Tuesday, August 5, 2008

WTF

So I'm looking at my kid's websites for their schools and I see this message on the front page:


Beginning 2008, a medical or dental appointment must have PRIOR APPROVAL of the principal or his/her designee in order to be excused, except in the case of an emergency. Upon returning to school a proper excuse must be presented from the attending physician/dentist.

Please use the form below to let the school know of scheduled medical/dental appointments.

Umm, I don't think so. It is none of their business when, where, and to whom I take my child to see. I certainly do not seek their approval of it.

The whole excused absence thing to me is a joke. See, if my kids have a certain number of unexcused absences I get to go to jail or be fined. Now they want to put that in the hands of an elementary school principal who has a God complex. "Oh, I think Gracie has been to the dentist/doctor enough this year. I don't think I'll approve this visit."

When my kids don't go to school it is no one's business but my own. What are they trying to accomplish here? I"m not a child. I don't ask permission where my kids are concerned. No, they can't keep me from taking my child to the doctor/dentist but they can send me nasty and threatening letters if they miss too much.

This may just be too much. I may have to bite the bullet and teach them at home. This constant interference into mine and my children's lives is almost too much.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Day Three

I was surprised, but Crystal did wake up feeling better that morning. She tossed and turned most of the night, but swore she felt better.

We decided to visit the Golden Gate Bridge that morning. It was more overcast than I would have liked it but we had plans for later in the day. As we piled out of the cab, I looked over at this landmark I had only seen on tv and in pictures, I was truly moved.

There were thousands and thousands of cars driving over it, coming and going, as I'm sure most of them do every day. I was thinking to myself how lucky I was to be standing next to this bridge and how the people in those cars probably don't think twice about it.

We stood and stared awhile then we decided to go for a little walk across. We had no illusions of making it all the way across, but we had to go just a little ways. This picture was taken looking straight up.

This one, straight down:

The pictures really don't convey the size of the bridge. I stood there, looking out over the water, just taking in the cold breeze, the view, everything. I tried to memorize every detail, knowing it wouldn't last forever.

We ventured down to a place called Crissy Field and had hot dogs and I walked along the beach. As I turned to take one last look at the bridge I took this picture. I think it is my favorite. Every time I look at it I say, "I was there. I was actually there!"


We had plans for lunch with one of Crystal's readers. Dan, and his girlfriend Joyce, live outside San Francisco and wanted to take us to lunch. I had no idea the treat we were in for. We went to Fisherman's Wharf and ate a place called Scoma's. I have never had truly fresh seafood before and this was definitely the place to have it. I cracked crab legs for the first time. I even wore the bib! I had shrimp, scallops, and tilapia. I will never be able to enjoy Red Lobster again.

After a very long, and luxurious lunch, we went back to hotel to get ready for the cocktail party at Macy's. Yes, Macy's. It has seven stories. I am not a particularly fanatical shopper, but this place was impressive. The party was a moving party of sorts. It started out on one floor, the shoe department, and then every hour would move to a different floor and department. It was very neat.

This was where I met Redneck Mommy, and Gwendomama, and I'm not sure if it was the first time I met her that weekend, but I saw Carly (I didn't know if you wanted your name used, I do remember it) and Brian, and watched her have chocolate vodka shots. Brave woman she is.

Crystal and I ventured back to China Town for souvenirs and one last walk through. She was hungry and I wasn't quite ready to call it a night. This would be my last in San Francisco. We had to be up very early for our flight back home.

We picked a nice little bistro up the street from The Westin and invited Brian and Carly to join us. We talked and laughed, way later than we should have. I so enjoyed their company. It was a fitting end to a fabulous weekend.

We got back to the hotel, and began the task of stuffing all our souvenirs and grab bags into our luggage. When we had everything packed and finally said good night, I couldn't sleep. I was sad to go. The weekend events played over and over in my mind.

I have nothing but fond memories of this wonderful place and I can't wait to go back. Next time with my husband and kids. They would absolutely love it. Well, my husband will love it when he can legally carry his pistol there. There is so much more I would do and see and I can't wait to be able to share it all with them.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Day Two

We woke up early Friday morning to go to breakfast at the BlogHer conference. They had kind of an official meet and greet that morning and Crystal's panel was at 12:45.

We had breakfast and listened to the women who founded BlogHer speak for a while. We sat at a table with complete strangers, but who really seemed not to be strangers. They had this fun little game to play where every five minutes two people got up from the table and went to a different table while two other people came to your table. It was a way to kind of make it around the room and meet some women you might not already know.

