tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80690997834090526142024-03-23T03:15:16.564-07:00The Parenting MythScottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.comBlogger449125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-81086444002785985072016-07-13T22:13:00.000-07:002016-07-15T17:55:56.557-07:00Tooth Fairy Fiasco<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My kids are 13 and 8 now. Easy - most of the time. I had almost forgotten about Murphy's Law and how it is exponentially magnified when it comes to parenting. I was reminded of that fact loudly and clearly at 5am the other morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Time has taught me that parenting is a lot easier with forward planning. I now have a secret stash of greeting cards and gifts so I can avoid the last minute panic of gift shopping 30 minutes before a kids party. Etsy has the cutest array of well, everything, and I regularly spend a happy evening stocking up on their site for my part-time job as assistant Tooth Fairy, Full Moon Fairy, Leprechaun etc etc</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So when the 8 year old's wiggly tooth popped out of her mouth just before bedtime - I was unfazed. You might say I was pretty smug. Secure in the knowledge that the Tooth Fairy had pre-delivered the cutest little Anna 'gnome' doll to my secret supply closet a few weeks back. I tucked my expectant, excited girl into bed, calmly. I made myself a cup of tea and curled up on the couch to watch an episode of Veep, secure in the knowledge that by the time I was finished enjoying the comic genius of Julia Louis-Dreyfus, the 8 year old would be asleep and the tooth fairy could easily deliver a wonderful gift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At 5am I woke with a start and an expletive. I had walked down that well worn path of parenthood and forgotten to aide the tooth fairy. How could I be so predictable? How do you plan so well then fail at the crucial moment? It's like tripping two inches before the Olympic finish line. But - it was only 5am, the 8 year old was still asleep. I crept into her room. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Murphy's Law unfurled itself like this: On any regular night I can go into either of my children's rooms and put away their laundry, while chatting on the phone and they'll sleep through it. On any regular morning if I went in at 5am and tried to wake them they would be unwakeable, but tip toe in (naked) when you have to assist the tooth fairy and they turn bright eyed to question your presence in their room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So there I am at 5am, crouched, (naked) at the end of my child's bed, trying to hide myself and Anna Gnome behind a wide spaced and slatted, bed foot-board. You will be unsurprised to hear, I was unsuccessful - she spotted me and asked me in a distinctly suspicious way what I was doing. My explanation was weak (to say the least,) the 8 year </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">old was highly skeptical but just sleepy enough to save her inquisition until 'morning.' A short hour and a half later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Breakfast brought my smugness to a complete halt. No forward planning can help you in parenting if you fail to execute. It's simple - move the Elf on the Shelf twenty four times in December, </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">do tricks with green dye on March 17th</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> and </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">remove a tooth and replace it with a goody in the deepest, darkest (sleepiest) time of the night and <b>don't forget. </b>Fatigue, workload, pets, spouses, bills - none of it is an excuse - just don't forget.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I did forget and I closed the window of belief another inch or two. But hey, Anna Gnome is pretty cute and wait until you see Elsa...</span><br />
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Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-8107923839179993022016-06-27T12:54:00.003-07:002016-07-13T22:23:24.515-07:00Camping Bladder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I get camping bladder. This is similar to travel bladder - you know - when you believe you need to go to the bathroom (all evidence to the contrary) as soon as you start packing, eight times in the hour before the taxi arrives to take you to the airport, fifteen times at the airport and most urgently, 30 seconds after they announce your boarding call. The urgency relates directly to how far the bathroom is from the gate - the further the bathroom, the more you <i>need</i> to pee. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The difference between camping and travel bladder is that travel bladder usually miraculously disappears after the plane departs and definitely by the time you are pool side with your first vacation beverage in hand. Camping bladder persists. It is like someone tells my bladder that it is about to leave the comfort of reliable and local plumbing. It begins to feel the fear immediately. Where I go camping - camp bathrooms can be many things; a long way away, full of bugs, filthy dirty, vault (the worst,) without TP, without privacy without hand washing facilities and if that wasn't enough - are usually in the proximity of bears. My bladder shudders at the possibilities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am not particularly bathroom squeamish. I have travelled quite a bit and seen my fair share of nasty bathrooms but I'm a 'can do' kinda gal so I just get on it with 'it' and move on. Which is why my proclivity for camping bladder confuses me. I would have thought my bladder would go with the flow... But no, it ramps up to alert level URGENT as soon as I hit send on the reserveamerica email.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's tiresome. It's frustrating. It's downright misleading. I have whimpered through the dark to the toilet, feigning indifference for (possible) advancing bears, in campgrounds across Northern America to deliver what could only be described as a trickle. A trickle that felt like a dam buster keeping me awake and uncomfortable, for hours, in my sleeping bag. I understand that my multiple pregnancies, two births and my age have some bearing here but there is a rampant inconsistency between everyday bladder and camping bladder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I couldn't wait to introduce my camping bladder to this marvel of modern engineering. This solution would sit quietly behind us on all trips - allowing me to free myself from gas station restrooms or traffic jam discomfort. No more nocturnal anxiety. Camping bladder be gone - you have no more excuses to fear the outdoors because I am bringing the holy grail of camping with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Why then, around the campfire just around dusk, does camping bladder still persist? Did it not get the memo? As I reflected this on my fifth trip to the littlest room (very apt in this case - think airplane bathroom divided by two,) I began to wonder if my bladder is actually afraid of the dark (and bears) and cleanliness and proximity are not the main ingredients to this recipe. So, I pose this question - how do you cure a bladder of fear of the dark?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Some will wrestle with Brexit, climate change and world peace - I will ponder my bladder.</span><br />
