Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Hatred and disgust

I am a bit full of hatred right now.  Nothing makes a Mother hate more than seeing her child hurt, being called a liar, being bullied and being rejected......especially at the hands of an adult professing to really care about children.

That happened twice in the past month.  I am done.  I am half convinced that we are indeed in the tribulation.  I am disgusted watching liars, cheats and fakes win especially at the expense of another child and his reputation.  This can only be the tribulation where nastiness seems to win out over goodness.

I am fed up with schools, the school system is flat out broken.  I am so thankful to not be a teenager today or in any school for that matter.  I consistently see the liars, the cheaters, the bullies winning and I hate it.  I truly hate it.  It is disgusting for me to see someone push around a girl, lie, cheat and steal; yet when administrators are confronted with proof of this parents and student's are called liars, "that person has a 4.0 they would never do that!",  "I know that person's parent's they would never do that", "they wouldn't do that, I haven't seen any evidence that they would"  Bear in mind all these episodes have been witnessed by parents or other students and reported.

What a way to enforce the rules and create a bond of trust in branding the person who brings the ugly truth to light, a liar.

May all of you who subscribe to the belief that such and so child is blameless because of what you think you know about them or their parents rot in an eternal pit of your own stupidity.

I can't judge anyone, it's not my place, but you reap what you sow and you are surrounding yourselves with monsters.  I hope the light from it reaches those people some day soon before they destroy any more trust.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

What Does the Fox Say......

I admit it!  It's stuck...what's worse?  This light show makes me think it's a really good idea to do this to our house.  I'm sure the neighbors would just love that.  They would love it, because I am twisted enough to play it for hours straight.

I am including the regular video and the halloween light show video....I'm not sure what's more vaguely disturbing....furries singing and dancing, lights singing and dancing or the fact that no one actually researched what noise foxes do all...I included a video of that as well.

The fox looks like it REALLY means what it's saying there too!  I trust it.  It can definitely have my Oreo's, Chip's Ahoy, caramel's, cheese, or whatever it wants if it's going to look that serious.

I wonder if the neighbors would mind

What does the fox say?  Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Saturday, October 12, 2013



Fifteen is so  much more than just a number.  Fifteen is an entire lifetime for some.  Fifteen is a turning point for most.  Fifteen is halfway through the teens.  Fifteen takes forever but is gone in an instant.  Fifteen is first dates, first kisses, first skinny dipping.  Fifteen is learning responsibility, taking ownership of your actions.  Fifteen is warm hugs and kisses.  Fifteen is chess matches or othello games.  Fifteen so far from nothing, on the edge of tomorrow.

My son just turned 15.  There are times when I was a proponent of the 216 month abortion (ok that's a bit harsh) so there were times I wanted to duct tape his mouth shut and stick him in a closet until he stopped sassing.  I also wondered if spiking his water with some sleep aid would be a good choice.  I often wondered at what age it was appropriate to give your child a double martini.

He is dichotomy in action.  Making a great decision followed by a moronic decision.  Doing well on a test then not turning in homework and failing a class.  It hurts to watch your child do these things.  It also hurts when we hear them tearing themselves apart, swearing they "can't possibly" do something, then taking a hard line with them only to see them succeed in learning a concept.  He's calm, loving and giving yet is also the tasmanian devil in disguise.

We had a really crappy thing happen at school this week.  I've defended him before, but for the first time I decided  'NO, you will NOT treat my son this way, at all, ever again',  This happened the day before my birthday this year.  I left a message the day before for her to return my call so that I could finish this issue with the assistant principal.  Then something came over me on my birthday morning that said 'No! You will take command and put her on the defensive'.  I called, and spoke with the assistant principal.  I had researched my facts, I knew the law, I knew nothing illicit happened.  I MOM'ed the assistant principal. When she tried to interrupt I either informed her I was still speaking in my best terse voice followed by soothing voice to calm her down.  When she interrupted again I talked over her.  Informed her I was still speaking.  She tried back peddling, she called my son a liar yet again.  I conceded that point knowing full well that my equally argumentative son would set her straight with facts.  I used loaded phrases like "breached the bond of trust between administration and student", "humiliated", "vilified" Then reminded her of the facts; which happen to be ALL in writing.  I verified them, printed them and am waiting for her to ask for them.  She seems to feel they aren't necessary.  My son was like gold 2 weeks ago for bully busting a guy who was shoving his own girlfriend around.  I further informed her that he can't go from hero to public enemy number one based on zero evidence.  After sputtering and whinging she did agree.  I told her in a nice way it would behoove her to contact him to re-establish that broken bond of trust.  She called him to her office the next day, tried to take some hard line accusing him of lying about the time spent in the office.  He argued right back and told her to call his teachers to ask if he was there.  I was proud, he handled it as I would, asking for proof.  She apologized fully after that.

Too many children who are actual abusers, liars (huge lies, not forgot homework lies) con artists, thieves, and general bullies out there.  At a tender age like the teens I can not understand school staff tormenting a good boy who happens to be a goofball in class but defends those who need defending, comforts those in need and tries (inappropriately) to make people laugh.

My son isn't perfect....he's 15 and I will defend my baby as he needs it.  Hell hath no fury like a Mom catching staff or faculty threatening a child,  Heck, I'd love to be a 14 year old girl for a month at his school just to go do some bully busting of my own.  I have some nefarious ideas....sadly I am now 29 for the 14th time and can't turn back the hands of time.  I really would love to be  14 though....where is that darn flux capacitor???

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

What the heck is that??

When people move over time we become used to the sounds of our new local migrating fowl.  The first season we might stare up in wonder, the second season it may still seem pretty novel, by the third or fourth we're just used to the sound.  Unless something happens to change the way we perceive it.

Recently we had a power outage.  We are all used to sleeping with fans on.  We need that white noise to help us hold on to that tiny shred of sanity we all still cling to.  I was just beginning to doze off after reading by flashlight.  That felt soooo naughty!  So, I'm between sleep and wakefulness, teetering on the edge.  When I heard the most frightening sound!  It sounded like dozens of flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz!  I was terrified.  I lie in bed motionless, wondering if I should protect my son, grab a gun, make sure the doors and windows were all locked.  Then it dawned on me.  It was a flock of geese migrating!  I had no idea those things migrated at night too!  I was all set to shoot a flying monkey or two, only to discover they were just geese.

Geese themselves can be kind of vicious and frightening but I think that flying monkey's win out on the "oh s---!" factor alone.  We expect geese to fly, not so of monkeys.  We expect them to simply eat food, salt, lice or fleas (whatever they pick off each other) and fling poop.  We also expect them to tear up the occasional suitcase reminiscent of a famous ad in the 70's or 80's.  What's a decade here and there?  I am wondering how vicious geese would be were they to not be so large.  It seems the smaller the wild bird, the more vicious they are.  It would be hazardous if geese were that ferocious.  I can not even  begin to imagine being pelted by flying monkey feces from monkey's over head.

I do wonder which would taste better a wild or captive goose or a wild or captive monkey.  I wonder if there would be much difference?

Since finding out geese sound like flying monkeys I wonder now how they came up with the sound for they flying monkeys.  Maybe I should watch the Wizard of Oz again just to really listen to the sound.  I wonder if it was even close or if my sleep deprived brain simply made a wrong connection.

At least it isn't a group of flying zombie monkeys or migrating zombie geese!