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I’m still alive! It’s been.. a million years since I’ve written here. Oops. Life and all. I’ll write something here soon (or else).

Captain America and the heroism of empathy

It’s beautiful to see people come together for someone like this.

Something for a rainy day

CapForStratSome of the beautiful pictures you guys sent, made into collages for dad. There’s a whole lot of love glued to these cards!

What an amazing – and surreal – few weeks it has been! The week that #CapForStrat happened, I rattled off three blog posts without thinking too much, carried on the waves of energy that the joy from the outpouring of support from you guys gave me. Since then, I’ve been meaning to write again to update you and thank you properly, once more, for everything you’ve done in being a part of all of this, but for some reason the right words have been coming to me slower, recently.

That, and life has been crazy busy with work, baby, family stuff, and multiple journalists getting in touch wanting to talk about our story – which is fine, and I understand that it is a lovely heartwarming story about a bunch…

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Back Again (& Healthy Eating)

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Yea, I’m a writing slacker. I’ve been busy! Things going on, classes, kids, you know. I should be doing my biology right now, but I’m stealing a moment to write something here.

My little sister graduated from college on Sunday! She’s 20 years old and a college graduate. I am soooo proud of her.

Isn’t she adorable? ^_^

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Rachael, mom & dad. & me & my beautiful little sister

WordPress, why won’t you let me put my text beside the picture instead of under it? Is it because I’ve been neglecting you? Obviously.

So I’ve been eating way healthier the past few months. Lots more veggies and unprocessed foods, lots less processed foods and junk. I’ve also cut myself down to two Mountain Dews a day. That is a big accomplishment, considering that was all I drank three months ago. I’ve realized several things on my ‘eating healthy’ trip. I like raw veggies. They’re good! I like knowing what’s in my food, since I’m fixing it myself now. I feel better. I HAVE MORE ENERGY! And it’s natural energy, not caffeine-driven energy. That is awesome. I’m also saving a ton of money because I don’t eat out very often now. I haven’t given up fast food completely, but I eat out way less now. I don’t grab a “box” side dish very often now, either (like instant potatoes or boxed rice). I’ve cut back on carbs, though I’m not giving them up completely. I love my rice and my pasta. Still, eating better and so far, the effects have been positive. It takes a bit longer to cook, but it’s worth it. Added bonus is that I’m losing weight by cutting out junk, processed foods and caffeine.  Now I need to get my kiddos to start eating more veggies. I’m still learning/hunting down good recipes, so maybe I’ll come across something they’ll love.

I need to add daily exercise to the eating better thing, now. I’ve been trying to walk on my elliptical a few times a week, but my wretched back starts killing me after about 15 minutes. (Stupid ruptured disks). I’ll get there, though!

All this talk about eating has made me realize that I haven’t yet, today, and I’m hungry. :-p

 

 

 

 

Playing Catch-Up

It’s been a few days. Weeks. Whatever. I’ve been busy. By busy I mean I’ve been occupying my time with other things. I might have forgot about this place entirely for a day or two. The days when I remembered? Yeah, I wasn’t feeling the writing thing.

So here’s the catch-up: I’ve been building/DIY’ing furniture type things. I re-did my bathroom (mostly – I still need to lay down the new floor and baseboards but I’m cheating and using self-adhesive vinyl tile, since I’ve never done it before). I spent time with the kids on the days they were out of school because of the snow. {The Lego Movie is great, by the way}. Yeah, yeah, all those other boring things.

Hubby finishes up his training tomorrow, then he’ll be home for good. He’s been gone eight weeks. It’s been so quiet here! (I’m joking, dear. I’m joking. I am! Stop sulking! I know you’re reading this and I love your face). I’ve missed him. I’ve had no one else to make fun of tv programs with me.

I thought about registering for a vendor’s table at a couple of comic-cons, to sell some of my jewelry (but mostly to check out the Cons. ha!). It’s fandom based jewelry so it fits. I’m a total geek about some things, yet I’ve never been to a comic-con! That is just tragic. It needs to change. Matt Smith and Karen Gillian will be at the Louisville con in a couple weeks. I wanted to go to that one but oh my g-o-s-h! It costs a small fortune to get in to the panels for those two. I wonder if they would take a child in place of cash..

I’m joking. My kids are worth a bit more than The Eleventh Doctor and Amy Pond. So I’ll just catch them next time. *sobs*

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I want to build a TARDIS in the backyard. I did turn my mailbox into one, but I can’t quite squeeze in there.

