Friday, February 26, 2010

Spin Cycle- Confessions...

Ok, yes.  I'm double dipping on this spin cycle.  To, once again, not really answer the question.

The idea of confessing brought up an image in my mind the minute I read it.  Stained glass windows, dark pews and little, old Italian ladies sitting in those pews.   The smells of burning candles, old lady perfume and pledge  (who polishes the pews?  ever wonder?  a story for another time.)  The sounds of tiny beads clicking and whispered prayers.

As a small child, my Mom would bring us back to her old church in the Bronx every once in a while, so that she could go to confession there.  Old school Catholics are big on Confession.  You must pay for your inequities on you knees with whispered promises and repenting words.  Whether or not you mean them is a whole different story.  Whether or not you choose to tell the whole story is a story unto itself.
So, we would go.  Sometimes we'd pick up my Aunt in Yonkers, and she'd come along.  They would wear dresses and cover their hair (did I mention that this was old school?).  You'd walk in and find a pew.  There would already be a scattering of women there (it was almost always all women- why is that?)  They would be saying the rosary.  

Some women had fancy beads.  Some were painted, some were crystal.  Big and small.  Some weren't even all that nice to look at, just little black or pink or white plastic beads knotted together.  They were all worn smooth with years of praying by their owners.  Everyone had their own, I'm pretty sure nobody had to lean over to borrow some from their neighbor.  I wasn't old enough to understand the rosary, or to understand the concept of confession and forgiveness, but I understood the feeling.

It was one of the most peaceful, calm places on earth.  The only noises were the clicking of the beads, and the whispers of the ladies.  They had come in feeling out of sorts, like something had gone awry, the train was slipping off the track.  They had come in asking God to forgive them their indiscretions, the petty problems and help them back on the straight and narrow.  They had spoken to the priest, listen to his advice, received their penance.  But I'm pretty sure absolution came from praying on their beads.  Letting the problems of daily life go and giving themselves over, even for just a few minutes, to God's grace.  In a world where things change in a minute, the rosary always stayed the same.  You won't ever reach into your pocketbook to find that suddenly there are 4 decades, instead of 3.  There will always be a sign of the cross at the beginning and the end.  And God is always listening.

The Spin Cycle- I confess...

Today's Spin Cycle is confessions.  Getting all those nagging "I'm a bad person" things off of your chest and then feeling better for the confession.  But you guys know me.  I'm rarely one to hold my misdeeds.  I tell you all about it when I suck.  Forgiveness or not, to know me is to know that I'm not perfect.  

Instead, today I will bring you The Seven Deadly Sins.  Because I think we need a refresher course:

Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.

Envy is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation. 

Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.

Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.

Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.

Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

While I will admit that I've probably dipped into each of these at least once (did I mention that I'm not on the fast track to eternal salvation?), Pride is probably the one I fall victim to the most.  I am one of those people who has a hard time admitting I'm wrong, or asking for help.  Some call it a fierce sense of independence, but in the end, it's Pride.  Occasionally, I do more than just admit it and feel bad.  I actually work on making it better.  And by dribs and drabs, it has gotten better.  You should have seen me at 20.  I was like a bad James Dean flick, without the good hair and leather jacket.

What about you?  Sliding into Sloth?  Give into Gluttony?  Come on, you know you have.  It's ok.  We'll forgive you over here at the Badger Den.  Just promise you'll try harder next time.

Have a good weekend all.  -MB

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

RTT- I'm weak...

Tuesday, Tuesday. Hmmmm, knew I was supposed to do something. Oh, yeah. Random thoughts. Well, here goes.

-> An Update- For those of you who offered your kind encouragement on Friday, thank you. I should mention that I've already failed. I took a sip of PB's Coke on Sunday. Because he was waving it all in my face. It was only a sip (he had 3 cans that day!), but that's not the point. I caved. I'm back on track, though. I promise. The guilt killed me. All I could think of was the nice, encouraging things people said. I'll do better from now on.

-> My replacement drink of choice has become Snapple Peach Iced Tea. Now, it's no Coke. By any stretch of the imagination. But the caffeine will do in a pinch. And I like the Random Facts inside the bottle cap. For instance, did you know that camels have 3 eyelids? Neither did I. Thank you Snapple.

->I shall now offer up a cute picture of the boys for all of you who are more the "picture magazine" over "long novel" types.

Today's pictures are from LG's 2 year pictures. Our photographer came to the house a few weeks ago and spent an hour trying to get my 2 year old to look cute. He's a brave soul.

