I don't have a P post.

I had planned on writing about prejudice today, of all kinds. From the teacher in Texas whose alibi for not being a pedophile is that she would never touch a black child to everyday crap we see everywhere, including our little town. But I can't create links from my computer at work or from my phone, and if I'm going to do that post I'm going to do it properly.

Then I started thinking about other P topics. Possibilities. Parenting. Patriotism. Politics. Poop. Okay, I would have spared you the poop one. But I'm tired. I had a long day, then after dinner my teen & I went to the park and walked for exercise. And Sophie is in this clingy to mommy, not wanting to sleep phase. So I'm sitting in her room in the dark so she'll go to sleep, then I'm going to bed. I'll try to come up with a great Q post tomorrow & revisit my planned post another time.

The good news is tomorrow is Friday. Thank goodness.

Goodnight.


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O, the musical

(Ok, not really. But if you sing the words instead of reading this could be a musical!)

Once upon a time lived an orphaned owl, Ollie. He lived in an oak tree in Oklahoma. Ollie ogled other owls from his Oklahoman oak as they flew by. He observed Owen and Onita Owl and their owlets. Ollie listened to records of his favorite band, the Oneders, and imagined he was friends with Owen and Onita.
One day Ollie was at home watching One Tree Hill when Owen stopped by. "Onita & I are going to Outback for dinner, would you like to join us? We'll have a blooming onion." Ollie was overjoyed. Owen, Onita, & Ollie flew to Outback, opened the door, and obviously ordered onions. They chatted about the neighborhood, Owen & Onita's owlets Octavia and Oscar. Ollie told them about his job as an orthodontist and his recent visit to the ophthalmologist. Onita discussed organizing Owl Scouts and Owen offered his assistance in repairing Ollie's ongoing leak.

Once they returned home, Ollie was obviously thrilled. He made new friends!


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"No"

How many times do parents say "no" in a day?

No, you can't have fruit snacks for breakfast.
No, you can't have soda for breakfast.
No, I'm not stopping at McDonald's
No, you don't need a new whatchamacalit (insert any electronic gadget here).
No, we are not going out for dinner.
No, not ordering pizza.
No, you can't play outside in the rain.
No, don't hit the dog (or draw on him, or chase him, or ride him).
No more tv. No chocolate. No you can't stay home by yourself. No zoo today, I have to work.
No, no, no.

Then, there are the "I can't believe I just had to say that" nos:

Don't lick the dog.
Don't lick your sister.
Don't lick the floor.
Don't lick the walls.
(Notice a theme here?)
Stay out of the dryer.
Don't eat rocks.
Don't watch your videos on my phone when we're not at home on wifi.
Don't write on your furniture.

What are some things you've had to say "no" to that you didn't expect?

Is Mondayness a myth?

You feel it, right? I do, too. The "Monday, ugh" feeling. And everything seems to go wrong on Mondays, too. Last week, we woke up late because the power had gone off overnight & the alarm clock didn't work. Then I realized that I had forgotten to turn on the dryer and all my dress clothes for work were still wet. Today, I could NOT make myself wake up and Sophie had a huuuuuuge meltdown because I wanted to brush her teeth. Seriously.
But oddly enough, my normal "Mondayness" is on Tuesday. Monday just gets a bad rep because the weekend has ended. We're tired, we had fun, and we don't want to go back to work.
I think Mondays aren't usually terrible for me because I prepare in anticipation of terribleness. I'll set up the coffee. I'll pre-pack my lunch. I'll choose what to wear. That way I'm ready if something does go wrong. Tuesday morning? I've done none of that.
Maybe I need to extend my disaster prep throughout the week. Hmm...
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L is for love

Happy Saturday!
We have a full day today, so this is going to be a fun photo post. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
Have a great weekend!

Kidisms

Baketsball
Muskicks
Simmoot
Pencils
Nakups
Plays
Cooscase
Extrasize

In kid-speak, these are basketball, music, swimsuit, pretzels, makeup, please, suitcase, and exercise (courtesy my oldest when she was little). I love the little mixed-up words!

Then last night, I was on the phone to my mom and Sophie was playing peekaboo with a dress on her bed. My mom heard, and I put the phone on speakerphone. Then this happened (read entire exchange in a sing-songy tone):
Mom: Where's Sophie?
S: Peekaboo!
Mom: I see you!
S: No you do-on't, I at my mama's house!