My little sister is getting married in May. Her fiancé is a lovely bloke, but she’s too little to get married! She’ll always be a tiny, tiny child to me. Good luck to him; she’s got her big sister’s fiery attitude! haha.

This has been my bit of random for today. I’m hungry and need nourishment. Or else.

It’s Related To Teaching

My children have these “agendas” that the school gives the students. It’s to record their homework & important things & such. It also has pages of information in the back: The periodical tables, math definitions, anti-bullying tips, things like that. These things are like Trapper Keepers minus the 80s awkwardness!

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[I had this one!]

My son’s journal had a note for Tuesday: “No writing journal”. Okay, I’ll assume he didn’t do his writing journal. So.. is he supposed to do it Wednesday night? Is that just to let me know he didn’t have it? Does he get to make that up? I don’t know, it only said “no writing journal”. Yesterday’s note said something about how he didn’t do it (again), although she had written a note about it the day before. OH, so that was to let him know to do it? I asked him that first day and his response was, “I don’t know if I’m allowed to do it or not”. Apparently he was supposed to make that up. Wow, aren’t I the worst mom ever, for not making him? *kicks rocks* Really though, I wasn’t sure if he was or not! O_o Well, now I know. Next time we’ll err on the side of caution.

I appreciate the fact that teachers are quite busy. Really, they are. I was a child care teacher for 14 years, and my classrooms were wayyyy smaller than headstart & school classrooms. Still – I’m one of those moms who needs a bit more input. A vague note doesn’t cut it for me. I like detail! I gave my son the “you need to keep up with this stuff and ask if you’re not sure!” lecture. That was probably followed by “I have no idea how to do that 4th grade math, ask your sister for help.” [Seriously, what is up with this astrophysics they’re calling math these days? I didn’t do this stuff until high school, & maybe even college].

Teaching is one of the things I’m considering when I (finally) finish my ECE degree. I love working with kids, and obviously it’s a career for me. I did spend the last 14 years working in child care (and I actually implemented lesson plans & curriculum, so none of that “just a babysitter” stuff!). I think I might have issues with all that rigid “planning for testing” stuff, though. I would want my classrooms to be fun. Learning should be fun. Kids learn best through play. I don’t give a boop [my son’s word of the morning] who you are or what you’re arguing: Kids learn best through play. You turn daily experiences and play into teachable moments, and kids thrive on that. That’s the kind of classroom I would have. I’m pretty much a big kid myself – I’m more than happy to teach kids about science by making Goobleck out of corn starch and water, and making a huge mess in the process. Did that at the center where I worked once: Man, was that ever a mess to clean up! Great fun, though. The kids loved it.

I respect teachers and all their hard work. They don’t get paid enough. Get off your butts, government parties, and pay teachers more. Seriously, all the “children are the future” crap that politicians spout? Put your money where your mouth is, chumps. Pay the teachers more and give them more than testing to work toward.

Home [Is Where You Are]

I wrote this for my babies, quite a few years ago.

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[8.15.10]
 
You are my lights;
the stars & moon
that paint my skies.

The love that carries me
through dark moments –
when i’m lost, you find me.

The sounds of your laughter,
your words, your songs;
the way you both smile.

These are my reasons;
Your love lights my paths
& brings me home again.

To The Ginger Goes The Doll

I hate headaches. Headaches make me want to yank my brain out and step on it. Rawr.

Prompt from http://www.writing.com/main/writing_prompts, because my brain hurts: “A new employee in a toy store finds an old supernatural Barbie doll.”

“Oh my gosh!” Kayla was running up the aisle, a rectangular box in her hands. She slid to a stop, her Converse squeaking on the floor. “Look what I found! Look what I found!”

Angi and Rachael exchanged a glance. “What did you find?” Rachael asked, peering at the box the other girl held. With a flourish, Kayla turned the box to face them.

“A Dean Winchester doll!”

Kayla turned to her left as her fiancée and fellow employee joined the group. “No way,” he shook his head, eyes on the doll, “What will you do with that thing? You don’t need that. Put it back.”

Kayla glared (and an impressive glare it was, for Kayla was a ginger). Angi and Rachael stepped back to avoid the crossfire.

Turning the full strength of her mighty glare upon her fiancée, she stomped one Converse-clad foot and declared, “I needs it!”

It was a happy new toy-store employee who went home with the Dean Winchester doll that night.

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Think of the Children

Today, I was checking out my classes on Blackboard. I’m not a fan of Blackboard – I prefer hands-on learning – but it’s a step in the direction I want to go.

