Fox TV is promoting a new fall show, "I Hate My Teenage Daughter", described on their "211" website: I HATE MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER is a new multi-camera comedy about two best friends who are single moms struggling to raise their difficult and over-privileged teenage daughters.
Isn't that special?
I am an expert in teenagers. I have five of my own, and if that doesn't make me an expert, I don't know what does. Here is what I know about teenagers:
They are annoying and messy. They are also kind and generous.
They are thoughtless and self-centered. They are also learning something new about themselves and how to negotiate the world nearly every minute.
They cannot fathom mortality, and that can make them reckless. Yet they are some of the fiercest defenders of life and human rights.
Boundaries?? What boundaries??? Yet teens know when something is wrong, really wrong, and want to make it right.
They are short on experience but long on adventure.
I am so utterly excited for this film. I'm a huge fan of both Martin Sheen and Emilio Estevez, and I think the chemistry cooking here, along with the artful, soulful topic is gonna be simply outstanding! http://theway-themovie.com/#/Trailer
I am just beginning to delve into Mustafa Akyol's writings on Islam, but I'm finding them very intriguing. He is Turkish, and offers a unique perspective into Middle East politics and religion. His article here offers some insight into his upcoming book, which I'm looking forward to reading. Here's a snippet, but go read the whole article: "...the scarcity of liberty in the Muslim world is not always connected with Islamic theology. There are many other factors, such as nationalism, political conflicts, secular tyrannies, and the deep-seated “oriental despotism” in that part of the world."
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Steinbeck of course borrowed on this: the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. Ain't that the truth?
We plan to save some money and our car breaks down. We plan to have a perfect 2.1 child family, and that little blue line shows up. We plan our career after college and then find ourselves scratching our heads 20 years later and wondering how we ended up in this cubicle.
Then, there is the daily stuff: we plan to eat that apple we brought for lunch, but then someone brings in donuts for the break room. We plan to mow the lawn and do a load of laundry, but the game was on.
Sometimes, when our plans don't turn out well, we're thankful. Standing in line at the grocery store means we miss getting caught in an accident. Even though we only plan the 2.1 …
(This is for both Democrats and Republicans, because you're both equally to blame.)
For the past few weeks, the news has been filled with your inability to sit down, like adults, and negotiate a budget. Jack-asses. That's what you are: jack-asses.
My family budget, modest to begin with, just dropped by $1000 a month. My car needs new tires, back-to-school is right around the corner, our house payment is still due, my 14 year old son would like to continue to eat in the manner in which he has become accustomed, and we have to figure out how to do it all with less money. We will. We have to.
Now, you have been wrangling and jockeying for political position. Do you think we, the American people, are unclear as to the concept of budget cuts? We know, deeply and keenly, what it means to have to get rid of not just "wants" but "needs". We go without all the time. Now it is time for you to get tough, say "I will give this up"…
See below for the contest. Just to sweeten the pot, so to speak, all new members (anybody who joins from the start of the contest to the close) will be in the random drawing for a $15 Amazon.com gift card. Let's have some fun!
My Tuesday tradition is to rip-off another writer. As a grad. of a liberal arts college, this topic is near and dear to me.
The point that employers and liberal arts educators are making is that today's technological world – where knowledge doubles every 18 months and industries are created in less time – requires workers with the transferable skills they need to be ready for as many as 11 different jobs in a lifetime. As David Kearns, the late Xerox chief executive officer once noted, "The only education that prepares us for change is a liberal education. In periods of change, narrow specialization condemns us to inflexibility."
I'm back from vacation and ready to roar! Rejuvenated, rejoicing and realizing...I need more followers. So, a contest is in order!
Starting today, July 25 until August 1, 2011, I am having a follower-drive. For those of you who are regular followers, this gives you the chance to win a $25 Amazon.com gift card!! Here's how it works: urge your friends and followers (for those of you who blog) to become a follower here. When that person becomes a follower, they have to leave a comment that they found my blog through you ("I came here from XYZ blog" or "Mary at Mommies on Wheels sent me here") AND they have to become a follower! For those of you who read me on FB but are not an official follower, you can sign up too AND send me followers. The person responsible for sending me the most new followers wins!!
Get out there and get me some followers folks - tell them what fun we have here!
Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be on vacation, but I couldn't let this pass without a comment: David Ngoombujarra, one of Australia's best known indigenous actors whose films included "Australia" and "Rabbit-Proof Fence," has died. He was 44.
I've always loved the story of Balaam's ass. First, a talking donkey is just funny. Second, the donkey is smarter than the human. Here is another choice from Madeline L'Engle's A Cry Like a Bell":
Least important of all animals, I am a beast of burden. I can carry heavy loads and I am more patient than a camel, gentler of nature, though occasionally stubborn. I am not considered particularly intelligent, and my name is used as an insult.
"He's an ass,"someone will say with great contempt.
But when I see an angel in my path I recognize a messenger of God. "Stop!" the angel said to me, and I stopped, obeying God, rather than curse my master, Balaam, who hit me and cursed me and did not see the angel's brilliance barring our way.
Later, I took the path to Bethlehem bearing God's bearer on my weary back, and stood beside her in the stable, sharing her pain, her loneliness, and then her joy.
My God, I am yours for time and eternity.
Teach me to cast myself entirely
into the arms of your loving Providence
with a lively, unlimited confidence in your compassionate, tender pity.
Grant, O most merciful Redeemer,
That whatever you ordain or permit may be acceptable to me.
Take from my heart all painful anxiety;
let nothing sadden me but sin,
nothing delight me but the hope
of coming to the possession of You
my God and my all,
in your everlasting kingdom.
