OK, so everyone i know is on Facebook. I joined the party late but it has been fun. I am in touch with people I have not spoken to in 15 years. It has been great fun seeing the kids I graduated high school with turn into parents or have awesome careers or both! Some people still look the same and others I would not recognize even if I tripped over them on the street.
But there is one thing about Facebook that is really starting to annoy me. You know the status part of your profile? Some people just share way too much. Or tell me the most ridiculous things. One of my Facebook "friends" updated her status to read that she was 1 centimeter dilated and she was going to the hospital to be induced for labor. Like I really need to know this? I mean, it is very exciting that she is going to have a baby but is it really necessary to 1)update your Facebook status at this time and 2)let your 125 "friends" know about how much your cervix is dilated? PLEASE! Another "friend" was updating his status as his wife was in labor. I know there can be time to kill but come on already. Have we really reached a point in today's society that people can't turn off the computer or Blackberry and forget about Facebook to enjoy and focus on the impending delivery of your child?
Quite frequently there are people who do have something interesting to share. I have been known to write stupid stuff in my staus box. Now, if I don't have anything interesting to say, i just leave it blank. I really don't think my "friends" need to know that I am currently making dinner. But I am not really, am I? I am updating my Facebook status or writing in this blog.
And yes, blogging is another way to share a lot of information. Anyone you know or even don't know can tune into whatever you are doing on a daily, hourly or minute by minute basis. Why do we feel the need to share absolutely everything about our lives? I talk to my friends pretty regularly but they still don't know everything. I have a friend who emails pictures and updates about what her kids are doing everyday. What they did over the weekend. What they did last night. It is great to share news about your kids. I love to know what is new and exciting. But I don't feel the need to share every last detail with everyone in my address book.
The Internet has opened many doors and windows into people's lives. And we just can't help ourselves but to share with the rest of the world. Some share more than others. And for those of you that really need to share the explicit details... send an email.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Women!
So I read this article in New York Magazine about an "extreme midwife" who practices in New York Cityhttp://nymag.com/news/features/55500/. She assists women in their desire to give birth at home, which, is a wonderful thing to do if that is what the women choose to do. Me, I'd rather give birth in a hospital. My personal choice. However, this midwife was presented in the article as being rather exreme in her practices and pooh poohs women who go to OB/GYNs and trust the team of doctors and nurses to deliver the baby safely. Whether this is true or not the reader will never know. Women who have had homebirths appear to look down on hospital births. Personal choice!
Long story short, this article got me thinking about the war among women. We can't live without our women friends but women are also our worst enemies! There is always a competition between women. Who has the better job, better outfit, better apartment, etc. And among mothers: forget it. I can't stand this war among mothers! It starts with pregnancy and never ends. There is this extreme competition for having the best pregnancy, the best labor and delivery, the best way to feed their baby, the best stroller, best parenting skills, even the best baby! And the list goes on.
I had an epidural during both labors and I am not ashamed of it. I did not breastfeed my girls and I am not going to made to feel like a failure because of that either. There are so many women who feel the need to make themselves appear better than you are because you didn't have a natural birth or because you chose not to breastfeed your baby. So you made it through all the hours of your labor without the use of drugs? Fantastic! That is really awesome. Honestly, I did not want an epidural the second time. But there was a complication early in my labor that could have resulted in an emergency C-section and I would have been knocked out cold for the delivery. Thankfully, this did not happen but in case it happened again ,they wanted to be prepared. So, in came the drugs. So you make your family homemade meals 7 nights a week with ingredients farmed in your own backyard? Wonderful!! Just don't look down your nose at me because I don't.
Why do we have to compete with each other? What are we trying to prove to each other? I really don't get it. I encounter mothers at my daughter's preschool who completely ignore me if I say hello to them in the morning. First of all, when someone addresses you, you should be courteous and respond to them. How hard is it to say hello? Secondly, you are no better or worse than me. We all have children, which is why we are at a preschool. I am a mom, you are a mom. You don't know anything about me, nor do I know anything about you. Why is there this constant judgement among women. Here we are, the middle of April, and there are mothers who look away so they don't have to speak to me! Give me a break. Just say "hi" or "good morning." It isn't going to kill you to talk to someone you don't know.
Women have it hard enough in this world. Some have it much, much harder than others. We should all stand by each other.
Long story short, this article got me thinking about the war among women. We can't live without our women friends but women are also our worst enemies! There is always a competition between women. Who has the better job, better outfit, better apartment, etc. And among mothers: forget it. I can't stand this war among mothers! It starts with pregnancy and never ends. There is this extreme competition for having the best pregnancy, the best labor and delivery, the best way to feed their baby, the best stroller, best parenting skills, even the best baby! And the list goes on.
