Posted On July 31, 2008

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Change always seems to come when we least expect it and when we are least ready for it.  Atleast that has been my experience.  Just when I get comfortable something comes along to change my life.  Some of the change has been for good and others not so good but, most of the time it is out of no where.

My friend, who happens to be Bear’s sister, has a huge decision to make, one that could change her life.  She has been a licensed day care provider out of her home for the past 7 years.  Lately, she has been feeling burnt out and has been struggling to maintain interest and energy for her job.  So, when she saw an add in the paper for a Head Start teacher on an Indian reservation, she decided to send out her resume.  She just earned her associate’s degree in Early childhood education last spring and it was one of the requirements for the job.  She got an interview and nailed it! 

The problem is that most of the kids that she will deal with are considered at risk.  Mostly because they live in a rural area and there is a lot of alcoholism.  She also has very strong Christian beliefs and is worried about stepping on the toes of Indian parents or if the beliefs will make it hard for her to relate to them.  There is a lot of racism and bad feelings between the Indians and Non-Indians in the area.

She was offered the job which would be a huge change for her.  First, she will have to deal with a 20 minute commute which she hasn’t done in over 7 years.  She will have to leave her “kids” behind that she has helped to raise for years.  One of the job requirements was that she complete her bachelor’s degree in education by 2013.  She can do it online and take one or two classes a semester with no problem.

Change can be so scary but I think it is a wonderful opportunity for her.  I think she can do some real good and when she completes her degree she will be able to do anything that she wants.  I asked her permission to blog about this, because I wanted to know what everyone else had to say about this.  I promised to pass all comments on to her, so please, chime in!


Update: She has set things up so that she can spend the day in the classroom observing on Monday.  So, she will be able to make an informed decision. 

Also, I made a bad assumption.  She does not have any religion anxieties.  (I would, but that is just me.)  She feels that she can share of herseld without ever preaching or bringing the subject up

Rant Mode – Engaged!

Posted On July 30, 2008

Filed under life, rant, self

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Internet, I am really frustrated today.  I have had too much B.S. in 24 hours and I can’t take anymore!  The following is a list of things that have gotten under my skin today.  This not an exclusive list, just the top of the list of garbage.


1) People who argue just to prove how smart they are.  — For those of you who don’t know, I work in the computer industry.  I work mostly on servers for e-mail and file shares and do a lot of security related work.  And I have to tell you, computer dorks are always trying to prove how smart they are.  They will argue with you if they think they are right in any stretch of the imagination just so that they can be right.  Bear and I have a theory about this…  “Computer dorks have to prove how smart they are because it is all they have ever had going for them.”  Of course, this does not apply to everyone but mostly to the truly geeky ones that have spent their entire lives trying to find a way to one-up the jocks that picked on them in high school.


2) My brand new coffee maker out of the box dumps gallons of water all over my counter.  — Coffee is the proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy…  or was that beer?  Either way, I got a new Pods coffee maker and it started spewing water all over the counter from the bottom.  Seriously, cold water was pouring all over my counter and soaked through three towels and the owners manual.  And yes, I did assemble it correctly!  So, I will be listening to elevator music tonight while I am on hold waiting to talk to a representative to answer the phone.


3) People who bully others to get their way. –I am not talking about school yard bullies.  I am talking about adults who use their positions or connections to force others to do what they want.  I know everyone has had to deal with this sort of person at some point in their lives.  These people are just out in force lately. 


4) Parents who would rather demean their children for their mistakes than offer praise for their accomplishments. –I see this way too often.  Parents demeaning their children for missing a goal in a game.  Parents asking their children, “Are you stupid or something?” when they get a bad grade.  And far too often in restaurants I hear, “Don’t order dessert, you are fat enough already.”  Why is it so hard for these people to say nice things?  I think I will never know but is doesn’t stop me from wanting to smack the living hell right out of these people.


5) Veterans of the Iraqi War who drive Honda Civics while proudly displaying their veterans status. –I seriously saw this on the commute in this morning.  He had a Iraq War Veteran plate frame and bumper sticker and a Persian Gulf Veteran license plate.  So, what, dude, its okay to fight and die for this country but it is not okay to support our country economically?  I can’t believe a guy would do that in the freaking MOTORCITY, Detroit, MI!  WTF?  Are we seriously that messed up?  He pretty much had a sign on his car, will give blood for the USA but not my money.  Don’t get me wrong, I support soldiers and what they do for us.  I have family that fought in the Iraq War but, come on!  Buy American for the love of the USA!


