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Monday, October 14, 2013

An article worth reading.

Because I find that if you don't agree with them they get mean and nasty, yet they say they are for the American way. The American way is to allow us to have our own opinions. I will agree to disagree, but I don't attack you for not seeing things the way I do. Read here.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Can you have a post with A LOT of randomness?

Maybe if I include lots of pics and a few videos you'll bear with me. It's been awhile.

A grumping to begin with: 

My daughter has a friend who struggles to make good choices. Every time she (my daughter) takes a chance and invites this "friend" over she gets burned. Then the girl goes and posts negative things on facebook. The girl says that my daughter is two faced. Really? Because you lie to her and me about how you are getting home and after years of your lies I text your mom to let her know what you are saying now (the plan was different and hour earlier) because I DON'T TRUST YOU  and that makes Sassy the two-faced, bad friend. She continues to care about you, give you second chances, and invite you over, knowing that you will probably use her, lie to her, and get mad at her for your lies and your consequences. Ugh! Her parents are such nice people. I love her mom. I hate the way she treats her mom and my daughter. Sassy decided she has had enough. She pulled the welcome mat in. She needed to in order to protect herself.

I am so glad she decided that your hateful words were not anything she needed to read and unfriended you on facebook. she doesn't need "friends" that hate and despitefully use her for having morals and values. (Not that this young lady will ever read this, but you get why I addressed that to her, right?)

Some disturbing news items:

If THIS is inappropriate dress what do they define the shorter skirts as? I am pretty impressed by this lovely outfit. I question the reason or purpose behind the administrator who define this as inappropriate. My daughter's middle school had a dress code. It wasn't enforced. They kept making is stricter and stricter, but the girls wearing the tight bosoms showing shirts or the short-short skirts weren't the ones being asked to change or getting reprimanded for violating the dress code. It was the girls who had on modest clothes, but not the right kind of collar, or their shorts were an inch too short. We had parents on the "patrol" who volunteered to send the kids to the office. they quit after a short time, because of the discrepancy. The new principle simply disregarded the collared shirt requirement, but did enforce the decency part of the dress code. Thankfully, some sane thought with the new blood. I supported the dress code as it helped reduce gang activity, but when it isn't enforced as written is become useless.

Speaking of useless laws: Does anyone else think the money fined here would be better served in the programs for the students? Maybe I'm the crazy one. I have some serious concerns about our law makers. If I wanted junk food in high school NO ONE would have stopped me. They kept the vending machines running to avoid students leaving school and risking accident or tardies. I also think that the federal government has NO BUSINESS in our schools. They botch things. Exhibit 1-  No Child Left Untested  Behind.

Some better thoughts:
Mr and Mrs Monkey Wrench and L'il Miss Lady Bug went to California for Easter. We planned to see my paternal uncle, but he was being placed on hospice the day we arrived and we only had the one night. It was a quick trip.  I got to give my aunt a squeeze before we left, but they needed to calm him down. Too many changes in too short of time had him pretty agitated.We went to an Easter Egg hunt at Jackson Park in Riverside and then headed back to Las Vegas where we played an then spent the night with some friends. Three nights on the road and all three at a different location.
Momma and L'il Miss Lady bug carrying the basket.

Daddy and L'il Miss Lady bug waiting for the hunt to begin.

Papa holding her up high to check out the scene.

Sitting in Auntie Tree Monkey's lap waiting for the start, checking out the eggs on the grass.

Screaming because "I do not like the grass on my knees!"

"I got one!"

The TWO eggs she picked up!

Us with the red M&M. Who doesn't have one of those pictures?

Race car shot because daddy loves racing and fast cars.



See. Everyone has a picture with the red M&M.


L'il miss lady bug turned ONE!!!! We didn't make it to the birthday party :( Sassy and Tree Monkey have dance competitions every April thru May. On the day of her party they had a dance competition that went until 5 PM. Not only were hubby and I there to support that, but Sassy made JV Cheer and it was the BIG fundraiser for the cheer leaders, so parents and cheerleaders were required to work teh dance competition. We has Sassy work it Friday all afternoon and night so she could dance on Saturday and Hubby and I worked the Saturday afternoon shift. We didn't know about the party when we signed up. Likely it wasn't planned that far ahead, but whatever. We also tried to let the party planners know that we couldn't attend until after 5:30 PM. No changes were made to accommodate our previous obligatory commitment*. Sad we couldn't be there. We did get to hear the announcement that L'il miss lady bug will be a big sister about January, AND we got to giver her her presents that we got her.  She is good at pushing her baby in the stroller, but doesn't really get the baby bottle thing yet. In time.
At the Zoo on her birthday with her daddy

Eating her birthday cake a day later at her party.
 Here is her stroller and baby....



She has her own swimming pool, swim diapers, and swim suit and Nana and Papa's home. She is almost running everywhere. She says "baby," "puppy," "dadda," "momma," "no," "uh oh,"  and "owie." Sometimes we hear "nana' and "papa," but they are not regular yet. She is a joy to be around and brightens any stressful day.
Who needs water? Auntie? What are you doing around there?



Auntie was blowing up the pool.



 We got her a princess chair to sit on at our home. 'Cause that's what grandparents do....


We are done with competition dance. It has been great. It has been taxing. It has been fun. It is time to move on. Both girls made a dance team at the high school and one made cheer as well, so we will be busy still. But different busy and new busy. Kinda looking forward to it.



The Pom number

Starstuck

Hey Na-Na

Where I Am

Hey Na-Na at different location than above


My baby brother and his wife are expecting. This is her on Mother's Day at our BBQ. She is a hawt momma.

Shirt says: America's Next Top Mommy!


I hope to get more regular at blogging this summer. It may be more of just my rants on certain topics than about the family, but it is my blog, right? 



*Our presence isn't considered crucial at these things.



