Six reasons not to have kids

So I did my ten real reasons to have kids.  I think I should post reasons not to have them.  I'm not talking about the old "your body never goes back" kind of things.  Those reasons just don't seem to matter once you have kids.  These are six real reasons not to have kids, that still do matter once you have them (in no particular order).

4 - Head lice.
With communal child care, be it daycare or school, comes many communicable diseases.  Those are to be expected.  Anyone can handle wiping noses and the occasional vomit.  But, along with the communicable diseases comes communicable parasites.  I just spent the better part of the week picking lice and eggs out of all four of my kids' hair and not once did I ever think "oh, but having kids is just soooooo worth it!"  (Although, there was the satisfying little pop the lice made when I squished them.  That was kind of cool.)

1 - Whining.
I. Hate. Whining.  A kid in the throes of a tantrum?  Yeah, that I can take.  After all, it's just their way of expressing themselves and it usually can be fixed with a big ol' hug.  But whining?  Ugh.  Every kid ever born at some point or another will whine.  And as they're turning a one syllable word into two or three syllables ("Mooooo-ooooooo-oooommmmm!"), there is no amount of rainbows and kittens that will make it better.  A whining kid will bring anyone out of their happy place.  I always tell my kids to "ask again with a smile on your face" when they whine.  It's impossible to whine with a smile on your face.  Try it.  But, this usually results in more whining that they "doooo-oooon't waaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaannnnaaa-aaaaa".

4 - Parent teacher night.
There is nothing quite like being stuck in a room full of parents who think their child is the most precious and special thing to ever grace the face of the planet.  Parent teacher night seems to be the best (or worst I suppose) place to witness this.  So, as you're standing there looking at your child's art and ooohing and aaaahing privately with them, there will be at least seven other sets of parents who will be competing with each other to be heard over everything else in the room.  "Oh Johnny! That's just the most beautiful silhouette I have ever seen!  You are the most talented artist in this class!"  "Uh, mom/dad? That's Kelly's.  Mine's over here".

5 - Never ending adive from other parents.
I'm dong it all wrong.  I've learnt that from many people.  Unfortunately, punching them is illegal so if you have kids, you just have to put up with it.

6 - Laundry.
My mom will tell me to suck it up and that I have it easy.  To hear her tell it, when she was first married, they had a laundry situation that looked like this:

But even someone who doesn't mind laundry would piss and moan at all of the extra stuff that needs to be done with even one kid.  They're dirty little buggers, they are.  And they don't care about the extra work they make for you.

3 - Routine, routine, routine.

I'm not a routine person.  I like some semblance of a routine, but I firmly believe that routines are made to be broken.  Not so with kids.  Here is my weekly routine: Monday - Laundry.  Tuesday - Clean the house day. Wednesday - Grocery and baking day.  Thursday - Clean the basement day. Friday - My day.  Weekends - Running around.  So, if on Monday I decide to break my routine and forget the laundry to wrap the Christmas presents, we run out of clean clothes and I'm left doing laundry on my day.  If I don't clean the house on Tuesday, it gets unlivable by Thursday.  See where I'm going with this?  Now, I know all of that is true for people who don't have kids, but scrambling for clean clothes or foraging for food when I don't get groceries was doable when it was just me and my husband.  Annoying, yes.  Doable, yes.  But, once I added a kid into the mix, that routine had to be kept.

2 - Bedtime stories

You may hear some parents tell you how they love to read to their kids.  Well, I do too.  But, how many times can I read "The Going To Bed Book"* without wanting to throw the darn thing across the room.  I can actually recite it by heart.  *ahem*

The sun has set not long ago.

Now everybody goes below.

To take a bath in one big tub.

With soap all over SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB!

They hang their towels on the wall.

And find pyjamas big and small.

With some on top and some beneath.

They brush and brush and brush their teeth.

And when the moon is on the rise.

They all go up to exercise!

Then down once more but not so fast.

They're on their way to bed at last.

The day is done, they say goodnight.

And somebody turns off the light.

The moon is high, the sea is deep

They rock and rock and rock to sleep.

I would like to change it up a bit and maybe read Fox in Socks more often, but The Going To Bed Book is the required reading around here.

So, if you don't have kids or don't want kids, the next time someone asks you why, you can add these reasons to arsenal.

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*Good gracious, people are just so stupid.  While typing this out, I decided to check out what other parents think of The Going to Bed Book.  I really don't mind it.  The pictures are cute, the rhymes are soothing and the very last line just encourages you to rock your kids.  A break from it would be nice, but it's nice and cute.  Here's what one reviewer said about it:

They take their baths, put on their pajamas and brush their teeth. Now this is the part where I had a teensy problem...after brushing their teeth, the characters all go and exercise before going to bed. Now I don't know about you, but a two-year-old exercising before bedtime around here is a recipe for...well...a two-year-old not going to sleep. So I freely admit that I kind of skip that page....

I do recommend the book if you don't have a problem with the exercise bit or if you have a child who does NOT feel the need to mimic everything they see or read. It really is a lovely toddler's book for either gender.

Seriously?  People have a problem with a book showing cartoon animals exercising right before bed.  They think their kids will actually want to mimic that?  Some parents even said the skip over that part.  People are just so stupid.  (Which brings us right back to my point number five, doesn't it?)

A not so nice memory

Why do people take pictures of and publicly post kids doing things that would embarrass them if their friends found out?  Here's the scenerio:

I'm eleven years old.  I live with my mom, sister and brother in the end unit of a decent townhouse complex.  My sister hates me and does whatever she can to make my life hell (no longer the case, just to clear that up).  Due to this, I have what I call "bathroom issues" (since resolved, I'm happy to say).  One day, I have to utilize the facilities for an extended period of time (take a dump) but I don't want to stop practising my trumpet (because I'm a geek).  So I decide to take my trumpet into the bathroom with me, seeing as how I'm home alone.  The lock on said bathroom is non-functioning for some reason (probably due to something me, my sister or brother did).  While I'm playing and doing my business, my sister comes home and flings the door open and starts laughing at me.  Then she decides that isn't enough humiliation and yells out the windows "Sara plays the trumpet on the toilet!".  Then she decides that himiliation also is not enough and goes back out and tells all of the kids playing out in the complex about it.

This is the exact same thing as when people post embarrassing pitcures of their kids on Facebook.  I'm not talking about little kids doing crazy little kid things.  I'm talking about older kids doing off the wall oder kids things (like playing their trumpet on the toilet).  Sure it's a funny story to share with your friends but visual aid is not required and never in a place where their friends may come across it.  When their parents comment on that picture, it will show up in the feeds of the kid's friends if they are Facebook friends with their parents.

So, parents, stop it.  Your kids will suffer through humiliation enough just by going through puberty.  You don't need to add to it.  Besides, do you want them to feel like I do now when I think about that incident?  No you don't, because I can tell you that I don't get the warm fuzzies about my sister when I think about it.

A story... told by my cats

Commander of the parking lot! Dictator of traffic!

I am the parking lot monitor for the girls' school.  It's an insane situation in that parking lot and so I volunteered to help out.  You see, the school is on the end of a dead end street and the parking lot has an area for the buses to turn around using a three (or more) point turn.  Most drivers wait to enter the lot until the bus has turned around but there are some who try to navigate around the bus making it a bit of an intense situation.  I was asked to stop the traffic for the buses because of these few people.  There are also some people who park in the turn around zone.  Mostly, they're people who don't normally drive their kids to school and so they don't know the drill.  If the buses haven't all come yet, I ask them to move and point to the parking along the fence where it's safe for them.

Then there's the parking lot itself.  Oy.  There is a certain flow that parents need to follow and it's a strictly one way flow.  Once the buses come, I usually just stand at the side of the lot and help people who don't know the drill or ask people who park in the "drop off zone" to park along the fence.  I usually only have to move from my post at the fence once a week.

Today! Ugh!  While I was stopping the traffic for the buses, someone parked in the "enter" area of the parking lot not realizing it is not a parking space.  I didn't see who it was and so I couldn't stop them.  So now instead of an enter and exit area of the lot, we have only one lane.  I got to play traffic cop and direct the traffic in the parking lot so sanity would remain.  I felt like such a jerk stopping people coming in to let out the three cars leaving the drop off zone but it had to be done.  Most people smiled and gave me the WTF look and I would just shake my head, shrug my shoulders and smile back.  One lady rolled down her window on the way out to tell me I was doing a wonderful job in my role of parking lot cop today!

So, it's nice to be appreciated.  I knew that when I was just standing there I was helping people, even in a small way, but today it was so nice to be told that I am appreciated.  The car turned out to be a substitute teacher's car and so I met him in the lot and told him the routine.  Then he moved his car and all was good.

All hail Sara!  Dictator of traffic!  Commander of the parking lot!  All cars know me and fear my wrath!