Note the huge mark on his nose. From school. Where he was trying to impress the girls, or something of that sort, I'm sure. He's a boy, no doubt about it. And everybody knows, chicks dig scars.

->LG's favorite book (this week) is "No More Diapers for Ducky". It's a good book. I really like it. However, the pictures have been bothering me for a while. I wasn't sure what my eyes thought was wrong about the little cartoon duck and pig in the story. Nag. Nag. Nag. What the hell? Ahhh, there it is. The duck has a belly button. Go ahead, I'll give you a second to think about what's wrong with that. The DUCK has a belly button. Yeah, duck's don't have belly buttons. They hatch from eggs. No belly button necessary. These are the things that bother me in life. I'm an accountant. Enough said.

-> I'm a little worried about my youngest child. He's a very happy kid. Very, very happy. He smiles all the frickin' time. Where did he get this happy disposition from? Certainly not me. I don't think from PB, either. The kid is always giggling. I'm a little worried he might be one of those annoyingly happy people. How will he survive in our house?

-> PB freaked out an old lady at the market on Sunday. I was trying to get the payment thingy to recognize my existence, and it wasn't working. He came up behind me, punched the buttons and it worked right away. He looks at my grumpy face and says, "It doesn't recognize you because you have no soul." and walks away. I shrug and pick up the last of the bags. The lady's face was priceless. Her mouth actually dropped open in shock. Nothing like freaking out the old people on a Sunday afternoon, huh?

Ok, I'm exhausted. PB's out of town, so I'm on my own for a few days. I need to save my energy for little boy chasing. I can't be squandering it on typing for your amusement anymore. Go see Keely. She won't begrudge you a single keystroke, I promise.

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Spin Cycle- I just can't get enough...

It's time to go for a spin with Sprite's Keeper. Put on your driving gloves and get a kerchief for your hair, it might be a wild ride!

This week we're going to talk about something MB can't live without. Which is a timely topic over here at the Badger Den. Because it's Lent. And the point of Lent is to give up something for 40 days. Something that would be a sacrifice. The whole Jesus fasting in the desert being tempted by Satan thing (if you have no idea what Lent is, go see Wikipedia. I'm no Sunday school teacher. I was the one in back eating paste during CCD...)

This year I gave up Coke. No, not soda, not Pepsi. Coke. Because it might be the one thing I can't live without. And it's really not good for me.

First, I'm a firm believer that there shouldn't be ANYTHING you can't live without. The world is an uncertain place. You have to be prepared. Know the bus situation, just in case your car dies. Learn to send smoke signals if the cell phone is out. Learn to cook one really good meal by heart, just in case your MIL shows up unannounced. That sort of thing. What if terrorists were to blow up all the Coke plants in the world? Where the hell would I be? (the answer quite possibly could be curled up under my desk whimpering, we shall see)

Second, Coke really isn't good for you. In any way, shape or form. (not even the Coke flavored Icee, which could be it's own food group). There is no nutritional value. And I'm pretty sure that studies have shown that Coke does not even quench thirst, it makes you more thirsty. It's high in calories and sugar. Has artificial everything (color, flavor,I think it even had a boob job back in the 80's- but I'm not telling). But, for me, when the two o'clock fuzzies hit? A Coke it is. With a little ice, in a glass (I'm not good at drinking from bottles or cans- don't ask).

I had to be specific about this one, though. Just saying, "I gave up soda" wouldn't be the same. I don't really like "soda". I don't drink Sprite, or Mt Dew. Occasionally I'll drink a cream soda or an orange soda, but it's rare.

If I order a Coke, don't bring Pepsi. They're not the same. I took the Pepsi Challenge back in the 80's. I could tell the difference. I chose Coke. (side note: Dave Barry is an idiot with no taste buds.)

I even love the commercials. I would like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. And I think a Coke would help. Those polar bears? A-fricking-dorable. I caught the wave, and agree, you can't beat the real thing. Coke really is it.

I bring my own can of Coke to parties, and I apologize to the host. If I don't know what you serve, I don't take any chances. My in-laws can attest that I have chosen water when no Coke was available.

When I was pregnant and limiting my caffeine intake? I found caffeine free Coke. Not a problem. When I was diabetic and had to limit my Coke intake (the one thing that drove my sugar numbers through the roof)? I bought those half size cans and put lots of ice in the glass.

