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Showing posts with label in the news. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

ii

Today is Election Day.  We had some pretty important races here in Florida – Governor, Senate, to name just a couple.  Timon and I received our ballots in the mail fairly early, and if anything, it has increased the campaign phone calls we get.  My favorites have been from the celebrities/former politicians who are asking for our votes for the candidate they’ve endorsed.  So far we’ve heard from Pres. Bill Clinton, Star Jones, and Gov. Jeb Bush.  Another candidate’s mother called us.  It’s annoying.  But we vote anyway.

Why should we vote?

    • To speak your mind
    • To make politicians listen
    • For your children
    • For your community
    • For yourself
    • To honor history
    • To control your future
    • To stop something
    • To start something
    • To win

…Because we can.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

fully aware

October is so weird.  Usually we’re still running our A/C full force until the end but this year we’ve had several days of GORGEOUS warm, breezy, sunny, dry days followed by cool, dry nights.  My happiness level soars to new heights when I can open the windows in my house and actually go outside without sweating uncomfortably. 

Speaking of being uncomfortable, can I tell you how uncomfortable the whole LETS MAKE EVERYTHING PINK SO THAT PEOPLE WILL BE MORE “AWARE” OF BREAST CANCER (AND BUY OUR PINK STUFF) October campaign makes me?  Do people truly still not know that breast cancer exists, and kills people (women and men) every day?  Do we NEED to buy items like this to make us more aware?

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Seriously?   And don’t even get me started on THIS, which popped up on Regretsy’s facebook page this morning.  It’s not for the faint-of-heart or prudish, so clicker beware.

My cousin Carmine made a great point last night on facebook about that ridiculous status update we’ve all been seeing about where women put their purses.  I know it’s meant to be a funny way of promoting awareness, like how everyone posted their bra colors last year.  That was ridiculous, too.  So this morning he put up a link to a breast self-exam diagram, and I shared it on my page, too.  And here it is, in case you have never seen one, or have forgotten how.  I have decided to ignore the research that says self-exams are not effective, as well as that which says mammograms shouldn’t be done on women younger than 50.  I myself have found lumps on more than one occasion (all non-cancerous) through self-exams that I’ve been doing since I was in college.  When I was 21 I had a lump removed. 

  • Know your family history of cancer, and share it completely with your doctor.
  • Do monthly self-exams (this is particularly helpful if, like me, you have lumps that appear periodically.  You’ll learn to tell the difference between something that’s typical for you and something that’s unusual and bears further testing).
  • Don’t ignore your gut telling you that you should be checked out.

Doing these three things above will do a hell of a lot more to solve the problem of breast cancer than buying a pink swiffer.

Monday, March 01, 2010

a list

  • I would like to see some Olympic events (winter or summer, it doesn't matter) in person sometime in my life, preferably before I'm in a wheelchair or in The Home.

  • I wish I could just do things that need to be done.  I'm so, so lazy.  Anything I don't HAVE to do doesn't get done, it seems.  I really hate this about myself.

  • I am thrilled at how long our weather has stayed cool.  It will make the warm days (who am I kidding... the HOT-AS-HADES days) that are coming be a little less annoying.  My bones feel cooled off.

  • Henry's getting his hair trimmed today for the first time since August.  After he came home SCALPED from his last haircut, I decided to take over the haircutting arrangements for him.  He wants to look like Leeland




    He's off to a good start.  But it is getting really shaggy and it's time for some cleaning up.

  • My week with my sister, niece, cousin, and nephew (I'm just going to go ahead and refer to him that way, regardless of it's correctness.  It's more reflective of our relationship than calling him my first cousin, once removed.) was SO wonderful.  It cements my resolve to one day build a compound where we can all live together.


Tuesday, February 16, 2010

catching up


  • This morning, Timon brought me towels warm from the dryer for me to use after my shower.  I think I would like this to happen every day of my life.  It was truly luxurious.  I imagine that it’s how people who buy things from the Sky Mall catalog must live.


  • Speaking of Sky Mall, my sister and cousin and their sweet babies are coming to visit us next Monday!  I’m so, so happy about this.  The thought of their arrival is almost all that is sustaining me through this week.  That, and warm towels. 