I’m working toward my BA for Early Childhood Education. I have all the credentials you can get, now I need the BA to go with them. :-p Working with and for children is my calling. I’ve been doing it for years and years, and I love it still. I really want to get more into children’s advocacy, and I’m trying to figure out how to go about that. I considered social work, also, but – I don’t know. It’s not a job I could “leave at the office”. I can’t even do that with child care. The real problem would be handling situations in an ethical, professional manner. I’m not sure I could look into the eyes of a suspected child-abuser and say “We’ll come and check things out”. I don’t think I could walk away and leave an abused or potentially abused child with that person. In fact, I’m quite certain I couldn’t. For all my professionalism in my line of work. I don’t believe I could tell a person “You’re under investigation” or whatever it is one would tell them, and then just walk away and leave that child with them. I would be more apt to walk in with a ball-bat and scream “Let me show you what you’re doing to that baby!”

Maybe that’s what’s needed, though. I know case workers are overworked, understaffed and very underpaid. I know that there are rules, regs and laws that have to be followed. Maybe, though, those kids in trouble need someone who will refuse to accept “investigations take time” as an answer. Maybe they need someone who will scream at a system who, far too often, lets them down. Maybe they need someone who will follow through on even the “little” complaints, because what if? What if that child really is in trouble? What if you’re the only person willing to help? What if you’re the last resort, the final stand?

Maybe those kids in trouble need someone who will fight for them, tooth and nail, heart and soul. Who will scream “No! Look again!” when “unsubstantiated evidence” is thrown out. Who will say “No! Parenting classes are not enough when they’re hurting this baby!”

Our system has failed so many kids. Too many. I’ve seen it firsthand. I’ve made the reports and I’ve tried to follow up to see what’s going on, only to see absolutely nothing being done, or to see it blown off like it doesn’t matter. It’s sad, it’s beyond sad. It’s heart-wrenching. It’s heart-breaking and it’s not fair, because we’re supposed to protect our children. We’re supposed to love them and nurture them, and teach them that there are good things in this world. We’re supposed to protect them from the monsters that scare them in the dark, but how are we doing that if we’re the monsters?

The focus is so wrong. You focus on guns and you focus on political parties and you focus on who’s doing what and when. Who’s putting the focus on the little hearts who need it the most? If the people who are supposed to protect them fail, and the system who is supposed to be the back-up protection fail, who do they have left to save them?

I haven’t pursued a social work degree because, and only because, I could not handle watching children fall through the cracks. I could not be professional when I know in my heart that a child is being abused or neglected, yet they’re left in the hands of the people doing it. I could not stand by passively and listen to nonsense bureaucracy who pretend to have the youth’s interests at heart but really don’t care. I couldn’t stand by and watch some beast of an abusive person walk away with a child that is in need of help because the system failed that child.

That’s the point when I would break out my ball-bat, scream out some type of Amazonian war cry, and take things into my own hands. I make it sound like a joke, but it’s not. It’s not a joke. I haven’t pursued social work up until now because I have children of my own, and they don’t need mommy spending time in jail for assaulting some tosser who harmed a helpless child. I am a protective momma raptor, and it’s not only of my own children. It’s of any child who needs me.

I’m looking into a social work degree, though, so maybe I’ll make a career change. Professionalism be damned, someone needs to let the protective mommas out of their cages.

 

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Just (Tap) Dance

Postmodern Jukebox – this group does covers of more modern songs, and they’re brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

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Kids Say Such Funny Things

“Mom, you came over with the Pilgrims, right?” 
No! I’m not that old!
“Are you sure? I thought I saw your picture in the chapter about pilgrims.”
Do you know how long the rest of your life is? Add it up, math genius, because that’s how long you’re grounded.

If you were a milkshake, what flavour would you be?
“Olive Oil, so you wouldn’t drink me.”
Ooh. Clever.

“Okay, I got the gnome out of the grave so now I’m sane again!”
‘Just watch out for the four-legged eyeball!’
Uh.. No. I’m not even going to ask.

“Nana said you should let me watch The Hunger Games.”
No way. That movie is about kids killing kids.
“She said you watched scary stuff when you were a kid.”
Yeah, look how I turned out.
“Good point!”

(After listening to the kids talk about the “old days”, before mom and dad had “cool stuff”)
You know what would be funny?
Hubby: “You’re not unscrewing the backs of their chairs so that they fall when they sit down.”
You never let me have any fun!

“Mom! He’s looking at my monitor!”
‘Mom, she’s watching something she shouldn’t.’
“No I’m not! Mom! He’s breathing my air!”
“Mom, she’s on my planet.”
(To hubby) This is why some species eat their young.
Hubby: “Use salt and pepper, Robert Irvine says it adds flavour.”

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