What Should A 4 Year Old Know? How To Be Happy, That’s What……..


Stumbled on this article this morning.  It is just simply awesome.

I’m a great deal more concerned with mud pies and blowing bubbles than numbers and letters.  I am also much more focused on teaching the boys that whatever they are interested in, be it dinosaurs, cooking, painting/drawing, or playing with dollhouses, is not only okay….it’s awesome.

I think if we all spent more time building up our kids and teaching them to be secure in themselves, we’d have a lot less jacked up adults.  Gracen has a phenomenal kitchen set-up in his room, with an apron and chef hat, multiple burners & grills, and cash registers with a shopping cart for buying food.  He loves it.  He also has a vacuum cleaner and brooms and mops.  He has a toy iron, and ‘washes’ his clothes.

At least a couple times a week he cooks me something wonderful and we ‘eat’ it (usually Darth Maul Stew with artichokes).  Do I think there are traditionally girl & boy themed toys?  Yes.  Do I stick to the generally boyish themes?  Not on your life.  He gets what he is interested in, and plays with what he likes.  When he gets older, he’ll be a well adjusted person who knows how to cook and clean for himself, & how to wash his own clothes.  He also has tools, swords, cars, engines that can be disassembled, and superhero outfits, which are sometimes in use all at once (a la Samurai Delicatessen).

I really do believe the best investment we can make in the future is to concentrate on molding intelligent, creative, compassionate, empathetic, happy kids.  That isn’t to say that it isn’t also very important to help them reach their potential academically.  It absolutely is.  One complements the other, and both are important for a well adjusted adult.  I just want to be sure they are happy, safe, and healthy while they learn.


Great post! I found this interesting. I also have a Pinterest. You will find next to no fashion or frills on it. That is largely because sifting through Pinterest and pinning the things you like is very much like going to the mall. You are surrounded by things that both interest and disinterest you, with a few things that might offend you or that you might be indifferent to. You pick what you like, and move on, leaving the rest behind you.

Are your choices wrong? Nope. Are others’ choices wrong? Nope. Just different. Pinterest is what it is. It is a social platform where people find common interests. I am puzzled that anyone could find that a threat to feminism, unless they want us to reject anything sufficiently militant and focus on what they feel to be properly feminist pursuits.

Come to think of it, that is pretty much the attitude that gave birth to feminism in the first place, no? For me, feminism is about freedom of choice, empowerment, and the ability to enjoy our lives and make our choices without being directed down ‘acceptable’ channels.

I certainly consider myself a feminist and I am damn proud of it. I would still think so if every piece of furniture I had was baby doll pink and covered with frills, and my own Pinterest board was nothing but catwalk stills and home design and pictures of myself in a retro kitchen dressed like June Cleaver.

ShoutOut! JMU

I recently read an article on how Pinterest is “killing feminism.”  When I first discovered the article, just a couple of weeks ago, I knew immediately that I wanted to do a blog entry on it, as I’ve felt pretty strongly about the issue since Pinterest’s inception in 2010.  I’m surprised at myself as I write this post though, because my opinion has radically changed over the span of the past two weeks.  Had I written on this subject in the midst of my initial passion, I’m sure I would have regretted it later.  You see, I initially had the idea that women were being superficial in using Pinterest, and that maybe the social media outlet was giving us a bad name.  But what exactly about women loving fashion is so wrong, and how is that a threat to feminism?  Isn’t a bigger threat when we start thinking it’s okay…

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New Year, Same Trolls


I have missed writing and posting here the past few months.  You all know the drill…….  real life has a completely inconsiderate habit of intruding and demanding attention at the most inopportune times.  I threw my RL issues some raw meat and slammed the door before they could follow me, so I think we might have a few minutes before they slither under the door……

I have 2 confessions.

Firstly, I am afflicted with trolls.  Many, many trolls.  What’s new, right?  Anyone with an opinion is going to attract them, as sure as loud noises attract walkers every Sunday night on AMC.

Secondly, and this is the big one….. I bait them.  I parry, I thrust, and occasionally I bludgeon them when they begin to bore me.

My main defense of this is that I seldom need to go elsewhere to find them, because they are waiting for me on my page when I open my Facebook.

I guess we all have vices.  It could be worse.

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Where Did The Last Week & A Half Go?


Wow.

They say real life can sometimes intrude when you least expect it.

Apparently when real life intrudes on me, it not only crashes on my sofa but also brings several rather odd friends with it who fill my house with peculiar happenings and multicolored smoke curling under the bathroom doors.

