Karmic Rant

Why oh why oh why is it that when I'm available to sub there are no jobs and when I am not available to sub the jobs are raining down?

What in the world have I done to have such sucky karma as of late?

Was it the time I tackled the kid while playing football in 2nd grade just a bit too hard?

Or maybe the day I took the dog for a longer walk than I was supposed to... nah- I got dragged by that dog on my belly when he saw a rabbit and chased it as I was walking him. Sidewalk burn is awful btw. I was 8 he was a Siberian Husky/ wolf mix.

Oh I know- it was the time I glued down all of my first ex-college roommate's desk supplies to her desk with goofy glue. (I had my reasons) That must be it. Karma is being a *itch because I used some goofy glue in an unprofessional manner. Sheesh.

Work with me universe will ya? Just for once?

Diversity

Pepsi has been my drink of choice- when it comes to soft drinks for a while now. This commercial helps me feel okay about that occasional caffeine jolt.

http://www.pepsiusa.com/bobshouse/

Unacceptable

Some of you may have already read about the incident that took place at Steak n' Shake with Karen Putz, a hearing impaired woman who writes "A Deaf Mom Shares her World" blog. The manager denied her service when she pulled to the window rather than ordering at the drive through speaker because she is deaf and can't hear at the speaker.

As the child of a hearing impaired parent, I find it unacceptable in this day and age that anyone would even think it was okay not to serve somebody because they couldn't order at the speaker due to a disability.

Anyway- here's a link to the story ABCnews I hope S & S gets their act together and apologies publicly.

Wordless Wednesday

Another wordless Wednesday post as the rest of the week seemed to get away from me.

Wordless Wednesday

Better late than never, right?

Car Time

This post has been floating around in my mind a lot lately. I've started it and reworked it and it never seems to leave my brain in the way in which I have wanted it to. Therefore, I say c'est la vie and am just going to post it and however it ends up, it ends up.

The Pipsqueak is in vision therapy (of which I'll post more later). Anyway, we do the drive thing once a week. It's about 45 minutes one way, so we are in the car with each other for a big expanse of time each week.

As much as I find myself not wanting to drive each week in the late afternoon, I am blessed for these drives. It is in the car where my Pipsqueak opens up and tells me about her day, how she is really feeling about things, and what's going on in her life.

Yes, she's only 7 and let's face it, there isn't much in her life that I don't know about. However, she is at school 7 hours 5 days a week. I'm not there then. I don't know when a friend hurts her feelings, or she feels proud for getting the math question right. I don't know if she's laughing with her friends, at her friends, or if they are laughing at her. I don't know any of her school life unless she tells me.

She tells me in the car. I hear about the insecurities of computer lab, the love of P.E., and how much confidence her wonderful teacher has given her this year. I learn about the newest playground games, the boys who 'like' her... eghads, she's only 7! I learn that her principal is becoming much more handsome in his attempts to grow a beard this semester, that her teacher's father is my daughter's newest crush (he comes to help out in the class sometimes), and that having a brown skinned student teacher meant more to her than I can possibly know as a white woman.

As much as I look forward to the end of VT, I will miss this time in the car. The "Mommy & Pipsqueak" time as she calls it. I will miss having her solely to myself with no outside influences. No phones ringing, no dinner to be cooked, no grandparents to voice their opinions, no dog that needs attention.

Just us. Mommy & Pipsqueak. What a wonderful gift I've been given. I'm just glad I was smart enough to enjoy it while it's lasted.

Wordless Wednesday

Retro-Kick

Have been reading the Better H*omes and G*ardens Junior Cookbook that was reprinted from the 1955 original.

This thing is a hoot! It has recipes for things such as hot dogs wrapped in bacon to making a house out of fig newtons and oreos. I'm enjoying the retro photos- all in b&w along with reading the recipes.

What is really interesting though is to see how far we have really come from 1955. This book was written for girls only, that is more than obvious. From paragraphs about how pretty she'll look in her apron with her hair tied back neatly with a ribbon, to how glad father will be when she allows him the first bite of a certain dish.....It's fun to read, but so glad the expectations have changed when it comes to cooking and kids.

Reading

I interrupt your blog reading to bring you this announcement:

To the few folks out there that read my blog- I know I haven't posted lately. A rather large book order came in the mail and as I was in the middle of reading Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows again- I decided to do a marathon read to finish it and start a few new books.

Hope everyone has been enjoying the unseasonably warm weather (at least where I am) in this new year.

Now- back to your regularly scheduled blog reading.

Wordless Wednesday