Narcolespy and me

Hi. My name is Sara and I'm a narcoleptic.  I was diagnosed this past August after years of medical tests trying to figure out why I'm so darned tired all of the time.  I finally had a light bulb moment and asked my doctor if I could get a sleep study and the result was a narcolepsy diagnosis.  It was such a relief to know that nothing life threatening was happening.  The only thing I ever knew of narcolepsy before my diagnosis was what I saw on TV sitcoms and I have found that everyone I have ever talked to about my narcolepsy has the same understanding of it.  So, here is all you ever need to know about narcolepsy brought to you by little old me. :)

Narcolepsy

A normal sleep cycle lasts 90 minutes and most people will have five or six sleep cycles each night.  There are two different kinds of sleep in each cycle: Non-REM (NREM) sleep and REM sleep.  Most people have a significant proportion of their sleep as NREM sleep early in the night and increase the amount of REM sleep the get with each sleep cycle.  The earliest REM sleep occurs in most people is usually 30 minutes.  A person with narcolepsy will enter the REM stage of sleep with little or no NREM sleep.  The average person will wake after completing each sleep cycle but won't remember it.  This means they wake every 90 or so minutes each night.  When I did my sleep study, it was shown that during one hour of the night, I woke 11 times.

There are four common symptoms of narcolepsy: cataplexy, sleep paralysis, hypnagogic hallucinations, and automatic behaviour.  Most people with narcolepsy don't have all the symptoms.  I have two - cataplexy and hypnagogic hallucinations.

Cataplexy is the sudden weakness of muscles. It is usually brought on by strong emotions but can occur at anytime.  The muscles weakness can be as mild as facial muscles relaxing or as sever as total collapse and everything in between.  Cataplexy can often look like a seizure.

Hypnagogic hallucinations occur during the moments between wakefulness and sleep when a person is falling asleep or just waking up or while dozing.  They are very vivid and lifelike and are often frightening.

 Sleep paralysis is when a person is unable to move or talk while waking.  This can last for a few seconds or a few minutes.

Automatic behaviour occurs when a person continues to perform tasks while in a sleep episode. When they wake from the episode, they will have no memory of performing those activities.

Interestingly enough, narcoleptics are often diagnosed with insomnia until it is discovered that they have narcolepsy.  The most common symptom of narcolepsy is excessive daytime sleepiness.  Narcoleptics will often have trouble falling asleep at night due to the disturbed sleep patterns.  Both of those occur in insomnia and so a misdiagnoses of insomnia is not uncommon.*

Narcolepsy  kind of goes in spurts.  It usually starts in the teen years but is not often thought to be a reason to seek treatment as it is brushed off as laziness.  It will get increasingly worse and then plateau for a few years and then get worse then plateau then get worse... As the narcolepsy increases in its severity, a person will experience more symptoms and will eventually seek treatment for them.

And me

I first saw my doctor about five years ago because I was just so darned tired all of the time.   I had always been someone who likes to nap and sleep, but the sleepiness was starting to interfere with my life.  My doctor put me through a bunch of blood tests over the next few years as I came in to see him.  Then I started getting really dizzy.  Dizziness isn't a symptom of narcolepsy but I seem to get dizzy when I'm tired.  More tests and more normal results.  Then I started having my cataplexy episodes and would trip a lot, drop things and even fall down the stairs.  Finally I requested a sleep study be done and voila!  Narcolepsy.

I am currently on a daytime stimulant to help me get through the day.  It helps me a lot in that, even though I really really want to sleep, I feel like I can get through the day without napping.  I am supposed to take a nap each morning and one each afternoon, but I laughed when I was told this as I am a stay at home mom with four kids and can't exactly just squeeze a nap in.  Actually, I don't really know anyone in the real world who can just up and nap during the day other than retired people.


I was called lazy when I was a teen but I really couldn't help it I was just so tired.  Even now, I feel like I'm lazy when I just have to lay down.  People over the age of three aren't supposed to need naps!  I'm not at the point where I will randomly fall asleep (like what is shown on sitcoms) but there are times where I can't physically resist having a nap.  I also have boughts of insomnia two or three times a year.  I am currently in the middle of one right now and it's just horrible.

I am supposed to stick to a very strict sleep routine and so I go to bed at 9:30 sharp and get up at 7:00 every day.  Even on the weekends.  I love sleeping in, but it really helps me to stick to the routine.  This kills me because I am just not a routine kind of person.  However, during my insomnia episodes, all of that is thrown out the window.  I will sleep an entire day so my body can catch up on sleep once the insomnia is over.

I am tired a lot.  There are times where I will refuse to drive because I don't think I can concentrate enought to be safe.  I rely on public transportation a lot so I don't have to drive (the environmental impact is the main reason, though).  When I am overly tired, I get stroke-like symptoms.  My head will tingle and half or all of my face will feel like it's been frozen - kind of like a local anaesthetic.  I also have a hard time focusing.  I know that's a common symptom of sleepiness but somehow this is different than what I experienced before my narcolepsy got worse.  I can't even describe it, it's just weird.

I hate having the hallucinations.  Some are really frightening and lifelike.  I had one where I hallucinated that my husband was on the floor dying right in front of me.  But, mostly, my hallucinations are just lifelike.  I can have several before I finally snap out of it.  Most of the time, I hallucinate about getting up and doing my morning routine so when it happens it feels like I have started five days, instead of just one.  I have been having these since my teens and I have taught myself to bite my tongue if I just can't tell when I am awake or asleep.  If I feel pain, I know I'm not hallucinating.  My biggest fear is that I will one day wet the bed when I hallucinate that I'm going to the bathroom.  So far so good on that one, I'm happy to say.

When I have a family get together and we're all laughing and goofing around, I will often drop things and trip over my feet.  This is always accompanied by a kind of freezing feeling in my brain.  That feeling is also there when I am experiencing extreme emotions that aren't so nice - like frustration, irritation and anger. I remember three specific occasions when I was frustrated beyond frustration with my kids and ended up falling down the stairs and one occasion when I was irritated beyond irritation with Lilly when we were walking and I ended up on my keister on the sidewalk.  These are all symptoms of cataplexy.  The more tired I am, the more likely I am to have a cataplexy episode.  Sometimes they're as simple as having a hard time typing.

When I am in a hypnagogic state (the state between sleep and wakefulness) I will often have involuntarily muscle movements.  This happens almost every night in my fingers.  But from time to time my jaw will involuntarily snap open and my head will snap forward.  Sometimes my arms or legs will move involuntarily.  I was worried when these things started happening and asked Kevin what seizures are like and ruled them out when they felt completely different than what he was descrining.

It is such a relief to have answers to all of the problems I had been having.  Everything that was making me worry that something was seriously wrong with my ended up being a symptom of narcolepsy.  But, I am really tired of being tired.

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*What brought on this post is this piece of flair I found on Facebook:

Because not only is it possible, it's common for narcoleptics to have insomnia.

Ten real reasons to have kids

I visit STFU, Parents* daily and love to join in on the snark in the comments.  (Before you click that link, be forewarned - if you are easily offended as a parent DON'T CLICK THAT LINK!  If you don't like to see pictures of or read about poop, barf, placentas and the miracle of birth, DON'T CLICK THAT LINK.)  While many of the commentators there have children, I would wager a guess that the majority don't.  Those who don't have kids often make a comment along the lines of "Why would anyone want a kid?!?"  I can't say that I blame them at all.  If all I was ever exposed to regarding babies was what was posted there, I may have had those same thoughts myself.  I would like to take this opportunity to tell those childless people about some of the benefits of having kids.  No, this isn't going to be one of those "fresh out of the bath baby smells" kind of lists.  I mean, sure, there are those but they aren't real for people who have no kids.  You just don't appreciate those thing until you become a mom (or dad).  Here are ten real reasons to have kids, in no particular order.

6 - Early boarding and exiting a plane
You can travel with kids.  It's not as easy as doing it without kids, but it can be done and it can be done well and as you are called to the plane for early boarding you get to walk past others who will be sitting there waiting for another fifteen or twenty minutes.  See that couple with no kids who are going to spend a week in a tropical paradise sipping margaritas on the beach?  You may be spending your time on the beach building sandcastles and may only go waist deep in the water, but you get to board before them.  And then you land and you get to leave the plane several minutes before them, making your vacation start before theirs.  When the vacation is over and everyone is just ready to go home, you will again be the first on and off that plane.  It may not be a big deal to some but early boarding makes me feel like royalty.

4 - Halloween candy
There comes a point in everyone's life when they are officially too old to go out trick or treating.  Then we move out of our parents house and buy our own bag of candy to hand out to the kids who show up at our door on Halloween, but we miss out on the variety and the sheer amount of candy that the kids get.  Once you have your own kids, the free candy is back!  I am currently typing this on a three day sugar high.  And the more kids you have, the more free candy!  I have four kids so that was four bags of candy that came in this house this Halloween.  Don't let anyone try and tell you that the candy is just for the kids, either.  It all goes into one communal bowl and it's open candy season.  Sugar high, get ready for day four!