It was after breakfast as Crystal and I were hanging around our table discussing what to do next when a man named Brian approached us and asked if we knew where a particular conference room in the hotel was. We looked at the map (yes, this hotel was big enough to have a map) and tried to determine where he needed to be. We made small talk but that turned into a little more talk and like 2 hours later the three of us were like best friends. He was encouraging and kind and I enjoyed getting to know him.

Crystal's panel went well, I thought. There was no bickering or choosing sides, or right or wrong. Some women choose to share their children's photos and names and some do not. Each side was respectful of the other. I sat next to Tanya and we laughed as the panelists had to do microphone checks. We also realized we were both blog-tarded as some of the women were discussing watermarks on pictures. I hate it I didn't get to see her much that weekend.

We ventured into China Town next. This place was phenomenal. There is one main street with shops stacked right next to each other with restaurants thrown in here and there. We saw many of the typical gift items in most of the stores. Lots of T-shirts, caps, the Chinese fans, and even little kimonos and matching shoes. I did not expect to find these:

These jokers ranged in size from about 6 or 7 inches to one giant 3 foot monstrosity. How do you have a 3 foot penis sitting in your living room? The laughing that ensued after that almost rivaled the slide incident.

We walked along further and Crystal was trying her best to not be sick. She had been sick at her stomach all day, but assumed it was nerves. She asked if I was hungry and we picked the nearest place. It was small but clean. I had pot-stickers for the first time, which by the way I loved. I haven't thought of those things since I got back, but now that I am writing about them I am seriously craving them. I also had sweet and sour chicken which was amazing.

By then end of dinner I didn't think Crystal would make it back to the hotel. We tried in vain to hail a cab, but on a Friday night, we were having no luck. None of the restaurant owners would let her in to use the bathroom because we weren't customers, so we had to buy gum, coke, or candy just to go in.

One place we went in had pigeons walking around jumping on the tables. I was fascinated that these people didn't care. There were even people in there eating just watching them hop and fly around.

Finally caught a cab back to our hotel and Crystal crashed for the night. I sat and watched tv, still not really believing where I was.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Day One

Our flight was scheduled to leave at 6:45 a.m. I could not sleep the night before and I ended up waking up at like 3 a.m. and going ahead and getting my shower and getting ready for my weekend away from home.

Gracie woke up after I got in the shower and kept me company that morning. I loved talking, just the two of us. We were out on the porch and of course the sun wasn't up yet. I had my suitcase packed and ready to go, and she was sitting on my lap. Just for a while she wasn't 9 years old. When Crystal came to pick me up, Gracie put on her best face, while choking back tears, she told me to have a good time.

We got to the airport in plenty of time so I had plenty of time to work myself up into being really, really, nervous about the flight. I don't like flying at all. I must say, though, the flights were very smooth and not so scary as I remembered. I was a little sleepy from my motion sickness meds, so that could have something to do with it.

When we got off the plane at San Francisco we made our way through the airport and came to like a breezeway where we were no longer inside. That cold breeze hit us and we both squealed. We had heard, bring a jacket, wear long pants, but we just came from 95 degrees and 105 heat index. We thought we were ready for a little cool weather. I didn't part with my jacket the entire weekend.

We took a subway, of sorts, from the airport to downtown. When I stepped out of the station I was completely taken aback. It was like being transported to a different world. The buildings rose to the skyline, there were people playing music, there was a feel to it. I knew from that moment that this was going to be a trip I would never forget.

I rode in my very first cab to our hotel and sprawled across the bed while Crystal got ready. The hotel we stayed at was The Marina Inn. The first thing both of us notice is there is no air conditioning. We looked at each other, wondering how in the world could you not have air. Turns out, we didn't really need it. There was a fan in the room but it got down to about 50 at night so it wasn't hot at all. It was small and quaint, but it had two beds and a shower and we weren't in San Francisco to stay in a hotel room.

The first party we went to was at the Slide lounge. It was a private party hosted by The Silicon Valley Moms, that had a guest list and was not open to the public. I felt very important as my name was verified and checked off the list. This joint actually had a slide you could ride down to get to the main floor. I was smart enough to have a skirt on but Crystal took the plunge. You can read about it here, as my words could not possibly convey the hilarity of that event. Oh, and the picture. You must see the picture. In very short terms: slide, very fast, ass on floor, me not breathing for an entire 10 minutes because I was laughing so hard.

