A couple of years ago, GOP Vice Presidential candidate and Governor of Alaska, Sara Palin, dismissed Alaska's police commissioner for not playing ball when he did not reprimand or fire Palin's former brother-in-law for a personal family matter.
Around the same time, democratic Presidential hopeful John Edwards was found to have cheated on his ill wife, fathered his mistress' child and paid another man working with him to publicly claim that the child was his and not Edwards'.
Edwards wasn't the only one tangled with someone who was not his spouse. New York Governor Eliot Spitzer was found with an pricey call girl. Detroit mayor Kwame Kilpatrick was convicted for lying under oath about his affair with his chief of staff. And this was all in 2008. Very recent history.
Let's not forget that famous blue dress and cigar that Clinton made popular; Marion Barry's now famous "Bitch set me up." phrase uttered after he was caught with crack and a woman who was not his wife; JFK's numerous alleged affairs, including one with Marilyn Monroe. There are clearly many more well-known affairs in and out of the political office.
The current governor of California gained fame as a body-builder turned mediocre action movie star. I guess if Ronald Reagan can do it, so can the man who uttered deep, memorable lines like, "I'll be back." and "It's not a toomah!!!"
I'd mention even more political scandals and simple WTF moments but I don't have enough time in my life to mention them all, from our most recent government dating back to a time well before Thomas doubted, Simon Peter denied and Judas betrayed their homeboy Yeshua.
Outside of the political world, there are even more scandals and crimes that rock civilian lives. If I mentioned all of those, my grandchildren would have to take over this blog entry.
So what about recently? As in today, around the nation. What's going on?
A toddler fell to his death at the Staples Center and was met with claims that the center met all building codes, leaving many people to wonder how a toddler could get past coded railings. A narcotics agent was charged with grand theft and embezzlement after accusations of stealing money and accepting bribes from drug suspects were brought up. The water in Barstow was recently cleared after a previous contamination, not from fecal matter (no hanom taki for them) but from a chemical used in rocket fuel, very likely the byproduct of meth labs that run rampant in that part of the nation, as it does in many other states. There were 17 reported homicides in one week in LA county bringing up the homicide rate for the year to 563. A man and his son, in attempting to rob a bank, set off a bomb that killed two officers. Members of the US Army's Fifth Stryker Brigade were charged with drug use, slaughtering Afghan civilians for no reason and defiling corpses.
That's not all the news, of course. That's not even all the news from two West-coast states today.
But that's just crime and scandal. What about crimes that seem too ridiculous to be true? Such as a kung-fu student in Australia in the 80s breaking and entering into a zoo because he was told he could fight a wild animal with his bare hands. He was never tried for trespassing, of course. Because he died. Because he tried to wrestle a lion.
What about the idiot who, long ago, stole the Mona Lisa from the Louvre and attempted to sell it to another gallery?
Crime. Scandal. There's more to it than that, isn't there?
Our nation's capital can proudly boast the worst school district in the country with three out of four students falling below math test standards. With nearly $13-thousand-per-student costs, a pittance goes to the actual schools or students. The DC district ranks as the highest paid to administration and the lowest spent on the actual students or their needs. They wait, on average, just over a year for structural repairs to buildings that should otherwise be condemned.
The commonwealth-run states in the US make up the worst cases of healthcare in the nation. The average wait in a Nevada ER is five hours and 15 minutes. The same could be said about Arizona. Texas has the most uninsured residents in the 50 states. You also have to wait a really long time in their ERs. The wait is not much better in New Mexico, Arkansas, Utah, Oklahoma and Idaho.
There are wars erupting all over the world, countries where more than half of the citizens are living well below poverty, leaders with iron fists and heavy artillery, coups, abandoned and abused babies as the norm, rampant diseases with no local health officials trying to curb the spread, mothers who fear that they and their daughters will be raped while their young children are slaughtered and their husbands are ordered by threat of torture to take part in wars they want nothing to do with, children armed with semi-automatic weapons, censored media and news that is completely denied and death tolls that rise by the hundreds within weeks.
And, quite shockingly, none of these things take place on Guam. They had absolutely nothing to do with Guam outside of our local soldiers fighting under the American flag.