We get gems like that all the time. Kids are hilarious.

Judgy McJudgersons

Today's post is inspired by this post from The Mom Pledge blog.

I'm so tired of moms judging each other for being different. You know what? Every family is different. Just because something is right for one mom and child doesn't mean it's the right thing for another. I truly think that moms who judge others so harshly are trying to hide their own insecurities. So here's my little bit to counteract that:

Dear Mom,
Yes, you. I know we likely don't know each other. But we understand each other. You may parent differently than I do, but as long as your kids are taken care of, that's okay. We are different people and our families are different, so of course we'll do things differently.

You've got this. You can do it. Keep believing in yourself, even at midnight when you're putting your three year old back in bed for the 20th time, or when you just give up and let her fall asleep in your bed (oh wait, that was me). Trust your instincts.  Don't be so hard on yourself.

We all make mistakes. Parenting is the hardest job to learn as we go. It doesn't matter if we are working moms, at-home moms, helicopter moms, laid-back moms, tigers or house cats. Our kids still love us. Simple mistakes won't screw up our kids or sentence them to a lifetime of therapy sessions.

Relax, mom. You're doing fine.

Indecent exposure

I heard about this story on the radio this morning:

     Former vice mayor 'exposed himself to women motorists through his car window -

 while driving at 90mph'

A former vice mayor exposed himself and masturbated in the direction of at least three different women while driving his car at 90mph, it emerged today.
The women testified against former Mount Carmel Vice-Mayor William Blakely in Tennessee court last week and all described in graphic detail how he would get their attention while they were driving and then hang his penis out the car window.
Victim Kelly Street testified: 'After the waving, it turned into a lot of beeping, him grabbing his chest area, and asking me going "please, please" [clasping hands together] with his hands, may I… show me yours.'
Another woman Deborah Sturgill said: 'He was taking his hand, wetting his mouth, and masturbating. I was scared that I was gonna wreck, he was gonna cause me to wreck.
'At over 90 miles per hour, he had his penis out [the window]. He was masturbating… and that’s when it got really, really bad.
'I wouldn’t look over any more, and I wrote his tag number down on my hand, which I believe he noticed, and he exited very quickly.'
Police believe that Blakely has been pulling the disturbing stunt for years as they have received dozens of complaints from different women about a man doing lewd acts on the road.
Kingsport Police Detective Terry Christian told News Channel 11: 'It’s important to make that report because if you don’t, they’re gonna feel that they can continue that offense and continue victimizing more females.
'And that might be your best friend, your daughter, your mother, your aunt, your niece. And you need to make that report because that’s what’s going to eventually stop that type of behavior.'.
Blakely was elected Mount Carmel alderman in 2008, and was later appointed vice mayor in 2010 before resigning in June of 2011.
He is facing charges of indecent and reckless endangerment, and criminal attempt to commit aggravated assault as well as reckless driving.
Detective Christian told News Channel 11 several more cases involving Blakely are getting ready to be presented to a grand jury.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2306511/William-Blakely-Former-vice-mayor-exposed-played-different-women-driving-90mph.html#ixzz2Q4MdjoUm

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Um.... Wow.
First of all, how on Earth is that physically possible? How could he contort himself to keep driving while doing that out the window? And going 90 mph at the same time - how is he not dead??
I know there are many different sexual practices, including those bordering on dangerous. But this?
This just tops them all.

And isn't it just *lovely* that our state is being represented internationally by this story? Sigh.
It makes me want to write to the Daily Mail: We're not all like this!

Happiness is...

Laughter
Snuggles
Unsolicited hugs
A kiss on my head
Sunshine
Windows open on a beautiful day
Surprisingly light traffic at rush hour
Warm weather
A cool breeze
Ice cream
A really good book
Friendship
Good music
Family time
Flowers in bloom


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Getting around to it

I should have a great G post for today. But I don't feel great. I actually feel kinda gross. I'm sick and my back hurts. So I'm not getting as much done as I need.

I haven't done *nothing* however. I've made split pea soup for lunch at work during the week. I've made hummus and tzatziki sauce for fake gyros (I use hummus instead of meat) also for lunch later this week. And some laundry.