My God, I've been waxing poetic about a soft drink, people. Justifying my insanity. My name is MB and I'm a Coke-a-holic.

But it's Lent, and I'm going to give it a try. We'll see if I can go until Easter without a Coke. No, I will not buy into the "Sundays aren't Lent. You can drink all the Coke you want on Sunday" thing. We're going cold turkey. Wish me luck. Then say a prayer for anyone who has to be near me for the next 6 weeks. I'll keep you updated on how it's going.

Until next week, via con Dios, amigos.

(oh, and PB. Drinks Pepsi. But he also wears athletic socks with his dress shoes, so we know he has absolutely no taste.)

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Random Fat Tuesday Thoughts

Happy Mardi Gras, internets! In honor of Fat Tuesday (and per Keely's instructions) I will flash you my random. Please, wait 'til the end to toss me the beads...

->My kid is going to grow up to be a rock star. Any time he "dances" (we use that term liberally in our house) his head bobs to the rhythmn. It's pretty funny to watch. Ever seen someone head bang to The Lion King soundtrack? Hysterical.

-> I have just been let in on the secret to a successful life. Keep expectations low, both yours and others. Then nobody is disappointed, and frequently they're surprised at your success. They may even shower you with praise for just showing up.

-> My boss has decided to roll out a new initiative. He wants to make sure people aren't just looking at "inputs" but are checking on results, too. He made sure to stop by my cube to emphacize his point. Uhm, sir, that's the point of auditing. To make sure the results are right. Results are my job. I'm just saying, sir.

-> It's been a quotable weekend in our house.

Friday, upon arriving at home with two monkeys in tow:

MB: "Here, he's yours!"
PB: "I take it school pick up didn't go well."
MB: "He's lucky I didn't club him like a baby seal."

One of my finer moments in parenting.

LG: "Sippy! Mama, sippy!"
MB: "LG, please ask nicely."
PB (under his breath): "Sippy now, woman."
LG (not under his breath): "Now, snowman!"
MB: "When school calls, you're explaining that one."

At my in-laws house on Saturday night, as Grammie and PB tried to work together to arrange little o in his highchair with a towel to prop him up...

MIL: "I don't think that's going to work. Let me get you a different one."
PB: "No, Mom, it'll work just fine. Don't worry."
MIL: "No, it's too big, I'll get a smaller one, just wait a minute."
PB: "No, Mom, I'll make it work. Don't go get another towel."
MIL: "It'll only take a second. Just wait."
PB: "I'm an ADULT. I'm a PARENT. I can make it work, I said."

Hee, hee, hee. I'm just laughing at the memory. Nothing says, "I'm your kid" like having to remind them you're a parent, huh? My FIL and I were both smart enough to not get involved with that one. Stubborn, meet your son, even more stubborn. People always think PB is just like his Dad. I see a lot of his Mom in him, though.

-> Someone asked for a picture of little o in his christening toga. This is the best I can do:

The face clearly says, "I am not wearing a dress... Put that camera away, you idiot."

-> I'm still finding it hysterical that they had to delay the Olympic games in Canada due to lack of snow, and in Cleveland they've had to delay school because we have too much snow. While reporting on this, I've noticed that our local media has been taking English lessons from Alanis Morissette. Though this situation might suck (or be really funny, depending on who you are) it is NOT ironic. Can someone please call channel 3 and tell them that?

Ok, I'm all done. Head on over to "The Un Mom" and party like you'll need 6 weeks to repent!

(commence bead throwing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Spin Cycle of Love...

"Life is short and time is fleeting, will you accept my Valentine greeting?"- Poet Smurf

(I know, you get all sorts of culture when you visit the badger den!)

This weeks Spin Cycle is all about love and Valentine's Day. Do you celebrate, or do you let it pass by? All that stuff.

I like holidays. Any holiday. Give me a reason to celebrate and I'll take it. I bake gingerbread ground hogs, for pete's sake. I decorate for all allowable holidays, and even for some that many people don't. I have socks with shamrocks and pumpkins, candy canes and little flags. Right now I have a pencil with little hearts on it at my desk.

As opposed to the many humbugs out there, I like getting a little gift for Valentine's Day. A small bouquet or a box of chocolate covered strawberries. Nothing big, I don't need earrings or a teleflora nightmare, just a little something to say, "Hey, I remembered something other than my wallet and keys this morning." Last year LG made me a Valentine using the sides of his two little fists (did you know that when you make two loose fists and put them together, palms facing in, the opposite side looks like a heart? me neither, but it's damn cute when a 1 year old does it). That's all I want. The occasional, "I love you as more than the person who cleans up after me" token.