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We went to see Beauty and The Beast on opening night. Here's why you should see it too. It's bold, bright and beautiful to watch. We weren't sure the magic of the movie could be translated to the stage but this production manages to captivate in the same way the big screen version does. </div>
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The Beast is less scary and more comedic than in the film - something that my 8 year old greatly appreciated. Our favorite - Lumiere, more than lives up to his name by lighting up the stage and he would steal every scene he's in if it wasn't for Chip who is beyond cute and so cleverly presented. Cogsworth and Mrs Potts more than hold their own though - making the 'Be Our Guest' scene a not to be forgotten moment. Belle and Gaston are stand outs but we agreed that everyone was excellent in this production - something you don't always get in theater.</div>
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My biggest delight was watching my girls who were awed by the show. They loved every moment and drank it in. When we talked about it later, they were able to recall so much detail, from the sets to the costumes and especially the music. A live orchestra is such a rare treat and just so lovely to listen too - it was a highlight for us all. Family friendly productions are relatively few and far between so I encourage you not to miss this opportunity for a chance to see a Broadway caliber production with your kids.</div>
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I would recommend the matinee for any child younger than eight. The evening show runs until 10pm and is bright and loud but this is definitely a show to be enjoyed by audiences of all ages. It has enough spice for some adult humor moments without being inappropriate and all aspects of this production are appealing - the singing, the dancing and the sets.</div>
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Beauty and The Beast plays at <u><a href="https://www.shnsf.com/Online/default.asp?BOparam::WScontent::loadArticle::permalink=beautyandthebeast&BOparam::WScontent::loadArticle::context_id=">The Orpheum Theater</a></u> in San Francisco thru <u><b>July 10th</b></u></div>
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<b>WHERE:</b> <b>SAP Center</b> – 525 W. Santa Clara St., San Jose, CA, USA, 95113</div>
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<b>WHERE:</b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456292638478_4093"> <b id="yui_3_16_0_1_1456292638478_4092">ORACLE Arena </b>– 7000 Coliseum Way, Oakland, CA, USA, 94621</span></div>
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Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-19445019980010257192014-03-17T19:09:00.001-07:002014-03-17T19:09:37.632-07:00Getting Back to Our Old Normal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I took a job. The kind where you get paid. The kind where people say things like "Oh, you're working now," or, "How do you like working?" You know where I'm going with this right?<br />
I was working before. I worked full-time at my previous job and then I did over-time every day. Now I work full-time at a job and then do overtime looking after my family every day. I have always been working. It's just that very few people recognize full-time parenting as a "real job."<br />
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This is, of course, not news to anyone. The debate about working moms versus stay at home moms has been waged ad nauseum. We have heard every possible view point on the issue. That's not my soap box. Am I disappointed that people take my "real job" more seriously? Sure. Is it frustrating that only now, can I complain about fatigue with impunity? Yes it is.<br />
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My point is a simple one. Being back in the external workforce has validated my decision to stay home with my children more than ever before. First, let me be clear before the trolls raise their pitchforks. I know I am lucky to have a choice, even although I feel it is not simply luck. The husband and I have actively and intentionally set up our lives in a way that allows me to stay home. Regardless of our careful planning, saving and economizing, I do see that not everyone has the opportunities and choices I have. I see that.<br />
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My circumstances being as they are - I had the choice of working or staying home. Having been in this job for only two months I know that staying home was the right and best thing for our family.<br />
Having time to be with my girls, cook for my girls, do the laundry, shop, plan our commitments and social lives had given us the gift of calm. We were organized, unstressed, prepared. I had time to read with them, talk with them and play with them. Everyone got their needs met - when they needed them met.<br />
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I have not forgotten all the things that make staying at home difficult. I do remember that the halcyon image I just painted above was not the every day norm, but in general it was our overall experience. Now, it feels like we have time for nothing. We are eating take out foods most nights. Emails go unanswered for days. Everything gets done at the deadline. I spend the weekend doing laundry, chores and food shopping. I do not experience weather. I am tired, too tired to read anything more than the shortest of bedtime stories from overdue library books.<br />
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I like the job. It's fun to do something with my brain. It's fun to interact with adults for long periods of the day. I took it because it was temporary. I wanted to dip my toe. I will be unemployed again by June. Only I won't be, because I will go back to my other job. The one that allows homework to get done and walks to be taken. The one with sunshine and discovery, neighbors and story time. The one that doesn't find my children in tears most days because the pace of their life suddenly accelerated from a manageable 25mph to a careening 90mph. The one where the husband and I are not squabbling over who should meet the obligations of running a home and the needs of four people.<br />
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I now, more than ever, see the value in my staying home. I know two months is nothing, we'd all get better at this, more used to it. We'd pick up our pace and our new normal would feel much easier but our old normal would be lost and our old normal was good, really good. <br />
We were happy, we were connected to our community, we felt able to give and participate. We had down time to recharge. We ate more healthily, exercised more and cared for our plants, pets and friends in a much better way. Life was better - for all of us. We had time.<br />
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Time should not be underestimated. Staying at home should not be underestimated. I know that now in a way that I could not fully appreciate before. I am grateful that I am getting the chance to see the true value of my work as a stay at home parent. This is the only way I could have really known for sure, to cast aside doubt stirred by the endless opinions out there. Come June I will hold my stay at home head high.<br />
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Growing up without a mother was always going to be tough but not
always in the ways you would think. I grew up in a family that
practiced modesty.