But today is not a productive day. In fact, I'm still in my pjs. And that's okay. I'll get around to the rest of it eventually.


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Facebook - What's annoying about it, part 2

Two years ago I wrote this post about ten things on Facebook that annoyed me. It's still one of my most popular posts ever, and is the reason for the "featured on BlogHer" over on the right. Things change, though, and now there are different reasons Facebook annoys me.

1. Begging for help with games. Any game. They are just stupid games, nothing important. I have most game apps blocked on Facebook anyway, but all the posts asking for extra help from others get on my nerves.

2. Allllllll the animal posts. Lost dog locally? I'll share that, no problem. A photo of a terribly abused animal just because? No. "Share if you're against cruelty to animals?" No. Of course I am, and everyone on my friends list should know that without  being subjected to the photos. Please rescue these animals from shelters in other states? No, sorry. If someone has the urge to rescue pets from shelters, there are several locally with animals just as cute, just as loving, just as endangered. I'll put you in touch with them, gladly.

3. Political ranting. "Your endless Facebook ranting and reposting of inflammatory memes totally changed my political views" said no one, ever. And while we're on this subject- do some fact-checking before reposting, please.

4. Endless direct sales. How many online "parties" can one person have at a time? Seriously!

5. "Just ate lunch" "Bathroom break" "Ugh I hate my job" "OMG I hate Mondaysssss" - and that's the adults.

I try to ignore all these, though, because more than anything else, Facebook is a great way to keep in touch with long-distance family and friends. For that, I'll put up with almost anything.

Easter

Distraction

(I was shocked to open my blog tonight to see that yesterday's post is missing! I honestly posted yesterday, the title was Choices. It was there, now it's not. I'll repost if I can remember it.)

I'm easily distracted. I joke sometimes that I have the attention span of a four year old. What distracts me?

Everything.

My phone. Games. The internet. Facebook. Pinterest.

When I'm driving? Everything. I need scenery to look at. If there is nothing to see, my mind wanders and I zone out - I don't like doing that while I'm driving. But then I get distracted looking at what's around! Houses, people, businesses, whatever.

Books distract me badly. Television distracts me. Doodling. My thoughts even distract me.

It's bad.

However, I'm rarely bored!

But... But...

We're hearing this a lot lately. But... But... I LIKE chokit. (Still can't have candy for breakfast.)
But... But... I'm still pwaying! (Sorry, kiddo, it's bedtime.)
But... But... I LUFF(love) it! (Sorry, babydoll. You can't have whatever it is right now.)
But... But... I just want to watch my show!

You get the idea. This is life with a three year old.

On another note, I read somewhere recently that an average 3 year old asks a thousand questions a day. I think whoever was counting missed a few hundred.


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All about me

I'm participating in the A to Z blog challenge this month, for the first time. Since I'm new to this challenge, I thought my A post should be about me, kind of an introduction.

Hello!

My name is Christine. I'm thirtysomething, married, with two daughters. I'm really tall, but no I never played basketball because I suck at sports. Seriously.
I love books, coffee, tea, and being outside. I'm a procrastinator. I'm impatient. I'm an only child - read that as you will. I feel 21 and 45 at the same time. I'm a little freaked out by the fact that our oldest daughter is old enough to practice driving (okay, a lot freaked out by that). I'm a little bit of a smartass. I love to write but I don't let myself have enough time to do it seriously. I hate messiness but I also hate cleaning. I prefer dark chocolate over milk chocolate. I've lived in the south my entire life even though I don't sound like it. I work full time outside the home, although if we could afford it I'd really rather not (I do enjoy my job, though, that's not the problem at all). And that is a completely opposite view than five years ago. Somehow when my oldest started middle school she finally seemed to need me around more, and then two years later her little sister was born and I had two babies wanting their mommy... it really tugs at my heart! I'm not a Martha Stewart or Rachel Ray wanna-be, I don't have the time or energy to do either. I don't sew. I'm slightlly addicted to Pinterest. Oh, I'm also pro-breastfeeding (not anti-formula, there's a difference) and support gay marriage. I do blog about those subjects occasionally, along with other serious topics. I don't have a particular theme for my blog - just myself and what's important to me or what I need to work out in writing.

If I haven't scared you off - welcome! Glad to have you along for the ride!