Saturday, March 5, 2011

Because THIS is the Important Story

picture obtained from here


The long odds that Brandon Davies ever would play basketball at BYU stretch some 2,200 miles, from one realm to another, from the remarkable to the ridiculous. The string of unlikely events early in his life that later brought him to the Cougars is thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis short of impossible.
And, still, here he is, all 6 feet, 9 inches of him, suiting up for BYU, scoring 10 points a game, growing with nearly every opportunity, making opponents pay when they spend too much time hound-dogging Jimmer Fredette up top and forgetting about the low post. Against Creighton, the sophomore went for 24 points, most of them late, nailing down that win. Truth is, with Fredette already a given, if unbeaten BYU is to make the most of what it might be this season, Davies will be the ballast that steadies the pursuit.
“With the success he’s had the last three or four weeks, I think it will really help his confidence, and that will continue to build as the season goes on,” says Cougars coach Dave Rose. “I think he plays and wants to develop his game because he loves the game. But I also think he wants to make his family proud, so that’s a big part of his motivation.”
His family is what got him from there to here.
To appreciate that path, a route that turned tragic and tender, we must back all the way up to nine months before Davies was born. That’s when his mother, Kathy, traveled to Philadelphia to adopt an infant daughter. When she got to the agency, there was only a boy. She happily received her new son, and named him Steven. She brought the baby to her home in Provo, where the single mother meshed, if that’s the proper term, her child into a household with a previously adopted son and daughter.

Steven was a delight and a blessing. Adopting a baby, to Kathy, was every bit the same as giving birth to one.
“It’s just a real warm, wonderful feeling, like for any parent who has a newborn baby in her arms,” she says. “It’s pure joy. When that baby is placed in your arms, it isn’t somebody else’s child, it’s your own.”
But two weeks later, the little one was discovered to have pneumonia, and shortly thereafter died. The same agency worked continuously to find another baby for the heartbroken mother in Utah, and it succeeded the following year.
The infant’s birth mother, a girl who turned 16 just three days before the baby’s arrival in a Philadelphia hospital, chose Kathy out of a group of prospective parents, in part, because her own name was Shawn and Kathy’s oldest son had the same name. That coincidence made a strong impression on the young girl.
Kathy brought the 4-day-old baby back to Provo, where she loved him and taught him and raised him. His name: Brandon. Nineteen years later, he plays for BYU.
“If Steven hadn’t have died, I wouldn’t be here,” Davies says.
Although Kathy is a Cougar fan, she plotted no such course for her son. “I wanted Brandon to succeed scholastically, not in sports,” she says.
Too late.

Davies loved almost every sport, from soccer to baseball to … well, you know what. His growth plates commandeered his fate when they stretched his height by some seven inches during his middle school days, when he grew to 6-6. Unfortunately, his coordination did not keep pace.
“I barely made my Junior Jazz team in 7th grade,” he says. “And I hardly played. Same thing in 8th grade. I was kept on teams because I was tall.”
By the time Davies was a senior at Provo High School, even as his dimensions continued to expand, his skills caught up with his size. He was recruited by Cal, Gonzaga, Utah, Utah State, among others, before deciding on the Cougars.
“I wanted to be close to home,” he says.
Such is the sweet draw of the ties that wrap themselves around a child, born a world away, and stay warmly wrapped as he becomes a man.
Davies, an African-American, says he can’t picture his upbringing being any more wonderful than it has been. Ethnic makeup was never a factor in his home. Kathy is white and Davies’ siblings were adopted from India. Inside or outside of basketball, he says he can’t imagine his existence being any different, any greater than it is.
“You’d be surprised how often I think about that,” he says. “I have no idea where I’d be without my mom. I couldn’t see it working out better. There’s not a word to describe it. It’s unreal, I guess, how blessed I am. It’s been a great thing. Life is good.”

GORDON MONSON hosts “The Gordon Monson Show” weekdays from 2-6 p.m. on 1280 The Zone.


My 2 cents. . . .
I have had the pleasure of knowing this amazing young man since he was in 2nd grade. I moved into his neighborhood. He spent time at my home (he liked to eat the cookie crisp in the pantry right from the box) and I was privileged to teach him in primary and in Cub Scouts and in Boy Scouts. 
Brandon and his mom at a court of honor.

Mostly he taught me, and continues to teach me. He really is as good as he sounds in the above article. He isn't entitled. He is humble. He is kind. He is loving. He is just all around a joy to be with.

He taught me about fun, humor, pure innocence, and that some kids are just good hearted and loving, even to those who aren't reciprocal.

Recently he taught everyone about integrity. He could have hidden from his mistake, he could have been bitter. He wasn't. He took responsibility.

He taught me that athletes aren't all about the high paying, high life living that the pro athletes portray. He demonstrated that he will do what is right even when it's hard. 

We ALL make mistakes. The majority of us are fortunate enough to not have our mistakes broadcast around the nation and our families aren't hounded by the press when we do make a wrong choice. (His family being hounded is a whole other rant). Yet, at this critical time, March Madness, crucial NCAA play offs, this amazing, and beautiful young man owned up to his weakness. That is commendable.

I can tell you that I know that Brandon will be back and rise above this media driven, unwanted spotlight. I know plenty who would have done all they could to avoid the consequences that were handed down, including lying about what they did. I think more of Brandon today, I didn't even know that was possible, than I did before all this came out.

That is why I have faith and hope that he will be back and bigger than ever. While I support no sex outside of marriage on a psychological and religious level, I am also aware that the reality is that sometimes we get caught up in the moment.

Love ya Shorty!

Comments for this post are turned off. If you have a comment you may email me at the email address on the right near the top. I will not open up a forum where any negativity can be spewed regarding this subject. It's my blog and I don't roll that way.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Funk

**This blog post contains gripes that will not leave you feeling happier when you leave than when you got here.

But first- My blog background is really cool. It's green and I LOVE green (and orange, but it's a green holiday so there)

I am not happy with some of the things at work. They bill in lumps that make it so the payments don't get processed as quickly. I have asked questions about billing from other professionals that I go to trainings with and have found out that billings take 2-8 weeks, not the 6 months or that it has been taking, IF you bill at the end of every month, which they don't. I had a client ask me why they got the explanation of benefits with 4 months of billing all at once. Another piece of info that is contrary to what I have been told. This would explain why the end of month paychecks are random and sporadic :(

They have their daughters working the reception in the afternoons. They don't do much and one of them is very rude to the clients. So even though it's not part of my job I end up dong the cleaning of my own office. wouldn't be a problem, if the other areas were getting clean as they were supposed to AND let's be honest here. . .if my paychecks were as regular and balanced as their daughters since I actually do my work and have been soliciting work for the company.