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We didn’t talk about body parts, puberty or sex. Perhaps my parents
thought school would fill us in. It didn’t. The dictionary was my only
resource and I was crushed to find that words like ‘boob’ or ‘front
bottom’ were not listed. My knowledge was scant.<br />
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I had two grandmothers, my mom had three sisters, my aunts. I had
another aunt on my father’s side. At church I called several women
‘auntie.’ Not one of them stepped forward to walk me through
puberty. It was just me and the library. My sister took pity on me when
she found me stuffing toilet tissue into my knickers.
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“Go see the woman in the post office” she advised.
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Full of optimistic naiveté, I walked down the road to the post
office, which was housed at the bottom of our road. It was part of a
classic British row of shops - mini-mart, fish and chip shop,
hairdresser, newsagent and post office. The post office was within a
shop selling mostly hardware or cleaning products. The one employee
would use a key to unlock the post office counter when needed. I stood
awkwardly while she sold stamps to an older lady.
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“Can I help you?”
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“Erm, I, uhm, my sister said I should talk to you.”
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“Why?”
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My bright scarlet face was clearly not going to clue her in. I was
mortified and angry. She was supposed to <i>know</i>.<br />
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Was she really going to make me say “it” here, in the post office?
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Maybe my sister was supposed to have given me a code word. I shuffled
my feet and felt my cheeks burn.
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“Oh” she said, “I see.”
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“Do you have a belt?”
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Of course I have a belt – it holds my jeans up, why? Was she going to
make me remove my clothes? Did I have to have a fitting?
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Could the floor just swallow me up please.
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“Yes – I have a belt.”
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“OK, here you go then.”
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She put my packet into a brown paper bag, I paid with the money I’d
brought from my piggy bank and bolted.
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Back at home, I was confronted by a thick pad with loops at either
end. Why? I read the packet, ‘Put the loops through your sanitary
belt’ it instructed.
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The belt. Damn it. I didn’t have <i>that</i> kind of belt. I was a
motherless, twelve year old, how would I have <i>that </i>kind of belt?
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I trudged back to the post office. “No belt,” I mumbled.
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In 1980’s Britain, returning items was not done, unless, they were
broken or defective. The only defect here was that my mother was dead
and no-one had considered that I might need to know about periods,
but I had no more money and the toilet tissue was not going to get me
through school, so I stood there with a slightly defiant look on my
tortured, red face. She saw my despair and swopped the packet for one
with the sticky strips.
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This is where we all sigh with relief. I had my products, all was well.
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Except. Here’s where the modesty issue raises it’s ugly head again. I
knew nothing about my body, not even the names for its parts. Unless
you count “front bottom” which is really just plain
misleading. Anything below the belly button was to be hidden,
unexplored and generally ignored. I didn’t think about it, look at it
or acknowledge it. I could experience embarrassment about my nethers
while alone in the bathroom. So when I took my shiny new packet of
sanitary products up to the bathroom I just blindly popped a pad into
my undies and got out of there as quickly as possible. It was weeks
later that I finally confided in a school friend that I had got my
period. We giggled and gossiped about PMS and then I uttered the words
that would plague me through the rest of high school – four long years....<br />
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“Doesn’t it really hurt when you pull the pad off and some of your
hairs come with it?”