  • I realize I didn’t make a clear connection between Sky Mall and my sister and cousin coming to visit just now.  Allow me to explain - You see, usually whenever one of us travels to see the others, we peruse the Sky Mall catalog on the plane, and fold down the corners of pages featuring items we think the others will particularly enjoy.  And by “enjoy”, I mean “find totally ridiculous.”  That little publication never lets us down.  What, you don’t do this when you’re traveling?  Boy, are you missing out.


  • The Olympics are KILLING.ME.SOFTLY.WITH.THE.TIRED.  All you people with DVR don’t know how lucky you have it.  I either must stay up thanks to Bob Costas and his teasing me with the major events kept to the very END OF THE BROADCAST, that’s midnight, people; or miss the action entirely and catch up on results the next day via the internets.  Internets aren’t as fun when it comes to the Olympics.  Bob Costas, you are a mean, mean man, with your inexplicably dark hair that used to be blond.  Am I right, dear readers reader?  Am I RIGHT?!


  • Speaking of raven-haired Bob, we turned on the tv at 8pm, like faithful little lemmings following Bob to the edge of the CLIFF OF MIDNIGHT (v. v. tired) and saw this:

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    I have no words.  Except to say I could use fewer features about polar bears and instead, could you please move the pairs figure skating finals up about an hour, Bob Costas?

Monday, December 07, 2009

wait, what?

I hinted a bit ago about some work changes what were coming up, and they came up a bit sooner than expected. Most of you know that I work full time already at our church as Director of Youth and Young Adult Ministries and Office Assistant. (Could I HAVE a longer job title? APPARENTLY. Read on.) It's been hard, wonderful, challenging, rewarding, and interesting work for over 5 years. Originally our Contemporary Worship Leader was going to be moving on at the first of the year, but he decided to move that up and make Nov. 22 his last day with us. My pastor and boss, PC, had asked me some time ago if I would be able to move into that position and I said yes. I have been singing with the praise band for about 6 years and have long wanted to participate in additional ways within the worship service. I don't get any pay for this work and right now, it doesn't even matter - I am already stretching and growing in ways that are priceless after only 2 Sundays in this gig. The only problem: getting my entire job title out before I run out of breath. I should just tell people that my official position is That Girl Who Does Lots Of Stuff.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

twenty-fourth

Babies are all over the place right now!
  • Turkey was born today! I'm sure eventually my cousin will share the news on her blog so I'll wait until she gets to it before I spread it all over here. If you're a FB friend you already know... If you could send up a prayer for this sturdy little man while he's trying to figure out the whole oxygenation thing in the NICU for a few more hours, that would be great.

  • Timon's cousin had her first baby, a girl named Isabella, this morning at 4:30!

  • A youth-pastor acquaintance of mine in Ft. Lauderdale had been hospitalized with pregnancy-induced hypertension for about a week - she had to deliver her son Eli last night at 29 weeks, 6 days. He weighs 2lbs, 11ozs! He is obviously in great need of prayer as well, for he'll surely have a long road ahead.

  • And last but not least, ARMADILLO will finally make his appearance tomorrow! Farah is a superwoman and I'm sure she'll appreciate prayers and good wishes headed her way as she gets admitted early tomorrow a.m. Her 17 month old first son has NO IDEA what's headed his way! Go Farah!



    Phew! That's all I know about right at the moment. Exciting times for all these new families - so much to be thankful for.

Friday, July 24, 2009

matriculated

Today, just 2 hours ago, Henry had his preschool graduation. I’ll just pause for a moment, to gather myself. You may need a minute for yourselves.


We looked at the program. Naturally, Henry was a star – the first solo performance was him as “Wee Willie Winkie.” We also made sure Maria was tanked up and ready to behave herself. I told her not to act out and draw attention from her brother. This was HIS DAY.

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Ok, I started crying the second the kids started walking through the door. After settling down, I got up and did what every good parent does at such an occasion – taking pictures. After the preliminaries, Henry got up and got dressed for his big star turn. He was so, so good.

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winkie

After all the other children did their nursery rhymes, they sang “I Believe I Can Fly,” which seriously cracks me up. Sorry. It was cute and fine and I’m just cynical. Then they all got their diplomas, and of course there was a lovely sea green pole right in the way – but you’ll get the idea.

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diploma

There was some of Henry’s artwork on the wall, and he describes it thus: “That’s a picture of a snail, and it’s raining. There’s some grass. And there’s a flower next to it, growing.”