6) A sink full of dirty dishes and a house full of clutter. –Where does all the time go?  I feel like I can never stay on top of the household chores, work and everything else.  I have vowed to myself to start taking better care of things and no long suffer from what Bear calls “Buckshot Bills”.  I tend to leave all the bills in various piles around the house.  I am going to get organized and try really damn hard to keep it that way.  At work, I have the cleanest desk in the whole department, but I can’t keep my house clutter free?!  Time to fix that!


7) People who skip doing things because they are difficult and then try to get someone else to do the things for them. –I see this a lot at work but its not just there.  For some reason, whenever I think of people that do this, I ge the stereo-typical valley girl voice going off in my head. “Like, OH MY GOD, this might take some actual work and like, more then like, 2 seconds.  I hope I can get someone else to, like do it for me!”  This is probably my biggest pet-peiv.  People know I am hard worker at home and at work so they try to get me to do things so that they don’t have to.  (The girls and Bear do not do this to me, but there are others in my personal life that do.)


8 ) Getting a migraine because a 1 hour meeting ran all the way through lunch for a total of 2 1/2 hours.  –This seems to happen a lot at work lately.  And if you have never had a migraine, its like having someone run your head over with a train.  I get them alot this time of year so a meal being late is like tempting fate.  Of course, you can’t leave the meeting because something important might happen… 


9) Lastly, wordpress was being mean today.  It ate this post three times before I could publish it.  Grr!!!  Also, number 8 turned into a stupid smiley… by adding 8 next to ).  8) <— this is not the reaction to a migraine!!

Internet, if you can’t fix my problems, as least tou give me YouTube, where I can watch people’s heads explode.

Who is my pretty girl?

Posted On July 29, 2008

Filed under family, life, parenting, self

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I was reading thisarticle today… and it really made me think.  How often do parents make an off-handed comment and cause their kids to doubt themselves?  How often do they do it on purpose? 

How many mothers out there are right now telling their daughters they are fat?  Even when they are not?  We put too much stock in body image and what others think of us.  My mother never told me I was fat or ugly.  Not even in an off-handed way.  I am so grateful to her that she did that.  I just wish I could tell my girls more often how pretty and wonderful they truly are.

Some decisions are easy…

Radio Disney vs. Waterboarding

We got in the car ths weekend after too many hours at the zoo.  Everyone is cranky and tired and the back seat is filled with arguing.  So, I pulled out the parental trump card.  “If you guys can behave, I will turn the radio to Radio Disney.”  Of course, they all agreed to be perfect little angels for the rest of the ride.  It is important to point out that Bear and I have never listened to Radio Disney and did not know exactly what we were getting into.

Spewing from the speakers was our worst nightmare.  High School Musical + Camp Rock + Hannah Montana = Parental Torture of the highest magnitude!!  I am driving my car, fighting the urge to end the torture by driving into a brick wall at 90 mph and suddenly, water-boarding seems like a kindness.

That better be a bloody good cake!

Posted On July 24, 2008

Filed under Bear, life, self

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I started a tradition about a year ago with making unique cakes for the girls’ birthdays.  I try to make a cake that is unique to the kid but they never say “Happy Birthday!” in huge letters.  But it has been part of the way that I show them that I care about them and that I think about them on their special day.  (These are the cakes for this year, mock if you must!)
The Mother Hen's gothic butterfly

The Mother Hen's Gothic Butterfly Cake


The Show's Frog Cake
The Show’s Frog Cake
The Tyrant's Tiger Cake

The Tyrant's Tiger Cake

 This year, I decided to make a cake for Bear.  Even though he said that he didn’t need a cake and really doesn’t make a big deal out of his birthday, I really wanted to do this.  I am truly embarrassed to say, I injured myself while making this cake. 

Bear's Panda Bear Cake
Bear’s Panda Bear Cake
While shaving the chocolate with a new chocolate shaving tool, with a fancy finger guard, I managed to slice a rather large hunk of skin off of my finger.  It bled a lot and still hurts pretty bad.  I really hope he likes the cake, because if not, it would only add insult to injury.  I am such a klutz!