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before she could finally tell me that the sticky strip should be
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Meet Fergus. He's lovely - he's about 3 months old and very sweet natured. He is the fulfillment of a promise made over a year ago that yes, we could get a guinea pig. Actually he was supposed to be a rabbit but it turns out that the ten year old is not made for rabbit ownership. When we went to the bunny rescue center, she broke out in hives about fifteen minutes after arriving. Hay turned out to be the culprit and hay and bunnies seem to go hand in hand. Guinea pigs also need hay but can manage on the small, compressed cubes of hay that seem not to trigger allergies. Excellent - pig it is.</div>
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Fergus came on Christmas Day and fulfilled the 'puppy in a wrapped box' fantasy of many a childhood (including mine.) We all fell hard. He popcorned around the floor delighting us with his youthful exuberance, was happy to be held by us all and purred away when we stroked him. The. Perfect. Pet.</div>
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<br />Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-26116460223625712082014-01-07T10:20:00.001-08:002014-01-07T10:20:29.177-08:00January Review<br />
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I am walking back in the land of the living. My desk looks like a tornado whirled through it. My to do list needs it's own secretary. I am behind on so many things that it's tempting to just sweep the whole pile into the trash and pretend they never happened. My conscience won't let me - so here is my first attempt at catching up. Reviews! Here are the first three. Two books and a toy.<br />
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I was interested in the first book because I am entering the world of tweens with my eldest and she is a Waldorf kid so it seemed like it might be a good fit. It is definitely firmly in the young adult category and not for my tween yet but if your young adult likes mythical realms and is ready to move up into more teen themes this might be the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Broken-Circle-Knitting-Witches/dp/0985635002/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1389118509&sr=8-1-spell">book</a> for you.<br />
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Now for the toy. We opened this on Christmas day, it was a one of those surprise "hit" gifts. Both the ten year old and the five year old loved it. They sat for over an hour building a variety of creations from wands, to hats, stars, snowflakes and tree decorations. The light up part never failed to thrill and I found myself wishing we had more of the pieces, like wheels, to keep the fun going. It's always great to have a toy you can grow into and add to. No media tie ins which we liked and will appeal to you if you are interested in the imagination/creativity boosting toys. This set also encouraged co-operation and sharing. What's not to love?!</div>
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Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-52093962034268333192013-11-25T17:12:00.002-08:002013-11-25T17:12:22.973-08:00Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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They have made a TV show about it - that <i>should</i> have been my first clue. If I been paying attention I would have noticed just how many facebook posts refer to it and usually include reference to the parental consumption of a calming glass of wine. Perhaps you need to have a personal connection before you take notice - you know like when you want to be pregnant and aren't and it seems that every other woman in the world is. Or when you buy a new model of a car and then all of a sudden it seems to be the only model of car on the road. <br />
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But I didn't notice until now - or if I did, I was smug that it didn't apply to me and let it roll out of mind without a backward glance. Now, I feel your pain, I get the need for a sympathetic ear - I am reaching for the bottle. The reason? Fifth grade math homework.<br />
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I find myself transported back a few decades, sitting looking a my ruled jotter (Brit speak for workbook) and wondering out loud (and by wondering I mean whining) why I could possibly ever need to know how to multiply fractions or divide 10365 by 264.<br />
I now<i> know</i> the answer to that question. I now know, that as suspected back in the 80's when I was proclaiming loudly that "when I grow up I'll just use a calculator," that I was right. I do. Just. Use. A. Calculator. Or Google. Either way - I do not sit down with a pencil and multiply, divide, bring down and add to find out the answer. I have a college degree and am on my second career. I still have no use for that knowledge. I probably would never choose to do my own taxes, an app on my phone is much faster and more accurate at converting foreign currency. There are many solutions for the math problems out in the real world and even those who excel at math use them.<br />
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So, why do I find myself feeding the ten year old the same line? "It's a process, it's a practice, you will use these skills in different ways later in life. It's basic math facts - you will need to know if you want to do more complicated math or physics for example."<br />
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I only partly agree - knowing the process is good - but I think she could just use a calculator for the actual calculation division, subtraction, multiplication and addition parts of the sequence. Watching her frustration I question myself. When are we going to acknowledge the high tech world we live in when teaching math? We let a cash register work out the cost of our purchases and tax at the store. We let the gas pump tell us how much we owe. We use our home computers or hand held devices to work out any number of things for us. Architects, engineers and accountants all use apps and programs to work out that which was previously done with pen, paper and a ruler so why are we still torturing our children with long division, multiplication of fractions and times tables?<br />
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It's frustrating, it's hard, it makes us feel stupid. I have been giving the ten year old's homework problems to anyone who walks into my home (I know you are thinking that I know how to show my guests a good time) and they have all had a hard time getting to the answer. I had one of the design engineers from the winning America's Cup yacht scribbling away at my dining room table for 15 minutes before he could solve one of the ten year old's homework problems - a man who does precision calculating in a high stakes environment all day long!<br />