With finances being tight it's been hard to enjoy all the dance competition planning because I can't afford to reserve the hotel rooms while they are cheaper. We don't use credit cards and I don't plan to start.

I have been working hard to figure out how to get on insurance panels so I can do private practice work and do my own billing. I have other clinicians that want to have me come on board and are willing to show me the ropes. That is a positive. It's just hard to do cause there is so much red tape and many of the panels are closed.

I got the dang flu Friday evening and spent my entire weekend in bed suffering from fatigue, congestion, and the hot and cold spells that come with a fever. I missed work on Monday (and have rescheduled or already seen the clients I had scheduled for Monday).

Tuesday morning I went to start my Jeep and got the click, click, click of a dead battery. My sweet daughter cleaned my jeep on Saturday and used the battery to roll windows up and down and power the music she cleaned to. Turns out she never started the Jeep so by Tuesday morning I had no juice left. Oldest gave me a jump (automotive lingo for used jumper cables to charge my battery enough to start my Jeep) and I was on my way.

THAT isn't the worst part. The worst part is I got frustrated with my daughter and didn't even tell her thank you for making the inside of my Jeep look good. I did tell her by text, but that was after she was at school and I was at work and felt like a crappy, ungrateful mother. Yeah, she forgave me. That's not the point.

My boss tells me how much he appreciated me, when I get frustrated about not getting paid, but doesn't show it by consistent actions. On of my coworkers hasn't gotten a raise since they got their license. That is almost 2 years. I don't want to be like that with my children. I want to show them appreciation all the time. Cause if you know my kids, you know they are great. My daughters are home with us and they really do make us proud.

I'm starting to ramble.

Ok, enough of the grumping. I can't remember all the other stuff that was making me grumpy.

Little miss Lady Bug is going to be here in just over 11 weeks.

I am going to start my own practice. I am working on it right now and have much support from outside of my current office. It's a time thing, but I am working on it each week. I'll keep you posted when the big stuff happens.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Somebody better be dying






The above are pictures of my mom's Mitsubishi Galant. She was on her way to watch Sassy dance in the Young Women in Excellence program on Wednesday night and some one driving a red SUV hit her, got stopped by the impact, backed  up, ripping her door away, and then drove off. She can't open her door and the insurance company is totaling the car and only giving her $4,600, which isn't enough to buy her another car that nice, with the low mileage she had, and that she loves. Her car was paid for. :(

She hadn't been in an accident for 42 years so this was a little unnerving to her. She is ok physically. For that I am very grateful.

There are many thoughts that ran through my head about why someone would hit and run. The only one I am ok with is that someone was dying and they needed to get to them. All others come from my jaded view, due to the field I work in. None are pretty.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

In Which I Take A Big Risk

I copied this from a friends facebook. A guy commented on her link to this article. I am impressed with how he was able to verbalize this. Mostly because I'm just not that good with words in an argument.

It's okay if you don't agree. Just note if you get nasty I will delete your comment. My blog is not the place for that. If you want to disagree in comment I am very much okay with that. I feel that his argument has merit.

"I'm not quite sure what all the fuss is about Pres. Packer's comment. It didn't sound offensive to me. And yes, I have gay relatives and have gay friends. But do I support gay marriage? Absolutely not. And I am Democrat. Do I offend or ...want to exclude gays and lesbians? No. I accept them as people with a problem. Who need help, if they want it. But I also accept Pedophiles, murderers, schizos, borderlines, manic depressed, suicidal tendencies, and other people with mental/behavioral disorders whom I work with as people with problems/sicknesses that also need help. Does most of society? no. Most of them get treated like crap all the time. Mormons, Catholics, Jews, Lutherans, etc, all pitch in on the horrible christian crapfest. But you don't hear these populations viciously hunting down the leaders and/or members because of the way there are/were treated by them, or what they may have said or say about where their illnesses come from (which are all unknown, btw) and how they are to be treated--and believe me, most views on these things are pretty backwater and crude. Not up to date with modern mental health views and practices at all. So, the only problem with the homosexual community is this...YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL CASES. LOWER ALL THE DAMN NOISE YOU'RE MAKING. Society AS A WHOLE HAS NEVER LEARNED TO ACCEPT THOSE WITH PROBLEMS. EVER. And i doubt we ever will. Acceptance of your 'sexual preference tolerance' is soooo hella down the list on the "things society should probably fix" list. Racism, RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, mental/health disabilities acceptance/awareness are just a few things that might take precedence over that. And all this scapegoating and blaming gets old. If it's not the mormons fault because of something ONE MEMBER SAID, or even several stupid ignorant members who say bullcrap and way prejudiced and biased things about a lOT OF THINGS (ut county anyone??), it'll be someone else, or some other religious leader or group or whoever. It's always been this way. Get over it. Oh, and pinning suicides on these people or groups?? Everyone ALWAYS HAS A CHOICE when it comes to their life. You don't think the mentally ill (yeah, i've overkilled this example, but it's something close to my heart, what I study and where I work) have ever been driven by their families, societies, groups, to suicide??? Because of what they have?? YES. Duh. But do others in their situation see that as the only way out? NO. THEY COPE. THEY MANAGE. IT SUCKS BUT WHAT ELSE CAN ONE DO IN A CUTTHROAT WORLD?? Everyone has a choice, but not until you accept who you are or what you have, and then accept to get help (sometimes forcefully, but we're trying to save your life) as hard as it may be, then more power to you. If you choose to not and just give up and die then so be it. Harsh reality. Do I know what it must be/feel like to have these problems? no. How hard it must be to live with it, with all the social stigmas?? no.. But have I seen people overcome these obstacles. with my eyes. Yeah you're pissed that it's hard, mr. hardy. But seriously, be mad at the PEOPLE who have treated gays bad, and not generalize it to their religious organizations and their members, and don't assume that you can pinpoint the extent of the LDS church's or any other church's doctrine on gays by quoting one blasted book. That's horrible science, everyone knows you need more references than that. That goes as well to those other pitchfork wielding radical gay rights groups members. "..I'm tired of waiting." yeah, a lot of them/us are fool. There's a lot of humble, honest, hardworking gays out there, and I say, keep fighting to be treated nicely by society, and be assured that there's many other groups trying for the same thing. But not by blaming and horribly biased hateful and hate-inducing journalism. It's getting old.
 