9 - McDonald's
I can't eat McDonald's much since my gallbladder surgery five years ago and there's the whole obesity links to processed and fast foods issue too.  But, I have been knows to go both before and after I had kids. When I went in and tried to order a kid's meal (with cookies instead of a toy) before I had kids, I wasn't allowed to.  But with my kids, I can order as many kids meals as I want and no one will question it.  I now happily eat my cheeseburger happy meal and McDonald Land cookies.  (The first time I was turned down for a happy meal, I asked for a manager and still, no go.  I was 17 at the time and was told I had to order each item separately.)  There's also McDonald's play land.  You see, the equipment is for children age two to twelve and their parents.  So, I like to get my kids their food, have them sit at the table while I take a few trips down the slide.  And if there are small kids I plough through on the way down, total bonus!

3 - You will own them at Scrabble (and other board games)
One day, my kids may be smarter than I am but until then, I totally own their asses at Scrabble.  I am one of the world's worst spellers (spell check FTW!) and I feel oh so smart beating the crap out of their Scrabble score.  I do help them when they ask me to. Not as much as I probably could and one day they will beat me at Scrabble and their victory will be all the more sweeter because of it.  Same with Monopoly.  Hey, if they don't pay attention when I land on a property they own, why on earth would I freely give out that piece of information?  Winning is just as sweet when it's an eight year old you are beating.  Some day, my kids will all own my ass at any number of board games but not without a fight.  Until that day, I get to reign supreme as Queen of the Board Games.  Bask in the glow of my presence!

10 - You will win belching contests
Perhaps this one isn't such a big deal with the dads, but for me it's a big thing. Whenever "the guys" have a belching contest, I can never compete. But I can out belch my kids.

1 - You get a video game partner
This one has two benefits, really.  The first one is that you will win until they get above your level of skill.  For me, it has been ten years and counting.  The second one is that, even when they are below your skill level, you will have a co-op partner.  Then when they reach or even surpass your skill level, you will have a great co-op partner. Flank the guy, sneak around behind that alien, I'll hold aggro you get in behind all these guys.  For the times when you just can't find someone your age to play video games with, kids will always be there for you!

8 - There are numerous things you can blame on your kids
That funky smell, why your house is a mess, the chips ground into the family room carpet, why you haven't raked your lawn yet - these are all things you can blame on your kids.  It's really handy when you're out shopping and you just ate a burrito for lunch.

7 - You can buy "kid" food without being questioned
I love Poptarts.  Love, love, love 'em.  We don't have them in the house very often (I am a bit of a freak when it comes to processed foods) but I don't have to answer the "why do you have Poptarts" question when I do.  Before kids, it was something I had to answer for. If I want to buy large quantites of chocolate milk, no one bats an eye.  If there is a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in my pantry, no one second guesses me for it.  If someone happens apon a half eaten tub of chocolate chip cookie dough in my house, I just tell them I bought it for the kids.  I do share these things with my kids, of course.  It's only fair since they are the excuse that I use.

4 - Kids are a built in excuse to get out of almost anything
"You're inviting me to a gathering to see your slide shows of the Alaskan cruise you took?  What day? Oh, shucks!  That's the day of Madeleine's gym meet!"  (Does anyone use slides anymore?)  You can get out in advance or at last minute with a "sick kid" if you just don't feel like going when the time arrives.  Sure, you can say you're sick but... you don't sound sick.  Or you can say your husband is sick but... then why don't you leave him at home and come by yourself.  Somehow people will try to talk you in to rearranging your plans (visiting your dying grandmother? eh, just go tomorrow) to fit theirs but would never ask you to miss your kid's gym meet or leave a sick kid at home.

2 - You get to warp their minds
Yes, you read that right.  You see, children are a blank canvas when they are born and you have a choice to make.  You can teach them to sing "Row Row Row Your Boat" or you can teach them The Imperial March.  You can take them shopping at Wal-Mart every Saturday or you can tell them that Wal-Mart is evil and everyone who enters never leaves quite the same.  You can sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" before bed or you can sing "Video Killed the Radio Star".  You can play I Spy while standing waiting for the bus or you can discuss the best plan of action should the zombie uprising happen right then.  The choice is yours.  However, this benefit may be short lived.  Once the kids reach about nine and ten, they get a mind of their own and will use it.  If you have done your job right, though, the affects of your warping will linger and be evident as they conform more to societal norms.  Currently, Lilly refuses to read Twighlight because "Vampires don't sparkle!  They burn into a big pile of black ashes in the sun!"  I feel my mind warping on her will be long lasting, we'll see about the others in a few years.

See, parenthood isn't all runny poop, baby barf and pee puddles in the middle of the store.  There's so much more to it than that!


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*I really love that place. When I got the news that Kevin's surgery was cancelled, it was the second place on the internet I went.  I needed to laugh and STFU, Parents didn't let me down!  But, I am finding now that it's catching on, more and more parents are posting.  I have a rule there that if it's a "meh, I don't see the big deal with this one" post, I don't post a comment defending or saying it's not a big deal.  That's not what STFU, Parents is for. It's there for the snark and I will read the snark and enjoy the snark even if it's really no big deal.  I have also used it as a place to ask what childless people would think of if I took Lilly to an all ages concert in a bar (but that was after my snarky comment - must have the snark).  STFU, Parents is not for us to defend anything whether we see it as a big deal or not.  It's not there for debating purposes.  It's there for its snarky goodness.

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Picture time!  Here they are at Halloween.  Lilly is obsessed with all things Chinese right now and so is dressed in a "Chinese dress".  I think it may actually be more of a Kimono but she was happy.  Madeleine is... Madeline!  Victoria is a chocolate chip cookie.  And Rosemary is Belle.  I tried, I really really tried.  But depsite my best efforts, the one who looks most like me is a princess.  However, the one who acts most like me is a chocolate chip cookie so that's something, I guess.



Lilly, Madeleine and Victoria have their costumes picked out for next year already. Lilly will be Miss America, 1910 (yes, a zombie Miss America). Madeleine will be a Beatle Beetle. And we are trying to talk Victoria into being a Monkee Monkey (her and I are big Monkees fans. So is Rosemary. I should record Rosemary and Victoria singing She Hangs Out. It's their favourite Monkee song.

Holy mother of hell (please don't read if strong language offends you)

Let me apologize in advance for this.   I am working on a new post that is much more fun than this and I'll have it up in a couple of days.  I have been trying to make this post more constructive and more productive but I can't.  I guess people can just use it to see what raw emotions come with living with a critical/chronic illness. These emotions are not just mine.  They are the emotions of the families dealing with the any number of illnesses.

They fucking cancelled Kevin's surgery!  No reason was given why and no date has been rescheduled.  God damn it!  Have we not been through enough?  Did they really have to do this to us?  Sure, those fucking doctors can go on and live their charmed lives and take their fucking vacations, we'll just put up with all of this bullshit for another few months, years, decades or whatever.

So, doctors, first, you tell us it can be fixed and then the very next day tell us it can't.  Then a year later you tell us it's not good and normal that Kevin is going paralysed and say you need to fix it.  And then after the five hour procedure you tell me that it wasn't fixed and can't be fixed the normal way because it's too close to a major artery.  Then you leave it up to me to tell Kevin this.  You didn't even bother telling him in the two hours he was in recovery and I couldn't see him.  Thanks for that you pricks.  Then a year later you want to try a new procedure.  And then a week and a half before the surgery is to happen you call us and cancel without giving us a reason or reschedule date.  FUCK. THIS. SHIT.

You know, Kevin and I have been nothing but patient.  When we go to the ER, we know that if we wait a long time for results it means that Kevin isn't a priority and it makes us happy!  It's when things go fast that makes us worry.  We have been kind and understanding and now you're just tromping all over us.  No more!  The squeaky wheel gets the grease and we will be that squeaky wheel.  Kevin is getting worse and worse and our patience has just run out.  You can toy with someone only so much before they snap.

People often ask me how I'm doing and I always say that I may be hanging by a thread but that thread is made of titanium so I'll be fine.  But even titanium has its breaking point.

I will go back to being optimistic in a couple of days.  For now, I'm going to be mad.

Never let it be said that I won't admit when I am wrong

My friend Dana informed me yesterday that there is indeed toxic makeup.  So, I will freely admit that I was wrong in assuming that no one would make toxic makeup.  So, let me modify my Halloween is dangerous! statement and say that you should check labels for toxicity.  And perhaps it would be prudent to monitor your kids when they put their makeup on.  You know, to make sure they don't eat it. ;) OK, OK, to make sure they don't accidentally get any in their mouths.

This made me wonder just what it is I put on my face every few months when the occasion calls for it. Using my mad google skillz, I found Skin Deep Cosmetic Safety Database.  The pressed powder I use got a rating of 7 out of 10 for toxicity, 10 being the highest toxicity.  My preferred eye shadow received a rating of 5 and my favourite lipstick received an 8.  I use eyeliner and mascara too, but don't have a preferred brand for those.

Now, my makeup routine is pretty simple and I don't use it frequently. Others use it daily and use a wide variety of products.  Why are we allowing these things on and in our bodies in the name of beauty?  I like to feel pretty and look fabulous when I go somewhere that is more adult in nature but do I really need to poison myself to do that?  I will still continue to use these products until they're gone, but when it's time to replace them you can be sure I will be looking at the toxicity level of each product before I buy it.

