Wednesday, August 02, 2006

ChinchillaBoy On Hiatus

ChinchillaBoy has decided to take an indefinite break from writing on this blog. Apparently, day camp, swim team, and daily bike rides with Grandpa have cramped his writing style.

I have also decided to delete both of his posts. I had 150 hits here yesterday, more than this blog ever had in one day. And I expect some fresh blood today from the Carnival. Kids do not belong on the front line, so ChinchillaBoy's posts have to go. I want to remove the temptation for my guests to try and use my son's posts to prove their point. I understand that I should not jump to preposterous generalizations based on one single occurrence. But I'm deleting them anyway. I like to stay on the safe side. That's just the way I am.

ChinchillaBoy may return when he is more inspired. Now wasn't a good time anyway.

The Goldie has spoken at 6:42 AM
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Yesterday

Yesterday, my evening began with meeting a filthy, stinky animal. Then I got home and found out that my dog had rolled in his own crap and needed an emergency bath. Since I cannot reason with the dog, I decided to write an open letter to the guy.

To the guy that approached me yesterday in the parking lot: Thank you for telling me I look "beautiful". I will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it was by sheer accident that I met you in a shopping plaza ten minutes after you saw me pulling out of the parking lot of a swimming pool, and that you were in no way, shape or form following me.

I appreciate your offer of being friends and meeting for a chat over coffee. I find it interesting, however, that you choose your friends based entirely on looks. You seem too old for that. You’re what, 45, 50? Do you approach guys on the street with similar offers too? This is bullshit. You weren't looking for a "friend", and you know that. This, however, is your business. If you want to find your match in a parking lot, it’s fine by me. Whatever works for you. You should have, however, turned around and left as soon as I first told you that I am married and have children and your offer is not welcome. No means NO, fuckface. Make a note of it. Next time you hear "no", you need to get lost, not hover within inches of a person’s car door, not letting them get in. Not ask the person ten times over: "Did you give me your phone number yet?" None of that stuff. Just. Get. Lost.

You, sir, are a creep. You wasted twenty minutes of my life. I was looking forward to spending this time with my family. I do not care if it makes me look like a smalltown hick – what you did pissed me off. What looks cute coming from a 16-year-old boy, is disgusting when it comes from a middle-aged man who should know better.

I hope you read this post.

The Goldie has spoken at 11:03 AM
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Finally, An Answer To My Question!

Thank you, COD.

This is from the comments section of my unschooling post.

I understand unschooling a lot better now.

Some posts should just be allowed to speak for themselves.

The emphasis is mine.

They aren't your kids, they aren't the state's kids, the aren't the federal government's kids, and they aren't the UN's kids. If I want to let me kid play video games all day long it's absolutely none of your damn business. Why is this point so complicated for you? You worry about your kids, I'll worry about mine.

Where does it stop? Since my kids aren't in school getting the nutritious meals deep fried in 30 day old grease, maybe we should have to submit menus to the state every week. Maybe the government should attach a sensor to my TV to make sure my kids aren't playing Playstation at 2 PM. Maybe we should turn homeschoolers into a nationwide reality show and wire our homes with cameras, so you can look whenever you want, to make sure my kids are living up to whatever standard you think is appropriate.

Guess what Goldie, I don't give a damn about your standards. I don't give a damn about the government's standards. The only standards that matter are mine, which happen to be much more stringent than the government's anyway.

All of us would be much better off of if everybody just followed their mother's advice from many years ago.Keep your hands to yourself, and MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

My kids are not your business.

The Goldie has spoken at 10:42 AM
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Thank You!

Here I am, linking to Mamacita again... This post is a must read.

I am not a doctor, but if I am ever invaded by a pernicious tumor, I want it cut out and burned, not appeased with first one thing and then another, trial and error. No patting a soothing medication on it in hopes that it will go away. No pretending it's not there in hopes that it will go away by itself. No numbing it so it can't actively DO anything although it's still there to intimidate the useful body parts. I want it removed and burned, so the fear is gone, and the tension is gone, and the stress is gone, and the other body parts can heave a sigh of relief and go on with their rightful business.

Analogy? Why, no. It's about a malignant tumor, and its potential to destroy a human being completely if it's not forcibly removed by someone trained to do so.

Why, what were YOU thinking?

The Goldie has spoken at 10:07 AM
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