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And then we took our turn with the cap and gown for the official graduate photo. We also sweet-talked some nice mom into taking a family photo, which turned out quite well.

cap & gown

family

Thursday, September 25, 2008

oh, for heaven's sake.

This is our local weather forecast for tonight (emphasis is mine):

Some clouds this evening will give way to mainly clear skies overnight. Near record low temperatures. Low 72F. Winds NNE at 10 to 20 mph.

Well, we'd better bundle up and cover the plants. If that's not the most ridiculous thing you have ever read, I've got another one: This morning, Henry went out the door to school and said, "It sure is cold out here!" It was 75 degrees. I'm not sure if you all can truly understand how sad that makes me; that my preferred HIGH temperature is what qualifies for COLD in my son's mind. Seriously.


Friday, July 04, 2008

breaking news weather alert

Have you heard? Little Bertha is a tropical storm! We're so proud.

For a storm that's not going to come close to the U.S. coast, our local news weather is spending an awfully large amount of time covering the predicted path. Welcome to Florida's news, from June through November.

I'm sure my cryptic comment about not watching the Olympics this year has at least one person puzzled. I know this because someone left a comment expressing that very sentiment. I am very observant. Even I'm puzzled by my impulse about not watching. Anyone who knows me a little is aware that I am always eager to watch swimming competitions, and the Olympics are usually the only time that doing so is ever possible. I also just really love watching the Olympics, no matter what sport is on. I choke up at the human interest stories, I love medals ceremonies, and rooting for the home team is great.

I've been reading about the Chinese preparations for this year's Olympics - they're cleaning the place up and getting ready to put on a good show for the world. All host cities do this, of course. When I was in Athens in 2007 there were obvious signs that the city had been prepared for an onslaught of visitors. I just can't help but be concerned about how wretchedly many Chinese women and children are treated. My heart breaks for the Chinese Christians who are still forced to worship underground with one Bible to share between 20 families.

Believe me, I have no illusion that my not watching the Olympics is going to do anything to change these situations. It's just bizarre to watch millions (billions?) of dollars being spent on these games by the host country when many millions of their citizens are starving, babies are being abandoned, women are being forced to abort their unborn children against their will, and Christian leaders are being jailed for preaching the Gospel.

Friday, June 20, 2008

mrs. my-last-name-here, you have a lovely daughter

Yes, it's true! A female! The ultrasound tech only did one measurement (the abdomen, which she pronounced perfect, of course) before she got to the good stuff; she calmly announced that this baby was a little girl. I think both of us were surprised - I mean, duh, we knew that this was one of the two options, but still, when you've been saying he/his/boy/son for over four years, it takes some getting used to, all these female identifiers. She did move on and measure everything else and the placenta location - all is well in every area.

Now to your questions: Yes, we have a name picked. And sorry, it's a secret until she emerges from within. It's not bizarre, but it's not terribly common these days either - sort of like Henry was five years ago when we picked that one. Now everybody's naming their kid Henry. Maybe we'll begin the resurgence of this name, too. For now, I'll refer to her as Bertha. Other names suggested have been: Matilda, Shaniqua, Cherry, Andrea (nice try, sissa), and all my girl youth group members have offered their own names, of course. I will tell you that Bertha's real name is made up of family names, and that it's a gorgeous name.

Henry was funny when he heard the news. He was perfectly pleasant about it, even when he said that he thought it was supposed to be a boy baby. He was more tickled by the mouse arrow the tech left on the screen for the picture he looked at. He did say one funny comment though - "Now I'll have a girlfriend!" Ay yi yi.

Thanks for all the sweet comments, everybody. It's nice to know at least 7 people are reading. I'll be away this weekend so I won't get to read or post, but hopefully I'll be much more relaxed than I've been the last 2 weeks.

Here's two of the pictures - the tech was AWESOME and turned on the 3D so we could get a look at her face, which she did not have to do, especially since we weren't paying extra. The first one is a regular 2D profile, with little Bertha showing us her gang affiliation. The second is our first view of her beautiful self, and I think she looks quite like her big brother.


