March Madness!

Another long drive resulted in another successful meet for the Pup! I don’t have the videos done yet, but – here’s her times:
The 200yd Freestyle Relay
The girls KILLED their time –
Previous 4:52.54
Yesterday: 4:13.08
-39.46
Unfortunately, the pup was a little bit antsy and jumped the gun, not quite waiting until her teammate touched the wall before she started her anchor leg. They were DQ’d.
50 yd Backstroke
Previous time: 1:06.93
Yesterday: 1:04.04!
-3.29
Added bonus? Her goal is to beat her cousins – while we aren’t sure she’ll ever catch the Bug (we think he may have gotten his Junior Olympic qualifying time yesterday in one event!), she DID beat D-man’s backstroke by over 10 seconds! Happy Pup! even though we told her she COULD NOT BRAG about it. *L*
50yd Freestyle
We DID have the wrong time at the previous meet – which I was pretty sure we did, though I bragged about it anyway. *L*
Previous (official!) time: 1:10.21
Yesterday: 1:04.51
-5.30
Slow but steady she’s taking off the seconds! Clearly her breathing was MUCH better this meet… and now, for the BIG WOW!
50yd Breaststroke
Previous time: 2:01.37
Yesterday 1:29.93!!!!!
-31.04
Now, to be honest, she SHOULD have been DQ’d – she flutter-kicked once, and she also did a half stroke once, but she was CRUISING! (the official gave her a break -THIS time…) She’s got the stroke down now, and was determined to SWIM FAST. If she puts her head down more like she had before and lengthens the stroke just a little it, she’ll have it made!
Overall – a HIGHLY successful meet. Looks like I’ll be drawing those piranha’s on her back for a long time to come!
PS – Special congrats to my sister, Auntie Ladybug! She beat her HIGH SCHOOL TIME in the 100yd Freestyle by THREE SECONDS yesterday! Yay AUNTIE!
Inventive parenting!
This story cracks me up every time I read it. You see, young Trenton O’Neal’s parents weren’t pleased with his performance on his last report card, and rather then yell, or ground him, or take away his toys, they decided to use a form of embarrassment to get their displeasure across to him, and make definite imprint in his mind. They had him stand on a corner with that poster board around his neck and not-so-proudly show off his grades with the addition of “My Future = shaky.”
Naturally, he boy has gotten the point, and says that he certainly doesn’t want to be out there again, and his preacher papa and mama stand by their decision to place him there, as Trenton wasn’t “trying at all” not even to “turn in the work he does while we’re watching.”
I feel their pain. My son is not the greatest scholar – he very much has his daddy’s view on the whole thing, and while that’s tempered with my insistence that a high school diploma is necessary, and anything after that is up o them, it’s clear that the boy? He just doesn’t do school well.
It’s been a battle this year, as he insists that he can handle it on his own, without my nagging. It’s always hard to know where to draw the line, as he’s wanting to grow up, to take charge, to take on the responsibility. Meanwhile my heart is something like OMG MAH BABY BOY HES TOO LITTLE, crossed with FINE! Just GROW up already! See if I care!
He had a close call last semester, so I’ve been riding him a bit more about it this quarter. It doesn’t help when he ends up at work until 3 am this morning, and didn’t quite make it to school until just before his project presentation is due, but he checked his grades online first before deciding to sleep in – which made it an educated decision.
So, while his grades may not be perfect at least he knows and is working toward the goal I set for him – graduation. After that, he can take his time deciding what he really wants to do. I won’t be making him stand on any street corners in he meantime.
For now.
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Did you hear that?
Hmmmm. The sounds of construction… hammers and nails and cussing and coding, oh my!
What could it all mean?
Stay tuned…
"I'd never allow that!"
You hear it all the time – hell, I’ve said it more then once myself – when stories like Rihanna and Chris Brown hit the newstands, or any other situations of abuse… especially when the victim returns to their abuser as Rihanna has recently gone back to Brown. We’d never do that, never allow it to happen to us, we can’t believe she went back, etc. Thing is, that’s a very slippery slope that leads to Victim Blaming – if only she’d done this or that, it wouldn’t have happened, and that my friends is a line of pure bullshit.