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We need to re-think this. In the meantime - I will keep the drinks cupboard well stocked.<br />
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<br />Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-90781429710921733482013-11-15T17:52:00.000-08:002013-11-15T17:52:18.589-08:00BatKid <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm sure you saw this story on the news, youtube, twitter, instagram - they were all lit up about it.<br />
A beautiful, heartwarming story about how a whole city - San Francisco - got behind the Make A Wish dream of a 5 year old little boy, in remission from acute lymphoblastic leukemia, to be Batman.<br />
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He became the trusty sidekick of Batman - Batkid. He drove the streets of San Francisco in a sleek black Lamborghini. He did stunts and rescued a damsel in distress before finally getting the Joker locked up for his dastardly deeds. A whole city came out to cheer him on, to facilitate his special day. <br />
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It seemed everyone was talking about it, happy crying about it, cheering about it. It was a delicious slice of humanity that thousands got to participate in. I read lots of tweets, FB posts and blogs about what a nice change it was from, sad and scary news stories. How unusual it was to see such kindness. How great it was to see that the humans of this world still have heart. <br />
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Here's the thing. I think beautiful, heartwarming things like this happen everyday. I think that kindness and humanity are much more prevalent than crime. I think we could become addicted to the good feelings experienced today in the same way we have become addicted to the vicious gossip propagated by the tabloid media or the detailed and relentless news of isolated violence. I think the happy news is out there and if we demand more balance from our media outlets - they'll give it to us.<br />
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We do need to know the sad, dark stories of the world but let's redress the balance. Sites like Upworthy are gaining momentum but we need a monumental shift. Noticing how much we liked how it felt today to watch that adorable little kid, in his suit, blazing around the city is a start. Noticing how we feel when we watch the opposite might encourage us to trend towards the happier feeling . Finding balanced news which presents facts and shows a minimum of graphic images would help. I think if we could see more of the good - we'd do more good. We'd be less pessimistic or suspicious about the validity of our efforts, which can feel like a drop in the ocean when faced with the tidal wave of negativity. I think that kindness is just as infectious as fear. <br />
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<br />Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-89000243974512017382013-11-12T10:29:00.005-08:002013-11-12T10:29:48.781-08:00Peter and the Starcatcher.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love the theatre. The deep red, lush curtain which hides the promise of an hour or two of delightful distraction from the everyday. The buzz and hum of the audience as they arrive. The fresh smell of people wearing their finery. I am pre-disposed to like what I see, I am already in a good mood.<br />
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Theatre is fickle though, it can rob you of your good mood within minutes - if the production disappoints. Not so with Peter and the Starcatcher. If you go to the theatre regularly then it's hard to be surprised, you most likely will have seen a similar production, familiar music, sets or costumes. So, if that's your experience run, don't walk, to the box office for tickets. It is the most innovative, clever and refreshing show I have seen in a long time. It's staging is stark (think Rent) with intermittent bursts of bright color and dazzling costumes. It has a small cast, with only one woman but each cast member packs an individual punch and the music although sparse, is good. The percussion was particularly entertaining.<br />
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I knew nothing about the story but it is the prequel to Peter Pan - a beloved story in our home. It has that perfect Broadway balance of story, surprise, laughter, ham and happy ending. The Curran is a cozy theatre so it's hard to get a bad seat. Treat yourself to a little SHNSF inspiration......<br />
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You don't smell like you. This was my greeting from the five year old on my return home after five days away. The longest I have ever been gone from her. What I didn't tell her was that despite the change in my smell, I was more like me than I have been for a long time. Not her idea of me - not mommy me. Me me.<br />
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I know that I need to go away and be an adult more often than I do. I remember each time that I do - how important it is. I went to big girl sleep away camp - genius idea. We spend months seeking out great summer camps for our kids - our kids come back brimming with excitement and joy from their experiences, why not give that to ourselves? So I did.<br />
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Camp Mighty brings together a group of people looking to re-connect with the things that inspire or excite them. Perhaps they are blocked, perhaps they are just starting out and need encouragement or advice, perhaps they are just three friends looking for an excuse to get away. I might have fallen into the last category. There was a philanthropical component which delighted me - we raised over $20k for Charity: Water.org which is enough to buy a well and bring fresh, clean water to a whole community. That kind of thing makes me heart happy.<br />
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One of the other things I loved about this camp was their motto - you do you. Come to the sessions or don't. Eat with your assigned teams or with your friends if you prefer. Sleep late, lie by the pool and only show up for the parties if that's what you like. I did a mixture of all of the above.<br />
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Being away with a bunch of (mostly) women and strangers affords me many opportunities - introspection, extroversion, immaturity, relaxation and laughter. Laughing so hard that your ribs hurt the next day. Pee in your pants silliness. Gossip, support, overindulgence. Inspiration, talent envy, swimsuit body envy, acceptance.<br />
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Women feeling free of the need to conform to media stereotypes are so beautiful. A myriad of shapes and sizes, fashion preferences, hair types and styles, tattoos and piercings, baby bellies, gray hair and weathered skin. All stunning in their own way when lit by their inner glow.<br />
