Thursday, March 29, 2007
SECOND...since his visit to the neurologist and a little 'uppage' on the dose of one of his meds, he has been having some much better days at school, and home! Things certainly are not 100%, but it's nice that I'm not so worried about what he is going to do today to get himself sent to alternative school!
***And now back to irregularly scheduled crazy life!***
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Originally uploaded by artsmith_satx.
Nikon is hard to work with...much harder than Kodak. At least when it comes to cropping and resizing pictures. After working on this for a couple of hours, this is the ONE picture that we were able to crop and resize. But, I have no idea what size it is.
Anyway...I took this along I-10 on the way home to San Antonio from Houston on Sunday. Looks like a great year for Bluebonnets!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Thanks to fellow blogger, You da mom!, I was pointed in the direction of THIS article.
Three high school students were suspended from school for saying the word "vagina" during a reading from the excerpt from "The Vagina Monologues", by Eve Ensler! WTF!?! Why would you allow the reading if you are not allowed to say the words from the reading?!? This has got to be the most ridiculous form of banning I have ever heard of!
Yes, I have read the whole article, and yes, even the part where the girls agreed not to say the most hideous of words-VAGINA. But, come on, really...who trusts teenage girls? I was one...and believe me, if given the directive to say or not to say VAGINA, I would have said it. Ask anyone. Even my mom would have to admit to that one, as much as she would like not to! It's the exact reasoning that sent me flying to the bookstore, the library and friends' houses for books on the banned books list. Of course, I was and am a big reader, so if somebody made a big enough deal out of a book, I had to read it just so I would know what they were talking about. I know mom found more than one of those in my room, too.
Anyway, back to trusting teen-age girls and VAGINAS. If you do not want a particular word said at any event or reading, do not allow even the book to be in the reading, much less a direct quote with that exact word in it! The school administrators here are clearly the idiots. Any teenager, not just girls, will defy authority just about whenever possible.
The word VAGINA is one of the technically correct words to use when describing the female genital area. It is the word they use in Health class to describe that particular part of the body when the annual sex education lesson plan comes around. Certainly the teachers don't tell their students that giving birth includes phrases like, "baby grows in utereus", and "cervical dilation", and "the baby exits the body through the twat".
A VAGINA is a part of each one of those girls anatomy's, as it is every other woman's in the world. How is it supposed to make them feel when told that they are not allowed to name parts of their anatomy's, and that those words are bad? This truly upsets me, because I thought those days were long gone. Is it better, in fact, to call a VAGINA a pussy? Twat? Cunt? Does that make anyone feel better? Does that help their self-esteem? I know from firsthand experience that self-esteem building is just about the number one thing schools are focusing on these days, aside from academics, and I don't think using alternate words for VAGINA, like pussy, twat and cunt, or leaving out the word entirely, really fit that bill, and in fact, harkens back to the days when racial slurs were the norm, and when any race, other than the caucasian race, was inferior, less intelligent and frankly, not quite human...just a property that the white man controlled for his own needs.
Do we really want to go back to that?
Monday, March 12, 2007
Thank goodness Mom was here Wednesday through Sunday, and she planned ahead with some art projects for the kids, and of course I always have popsicle sticks and tape handy. Plus, there is always the vacuumimg and dusting they can do...hey, Allison's the one with the asthma problems, so I think it's only fair that she is responsible for keeping the breathing air clean, right??? ;) Anyway...it'll be our turn to go visit mom in a few days...probably right after the rain clears our area and follows it down to ours! ha!
In other news...NOT happy with the Baby Nikon right now. Finally got the software loaded onto the computer, uploaded all 297 pictures. All is going well. Then it asks me if I want to go ahead and delete the pictures from my camera...wow! This is full service! Kodak didn't do that. So yeah, what the hell, let's do it. So now all pictures are deleted from the camera-full fresh memory is ready to go! And I'm groovin' along, adding tags and comments to some of the pictures when, BAM!!! Up pops this window saying something like, 'Oopsy! We've encountered a problem and have to shut down now and you and your pictures are fucked.' ALL, and I do mean EVERY SINGLE ONE of my pictures are GONE! Most of the pictures I was just playing anyway, but, there were a few really neat ones of the kids in action, some for the 'Flickr-Club-SA.com', and a whole entire 'Starbucks Series' that was really good!
I sat in Starbucks one day for an hour or so and took a bunch of pictures of Claire in stripey tights (!) and the atmosphere and the things people bring into Starbucks...like luggage...real, live, in use, sets of luggage. Why? We aren't in an airport-or even close to one. I don't think there is a luggage store around there, like they just bought some luggage and were stopping in Starbucks on their way out. Plus, had tags and stuff on them and they were definitely used. Couldn't they have just left them in the trunk of their car? Are they full of diamonds? Hundreds of thousands of dollars? The coolest shoes ever??? If so, why not leave one person in the car with the shoes, and let the other one run in and get their drinks?
People ask me why I love Starbucks so much, and this is why...Sociology, with a little Psychology thrown in. The sociology part is the best, though. You get every type of person in there, and they all seem to feel comfortable going there. Students in there studying with their books and laptops; some scary looking people; your average Betty Homemaker; new moms with tiny babies who have to get out of the house before they kill themselves; the very 'Social Elite' (or they think) who, frankly, I'm surprised are able to lower themselves to the Starbucks general public; business men and women running in and out; and...at least in my particular Starbucks...the VERY arrogant doctor who I like to play games with and try to beat him there by 11:45 and take the chair, "HIS CHAIR", where he sits for an hour to an our and a half every single day. He HAS TO be a surgeon...the only people with that much arrogancy and egos that big are surgeons, pilots, and the strain of Smith's I come from...and Aunt Carol-don't fall off your chair laughing at this! rofl!!! (Because it is absolutely true, y'all!) Anyway...the doctor. I LOVE to beat him in the chair race!!! I actually don't even like that chair because my back is against the door, but, when I win I have full view of all of his glares and utter distaste and disgust for me, for having the nerve to throw off his whole entire day, because his little was disrupted by having to sit in another spot. If he is there first, I really don't mind, because I get to sit by the windows and observe the wonderful little things life is made of, like this...the man who comes and gets a drink for himself and a cup of whipped cream for his two dogs to share.