In regards to failing at blog uptodateness

Hi guys!

Yes yes yes I passed the test, and I’m so grateful for all the well wishes.

Sorry I sincerely sucked at keeping you in the loop. But you’ve been busy, and I’ve been reading.

Life feels change-y for me right now. I’m spooked a little, so I’ve been a bit of a hermit.

I have, however, been writing some poetry. (Such that it is.)

Bear with me, crazy peeps.
xoxo

Post your good luck wishes here…

I’m taking my Teacher Certification test tomorrow morning bright and early.

As my blog readers, you’re required to comment with good luck wishes, etc.

K, thanks.

Surely you can’t be serious

I’ve had this movie on the brain lately.  I think it’s quite possibly the greatest film ever made. Seriously.

Enjoy.

Every day is Mother’s Day

So. Today is Mother’s Day.

I couldn’t go home to see my mom this weekend, because of BethyGirl2’s soccer game last night, and a project due on Monday morning.  (By the way, she scored her first goal ever. Proud mommy am I.)   It was just too hard to squeeze in 8 hours on the road.  I know Mom understands, but I was pretty bummed about not seeing her. 

In my weird techygeekgirl way, I decided to change up my myspace a little… you know, change my default pic to a “Mom and me” pose…  and then realized that as my song, I had Hot in Herre by Jenny Owen Youngs. Not exactly jiving with the mom/daughter theme, if you get my drift. I proceeded to embark on a wild goose chase through myspace music to try and find a song that even remotely had to do with motherhood and its virtues… of course, one with some essence of cool about it. Because that’s how I roll.
But I digress.

I ended up going through my favorites, and found this song by Rosie Thomas. I had always liked how it sounded, but hadn’t really taken the lyrics in. (Which is sort of odd for me, because I’m usually very lyriccentric. yes I just made up a word…)
Gah. too much coffee tonight, I can’t seem to stay on track. Here’s the song, and just in case you’re on your way to a fire and can’t take the time to watch the video, here are the lyrics.

If you had any sort of awkward childhood, I think you’ll be able to relate to this song. Shoot, my own father told me that he thought I had the ‘longest awkward period in the history of awkward periods.’ Nice, huh? He’s right, by the way. (Love you, Pop.)

So. After watching and listening to the song, I really started thinking about how supportive my mom has been, not just in the past few years, which have been very tough, but throughout all of my strange, timid, geekorama existence.
Thanks mom…
for volunteering in my class,
being my girl scout leader,
teaching my ccd classes,
putting notes in my lunchbox,
giving the evil eye to the horrid popular girls in junior high,
making me list 10 good things about myself when I was 13,
talking to me and making sure that I knew I could talk to you,
paying mucho bucks for cheerleading camp and uniforms,
chaperoning my senior trip and somehow still being cool,
making me want to go to college,
paying for college,
paying for my wedding,
loving my girls,
loving me even when I wrote that awful letter (out of love, but still…),
respecting my choices even when you disagreed,
and supporting me in every single possible manner during the last 3 years, which have easily been the most character building of my 34 years of life.

There is absolutely no way that I could repay what you’ve given me. Having you for a mom is a privilege and a blessing.
Happy Mother’s Day.

Beef jerky, sugar babies, soccer, and Ron Paul

  Aah. SugarBabies.  Candy of choice for BethyGirl2.  BethyGirl1 chose beef jerky.  (Don’t ask, it’s junk food Friday, she’s allowed.)  After a week of staying up til 3am typing 5th grade research papers, and arguing with hardheaded oldschool educators, today was a much deserved sigh of relief.  Junk food Friday was welcomed with open arms fo sho.  School’s almost out, and everyone in my house can’t wait til it’s done.

 Last soccer game of the season tonight.  They haven’t won one yet,  and even though that’s not the most important thing, it would be really nice to go out with a win.  I’ll be cheering my soccermommy head off.  You do that too, k?

And last but not least, on this extremely random and sleepy day, I’ve discovered Ron Paul, one of the Republican nominee hopefuls.  I really like this guy, and so, of course, I’d like to share him with you all.  Cause I love you so.