Life After People - Humans vs. Nature

My exciting life involves going to Costco once a month to get some good bulk deals.  I always buy myself a treat while there.  Usually it's hot chocolate or raisin bread, but this week I saw the History Channel series "Life After People" for $20.  For those who don't know, I don't have cable.  My TV gets nothing but fuzz and so I generally am clueless as to what is available on TV to watch.  I didn't know about this series, but when I read the back of the box I knew it was something I would enjoy, as would Kevin, Lilly and Madeleine.  So, I bought it with high hopes.

After watching the first episode, I can say that I don't think I will be disappointed.  Many of the points they make are very thought provoking.  In the very first episode, they mentioned a vine in Texas that would take over if we were not here to keep it under control.  This vine is not indigenous to Texas but was brought over from Japan to be used as feed for the livestock.  This vine can grow up to one foot each day.  They are having so much trouble keeping it controlled now, during people, that should we just disappear it isn't hard to speculate that the vine would become the dominant vegetation in Texas.

This got me to thinking about just how smart we humans think we are.  We see something that looks like it could solve the problem of not being able to feed livestock and just bring it over without any thought.  Instead of thinking that perhaps we as a species may not need to eat so much meat and thus reduce the need for so much livestock, we figure out ways to keep up with out lifestyle and pat ourselves on the back about just how smart we are to come up with it.  But, now this vine is taking over.  It is doing what it has been designed to do through how ever many millions of years of evolution.  We humans consider ourselves an intelligent race, but one vine can bring down the destruction of what we build.  Weeds and water destroy our roads and we keep patching them up.  Humans are a mere blip on the evolutionary line while plants have been around for millions of years.  Who are we to think that we can outsmart them?

The force of nature is one that humans can never compete with, it will always win.  It may take years, decades, centuries or millenia but nature will win.  We can wipe ourselves off the face of the planet through a nuclear war, and life will still go on on the planet. 

There is a satellite orbiting the planet that contains the DNA sequences of Steven Hawking and a few other people of note*.  The idea behind this is that should something happen to us, the DNA sequences of these people will help any alien civilizations to understand or even rebuild the human race.  But, what this documentary shows is that this hypothetical alien civilization will need to find Earth fast because that satellite will enter the atmosphere and crash to the planet after we have been for for 150-300 years. 

All of our best efforts to ensure our survival as a species cannot compete with the forces of nature.  I say we embrace this fact!  Know that the human race, when it dies, is gone.  Know that we are doomed.  Then we can stop looking at what we will do to ensure our survival and start looking at how we are living today.  I would like to see the end of poverty and war more than I would like to know that when whatever is going to happen finally does happen humans will have left their mark.


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This somehow involved NC Soft.  Their name and logo were on a piece of equipment during this segment.  They currently have a new MMOGRP out called Aion.  I have left World of Warcraft for Aion and I am never looking back.  Check it out and join in the fun!

I think everyone needs a shockabuku

Shockabuku: A swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever. (From Urban dictionary.)

I just read Catherine Porter's first article for the Toronto Star and I am less than impressed. Aside from the whole "when did women's issues become only about moms?" problem, I am wanting to smack her around with a bag of oranges* for a few minutes as a result of reading her whine about her life.  Catherine, if by some weird off chance or due to the alignment of the stars you happen across my blog, I am addressing this post specifically to you.

What you need, my dear Catherine, is shockabuku.

You see, Catherine, there is more to life than your child's big poo and being woken in the morning by kids sitting on your head.  And, I hate to break the news to you, being a mommy is not the hardest job in the world.  You will not be getting a chuckle or been-there-done-that thought from me.  Yes, we moms all multi-task.  And yes it is hard to get a moment to ourselves sometimes.  But, we all signed up for this job when we decided to have kids.  Your mom did it, her mom did it, and her mother before her did it too.  You are not the first woman to have kids.  You are not the first working mom.  You are not special.  Is there comfort in knowing that we moms are not alone?  Of course there is!  But, those are moments shared between friends over a cup of coffee or glass of wine.  They are not issues to broadcast to your readership.

Why is it that you felt, as an introduction, you needed to tell us about your life as a mom?  I would rather have read about your year farming in India.  We all share the same morning routine to some degree, but I would venture a guess that the majority of us have not spent a year in India.  I feel like I would have known you better if you had shared the life lessons (other than the value of soap) you learnt in India.  Or maybe you could have told us about your educational background.  Mention the kids, for sure, because being a mom is part of who you are.  But it's not all that you are.  You are a journalist who spent a year in India and has some great stories to tell us about it.

You came across as a woman with a martyr complex in your column.  I'm sure that was not what you intended, but it read very much like you want us to all look up to you in awe that you can juggle so much.  Did you even think about the percentage of your readership who do not have kids?  They read something like that and it immediately turns into "blah blah blah I have kids blah blah blah I'm so overwhelmed blah blah blah".  To be perfectly honest, that is how I read your column and I have four kids (none of who, incidentally, I feel I need to give my full attention when they are around - life doesn't have to be as difficult as you're making it).

Women need an identity outside of their children.  More and more of us seem to be swallowed up by our kids.  You are in a unique position, Catherine, to address that to a mass of women through your article!

Like I said before, you need shockabuku.  I never really believed in the whole martyrdom of mommy-hood to begin with, but after my shockabuku experience I have little patience for it from others.  I tolerated going to play groups and listening about the trials of potty training little Johnny before, but now I can't.  I want more substance to what I talk about and what I read. I do appreciate how difficult it is to maintain some form of sanity during the morning rush but how about something real to read about?  Something that will make me think.  Something that will make me want to make changes to the world.  Something other than your kids.  Something other than what I just did that morning myself.  Something less mundane.

You said your biggest challenge was to change a diaper.  If that is your biggest challenge, then may I suggest that you look at it as something to be thankful for?  Can I tell you about one of my biggest challenges a year ago?  My biggest challenge was just getting out of bed through the fog of my clinical depression.  Now that I am seeing a therapist and am on medication, I marvel at just how easy life is.  Yes, I have four kids.  Yes, I have to get three of them off to school in the morning.  And now add to that that I am volunteering each morning as "parking lot monitor" at the school and my morning routine can be hectic.  But it's easy!  Oh so easy compared to a year ago when I had to do the same routine.

On November 12th, I can tell you right now what my entire day will look like.  I will be getting out of bed at 5:30am and will be leaving the house with my husband at 6:00am to drive to the hospital at 6:30am.  For the ten hours following that, I will be sitting in a waiting room while a team of specialists cut open my husband's head and operate on his brain.  I will be longing for the hectic morning routine.  I will gladly live your life for that day.

You need something, Catherine, to alter your reality.  What you see as hectic, crazy life, I see as a life to envy.  I would love it if the most difficult thing I had to deal with each morning was a poopy diaper.  Instead I have to deal with a husband who is going paralysed and worry about him driving to work.  I get to spend my day thinkging about things like seizures and aneurysms and strokes as a normal part of my day.  I get to watch each morning as it gets increasingly difficult for my husband to physically get out of bed.  Next time you feel the need to let us know how badly you have it, remember there are those who have it worse.  They deal with the day to day issues you do and then add a heap of other problems on top of it.  Think about the former homeless.  Think about the cancer survivors.  They all do the same thing you do but are glad to do it. 

Alter your reality, let go and I can guarantee that your morning will be a lot easier to deal with.







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*I heard that a bag of oranges won't leave any bruises but still pack a whallop.  Anyone know if that's true?

Prison and school. It's the same thing, right?

There is a group of parents at my kids' school that want to enforce a playground policy that reminds me of a prison yard.  But, in prison yards, there actually is free association.  The yard rules are made and enforced by the inmates.

Here is the skinny.  There had been issues with older and younger kids having conflicts on the playground.  When, say, the grade four kids and the grade one kids were trying to play a game of basketball or soccer together, there were multiple occasions each recess where the kids would be running to the teachers with complaints of the older kids being bossy and the younger kids following the older kids around even when the game had stopped.  Understandably, the teachers on duty thought it needed to be addressed and a guideline was made that if kids were more than a grade apart, they were not to play together.  This was only a guideline and only to be used as a tool for the teachers to be able to say to the kids that were complaining that they need to stop playing together because of this rule.  The principal is very reluctant to designate certain areas of the yard to only certain grades.  She likes that kids can intermingle, but wants a definite line that teachers can tell kids they've crossed if needed.

This, to me, is a symptom of the overprotective parenting so prevalent today.  Had these kids (the younger and older ones) been left to defend themselves and think up solutions outside of the school, they would not have turned to the teachers so frequently to solve their problems.  These are kids who are incapable of compromise because all of the compromising has been done for them.  I can't blame the teachers for becoming exasperated with it all.

Had the issue ended there, I would be ending this post on a more positive note.  However, there is a group of parents who support this and want it enforced in the most strict way possible by designating an area of the yard for each grade.  I had the opportunity to talk to one of these parents and her attitude scared me.  She was adamant that the only reason a twelve year old would ever associate with a seven year old would be to prey on him.  After I got over the shock and was able to talk again I told her about three real life occurrences at that very school: 1 - siblings have been playing together for years without incident; 2 - a grade seven soccer guru student has been giving "lessons" to his grade four brother and his brother's friend; 3 - when my oldest was in grade two, she and her friends had a group of grade eight students help them make snowmen.  This is what this group of parents are willing to sacrifice. The fact that they are perfectly willing to turn innocent TWELVE YEAR OLDS into potential predators is one of the most disturbing things I've ever encountered.

