Can you find me in this photo? :) Pssst...I'm the one wearing the Mardi Gras long vest and butterfly mask. For too many years, I never celebrated this holiday, but now, it's all about King's Cakes, Jambalaya, Gumbo, etc. And having the students make masks too, plus doing a parade around our Global Village of portables, demonstrating throws and annoying some of the other teachers. This year because of the four day weekend, we actually did Fat Thursday and Fat Friday, then I came home to get REALLY good news, so I blogged about that instead. The rest of the weekend wasn't so great though because I'm in the doghouse. First I bragged too much and (I think) got on Older Daughter's nerves. (she hasn't even accepted the offer, for crying out loud) yet I was already hunting down housing...Then yesterday I posted something on Facebook about going to bed to avoid hearing the music from Brian's Song(the original) and watching my husband watch Brian Piccolo die of cancer. Lung cancer. It was just too much for me emotionally with his test results coming up on Thursday. So, I got a terse message from Younger Daughter, " Was that post really necessary, Mother?" I know I'm in trouble when I'm Mother and not Mama. Thus, I deleted the post and even considered deactivating my Facebook completely. (Note: I'm a first born child and hate getting in "trouble") Facebook has been problematic lately, obviously. I've argued with people over politics and ended up deleting every comment I made. I've (perhaps?) antagonized my daughters. So, should I just shush up? On the blog too? I do TRY to restrain myself. When Younger Daughter, named Alison, told me that Boyfriend had shared with her that if his friend Alison were ever single, he would want to date her instead. (and she's single now, but in Alaska), I didn't even scream, "I'm on my way to Bellingham to rip his face off," or " What a total jack*ss!! DUMP HIM NOW!" No, instead, what I calmly said was, "Well, he obviously doesn't have the same goals for the relationship as you do and you have to act accordingly." But you all know what I really think, right? I just have to shush up about it more.
I will "unshush" for you...**Alison, dump the jerk! Don't waste your time with someone so honestly rude (or rudely honest).** Seriously. Believe it or not, there are many 20-somethings out there who know how to treat people better than that.
Posted by: Marie K | February 27, 2012 at 08:16 PM
NO...don't censure yourself here...I like your sharing and I think for sure that you gave the best restrained advice ever. I need to learn from you.
Posted by: Karan | February 27, 2012 at 10:11 PM
I am constantly evaluating and re-evaluating what's okay to post on the internet and what's too much. It's hard not to post about my kids but I usually don't although they don't usually mind stories from their childhoods. Polly-ticks is just crazy this election. Very hard not to post anything but a lot of my facebook friends are pretty conservative (people from high school in Michigan's UP) and I guess on balance, I would rather be friends with them than not. Back when we were *in* high school, the republican party was a totally different animal and I think some of them don't really how much that's changed.
Posted by: kayak woman | February 28, 2012 at 04:01 AM
Omigosh, I do agree about the boyfriend! I had a few like that along the way.
Posted by: kayak woman | February 28, 2012 at 04:02 AM
My bluntness got me in trouble just Saturday: Cliff's younger brother, who spent half his life chasing women (married five times, marriage didn't slow down his cavorting), was telling us what a great dad he was because the boys turned out well... all because he "whipped their asses" as he put it. This is a man who disappeared for years and never paid child support. So I said, "I'd give some credit to Bev (his first wife) because, after all, you left and she raised the kids."
He looked like he wanted to get up and hit me, face all red and everything.
Cliff told me later, "I was thinking the same thing, but I can't believe you said it."
Thanks for letting me tell this in your comment section, because of course I can't put it in my blog.
Posted by: Donna W | February 28, 2012 at 04:20 AM
If I were Alison, I'd leave that jerk and never look back. That is on par with the guy I dated who told me that he was glad I was chubby because he wouldn't have as much competition -- I wasn't fat, and he DID! I believe that sentence was the last he ever spoke to me. AUUUUGH. Makes me mad just hearing about it! No one should EVER settle for being settled for!!!
Looks like your class is having a great time. Now that's what I miss about teaching...sniff.
Posted by: Michelle | February 28, 2012 at 06:17 AM
In my opinion, the blog, facebook, etc., are for you - not to make other people happy. On facebook, you might consider separate groups for friends and family and when you post a vent, don't give permission to your daughters to see the post. Of course, I wouldn't have predicted your daughter's reaction to your happiness at her good news.
Posted by: Zazzy | February 28, 2012 at 08:17 AM
I thought he looked like a jackass in the pictures. I feel totally vindicated now. DTMFA, Alison! (See Dan Savage's explanation of this acronym if needed.) And I don't see what's wrong with you saying you didn't want to listen to an emotionally charged movie's soundtrack. /shrug
Also: I want your mask! Awesomesauce.
Posted by: Adrasteia | February 28, 2012 at 04:23 PM
Ha! I figured out the DTMFA acronym without googling it, except for the A. I thought the A was "ass--l-". My potty-mouthing ways gave me an unfair advantage.
It's hard to know sometimes what's okay to post and what's not. Still, I would have had a hard time containing myself about Ashley's news:)
Posted by: Miz S | March 03, 2012 at 05:39 AM