Name:Monica Country:United States State:Kansas Gender:Female
Interests:Reading, playing with my kids, knitting and other yarn-play, putting stuff off, flirting. Expertise:Being goofy with my little cuties. Laughing at myself. Occupation:Picture framer
Many many moons ago (September?) I subscribed to a couple IndieFeed podcasts but never found the time to listen to very many of them. Suddenly, with the addition of a lovely lavender Shuffle to my Apple arsenal, I am So Totally Digging Performance Poetry. Big warning: many occurrences of the F-bomb, among other potential problematic words and themes.
Suddenly and strangely, I am a big contributor to the household sound. Finally enjoying my own music tastes is satisfying.
Kansas weather is a pain in my patoot. The kids have had at least 4 weather days this school year. and I were trying to figure out if it will be 5 or 6 if they cancel tomorrow. I know I've missed 3 days of work for weather.
At what age do you think a kid should be able to start dating?
Actual one-on-one dates? I think 14 at the earliest. Many things must be taken into account, though. How mature both kids are. How much the parents trust both of them. The accountability aspect: are you dropping them off at a mall for 3 hours or do they have specific plans that you -could- check on although you hope not to -have- to?
I got a newsletter from my son's youth pastor and it said many parents and children think age 12 is good. TWELVE?? I didn't even want to date yet at 12. I found out this past year that I was odd, though. I didn't have my first french kiss until age 15 (and a half!). Most people have told me anywhere from 3rd grade (age 8??) to 7th grade. The oldest besides me was in 9th grade. Age 14.
Back to the newsletter: we found their statistics faulty. My 11-year-old actually asked me to explain how one table showed Parents were asked, "At what age should teens be allowed to start dating?" 9% - 12 years old 9% - 13 years old 12% - 14 years old 17% - 15 years old 40% - 16 years old 10% - no set rule. (about.com)
But the next page had a bullet point: Today, the average age for a person to begin dating is 13. in 1924 the average age was 16. (more4kids.info)
He wanted to know how with 18% of parents allowing their children to date at ages 12 and 13, the "average age" to begin dating was 13. Even if you add in the 10% with no set rule, you still only get up to 28%. Is this just another example of hype-mongering?
It also showed: One-third (33%) of 16-18 year-olds said sex is "expected" of people their age who are in a relationship. 31% of teens who have been in a "serious" relationship agreed with this statement. (loveisnotabuse.com)
OK, so with a domain name like that, I really don't expect an unbiased statistic but sheesh. Did YOU think it was expected at that age?
I called in sick today. Yesterday, I had trouble concentrating and keeping moving by the end of the day. This morning I was trying very hard to convince myself to get up and get to work. I got up to help Andrew with his lunch, and I couldn't walk quite straight. That convinced me. I called in. The boss said "You don't sound so hot." One of my co-workers called me a loser, though. :D
This weekend, my old friend J will be here with her son P and husband B. I haven't seen any of them since ... sheesh, Years. I'm looking forward to it, but I hope I'm better!
It greatly annoys me when they put fake squeaks in the audio when showing rodents (usually rats) on the screen. They're always the type of squeak a rat would make if in pain or frightened, but usually they show the rat in control and not in pain. They are trying to freak out or gross out the audience, but it actually blows my suspension of disbelief. TV and movie makers: stop it.
I HATE Captcha's. I HATE being forced to change my password. I HATE when the page forcing me to change my password tells me the "new" "restrictive" parameters and my original password (more than) fits within those parameters. That said, it's probably about time, since I've been using the same password on Xanga for 7 years or so.
Now, on to the entry I was here to write.
I LOVE my husband. He often seems to be off in his own little world, staring into his own little computer screen, and blocking the rest of us out. Sometimes, however, he's aware of the rest of us, just not showing it. Last night's case-in-point: I teased Nate about his pajama pants being entirely too big. They're loose and the crotch hangs nearly to his knees. "They look like Hammer Pants!" Nate gave me his bemused generation gap look and asked what in the world Hammer Pants are, so I stood there and was describing them, doing a little Hammer Dance to illustrate the inherent silliness of Hammer-ness. In the next room I hear the declaration "U Can't Touch This!" and of course dance along, pointing and grinning at my . He's gone to YouTube so that he can show the child just what a dorky pop-culture upbringing I had. I had forgotten about the whirling and jiggling on the stairs. It really took me back. So Much Spandex! Oh, and the rainbow of Hammer Pants. Mmm. Gotta love the 90's!
This, he followed up with a rousing round of Bang The Drum All Day by Todd Rundgren. This was in response to a conversation with a friend about the job I start Monday. I said I didn't want to work, I just wanted to bang on the drums all day. The next option was to Rock and Roll all night and party every day, except I really am fond of the daylight and find myself unable to stay up for 24 hours in a row. Maybe I -am- growing up a little? Or is that just old?
And a testament to my dorkiness: I found myself watching the whole Hammer video again after looking it up to embed it here.
and I were trying to figure out if it will be 5 or 6 if they cancel tomorrow. I know I've missed 3 days of work for weather. 