2 rounds of scarlatina, 2 24 hour bugs, a Thanksgiving holiday get together, and a lovely set of second degree burns across my dominant hand (turkey drippings……heavy roasting pan plus 5’2″ girl with stick figure muscles equals nothing good at all) later and I am actually reading the news and playing catch-up on what I missed for the past week and a half.

On the bright side, while I was short of time and unable to get to my computer, I got to catch up on several blogs I follow and read the awesome stuff their writers post.  I could lose myself for days just reading what y’all are talking about.  It’s always interesting and usually better than anything I have to say, anyway.

I was also nominated for a blog award by the Ranting Papizilla just before the bottom fell out on me around here, which tickled me no end, and now I can finally thank him properly and accept it.

So, here goes……..

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Thanks, Papizilla!

 

Rules of Participation:

1. Display the award logo on your blog.

2. Link back to the person who nominated you.

3. State 7 things about yourself.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.

5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.

 

As for seven things about myself………

 

  • I have a Sheldon J. Plankton tattoo on the outside of my left hand, just below the thumb.  I love him.  He is sassy, and silly, and I have yet to meet anyone who has one anything like it.  Plankton is my favorite supervillain.  I call him the Wile E. Coyote of Bikini Bottom.  I cannot wait to be a wrinkled old geezette in a retirement home somewhere with a big ol’ Plankton tattoo.  It gives me something to look forward to.

My favorite-est tattoo, of my favorite-est baddie.

 

  • I recently turned 39, and it was NOT depressing.  Yeah, I know, I’m a chick, so it was supposed to be a morose affair…..but frankly, it wasn’t.  In fact, ever since I turned 34 I have been looking forward to the big 3–9.  Now I can stay 39 forever, just like my idol, the funniest man who ever walked this Earth………Jack Benny.

 

  • I need 4 things in order to be truly happy.  As long as I have those, poo can rain from the ceiling and it won’t faze me.  Running water, Green (plants), Music, and Books.  As long as my family is healthy and I have those, I am good to go.  Do your worst, world.

 

  • I own 2 pairs of Capri pants and one pair of jeans.  I only own about 4 shirts, and I have maybe 4 pairs of shoes (none of them dress shoes or high heels).  I am emphatically NOT a clothes horse in any sense whatsoever, but……….I have a purse illness.  A really, really bad one.  It’s like freakin’ Heroin.  Do not EVER let me see one on sale, ’cause I’ll drag that bad boy home in a heartbeat.  When we moved this last time, I had an entire box of nothing but purses.  I need help, I really do.  Anyone know of a Handbag Recovery Group?

The first step is admitting you have a problem. When I opened the closet and was buried in an avalanche of handbags, I realized I had a problem.

 

  • I grew up watching old black & white shows on a now defunct channel called CBN (I think it turned into Trinity Network).  When my friends were watching Punky Brewster and Webster, I was loading up on The Many Loves Of Dobie Gillis, The Ann Sothern Show, The Bob Cummings Show, I Married Joan, You Bet Your Life, The Burns & Allen Show, and the best of the bunch, The Jack Benny Show.  I maintain that nobody has ever been or ever will be funnier than a man who can stand on a stage with his arms crossed and command 5 minutes of laughter by saying nothing at all.  That’s it, he wins.  He is the king.  The violin was just icing on the cake.

 

  • My favorite holiday is Halloween.  My mom’s birthday is Halloween and each year it is celebrated with ooky creepy food and laughing at incredibly crappy old black and white horror movies.  This year was Dracula’s Daughter.  Last year was The Beast Of Yucca Flats.  Oh, dear lord, if you haven’t experienced that one, put it on your bucket list.  Next year we will be doing The Killer Shrews.  I can’t wait…….

 

  • My favorite Disney movie is Sleeping Beauty.  Maleficent is by far the coolest Disney baddie, ever.  The only one who ever came close is Ursula.

 

Now for the nominations.  Please give these blogs a visit.  They are all interesting.  Some are fun, some funny, and some serious, but all worth your time.

  1. Don In Massachusetts
  2. Simple Pleasures
  3. Frivolous Monsters
  4. Simple.  Interesting.
  5. Attack The System
  6. Unedited Politics
  7. LadyRomp
  8. The Wish Factor
  9. calculatedmess
  10. the dancing professor
  11. The Risible Rambler
  12. Pouring My Art Out
  13. Dysfunctional Literacy
  14. Hunting For Bliss
  15. Flamingo Dancer’s Blog

Give them a visit, you won’t be sorry!