For me, the issue is over.  I am not against the guideline for the teachers to use as needed.  A note is going home to parents to explain exactly what the guideline is and how and when it will be used.  I have a feeling that the issue is not over for the principal and the psycho group of parents.  I will keep on top of it for sure.  I have joined the Home and School Committee for the first time this year and hope to keep brining sanity to the insanity that can happen.  I am happy to report, though, that we are planning not only a bake sale but a cake raffle.  Long live the cupcake!  And long live free play!

The story of the beginning of Kevin's special brain powers - Part 3

Previously on "The story of the beginning of Kevin's special brain powers":

Kevin - "Aaahh" shake shake shake
Sara - "OMG OMG OMG!" calls 911
Scene cuts to hospital parking lot where Sara has a break down then enters hospital.
Nurse - "Time for CT Scan!"
Doctor - "Results are in, you do have a brain, but there's something wrong with it and you have to be transfered to university hospital."
Kevin - "Ahhhh I'm having another seizure!"
Doctor - "Bring me insane amounts of Adavan stat!"
Kevin - "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
Sara - "TAXI! Take my to university hospital."
Kevin - "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
Neuro Resident - "It's not cancer, we think it's a cerebral AVM but need an MRI."
Kevin - "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Now let's continue the story.

Somewhere around noon, Kevin finally woke up.  He was very groggy after being pumped full of drugs to stop the coming seizure.  We sat and talked for a while and I told him that the doctors are almost positive that it's not cancer.  He nodded his head and seemed to accept that.

Not having anything to eat since 5:00 the day before, Kevin told me he was hungry.  I relayed this information to the nurse who asked for a tray of finger foods to be brought for Kevin.  He started with the Cheerios.  What you have to understand is that Kevin is left handed and the seizures effected the left side of his body and the IV was on his right wrist.  So, eating was kind of hard for him.  There were Cheerios everywhere!  He finally let me put some muffin in his hand and managed to get that in his mouth.  We were both laughing.  No way were we even attempting that with liquids so I helped him drink some juice and milk.  While he was eating, he again mentioned that it was coffee and muffin day for him at work and he was missing it.  It's the little things that are so important.

Not only had Kevin not had anything to eat since the day before, but the last time he went to the bathroom was when the paramedics showed up.  Stick an IV of fluids on him and he really had to pee.  I went and told the nurse that Kevin needed to go to the bathroom and she came back with a urine bottle for him to use and told us to holler when he was done.  Well, Kevin was sure he didn't need it and wanted to walk to the bathroom.  I wouldn't let him (plus the IV was attached to the bed) and as a compromise allowed him to stand to use the bottle.  He'll probably not be too impressed to read this (hi honey! I lurvs you!) but he couldn't even stand and ended up peeing, well, kind of on the floor, his gown and the chair.  I sat him back down and went and told the nurse what happened.  She had no problems cleaning him up and telling him that he shouldn't be up and about yet and to just lie down and take it easy.  Nurses are great.  And they're fast!  The sheets were changed and his gown was changed and he was back in bed lickety split.  And they just don't care about doing that stuff.  It's all just part of the job.  Please remember any nurses on nurses day.

We talked more and he again asked me "what if it's cancer" and I told him it wasn't and he asked "but, how do you know?"  This was something that happened often that day and a couple of times the day after.  At the time it had me really scared because I didn't know if this was going to be how it was for us now.  Kevin with a really bad short term memory, unable to function to even go to the bathroom by himself.  Each time he asked if it was cancer, he was on the verge of tears.  And each time I told him the doctors said it's not cancer, he was visibly relieved.  But each time he asked me, I wanted to dissolve into a pool of tears because it broke my heart to see him so scared.

An orderly finally came down to take Kevin to MRI.  I walked through the halls with them in a daze.  I was so tired.  We got to MRI and there was a bit of confusion going on and got sent somewhere else and then back to MRI.  I guess the orderly was just a really fast walker and got to MRI before the order did.  I stood and waited with Kevin for a few minutes and I could tell he was scared.  I asked him what was wrong and he said, again, "what if they find out it's cancer?"  I told him again that the doctor's already know it's not cancer and we'll get to see for sure just what it is.  And then he had to pee again but stayed in bed when he used the bottle this time.

When it was his turn, I decided not to go in.  There was nowhere for me to sit and it was going to be loud so I went out to the waiting room.  The MRI took about a half an hour and I stayed in my dozed state and kept myself from falling asleep.  When he came back out, we went back to emergency where they told us that a bed  was waiting for Kevin.  He would be in the Neural Intensive Care Unit but it would be a while before he would get up there.  While we were waiting, the neuro residents came back to do some more poking and prodding and testing.  One of the question they asked Kevin (always they ask this question) was "do you know what day it is?" Kevin replied "yeah, it's coffee and muffin day".  It was sad and funny at the same time.  So sad because Kevin just wanted to be normal and to have his coffee and muffin day at work. So funny because of the concern on the residents' faces when he said it.  Their concern turned to a smile when I told them what he meant.

Soon after the residents left, it was time for Kevin to go to his bed.  We went up to the 7th floor.  I know that floor very well now.  They got him all settled in his bed and the nurses hooked him up to some oxygen for a while.  It was around 3:30 at this time.  I was basically going on three hours of sleep at that point. Kevin started dozing again and the neuro resident came back to see how he was doing.  She told me the results of the MRI said he did indeed have a cerebral AVM and explained what that was to me.  She took me to a meeting room while Kevin slept and showed me the MRI scans.

AVM stand for Arteriovenous Malformation and can happen anywhere in anyone's body.  There is an estimated 10% of the population that has an AVM somewhere in their body and don't know it. The majority of the time (88% according to Wiki) it is only found out when there is an autopsy done at death (for unrelated causes).  However, an AVM near the heart or in the brain or kidneys is very serious. They occur more commonly along the central nervous system and are found mostly in brains when they are serious.

When blood flows through your body, it goes away from the heart in arteries to deliver oxygen to your body through veins and travels back to the heart.  The arteries pump the blood really fast - like a fire hose.  The veins carry the blood at a slower pace - like a kitchen faucet.  To compensate for the high pressure blood flow of the arteries to the low pressure blood flow of the veins, the arteries and veins are joined by capillaries other wise it would be like trying to run a fire hose through a kitchen faucet.

What happens in the case of an AVM, the capillaries did not form.  The body needs to compensate somehow and so the veins stretch out and form a spaghetti like mass to slow down the flow of the blood but there is a bulb like area (which is the actual AVM itself) where the artery and vein meets..  All of this happens before a person is born while they are being formed.  It is not genetic and can randomly happen to anyone (kind of like winning the lottery you think?).  Most AVMs are two inches in size.  Kevin's is five.  When you include the spaghetti like blob of veins, he has a grapefruit sized growth in his head.  Size matters and will be important later, but just keep in mind that his AVM is really big.

I learnt all of this in the meeting room with the nurse and got to see his scans.  Someday, I will post them here.  They're kind of interesting.

When I got back to the room, the nurse had Kevin awake and were doing his vitals again.  When she left, I climbed in bed beside Kevin and we just lied there for a bit.  He was off the oxygen at this point.  We were all tired out and in a trance over physical and emotional exhaution.  The nurse came over to me and told me that she heard I worked nights and didn't get much sleep.  She suggested that I take a little snooze there with Kevin.  I told her that I would be going home shortly now that Kevin was in a bed and we knew what was going on.  She said she didn't want me driving in my state.  I thought it was really sweet of her.  I told her I didn't have a car and there was no way I would even dream of driving feeling like I did.  So I tucked Kevin in and told him I would be back the next day shortly after noon.  Once he was asleep, I got in a cab and went to my mom's house for some supper.  She drove me home and the kids and I all piled into one bed and drifted off to sleep.

Part three where things just keep getting worse - coming some time in the future

Halloween. It's dangerous too!

I came across an article from Single Minded Women about Halloween safety for kids.  Maybe I'm just nostalgic or maybe I'm careless, but I thought most of the tips were a reaction from media fed paranoia about our kids' safety.  One of my favourite memories from Halloween inovles going into a stranger's house with my bestfriend.  We were in grade 9 and weren't trick or treating, just walking around in costume having fun.  We were both dressed as Charlie Chaplin and someone thought it was really creative and funny.  He called us over and asked us if he could take our picture.  So we stepped into his house and he took a couple of pictures of us and then we left and went on our merry way.  I often wonder if that man still has those pictures. Weigh in on whether or not you think this was dangerous.  If I found out that any of my kids went into the house of  someone they didn't know so he could take a couple of pictures of them in a costume on Halloween, why I'd... laugh.