Also, I really did think Brother Hardy did really well in his letter, expressing the way he feels, the frustrations with uncaring members/leaders (but i repeat, Pres. Packer didn't offend anyone, just defending the adam and eve old LDS chur...ch knowledge of man between marriage and woman. People don't HAVE to believe it, this comment got waaaay too overblown.) I was mainly pissed off at the other comments after the letter, the "yeah, you tell em!! Eff those mother effers" and also the youtube user rednecks and their "all mormons burn in hell and they're right up there with "terrorists" comments after a pres packer clip. overgeneralizing ignorants....some people just need a little morsel to take a huge bit and run with it. Why is it the loud and obnoxious radical gay groups have to be like this always? HEEEEEELLL, I should be pissed at all the religious intolerance at temple square during conference!! I'ma grab my torch and pitchfork....roast me some conference protesters. (but I really wouldn't, since these people are paid to be there and tell us not to practice our Constitutionally given rights so they can feed their families. At least I know I'm trying to be a good Christian by trying to understand ;) )"
 
Yes it is strong. He makes some good points though and that is what I liked.
 

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Do You Record This Just to Torture Kids?

I had a foster kid on respite a couple of weeks ago. This means that another mom needed a break, so I took the boy for a week so his foster family could go on vacay. He lied, brought stolen property into my home, lied, swore (A LOT), lied, tried to manipulate (tried hard, but no success with me), lied......well you get the picture.

I record the show World Strictest Parents. I like this show. So do my kids. Every kid that is in my home while we are watching it has stated that we "should do this show." Yes we should.

From site


This particular boy asked me, "Do you record this show and make the kids watch it just to torture them?"

My reply was and is, "Nope. That's a good idea, though. I actually like to watch it, because in my line of work I don't see parents being parents much. When I watch this show I get to see that there are other parents willing to be parents."  He was speechless.

This post reminded me of that convo last week. Kids need parents. They have friends and peers. They NEED parents.

Anyone else with me?

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Because I feel like writing letters

Dear Dish Network,
Please stop unblocking the Video on Demand channel and adding extra channels full of smut and foulness to my line-up. I already block 90% of the channels that you force me to have just so I can watch the good stuff on Discovery Health, HGTV, Tru TV, Law and Order, NCIS, and Criminal Minds.

It would be great if I could just pay for the channels that I want. That would save me a lot and keep me from having to worry about the new porn channels you think we need. Just don't make any more changes until you have first cleared it with me.

Thanks,
Klin

Dear Foster Boys that are here on respite,
I am old. I know how to be defiant. I can wait you out. It's just easier to do the task asked of you because you will end up doing it any way.
Be nice when you go home to your foster families. My job is to make you love the home you are living at when you come on respite. I am good at my job.

I love you,
Mamma K

Dear Coco,
If you don't stop barking when I tell you to be quiet you will be banished to the outside. It hurts my ears when you keep barking even when I tell you it's okay. I know you are old and dog Alzheimers has set in, but remember I am top dog and when I say "BE QUIET" I mean it.

Mom

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Losing Friends

***Disclaimer - This is a political post and I know I will ruffle some feathers. I am using this forum as this is my blog and I am posting my opinion. I am exercising my 1st amendment right. It is okay with me if you don't agree. I am telling you that I don't agree with some of the thoughts, opinions, etc that are being stated. 
I have turned off comments because I am not starting a conversation here. I am posting my opinion. I also don't want other commenters attacked for their opinion. It doesn't get to happen like that on MY blog. If you feel compelled to say something to me scroll down to just below the beat the X scrabble block and click on email. Just because you contact me doesn't mean that I will engage in your debate.

**The title refers to what can happen due to my speaking out about a particular issue.**

Much ado is going around about Arizona's immigration law. I have sat back, listened, and thought about this issue for a long time now.My comments are mine and are about illegal immigration, not immigrants in general. This country was founded on immigrants. It's how we became the melting pot.

There are some things that keep popping up over and over that just don't sit well with me. This is a matter of accountability and honesty. If you are breaking the law then you have already proved that you aren't honest. Trying to skirt consequences or make excuses for why you are breaking the law is not being accountable.

So issue #1 is: (not in order of importance, but in order of the thoughts that occurred to me during a news broadcast.)
It takes too long to get immigration papers.
Really? My foster son just got his green card within 3 months! So in my experience of going through this with him I thought it was really fast. There are certain documents that need to be provided and his family provided them so that he could become legal. One very short  meeting. One long interview meeting. A health screening, with immunizations and a TB test, then a final health exam.
So my next thought on this is did it go through quickly because others aren't trying to and there are less applications to process, because he is barely 18, or some other reason that I don't know about? I am still thinking about all the possibilities.

Issue #2
This law will cause racial profiling.
The law will? Human nature does that. If educated about issues from all sides the fear based arguments will stop. Doesn't mean that everyone will get educated about it. Don't give me the line that law enforcement will profile. This is a "duh" moment. That is what they do. They profile criminals. It is how they keep us safe. Criminals have distinct behaviors and that is how the cops know to watch them to protect us from them. The reality is that we are experiencing certain races that are breaking certain laws. We cannot tolerate law breaking. Keeping the laws is what makes this country great and provides a place to prosper and grow.