I know, I know. Many of you are sitting there saying, "I don't need Hallmark to tell me when to celebrate. I love my husband every day." And I love PB, too. But how many people take the time out on a regular basis to get a thoughtful little something? Or have a special meal? Or anything more than it takes to get through a regular day without passing out at the end, like a runner across the finish line? Not me, usually. We tell each other "I love you" all the time. And I know that I'm appreciated (and hopefully, PB does, too). But to go outside of our normal routine and do just a little more requires a nudge from outside forces.

---->This is probably the place where I should admit that I hate to see people spend $$$ on greeting cards. $4 for a cheesy poem that no one reads? It kills me. While I'm confessing, I should also admit that PB and I tend to be on the practical side for gifts. I got a deep freeze for my birthday last year. And I loved it. So, I might be getting a hand mixer on Sunday. Or maybe a baby bottle warmer (don't go there- I think it would be convenient!) Truthfully, nothing says "I care" more than an item that makes life just that much easier. Those wives that complain about a new vacuum? Uhm, did it come with fancy gadgets? It is nicer than the old one? I'll take that right off your hands if you don't want it. Complain all you want, but I admire a husband who thinks about ways to make his wife's daily existence better, rather than loading her up with trinkets that she'll have to dust. <----- Confession over.

Let's face it, I need something to look forward to in order to get through the winter. After the big holidays, there's sort of a lull. (there's a reason we don't need a holiday in August, huh?) I need my Valentine's Day, and St. Patrick's Day and for us up north, even Easter is pretty much a cold weather holiday. It helps make the cold weather a little more bearable.

So, go ahead and sneer and poo-poo. Get all high and mighty about everyday love. I'll be over here crunching on my chalky hearts and my peanut butter filled thingies.

ps- Have you ever taken a moment to think about all the random krappe you've gotten for Valentine's Day? I did as I got ready for bed last night. My earliest memory was a Valentine themed Holly Hobbie doll (remember her) from my Dad. I loved that doll for years. Never hurts to have Daddy as a Valentine, huh?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts

It's Tuesday all over again. You'd think once in a while it would take a vacation? But no, always there, on the job right after Monday. Rats.

-> Today's post was almost a rant about those blindly patriotic e-mails that say "Buy American" or "Don't give money to Haiti". I had the thing all written. Then I read it. And I realized I can't even post about that krappe. It just annoys me beyond compare. So, do me a favor, don't send me those e-mail. Because I'm going to buy the best product for the best price. That's how our economy works. And I'm going to give to whom ever I damn well please. Because it's my money. If I want advice I'll go ask my financial guy. Not you. Go away.

-> 2 year olds? Get much better prezzies than 1 year olds. Seriously. The cars are more fun, the puzzles are more fun. LG's birthday was quite a windfall of fun stuffs. What does he want to do, though? Walk around with his new phone and his Mardi Gras beads and call Grammie. Ignore the puzzles and trucks and cars and Leggos. Just give him the phone, he and Grammie need to talk.

-> To the man I almost hit with my car last night: If you insist on going out jogging in the dark, in a snowstorm, while wearing black and white? Stay on the damn sidewalk. That's why we shovel them.

-> Little wagon just rolled 100,000 miles. Sniff. We took it out for ice cream to celebrate. Ok, PB and I got ice cream. Little wagon just took us there. But it did it with pride and love. Yeah. Pride and love. And I didn't feel at all bad for looking at new cars yesterday when I dropped it off for servicing. Because little wagon knows me. And it knows that a purchase of that size and magnitude in my life will take about 3 years of research. So, little wagon feels fairly secure that it's not going anywhere soon.

-> I find it oddly amusing that Vancouver has no snow right now, but Washington DC had to close the airport.

-> LG has a busier calendar than I do. This month he has some doctor appts, a play date, a few parties to attend. Me? Nothing.

-> It finally occurred to me why I really didn't want to have a party for my 2 year old. Because if you invite other two year olds, you have to assume their parents will come. Otherwise you'd spend the whole time changing other kids diapers and wiping up their snotty noses. You'd end up being "daycare" for about two hours. Now, if their parents come, you may or may not really know those people. In our case, I know the other school parents well enough to say "Hello" at the grocery store, or ask how they're doing, but certainly not well enough to chat for 2 hours. Which I would be forced to do at this party. Yuck. And you just know I'd do something that would make them gasp. Like serve cocktails (because any event with that many small children requires hard liquor, people).

