Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Oops!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Nothing To Talk About
Monday, April 25, 2011
Random Fever of Doom
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Open Salon - Again!
Fiction Friday
Arguments on Open Salon
Apple, Desk, Rainbow
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Posted on Open Salon Again
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
TV!!!!!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Redbox Anxiety
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Game Of Life - WTF??
After returning from our honeymoon almost 12 years ago, my new husband and I ventured out to Toys R Us to purchase some board games. We got Life, a chess/checkers combo set and some other game, maybe Monopoly. I guess we thought we were going to sit around playing board games together, potentially even participating in other cute, lovey-dovey newlywed-type adventures such as going on daytrips, decorating our new abode and cooking healthy meals as a pair!! However, we had apparently been spending too much time on another type of newlywed activity because there were most likely actually three of us in the Toys R Us that evening, if you catch my drift. Unaware of the situation at hand, we returned to our townhouse, cracked open the game of Life and played it. Little did we know that the real game of Life had something else up its sleeve. Maybe a couple of weeks later, I found myself venturing to Target in search of a different type of product, one that could detect trace levels of human chorionic gonadotropin in a woman's urine. Fast forward to our first anniversary - we had a three-month-old daughter and of course the board games were rapidly collecting dust in the closet in favor of more important pursuits, such as sleeping and maintaining an acceptable level of sanity.
Today, our first daughter is about to turn 11, and her younger sister is 8. Unfortunately, we haven't been very good about playing board games with our girls, and as such the game of Life has been in a near-constant state of hibernation since 1999. This afternoon, the 8 year old said she wanted to play it, so we hauled it out of the closet. I couldn't remember the rules at all, so I had to bust open the directions and refresh my memory. We distributed the money, put the little pegs in our little plastic cars, and off we went around the game board. I was delighted when C opted to attend "college" and announced that she wanted to be the banker for the game. I must be doing something right after all!
By this time, the almost-11-year-old, N, had returned from her friend's house and was watching us play. C went around the board quickly and ended up at the end of the path where the players "retire," but not before getting married, having a set of twins and purchasing a house complete with a homeowners' insurance policy. I realized I wasn't sure how to actually win the game, so I consulted the rules again. The last sentence of the rule pamphlet stated:
"The player with the highest dollar amount wins!"
REALLY?
For some reason, that totally pissed me off. Maybe I'm PMS-ing. I'm sure as hell not pregnant again, because I'm an Essure Woman. So in this game you can become independent, raise a family, and have a rewarding career, but you can only be the winner if you have the most money? What a crock! Apparently I had neglected to be annoyed by the objective of this game the last time I played it in 1999, maybe because my husband and I were too busy putting same-sex pegs into the front seats of the plastic cars and giggling like Beavis and Butthead. I felt like telling the kids that this game is jacked up, but I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to tell them that happiness is priceless and can't be obtained via money and "stuff." I wanted to tell them that the pompous douchebags retiring to "Millionaire Estates" could actually be soul-lacking shells of humanity rotting away in a pristine, gated community. I wanted to tell them that money is important, but that in the end, it probably doesn't help you "win" much of anything.
Fortunately for everyone involved, I never actually went off on this tirade. N and I played the game together after C and I finished our round, and we all had fun together, which is the most important thing. Now if you'll excuse me, N and C are upstairs trying to kill each other. The real game of LIFE is calling.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Family Fun
Friday, April 15, 2011
Lost My Post - Dang It!!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Staff Basketball Was A Success!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Treasurerly Duties
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hurry, Spring Break!
Monday, April 11, 2011
zzzzzzzzz
Sunday, April 10, 2011
This Blog Entry Has Been Pre-Empted By Real Life
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Awesome Saturday
Friday, April 8, 2011
Mmmmmmm....Sleep......
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Top 10 Reasons To Comply With Furlough
10: Getting paid anyway
9: Spend more quality time at Happy Hour
8: Good excuse for credit companies
7: Don't have to fight rush-hour traffic
6: Nice weather
5: Don't have a "Get out of jail free" card
4: Beat the Christmas rush to the stores
3: Sick of ARA food service
2: Wanted to spend more time at home
1: Can't afford fine for going back to work
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Job Security Is Overrated
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Day Trip Tomorrow!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
ALL Parents Are Working Parents!
The other day I was reading this article about half-day vs. full-day kindergarten in my 'hood. Of course, the complete essence of an internet news piece cannot be fully derived without reading the accompanying feedback posted by individuals that are seemingly devoid of reading comprehension skills. So, I scrolled down to the comments section to take a peek. And there it was:
"While I am sure full-day kindergarten is a good idea in some respects, I don't think the children are short-changed in any way with half day. I wonder if this is more about convenience for working parents?"
Oh no she didn't!
Someone else decided to weigh in on the matter:
"I have to agree with you that full day kindergarten is probably more of a convenience for working parents. I am not a parent and don't speak for working parents, but I am dating one, so I see how his experiences are. It's better to put them in an all day school than worry about school AND finding a daycare that transports. That's my piece on the topic."
Really?
The article is supposed to be about the education of children, not about what the childrens' parents do for a living. Of course, people are all too ready to jump to meaningless conclusions about the "real" reasons behind various issues, although in this case I have to give these commenters credit for not using the term "Working Mothers," which really tans my hide. ALL mothers work and ALL fathers work, some just don't get paid for what they do. I have worked outside the home (for pay!) since my children were born, but of course I have done my fair share of "volunteer labor" also. I dare say all of the following constitute WORK:
* changing diapers and clothes
* cleaning up a child's mess, only to have the child make another mess 10 minutes later
* cooking healthy meals that your child will actually eat
* taking care of a sick child (diarrhea and vomit earn extra points)
* keeping a child entertained without electronic devices
* trying to figure out why the hell your kid won't stop crying
* reading the same story and/or listening to the same song 700 times in one day
* etc. etc. etc........
For the record, both of my kids went to private full-day kindergarten. Logistical issues (read: childcare-related) did play a role in the decision, but I would be in favor of full-day kindergarten regardless of my "work" situation. To me, half-day kindergarten is a kind of ancient relic dating back to the days when kindergarten might have been a child's first experience away from home for a sustained period of time. These days, many kids under the age of 5 are in preschool, daycare, play groups and other organized forms of social and educational activity, usually on a regular basis. Due to this trend, most children already know their ABCs, 123s, colors, shapes and even how to read basic words or do simple math problems long before darkening the door of a kindergarten classroom. Children are now expected to know how to read before leaving kindergarten. Teaching someone to read is not a quick task, so a longer school day is probably more useful to the teacher and the child.
I guess since I am a "working parent," I have a subconscious reason to favor dumping my kids in full-time school while I shirk my parenting responsibilities at my place of employment. Sorry, but that's crap. People need to stop trying to find hidden agendas behind an issue and stay on topic. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some volunteer work to complete in the kitchen!