Yet people still seem to enjoy uttering the phrase "Only on Guam" as though we have a monopoly on idiotic and corrupt government leaders, crime, a poor state of education and healthcare, on top of many other issues. More disheartening is when such utterances come from local people, born and bred on an island that they continue to scorn and in an open forum where anyone from any part of the world can view such nice sentiments about the people and culture who raised such jackasses.
I wonder, really, if the one thing that exists on Guam and nowhere else are people who are oblivious to the world around them who choose not to open a paper or turn on the news and see, very clearly, that these things do not exist only on Guam.
I guess I'd have to ask those OOG people. Apparently, they're the real experts.
22.11.10
5.11.10
from small beans to corporate beanstalks
In the 1840s, a London bookbinder crossed the Atlantic with his six children sans a wife and mother to help care for them and proceeded to raise his children on a farm in Illinois. The eldest of these children went on to work for the Chicago Tribune and rose in the ranks. A few years later, he became the manager of the Detroit Tribune and then part owner of the Detroit Daily Advertiser, eventually using insurance money to start his own paper. This new paper, The Evening News, was much different from other printed news outlets at the time, appealing to the working class, utilizing advertising and common speech to appeal to this new class that was previously ignored. Later, his younger brother started working at the paper as an office boy. This office boy, with the help of family in the form of loans, went on to own and operate some 25 other newspapers.
This corporation grew to be one of the most successful and expansive media conglomerates in the US: The E.W. Scripps Company.
Much later, in the mid-20th century, a Jewish-Hungarian immigrant who was only one of two people in her family to survive the holocaust as a young girl, brought her son to Queens, New York, while the young boy's father stayed behind in Europe. This young son, with dreams of becoming a rock star, changed his name to reflect one of his idols and formed a band. While disbanding and forming new bands, he also held odd jobs on the side. In the 70s, he finally found a group of band-mates with whom he fit and this group set out to be the ultimate rock group.
Three decades later, KISS became a mainstay in the music world with Gene Simmons as a marketing genius, first turning their music into music business and furthering his business to encompass many successful ventures of which most are aware of.
Around the same time but much further away, on a tiny little island very few people in the world knew about outside of those countries who occupied this island, a young man working for a bank pre-WWII decided to work as an insurance agent. When the war put his business on hold, he came back afterward, quitting his job at the bank and selling insurance by himself working out of his own home.
Years later, the patriarch of the Calvo family, Eduardo Calvo, expanded his business to encompass many other companies, becoming what is arguably the most successful family business on the island of Guam.
All three are examples of men who started small, worked hard and created a successful corporation based on that hard work. Further, all three went on to create families that benefited from their ventures, all the while instilling such virtues in their families.
All of this considered, I often wonder why people choose not to look into the readily available information about these families' origins when extolling the virtues of hard work, the little man, the self-made, the small businesses.
Recently, Eddie Calvo, an established politician - as many others have been from this same family - ran for the highest office in our local government. And, as expected, words were spoken about the monopoly his family has on the island and, more, could not separate the politician from the family business as Eddie has tried to do, personally. The Calvos and Eddie, in particular, were accused of not understanding the plight of the blue collar, the small business-owner, the people who were not born into wealth but had to work hard for it. Apparently, opponents don't seem to care about how this family started. They don't bother to get to know the people of this family, where they come from, how they raise their children or what they expect of those children who choose to be a part of the family business.
They've also ignored the simple fact that Eddie Calvo's opponent is not exactly the patriarch of a blue-collar family, that Gutierrez, for all he's said about being for the people, has not lived the hardships of the same people, what with his own mansion, his own money, his own ranch, he equally has been spared the struggle.
It makes me consider a comparison to another hugely successful and ridiculously wealthy family the world is all too familiar with: The Hiltons. One daughter was kicked out of school as a teenager and had to earn a GED. Another successfully graduated from high school with an actual diploma but, like her sister, chose not to pursue higher education and instead, also rode the coattails of her rich family. Both sisters used money endowed to them, but not truly earned, and a known family name to start their own businesses.
