Saturday, January 28, 2012

It's Coming, It's Coming!


Yesterday was the six month mark for the start of the 2012 Summer Olympic games in London.  The closer it gets, the more excited I am!  I love the Olympics.  I love London...even though I have never been there.  I am an unabashed Anglophile...so this will be brilliant!  The only thing better would be the introduction of Olympic Quidditch.

Sigh.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Choosing Your Battles

Last night The Girl took action on a decision I chose not to fight.  In fact, I ended up helping her accomplish her goal--mostly so my kitchen didn't get wrecked.

Here was her plan:



It was supposed to be a bit darker BLUE, as that is her high school color. The purpose was a little team spirit for the Region Championship Swim meet this weekend.

I figured, "Hey, it's only hair...and she is planning cutting much of the damaged hair (from the swimming all year) off after the region meet."  So, what did it matter?  Really?

We bleached the bottom portion of her hair and then dyed it blue. It was a messy process, but she seemed happy with it.  From the looks of it, it may not last the weekend in it's bluest form, but that is OK too.  She was pleased, and it gives her a point of team captain/leadership/team spirit for this important swim meet.  It really isn't that different from all the sharpie-created fish "tatts" for the summer season championships.

Another lesson in "Pick your battles and win the war" with teenagers, I suppose.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

One of my favorite people is beginning this semester as a brand new PTA president.  The previous president resigned, though he wasn't very effective when he was in place anyways.  But that is the way things go sometimes.

I am never surprised at the changes that come up, seemingly, all of a sudden.  They usually aren't sudden for the person who causes the change.  They ARE all of a sudden for those who have to pick up the slack.

I've served as president of our Junior High PTA this year and for the whole first semester I haven't gotten any feedback from parents in terms of comments or concerns.  Then suddenly--see, I have to deal with the changes--yesterday I had two parents who were very concerned about two serious issues.

One requested a specific speaker, who has been on national TV shows, etc, for his founding of  the"No Cussing Club" in his junior high school several years ago.  She wanted him to come do an assembly that all the students would attend to hear a message about proper verbal communication and the corresponding drop in bullying where these clubs are instituted.  The speaker she asked for charges $2500 for a speaking engagement.  (Yikes!)  I will bring it up with the principal, but that is a LOT of money--regardless of how valid the message.

The other parent asked why we do not have a "white ribbon" week at our school.  She asked me to put together something that would teach our kids Internet safety and pushes an anti-pornography message.  Now, I definitely understand the importance of that message too, but questions my place as a community leader to indoctrinate my student's classmates in a moral issue.  Sure, it is a safety issue--but more than that it draws on a family's moral compass.  On the other hand there are plenty of families that don't or won't talk to their own kids about the seriousness of this and all of that child's peers are in danger when that doesn't happen.

These are the issues that make me tired of working in PTA.  I feel like it is all I can do some days to support our administration in the eyes of our unparticipatory parents, fight for public education against the state legislature's attitude and subsequent rulings and legislation, encourage the faculty and staff of our school who are in the trenches, as it were, with our kids everyday.  I tire of imagining new ways of communicating with parents who insist they "never know" what is happening at school, and above all that I have to create or continue ways that make money to support the programs we already have implemented in our school to help kids, teachers, administration, and families.  Whew.

Maybe I should just crawl back into bed.

Then my conscious is flicked and I know that if I didn't do this, is there someone else that would?  Maybe.  But I sure have to beg, borrow, and steal the willing parents I do have helping out.  And they are not beating my door down to take over.  So, I'll stay my course for another year after this, as that is what I have committed to do, then I will just be a happy helper until The Boy is finished with his public school career.

At that point, I'll have to figure out what I really want to do when I grow up.  It is too much to consider today.  I have to go save the junior high students for moral disintegration.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Hacked

This past weekend I, sadly, had my email hacked.  Yesterday my computer was under repairs and basically got it's guts scoured out.  Today, then, my chore is to reinstall my programs and change all the passwords I can.

What a hassle.

But it is the price we pay in this day and age.  The catch-up work is a hassle though.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Enough Already!

I realize that the GOP has only had three state's primaries thus far, but I have had it.  Can't we just be done already? I'm tired of hearing negative attacks about each of the candidates.  I'm tired of not hearing what the candidates think they can bring to the presidency, solutions they propose and idea of how things could help the country get back to normal.

Didn't these guys ever do debate in high school?  These kind of negative personal attacks really doesn't fit the debate format I remember from speech and debate coaches.  In fact, we'd be disqualified if we pulled the same kind of thing these guys are doing.


The Lincoln-Douglas debates weren't like these today.  But then, Lincoln's ultimate fate isn't quite what these guys are after either.  I just wish they could debate the issues, rather than the other guys' faults.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Never a Dull Moment

Just when I think things are settling down, I get thrown a curve ball.

Since a week or two ago, Genius Golfer has had some increasingly severe pain in one of his teeth.  Over the weekend the pain got severe enough that Tylenol and Advil weren't touching it.  He took a leftover Lortab sometime Saturday night and was completely loopy on Sunday.  (Funny for me; not so much for him.)

Today he finally let me get him an appointment to see our dentist, who graciously saw him as soon as GG could get there.  Yep.  It is time for a root canal.  I figured as much.

So the insurance we do have, doesn't cover any endodontic work.  A root canal is done by an endodontist.  Figures.  Again.

But with some shuffling of money--that is what an emergency fund is for, right?!--he is scheduled for a root canal tomorrow morning about 7 AM.  The endo's office will give us a discount for paying in cash, but it is still quite a chunk of change to put down.  I'm telling myself, "It's only money...this is what moneys is for...and GG is in a lot of pain and needs this done sooner than later."

I never seem to get too comfortable.  And I guess that is just was well.  Curve balls happen and, luckily, we are flexible enough to handle them when they do.  Plus, GG on good drugs for recovery could be pretty funny!

Sunday, January 22, 2012