Labor Day Weekend Thoughts

Because I haven't an interesting thing to write about I thought that I would just bulletin the many rather unintelligent thoughts going through my mind at this time. I'm not at work and don't go back until Wednesday so shoooo academic ideas, gimme junk!!

• I bought the new Kid Rock CD (Rock n Roll Jesus): yes, I am into Kid Rock. In a weird been used by skanky women and "I don't know why the hell I feel this way maybe it's because I should've been a groupie instead of a school teacher" kind of way, I find him appealing. Maybe it is just the forbidden life. I dunno.... I love his music; all of it.
• The anorexic girl who doesn't wear a bra at the gym that I have posted about before is now teaching a weights/aerobic class on Saturday mornings and I attended it. She kicked my ass; I hate her even more now but I will continue going to the class.
• I also went to 1/2 of a new class this morning: "Nia". I loved it. It was very...hmmmm... relaxing?? The official description is "a combination of dance and martial arts; focusing on the "dynamic" and "ease" movements". Very much like the 'alternative' dance class I had in high school. I want to go for the entire time but couldn't today because the gym daycare only lets the kids stay for 90 min intervals.
• I was reading other blogs and many a person is fall cleaning their houses. I want to do the same. I tried to last weekend, actually I referred to it as purging my shit. But I really need someone to assist because I can rationalize why I need that red can labeled "cookies" and an outsider could just tell me to get a grip on my god damn hording--what, was I raised during the depression?? Why do I do this and how the hell can I get rid of the junk baggage.
• Forgot: I took the boys to "Star Wars: Clone Wars" last Sunday. It was fun, they love seeing movies in the theatre and I really like the devouring of a ginormous tub-o-popcorn and extra large Pepsi in the dark where no one can see that I am undoing all the healthy eating and hard ass workouts from the previous week. Now THAT is the forbidden life--WHAT A RUSH I GOT!! The movie was alright, I'm not a big Star Wars fan. My boys are; they can actually give you a verbal family tree of the friggin bounty hunters (The Fetts for those of you who are savvy). There were some one liners that made me laugh but just seeing the delight in my boys was enough for me.

Well that sums up my thoughts. Pretty bad, huh. It gives you fodder. Have a splendid work-free, important thought-free weekend!!

Huge Explanation for a Bit from Tel

My hubbie got his deer; his hunt for the year is over. Yes, we are hunters (and trappers for that matter). I do fancy myself as a liberal feminist (well most of the time, in most company) but we do slay Bambi. Yea, Yea enough with the "oh my god, did she really say that?" I am more concerned with the over-population of deer herds being forced from their natural habitats due to assholes desiring the hill top huge ass home. If the deer aren't "taken" for nourishing reasons they will either get hit by a car on their way to find food, die slowly of starvation, or catch one of the many diseases (and die slowly and painfully) the breed has fallen victim to since they were forced to change their natural lifestyles. I am also concerned with my sons being forced to eat food that comes from animals who are given enough growth hormones to send the average American child into puberty at age 9. I want to know where the meat, eggs, fruit, veggies, etc come from as often as possible. Hence the hunting, raising of cattle/sheep, raising chickens, and growing fruit trees and a garden each summer. No E. Coli or Salmonella (sp?) for my boys. The winter months we have to live on what is offered at our not so accommodating to picky people supermarkets in this area. ANYHOO... (I still hate that but use it anyway)
Hubbie, Tel, and I were at a friends house taking care of (for those of you who are sensitive about the caring of fresh carcases) hubbie's deer and of course Tel wanted to experience everything about it--including touching it. Touching was fine until we noticed that all of the ticks (which are commonly found on Mule deer living in sage brush and cedar trees) had not jumped for cover as said deer was being transported home. We told Tel to be careful where he was touching and pointed out a tick while explaining that they will get on your skin and suck your blood and the only way to get them out is with a hot match (didn't want to get into the whole Lyme Disease and such....he is only 3). He became more careful but didn't say any more about them. Fast forward, two days: Tel and I were eating breakfast together and he began to explain his tick theory. "Mom, I think the ticks come from vampires" "What do you mean, Tel?" "The vampires are at their houses and tell the ticks to go suck people's blood" "That is a thought but remember vampires aren't real" That was it. He was very final with his explanation and didn't see it necessary to argue with me. So in case you wondered why or where we gets ticks: those f-ing LAZY vampires!!

A New Era Of Motherhood

I am entering a new era of motherhood and I don't know how I feel about it. Tel will begin preschool on Monday. It is only for 2 hours, twice a week but it is school. This is my baby, there will be no more (a small procedure performed on my not so willing hubbie, but I gave birth to two good sized babies vaginally so there was a basis for the short straw draw, has guaranteed this). Dax is in the 3rd grade this year and according to the 1st class newsletter he will be learning how to write in cursive, multiplication, and will incorporate an actual science class. These are things that are needed for all his future educational career not to mention life skills. When did his primary schooling turn into life skills. I have issues with this as well. I thought it was cute when he learned how to read and write and even more cute when he could do math but my 1st baby is really learning stuff that he will need for the rest of his life-- that isn't the cute stuff anymore it's hard stuff. Am I prepared for him to struggle if he does? Dax is amazingly smart and I'm not just saying that because he is my son. He is an 8 year old 3rd grader who reads and writes on an 8th grade level. School, thus far, has been a breeze for him and I want him to continue to succeed (I have prepared myself for Dax to become a rocket scientist or brain surgeon--there isn't any smarter careers are there, hence the "It doesn't take a .... to know that") Back to Tel: my baby. He is so excited to start school and even more excited to find out that he will have homework. Yes, you heard correctly-homework. Tel's first newsletter informed the parents that they will need to provide treats once every 8 weeks, will be in charge of the "sound" bag every 8 weeks (something to do with learning the sounds of the alphabet) and helping their child with their homework that will be sent home in a folder which on one side holds the homework and on the other side holds the work completed and notes home. I am NOT ready for all of the "big boy" shit yet; as you probably noticed by all of the above incoherent rambling. I am so happy for my boys to become awesome but they are my babies and I fear them not needing me; which is what comes after homework in preschool and times tables in cursive.
On a side note: I got a new puppy (that makes 4 dogs) she is a border collie and seems to be very good. She is catching onto simple commands and stays faithfully by our side when any of us is outside. Unfortunately she is fascinated with my potted flowers and has knocked over and up-rooted a pot on more than one occasion. I think due to age, this isn't bothering me as much as it did with our other border collie who loved to get inside of my planters and dig the flowers up. I may be freaking out about my boys growing up but at least I know that if I were to have waited until later in life to have them I would have gotten to the point when nothing was really bothersome and therefore I wouldn't dwell on the transitions of their lives. I think it is better that I freak out; because strong emotion is what deeply embeds memories---Right?