The Calvo family could have easily copied this model. But they did not. Like many others in the Calvo family, Eddie had to go to college and earn a degree, further earning a place in the family business.
I accept that the recent generations of Calvo family probably don't truly understand the struggles of the working class and those with significantly fewer possessions and opportunities. It's hard to understand a life one has been spared from. But this does not mean that a person born to opportunity does not understand the value of hard work. It also does not mean that such fortunate people are incapable of caring for those less fortunate.
One of the things Gutierrez's supporters have used to backup the claim that Gutierrez cares for the people is the fact that several people - not many and not most - have received help from Gutierrez, whether the aid was significant in bettering their family's lives or if it was a small, genuine act of kindness, the assumption being that Calvo does not have his own litany of kind acts under his belt. So where are the people who Calvo has been kind to?
Well, I'm right here. Upon being discharged from the hospital following the birth of my first son, a hurried Eddie Calvo raced down the hallway to exit the hospital. As he glanced over his shoulder briefly and spotted me, he proceeded to walk away when he turned to look at me and my son again. Despite his obvious rush, he decided to turn around and come to see us. As a new mother enamored with my newborn son, I was pleased to see someone excited so see my son as Eddie Calvo congratulated me and told me what a blessing becoming a parent was.
Just a couple short weeks later, as I celebrated the new life in my family, I mourned the loss of another life having lost my father. Because my father was the brother of a well-known politician and a beloved priest, his hospital viewing upon his death was not limited to family members. Many agency heads and politicians came to pay respects to my father. There was no separation of parties. Democrat leaders offered me kind words and comfort. There was no separation of current politicians and former ones. Public figures who did not hold current office also came to pay respects. Around this time, Eddie Calvo also learned that we were barely scraping by living in a small apartment on one of his family's properties that was previously just small enough for two adults, not big enough for our growing family. He made an offer to help us find a larger room that we could afford. We didn't take this offer but it was nonetheless appreciated.
During this hard time, I spoke to several public figures who were only one of many people who crowded the church during my father's funeral. And with the exception of a certain politician's wife, none of the other figures left me with a sense of politicking. They were a comfort when I needed it most.
There was one particular former politician who wasn't there, just as he wasn't there when my grandmother, his cousin, passed away five years prior.
I realize I am one person. But it would be naive to assume that I am only one of a small few.
Evidenced here is a person who came from a fortunate family that did not have a start in fortune. Evidenced here is a person who was capable of helping those who did not have his fortune and a kind person who cared about someone other than himself.
Most importantly, evidenced here is a success story of a small business of one growing into successful business that has housed, clothed, fed and educated a wealth of further generations of this successful family.
From my perspective, Eddie Calvo is a prime example of what small business ventures can create.
This corporation grew to be one of the most successful and expansive media conglomerates in the US: The E.W. Scripps Company.
Much later, in the mid-20th century, a Jewish-Hungarian immigrant who was only one of two people in her family to survive the holocaust as a young girl, brought her son to Queens, New York, while the young boy's father stayed behind in Europe. This young son, with dreams of becoming a rock star, changed his name to reflect one of his idols and formed a band. While disbanding and forming new bands, he also held odd jobs on the side. In the 70s, he finally found a group of band-mates with whom he fit and this group set out to be the ultimate rock group.
Three decades later, KISS became a mainstay in the music world with Gene Simmons as a marketing genius, first turning their music into music business and furthering his business to encompass many successful ventures of which most are aware of.
Around the same time but much further away, on a tiny little island very few people in the world knew about outside of those countries who occupied this island, a young man working for a bank pre-WWII decided to work as an insurance agent. When the war put his business on hold, he came back afterward, quitting his job at the bank and selling insurance by himself working out of his own home.
Years later, the patriarch of the Calvo family, Eduardo Calvo, expanded his business to encompass many other companies, becoming what is arguably the most successful family business on the island of Guam.
All three are examples of men who started small, worked hard and created a successful corporation based on that hard work. Further, all three went on to create families that benefited from their ventures, all the while instilling such virtues in their families.
All of this considered, I often wonder why people choose not to look into the readily available information about these families' origins when extolling the virtues of hard work, the little man, the self-made, the small businesses.