Next was a party at a club called The Rye. This party was hosted by a man named Armen, who founded Experience Project. He and his staff are the most passionate people about what they do as I have ever met. Pretty cool thing he started. He, as well as everyone there, made us feel totally at home. Thank you all very much.

We made one last stop by The Westin, which was where the conference was being held, but I honestly don't remember much about that because I was so completely tired, I couldn't but barely keep my eyes open. My body clock was still on Memphis time.

I had a wonderful first impression of San Francisco and of the women I would meet over the days to come. I had my first cab ride, my first time in lounge/club/bar, and I was on top of the world.

Yes, I know, I'm 32 years old and I have never been to a bar. Sue me. I don't drink, and I have been married since I was 18. That crosses out the only two reasons I know of to ever go to one. Except for these two times, which were to neither drink, or to find that "special someone."

Thursday, July 24, 2008

I Am In Love

I am in love with another city. I never imagined I could feel this way about a place. After all, a city is just a city. Filled with people, cars, buildings, hotels, and such. Not true. A city is not just a city. San Francisco was all I imagined it would be. I do realize that I live in one of the shittiest cities in the United States so it wouldn't take much to kick it to the curb, even still, awesome place.

I went for 4 days to lovely San Francisco for the annual BlogHer conference. If you don't know what that is, it is a get together for women bloggers. They have speakers and panels and parties. Lots of parties. They talk about blog design, how to get traffic, and how to get paid for your blog. Everyone had business cards with their name and blog on them. Some gave out trinkets like cigarette lighters, suckers, and necklaces with little light up thingies on them. Lots of different things. There were sponsors of all kinds, from KY lube, to Sprout TV.

Why, you may ask, would I go to such a place? I went with Crystal, for moral support, company, and to help her promote her blog. She is in the midst of some really good stuff happening and there were a few people there directly related to said stuff happening. You get to rub elbows with some of the biggest women bloggers out there. It was very nice to see how very normal and willing to talk all of them were. Well, except for one, which I won't mention, because she apparently likes to cut people off at the knees for negative comments.

The other reason she went was because she was asked to speak on a panel discussing parenting and privacy issues in regards to blogging. The 3 other women on the panel do not use the real names of their children, nor do they show pictures of them. Crystal, of course, does.

Instead of making one, very long post, I will probably make it into a few. Everyone has asked me how my trip was and I just look at them like a teenager in love. Where do I begin? I don't have the words to describe. I am hoping maybe I can write better than I have spoken about it. Also, maybe by writing about it a day at a time will help me to sort out everything in my mind, instead of if being all jumbled up into one awesome experience. Bonus: I have a fresh, written account of it all. I won't remember details forever.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Not My Usual

I received something from my dad yesterday not knowing how very much it would affect me. I got a binder full of letters that his brother, Patsey Gene Parker, had written home from the Korean war. Also in there were a few that my grandmother had written him.

His letters begin in February 1953. Some of his first letters come from Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I believe from there he went to Dallas and then San Francisco. Once he arrives in Korea he was assigned to K Company of the 180th Infantry Regiment, 45th Division. He writes about every two days, without fail.

He usually would end the letters with a little note on the bottom telling everyone hi. Sometimes he would tell his mom to specifically tell his brother (my dad, Stevie they would call him) hi. My dad was 3, almost 4 years old. In one particular note at the bottom he told his mom to tell Stevie to keep his knife for him and that he would get a bigger one when he was older. My dad still has that knife.

As you read on, there are talks of the war possibly ending. He is doubtful, but hopeful. In Korea, I believe he spent most of his time in a place called Sandbag Castle. He says they are on one side of this huge hill and the Koreans are on the other. There is little fighting, if any. Mostly he writes about how he lays around and that there isn't much to do.

There are a few article in The Commercial Appeal about him. A reporter talks about how when he met him he was scared to death but the picture of him showed the biggest grin. At the time the reporter was there my uncle was reading letters he had received from home.

The last letter in the binder from him is dated July 13th, 1953. He says it is raining and cold and not to worry that he hasn't written in a bit. They are in a place called Christmas Hill now. He sent some money home and told his mom to use it if she needed it.

The next letter in the binder is from my grandmother to him. It is dated July 10th. She tells him to be a real good boy and worries he isn't getting enough to eat. She also tells him that once he is home he doesn't ever have to go away again unless he wants to. She hopes he is home by Christmas. That was one of the first letters that the envelope was marked "Return to Sender." My uncle's name and address were marked through and stamped over it were the words VERIFIED MISSING IN ACTION.