Here are the tips from Single Minded Women's article and my commentary because it's my blog and you want to know what I think.  Yep.  You do. Because you're awesome. ;)

1.) Select a safe and bright costume. Make sure your child’s costume (including beards, masks and wigs) is clearly marked as flame resistant or look for flame resistant fabrics such as nylon or polyester. If the costume does not have any reflective fabric, add your own reflective tape on the back and front. Avoid billowing or long trailing features, especially those made of lightweight fabrics or materials. Your child should wear well-fitting shoes to prevent trips and falls. Costume accessories, including swords and knives, should be soft and flexible.

Completely reasonable advise for the most part here.  I like the flame resistant suggestion.  No snark there, I really do.  Halloween is a time when kids are likely to come across dozens of candles. It's not something I would sweat over if I couldn't find a flame resistant costume, but it doesn't hurt to try to find one.  Well fitting shoes, well are we really that stupid that we need someone to tell us that our kids should be in comfrotable shoes?  The bit about soft accessories is way over the top, though.  Why should they be soft?  If a kid is going as a hockey player, does that mean a foam hockey stick? I'm not suggesting giving a seven year old a real sword, but surely a plastic one can't be categorized as dangerous.

2.) Masks can obstruct children’s vision and restrict breathing. Consider make-up instead, checking all labels to ensure that it is non-toxic. If children do wear a mask, make sure they can see and breathe easily.

Remember those plastic masks that had those eye holes and the tiny little slit to breathe through?  Guess how many kids died as a result of not being able to breathe in one of those.  None.   Not being able to see, of course, is a bigger problem but kids are still able to, you know, take off the mask to cross the street.  Like we did as kids.  I wore mine only while walking up to the house to get my goodies.  Then it was slipped up over my head while I walked because those things were stuffy.  But, instead of teaching kids how to look out for cars or to take off the mask while crossing the street, it's better just to not buy a mask of course. (Do they even make those anymore?  I was Yoda once.)

And seriously, who makes toxic makeup!?!  And who eats makeup?  Shouldn't the masks be non-toxic too, just in case a kid takes a nibble?

3.) Do not let children under age 12 go trick-or-treating or cross the street without the supervision of an adult on Halloween night. For guidance and safety’s sake, accompany younger children to the door of every house they visit.

This gets the big 'ol WTF! from me.  Yes, please make sure you go up to each door with your 11 year old.  Don't forget to always hover no more than two feet behind him, too.  And, for the love of all things holy, don't ever ever ever let him (or her) cross the street without you! Take him firmly by his 11 year old hand and don't let him let go.  I know you let him cross the street by himself while going to school or to his friend's house, but this is Halloween.  It's dangerous.

I stand at the end of the walk for each house and send my kids up to get the candy.  I'm taking such risks with my own flesh and blood, for sure.  I mean, they could trip or bump into someone or something.  And we all know that it takes only a second for the guy to snatch up my kid and drag her into the house with everyone watching and knowing where he lives and all that.  Thank you Simple Single Minded Women for showing me just how dangerous I have been all this time.

4). Make sure your child has his or her own flashlight or glow stick to illuminate pathways and curbs.

Flashlights and glow sticks are just plain fun.  We actually need them here because the developers of this subdivision thought that streetlights were not necessary and the city planners agreed (and this was in the 1950s).  Seriously,  walking down the street at night here, there are places where flashlights are needed.  However, I do think streetlights are adequate if they are present.  But, like I said, what kid doesn't like playing with a flashlight or glow stick?

5). Trick or treat with your smaller children during daylight hours.

Bwahahahahahahahaha!  And if you have older kids you're taking out too?  Yeah, they need to go in daylight with the little ones too.  Or you need to go out in daylight and at night because you can't let a kid under age 12 trick or treat alone.  Oh, and don't forget to mention to all of your neighbours that you will be out at 4:00 so they can be home from work early to give out the candy.  (Yes it's on Saturday this year but not every year.)  How does this even jibe with the advise to give kids flashlights?  And really, it is such a huge deal for the little ones to be out after dark! " OMG! How cool is that?  It's past my bedtime and I'm outside in the dark walking down the street!" I don't see the risk if you're, you know, hovering two feet behind them at all time, right?

6.) Teens should always go trick-or-treating in a group. Advise them to only stop at familiar homes with an illuminated outdoor light. Remind teens that they should never enter a stranger’s home, car or walk in unpopulated areas. At least one child in their group should have a fully charged cell phone.

Cell phone, not a bad idea I guess.  But, can't we just let teens use their common sense as to whether or not a situation is dangerous?  Like my story above.  Never did I think he was a dangerous person and if I did, I would not have entered his house.  I do think all kids should trick or treat together, but more because it's just more fun that way and a larger group is easier to see.  But I'm a big Halloween curmudgeon and don't think anyone over the age of 13 should be going door to door anyway.  Dress up and walk around, sure.  Get free candy?  Nope, go get a job and buy your own candy.  And why would anyone be walking around an unpopulated area on Halloween?  How do you get candy that way?  And yeah, don't go to that house where the person you don't know lives!  In todays withdrawn society, we live in a whole neighbourhood of unfamiliar homes so that's really limiting.

7). Make sure you know where and when your teen will be trick or treating and with whom. It’s also a good idea to have the phone number of their friends’ parents in the event of an emergency.

Sound advise, even for when ti's not Halloween.  Nothing wrong with knowing where kids are supposed to be - I'll leave it up to you to decide if they'll actually be there.  I do think it's a really good idea to have the phone numbers of your kids' friends.  So, hey, I agree with them here.

8). Illuminate jack-o-lanterns with flashlights or glow sticks. Avoid candles as they can pose a danger for trick-or-treaters who may come in contact with the open flames and ignite their costumes.

But then why the need for the flame resistant costurems?  I don't really see anything wrong with this advise.  If you're not going to be out front with your pumpkins in sight, it is best to use a flame free candle.  It does lose some of it's festiveness that way so we just make sure we're able to keep an eye on the pumpkins.  I may be a bit over cautious on this one, but a friend of knocked over a Jack-o-lantern when we were young.

9). Advise your child not to eat any of the candy until you have inspected it first. This is especially important if your child has any food allergies.

Children with food allergies are usually overly aware of the risks of eating something that could hurt them, but it is good to remind them that they can only munch on the licorice while out trick or treating.  However, there is no need for anyone to inspect the candy.  None.  At all.  Ever.  You know all of those stories about kids who ate poison candy on Halloween?  Want to know how many of them are true?  None.  Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada.  There are two reported cases of poisoned candy killing kids and in both of those cases, it was the parents who killed the kids and blamed it on poisoned candy.  So, let's all throw caution to the wind and let the kids eat a bag of chips while they are trick or treating, shall we?

10). Monitor their candy intake too. You’d be surprised at how much sugar, fat and calories a single, snack size candy bar has.

Um, no I won't be surprised at the amount of sugar, fat and calories in a single, snack size candy bar.  I don't monitor their intake because the faster they eat it, the faster it leaves the house.  I have a sneaky suspicion that regular meals of take out, fast food and prepackaged meals contributes more to the child obesity rate than Halloween candy.

 The world is a crazy place, but it's not as dangerous as people would like us to think.  This particular article was partially written by Debra Holtzman, author of a book called Safe Baby.  Perhaps someone who has a vested interest in keeping parents paranoid is not the person we should be turning to for advise on Halloween safety.  After all, if we as parents are no longer paranoid, will we still want to buy her book?

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On another Halloween note, has any one heard about the candy goblin that comes and takes the candy away and brings a toy for the kids instead? I have heard of two families who do that and they're quite proud of themselves. I personally think it's a huge waste. Why would you be proud that you're throwing a bunch of candy out that you didn't need to get in the first place? I mean, would you proud if you bought a bag of Skittles just to throw it out? No. Why not just go door to door, sing a Halloween song to the people and then get a toy at the end of it all? Plus, Halloween = candy. And candy != evil if it is not an everyday, all day thing. These families could give their kids three pieces of candy a week and it would last a year. Is it just me or is the candy goblin really a stupid and wasteful idea? (Not to mention that it is more than likely bringing in another piece of cheap plastic crap (CPC) into your house that your kids don't need. There will be more on CPC from me as Christmas approaches.)

A coming of age comedy with zombies? Yup, I saw Zombieland.

First, on completely unrelated note.  Happy 84th birthday to Angela Lansbury!  Everything I read about Angela Landsbury makes me love her more and more.  She seems like a gentle soul with such a huge heart.  As she nears the end of her life, I hope that she doesn't think that she would do anything different if she could do it all over again.
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Now on with it.

Between illnesses I went with my brother to see Zombieland.  I cannot tell you how much I loved this movie!  It is worthy of being on my top ten favourite movies list.  It is definitely on my top ten favourite zombie movies list.  Woody Harrelson is just amazing and Jesse Eisenberg plays off of him so well.

When I played the Dead Rising* video game, I knew there would be a sequel.  I was hoping beyond all hope that it would be killing zombies in an amusement park.  Since Capcom decided to go a more traditional route, I was left disappointed. (For now. Once I play it and wield a broomstick with chainsaws on each end, I will be as happy as a zombie at a qulit festival?)  As soon as my brother saw the preview for this movie, he called me and we decided to go together.  We finally made it this past Monday (Thanksgiving, no less) and I am glad I shelled out the big bucks to see it in the theatres.  It's a fun movie that involves killing hordes of zombies in creative ways and it made me laugh.  Repeatedly.