Recently, Eddie Calvo, an established politician - as many others have been from this same family - ran for the highest office in our local government. And, as expected, words were spoken about the monopoly his family has on the island and, more, could not separate the politician from the family business as Eddie has tried to do, personally. The Calvos and Eddie, in particular, were accused of not understanding the plight of the blue collar, the small business-owner, the people who were not born into wealth but had to work hard for it. Apparently, opponents don't seem to care about how this family started. They don't bother to get to know the people of this family, where they come from, how they raise their children or what they expect of those children who choose to be a part of the family business.
They've also ignored the simple fact that Eddie Calvo's opponent is not exactly the patriarch of a blue-collar family, that Gutierrez, for all he's said about being for the people, has not lived the hardships of the same people, what with his own mansion, his own money, his own ranch, he equally has been spared the struggle.
It makes me consider a comparison to another hugely successful and ridiculously wealthy family the world is all too familiar with: The Hiltons. One daughter was kicked out of school as a teenager and had to earn a GED. Another successfully graduated from high school with an actual diploma but, like her sister, chose not to pursue higher education and instead, also rode the coattails of her rich family. Both sisters used money endowed to them, but not truly earned, and a known family name to start their own businesses.
The Calvo family could have easily copied this model. But they did not. Like many others in the Calvo family, Eddie had to go to college and earn a degree, further earning a place in the family business.
I accept that the recent generations of Calvo family probably don't truly understand the struggles of the working class and those with significantly fewer possessions and opportunities. It's hard to understand a life one has been spared from. But this does not mean that a person born to opportunity does not understand the value of hard work. It also does not mean that such fortunate people are incapable of caring for those less fortunate.
One of the things Gutierrez's supporters have used to backup the claim that Gutierrez cares for the people is the fact that several people - not many and not most - have received help from Gutierrez, whether the aid was significant in bettering their family's lives or if it was a small, genuine act of kindness, the assumption being that Calvo does not have his own litany of kind acts under his belt. So where are the people who Calvo has been kind to?
Well, I'm right here. Upon being discharged from the hospital following the birth of my first son, a hurried Eddie Calvo raced down the hallway to exit the hospital. As he glanced over his shoulder briefly and spotted me, he proceeded to walk away when he turned to look at me and my son again. Despite his obvious rush, he decided to turn around and come to see us. As a new mother enamored with my newborn son, I was pleased to see someone excited so see my son as Eddie Calvo congratulated me and told me what a blessing becoming a parent was.
Just a couple short weeks later, as I celebrated the new life in my family, I mourned the loss of another life having lost my father. Because my father was the brother of a well-known politician and a beloved priest, his hospital viewing upon his death was not limited to family members. Many agency heads and politicians came to pay respects to my father. There was no separation of parties. Democrat leaders offered me kind words and comfort. There was no separation of current politicians and former ones. Public figures who did not hold current office also came to pay respects. Around this time, Eddie Calvo also learned that we were barely scraping by living in a small apartment on one of his family's properties that was previously just small enough for two adults, not big enough for our growing family. He made an offer to help us find a larger room that we could afford. We didn't take this offer but it was nonetheless appreciated.
During this hard time, I spoke to several public figures who were only one of many people who crowded the church during my father's funeral. And with the exception of a certain politician's wife, none of the other figures left me with a sense of politicking. They were a comfort when I needed it most.
There was one particular former politician who wasn't there, just as he wasn't there when my grandmother, his cousin, passed away five years prior.
I realize I am one person. But it would be naive to assume that I am only one of a small few.
Evidenced here is a person who came from a fortunate family that did not have a start in fortune. Evidenced here is a person who was capable of helping those who did not have his fortune and a kind person who cared about someone other than himself.
Most importantly, evidenced here is a success story of a small business of one growing into successful business that has housed, clothed, fed and educated a wealth of further generations of this successful family.
From my perspective, Eddie Calvo is a prime example of what small business ventures can create.
27.10.10
90s candy - Volume 2
Here is the second installment of 90s Candy.