Issue #3
This law is unChristlike.
Breaking the law is unChristlike, not enforcing it. I am religious so I am going to be religious here. Christ cleansed the temple when they were breaking the laws of God inside them. How is this law different from that?

Issue #4
The immigrants are keeping our economy thriving.
How so? In my world good quality contractors are out of work because the shoddy ones are hiring illegal immigrants at pathetic and inhumane prices. Those with a moral work ethic are not willing to stoop to shoddy work just to get the job.  The teens are out of jobs, too. Part of this is the economy in general, but the illegal immigrants aren't helping. So when people tell me that the economy will fail if they leave I want them to prove it to me. I'm not going to take anyone's word for it because I already feel like there are so many lies going around that I now need proof. My faith in government and politics is gone. Cheap labor and poor quality will cost somewhere down the line. We will be the ones to pay for it. That is simple economics.

Issue #5
In my line of work I see the effects of law breaking. I see the kids who's parents won't learn a new way to live, yet wanted to come to a place to provide better education and opportunity for their children.  I see the gangs, drugs, tagging, violence, and more that is costing our society more than just tax dollars.

I hear about how to get someone's stolen identity so that they can work. I know people who have done this. I cannot report it due to professional guidelines. It bothers me that someone's identity is stolen and that they will have to do come major work to repair the damage that gets done.  It bothers me that this is so easily justified; even fought for as a right by someone that isn't here n our country legally. Why do we as God fearing, honest people allow this, condone this, accept this as ok?

When did breaking the law become ok? When did we decide that we are America the mediocre and not America the great? When we accept criminal activity as ok are we willing to accept those consequences?

I know that I am not.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Ever wish you could go back in time and change just one action?

In all the craziness of the last several weeks month- I have gotten tired, grumpy, and frustrated with some things at my daughter's dance studio.

We pay A LOT of money each month and then we add costumes, studio apparel, travel for competitions etc. My girls have been dealing with an instructor that is not there very much of the time. The class assistant has a difficult time teaching the girls what the main teacher wants them to know. This is because the main teacher can't keep her choreography straight AND she is absent so much that no one can check in with her to make certain.

Some parents have emailed and complained to the main teacher about how the dances look. Her response was to yell at the girls at the next class about how poor they were doing. She isn't thinking about how difficult it is to read her mind.

She is a 4.0 college student on the touring ballroom team. This is not easy when it's all you do and this past December she got married. I really think that she had too much on her plate. I expect people to be responsible and let the employer know when it's too much.

So here's how this breaks down in my brain:
  • Since the teacher only gets paid when she is there and there is rarely a substitute covering where is my money going that is supposed to pay for said instructor?
  • If the studio owner knows that this is a problem why isn't she doing something about it?
  • She knows the teacher isn't there, she doesn't cover, she just pockets the money for my girls and their teammates to practice what they think the teacher wants them to do. Why?
We go to competitions and the studio owner decides, while watching the girls warm up and run through their dances that she doesn't like how it looks. AT COMPETITION!!!! Then she changes it up and confuses the girls.

Saturday rolls around. I am sitting with some other moms and listening to them express the same frustrations that I am having. Discussing how this was a problem LAST YEAR- yet nothing was changed. My girls come out and are sitting by me in between numbers with some other team mates. They are frustrated with her complaining about their dance. They don't even want to go back to run through.

So I let them sit by me and ignore the ballet teacher's mom who is being nasty about everything. (She apparently gets really Type A at competitions). I didn't even know who she was until yesterday.


Then I did a really dumb thing, that seemed like what needed to happen at the time.

So let me set the stage:
Several girls struggling to even want to perform, parents expressing frustration, and a teacher strutting around like she is great, but hasn't shown up to any competitions until now!

I wrote a note saying that her attitude was not helping the girls and to build them up or shut up. Then I wrote that their poor performance was a reflection on her absence at classes, not their lack of skill or practicing.

The ballet instructor talked to me about how my timing was poor form. After thinking about it over night, I agree. I should have worded it a bit softer, too.

I am not proud that I reacted to all the stress and frustration that was around me. I do think that she needs to know that we notice her absence and are not going to stand for her berating our daughters for not being able to do what she envisions when she isn't there to help them see it.

The irony:
  • The number she was frustrated and complaining about took 1st place. The one that my girls & others didn't run through took 4th- with the girls that did do the run through not knowing their moves as well as those who watched the company team perform.
None of that excuses my behavior. Certainly not my finest moment.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Open Letter

Dear Mr. Winter,

This week is Spring break for my children. We had plans to go out and do fun things. Outside. But you have come along and rained on my parade. Literally. Now you have planned to come and spoil another day with your weeping skies and moisture. It's too cold to be outside and now the drive up the canyon is going to be difficult at best. On March 20th the calendar said it was Spring. I've given you some leeway and some time to clear up. I even gave ample time for your remnants to melt away.

I want to spend time outdoors with my children. I want to walk around the mountains, visit the zoo without freezing. I want to go shopping (not that you will interfere with that) and I want to look for Spring clothes. Do you know how cold weather can put a damper on the shopping of warm clothes? When it's cold outside you want to buy warm clothes. We don't need more warm clothes- we need new Spring clothes that will brighten our days. It would just be really nice if you could go ahead and give it a rest now. You've overstayed your welcome.

Sincerely,
Mrs Monkey Butt

Monday, September 7, 2009

Gold Medalists

This weekend we did room changes. The room that Monkey Wrench and Oldest used to share was recently vacated by the human occupants. Oldest moved out when he married Frog, of course, and last weekend Monkey Wrench moved out so he can do what he wants, when he wants. Pretty normal 18 year old behavior ;)

L'il Red has some behaviors that the hubs and I need to monitor more closely. So we moved Lazy Lion and Jaguar over to the room recently vacated by my older boys.