Manhola Dargis' editorial review of Zombieland for the New York Times made me laugh even harder than the movie, though.

The real point and, depending on your blood lust, the pleasure of “Zombieland” is its appetite for destruction. Despite its throwaway jokes, a hint of romance and various ridiculous bits of business, some involving Twinkies, the movie is strictly a compendium of all the ways to off zombies, which can be downed with guns, of course, as well as baseball bats, gardening tools, a toilet-bowl lid, even a piano. Sometimes the gonzo antics work, though the piles of bodies at the end did make me flash on the Nazi extermination camps, which, you know, really killed the joke, too.

So close and yet so far away!  Yes, the real point of the movie was seeing the many ways you can kill zombies**.  I'll give him that.  But, zombie killing = Nazi extermination camp?  I'm not seeing it.  I can't make this guy not see something he wants to see, but is he comparing holocaust victims to zombies?  Or is he saying the victims were zombies?  I'll have to rewatch Schindler's List or any of the numerous documentaries to figure it out but I'm pretty sure that the holocaust involved actual real people really dying while Zombieland involved actual real people dressed up as zombies pretending to be dead.  I mean, I know that the Third Reich did some horrible experiments on people they deemed unworthy (namely Jewish people), but I don't think they involved zombies.  How about a little perspective there, Manhola?

What the review didn't touch on at all is the humanity in the movie.  I won't go into any kind of detail because I don't want to spoil it, but there was some really great scenes and commentary (albeit it comedy commentary) about The Meaning of Life.  The moral of this movie could be summed up as either "take pleasure in the little things" or "is it worth surviving if you are alone for the rest of your life" or both.

Take the scene where the four survivors are in a store getting supplies.  It's a pretty useless store, being a souvenir shop and they end up trashing it just to blow off steam.  They smash plates and snowglobes, have a marble fight, play dominoes with a bunch of shelves and just trash the place. In a postapcolyptic world, this isn't a big deal like it would be in the here and now.  But, in the here and now, it takes so much more to bring us joy.  For those four people, it was throwing marbles (or maybe they were stones?) at each other for a few minutes of mayham.

In the end, the four heroes drive off to face whatever they have to face to survive in Zmobieland - together.  The group consisted of a geek whose social life revolved around video games, specifically World of Warcraft***, a bad ass psychotic loner who would relishes in the hunt and kill of the undead and two sisters who will do anything to survive, including stealing the ride and weapons of those who are trying to help them.  In the end, they all realized that surviving isn't worth is if they're alone.

This is not a deep movie.  It's a fun movie with really good acting and creative zombie killing.  But it's not the abomination that Manhola makes it out to be.





(PS I missed the zombie walk this year.  I wasn't going to participate,just watch on the sidelines.  But it was on a really busy weekend for us and I couldn't make it.  Bummer.)



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*OMG! People are just so creative. (If you don't get this, watch this, this, this and this. Yes you are a photojournalist and on top of saving people, you take pictures.  It's kind of a douchebagy thing to do, really, leave people hanging until you get the perfect shot.  Or instead of watching, how about you play Dead Rising! Come on over! I'll get us some snacks and my official gaming day drink and we'll play all day!)


**One really great thing about this movie is that it showed that anything can be a weapon against zombies.  It's true.  While the double chainsaw on a broom handle is definitely a cool weapon, using a toilet bowl top and a sledgehammer from those carnival games is just as effective.  Keep this in mind people.  Shotguns are good, but in a pinch anything will do.  But it falls short in one area.  When the uprising happens, there will be two kinds of people in the world.  Well, three if you count the zombies.  There will be those who will bind together for survival.  Numbers will help with survival and getting together with a group of people will be a necessity.  But, then there's group two and those are basically the psychopaths.  You have to fear them as much as you do the zombies.  People who will use the uprising as an excuse to do all sorts of unspeakable things to others just because they can or they will be people who just snapped and will shoot to kill anything that moves.  There will be the good psychopaths, of course, like Tallahassee in Zombieland and those are the ones you want on your team.  But, until you know what kind of person you are dealing with, you should always be on your guard when you encounter anyone new.

***No comments from the peanut gallery!  Plus, I haven't played WoW in a looooooong time.  Like five months.  I play Aion now so that make me a more sophisticated geek.  I'm not one of those Wow losers.  So you just leave me and my delusions alone, you hear!

Play. It's dangerous business people!

My kids brought home some interesting news from school today.  Aparentally, the principal  announced that it is no longer allowed for a younger student and older student to play together.  In order for two people to play together, they have to be either in the same grade or one grade apart, either higher or lower.  Trying to get to the bottom of it, I asked why.  The answer that my kids gave me is because older students play rougher.  Well, talk about taking the sledgehammer to a problem.  My kids can no longer pay together at recess, even though for the last three years they have played together at recess at least once a week without incident.

Why on earth would someone want to prevent intergenerational play?  It's good!  Good for the younger kids to look up to the cool older kids.  Good for the older kids to look out for the younger kids.  If there has been an epidemic of injury to the younger kids due to rough play with older kids, I have not heard about it.  If it has been a one case thing, well then GAH! (That was a scream of frustration, just to clarify.)  Last week my five year old ran out onto the street without looking for cars.  So, all five year old must now stay inside at all times.  Got it!  Oh, and on Monday, my almost ten year old fell down the ladder of her bunk beds so no more bunk beds for ten year olds, OK?

I want to address this with the principal.  I think it needs to be addressed.  It is a ridiculous rule that does not need to go into effect becasue 1) older kids are usually less rough when playing with younger kids, and 2) younger kids are just as likely to be rough with each other as older kids, meaning they can still get knocked down, bruised, scraped, bumped and whacked.  There is nothing anyone can do to prevent these things from happening.  If there is something happening, it needs to be addressed on an individual basis and stopped.  But, to ban a grade seven student from helping his grade three brother and his friends practise some soccer moves?  Yep.  Dangerous!

I need to know what to say to the principal.  I want to let her know the benefits of play between younger kids and older kids.  I want to tell her how sweeping generalizations are never a good thing.  I want to say that kids will get hurt and no amount of rules will ever stop this.  I want to include something about putting kids in a bubble gives them an unrealistic view of the world.  They will get hurt.  It's going to happen.  Let them  Let them learn how to play with younger kids.  Let them learn that sometimes it's not a good idea to play with older kids.  Let them learn how to get along with each other.  Don't isolate them.  Include them.

So, how do I say all of that?  And does anyone have a web site I could point her to?

Free Range Sesame Street!

I am wathcing Old School Sesame Street with Victoria and Rosemary. Yes, I ignored the warnings at the beginning of the disks about it not being appropriate for today's preschoolers. How Sesame Street can be inappropriate for preschoolers of any generation is beyond me, but yes there is a warning at the beginning of each episode.

So far, in this episode this is what I have seen:

• Louise left his store in the care of a child around seven years of age while he left for five minutes to grab a cup of coffee.  He asked her to answer the phone if it rang and tell the people he would be back in five minutes.  This child is clearly not his.
  
• Small kids (some girls) running around without a shirt on.
• A group of children playing outside the buildings unsupervised and then joined by a man who has no children of his own.
• A child sitting alone on the stoop of his building.
• A boy around the age of 11 driving a cart of some kind (his job I assume) while a younger child sits on it.
• A young girl telling someone who is practically a stranger that she loves him and giving him a kiss.  (The infamous A-B-C Cookie Monster clip.)
• Lots and lots of bellbottoms.

None of that would ever be shown to todays kids.  And why?  Because all of it has been deemed to be dangerous behaviour.  But is it really?

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Old school vs. new

I would rather my kids watch the outside of the box Sesame Street old school than the formulaic one that is currently offered on PBS. As my brilliant 19 year old nephew put it, old school Sesame Street taught kids how to think and now Sesame Street teaches kids what to think.

Do you remember the yo-yo man and the lost kid? What great advise yo-yo man gave to the boy!  "You should figure it out yourself".  Do you remember the kid buying a loaf of bread, a container of milk and a stick of butter?  No need to write it down mommy!  I can remember!  Neither of those clips would be suitable for today's preschool children, according to so-called child experts.  And why?  Because those children were left to think for themselves.

What are some clips from new Sesame Street?  Let's see, there's Jack Black and the fuzzy red incarnation of evil itself Elmo teaching about octagons.  Then there's Neil Patrick Harris (love him!) singing about shoes.  Where's the thinking involved in those?  (And if anyone can show me a new Sesame Street clip that would make me jump for joy and change my stance, please point me to it!  I will even make sure everyone who visits me here will see that I am wrong.)

How about the guest songs?  Well, Feist visited Sesame Street and sang a redone version of her 1-2-3-4 song.  But, way back in the day, Paul Simon visited Sesame Street and sang Me and Julio.  Can you see the difference there?  Which gives you a good feeling about the future generation?  I weep for todays generation of children when the freedom to think for ones self is not considered appropriate for preschoolers.

