Were it not for Facebook I would have never known that THIS Saturday is my wedding anniversary!
See?!
Oh, and May 10 was John Scalzi‘s birthday…Whatever! Just kidding. Happy belated birthday, John.
But back to Facebook helping me out…yes, Saturday is our wedding anniversary…our 28th to be exact. But I really didn’t need Facebook to tell me that. Thank goodness!
Daniel's favorite mani, circa 2006
Over at Central Valley Moms today, I am talking about the horrible news about how nail polish leads to blatant propaganda pushing the celebration of gender-confused boys wanting to dress and act like girls and is a growing trend, seeping into mainstream culture.
I know!
WOW!
Of course this is just another reason why my butt print is permanently embedded on the Bad Mommy bench.
Whatever.
So I have been exploring the newly made-over Central Valley Moms site…she’s hot, you have to check it out!…anyway, I was checking out this.
The data is compelling, VERY compelling, especially for someone like me who is in the biz. More than one is born every minute and because of the increase in inductions and c=sections of late, pre-term infants born between 34-37 weeks under the pretense that they will be just fine or because the mother is “tired of being pregnant” or trying to schedule her happy event to work into her life or the OB/mid-wife is going on vacation or has weekend plans or…
WHATEVER!
I am pretty much guaranteed job security, aren’t I? It’s all pretty good for me because these clowns of mine are expensive and our mortgage lender only cares that we keep on paying the mortgage.
Still these statistics are very compelling and might give one pause to consider the impact of these little ones who are born every minute on…everything. So I am looking at this:
I’m reading through the data very carefully…
because I am in the biz…you know?
Yes, I am studying this data and comparing it to data I have reviewed and examined at recent nursing conferences in the last year...
It’s interesting…
very interesting…
wait…
scroll down…
more…
some more please…
a little more…
you need to keep scrolling down…
some more…
just a little bit more…
keep scrolling down…
you are almost there…
keep going…
You.
Are.
Now.
There.
Oh. Em. Gee!!!!
Look at this statistic!!
How cool is that?
FIVE-PERCENT of the population here in the US!!
I am THAT rare…THAT special…and yes, THAT shallow.
But back to these stats…I’m grateful for the job security and all. Still I would like to see next year be different, with far better numbers.
The world CERTAINLY needs more redheads but we DEFINITELY need more babies to have the best possible start in life that we can offer.
Spring Break is over! It’s back to school for the clowns. When Miss Ruby pulled up in the yellow bus, Daniel took off running to head back to school. Who can blame him surrounded by nothing but sick people for his Spring Break.
Over at Central Valley Moms today, I am talking about the juggling that it takes to get these clowns of mine back to school after a ten day break.
Over at Central Valley Moms today I am talking about my recent brush with what I consider the sign of the coming of the Antichrist: when your parents start following you all over social media. Some folks might be okay with it. As a mom of children who are NOT adults just yet, I consider it to be my responsibility as their mom to monitor their social media activities just like I monitor their extra-curricular activities. I’m the mom, they’re the under-aged children. It’s what I get paid the big bucks for. But when you are an adult…a grown woman with children at all ages and stages and a grandmother?
Well…
Remember that book I’ll Love You Forever?
Yeah.