We moved Tree Monkey down to the former room of Lazy Lion, Jaguar, and L'il Red. Then we moved :'il Red upstairs to the smaller room across from ours.

I am beat, bushed, exhausted, and quite ornery. I get that way when I have to clean my children's rooms. You see, my children are masters of stuffing CRAP under their beds (except for Sassy- she does not do this).

In fact, if stuffing crap under the bed were an an Olympic event I would have 3 gold medalists in my home, or I HAD 3, now I just have on.!

I found shirts, socks of all shapes and sizes, papers from massage therapy school, biology, welding, auto shop, a pocket knife, a compass (which can't help anyone find their way while buried under the bed), a dime, pants, a framed Eagle Scout award, pencils, pens, notebooks, reading material, bins that were purchased to store special keepsakes, but stuffed full of candy wrappers and others stuff that was clearly not keepsake worthy. More than half the stuff that I found should have been thrown away a long time ago.

So, what are your children gold medalists in?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Ever wonder what a day at work looks like for me?

WARNING!!! POST CONTAINS SARCASM. . . please don't interpret this as me being calloused. I really do see the cry for help. I just need some humor for coping skills some days.

In my job I file petitions of ungovernability that bring kids under court jurisdiction to get treatment. It is the least invasive way to help children and allows them to stay in their home with their families. Most kids have many delinquent behaviors that are causing them and their families much trouble. All of my cases come to me through a multi agency staffing. We call this MAS. I attend MAS every Tuesday and I'm not even Catholic ha ha ha ha. Sometimes I crack myself up.

(This is all the background you get. Sorry)

These sayings posted here were in my head may or may not have actually come out of my mouth.

I show up for court and the kid comes in with his parents. I start to introduce myself and he informs me up front that he doesn't have a problem and doesn't need or want my help.

Me: Well alrighty then, Ill just let the judge know that I made a mistake and we'll see if he will dismiss the petition. Appreciate your honesty.

Kid: I want an attorney. Can I have an attorney?

Me: Yes. You have the right to an attorney and if your parents qualify you may qualify for a public defender. Are you planning to deny the accusations that I have listed here?

Kid: What are they?

Me: Running away, threatening your dad and then attacking him, holding a knife to your own throat, overdosing on your psychotropic meds and then lying about it, hostility to authority figures, and on and on.

Kid: No, but I want an attorney because I think the punishment should fit the crime and coming into your porgram is unfair and over the top.

Me: Entering treatment where you get groups to teach you agression replacement tactics and get individual and family therapy is to strict for threatening and attacking people?

Kid: Yes. No one is going to control me, but me.

Me: That is true and you've done a fine job of that yourself. I agree with you. The punishment should fit the crime. I will let the judge know that you want that and I will let him decide what is fair.

Kid: My parents abuse me by making me take medication for bipolar disorder.

Me: You think that might be to keep them safe and to keep you from beating up on your brother and sister?

Kid: No. I want to be emancipated.

Me: Can you take care of yourself?

Kid: Yes. I have two condos in Hawaii and 7 kids. (He's 15)

Me: I see. I think your parents have you on the wrong medication.

Kid: I told you. I don't need medication.

Me: You need a medication for delusions and hallucinations.

He shut up.

Mom and dad snickered.

He told his mom to go eff herself. She didn't know what to say. My reply was, "Well, I'm not really into masturbation, although I realize that some people are. I just don't like the whole thing of have sex with yourself." Mom and dad laughed and took notes. Kid did not find any humor in my words.

Come on. give a little. That was funny, kid.

He was ordered into the pr0gram and after court I orient them to the program.

Me: Do I have a commitment from you that you will follow through with the requirements?

Kid: I don't have a choice.

Me: You have all the choice. You simply do not get to choose your consequences.

Kid: You choose the consequences by the choice you make.

Me: You and I are going to get a long just fine.

Kid: No we aren't.

Me: Ok. We won't.

I begin to go over the specifics of the program.

Kid: I am not going to do that.

Me: Ok. You don't have to.

Kid: You won't make me?

Me: Nope. I will file and order to show cause though and you can tell your judge why you didn't follow his orders.

Kid: Whatever. I don't care.

(Kid is holding his head in hands and crying.)

The same kid that glared at me before court wouldn't look at the judge and then wouldn't look at me following court because I was right.

Gotta admit- from his point of view that really does suck.

And after court-

**Today while Monkey Wrench was supposed to be watching Wiggly Worm he took a work bench table apart. Wiggly Worm did that. He got into Monkey Wrench's tools to find the right tools for the job.

Monkey Wrench is all bent out of shape. I am laughing my butt off. Not just because of this post, but because Monkey Wrench gets in to hubs tools all the time. He rarely puts them back. He loses them. Hubs finally locked them up - about time, too.

He insisted he was watching Wiggly Worm.

Really? At some point you weren't because he took the table/work bench apart. That takes some time.

Monkey Wrench had him put it back together. Hubs will let him take it apart again because it's been out in the weather and is not very stable now. Monkey Wrench is not thrilled that we find humor in the fact that Wiggly Worm took a table apart and that frustrated him. Why son? because he didn't play in the dirt like you wanted him to? Because he is just like you were at age 4-14? Because he got into YOUR tools? Or is it because you got busted not watching the little dude like you were asked to and now you look bad?

Can't blame it on the little dude.

Anyone else see the humor and irony in this?

***(Note: Wiggly Worm is almost 8 (in August), but he was badly neglected in his first 4 1/2 years and is the size and development of a 4 year old.)

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Spring Break

With the kids out of school for Spring Break I made plans. Such great plans, too.

Wednesday we would till the garden beds and then plant the little seeds in potting soil and peat moss pots. They will then sit windows as they grow.

Thursday I had a little work to do so I would do that while the kids tidied up the house and then we would pack to go camping Thursday night through Saturday afternoon.

That would give us Sunday to rest and get ready for school to start and our crazy schedule that reminds us of life Monday through Friday.

Tuesday it rained all day and night. I slept so good. I love the rain. It was warm and just like spring with a rain storm.