There are others dated July 13th, then the 16th. One was written on the 27th which I am guessing is when they announced that the peace treaty was signed. She is so happy and doesn't believe he will be in much danger now. Her last letter was written on the 31st and she asks him to write her because she hasn't heard from him since the 13th. Tomorrow is her birthday and all she wants is a letter from him. She says she won't worry and hopes to hear from him with a letter dated after the 27th.

There is also a letter from his sister dated July 30th. She asks him in the letter why he won't write mother every day. Says she is worried about him. I believe that my aunt was 7 years old at the time.

The next letter is dated August 3, 1953 and reports that my uncle was officially listed as Missing In Action since July 14th. Hope arrives in a letter from a soldier that my uncle was fighting with. My grandmother had written to this man after Gene was missing. This man wrote to her and said that after the fight that he apparently went missing in , they gathered all the wounded and dead and Gene was not one of them. They thought he was captured.

My grandmother writes a letter on October 2 to the United Nations Commander regarding the whereabouts of her son. The return letter comes November 3 that there is no new information regarding her son.

A letter dated March 25, 1954 states that my uncle was killed in action in Korea, date unreported. He was 21 years old. The next letter, dated April 1, states that his remains were recovered near Pan-Gol, North Korea, on November 6, 1953. The Colonel regrets that the information was not furnished earlier but a definite identification had to be made.

He was awarded the Silver Star and it was presented to his father in a ceremony.

I have grown up hearing very little of my Uncle Gene. My father doesn't remember him, as he was only 3 when he left for the war. My aunts would get visibly upset when his name was mentioned so I never really questioned much.

The letters offered an insight that I have never had. They made him a real person. Those letters that were written home by him showed a loving and dedicated son. I wish that I could have known him. As I read these letters and then the letters written by my grandmother to him, unknowingly, after his death, I was filled with such emotion that I couldn't explain. The anguish that must have been felt for months, not knowing if he was alive or dead, had to have been excruciating.

I was close to my grandmother growing up and she could never talk of him either. I hurt for her reading those letters. I guess because I have a son and can not wrap my mind around sending my baby off to a place that I know he might not come back from. Trying to keep up hope, and looking forward to every single letter. Then, getting that twinge of despair the first time it was too long between them. You can tell, as the days pass in her letters, she is trying desperately not to give up.

I have watched many war movies and documentaries in my life time but they didn't quite seem real at the time. I know that as long as people are on this earth there will be war. There will be death and there will be numerous families that must go through this. I can only hope that those of us that benefit every day from the sacrifices of those men and women and their families don't ever take it for granted.

Monday, July 21, 2008

No More Plate Clean Up

Plate clean up for me is not what you would think. One would assume that as a mom, I am referring to my kids cleaning their plates off when they are done eating. Not so for me. After my kids have eaten I will often snatch a bite or two of whatever is left on their plate then throw the rest in the trash. It's sometimes like a little buffet line. Or sometimes I will pretend I'm at a party and their little primary colored plastic plates are really trays of some fine Hors d'oeuvres.

"Oh, thank you. Yes, I'll have a chicken nugget."

"Why of course. I would love a leftover bite of Hamburger Helper."

"Macaroni and cheese? My favorite!"

Anyways, today selection consisted of frozen pizza. I get the Freschetta four cheese pizza. Let me say that for frozen pizza, this is the best I have had. The crust has garlic butter on it and the entire pizza is covered in cheese. Actually covered. This is not the kind where they just sprinkle a little cheese over the middle and you can still see the sauce underneath.

I hadn't eaten yet and I went to the kitchen to see what I would fix. My kids generally don't eat the crust off their pizza and the crust on this pizza is so very good. I picked Colin's plate, because he had a little cheese left. Bonus!

Big mistake. Colin, as of late, has this thing where he either dunks his food in his drink, or he pours his drink on his plate of food. I have never caught him in the act, but chicken generally does not turn Kool-Aid purple by itself after sitting on a plate.

I of course, in my ravenous state forgot this. I picked up the crust and started munching. "Hmm.... why does this pizza have a very slight sweet taste to it, and, OH MY GOD, he dunked it in his chocolate milk."

When, when will I learn.

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By the way, I went to freakin San Francisco this weekend!!! I am still trying to collect my thoughts and get my husband to show me how to post pictures. There is just too much to say about it. Details coming soon.

One little nugget I will share. That picture of Gilda Radner up there on the top, yeah, that's what my hair looked like the entire weekend!