Children forced into cell-like school seclusion rooms – CNN.com

Children forced into cell-like school seclusion rooms – CNN.com.

You know, I trust my kids school. I trust their teachers. I trust that my kids will tell me if anything inappropriate is going on, you know, like being locked into “time out” rooms that are little more than broom closets in some cases, or worse.

That said, articles like this make me want to keep them home again, hoomeschool, stay away from people in general.

I wish I lived in the world before America’s Most Wanted, before CNN, before news like this was world wide. I want to live ing a safe world made up of my neighbors and my local village. I am tired of living in a global village where abductions two thousand miles away and horrors commited in school almost a thousand miles away impact my daily life. I want my kids to be able to play outside without my worrying they will get hit by a car or stolen or worse. Logically I know the odds aren’t the great, but I also know a little girl was abducted from inside her home not two miles from my home not too long ago. It doesn’t happen often, but once is too often.

Go Vote!

Sent this out this morning – posting it now!

Sorry if you can’t vote quite yet – I just grabbed my entire address book. I also apologize if you get this multiple times!

It is so important this year. I don’t care who you vote for (that’s a lie, I do care, but let’s pretend I don’t) either way it’s history in the making and don’t you want to be a part of that?

We’ve voted already (early voting) but if you were not able to take advantage of early voting or absentee voting, please make sure you take the time to go vote today.

Many places are offering voting incentives! StarBucks is offering a free cappuccino if you bring in your “I voted” sticker, my kids school is offering the class with the most “I voted” stickers a party of some sort, and I’ve heard many other businesses are offering goodies as well.

So quit reading your email (well, your blog list), go vote!

Why do I even care?

So you have heard me complain about the parents at my kids school before. Nothing new there.

We had a 100th day of school party today in Dorian’s classroom, and I was looking around (while all these parents were busy avoiding us, no shit, two chairs to my right were left open, and there was a huge gap between me and the chair to my left).

Prada glasses, Channel glasses, PINK sweatshirts (ok, VS PINK line is hardly “designer” but it’s still a label… btw, I carry a “PINK” label bag, so I am not jealous of the labels, it just irks me how important they are in a supposedly frum setting), designer handbags, it goes on and on.  I was wearing a plain black tee and a black tier skirt from Old Navy (from a few years ago) and sandals that are 8 years out of season. I did not carry my bag in with me, I didn’t have to. Maybe if I had I would have fit into the “label whore” crowd (I’ve been carrying said PINK bag lately because I haven’t switched to a different one lol)

Don’t even get me started on how many little girls ears I saw pierced. Babies even (for parents who brought their younger children as well). Why is it the most awful thing in the world when I do it to my own body of my own volition, but it’s perfectly acceptable to mutilate a babies ears before they even know what their ears are? Don’t have this argument with me. I think piercing kids ears is fine, when they are old enough to ask for it *and* take care of their new piercings themselves. Anything prior to that is off limits as far as I am concerned.  Yet if I bring up this argument they’d shrug it off.

There’s a million other things, but whatever. We had fun. We decorated 100 glasses (paper glasses cut into the shape of 100), made a 100 hat, counted 100 pieces of fish food (our 100 items contribution) and Dorian wrote his entire name (first & last) and sounded out FISH FOOD with just a little prompting from me. He put his handprint on the 100 handprints table, and he counted out 100 blocks. He played with 100 legos and built a… thing. He painted (very neatly, inside the lines) a 100 Days badge. His friends were talking to him, and it was fun and he was thrilled we were able to stay for the entire 100 Days party.

So why do I let these other parents get to me?