Wednesday it started out raining then it turned to snow. Uhm, hello . . . I thought it was spring break, not winter break :/

Even Sassy commented on how it feels more like a Saturday in winter than spring break. True dat.

This is what it looked like about lunch time here.



There was more when I left, but I didn't take a picture of the snow packed roads I was driving on. Safety reasons, you know.

So no garden prep and no camping. :(

We did have a girls night in with candy, popcorn, and Edward. The girls were annoyed by my hawtness comments about Emmett and James. :D
















We got to bed soooo late! But it was fun. Funny thing is when my boss and I were talking about the weather and how it has ruined the plan of many gardeners he said I should do a mivie night with Twilight! Bahahahahahahaha! We did that. Guess we'll have to come up with something else for Friday and Saturday.

Any suggestions?

Friday, March 20, 2009

It's About Time Don't Ya Think?

For over TWO weeks straight life has been beyond busy. Waaaaaay beyond.

I've been squeezing about 10 hours of work a week in. Yes I said squeezing in work. And only 10 hours of it.

I have a little fact for you all. The afternoon hours that take place after school are not long enough to get all the kids needs met with doctors offices, dental appointments, therapy appointments, court appearance, and sports activities. Well when you have 6 kids that you are running around, anyway.

1. Diet update. I'm still going. Not strong. See, these boxes of Girl Scout cookies showed up at my house and well, they are pretty darn good. Good enough to eat a box of them. Now I only open a box when the whole family is home. Assures that one box will not be consumed by me. The calories in those morsels of deliciousness are insane!

2. More diet update. Think you can eat just one? Yeah, I though the same thing. So while I was doing my grocery shopping I let Sassy choose some Pringles. They have this limited time only flavor called Honey Mustard. What they should be called is "Lay's has nothing on me and you won't eat just one chip, but you will eat one can." Yep that's right. I ate the whole can of chips. No more of those coming in my house.

3. So needless to say I am eating more raw right now to try and cleanse the badness, that tasted so very good, from my body. I am getting more energy as time goes on. My Fibromyalgia pain is decreasing. My arthritis pain is not affected by my diet. I had hoped it would be, but the positives are enough to keep my going and who knows . . .Maybe in the longer run it will have an affect.

4. We now have a total of 3 foster sons. Caseworkers are asking if we could make room for one more. Are you kidding? I would have to quit my job and add on to my home for that to happen. It's big enough and we'll work with our 3 and then we'll take more, just 3 at at time.

5. Monkey J (our oldest foster son) took 3rd place in the 200 yard dash on Tuesday the 17th. Good thing the school colors are green. Kept 'em from getting pinched. He is really a sweet kid. His grandparents and his aunts and uncles are great and provide him great support. We had a BBQ over at his aunt and uncle's home and got to meet them all.

6. We celebrated Monkey Wrench's 18th birthday! That will need to be it's own post.

7. We also had just over 40 people come to our home for a BBQ on hubs birthday. It was awesome. We have such great friends and family. They truly are a blessing in our lives. It was so great to have those who could come and celebrate with us. I have a funny video of the pinata break. So funny the men who were supposed to be holding the pinata couldn't.

8. Thanks to you all for being patient with me. I'm trying to get caught up but that means more reading than commenting. Sorry.

9.
Monkey D


Monkey J




Monkey E

Friday, February 6, 2009

Just griping and other crap- like losing mother of the year award due to feeling annoyed by children at the moment

So I love being a mom. I love most all kids. Really I do.

But right now I wish it was bed time.

I have this foster son who is feeling inferior for something. I don't know what exactly. I'll figure it out later.

He is trying to convince me that he was trained for special forces as a sharp shooter at age 11.

Uhm, okay. I didn't join the military but I haven't heard of 11 year olds being trained in THIS country for military special forces.


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Miss Sassy Pants (formerly known as Mini Me) gave us so much attitude that I took her phone away. We told her to do her chores. She looked at the chore list and saw that it was clean and vacuum the living room. She wanted to know WHY she had to clean it and why she couldn't just vacuum around the stuff. WHY does she have to clean it up for everyone else?

I told her that question didn't warrant a response from me.

The taking of her phone resulted in an immediate change of attitude and upon returning from picking Tree Monkey up from dance she was a polishing away at cleaning the house. Guess we know what her motivation is.


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Oldest is mad at me. He wants a dog. He doesn't help around the house. He doesn't do his chores. When asked to do something he does a poor job and doesn't finish. I told him to change his behaviors and then the next time the opportunity poses itself he will be in a good position to bargain.

He asked me if he did good for a week then would I let him have the dog?

Bahahahahahahahaha!

*clears throat*

Yeah. That hasn't worked since he was 9. Good effort though. It's gonna take a lot longer than a week. I've got enough on my plate so there's no need to add any more, thanks though.

He has been looking for an apartment that will let him have the dog. He has poor money management skills and doesn't seem to understand that he can't support himself and a dog, too. If he is even lucky enough to find an apartment that will let him have the dog.

Sure wish I could reach him on that one.



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Getting used to the dietary changes. Beginning to learn more and more ways to prepare food and liking most of it. Not feeling increased energy like I'd hoped. There are some other things the doctor can look at - if I ask him to.

There are enough benefits that it's worth continuing for me.

Like . . . oh . . . say something like



well . . .



perhaps . . .




something like . . .




getting back into my pair of skinny jeans- even if they are only one size smaller. :D



Well it's time to go listen to more stories and finish watching October Sky (edited on TV thank Heaven) and then put my girls to bed listen to prayers and kiss my girls good night.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Blogging Safety

Just a few thoughts about protecting your family and your identity. There have been some concerns on our local news and out in the blog world about the dangers. I just want to remind all my readers- all 5 or 7 of you- to be safe and keep your family safe.

Here are 3 ways to have blog safety and a note for blog etiquette. I haven't noticed a problem with etiquette, but I like the article and my friend has a way of getting it out there, plain and simple.