11. Lemonhead Candy - Evan Dando
The Lemonheads were a classic 90s pop alternative band that saw a wealth of associated acts as cameos in various Lemonhead lineups throughout the decade. And Evan was their eponymous leader from start to finish, the only part of the original lineup to still be a part of the act. A nicely rugged, faintly hippie face was not enough of a cover for eyes that looked like they were stolen from a starving, homeless dog hungry for affection. Not as well-known as most heartthrobs of the time but topped most of my lists.
12. Pretty Candy - Sebastian Bach
Skid Row made their first appearance in the late 80s but the 10 years they took up most of the 90s. Their leader, Sebastian Bach, set himself apart from the average heavy metal front man with a face that was strangely feminine and voice that was just as beautiful. Yet there was still no denying the masculinity of his bad-boy charm.
13. Gone too Soon Candy - River Phoenix
I often refer to River as the person who should have been the love of my life. This young man nailed every role he ever had in a litany of movies vastly different from each other. The emotional strength he brought to his roles seemed evident as a part of his actual personality. But those emotional strengths are easily turned around as emotional weaknesses in beautiful heart that was much too fragile for this world. Though most close to him and the legion of fans River still has could almost predict his death in 1993, it stunned people nonetheless. Here was the one actor of his generation who could have been bigger and greater than all the rest.
14. Crow Candy - Brandon Lee
Speaking of gone to soon, here's someone we lost before he really got the chance to show us how incredible he could have been. Though he did a handful of movies that didn't hit the mainstream and didn't get him noticed, it was cult classic The Crow that put him on the radar. Sadly, it was also the movie he was filming when he lost his life to a horrible accident, one that scarred those around him for years. Many props have to be given to the directors of The Crow for not only choosing the only man who could play Eric Draven, but continuing the movie in honor of his legacy and retaining Brandon as Draven, using footage they had gathered before his untimely death.
15. Alternative Candy 1 - Mike Patton
Faith No More OWNED alternative music in the 90s, along with acts like Porno for Pyros and Jane's Addiction, instead of the many years that followed where nearly every band that wasn't classic rock or hard rock was stuck with an "alternative" label where it didn't really fit. But Faith No More was the only band of the early 90s with a some sweet, sweet candy leading the pack.
16. Alternative Candy 2 - Gavin Rossdale
In the mid-90s, we were introduced to Bush and their gorgeous crooner, Gavin. This particular magazine cover graced my walls throughout my teen years and was responsible for many good dreams.
17. Grunge Candy - Chris Cornell
Few musical movements can define the 90s the way grunge has. Of all the bands to have come from the Seattle area and reach the mainstream, Soundgarden was one of the biggest to actually stick to the grunge formula, albeit in a harder, more power-chord driven way. And Chris was the hottest man to lead a group of grungy rockers.
18. Candy with a Message - Eddie Vedder
Also leading a band from the Seattle area, this was the least grungy of the groups though they eventually developed a sound a lot closer to the music that came from the grunge era. Eddie also set himself apart as the non-Seattle native to front a band from the area and characterized himself as a singer and songwriter with a message, drawing from the news to fuel their music and setting melody to social commentary. Obviously a personal favorite of mine, this is a crush that has not ended for me.
19. Character Candy - Jordan Catalano
Like Legolas many years later, this is an example of how a character can be totally dreamy while the actual actor isn't so much. Dumb, cute and totally oblivious, Jordan made alienated teenage girls all over the world blush.
20. Untamed Candy - Christian Slater
One of my first celebrity crushes of the late 80s and early 90s, Christian Slater had a wealth of movies with different roles that had girls drooling. After his 80s appearance as J.D., the destructive anarchist we all knew and loved years before we knew anything about Fight Club, Slater played a young mobster, a shy busboy with a baboon heart and wayward Clyde-like character in an ensemble cast that became a super cult classic.
11. Lemonhead Candy - Evan Dando
The Lemonheads were a classic 90s pop alternative band that saw a wealth of associated acts as cameos in various Lemonhead lineups throughout the decade. And Evan was their eponymous leader from start to finish, the only part of the original lineup to still be a part of the act. A nicely rugged, faintly hippie face was not enough of a cover for eyes that looked like they were stolen from a starving, homeless dog hungry for affection. Not as well-known as most heartthrobs of the time but topped most of my lists.
