Often throughout the day I think of things that just don't make sense. I can sit and stew about them for hours but it gets me nowhere. Maybe if I write them on here, somehow, someone will make sense of them and share with me what I am missing....
Why would a 13-year-old girl need to wear thong underwear? Not mine, mind you. No way. The day the child even suggested she wanted to wear thong underwear would be the day I committed her to the nunnery (do they even HAVE those anymore??).
What is the point of a 13-year-old wearing a thong to school? under jeans? sweats? shorts? Is she worried about panty lines at 13? How would a 13-year-old even know TO worry about panty lines? This same 13-year-old started getting her eyebrows waxed at 10. Shaving legs at 9. Getting the picture here?
Someone's mother must think it is very cool to have a little mini-me. Really not cute. A 40-something shouldn't be wearing a 13-year-olds clothes and vice versa, unless one of them (or in this case BOTH of them) are dressing VERY inappropriately for their age!
Why would anyone want their little girl to grow up so fast? Let her stay young. Let her be a kid. Let her worry about tests, homework, friends, etc... rather than which eyeliner is going to highlight her eye color better.
I hate that my daughter is growing up so fast. I want her to stay young and innocent for as long as she possibly can. I don't want my daughter to have a reputation for being 'advanced' and slutty.
If the mother only knew that most of the parents in this town have heard about her daughter and heard of her reputation.... If she knew WHAT the other kids (and parents) thought of her daughter, she might think twice about the thong underwear. She might think twice about letting her daughter go hang out at boys houses in the dark without supervision. She might not let her walk around town unsupervised at all hours.
Maybe she wants to be a young grandmother? That is the only conclusion I can arrive at. Otherwise, I am at a loss. I hate to see what is happening to this young girl. I hate to see how she is being targeted by older boys and immensely enjoying the attention she is getting. I want to shake this mother until she opens her eyes and sees what is going on right in front of her.
My three kiddo's
Friday, April 15, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
I'm from New York - that's just how we roll...
Sometimes I feel like I have been plucked out of my world and dropped onto a different planet. Don't get me wrong, I love Connecticut. It is scenic and beautiful. It's a much slower pace than Long Island and not everyone is in such a rush. People drive much better here too! BUT... I have been here for 15 years and some things still get to me. The people, especially. Not my friends of course. I love the friends I have made here. It's just the population in general. I don't know what it is about middle-class Connecticut that makes the people so.... repressed. Lighten up. Remove that stick from your tushie and relax!
For example... walk down any middle class neighborhood on Long Island. Every person you pass will greet you with a "Hey - good morning" or "How are 'ya"? Walk down any middle class neighborhood in Connecticut and people (for the most part) do not even acknowledge that you are there.
The first time I was in line at the supermarket here and I started chatting with this adorable little kid in line in front of me and the mom did not even turn around to smile or anything, I was floored. I mean, seriously? I have made friends for life in the check-out line in supermarkets on Long Island. We don't just exchange pleasantries, we exchange life stories in the time it takes for our groceries to be bagged! Not here. No way. Try chatting with the people in the checkout line here and they hold their children (and their pocketbooks) just a little closer to their bodies and give you that 'who-just-farted' nose in the air, look.
I remember walking into the mall when I first moved here. I opened the door for this woman and her kids. She didn't even look at me and walked through the open door I was holding. I was floored! Of course me being a New Yorker, I loudly shouted to her back "YOU'RE WELCOME"! You hold the door for someone in New York (which most New Yorkers do, automatically) you are greeted with a "Thank you so much honey!" And it is a sincere thank you - not a sing-songy "Thaaaank yoooouuuu" that you might get from someone here in Connecticut, if they take the time to even acknowledge your good deed.
Sneezing here is a whole different ball game. You can sneeze in a crowded restaurant in New York and 1/2 of the diners will shout out "Bless you". You sneeze here in a restaurant and people look at you like you have the plague. At first it bothered me that no one here ever says 'bless you'. Now I just say "bless me" after I sneeze because I know no one else will say it and who doesn't want to blessed???