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So I may have smelled different but I came home feeling more connected to me than ever before.<br />
Feeling ready to load and unload the dishwasher over and over. Ready to pack lunches, do laundry without a sense of drudgery and to write and explore some new avenues. Camp really should be required. So here's my take away - you do you.<br />
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<br />Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-54336460176869934112013-10-14T22:20:00.000-07:002013-10-14T22:31:20.002-07:00Overflowing.<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks to everyone who donated! The ten year old and I did a few good deeds in return for a donation </span><span style="font-size: large;">but several of you gave just because - great cause. We have contributed to an overall goal of $20k being raised by Camp Mighty attendees. Not too late to donate - see my Fundrazr button in the right hand column. Thank you!</span></div>
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Thank you for your donation to <a href="https://email.charitywater.org/pub/cc?_ri_=X0Gzc2X%3DWQpglLjHJlYQGkvKPN0buO3u6c60fNSmqldOk4EqeDuzgyfVXtpKX%3DWBUTC&_ei_=EgoSWn6shLWLfoYGlCgTkptKOYWJxekJ_wRnPDS5HjOgzziN-C8rixElC74LfoBWYronvZjLkJQCx-Z8mjkfH4i02fat3Ld_AmOE1Ee0NFr1RXf73AyAlHkurX7lB_WpbHQ2FP_4DjoqLFkAW5Vvgw." rel="nofollow" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; color: #2e9df7; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Go Mighty .'s campaign</span></a>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We've seen the amazing impact that water has on people's lives </span><br />
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Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-3141251847182829282013-10-03T00:30:00.000-07:002013-10-03T00:30:05.372-07:00Everybody Loves an Underblog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I am featured as part of the 31 voices <a href="http://projectunderblog.com/">Underblogging</a> this October. Stop by today and every day this month to read a new voice. I love their concept, which is : "<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">There are thousands of writers within the blogging community that write with authenticity on a daily basis and, because they may not possess the numbers most writing communities want, they may not feel they are being heard. But that doesn’t diminish the value of what they have to say."</span><br />
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Every now and then I get the urge to take off. Sometimes it's just a desire to rent an RV for the weekend and drive off to places unknown. Sometimes it's a deep desire to drive to the airport and fly to somewhere from my wildest dreams - Africa or India for example - and get lost in another way of life, just for a while.<div>
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<a href="http://gomighty.com/camp-mighty/">Camp Mighty</a> to be exact. If you know me at all it will be entirely obvious why this appeals. Apart from the fact that it's camp for grown ups, it's about finding your mojo and running with it. Me and my mojo are ready.</div>
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There's one final part that hugely appeals (no, not that it's in Palm Springs, or that I am going with some wonderful girl friends) there is a service component. As a group we are raising money to bring clean water to those without. Water. The most basic of all things and perhaps the most important.</div>
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The ten year old and I are doing jobs to raise money among our local friends - washing cars, watering gardens etc. If you can help too please do. I have a<a href="https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/fau53?psid=593af09f2e7149cea9e2a3048216f153"> FundRazr</a> account making it easy to give where ever you are and no amount is too small. I would love your support. Just click <a href="https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/fau53?psid=593af09f2e7149cea9e2a3048216f153">here</a> or on the picture below.</div>
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Back to reality. I am the living embodiment of a cliche - the at home mom. Which is fine and a little disappointing to me. It doesn't quite fit with my life less ordinary moniker but it's also what I wished for and to get what you want (not just what you need) is just so luxurious.<br />
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We were classic Californians over the summer - going to the beach, the pool, the mall for ice cream. Sleeping late, running through sprinklers. It was lazy and relaxed and wonderful. I won't insult you with complaints of endless food prep or sassy kid moments. I have the life of Riley, my kids have the life of Riley. We work very hard to have it be that way and practice gratitude and giving each day but there's no doubt as lives go - ours is good.<br />
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Then school starts. Immediately the lazy is whipped into frenzy. The relaxed becomes frantic. The pace is sprint. The to do list long and apparently unending. We live by clock and calendar. We juggle schedules and the dark circles return under my eyes. We have been back at school 5 days and I feel the fatigue settling deeply into my bones. It can't be the way to go. I'm not saying life should be a year long summer break (OK I am but only in my fantasy world where Ewan McGregor is my husband and we travel the world in an RV doing good deeds.) Back in the real world where I have a wonderful husband and occasionally rent an RV (and in case you were wondering yes, I am fully aware that calling the husband wonderful will not get me out of the Ewan McGregor sized hole I am in.) I just want it all to even out a little.<br />
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Maybe I should consider it the interval training approach to life. Each semester being the intense burst of heart bursting, breathless activity punctuated by the rest period provided by the occasional week off for winter or spring break. Problem is - I've never been very good at exercise.<br />
Nevertheless I will put my best running shoes on and give it my best because that's what a parent does and I have a cliche to uphold. If you have found a different way to do it, clue me in. Please.Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-50839526054166672642013-09-06T10:27:00.000-07:002013-09-06T10:27:54.035-07:00FREEDOM!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have stayed home with my children. I never thought I would but it turned out to be what I wanted.<br />
It was hard. Very hard. Harder than any job I have ever had - and I've had some painfully hard jobs<br />
