Waves of Angles

This past week’s challenge on The Daily Post was “Angles”. These waves are outside the fish ladder at the Ballard Locks.



Mad as a Hatter“…. that’s one way of putting it!

I saw an article last night about the Maryland couple, the Meltivs, that let their 10-year-old & 6-year-old walk home from the park and were then charged with “unsubstantiated child neglect”. In this new article the children were walking home from the park again this past Sunday, they were dropped off at 4 pm and told to be home by 6 pm. A neighbor called the police when they saw the children walking home. The children were picked up 2 blocks from their house. The children were kept in the police car for 2 1/2 hours. The cops told the kids they would be driven home and then took them to CPS. No one called the parents until 8:30 pm. The parents were frantic at 6:30 pm and started looking for the kids. When they got the call they went to CPS and were told to wait. They did not get their children until 10:30 pm. The “responsible” adults of the police dept and CPS didn’t even give these kids dinner.

The comments on the article ranged from “Leave the parents alone” to “How irresponsible! We live 2 blocks away from the school and I drive my 10 yr old to and from” to “The world has changed since we were all kids”.

Holy crap people…things have not changed since we were all kids! The only difference is you hear about it more because of how connected the world is. Children are more likely to be abducted by a family member or someone they know than a stranger. If you actually talk to your kids about the dangers out there and they prove to you that they can be responsible LET THEM BE KIDS! Do you want your children living in your basement when they are 40? Because that’s where they are headed. They will have ZERO social skills and not be able to function as adults because of this “fear” that has been instilled in them from a young age.

My oldest has walked to school since she was 10 (we lived over 5 miles away before that age). She walks up to the store all the time. My youngest is way to friendly and therefore she needs to have someone with her. That is called observing how your kids handle the outside world, not just following them around wiping their asses.

There are always risks in life: You may get in a car accident on your way to work…are you going to stop driving?

Someone may shoot you in a robbery at a store…..are you going to stop shopping?

Some kid at your kid’s school may shoot up the place….are you going to home school from now on?

The answer to those is hell no. Because we all know that the probability of those things happening is low if you are attentive and know what to do in those situations. So why shelter kids instead of giving them the tools to be responsible? 

This subject is one that gets my hackles up. Parents aren’t allowed to be parents anymore! We aren’t allowed to spank our kids or discipline them at all in public for fear of someone calling the cops. Yet when a kid is running around causing all kinds of chaos we say “Why don’t those parents discipline their kid?!” You can’t have it both ways people. We aren’t allowed to tell our kids “Go outside and play. When the streetlights come on, it’s time to come in”. Yet when the kids are overweight due to not getting enough exercise we say “Why don’t those kids go play?” Again, can’t have it both ways.

I weep for what the younger generation will grow up to be. May as well institute the principles of “1984” right now because that kind of conformity is what everyone is crying for.


A Fly on the Wall….

If you could be “a fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose?

Good question. I have a couple of places I would have liked to have been the “fly on the wall”.

My first thought was to have been at the construction of Stonehenge. I guess that would be more of a “fly on the stone”. There are so many speculations on who, how and why the stones were put there it would be nice to know exactly what happened. Was it the Druids? Did the stones get there by magic or by giants? Was one of the gods just really bored one day and thought “Hey let’s screw with the humans!”

The other place I would love to have been a fly was Area 51 right after the crash in Roswell. To see exactly what came out of the ship and what they did with it. Were they able to communicate? Was the being hostile or just on a recon mission? Did we send him back?


California Girl in Washington

I was born and raised in Sacramento, California. Two years ago my husband had an opportunity to be relocated to the place he grew up in, Washington. We sat down and talked it over. Then we talked it over with our oldest. Everyone thought it was a great idea to move (we all hated the heat).

We moved to Puyallup, Washington three days after Christmas. It was cold and rainy and I loved it.

I still love it. The town is great, hell the entire Seattle area is great. It takes my breath away every time we go downtown. The people are quirky and eccentric. The architecture is amazing. It is a huge city but you don’t feel like it is when you are out wandering around. I feel at home here in a way that I never did in Sacramento. It is beautiful here even in the winter, everywhere you look there are trees.

Are there things I would change? Of course! The idiot politicians in Olympia are trying to institute a “road tax” for the entire state. Yes a road tax. Meaning citizens would be taxed every time they drive on roads in Washington. The pilot program for this actually passed and is being implemented soon. Their justification for this is that the gas tax in use now isn’t generating enough revenue because of all the gas efficient cars out there. So they had to figure out another way to tax us.

Even with the road tax looming in the future, I don’t want to live anywhere else.


Poor Monk

Daily Post Prompt: “Ha Ha Ha”

A monk joins an abbey ready to dedicate his life to copying ancient books by hand. After the first day though he reports to the head priest. He’s concerned that all the monks have been copying from copies made from still more copies.
“If someone makes a mistake,” he points out, “it would be impossible to detect. Even worse the error would continue to be made.”
A bit startled, the priest decides that he better check their latest effort against the original which is kept in a vault beneath the abbey. A place only he has access to.
Well two days, then three days pass without the priest resurfacing. Finally the new monk decides to see if the old guy’s alright. When he gets down there he discovers the priest hunched over both a newly copied book and the ancient original text. He is sobbing and by the look of things has been sobbing for a long time.
“Father?” the monk whispers.
“Oh Lord Jesus,” the priest wails. “The word is ‘celebrate.'”