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I would be remiss if I didn't include a rant about Elmo's world in here.  My personal feeling about Elmo aside, I hate Elmo's world.  A lot.  Sure kids like it, but kids will watch a video consisting of fish swimming in an aquarium.  And I would rather they did.  At least fish are unpredictable.  "Hey, I wonder where the orange one will swim next!  Oh and look!  The angel fish (just for you my friend Angel <3) swam in the same place three times and is now moving to a different area! What will happen next!"  With Elmo's world, kids know exactly what will happen next.  Right down to the words of the song he will sing at the end of the episode.

And just for fun, watch the clip of Elmo's song with Big Bird and Snuffy and put a sarcastic undertone on everything Big Bird and Snuffy sing and say.  "To think, he wrote that himself" *roll eyes and snicker*

My Own Seven Layers of Hell

I know there's the whole seven layers of Hell, but I can't really put these in any order of bad to baddest. So, here are my seven layers of Hell, in no particular order.

4. An eternity where "It's A Small World" and the Smurf themes are played non-stop.  It's a small world.  Yeah.  We've all been on the ride or have at least seen some videos of the ride.  My memories of going through that ride, of course, all involve that song.  The first time I went on the It's A Small World ride I was ten and had the distinct pleasure of having the boat stop for a good 15 minutes in the middle of the ride while the maintenance crew fixed the roundy gizmo that connects to the wogle dohick so the ride could continue.  I don't want to be over dramatic but - Worst. Fifteen minutes. Of. My. Life. (Apparently, this is not an uncommon occurrence.)  When I was young, we would go to Canada's Wonderland once a year.  They had Yogi Bear's cave.  It was so cool!  You just walked through it and it showed little animatronic characters from Yogi Bear.  At the end, there was a room that was all upside down!  The furniture was above you and you were walking on the ceiling!  How cool is that!  Then, the Smurfs became popular and they replaced Yogi's cave with a Smurf cave.  That isn't so bad, really.  I liked the Smurfs and the cave was still really neat, although there was no upside down room at the end but Gargamel's area was all dark with black lights and lightening and that was pretty cool*.  But the Smurf theme played through the cave non-stop.  When there was a lot of people, you would be forced to stop in one place for a few moments from time to time, all the while hearing the theme from the Smurfs.  Either of those two songs played for an eternity would be hell enough, but both of them.  I... I just don't even want to think about that.

2. An eternity where the only food options are buffets.  I. Hate. Buffets.  Look, if I'm going to pay for a pre-made meal, I want it brought out to me.  I don't want to have to stand behind some guy who can't decide if he really wants the noodles with questionable sauce or not.  And then there's the people who go the wrong way in the lineup.  Then there's the kids who can't see over the side and drop a huge scoop of food on the floor. And then there's the "what exactly is this supposed to be?  Meatballs? maybe?" factor.  And then there's the whole ordeal of getting the food for my kids (yes, in buffet hell, my kids would be there).  Go with Lilly and Madeleine and Victoria.  Hold Victoria's plate and a plate for Rosemary while I try to scoop food on everyone's plate.  Then Madeleine can't carry hers so add that to the pile.  Then have the argument that no, Lilly, you don't like that and won't eat it so you shouldn't take it because it's wasteful.  It is better now that the kids are older, but I sill hate herding two of them to the feed trough to pick up their food.  By the time I get mine, they're done their first plate and want seconds.  Yeah, buffets suck and would certainly have a place in my personal Hell.

7. An eternity of MMO lag.  "Oh good!  There's that mob I have been after for the last three hours!  It finally spawned!  I'll just run over there and.... wait a minute.  I'm hitting it but, why am I not doing any damage?  That's weird.  All of the other players are standing still.... oh crap!  I'm lagging again, aren't I?"  And the next thing you know, you're dead and the rare spawn has been killed by another player and you have to wait for it again.  I shudder at the thought of spending an eternity like that.

3. An eternity without any Joss Whedon shows.  I don't mean not seeing any ever again, although that would be bad enough in and of itself. My obsession with Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog is so deep I think that only an eternity with no access to that Emmy Award winning show could cure me.  And Firefly?  Yeah, that special place in hell reserved for child molesters and people who talk in theatres would be a hell without Firefly.  No more Buffy kicking ass, no more brooding, sorrowful Angel and no more perfectly beautiful Dolls. But, an eternity where Joss Whedon shows never even existed?  Well, that is a hell I have no interest in! No Slayer Slang? No crazy random happenstance?  No Shiny? Just no! Make it stop!

6. An eternity of listening to people quoting Monty Python nonstop. I love Monty Python.  I watch their movies and shows.  I have even quoted them myself.  But, you know, there is such thing as too much of a good thing.  I don't want to spend two hours sitting at a table where people constantly quote Monty Python (true story), much less an eternity of it.  Don't make me fetch the comfy chair! 

1. An eternity without Diet Coke. I have in the past gone on a sort of Coke cycle. I would be totally off any kind of pop and then start drinking Coke. I would then realize that all that sugar wasn't good for me and switch to Diet Coke. Then I would think about all of the caffeine and how my body shouldn't depend on it so much and wean myself off, only to start the cycle all over again a few months later. However, I have been stuck on the Diet Coke part of the cycle now for about a year and a half. I cannot imagine going a day without it, much less an eternity.

5. An eternity with nothing to read but 1980s (and early 1990s) young adult fiction.  Ah, Sweet Valley High.  How I loved you in my tweens.  Elizabeth with her romantic boyfriend, Jessica with her crazy schemes. And Babysitter's Club.  You also have a special place in my heart.  Clear headed Kristy, artsy, exotic Claudia, sophisticated Stacey, shy Mary Anne and independent Dawn.  All of you from both books were with me when I was suffering at the hands of my bullies.  Your stories were an escape and I thought you were all just so cool.  I wanted your lives.  The babysitters all had it so together, the Wakefield twins were popular and beautiful, none of which I felt applied to my life at that time. But, MY. GOD!  Have you revisited any of those stories?  Elizabeth is a busy body know-it-all who will interfere with anyone's life 'cause she has all of the answers and knows best. Don't have a boyfriend?  Elizabeth will help you!  Parents headed for divorce? Elizabeth will get them back together!  Your parents are racist jerks and don't want you dating someone of a different ethnicity? She can fix that too, just let her go talk to your parents.  It doesn't matter if you don't want her help, she'll just barge on in and fix it all for you.  No need to thank her.  Just tell her how perfect you think she is and how much you wish you could have her life. And Jessica! What a skanky cock tease! Girl never put out but sure did have a long line of guys who wanted to pop that cherry.  Why, I will never know.  I'm not sure why any guy would want to have anything to do with a psycho who is not only unpredictable, but is likely to accuse you of date rape when you try to go for a feelskie.  The whole Sweet Valley universe is just so warped. Now, I have never left my kids with a sitter other than family (I'm cheap, what can I say?), but if I ever did and that sitter decided that she knew how to parent my kid better than me, I would put that 13 year old in her place so fast she wouldn't know what hit her.  Listen, BSC. You may think you know what's best for the kids you babysit, but you're 13.  If you ever tell my overweight kid that it's OK to go off the diet I have made for him with the help of a doctor, I will bitch slap your face.  If you ever convince my extremely shy kid that she should be part of a pageant because you're jealous of your friends who are helping other pageant kids, I will put you in a frilly dress and have you stand in front of a crowd who will yell out your faults and shortcomings while you have a fake smile plastered on your face.  To run it down:  Kristy - bossy, controlling bitch who really should have no friends at all: Mary Anne - shy doesn't begin to describe it, stand up for yourself and tell Cookie et el. to back off and stay away from Logan; Claudia - you need to go to a school for the learning disabled.  Really. And those clothes (I love the 80s!), I hate to tell you this, they don't make you look artistic.  They make you look like a clown.; Stacey - Just stop it.  I don't need you to tell me how sophisticated you are.  I get it.  Really.  You're from New York.  Just shut up already!; Dawn - well, you have a special place in my heart Dawn because you were my favourite.  But... relax, OK? Just because you don't want to eat foods consisting of refined sugar and ingredients I can't even pronounce, doesn't mean those of us who love Oreos are doomed to a life of cavities and weight watchers.  Stop expecting your friends to jump on with your causes.  Be the change, Dawn, be the change.** Don't make me read these again! I'll be good! I promise I'll do whatever it takes to aviod an eternity of these books!


I said they're in no particular order...***

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* Sadly, they have gutted the cave to make room for an arcade.  I weep for this generation when we tear down an imaginative ride to make way for an arcade in the middle of an amusement park.  Video games at home are one thing but do we really need to put them in the middle of a park where kids should be encouraged to engage with the world instead of retreating into a video game?

** Lilly reads Babysitter's Club now. I'm not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, she's reading.  But on the other hand, those books are so formulaic that I can't even get her to look twice at the copy of The Breadwinner trilogy I bought for her. She has complained now about books that she can't remember the characters because they're not introduced like they are in Babysitter's Club at the beginning of the book.  So...

***You know, I'm going to add an eighth level here.  An eternity of running from zombies and not having a shotgun or a chainsaw.  That's just plain frightening.