12. Pretty Candy - Sebastian Bach
Skid Row made their first appearance in the late 80s but the 10 years they took up most of the 90s. Their leader, Sebastian Bach, set himself apart from the average heavy metal front man with a face that was strangely feminine and voice that was just as beautiful. Yet there was still no denying the masculinity of his bad-boy charm.
13. Gone too Soon Candy - River Phoenix
I often refer to River as the person who should have been the love of my life. This young man nailed every role he ever had in a litany of movies vastly different from each other. The emotional strength he brought to his roles seemed evident as a part of his actual personality. But those emotional strengths are easily turned around as emotional weaknesses in beautiful heart that was much too fragile for this world. Though most close to him and the legion of fans River still has could almost predict his death in 1993, it stunned people nonetheless. Here was the one actor of his generation who could have been bigger and greater than all the rest.
14. Crow Candy - Brandon Lee
Speaking of gone to soon, here's someone we lost before he really got the chance to show us how incredible he could have been. Though he did a handful of movies that didn't hit the mainstream and didn't get him noticed, it was cult classic The Crow that put him on the radar. Sadly, it was also the movie he was filming when he lost his life to a horrible accident, one that scarred those around him for years. Many props have to be given to the directors of The Crow for not only choosing the only man who could play Eric Draven, but continuing the movie in honor of his legacy and retaining Brandon as Draven, using footage they had gathered before his untimely death.
15. Alternative Candy 1 - Mike Patton
Faith No More OWNED alternative music in the 90s, along with acts like Porno for Pyros and Jane's Addiction, instead of the many years that followed where nearly every band that wasn't classic rock or hard rock was stuck with an "alternative" label where it didn't really fit. But Faith No More was the only band of the early 90s with a some sweet, sweet candy leading the pack.
16. Alternative Candy 2 - Gavin Rossdale
In the mid-90s, we were introduced to Bush and their gorgeous crooner, Gavin. This particular magazine cover graced my walls throughout my teen years and was responsible for many good dreams.
17. Grunge Candy - Chris Cornell
Few musical movements can define the 90s the way grunge has. Of all the bands to have come from the Seattle area and reach the mainstream, Soundgarden was one of the biggest to actually stick to the grunge formula, albeit in a harder, more power-chord driven way. And Chris was the hottest man to lead a group of grungy rockers.
18. Candy with a Message - Eddie Vedder
Also leading a band from the Seattle area, this was the least grungy of the groups though they eventually developed a sound a lot closer to the music that came from the grunge era. Eddie also set himself apart as the non-Seattle native to front a band from the area and characterized himself as a singer and songwriter with a message, drawing from the news to fuel their music and setting melody to social commentary. Obviously a personal favorite of mine, this is a crush that has not ended for me.
19. Character Candy - Jordan Catalano
Like Legolas many years later, this is an example of how a character can be totally dreamy while the actual actor isn't so much. Dumb, cute and totally oblivious, Jordan made alienated teenage girls all over the world blush.
20. Untamed Candy - Christian Slater
One of my first celebrity crushes of the late 80s and early 90s, Christian Slater had a wealth of movies with different roles that had girls drooling. After his 80s appearance as J.D., the destructive anarchist we all knew and loved years before we knew anything about Fight Club, Slater played a young mobster, a shy busboy with a baboon heart and wayward Clyde-like character in an ensemble cast that became a super cult classic.
26.10.10
90s candy - Volume 1
I like a nice view, even if that's all it amounts to.
So a friend of mine posts a picture on FB on one of her favorite views. I commented and we shared a few comments about such views. So I decided to share pictures of my favorite views, also known as "Eye Candy".
A couple of my candy men aged me as a total 90s girl. Actually, all of it aged me since the more current heartthrobs on my list are older men. But that's different from having discovered some of the throwback candy in my teens over a decade ago. Other girls from the same era commented on that fact and we agreed that our eye candy was better back then. I mentioned my 90s eye candy list would be incredibly long and someone asked me to make that list.