Saturday, December 22, 2007

christmas vacation

Yep, I'm watching that classic on TBS right now... It's so so so funny. Tomorrow right after church we are taking off on a 10-hour drive back to the very heart of Dixie (it used to say that right on the license plates) to spend the week with Timon's parents, sisters, and other assorted relatives. I'm sure it will be a delightful time and a very merry Christmas will be had by all.

If you are keeping up with the Eric Volz story, you know that he is out of Nicaragua, but has gone into hiding because of death threats and fears of pursuit by vigilantes who are convinced that he's guilty. Another troubling thing is that I read an AOL News article about it, and most of the comments on the story are from uninformed cave-people who know absolutely nothing about the facts. It's pretty disturbing reading - lots of statements that he must be guilty, or that because he's a Christian, President Bush pulled some strings "unlike how he would for a Muslim or even a Democrat". I guess that's why they call it free speech. At least he is safe for Christmas.

Henry received one of these for Christmas from some nice folks at church who watch him from time to time - it's hilarious.


He calls it his computer and talks back to the little character on the screen who gives the instructions for each activity. When it says, "Push the button for the letter that comes after J," sometimes it takes a minute for Henry to find the right button. The character will repeat the instructions, and then Henry will say, "Okay, Man! I am looking! Stop talking to me, Man!" Another instance of the Man putting pressure on the little people.

Friday, December 21, 2007

hope ***now with more news***

Read this CNN.com story for the latest on Eric - I'm filled with hope.

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Dave just emailed me this link and CNN.com also says Eric and his mom have left Nicaragua. THANK YOU, GOD!!!!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

outrageous.

I first heard the story of Eric Volz from my friend Dave, whom I met on my trip to Greece last winter. This story has gotten some national media attention, having been featured on Dateline and the Today Show several times each. Dave's friend Eric is a young American who was living in Nicaragua, creating and publishing a magazine devoted to "sustainable development and lifestyle." Eric was two hours away from San Juan Del Sur on Nov. 21, 2006 when his ex-girlfriend was murdered. Despite the fact that none of the overwhelming physical evidence at the scene could be tied to Eric and that at least 10 witnesses and other conclusive evidence placed him in Managua during the possible crime hours, he was convicted and sentenced to 30 years in prison. Please read the Facts page at the Friends of Eric Volz website for the more complete and more infuriating details of this atrocious case. Also take the time to watch this video.



On Monday, his case was finally heard in the appellate court of Nicaragua. The judges there overturned his conviction and sent orders to the prosecuting judge to sign release papers immediately. She arranged to meet the American embassy officials and Eric's attorney at the court at 2pm, and then left the courthouse at 1:30, leaving orders not to be disturbed. As far as I've heard she has not returned, nor has she signed the release papers. What this has done is allow the media to stir up enough of a frenzy to where the threat to Eric being able to leave the country safely is in real danger, whenever or if the prosecuting judge signs the release.

Eric and his family are urgently in need of prayer. He has said over and over in the rare letters he's been able to send just how much the prayers of so many are sustaining him throughout this nightmare. Please share this story with everyone you know, and click on this link for instructions on how to write your senator/congressperson to plead on Eric's behalf. There is hope for this year-long ordeal to end before Christmas - and although Eric's health is poor right now due to being imprisoned and denied his asthma medication, he could spend the holidays back in the US with his family in Nashville.

Monday, July 23, 2007

suffrage

It's not just a privilege, it's your RIGHT to go here (click on the orange word) and vote for my friends in the John Kelly Band to move on in the "Living Room.....Live!" contest on CBS' The Early Show. It appears you can vote as many times as you have time to sit there and click. You have until Wednesday night, and the winner will be announced on the show Thursday morning. The segment aired this morning at about 8:45, so set your VCR's and TIVO's for the 8:00 hour of the show on Thursday to see the winner. Don't forget to vote vote vote!!!


In other events around the country, there's a Hen Party at my house this week, starting whenever you fine ladies want to show up. All ladies who like: a) to laugh at pictures of yourself during your most awkward stages of life; b) enjoy a good board game; c) like good food; and/or d) all of the above are invited. Transportation from the airport is included, along with luxury accommodations on various couches in the area. Lavieri DNA recommended, but not required. RSVP in the comments section.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

oh my stars!