I had an epidural during both labors and I am not ashamed of it. I did not breastfeed my girls and I am not going to made to feel like a failure because of that either. There are so many women who feel the need to make themselves appear better than you are because you didn't have a natural birth or because you chose not to breastfeed your baby. So you made it through all the hours of your labor without the use of drugs? Fantastic! That is really awesome. Honestly, I did not want an epidural the second time. But there was a complication early in my labor that could have resulted in an emergency C-section and I would have been knocked out cold for the delivery. Thankfully, this did not happen but in case it happened again ,they wanted to be prepared. So, in came the drugs. So you make your family homemade meals 7 nights a week with ingredients farmed in your own backyard? Wonderful!! Just don't look down your nose at me because I don't.
Why do we have to compete with each other? What are we trying to prove to each other? I really don't get it. I encounter mothers at my daughter's preschool who completely ignore me if I say hello to them in the morning. First of all, when someone addresses you, you should be courteous and respond to them. How hard is it to say hello? Secondly, you are no better or worse than me. We all have children, which is why we are at a preschool. I am a mom, you are a mom. You don't know anything about me, nor do I know anything about you. Why is there this constant judgement among women. Here we are, the middle of April, and there are mothers who look away so they don't have to speak to me! Give me a break. Just say "hi" or "good morning." It isn't going to kill you to talk to someone you don't know.
Women have it hard enough in this world. Some have it much, much harder than others. We should all stand by each other.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Don't park there
I know I haven't posted in 5 months. I couldn't find the time to remember all the rude things that happened. And withg the holidays... well, let's just say that there were rude people all over the place. I was even one of them. I hated the holidays this year. I was awful. I was in a bad mood from Thanksgiving to New Years. But all that is behind me. It is spring. A time of new beginnings. Which I why I changed the name of this blog. Instead of writing about rude things. I want to share all of the unbelieveble things that I encounter. I just can't get over what some people do or say. Some things I experience firsthand, others I read about or watch on TV.
My older daughter goes to a preschool that is part of a church and that church is part of a retirement community and a nursing home. As you can imagine there are quite a few handicapped designated parking spaces in the parking lot.
School begins at 9AM. As you can also imagine, it can get pretty crazy at drop off time. Pick up time is not as rushed since a parent or caregiver can pick up the child anywhere between 12-1. At both drop off and pick up, people park in the handicapped spaces! Now, as far as I know, you can only park in one of those spaces if you have the correct ID on your license plate or if you have a tag hanging from the rearview mirror. There are moms with neither of those, who are in perfectly good health parking in a handicapped spot because it is convenient for them. Everyday, at pick up, there is a grandma who parks in the same handicapped spot. No license plate and no hang tag. EVER! I am completely offended that she would park in that spot AT A NURSING/ RETIREMENT HOME! Really now!
The same goes for people who park in the no parking zones in front of stores. Is it really that hard to park your car and walk? Even if it is just for a few minutes. I have 2 kids and believe me, I hate getting them out of the car, corraling the 5 year old so she doesn't run into the parking lot and hoisting all my bags and everything else and walking to the store because there wasn't a spot right there in front of the door. But a law is a law. They put those signs there for a reason. NO PARKING FIRE ZONE means don't park there! You are not excluded because you drive a fancy Mercedes or BMW. Park the damn car and walk! It's good for you anyway.
My older daughter goes to a preschool that is part of a church and that church is part of a retirement community and a nursing home. As you can imagine there are quite a few handicapped designated parking spaces in the parking lot.
School begins at 9AM. As you can also imagine, it can get pretty crazy at drop off time. Pick up time is not as rushed since a parent or caregiver can pick up the child anywhere between 12-1. At both drop off and pick up, people park in the handicapped spaces! Now, as far as I know, you can only park in one of those spaces if you have the correct ID on your license plate or if you have a tag hanging from the rearview mirror. There are moms with neither of those, who are in perfectly good health parking in a handicapped spot because it is convenient for them. Everyday, at pick up, there is a grandma who parks in the same handicapped spot. No license plate and no hang tag. EVER! I am completely offended that she would park in that spot AT A NURSING/ RETIREMENT HOME! Really now!
The same goes for people who park in the no parking zones in front of stores. Is it really that hard to park your car and walk? Even if it is just for a few minutes. I have 2 kids and believe me, I hate getting them out of the car, corraling the 5 year old so she doesn't run into the parking lot and hoisting all my bags and everything else and walking to the store because there wasn't a spot right there in front of the door. But a law is a law. They put those signs there for a reason. NO PARKING FIRE ZONE means don't park there! You are not excluded because you drive a fancy Mercedes or BMW. Park the damn car and walk! It's good for you anyway.
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