-> One of our friends commented as LG's party winded down and the kids changed into their jammies that they thought they remembered my nieces sleeper from LG last year. Yup, same one. We had borrowed if from her older brother (who may or may not have been its first owner). It's one of the fun things our family can do. You look at what your nieces and nephews are wearing and say, "I remember when XXX wore that dress/sweater/sleeper. Still looks good!" Does your family do that? We almost honor our hand me downs. You should feel privileged to wear the same thing your cousins broke in for you. Yeah. That's it.

Ok, it's getting late in the day and I need to get back to work. Go visit Keely and the other random bloggers. And remember to each your vegetable.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Happy Birthday, Little Badger!

PB poked me awake at 12:30 this morning and said, "It's LG's birthday, almost. Two whole years." Without even looking I could picture my little badger. Sleeping soundly with his arm around his stuffed groundhog, with his rear end in the air.

He'd made it through his first two years on this crazy blue marble called earth. Hopefully this is the second of many, many birthdays we'll all get to celebrate together.

Happy Birthday, LG.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Spin Cycle- Pet Peeves

This week's topic for Spinning fun is Pet Peeves. You know, the little things that don't mean a lot, but get your panties into a bunch. Things that are hardly worth mentioning, forget arguing over, but drive you up a wall? Yeah, those things. Uhm, I have a few. And now I shall make a list of them:

1) People who act like it is a huge inconvenience for them to do THEIR JOB. You know, the clerk who's busy talking and doesn't want to go check for a size. The not so helpful help desk person on the other end of the phone. Sorry, you're getting paid to do what I'm asking you to do. Leave the attitude at home (with your Blackberry with Facebook, Twitter and all that krappe on it).

2) Listening to people chew. I've got nothing on this one. I have no idea why it gets my hackles up. But those commercials that make a point of crunching so that you know how their food product "sounds" (think the Kit Kat commercial, or the new Pace Salsa commercial). I'm so bad that PB can't even eat peanuts close to me (I know, who knew peanuts made that much noise?)

3) Half empty soda cans. The funny thing about this one is that I am a culprit as often as I'm a victim. But they frustrate me. I hate to waste something that has skyrocketed in cost over the last few years.

4) The fact that PB doesn't tidy up after himself in a reasonable time frame. I hate the way our house ends up looking like a bomb hit it two days after we do a major clean up. Or that there are dishes in the sink when we go to bed at night.

5) When you order something at a restaurant and it doesn't end up being what you thought it would be. The salad with a weird dressing, or just not what you imagine. But you poke at it, and nibble on it, but you're completely disappointed and you still have to pay for it.

6) People who hold tightly to a belief long after it's been disproved. No, I'm not talking about evolution vs. creationism. This week it's the great vaccination debate. I'm sorry, but clearly the theory that vaccines cause autism has been debunked. The originators (most of them) have retracted their "proof" and those that haven't have been discredited. No, it's not big pharmaceutical companies trying to silence "the man", it was "the man" telling outright lies and skewing his testing. He failed himself. Now, give up the ghost and get your kids some shots, for god sakes. Because, I swear, if one of my kids gets Polio from your kid? I'll be at your front door with a baseball bat.

Hmmm, right now that's about it. I'm sure there are other things that bother me, but these are the only ones that get hit on with any consistency.

However, lately, I've realized I have some anti-pet peeves. Things that make me really happy.

1) When my MIL or SIL call because they see a sale or found a coupon that they think I'd be interested in. All of the savings without any of the work.

2) o sleeping better, and as a result, PB growing less grouchy. Whew, thought that would never happen.

3) Supportive fellow bloggers. You guys rock. You're great with advice and reassurance. And you laugh at my jokes most of the time.

4) Chuck is back!!! On Monday night. And we have TIVO for the nights when we can't watch. Can I have a woot woot?

5) I am slowly creeping back into all my fancy dress clothes for work! Thank god. I came back to work with 2 pairs of pants and 1 skirt that fit (and those had to be purchased). I'm slowly working back into my old clothes. Yippee! Because I'm pretty sure my co-workers are tired of it, too.

Now I feel like I've balanced all the negative with some positive. A ying and yang sort of thing. And now I shall go read my book before my Tuesday bookclub. So that it doesn't degenerate into "I just go to get away from my kids"...