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Yesterday, both my girls went to school full-time, on the same campus. I wasn't sure how I'd feel.<br />
Turns out I felt a chest bursting bolt of freedom. After 10 years of always having a sidekick, I can now plan some things solo.<br />
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Simply put I feel I got <i>me</i> back. The individual. The person formally know as Joy. I am giddy with possibility. Six hours of everyday are mine. I'll still have my to do list - laundry, shopping, tidying, cleaning and work but I won't be doing it with a constant feeling of juggle, of guilt, of compromise.<br />
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The freedom is mental not physical. Perhaps the most important of the two.<br />
I am going to write. Really write. I am going to exercise. I am going to serve. I am going to be me.Scottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-56746822782948798042013-08-19T14:35:00.001-07:002013-08-19T14:35:43.732-07:00The Greatest Show On Earth.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Deciding what to do with your kids over the twelve (long) weeks of summer breaks takes imagination and planning. We try to do one adventure per week. We've been to museums, the beach, a marine mammal care center, ice skating, bowling and the pool. I was beginning to search for our last weeks adventure when I was offered the chance to review the circus. Perfect! Now our last weeks activity is an extra exciting one! The ten year old had only ever been to the zoo once and the five year old had never been.<br />
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I am the nostalgic type. I wanted to see the thick rigging ropes of the big top. The bright stripes of the canvas with the promise of magic within. Sadly, those days are gone and the circus is within a large arena. No matter - once you are inside the magic is still there. <br />
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We loved it. The five year old is at the perfect age for wonder and amazement. She tugged at my shirt every few minutes to make sure I had seen what she had seen. The ten year old was just simply impressed.<br />
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For me, I am not sure they need the larger animals in the show. It was incredible to be up close to seventeen tigers and seven elephants but it is so different from their natural habitat that I worried for them. My favorite parts of the show did not include any animals although the ferret surprise was a good one!<br />
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We were stunned by the acrobats. The tumbling sequences were better than I have watched at the Olympics. The ingenuity of some of the acts was jaw droppingly original and every performer was flawless. The clowns were funny and silly. The dancers were enthusiastic. There were some old classics and lots of new ideas. It really is a great show. There are few things that the kids love that I love and this was definitely one of them. It was simply great family entertainment, with no media tie-ins.<br />
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I am surprised almost daily by the fact that I am the mom in a house with two kids in it. How can it be?<br />
I remember feeling my clock ticking. I remember wanting a baby. I never, not once, remember wanting to get up so very early in the morning. I don't think I ever wished for a never empty laundry basket. I don't remember thinking it would be great to referee squabbling kids twelve hours of the day. I'm not complaining necessarily, simply musing that I didn't think this all the way through.<br />
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For the first fifteen years that I worked, I often worked with the elderly, many of whom were facing permanent disability or even the end of their life. Almost all of them would want to impart some wisdom to me. The most commonly shared wisdom was that you should live your life to the fullest while you're young and healthy. I was told time and time again of the shock it is to find that your mind is forty but your body is eighty. I remember very clearly the first time I looked in the mirror shocked to see someone much older than I expected to see. I know first hand now that my body will not always let me do the things I expect it to (at least on first attempt.) I accept these changes. I don't fight the relentless and inevitable clock. Except for in parenting.<br />
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If I bound out of bed without looking at a mirror I can easily feel twenty four. Thinking about my day, I can imagine a latte and a book, some time at the gym, a rewarding and fulfilling job to go to, a movie, a shower, a date with my hubby, a hike on the mountain, travel. Anything. Everything.<br />
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So when a child shouts "Mom, where are my undies?" Or asks if we can talk about getting your period or wants to know how she can speak to a kid who has been unkind or wants to know when we will eat or where her favorite stuffy is, I am sometimes deeply confused about the fact that I am the mom of whom these things are being asked. <br />
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At the park the other day, the kids were happily playing and so I took the opportunity to sit on a bench in the sun and read. I was so lost in the bliss that I forgot what had brought me there and felt simply me. Two tweens came towards me, they were talking animatedly as they got closer I heard one say "and then my<i> mom</i> has to ruin it by saying...." he looked up at me and stopped talking. His friend gave him knowing nod and they walked passed me in silence. As soon as they were, what they perceived to be far enough away, he continued "so then my stupid <i>mom</i> says..."<br />
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It hit me like a punch to the stomach. He had stopped talking because he immediately recognized me as one of <i>her</i> team. Had you re-wound the clock and asked me paint the picture I would have been a young woman, sitting on a bench in the sun, reading a great book. That's not what they saw though - they clearly saw a<i> mom</i>. <br />
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I am so happy and grateful to be a mom but it still surprises me. The responsibility is daunting, even shocking at times - I sometimes forget that it is mine - that it will get more complex and challenging as they get older and I will be expected to have the answers. Me. How can I have the answers? I'm still just that girl who likes music and dancing and wants to see the world. How can I possibly know what to do or say. I suppose I'll figure it out on the way but I suspect I will continue to have the wind knocked out of me somedaysScottish lasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12529555944065107990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8069099783409052614.post-13812310298258937462013-08-02T22:06:00.000-07:002013-08-02T22:06:07.037-07:00Perks Of The Job<br />
