I don’t want to talk about Obama and Wright anymore.* I just don’t. I’m letting it go for now – November is a long way away, it’ll keep. I refuse to go through all this angst, strain friendships, and give bomb-throwing partisans reasons to fire away,over something that I can’t do anything about right now anyway. So, I’m done with it, for now. Y’all do what you’re going to do.
In other news, my children are turning my world upside down.
My son decided to follow in my daughter’s footsteps, and got in trouble at school for bullying ad fighting. Y’all must think I’m the worst parent ever. Anyway, after getting his story, his friends’ stories, the stories of two different teachers and one principal, I have come to the conclusion that Zaphod gave into peer pressure. He is very vulnerable to it – he has always been overly concerned with “what his friends think”. Doesn’t excuse what he did, but it does explain it somewhat.
He’s also way behind in taking accelerated math quizzes, which comprise most of his grade in math. The kids are expected to take them on their own, and they are judged on how many skills they master. Because he hasn’t been taking the tests, the best he can do is a “C”for this six weeks. Neither of my kids have ever gotten below a “B”. I can hear you laughing now, but it’s not the grade that upsets us, it’s the lack of effort.
My kids also have begged me NOT to take them to Disney World next year. This breaks my heart. They would rather go to California. They want to pan for gold, then maybe go to Disneyland. Gold country is in northern California, right? I keep telling them, California is a huge state – you can’t see the northern part AND the southern part in one trip. Maybe they have some kind of gold panning in southern California.
One thing I know for sure: we have to do SOMETHING Disney next year. I have a Disney Visa, and my points I’ve built up over the years expire in 2009. Maybe I’ll find a way to sneak away with Lintilla to Epcot.
Trillian wants her own bathroom now. No big surprise, really. She’s been trying to steer us to remodel, and we keep telling her we can’t afford it.
This post from Aunt B really, really brought home to me the awesome responsibility I have. And I don’t mean to my daughter, I already feel the full weight of that. At my “other gig”, I do entertainment and celebrity reporting. I won’t talk about how large my readership is, let’s just say it’s beyond my wildest dreams. (Amazingly, I’m still the slacker in my channel). Most of my readers are young women, from about 15-25. Let’s just say there are a LOT of them.
I can’t sit and complain about how the media portrays beauty, I am the media. I am required to post red carpet photos and the like. The photos I choose to display, the comments I make about those photos, and my commentary all have an impact. The show I write about is probably the only body-positive show on television today, so at least I have a head start.
I can only hope and pray that I have the wisdom to always do the right things for these girls and women.
*Those of you who only read me here might ask, “When did you talk about Barack Obama?” I haven’t here, but I’ve been all over the comments at other folks’ blogs.