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.

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Excellently put. So am I tired of hearing about it? Sure I am, and so is everyone else. You know what I am even MORE tired of? Living in it, and having sons growing up in it. Having a grown daughter living in it. Ignoring it and staying silent about isn’t going to fix it or make it go away. As long as the problem exists, we SHOULD be talking about it.

Rethink the Rant

TRIGGER WARNING:

The following includes descriptions, photos, and video that may serve as a trigger for victims of sexual violence.
Please be advised. 

Someone asked me today, “What is ‘rape culture’ anyway? I’m tired of hearing about it.”

Yeah, I hear ya. I’m tired of talking about it. But I’m going to keep talking about it because people like you keep asking that question.

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, no one says, “Stop.”

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and though there are dozens of witnesses, they can’t get anyone to come forward.

Rape culture is when a group of athletes rape a young girl, and adults are informed of it, but no consequences are doled out because the boys “said nothing happened.”

Rape culture is when a group…

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Be Part Of A Solution, Not A Problem…….


Very thought provoking. The Steubenville tragedy and subsequent trial shined a light on an ugly problem that occurs everywhere, all the time, to all kinds of people.

Nobody has the right to do anything, to anyone, ever, without their clear consent. A shake of the head means NO. A whisper means NO. An uncertain “I am not sure about this…” means NO. Silence means NO. Lack of consciousness means NO. Any kind of diminished capacity for understanding the situation means NO. A YES, given under any sort of fear, pressure, or duress, means NO. If the answer is not a clear YES, it is NO.

It does not matter whether the object of your desire is male, female, or transgender. It does not matter if they are straight, gay, bisexual, or any other sexual orientation. It doesn’t matter if you bought them dinner, or gave them a ride home, or picked them up in a bar, or met them running naked through the street. There is NO excuse, EVER, to rape someone else. If you rape another person, you are a rapist. You are wrong.

If you stand by while it happens, you contributed to the rape, and you are wrong. Nobody gets to be neutral in this situation. If you do not completely support the victim, you are supporting the rapist. You are adding to the problem. Slut shaming a victim is effectively raping them again. Outing their name (looking at you, news networks) to make it easier for others to torment them is assaulting them again. Making excuses for the rapist is assaulting the victim again. It makes no difference what they were doing, or where, or with who. What kind of person you think they are is immaterial. Whether you agree with their life choices is immaterial.

If you are not part of a compassionate solution, you are part of the problem. Period.

The Belle Jar

I don’t have to tell you that Steubenville is all over the news.

I don’t have to tell you that it’s a fucking joke that Trent Mays and Ma’lik Richmond, the two teenagers convicted of raping a sixteen year old girl, were only sentenced to a combined three years in juvenile prison. Each will serve a year for the rape itself; Mays will serve an additional year for “illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material.”

I probably don’t even have to tell you that the media treatment of this trial has been a perfect, if utterly sickening, example of rape culture, with its focus on how difficult and painful this event has been for the rapists who raped a sixteen year old girl then bragged about it on social media.

And I almost certainly don’t have to tell you that the world is full of seemingly nice, normal…

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What Happened To The Star Wars That I Used To Know?


Damn. These are the things you stumble on when mindlessly clicking links of links of links. It’s catchy, and has now established itself as the dominant earworm of my night.

 

Thanks to teddiefilms on Youtube, whose vid this is.

All Alone In A Crowd……


Well said. Comments below were interesting as well.

Customer service is indeed dying, slipping quietly away while we are all held hostage by faceless, toneless, emotionless machines.

Robocalls. Automated systems instead of human beings at the end of almost every help line (and when you DO get a real person, what are the odds that they can understand your accent, or you theirs?) Self checkouts.

Geez. We are being isolated more and more every day, while remaining surrounded by others as cut off as ourselves.

Sexual Assault Prevention Tips


Sexual Assault Prevention Tips

Nice to see the conventional list turned on its side and given a whole new spin.

Thanks to the Facebook Page of Liberals Unite, where this image was found.

*No credit was on image, so if you are the creator or know who is, let me know so I can give proper credit.

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!