I have found a big difference in my friends too. For the most part, the people I am closest to here are not from Connecticut. We, the invaders of this uptight nation, have befriended one another and band together in unity! I have made a few very good friends who are from Connecticut (I hope they forgive me this blog entry - obviously if I am friends with you, this isn't about you). A few of my very best friends are 'Connecticut-ites, born and bread' and I love them very much. They are kind, considerate, relaxed and most importantly, they say 'bless you' ;)
I have friends in New York that I have had for my entire life. I have managed to keep 95% of all the friends I have ever had from preschool through college. Not here. Sure there are some friends who stick by you. Others, not so much. What a shock this was to me. You make a friend, you hang out, you get along, things are great and then... poof. They are gone. Ummm, where did you go, my friend? Is everything okay? Oh sure, everything is fine. Just busy. Your friend, whom you loved, just goes away without so much as a second look. Now in New York, if you have a fight with a friend, or you just piss your friend off, you hash it out. You yell at each other, tell each other off, scream, curse, etc.. The next day you call each other and apologize. Hug it out and it's done. Not here. This person, who was your friend and decided without explanation to not be your friend anymore, even though you travel in the same circle, will just ignore you when in your presence. No worries if it is awkward or uncomfortable for you and everyone else around you. Nope. Their stick is, unfortunately, permanently stuck in their tushie. I would worry that it was me, however, I have seen these same people (and others like them) do this to other people too.
It amazes me that New Yorkers have a reputation for being rude. Maybe in the middle of New York City during rush hour, people are hurrying to work and don't have time for pleasantries but, for the most part, New Yorkers are the friendliest group of people you will ever meet! I do love living in Connecticut. I have made some very good friends here and my children are very happy here. But bottom line, I am a New Yorker at heart. I say what I think. I mean what I say and say what I mean. If I am upset, I tell you. If I am happy, I tell you. If I am worried, I tell you. I forgive and forget. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I guess you just can't take the New York out of the New Yorker. I think having that 'New York' attitude can only help me in this world :)
For example... walk down any middle class neighborhood on Long Island. Every person you pass will greet you with a "Hey - good morning" or "How are 'ya"? Walk down any middle class neighborhood in Connecticut and people (for the most part) do not even acknowledge that you are there.
The first time I was in line at the supermarket here and I started chatting with this adorable little kid in line in front of me and the mom did not even turn around to smile or anything, I was floored. I mean, seriously? I have made friends for life in the check-out line in supermarkets on Long Island. We don't just exchange pleasantries, we exchange life stories in the time it takes for our groceries to be bagged! Not here. No way. Try chatting with the people in the checkout line here and they hold their children (and their pocketbooks) just a little closer to their bodies and give you that 'who-just-farted' nose in the air, look.
I remember walking into the mall when I first moved here. I opened the door for this woman and her kids. She didn't even look at me and walked through the open door I was holding. I was floored! Of course me being a New Yorker, I loudly shouted to her back "YOU'RE WELCOME"! You hold the door for someone in New York (which most New Yorkers do, automatically) you are greeted with a "Thank you so much honey!" And it is a sincere thank you - not a sing-songy "Thaaaank yoooouuuu" that you might get from someone here in Connecticut, if they take the time to even acknowledge your good deed.
Sneezing here is a whole different ball game. You can sneeze in a crowded restaurant in New York and 1/2 of the diners will shout out "Bless you". You sneeze here in a restaurant and people look at you like you have the plague. At first it bothered me that no one here ever says 'bless you'. Now I just say "bless me" after I sneeze because I know no one else will say it and who doesn't want to blessed???
I have found a big difference in my friends too. For the most part, the people I am closest to here are not from Connecticut. We, the invaders of this uptight nation, have befriended one another and band together in unity! I have made a few very good friends who are from Connecticut (I hope they forgive me this blog entry - obviously if I am friends with you, this isn't about you). A few of my very best friends are 'Connecticut-ites, born and bread' and I love them very much. They are kind, considerate, relaxed and most importantly, they say 'bless you' ;)
I have friends in New York that I have had for my entire life. I have managed to keep 95% of all the friends I have ever had from preschool through college. Not here. Sure there are some friends who stick by you. Others, not so much. What a shock this was to me. You make a friend, you hang out, you get along, things are great and then... poof. They are gone. Ummm, where did you go, my friend? Is everything okay? Oh sure, everything is fine. Just busy. Your friend, whom you loved, just goes away without so much as a second look. Now in New York, if you have a fight with a friend, or you just piss your friend off, you hash it out. You yell at each other, tell each other off, scream, curse, etc.. The next day you call each other and apologize. Hug it out and it's done. Not here. This person, who was your friend and decided without explanation to not be your friend anymore, even though you travel in the same circle, will just ignore you when in your presence. No worries if it is awkward or uncomfortable for you and everyone else around you. Nope. Their stick is, unfortunately, permanently stuck in their tushie. I would worry that it was me, however, I have seen these same people (and others like them) do this to other people too.
