell Inspiron E1405? PRICELESS!

March 16, 2008

One Blog, No Blog

This Blog was gone but now is back

My technical skills were under attack

 

But my loyal pals did reassure

They said my format still was pure

 

Seussian pentameter Manic Mommy did suggest

So I reassure you at her behest

 

The problems seems to be resolved

Now that my changes are dissolved

We Interrupt This Blog . . .

I have zero idea what you are seeing when you look at this blog. Apparently, I read just enough of the TypePad help section on custom layouts to make myself a danger to myself and my blog. Right now, I just want it back the way it was until I have 9,000 hours of free time to devote to getting it to look the way I want. If anyone out there is a TypePad expert and wants to lend a (metaphoric) hand . . .