WOW. That's all I have to say about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It was a great read. I plowed through all 750 pages yesterday from 9 am - 5 pm. My wonderful husband took care of our son so I could concentrate on the book. I loved it. I'm going to start over this afternoon, taking my time to absorb the details. JK Rowling really wrapped things up for HP fans, answering a lot of questions and finishing out the series with an amazing book. I sort of can't believe there won't be another one. But, leave 'em wanting more, that's what I always say. (I'm not sure when in actuality I have ever said that.)

Occasionally I sing with my friend John Kelly and his band, creatively named The John Kelly Band. Tomorrow morning, they will be seen on CBS' Early Show sometime between 7-9 am. They're in a contest and you can vote to help them get to go to NYC to perform LIVE on the show! Follow this link for directions how to vote sometime after 9 am tomorrow and vote as many times as you can. You can see the video here if you miss the show tomorrow morning. They deserve this big break - I'm so proud to know them.

And, my friend and summer intern Matthias has started his own blog. You should read it!

Thursday, June 07, 2007

just when you thought you'd seen it all

So..... today's been unusual for a couple of reasons. Not only did Henry sleep until 7:40 this morning (an hour longer than normal), but I had a threat made against my life as well. What???

This morning at Vacation Bible School I noticed that one of the youth was wearing a pair of sunglasses that had been used as a prop for a photo earlier in the week. I had left them upstairs on a table in the church, and this young person - we'll call him Junior -had been upstairs last night for youth group. I went upstairs and double-checked that the sunglasses were in fact gone, and discovered that they were. So, I went back downstairs and pulled him aside to call him on what he'd obviously done. Junior gave the glasses back, but had nothing to say, even when I told him that doing what he'd done was a slap in the face of all the people of our church that have bent over backwards for him MANY times. I also told him that this means I was going to have to watch him from now on. He took off, cussing (barely) under his breath. About 5 minutes later, he came back in, which was fine - I had not told him to leave entirely. He went into another area where some more youth were hanging out and said, "I'm gonna mess her up.", and raised up his shirt to show them the handle of a gun (are you all FREAKING out?!?). He said, "I'm gonna kill her." The other kids asked Junior who, and he said my name. During this I was in the other room realizing that his presence was just going to be more trouble than I wanted to deal with, so I came to find him to ask him to leave. He did, cussing and talking crap all the way. I went and found the other youth, just to tell them that this boy was no longer allowed to be at church today, and they told me what he'd said and what he showed them.

Now, I should tell you that I never really believed that Junior would actually shoot me, even if he did have a real gun. He runs his mouth like a pretend tough guy all the time, and lies easier than anyone I know. But even so I felt like the police ought to be involved. So I called, and after about 8 or 10 minutes a cruiser pulled up. He took my statement and information, as well as the kids who heard and saw what the boy was up to. Later, he came back and showed me what he confiscated from Junior. I want you to figure out which of these two items is real, and which is fake.






Now, it's no secret that I despise the availability of guns in this country - it's far, far too easy for any old yahoo to get his hands on one (or many) if they want one bad enough. The wack-jobs in the NRA who have perverted the 2nd Amendment of our Constitution in order to justify and provide for the gun manufacturers disgust me. (Take note - I DO NOT BELIEVE that every gun owner is a bad person, or that just because you might own a gun means that it might be used for something criminal.) But can you all believe that one of those pictures is of a "Pellet Gun?" This is what the boy today had in his waistband. If you can't tell the difference, you're not alone. The police officer went to the boy's home to talk with him. He told him what we'd said, and Junior gave him some song and dance about how I'd pissed him off. The officer was good - he talked Junior into showing him what he'd had in his waistband, and he turned it over. It was a "toy" gun, one that looked exactly like the 2nd picture above. The top picture is a real gun, one carried by all the police officers in our city. The bottom picture is of a toy pellet gun that you can get online for less than $15. When the officer was showing it to me, he pointed out many features that make this toy more than resemble an actual weapon. He said that if anyone pulled this out and pointed it when any police officer was around, that person would be shot dead. In 17 years in law-enforcement, he'd never seen such an accurate copy of a gun.

So, my life was never in real danger, as I'd thought. But I'm so scared for this kid. If he got one of these fakes, he can get another. And who knows who Junior will show it to next, who won't be as skeptical as I was about his threat. That person might have the real thing, and then tragedy will strike. I was so happy that the police officer took the other youth aside when he came back and showed them the fake gun, told them the consequences of pulling that gun on anyone, and also made sure they knew that if they saw something like that, we should never assume it's a fake. We should assume it's real, and get away. He also congratulated them effusively for telling me what they heard and saw. I am so proud that these three did the right thing.

