Friday, October 05, 2012
I'm in with the out crowd.
Spud started preschool last month. And he's going to the same preschool that his older brother attended 11 (ish)years ago.
I was so happy that Spud could go to the same preschool, not only is it convenient to my house, but I recall how just plain awesome the teachers, assistants and just plain everyone was. I stupidly assumed they would still be so awesome and laid back.
What the hell happened to preschool?
The pressure is unbelievable. Not just on the parents but on the kids.
Homework every night? Scissor skills? PENMENSHIP?
SERIOUSLY?
Even when the wee V. was a tot, preschool existed to give your child a place to be social, to understand how to behave in a classroom, interact with your peers.
Get a head start on your alphabet and numbers and make cool crafts.
Ugh.
Friday, July 06, 2012
A poker face I do not have..
A few weeks ago I ran into an ex boyfriend of mine, a rather significant ex actually.
Almost twenty years later and the most predominant thought was "I had sex on the hood of a 69 Shelby Mustang with him"
(head desk) And god I just know that showed on my face.
Almost twenty years later and the most predominant thought was "I had sex on the hood of a 69 Shelby Mustang with him"
(head desk) And god I just know that showed on my face.
Monday, May 07, 2012
What the Fuckery
Two years ago on March 30. My co-worker and dear friend Nardyne Jefferies' 16 year old daughter Brishell Jones was gunned down on South Capitol Street in Washington D.C. after the funeral of a friend. She was shot with an AK-47 from the distance of approximately ten feet. The bullet that killed her, entered under her ear and blew up the opposite side of her head.
It was the deadliest drive by shooting in the the history of Washington D.C.
On February 27th the trial for the five men who shot killing Brishell and four others began. (and I'm not saying accused of killing, these five fucking monsters did it, and there's plenty of evidence to prove it.)
Yesterday, Brishell's best friend Roshauna, who standing next to Brishell took the stand to testify.
She was shot in the knee and the back. The bullet in her back travelled through her and tore up her arm. So she walks with a limp now, and only has partial use of her left arm.
Roshauna and Brishell had been friends since they were toddlers. They'd grown up together, went to private school together and planned to go to the same college in Florida together after graduation.
Roshauna was barely a foot from Brishell. She felt a stinging in her leg and her back, and then she collapsed. When she looked up, there were bodies everywhere including Brishell laying face down in a pool of blood six inches from her hand.
Roshauna still has nightmares, busy streets make her panic, she doesnt like being out at night much anymore.
And yesterday after she gave heartbreaking testimony.
As the Marshall's led the defendants from the courtroom, one of the Carter brothers blew Roshauna a kiss.
And the U.S. Marshall's did nothing.
What the hell kind of world do we live in, that a cold blooded murderer has the right to torment a victim in that way? But a mother who cries when the weapon that was used to blow her childs head off, is asked to be quiet?
It was the deadliest drive by shooting in the the history of Washington D.C.
On February 27th the trial for the five men who shot killing Brishell and four others began. (and I'm not saying accused of killing, these five fucking monsters did it, and there's plenty of evidence to prove it.)
Yesterday, Brishell's best friend Roshauna, who standing next to Brishell took the stand to testify.
She was shot in the knee and the back. The bullet in her back travelled through her and tore up her arm. So she walks with a limp now, and only has partial use of her left arm.
Roshauna and Brishell had been friends since they were toddlers. They'd grown up together, went to private school together and planned to go to the same college in Florida together after graduation.
Roshauna was barely a foot from Brishell. She felt a stinging in her leg and her back, and then she collapsed. When she looked up, there were bodies everywhere including Brishell laying face down in a pool of blood six inches from her hand.
Roshauna still has nightmares, busy streets make her panic, she doesnt like being out at night much anymore.
And yesterday after she gave heartbreaking testimony.
As the Marshall's led the defendants from the courtroom, one of the Carter brothers blew Roshauna a kiss.
And the U.S. Marshall's did nothing.
What the hell kind of world do we live in, that a cold blooded murderer has the right to torment a victim in that way? But a mother who cries when the weapon that was used to blow her childs head off, is asked to be quiet?
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Scattered thoughts..
I used to be good at doing several dozen things at once..but as I've gotten older, not so much.
Fear not, this is not doomed to be a navel gazing sort of post where I lament the loss of cognitive function or whatnot, whinging about all the grown up stuff that's weighing me down.
I'm just wondering how the hell I had so goddamn much energy and why the hell did I waste on such stupid things?
Such is youth I reckon. So much energy, so little common sense.
Fear not, this is not doomed to be a navel gazing sort of post where I lament the loss of cognitive function or whatnot, whinging about all the grown up stuff that's weighing me down.
I'm just wondering how the hell I had so goddamn much energy and why the hell did I waste on such stupid things?
Such is youth I reckon. So much energy, so little common sense.
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