Have a good weekend! MB

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts- GroundHog Day Edition

It's Tuesday, time to empty the Random bin. Excuse me whilst I jump up and down to shake some thoughts loose. In the mean time, go visit Keely at the button above. She probably has her act more together today.

-> It's Groundhog Day. Usually PB and I make some gingerbread groundhogs, but this year it just didn't happen. Too much going on, unfortunately. Maybe next weekend, though. We'll just be a little late. The little rat saw his shadow, so it's not like we're planning on hanging out in the yard soon, or anything.

->Last week I had the worst "nightmare". I was at the park with the boys, and some guy approached LG. I was sitting on a bench, but in the time it took me to get to where they were he had grabbed LG's arm. Poor o was just looking on helplessly. The man explained that he had asked LG a question and he was being "rude" and not answering. LG looked at me and said, "Mama, he's a stranger". I tried to get the man to let go, but he wouldn't. o started to cry. I woke up right then. It really rattled me to think some random guy would put his hands on my kid that way and not let go. No worries, though. After checking on both boys to make sure they were safe in bed, I warded off the boogey man with a nice thick slice of pie.

->I have had a vision of just how freaking old I am. I was watching a video of Evan Taubenfeld (I'll wait here if you need to go look him up, it's ok). He's really cute, the kind of guy I would have dated when I was younger. Then I realized if I'm not exactly old enough to be his mom, I'm darn close. Sigh. It's ok, though. PB reminded me that he bleached his hair at about that age of his life, too. I married my favorite punk wanna be. I'm good with that.

->PB and I have recently had to reach to the deep depth of parenting retardedness. LG's favorite character is Mickey Mouse. When he hears his name he goes into epileptic fits of happiness about whatever it is Mickey is involved in. Our first reaction was simply to spell his name, so LG wouldn't understand. He still got it! Oh, yeah. They spell his name in the theme song to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Damn it. Now we refer to him as "our big eared friend". People will think LG's having a Ross Perot themed birthday party...

On that note, we visited with Uncle J on Sunday. He has slippers that look like Mickey's big yellow shoes. LG was horrified. He looked at his uncle as if to say, "You big freaking thug, you stole Mickey's shoes! What kind of a monster are you?" It was hard not to laugh.

-> Our local zoo is have a Valentine's event. It's called "Animal Attractions". It's an opportunity for adults to go visit the zoo after hours and see the animals in a more intimate setting. The local radio stations have dubbed it "Screw at the Zoo".

-> I have become "That Mom" and I don't feel bad about it. You might recall a few months ago when I pondered if I sucked because I didn't call LG's daycare every day to check in. I didn't understand parents who do. Until Friday. I showed up at little o's room at 5:freaking15 to find that he hadn't been given a bottle since 11:30. Yes, they let my 5 month old go 6 hours without eating. What the frick??? He was completely unharmed by it, just pissed and hungry when he got up from his nap. LG's teacher in that room would have been on the phone in a heartbeat if he went more than 4 hours. She just would not have let that happen. But o's teacher let my little guy slip through the cracks. Never again. I'm now going to call each day around 2:00 to make sure she's doing her freaking job. I mentioned it to the director, who was equally horrified, but I'm still going to call. For a little while, at least. What a pain in the rear.

-> One of my co-workers sends her kids to a Jewish private school. She has engaged us all to help them with a school project. The school is trying to collect 6 million pennies before Holocaust Remembrance Day in April (though they estimate 11 million people were killed, 6 million of them were Jews). They want the kids to visually see how many 6 million really is. In today's world of out of control debt and population expansion, the enormity of that number really does get lost. 6 million pennies is $60,000. That's two years of college (which, if you're like PB and I, seems like a huge amount to have to save for two kids out of an increasingly tight budget). It's also about $20,000 more than the median income for a family of 4 in the US. Makes the number seem a lot larger now, right?

Even if you believe that the numbers were inflated, it's still a huge number of people. If you half it to 3 million, that still a lot. It's horrifying to think that this went on for 12 years.

Now that I've made you think deep thoughts, and probably depressed you more than the weather predicting rodent, I will leave you with a picture of little o in his Christmas sweater.

Oh, and if someone more tech savvy than me knows how to get my side bar back up where it belongs, please share. I'm having sidebar sagging issues, and Victoria's Secret doesn't sell a product to help with that, yet.

Have a good week!