He’s got more subscribers on youtube than any of the other nominees. I’m proud n stuff. Here’s a sampling of him on Bill Maher… I think ol’ Bill expected to make him look stupid, but the audience seemed to like what he had to say.  What do you think?

“A bad job is better than no job at all…”???  No, Bill, I don’t think that….

and here he is at the Republican Debate~

Food for thought. 

xoxo

Sunday morning aerobics with Betty Butterfield

Thanks for listening. I’ll try to be fluffier tomorrow.

Here’s my best shot at the moment.

Yes, it’s still dealing with my wide variety of church/religion/spirituality issues (which even I am tiring of…) but at least it’s light hearted. 

venting, sans the Jesus tee.

Hi.
I’m irritated beyond belief, and I’m going to vent.I just got back from a pool party for BethyGirl1’s  class at school. Now, keep in mind, she spent last night with BethyEx.I’m at the pool, lots of parents and kids milling around, they’re all getting ready to go swimming. I’m in the middle of a conversation with BethyGirl1’s  teacher, and out of the corner of my eye, I see BethyGirl1 on her way to the pool. With a humongous Jesus t-shirt on over her bathing suit. She proceeds to get in the pool with the shirt on.I walk over, and tell her the the wet shirt is probably making her colder, with it sticking to her and all, and she says, “No, mama, I’m being modest.”

This is the same child who, when I pulled a tank top out of the dryer for her to wear one Saturday, cried and refused to wear it.
And her sister pulled the same stunt about a pair of regular (not too short) shorts.

Now.
I’m all in favor of modesty. But I KNOW that this comes from the ex and his ‘group’.   And to be completely honest, it looked ridiculous, and called attention to her in the way that a normal bathing suit never would have.

I was seething, and kind of still am. Not necessarily about this one incident (although, yeah it bugs me,) but also for what he has put into her brain about what modesty means.

Am I overreacting?  Last time I checked, here’s the definition of modesty:

 mod·est       (mŏd’ĭst)  Pronunciation Key 
adj.  

1. Having or showing a moderate estimation of one’s own talents, abilities, and value.
2. Having or proceeding from a disinclination to call attention to oneself; retiring or diffident. See Synonyms at shy¹.
3. Observing conventional proprieties in speech, behavior, or dress.
4. Free from showiness or ostentation; unpretentious. See Synonyms at plain.
5. Moderate or limited in size, quantity, or range; not extreme: a modest price; a newspaper with a modest circulation.

Tell you what.

Put a virgin in a tight mini and halter, and a slut in an ankle length dress.  Observe them for 15 minutes, and I bet you can tell who’s who.  Modesty is more about actions and attitude, and much less about the clothes one chooses.  Especially when you’re 11. 

 *sigh.

PS

Forgot something. 

 As usual, Dan found something cool. This guy is incredibly talented. Looky.

I have a strange urge to go on a wild shopping spree in a Catholic Book Store.
Then I’ll get my stuff done.

Lucky you.

So I worked 11 hours yesterday and then went out to the Comedy Warehouse. Got home around 2 am…

…and was back up at 7:30, to attend an Awards Show at BethyGirl2’s school. (She got the citizenship award for her class; which basically means she’s just a fabulous person. Is anyone surprised?)

The plan after that was to head off to the Second Happiest Place on Earth and work from 12 to 6.
However, I realized that I had forgotten BethyGirl1’s Gifted Class had an afterschool field trip/celebration, and I had agreed to drive.

Drat.

I was going to have to call in yet another personal day. Wow, the mouse is really going to love me.

So, I call in, then 30 minutes later, BethyEx calls. He wants to pick BethyGirl1 up from the party.
Which means that I lost a 6 hour shift just so that I could drive from the school to the partyplace. 15 minutes. Urgh.

This lovely post has been brought to you by the “I’ve-been-in-a-funk-for-the-past-week-and-can’t-seem-to-escape-Bethybrain”

Keep moving forward.

Yeah I loved the movie.
And this song speaks to me.

I’m off to Mass.