It amazes me that New Yorkers have a reputation for being rude. Maybe in the middle of New York City during rush hour, people are hurrying to work and don't have time for pleasantries but, for the most part, New Yorkers are the friendliest group of people you will ever meet! I do love living in Connecticut. I have made some very good friends here and my children are very happy here. But bottom line, I am a New Yorker at heart. I say what I think. I mean what I say and say what I mean. If I am upset, I tell you. If I am happy, I tell you. If I am worried, I tell you. I forgive and forget. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I guess you just can't take the New York out of the New Yorker. I think having that 'New York' attitude can only help me in this world :)
Friday, April 8, 2011
I've started a blog! Yikes!
I decided to start a blog because, as anyone who knows me knows, I have LOTS of opinions about LOTS of things! I am ready to share them all, with you. Aren't you lucky??
ALL ABOUT ME
I am a stay at home mom (but looking desperately for a job). I have three kids: Meghan (almost 13), Brendan (10) and Katie (3). I live in Connecticut but I was born and raised on Long Island, N.Y. My heart is still there, along with all of my family, but Connecticut is definitely a much nicer place to raise my kids.
I graduated from Holy Trinity High School in Hicksville, N.Y. in 1989. I went directly to New York Institute of Technology where I received a bachelor's degree in Art Eduction and a master's degree in Elementary Education. Sad to say, I have put neither to good use.
I realized after I graduated and started teaching that teaching was just not for me. So, that left me pretty much at square one. I was an art director for a summer camp for one year. I worked as a medical receptionist (during college) and worked as a medical transcriptionist for 12 years, from home, while raising my kids. I worked briefly teaching basic computer classes to seniors in an Adult Education program and that has been, so far, my favorite job. I had a baby and that job, unfortunately, was no longer conducive to my life. Most recently I worked as an enumerator for the 2010 census and I had a BLAST! Loved it!
I have thought, for years now, that I would love to get into publishing. I love to find typo's in newspapers, magazines and pamphlets. I am forever correcting grammar and spelling. What can I say? It makes me happy. I would be an awesome proofreader (with that being said, I am sure there will be 100's of mistakes on this blog - LOL)!.
So, that's me in a nutshell. I am a modern mom. Three very busy kids. Searching for a career. Voicing my opinion whenever I can. Trying to survive in this crazy world!
ALL ABOUT ME
I am a stay at home mom (but looking desperately for a job). I have three kids: Meghan (almost 13), Brendan (10) and Katie (3). I live in Connecticut but I was born and raised on Long Island, N.Y. My heart is still there, along with all of my family, but Connecticut is definitely a much nicer place to raise my kids.
I graduated from Holy Trinity High School in Hicksville, N.Y. in 1989. I went directly to New York Institute of Technology where I received a bachelor's degree in Art Eduction and a master's degree in Elementary Education. Sad to say, I have put neither to good use.
I realized after I graduated and started teaching that teaching was just not for me. So, that left me pretty much at square one. I was an art director for a summer camp for one year. I worked as a medical receptionist (during college) and worked as a medical transcriptionist for 12 years, from home, while raising my kids. I worked briefly teaching basic computer classes to seniors in an Adult Education program and that has been, so far, my favorite job. I had a baby and that job, unfortunately, was no longer conducive to my life. Most recently I worked as an enumerator for the 2010 census and I had a BLAST! Loved it!
I have thought, for years now, that I would love to get into publishing. I love to find typo's in newspapers, magazines and pamphlets. I am forever correcting grammar and spelling. What can I say? It makes me happy. I would be an awesome proofreader (with that being said, I am sure there will be 100's of mistakes on this blog - LOL)!.
So, that's me in a nutshell. I am a modern mom. Three very busy kids. Searching for a career. Voicing my opinion whenever I can. Trying to survive in this crazy world!
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