Hopefully the rest of the day will be less exciting than this. Who knows? Henry could nap 'till 5 pm.

Friday, May 11, 2007

sputter, sputter, cough, cough, choke **updated

The smoke is back. Doesn't it figure, as soon as Timon gets this awesome playset for Henry (courtesy of his VERY generous grandparents) put together, and Henry's home all day to play outside on it, the National Weather Service recommends children, elderly, and those with respiratory problems to stay indoors. It's thicker than on Tuesday and I can smell it indoors this time. Thanks a lot, former-Tropical Storm Andrea, for sending this loveliness our way. They don't anticipate relief until Sunday. So Henry's outside birthday party tomorrow should be fantastic! Pray for the air to clear! For now, just imagine the kids on this playset are Henry and his friends, and the adults are me and Timon.


***update: When I went over to the church just now, I noticed ash all over my car. It's hard to breathe and now I completely stink from 5 minutes outside. GROSS.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

smoke gets in your eyes

This morning we woke up to the smell of wood fire. I thought, well... I know it's cooled off a little in the last 36 hours, but seriously! A fire? That's overkill, even for these wimpy Floridians. But then I looked outside at the haze, and then I went outside... it smells like everyone in our town is simultaneously having a Memorial Day BBQ a little early. Turns out there are some wild brush fires in our state, and the winds have blown the resulting smoke our way. And here's the irony - it's actually cool enough outside to where I would normally open up the windows and turn off the A/C. But I'd rather my house not smell like the kitchen at Chili's, if it's all the same to you.

In other news, four years ago today, I was told that I'd have a baby in 5 more days! Yes, Saturday is the BIG 3rd birthday. I can't even believe it! We're having a cowboy party and everything. You're all invited.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

a sad day for huskies fans

Poor UCONN. Losing to Rutgers must feel pretty crummy, especially since 8 days ago you whupped up on them by 26 points. I hope you'll fare better in the tournament, even though you're such young ladies. And as Henry said last night, "Goooooo HUSSIES!" (That in no way implies that the Lady Huskies are at all promiscuous. It's just how he pronounces it.)

In Henry news: This morning he brought Timon's binoculars (in my next post I'll explain the fascination with the binoculars) into the bedroom and strapped them on as he has seen our friends do with their guitars. He then said, "You ready, guys? One, Two, Free, Go! Twinkle, Twinkle Wittoo Star, how I wonder ut you are..." It was hilarious. The other night, he had eaten all of his dinner without incident (usually it takes some persuasion), so we let him pick a treat from his treat bag. He chose a red, heart-shaped lollipop and was very happy with himself. He gave it one lick and said, "Oooo-hooo-hoo! Yummy!" We asked him if it was good and he replied, "Yes. I LOVE it."

On another note: We've been having some issues with a girl in Henry's preschool class. He's come home with a bite mark and two scratches over the last month or so. Henry has told us that it's this girl by name, several times - although we certainly realize that he might not always be able to understand how to tell us the whole truth and all the details. The good news is that the school does realize that there's a problem, even though they can't really talk to us about it because of some privacy policies they have. I know that the girl must have had a terrible home situation since she uses quite a colorful vocabulary in her sweet little voice. She's getting some kind of therapy (I happened to witness some folks working with her the other day) and I just feel bad for her that she can't express herself in other ways. I just don't want my son to keep getting bitten and scratched! Yesterday the aide in the room didn't even notice the scratch on his face, which bothers me and Timon quite a bit. But we told the director of the school about it and I hope she'll stay on top of things the way she should. We are definitely considering the reality that we might have to change schools - although we REALLY don't want to... we love the main teacher in his room and how close it is to Timon's work. Right now we're just praying and hoping that this poor little girl can get the help she needs and that she'll quit hurting my son and any other kids.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

back me up on this, people

Tell me I am not the only one who thinks these parents need some serious detention (or a sound horse-whipping, whichever you'd prefer):