Did you know that Madeleine L'Engle (A Wrinkle in Time) wrote poetry? Well, neither did I. I picked up a little book by her at a garage sale the other day, Cry Like a Bell. It's a lovely book, poetry based on Biblical characters. I thought I'd share one (or two, later this week...)
Mary: after the Baptism
Yes, course. On many days I doubted. My faith grew out of doubt. The child was good but other babies have been good. He shouted when he was hungry, like any child, for food. One simply does not think of the Messiah cutting teeth, eating and eliminating. He springs, full-grown, in the great Isaiah - God, servant, king. And I was waiting, remembering in my heart the very things that caused my doubt: the angel's first appearing to me and then to Joseph; shepherds, kings, the flight to Egypt. Remembering was fearing; doubt helped. I had to face it all as true the day John baptized him. Then he knew.
For Catholics, we are now in "Ordinary time" - the part of the liturgical calendar when we aren't strictly celebrating or mourning anything in particular. "Ordinary time" isn't really meant to be ordinary in a mundane way; it's meant to blend and hum with the rhythm of life as most of us of know it: the typical-ness of going through our daily routines, the flow of family life, our work and our recreation.
It struck me that most of us live our lives in this ordinary time - somewhere between "Glory be!" and "Good God". The "Glory be" prayer is one of my favorites - it's short and to the point, but very powerful: pure praise (Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.) For those that pray the Liturgy of the Hours, this prayer is said many times a day: a reminder constantly that God is to be praised, and all glory is His.
In keeping with my Tuesday tradition, I "rip-off" another writer on the web. Today's choice: picked up at the Ginger Jar, an L.A. Times story about Guadalupe shrines in the Los Angeles area. A lovely bit of folk art, tradition and religious devotion.
Huh. Guess being poor = stupid in Mr. Aquino's mind. A person with limited financial resources couldn't possibly be capable of making sound choices about his/her family. What a bunch of crap! It is just this type of paternalistic, elitist attitude that helps keep the poor where they are at. Instead of partnering with those people in need, and looking to them for guidance in what they find most helpful, we are just gonna tell 'em: "You aren't capable of making decisions fo…
I have a well-deserved reputation for "collecting" stray dogs and crazy people. (I know some of you don't like the word "crazy", you prefer "mentally ill". I mean no ill-will, but a lot of the people I'm gonna talk about are pretty...nutty....)
First, the dogs. I find 'em all the time. Really - I probably find strays 4 or 5 times a year. It is not unusual for me to call ahead and tell the kids to set up the dog crate we keep in the garage, as I've found another one. I've also got a pretty good track record for getting them back home, but a couple of times, I've had to call animal control. But at least for a short period, they are safe, loved, fed and cared for.
Then there are the crazy people. I once had a really strange conversation in the National Basilica of the Immaculate Conception in Washington DC with a guy that hadn't showered in the recent past. Here I am, just soaking in the glorious art and grace of this b…
There are far too many people who are far too serious about adoption. Sometimes, the whole situation is pretty funny.
When Tallest Son was in 5th grade, his class underwent the ubiquitous "drugs are bad" class presented by the local sheriff's department. Tallest Son - for whatever reason that would possess an 11 year old boy - stated to the cop and his entire class, including teacher: "My mom took cocaine while she was pregnant with me."
When he told me this at home that afternoon, I asked, "Did you also happen to mention you WERE ADOPTED?????" Er, no, he had not. Great for the next parent-teacher conference, let me tell you.
It's funny when I had two toddlers: one black and one a blue-eyed blond in the shopping cart at the store. The cashier looked at the blond one and said, "You look like your momma!" Then turning to the black child (my Eldest Son), said, "You must look like daddy." I muttered, &…
Occasionally, women used to tell me I was "lucky" in that I had my kids the easy way - implying that without physical labor - actually carrying a child for nine months and then pushing said baby out of your body -I had it easy.
Oh, I disagree.
My response has always been, "Adoptive moms have labor too, it's just different."
Adoption is hard. It's fundamentally built on loss. Many of us adopt because of infertility, which is a loss of fertility. Birth parents have the loss of raising their child, even if by choice. (My kids' birth mom didn't have the choice - she lost the right to raise her children.) Adoptive kids suffer the loss of biological knowledge. Kids like mine grieve the loss of a caring parent; they know that their birth parents lost them due to bad behavior, poor judgement, plain ole not caring.
Then, there is the adoption process itself. Dear Husband and I had to undergo a series of classes, baring our souls to social workers and…
My dad passed away four years ago today. I was honored to be with him when he died, peacefully and at home. He was a very good man.
John E. Graveline John E. Graveline, 80, of Gladwin, passed away Wednesday, July 4, 2007, at his home following a lengthy illness.
He was born June 15, 1927, in Detroit to Manzel and Anna (Kaniecki) Graveline. John managed to complete high school in time to join the U.S. Marines to serve his country during World War II in China. He married the former Elizabeth Heffron on Nov. 8, 1947, in Detroit. They came to Coleman in 1955 and Gladwin in 1984. John worked as plant manager for Kal & Alma Plastics, which became United Technologies in Beaverton, retiring in 1987. After retiring John graduated from Mid Michigan Community College with an associates degree in the Visual Arts. He served on the college board of trustees. John was very active in his community. Starting in Coleman, he was on the committee to procure ambulance service to Coleman. …
This post over at Pentimento started me thinking: what would be the quintessential American song? (And let's not get obvious with the national anthem, folks....)
Much to the chagrin of my family, my pets, and many co-workers, I have a great love for country music. Is the perfect American song from that genre? Or would it be rap or hip-hop? Rock-n-roll? Delta blues?
What song would get your vote as the American song, the song that illustrates our liberty, our independence, our spirit?