First, we don’t know the whole story, we only know what’s been reported. I saw the picture that was being posted, and know that there are investigations currently going on, but the facts are that Brown has not been charged as of yet, and even in this is innocent until proven guilty. Do I think he did it? Absolutely. And I hope they can prove it. So why did she go back to him?
There’s a lot of reasons that a woman would go back to an abuser. My mom works in the local shelter here in town, and has written a post worth reading that includes a list of some of those reasons. While the financial reasons and some of the others do not fit Rihanna’s profile, perhaps there are others. She’s a singer, a star, but that does not mean she doesn’t have self esteem issues, or other factors that went into her returning.
It takes an average of SEVEN TIMES before a victim will leave their abuser – that means some leave the first time, others take many more times hen the 7 to decide they’ve had enough. All we can do now is hope that Rihanna is safe, and that her support system is firmly in place so that this doesn’t happen again.
What does that mean to us as parents of teenagers? It means that we need to use this situation to open up conversations with our teens about the dangers of both physical and psychological abuse. Talk to your kids about the code of conduct you expect them to live by, and open the lines of communication so that they feel comfortable coming to you if something does happen. Alert them to the signs, so that they can be aware of the signals in their own relationships, as well as that of their friends. But as I preach over and over again – just talk to them.
My husband suffered a childhood of horrendous abuse, and was living proof that as broken as he often felt, the cycle of violence could be destroyed and stopped within him. It didn’t make our life easy, but it certainly made us aware, and we’ve raised our kids to be aware of the signs and to have the strength to stand up to an abuser. We’ve given them the tools – and pray that they never need them. Most of all, the kids know they can come talk to me about ANYTHING.
So use this, use the situation with Rihanna and Chris Brown not to condemn the story we only currently know pieces of, and not to blame the victim – but instead to teach our kids the signs, to be sure they’re aware, and to make sure the lines of communication are open. We may never know the full story of what happened between them, but we CAN make sure we have a say in the stories our children will write with their relationships.
If your worried about your teen, here are some signs of abuse in a dating relationship, as well as some statistics. Educate yourself, so that you can educate your kids.
Hello? Is this thing on?!
Wow. Lookit me ignoring you guys. I totally suck. It’s like I have 18 blogs to keep up on, and I’ve been letting them all slide! No more of that! Here, let his cute picture of my kid make up for it!

See? Don’t you feel better now? Of course, now you can make all the jokes about dogs farting and all of that. I’m a giver, what can I say?
So, that beat up old jeep of mine? Well, my son was a doll and bought it for me, so that he could have a car of his very own. Amazingly enough, this allowed me to turn right around, borrow a little bit more money and get myself a better running version of the car I just unloaded on my son. Oh come on – he’s gonna tear it up anyway! Stop looking at me like that!
Anyway – i’m now the proud owner of a 93 Jeep GRAND Cherokee. Yes, it’s two years OLDER then the other one, but was literally driven around by a little old preacher man for 30 years, and he took much better care of it then we did mine. And it has heat. And auto windows. And auto locks. AND CUP HOLDERS. I’ve spent 10 years carefully balancing my large diet cokes against the e-brake! I now have CUP HOLDERS!
And it’s red. Just like my other one. See?


Isn’t she PRETTY? Course, on the way to swim practice, the kids asked if Papa had been in the car because “it smells like little old man!” so now it smells like “Vanillaroma!” thanks to the scenty tree hanging from the review mirror -a mirror which I totally have to learn to use again since mine fell off in the old one 3 years ago..
But all that pales compared to the the best feature – because OMG.CUP HOLDERS PEOPLE!
Ahem.
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