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What You Need: An Advance Directive. And a Will, if You Haven’t Already Done That

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012
By Glinda

Before my surgery, I was given a folder with various directions on how to prep for the upcoming knife to the throat.  I say that literally.

Among the papers in the folder was an Advance Directive.  For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it is basically instructions to the hospital on your wishes if you were to become incapacitated or gravely ill.

Trust me, it wasn’t a fun exercise.  I went over all the questions with my husband, asking him his preference on some of the items, such as if he would want to be the sole person who determined if I was go go off life support.  This was no walk in the park stuff, but something necessary and something I realized I should have filled out a very long time ago.

Of course the surgery and the thought of going under general anesthetic was enough to scare me into doing one, but who knows what will happen to us from day to day?

An advance directive should not be just the provenance of the elderly. One minute we can be perfectly fine and the next day we could be in a coma because someone hit us with their car.  It doesn’t always have to be a foreseeable event.

OK, enough of me being a downer.

Just go and do it.  Going somewhere like here can help, as each state has different rules regarding advanced directives.

Your family will thank you.

And if you don’t believe me, just go and see The Descendants.


Monday Teeny Poll

Monday, February 27th, 2012
By Glinda

Well, it looks like we have a bunch of people who don’t classify themselves as extroverts or introverts, but somewhere in between.  Well, I cant’ argue with the 58% who chose that answer, because I’m the same way.  I think to most people I would appear to be an extrovert, but I definitely need my down time, preferably with a book.  33% chose to label themselves as more introverted, and only 8% felt they were social butterflies.

Tonight as my husband and I were fast-forwarding through the Oscar telecast, the Munchkin came out of his room and asked what we were watching.  I told him we were watching an awards show.  Blank look.  For people who make movies.  Even more blank of a look if that’s possible.  “Sounds dumb,”  he said.

Celebrity Dad Faceoff 2.0

Friday, February 24th, 2012
By Glinda

It has come to my attention that I suck.

OK, well, it has come to my attention that I posted a picture of someone I thought was Ben Browder, but was not.  I must have been blinded by the abs.  Thanks to both Seana (who thought I was wrong) and Kathleen (who KNEW I was wrong).

So in order to address the whole debacle, I am going to post a picture of the REAL Ben Browder (thanks again, Kathleen) for you to vote upon.

The real Ben Browder will be facing off against Freddie Prinz Jr, who won our last CDF by a respectable margin.


Hopefully I Won’t Break Out Before the Premiere

Thursday, February 23rd, 2012
By Glinda

During the recuperation period from my surgery, I am not ashamed to admit that I read some Young Adult Fiction.

The Hunger Games, to be precise.

I had bought the e-book versions because a) I am a geek, b) I just had to know what all the fuss was about, and c) I was sort of hoping that the Munchkin would be able to read them also.  And any writing that falls into the YA category is vetted by me personally before he gets to read it.  I don’t think he needs to stumble upon some description of two teens having sexual relations at the age of 9.  There will be plenty of that in the years to come, I’m sure.

Uh, OK, I was just really distracted by that last sentence and reminded of my friend who has vowed never to talk to her son about sex.  Ever.  She cannot wrap her mind around the fact that our sons will be hitting puberty sooner rather than later.

Anyhoo, I burned through all three books in about four days, between snoozing sessions.

And now, pathetically, I cannot wait to see the movie.

Yeah, all the 14 year olds and I will be lining up at midnight.

And here I thought I had escaped all that by not reading any of the Twilight books.


What to Do When Your Toddler Locks Your Bedroom Door, In 17 Steps

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012
By Glinda

1. Be angry.

2. Be momentarily glad that at least she didn’t lock herself in the room.

3. Banish the thought that at least you could have had some alone time if she had.

4. Be upset that she also closed the sliding glass door that you had previously opened and would have allowed access in less than one minute. IF she hadn’t closed it. And locked it, also.

5. Bemoan the fact that you do indeed have to use the bathroom sometimes.

6. Attempt to open door with credit card.

7. Be angry when it doesn’t work.

8. Be angry that you don’t have the key (and in fact, have never had the key to open the lock).

9. Attempt to open door with paper clip.

10.  Be really angry when that doesn’t work either.

11. Call your husband and calmly ask if he has any suggestions, scoff at the idea that waiting until 9pm for him to get home and open it is a good idea. This is specifically because this is the room said toddler needs to fall asleep in at 7pm.

12. Search the whole of the internets for various McGyver-y solutions, all of which fail miserably.

13.  After spending a solid hour and a half trying to unlock the door, give up.

14. Stop being angry because it really isn’t doing you any good.

15. Suddenly realize that there are such things as locksmiths and give one a call.

16. Be momentarily embarrassed that you have to borrow some cash from your nine year old.

17. Not regret spending $65.00 for the locksmith to take two minutes to open your door. Not even for a second.

Tuesday Teeny Poll

Tuesday, February 21st, 2012
By Glinda

Last week I asked if you thought a father putting bullets in the laptop of his misbehaving teen was a bit over the top. 40% of you thought it was, but you were still fine with it. 29% thought it was completely wrong, and an equal number of you felt that it was a great idea. I’d have to say that I fall in with the majority on this one.

Today I’m all about your social life.

Whatever Works

Thursday, February 16th, 2012
By Glinda

A high school in Cincinnati, Ohio is basically bribing their students with gift cards to attend school and do so on time.

You know what?  Bribery works.

Any parent will tell you that.  At least, any honest parent.

The thing is, research shows that when you repeat a certain behavior so many times, it actually becomes a habit, rather than something you are forced to do.

Since the school is facing high truancy rates, extremely (almost criminally so)  high dropout rates, and a high poverty rate among their student population, they have my blessing.

To TV or Not to TV

Wednesday, February 15th, 2012
By Glinda

So my son wants a television in his room.

Never mind that we only have one television in the whole house. He seems to think that he deserves to have unlimited access to all of his favorite movies.

At least he is smart enough to realize that we would never allow him to have all the cable channels we have on our main TV, and has instead asked for the type of set that has a built-in DVD player. He would have to have a cable box to watch any regular television, and there is no way we are paying for that.

I have to say that part of me is tempted, and then there is another, louder part of me that says no way should a nine year old have a television in their room. Although I know many, many children that are both younger and older than him that do.

I wonder if I am getting soft in my old age. If my toddler is wearing me down so much that a request for a television doesn’t seem totally outlandish.

What say you about kids and televisions in their rooms?

I personally think it is bad enough that he stays up past his bedtime reading books.

I think it would break my heart if he took to watching television instead.

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