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I was offered a cell phone case for review. I get offered a lot of things for review. Many that I have no use for, some that I think sound poorly conceived or look poorly made. I rarely say yes. I wasn't going to with the phone case. I have an iPhone 5. It's very pretty. A case would make it bulky and cover it's silvery sleekness. Then a friend cracked her screen when her phone was in her back pocket. The replacement screen cost made me think the case was a good idea.<br />
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I went to the <a href="http://www.speckproducts.com/">Speck</a> website to pick one out. That turned out to be harder than I expected. They didn't just have the regular cases. They have fabric cases, hard shell cases, candy shells, pixel skins - who knew?<br />
I chose the <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 40px;"><a href="http://www.speckproducts.com/iphone-case/iphone-5-cases/smartflex-shine-for-iphone-5.html">SmartFlex Shine for iPhone 5 in </a></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://www.speckproducts.com/iphone-case/iphone-5-cases/smartflex-shine-for-iphone-5.html">Starry-eyed Silver/Berry Black Purple</a> which was billed as "</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;">Lustrous, sophisticated and slim-fitting protection for iPhone 5"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;">Sounds edible but c'mon it's just a cell phone cover. I might not even use it. I'm pretty attached to the phone as is. Then it came. It too was sleek, like my phone <i>and</i> it was a little sparkly. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">I slipped it onto my phone and immediately liked the purple edging. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">Two days later with the phone tucked in my back pocket, I took the kids bowling. The five year old launched her ball down the wrong lane and I, without thinking, went after it. As I crashed down onto the super slick floor I clearly remember thinking - there goes my phone. BUT the Speck case saved it! Not a scratch.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">I'm sold. I am a case convert. If you are gambling with your screen - check out <a href="http://www.speckproducts.com/">Speck</a> - they have cases for most smartphones and tablets too.</span><br />
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Our camp ground was billed as "Perfect for families. Quiet with a strict observations of quiet hours (10pm - 8am). Not for groups. Clean and well appointed." I will give it clean. Perhaps I am being unfair - perfect for families is also accurate. Which is why we were serenaded by babies every two hours of the night. Babies who wanted to cry their lungs out for at least thirty minutes at a time.</div>
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As a Brit - I am so pleased we have a new Prince in the House of Windsor :0)</div>
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I have performed CPR - several times. I have kept someone alive as I listened to the ambulance I had summoned approaching in what felt like slow motion. I have helped people in seizure. Dramatic, adrenaline pumping situations. I was calm, methodical and practical. <br />
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So explain to me why on walking around my kitchen counter last week and seeing one of our goldfish lying, apparently dead on the floor, I whimpered, recoiled and out right panicked? I knew as I was doing it, it was the wrong response. Not helpful in any way but I was immobilized. The husband had to run around me, grab the fish and drop it back into the tank. We had no idea how long it had been there but we felt it couldn't have been long. <br />
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The fish bobbed upside down near the top of the tank. My heart grew heavy. We recently lost our two newest fish and the five year old was so sad about it. These fish we've had for over four years - they are family. I could only assume the sadness would be bigger. Then the fish burped. I suddenly remembered a situation I had been in once when I was working with a patient in their home. They had a huge tropical fish tank built into the wall - my patients husband's most prized possession and hobby. As we worked away on trying to restore function to her post stroke arm - the tank spontaneously cracked. A large hole opened up and water cascaded onto the floor. I grabbed towels and tried to save the carpet. It was a so hard to watch - the fish that I couldn't get to were losing their life support. Eventually the tank drained. The husband had run out to the store and his wife had no idea how to access the built in tank. I watched at least fifteen fish flip desperately.<br />
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A full twenty minutes passed before the husband came home. I ran to tell him on the driveway. He strode purposefully but calmly into the room. He grabbed a bucket and put water in it. He then unlocked a side door to the built in and accessed the tank. One by one he gave his beloved fish the kiss of life. He sucked the air from their lungs and deposited them back in the water. They all lived - every single fish. I visited that home for weeks and marveled at the rescue every time I stepped through their door.<br />
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"We have to suck the air out of it's lungs!" I shouted. The husband and I looked at each other. Neither of us moved. We looked at the fish bobbing in the tank. I tried to think of ways we could do it that would not involve me putting my mouth over a fish mouth and sucking. Time ticked by. I felt bad about myself. We love our fish. Why wasn't I reaching into the tank? <br />
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I like to think that fishy felt the love and that encouraged him to save himself - he vomited - several times and began to 'breathe' his water normally. He tried to right himself and swam in a heartbreaking sideways position for about 10 minutes and then finally found his equilibrium and swam normally.<br />
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It's been about a week and he seems fine. No worse for his ordeal. I, however, still can't look him in the eye. I failed him. I like to imagine I would have done it eventually - I just needed a minute to warm up to the idea and in that minute - fishy saved himself. No harm done. Right? I'm just out of my life saving routine.<br />
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If your opinion about me has changed for the worse now - may I respectfully request you read the first paragraph again. We can't all be perfect all the time. Just don't tell my children.<br />
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