Facebook Policies

Just a thought for all you parents of teens and preteens or soon to be parents of said group...

Facebook recently revamped their policies to say they basically owned anything you put out there and it was theirs forever. Now this caused a huge uproar and has provoked facebook to reconsider that particular statement. But I have a thought on that. While I wouldn't want facebook to lay claim to my writing as it is mine and they havent paid me, I have to consider another option. Hey don't put something out there that might embarrass you..

Seriously have you SEEN what some people put on their facebook and myspace pages? Parents, take the time to read and monitor your kids pages... I do, much to the chagrin of my children. Having read their stuff pretty regularly now I just go in and do a quick scan and I am out. This is part of my job as a parent, if I don't like what is there, who they are communicating with or what is being said they are done.. the pics, posts and or comments are GONE!!..

By doing this, they tend to not post things that I am not going to like, things I find inappropriate and that leaves little or no room for fear. So Facebook go ahead make your claim, I know for a fact that my kids while, irksome, annoying and obvious pests are not posting things in facebook or myspace that might embarass them later (they do it somewhere else i am sure as they aren't perfect....).

You Don't Know Me

So someone somewhere uses that as a catch phrase.. a line Pita Boy has latched onto with ferver. When ever I am asking him to do something, complaining about his behavior, shoote even all out yelling at him. His response lately is "You don't know me".

hon, I have news for you.... if I don't know you, what the heck are you doing here under my roof, eating my food, harrasing my children (his siblings)? If as you say I don't know you get the heck out.. I mean I don't do this mom thing for the money...

I Think I deserve a Medal

Personally, I think I deserve a medal. I mean it is almost 2 O'Clock on a school holiday, they are all home... and all still breathing..

To me that means I deserve a medal or at least an extra dose of chocolate. Do we give out presidents day presents? and if not we should. To all the mom's out there.. who spend their day running hither and yon, breaking up fights, making meals and snacks and then having to deliver it to them. To all the mom's out there who were SUPPOSED to have a break because the kids are in school, shoot to the ones who don't get a break cuz they are just tooooo young.. I say we find a secret place, drag out the bottle of good wine we have hidden, and dip into that supply of chocolates you had to buy yourself..

Why??? because we let them live.....

The Computer is Down

For some irksome reason beyond my control, my computer has crashed. I will be able to get to this computer occasionally but for the most part will be stuck all alone.

But fear not... the adventures of

Hair Boy
Pita Boy
Word Girl &
Blond Girl

will resume as soon as possible

Hair Boy in All His Logic

Now this morning and early afternoon I had the most amazing thing happen, I had several glorious hours all to myself. No one to pester me, yak at me, demand my attention nothing but peaceful quiet.. oh it was lovely. Of course all good things must come to an end. Hair Boy (who acquires the name for obvious reasons) came home. Now Hair Boy and I have a pretty good relationship and have no problem spending time together in silence.. ok, ok, sometimes too much silence but hey today I appreciated it. We did although have a conversation... it went something like this.


Me: Honey do you have work today?
Hair Boy: yes
Me: what time?
Hair Boy: Later
Me: Ok, (i had assumed later since he was here now)

Later

Hair Boy: ok, i am leaving
Me: oh when will you be back?
Hair Boy: Later
Me: ok, (does that mean later like i will be back for work or this is now later and i am going to work and wont be back until after midnight as it is Friday night?)

unfortunately I didn't think to ask specifics until he had strolled out the door..

Just an Irksome Thought

I know I promised I would not write about the octybaby dilemma anymore in my blogs (well I promised on my other blog) but this relates to me as a mom so I thought I could make an exception.

It seems the octymom is receiving state aid, not necessarily a bad thing in and of itself but it is insulting to those of us who can't get it. I have struggled on the cusp for years and managed to raise my kids for the most part without aid, and certainly without any state aid.. She is receiving social security assistance for having a child with ADHD.. shoot, i could have used that, pita boy at 19 is still having issues we could still use the assistance.. and yet we as do millions of others persevere.. we raise our children (that we had naturally) we clothe them, we feed them and we shelter them all to the best of our ability.

When I find out that our government is going to be paying for her, her medical bills, her food, her shelter, her very life it seems it just irks the heck out of me..

Sometimes He Is Still Just a Little Boy

I don't care if he is almost 21, I don't care if he is taller than just about anyone I know (I say 6'8, he says 6'5.. but he won't stand still long enough to measure), I don't care if he is self supportive and only lives at home to help out with the bills. The hair boy (the official name for son #1 who has hair most of us would kill for), is sometimes still just a little kid.

On Saturday he had gone out with friends, I didn't expect to hear from him unless their was some sort of emergency,when suddenly the phone rang. Word girl condenscended to answer and after finding out who it was tossed it to me.

ME: Hello

Hair Boy: MOM!!!! I got a car!!

ME: really?

Hair Boy: yeah, yeah, it's a boat and a bit older but I am gonna be able to make payments and I can have it today.

ME: That is wonderful! anything else?

Hair Boy: nope bye - hangs up....

Word Girl: so he got a car?

Me: how did you know? (she was sitting about 15 - 20 feet away)

Word Girl: I heard Him...

I seem to remember him being this excited when he won his first swim race, hit his first base hit, came home with his first A. While it is not his first car it is still fun to see that even at his age some things you still have to call your mom to let her know how excited you are.