 

 

Oh, Sanity And Reason, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Us?


A small note on my unusual silence the last couple of weeks…….

It isn’t like I haven’t had scores of things I wanted to shout about.  There are plenty.  Too many, in fact.  I seem to have become buried alive in election cycle stress syndrome.  I can’t open any of my multitudinous (I love that word, and never get to use it) news and political sites without being assaulted by an avalanche of offensive and terrifying articles, posts, quotes, soundbites  and developments.  I have been hiding, frankly.  I’m kinda’ afraid if I begin to talk about any current events, I’ll deteriorate into full-on Southern-belle profanity.  For those who know southern ladies, y’all know there is no language on this Earth quite like ours when we are good and worked up.

I would like to pose a few questions to the world at large though…….

Who the hell are these undecided voters, and what, pray tell, is the cause of their indecision?  Much like Sheldon Cooper, I have the urge to ask them if they have recently received a sudden blow to the head.

Your candidate is offensive, pretentious,  obnoxious, and rude.  He is boorish and totally impolite.  He is completely disrespectful.  Now, come the second and third debates ( and VP debate) and the first thing out of y’all’s mouths is that the VP and POTUS are RUDE?  Wah.  Boo hoo.  I have news for you guys.  Lies, misconstrued facts, and politicizing events for your own selfish ends and gain–especially when you were pointedly asked not to by surviving family members in the case of Ambassador Stevens–deserve no polite treatment or mollycoddling.  What pathology do you guys suffer from, that you all think you are entitled (see what I did there) to set the terms for the way everyone else behaves?  Only from the rabid right do we see people whacking others over the head with metaphorical shovels while screaming “Why are you persecuting us?”

DOMA is finally getting put where it deserved to be from the first moment it was thought up…..in the trash can.  Case by case, court by court, I love to see it go.  When it finally disappears for good, and when lovers all through our nation are ultimately able to love and be loved by the partner of their choice, how precisely will that affect ANY of you?  The sacrosanct institution of marriage in our modern times is beset right, left, and sideways by unfaithfulness, separation, and divorce.  In a great many cases, multiple-remarriage and divorce.  Why deny same sex couples the right to be as happy as all of us straight couples, since we are all clearly ambassadors of nuptial Utopian living?

In reference to the absolutely staggering amount of propaganda, lies, filth, perversion, stupidity, and insanity directed at women and their right to make choices about their bodies and health (specifically reproductive health) :  Piss off.  I can’t be any more clear than that.  You people are insane.  You are not rational.  You are frankly frightening.  An incredibly astute gentleman once said “I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.”  Thank you, George Bernard Shaw, for reminding me that you can’t reason with some people.

Yes, I know the last was not a question, but it was certainly a statement I felt needed saying.

I look around and wonder, what on Earth must other countries think of us?  I suspect that if the nations of the world were a family reunion, we would be the inappropriate uncle who wears his underwear outside his pants and speaks in non-sequiturs that make everyone uncomfortable.

Sigh………..

Vice Presidential Debate October 11, 2012


For anyone who might have missed it, here is a link to tonight’s debate in its entirety.

Pro-Choice As Defined By Sarah Jane……


I have had it.  No more tippy, tippy toeing around, folks.

I have been holding off on making any public Facebook posts about the pro-choice issue because it was one of the last couple of areas I hadn’t caught H-E-double hockey sticks for from my family.  Yesterday, though, I got a lovely (not really) private message from my annoyingly holier-than-pretty-much-everybody cousin accusing me of being an Atheist and wanting to know what went wrong.  I kid you not.

You know why?  Because I have steadfastly refused to repost anything from that embarrassment to our state Mike Huckabee’s public statements.  Because I do NOT support Chick-Fil-A.  Because I have shouted loud and long about the evils of legislation intermixing with religion.  I’ll tell you what went wrong, ma’am.  Religious fanatics have been trying to overtake our government and turn it into Nehemiah Scudder-ville.  I don’t want to live in Scudder-ville.  Arkansas is bad enough.

I refuse to skirt the issues anymore.  Y’all thought I was outspoken before, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

what is pro choice?

So there.

We now return to regular programming, already in progress………………….

(thank you to Liberal Hippie Nerd from whom I reposted the graphic on my Facebook feed.  It’s a great page, check it out.)