Here…. fishy, fishy, fishy!

Posted On July 22, 2008

Filed under parenting, The Show

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While we were on vacation, we spent a lot of time at the beach.  Bear was telling the girls that if you are really patient, the minnows will nibble the dead skin off of your feet and it tickles but is pretty cool.  So, for about an hour, all three girls were sitting near the shore, trying to get the minnows to nibble. 

Finally, they started nibbling on The Show’s feet.  “AHH!  OH MY GOD!  That is the most disgusting feeling ever!” she shrieked.  She started to try to get away from the minons and they chased her.  She ran around, arms flailing screaming “GET AWAY FROM ME FISHY!”

 The next time that she asks for a pedicure, I think I am going to offer her one of these!

Home Sweet Home

Posted On July 20, 2008

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We just got back from our week long vacation and for the first 15 minutes last night, it was such a relief to be home. After that, exhaustion took over and all we wanted to do was sleep.  This morning started pretty well until the girls woke up.  Now, there have been arguments about just about everything.  It makes me wonder if they were holding in all the arguments when we were away so that we wouldn’t just come home early.  It has also been a chore to try to get them to do their chores.  So, it leaves me wondering, did they get use to not having to do anything while we were away or are they just tired?

I remember going on family vacations when I was a kid and I don’t remember really arguing with my brother on those trips (we argued constantly normally).  But I also remember that part of coming home always involved unpacking and getting everything ready for the week when my parents would be going back to work.  Maybe I am just remembering it in a positive light, but I remember all of us chipping in to make things happen.  I think that it was even part of the agreement for going on vacation in the first place. 

Despite the difficulties that we are having now, we did all have a great time.  We played mad-libs in the car (which lead to the phrase “purple-nurple gerbil juice”), went to a bear farm (we got to pet a black bear cub) and got burnt on the beach.  For the tribe, I would say this was the perfect trip.

Apple Fries

So, Bear and I had a nice quiet , no kid lunch the other day.  (Not that I mind a loud lunch where we discuss Chocolate Chip cookie, liverwurst and mayonnaise sandwiches… )  Part of the “price” was that we were suppose to pick up some apple fries from Burger King on the way home.  They are the new thing and are pretty close to McDonald’s Apple Dippers but they are in the shape of fries and the girls wanted to try them.

When we got to BK, they informed us that they were completely out.  “Oh no!  They are going to kill us!”, I said to Bear.  “They are going to mutilateour corpses!” Bear confirmed.  “If you hear about two people that died from strangulation and their mutilated corpses are by the freeway, its probably us!” I said laughing about it.  Then this girl behind the counter said, “OH MY GOD!  Its just an apple, just cut it up!  It will be fine!  Geez!” 

I bit back a pretty heated retort and instead said to Bear on the way out, “She obviously doesn’t have kids.”  And Bear said, “Lets give her ours for the day and see if she thinks cutting up an apple is “fine”.  Perhaps The Tyrant can teach her a few things about using knives.”

Where’s the honor?

Posted On July 10, 2008

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I was reading about a Dad charged with an “honor killing” of his daughter.  The daughter was unhappy with an arranged marriage and wanted out.  Instead of allowing a divorce or annulment, the father killed her to maintain honor in their family.  But, I have to ask, where is the honor?

In many countries, and in some places in this country, women are nothing more than property.  They are used as bargaining chips and are expected to comply with whatever their father/brother/husband wants them to do.  Is there honor in forcing a woman to blindly obey the words of men?  Is there honor in making an entire gender slaves?  Is there honor in putting your own desires in front of that of your child by forcing them into a marriage that they do not want?

I am not some crazy feminist that screams from the rooftops about women’s rights.  I just find that I care a lot more now about women’s rights because I am the part of three young girls lives.

Life isn’t fair…

The other night, The Tyrant got a new wind up fishing game.  The kind with the magnetic polls and the fish with magnets in their mouths.  She spent the whole night running around, shouting “I got a fish!”

Everyone played with her at one point or another.  When it was Bear’s turn, she started snagging fish with her poll before the game even started.  Bear looked at her and shouted, “Hey!  You are cheating!  That is not fair!”  The Tyrant looks at him and in all seriousness says, “Life isn’t fair, Dad.  Life isn’t fair…”  While he was blinking at her in shock, she started giggling and ran off.

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