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ABC News (Jan. 4) -- At a high school in McKinney, Texas, officials say a group of five cheerleaders recently got out of control. Dubbed the "Fab Five," they acted like they could get away with almost anything and refused to bend to authority. They repeatedly skipped class, insulted their instructors, and terrorized their coach, their fourth coach in just one year. The Fab Five even posted sexually suggestive pictures of themselves on MySpace, but that still wasn't enough for the school to take their pompoms away.
In an exclusive interview with "Good Morning America," Michaela Ward, the coach that the Fab Five drove out, said the girls were beyond discipline. "Unfortunately these girls were given power that any teenager would have completely abused. They were untouchable. They were invincible. The rules did not apply to them," Ward said. "There was no accountability. They knew that I had absolutely no power to discipline." The school finally took action. Now, two questions are being asked: What took so long? And who is to blame?
Some are pointing fingers at the mother of the clique's ringleader, who was also the school's principal. "This culture developed where the principal's daughter and her friends were above consequences," said attorney Harold Jones, who was hired by the school district to look into complaints about the cheerleaders. In his report, Jones found the girls' influence at their high school was pervasive. There seemed to be no limits to their shenanigans. "They took my cell phone and sent dirty text messages to my husband and to another coach," Ward said. Though Ward was the cheerleading coach, she felt incapable of disciplining the girls. "Everything I did, I was undermined by the principal and the administration. I was never kept in the loop," she said.
"Right after some risque photos are placed on MySpace in their cheerleader uniforms and they're on probation, it takes a whole week to decide that they won't be kicked off the squad," Jones said.
In December, the principal resigned as part of a settlement in which she received $75,000 and a letter of recommendation for her next job. The former principal's attorney says she denies shielding her daughter from punishment. But Jones says it wasn't just the principal who was at fault. He says the entire school administration and parents who didn't enforce the rules are also to blame. "Kids are going to be kids. They're going to figure out ways to push your limits," Jones said. "Adults have to be adults." Rosalind Wiseman, an educator on teens and parenting, and author of the book "Queen Bees and Wannabee's," sees the Texas cheerleading debacle as part of a wider problem with kids and power. "This is about kids having more power than adults, and them getting away with things no matter how old they are," she said. Wiseman said that if parents wanted to prevent their kids from running amok, they couldn't be afraid to punish them. "Some parents today feel that their No. 1 job is to protect their child, and it's not," she said. "Their job is to raise an ethical child, which means holding them accountable for bad behavior."
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Oh, my stars. I have zero trouble believing that these accusations against the cheerleaders and probably the mother/principal are true. Kids will do whatever they're allowed to do. This has been the same throughout many generations. Lots of older folks today complain that the kids these days are running wild and are much worse than kids of their own era. I'll tell you from experience and observation that it's VERY rarely the kid who's at fault. Kids have not changed one bit. It's the PARENTS who have changed. Parents went from expecting their children to act right (and producing consequences when they didn't), to wanting their kids to FEEL good, no matter what the consequences would be for their child's future or society as a whole. You would not believe the crap I would hear from teenagers and grown-ups alike (sometimes I still hear it from my current youth, but less so) when I was teaching junior and high school. I was expected to place zero obligations on these students, and to ignore repeated flaunting of my rules and school rules. I, too, was undermined and ignored by the school administration and the parents. Students told me constantly that they'd only respect me if I respected them. Unfortunately, their version of "respecting them" consisted of not marking them tardy, not caring if they brought homework in, passing them despite consistent test failure and lack of class participation, and ignoring their in-class conversations. If I called them on any of that, I was "disrespecting" them. Seriously.
So do any of you have experiences with this? I'm expected in my current job as a youth pastor (and also the fact that God has directed me to) to do right by teenagers - to show them God's love and a consistent adult presence who cares about their lives. It makes me crazy to see some of their parents not doing the same: allowing them to run all over the neighborhood, not giving them intelligent consequences when they mess up. And at home: Don't worry, if for some reason you ever have to discipline my son or other potential future children - I will NEVER be that mom who says, "No way... not MY son. He'd never do that." It takes a village, people. And that, my friends, is just about the only point I'll concede to Hillary Clinton on.


******THIS JUST IN******
After I posted this, I took a look at the main blog page (what you're seeing now) and the Jack Handy Deep Thought at the time was this: "A man doesn't automatically get my respect. He has to get down in the dirt and beg for it."

Those are words to live by.