1. Under settings click basic and scroll down to Let search engines find your blog? and put NO in the box.

2. Read this caution and follow the two links in her post or click here and here.

3. If you need further proof about being careful read this story.

4. Some notes of blogger etiquette can be found here if you are interested.

Mostly I don't believe in living in fear, but we do need to be cautious. I use code names and try to keep things vague. I'm not always good at it, but I am going to be more aware.

The bottom line is to use the lingo and pseudonyms that others use for themselves when you refer to them. Like in real life I don't call my bloggy friends Millie or Heffalump or even Elastic, ( ok maybe sometimes) The point is they are trying to protects their identity and family so I honor the names that they have chosen.

For me, well, I work in a field that affords me the opportunity to work with people with some scary behaviors. So I want people to know as little as possible about me and even less about my family.

It's not mean, just cautious. Also, don't be offended if someone requests that you change how they are listed or if a comment gets deleted because it has too much info in it. It's all about safety.

When safety is gone it takes the fun with it. :(

That's why we are Monkeying Around The Jungle and I am Klin, married to hubs or Mr, mother to Oldest, Monkey Wrench, Mini-Me, and Tree Monkey. Occasionally I change the kids names to fit with their hobbies, likes, or activities, but for the most part this is how they are referred to.

Be safe out there. There are creepy and very sick people who hurt just to make others hurt. I don't want any of you to become victim to that.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Alas, I Join the Others

who are haters of Qwest customer service.

I had linked my accounts. Qwest failed to tell me that 90 days after I canceled my account (because I moved and they aren't in my new area). I would have made the change over, rather than lose my emails. Ugh.

My professional email and my blog email is all gone.

*sniff, sniff*

I have set new ones up, but have lost it all my other ones.

Qwest sucks!!!

But most of you already know that, huh?

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Computer Tech Support at MSN really ARE imbecils

The frustration continues. especially knowing that I did NOT get all the e cards that b. sent me ;)

So I was told 12 hours for the server outage due to maintenance on Friday. Today it is 24 hours.

Did you know that the tech support people are not very often people who actually know ANYTHING about computer tech stuff?

IT'S TRUE!! They read a script!

They also ask you repeatedly "if there is anything more they can help you with?" Uh, well . . . IF you had helped me in the first place, maybe, but with that not being the case then . . .well . . . you could actually help me in the first place.

When you are quiet the little dude on the other end of the line says, "uh, maam?" I reply, "yes."

Silence

I'm guessing all my questions have left him dumbfounded. Most of the callers are nice and just accept what they say.

Well, I ask questions back. The kind like, "Is that from the script? Cause you are the third or fourth person to use those exact words with me. It sounds like a script to me."

They repeatedly tell me that Hotmail only has email support. They read a script, too. I sent them all the information about what I had done, tried, and what error messages I got AND they send me back emails- one per day- asking for the very information that is in the emails that they are answering.

We could all be tech people. We just have to pick the right script to go with what ever thing the people click on. We don't actually have to know anything.

Okay, that was mean. Sorry.

The other point of view- no, not the tech guy's

Hubs is watching me as I talk with the tech guy. He wants to get a video camera, but doesn't know where to look. That is my department.

He is laughing. Quietly. Most of the time. Occasionally a loud laugh escapes his well controlled lips. (Mmmm, his lips . . . . . . . .) Sorry, I am back.

When I end the call, Hubs lets me know that he is thoroughly enjoying himself. He has never seen anything so humoring. In his mind he is picturing the guy on the other end and my confounding him with questions and big words.

I did not cry today. I was very directive and very firm. I had control of the conversation.
Guess sleeping does help.

Well I'm so glad I could provide him with a laugh. Seeing him talk about it makes me laugh.

He is a good therapist- at least in the way he retells his version of what he saw.

Blogging in good therapy, too. Oh, and I actually told the little guy yesterday that I would be blogging about this. Maybe others would read it and agree and decide to NOT use hotmail.

When I had Qwest, I at least had good customer support when I called.

I'm off to go shopping. For groceries.

Besides I've a gmail that I've changed my link on my side bar to. Need to contact me? Use that one.

Friday, October 24, 2008

In Which I May or May Not Need Intensive Therapy

Sometime during Wednesday night to Thursday morning my THREE email accounts all became unavailable to me. We can access Mr's and all the kids' accounts, but my three, which were linked together for ease of monitoring, are behind a brick wall.

A brick wall that I am ready to throw my computer or something through!

I stayed up until 2 AM Friday morning to try and fix this problem.



I searched the web on the MSN, Microsoft, and Hotmail web sites.

I followed their instructions:
Deleting cookies, temporary internet files, reset the password, yada, yada, yada . . . . .

I start this afternoon by calling Tech Support numbers associated with my email account. Since 2 PM I have been on the phone retelling my problem repeatedly for about
6 freaking hours.

I'm pretty sure this next statement will offend someone, but in my state of mind I'm really not sure I mind right now. Computer Tech Support Guys/Girls are NOT as smart as they think they are.
NO ONE HAS BEEN ABLE TO FIX THE PROBLEM.


Hotmail- which is who gets your email account when QWEST isn't smart enough to be in your area and you keep your email--you know for reasons like ease of communication with those who already know it- is only tech supported by email.

The guys answer your technical support emails are imbecils. The answer only once a day. They don't read the email that you sent them telling them what you've done, Soooooo they tell you to do it again.

Do you know why they don't have phone service? Because they would learn some new words that would make their ears burn when they gave the stupid answers that they email you.

Words like "frickin' frackin', blankety, blank, so and sos." I have been trying to do better about watching my mouth so insanely enough, those are the actual words that I have been thinking and saying.

Enough about my language, this is about my need for therapy because
I OWN A FREAKING COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Ok. I feel better now. No not really. I post this in the hopes that they will read how they come across and take measures to provide better customer service. Ha!

Probably not. But it's my blog and since I'm crying ( I do that when I am frustrated and want to hurt something/someone) I'll gripe if I want to.

I need to blow my nose now. Seems when my eyes leak so does my nose :(