I have had more fun playing on Google Earth this afternoon.Â It’s so cool to be able to look at old houses I lived at, at Maple Hill Cemetary, and at our little city in general.Â Although, if I were a private eye, I would sure as hell use Google Earth, because you can spot cars where they ought not be.
Y’all, there are times when I wonder what indians dropped me off with my parents, because I am clearly not from the same cloth.Â But then I read Confessions of a Dumb Blonde, which is authored by my sister, and I realize that it must’ve been in the water on our reservation.
I love to weigh in (no pun intended) on issues that I don’t truly comprehend and bitch about them.Â From CNN.com today, a story of an 8-year old boy who weighs 218 lbs:
When the boy was 2 1/2 years old, he was too heavy for his mother to pick up and at 5, he weighed more than 126 pounds, said The Journal, a northern regional newspaper. Now Connor, who is tall for his age at 5 feet tall, wears adult clothes and size eight shoes, the newspaper said.
Connor’s mother said he steals and hides food, frustrating her efforts to help him. He eats double or triple what a normal seven-year-old would have, she said.
“If I didn’t give him enough at teatime then he would just go on at us all night for snacks and stuff,” she told ITV.
Connor, who lives with his mother and sister, has difficulty dressing and washing himself, misses school regularly because of poor health, and is targeted by bullies.
“People pick on us because of my weight. They call us fat. It makes us feel sick of the nutters always shouting at us,” Connor told ITV.
Now, yes, there is much debate to get into here.Â The local government is threatening to remove the child from the home, citing neglect.Â This could be argued both ways, especially when they have not released the child’s full medical history (due to privacy clauses, understandably), so we may not know the full reason for his weight gain.
My concern here is two-fold:
- This quote: “If I didn’t give him enough at teatime then he would just go on at us all night for snacks and stuff.“Â Um, as much as I’d like to fight for parental rights on this, this lady just proved my whole theory of BE A PARENT! in one sentence.Â Yes, Lord forbid he compain.. that might be too much.
- This quote: “People pick on us because of my weight. They call us fat. It makes us feel sick of the nutters always shouting at us.”Â Apparently, Connor is so amazingly large that he is referring to himself as two people.
Yes, you may pray for me.
Can I just TELL you how much I enjoyed last night?Â It was everything I dreamed a dark night could be.Â I wouldn’t have changed a thing.. it was just THAT perfect.
I got home around 4:30, and the weather was A-MAY-ZING.Â I fed the dogs, played with them a bit, and then ran to Kroger to stock up for the next week or so.Â I spent more time than I wanted to there (sidenote: why do some people HAVE to be on their cell phones at all times?Â For example, a lady was quite literally on her phone saying, “Now I’m gonna get some bread.Â What kinda bread you think I should get?Â I dunno what’s on sale here at da Kroger.” And of course, she followed me around EVERYWHERE I went.), but I managed to get out of there by 5:30.Â I ran home, unpacked the groceries, cleaned out my car (SERIOUSLY), and sat down for a second.Â
Then Ra called to bitch, so of course I took a few more seconds.Â And then I watched half an episode of Judge Joe Brown.
But then I got antsy again.Â It’s the weather.Â I start spring cleaning at the FIRST sign of spring.
I finished up the two loads of laundry Bryan started before he left town, and threw two more in of my own.Â I moved all of my heavy sweaters out of my closet.Â I changed our sheets.Â I cleaned the bathroom.Â Then I took the dogs for a walk, came home, and finished up the rest of the laundry.Â Around 9:45, I ran a bath.Â I crawled into bed right after ten and was GONE.
I know that sounds like a crazy hectic night, but for me.. that was HEAVEN.Â I’m the dork who finds cleaning therapeutic.Â I can’t function in a messy house.Â And now, I don’t have to.Â I sleep better in a clean house.Â And yes, I know how retarded that sounds.
Today I get my hair cut.Â (HOORAY!) I adore my hairdresser.Â She’s had her own life struggles, so we can complain about craziness together.Â And she does some mad-good hair.
And the weather?Â People, enjoy this weather.Â Wow.
I have an ongoing love-hate relationship with our cable/internet/phone provider.Â While our internet is stellar, and we rarely have problems with the cable, our phone service is less than fabulous.Â And what really sucks is that we will often go for WEEKS without knowing that our phone isn’t working.Â We’re just excited that no one loves us enough to call us at home.
Well, this was one of those weeks.Â I came home and realized that — AGAIN — there was dead air when I picked up a handset.Â So I tried to call our landline using my cellphone, and foundÂ SEVEN DAYSÂ of unheard messages.Â How long has it been since we actually used our phone?Â
So, I emailed their support team.Â And I kid you not, this was their response:
We need you to contact us when the phone is not working to schedule for a technician.Â You canÂ contact us by phone. Â We can not issue credits for the phone service without documentation because we do not know that the phone is not working. I have schedule forÂ technician to come out to the home to get the issue resolve. The technician is schedule for 02/28/2007 from 2pm to 5 pm.Â I apologize for any inconvenience.
Um.Â Really?Â REALLY?
So, needless to say, if you have called my home and been rolled over to my voicemail and I never called you back, we apologize.Â We did not know.Â We apologize for any inconvenience.
To-Do for 2013
* Be pregnant. Enjoy it. Make it meaningful.
* Allow some wiggle room.
* As many overnight adventures as we can fit in.
* Refocus finances.
* Post-pregnancy, get back into running.
* Read a book a month (not school or work related).
* Get the boys to play frisbee golf several times a month.
About Sarah Lena
Mom to a 5 year old, StepMom to a 12 year old, and Wife to a 40 year old, Sarah Lena is busy. She is a wrangler of rocket engineers by day, and a student and voiceover artist by night. She has an unabashed love of food, local theatre, and beauty products.