Yeah, it’s been one of those you-can-hear-a-pin-drop kinda weeks around here. Literally.
Can’t say the same about the thoughts that are racing inside my head at 100mph. But that’s a whole different story altogether and one for another day, maybe 
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Right now, let’s just say my sensible side is having a friendly joust with my wild side. Ever had one of those?
Anyone else following the Casey Anthony case? Truth is I’ve not been able to stay away. Simple as that. Not that I even tried.
Being a mom myself, I find it truly appalling that a mother aka Casey Anthony could spin such a giddy web to lies to cover up what (I believe) she did to her little daughter. Mind you, Caylee Anthony was only 2. We hear about the terrible two’s but if you ask me, there’s nothing terrible about a child at age 2.
Two is when a child is just starting to become inquisitive about everything. I remember my kids at that age asking 100 questions per hour, and those little feet going 100 miles an hour.
It really tears me up to watch those pictures and videos of little Caylee, happy and carefree and totally oblivious to the fact that her own mother, the one person she should trust to love and protect her, would be the one to do something so unthinkable to her.
How could anyone snuff the life out of their 2-year-old, then throw her body out like garbage into the woods, just so they could go about their wild partying ways without being tied down to the responsibility of being a mother and raising their child? It’s absolutely beyond me.
I mean, Casey Anthony really didn’t have to kill Caylee. She had just about the best support system there is, one that would be the envy of young mothers everywhere. Her parents and brother doted on little Caylee (and who wouldn’t? she was so cute!). She could’ve just left her with them. Or given her up for adoption.
Day after day, I’m glued to the courtroom circus, legal analysis and never-ending twists and turns. Another week or so before the defense wraps up the case and then it’s anyone’s guess. I can’t wait to see how this will all turn out for Casey Anthony.
I was going to post a Wordless Wednesday today but seeing as I’m not much good with keeping my mouth shut my talkative fingers from walking all over my keyboard, I decided to pick the happy medium.
So Whatever Wednesday it is – a picture, a few words (’nuff said!) and a guessing game, just for the heck of it. Here goes:
This is one of my favorite drinks. It’s slightly sweet, very nutritious and great for your complexion. I like it better chilled.
Your guess – what drink is this? I will post up the correct answer later. Oh, and while you’re at it, name me one of your favorite beverages 
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Raine and Skye both deleted their Facebook accounts last Monday. Of their own accord. I had nothing to do with it. Maybe it’s just as well because I’ve never encouraged any of my kids to be on Facebook in the first place.
I’ve maintained my stand from the beginning about what they should and shouldn’t do online. Mother knows best, as Mother Gothel would say. I’ve drummed into them the security and privacy issues and the dangers of electronic pickpocketing and pedophiles, stalkers and future employers finding out too much, et cetera.
My kids know the drill – no real names, no photos of themselves, no private info. They’ve been very good about it even though I’m sure the peer pressure must be enormous seeing as how people consider it ‘cool’ to shout out every last detail of what they, and the garden grasshopper, do every minute of the day on the internet.
The good thing about my kids is that they don’t care about trying to live up to everyone else’s definintion of “cool”. Like I always say to them, just do your own thang, think for yourself and set your own standards. It doesn’t matter how “cool” everyone else is. Just be yourself and you’re cool .
So then, is it any surprise then that we have no iPads in the house, never tasted a macaron and the only GPS I own is the often unreliable one in my head. That’s exactly how uncool we are!
It’s been a bit of a dramatic week though dramatic is not a word you would normally associate with us and our mundane lives in the city.
First, there was an earthquake (what earthquake? I never felt a thing!) which sent Raine and her entire college scuttling down 6 floors when pencil cases fell to the floor and the college kids, Raine included, felt a sudden dizziness. I’d barely dropped her off at college an hour earlier when she called to have me pick her up as classes had been cancelled for the day.
This week, we saw 2 accidents on the highway within 5 minutes’ drive of each other. This morning, on the way to the gym, I almost hit a car that was making a turn when it wasn’t his turn. I honked, he glared and drove on despite our vehicles being inches from each other. Driving gives me high blood pressure these days. Flying lessons are definitely on my to-do list.
On a brighter note, I’m just done painting my nails. Aah, that was therapeutic! And now that the weekend is here, I’m just going to kick off my shoes… so I can paint my toenails 
. What’s therapeutic for you?
As soon as I turn the corner to Raine’s college, the scenery changes from this
… to this, a sea of college girls with deuter backpacks and short shorts, some even shorter and tighter than these!
That’s the modern-day college kid for you. They don’t wear very much. Spaghetti and tank tops that can’t seem to keep stuff from spilling out. Skirts so short and tight you can’t even sit down. Times are bad, we need to save on fabric?!
Once my Dad came to pick me up from the college where I was teaching, and he almost flipped at what he saw. Poor Dad! He was going, is this what kids wear to school these days? Shaking his head, he went on, in my day, this is how hookers dress, are these girls here to get an education or what?
Indeed as a mom and teacher, my stand is this – anything that short and tight has no place in the classroom. Colleges may turn a blind eye but what about the parents? Shouldn’t they have a say in what their teens wear to school?
I would assume that most of us go through a thought process when deciding what’s appropriate and what’s not. Most of it is common sense really. Seems like that’s not apparent to everyone though. Worse yet, it seems kids are starting young too these days, according to this article which I totally agree with, by the way.
What do you think?
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