I figured there's quite enough eye candy pictures in folders on my FB and this would be ridiculously long (did I mention that?). So I thought I'd do a simple list.
But what's the use of a list of eye candy without the actual candy?
So I've decided to break them down into different blog entries and show the pictures.
Warning: There will be no Leo on this list. I'm sorry. I just won't go there.
In no particular order, here are the first 10:
1. Jump Street Candy - Johnny Depp
Also known as "Cross Over Candy" as he's arguably better now and because 21 Jump Street started in the late 80s. But the 90s is when many of us first took notice of one of our biggest crushes ever. On the cover of THE best magazine of the 90s, no less.
2. Slacker Candy - Ethan Hawke
Reality Bites was THE Gen X movie. And on paper, Ben Stiller's character was clearly the better choice. Successful, open to having a relationship, not prone to emotional outbursts or thinly disguised apathy. But who in their right mind would choose Ben over Ethan? Here's the man who started us on our poor boyfriend choices. But he was damn nice to look at.
3. Dumb as Dirt Candy - Keanu Reeves
We all know it. Boy was this pretty boy completely clueless. Again, it's all about the eye candy. The man responsible for the legions of Keanus born in the 90s.
4. Cool James Candy - L.L. Cool J.
I once had to explain what the draw was to a 21st century generation girl. It's really simple. Lips. Ladies loved those lips. And my man knew it. His body wasn't half bad, either.
5. Camelot Candy - JFK Jr.
Oh my. Our very own Prince of America. There are no words. He defined it.
6. Legend Candy - Brad Pitt
No, no, no. Pitt is not a legend. Tristan was the legend. There were many movies in the 90s to explain why Brad Pitt topped most lists, despite how over him we are now. But Legends of the Fall was where it all came to a head. Also responsible for the Tristans born around this time.
7. Funky Bunch Candy - Marky Mark
Serious actor my ass. This was by far the most delicious Mark Wahlberg, even if you couldn't take him very seriously. Calvin Klein knew his stuff.
8. Dimples Candy - Antonio Sabato Jr.
Janet Jackson had all the hot guys in her videos in the 90s.
9. MTV Candy 1 - Simon Rex
I almost hate to put this here since he's the king of douches, now. But back then we didn't see it coming. Anyone who watched Felicity religiously back in the day is aware of his small role in the series. His really, really hot, small role. That curly-headed freak was insane to not want to pursue the cute, brooding artsy guy. They are more than just a phase, you know.
10. MTV Candy 2 - Dan Cortese
Sure he looked silly with the damn bandanna. But underneath that was a nice face and a nicer body. Both MTV Candy made an appearance on What I Like About You as Jennie Garth's flames. Lucky bitch.
So a friend of mine posts a picture on FB on one of her favorite views. I commented and we shared a few comments about such views. So I decided to share pictures of my favorite views, also known as "Eye Candy".
A couple of my candy men aged me as a total 90s girl. Actually, all of it aged me since the more current heartthrobs on my list are older men. But that's different from having discovered some of the throwback candy in my teens over a decade ago. Other girls from the same era commented on that fact and we agreed that our eye candy was better back then. I mentioned my 90s eye candy list would be incredibly long and someone asked me to make that list.
I figured there's quite enough eye candy pictures in folders on my FB and this would be ridiculously long (did I mention that?). So I thought I'd do a simple list.
But what's the use of a list of eye candy without the actual candy?
So I've decided to break them down into different blog entries and show the pictures.
Warning: There will be no Leo on this list. I'm sorry. I just won't go there.
In no particular order, here are the first 10:
1. Jump Street Candy - Johnny Depp
Also known as "Cross Over Candy" as he's arguably better now and because 21 Jump Street started in the late 80s. But the 90s is when many of us first took notice of one of our biggest crushes ever. On the cover of THE best magazine of the 90s, no less.
2. Slacker Candy - Ethan Hawke
Reality Bites was THE Gen X movie. And on paper, Ben Stiller's character was clearly the better choice. Successful, open to having a relationship, not prone to emotional outbursts or thinly disguised apathy. But who in their right mind would choose Ben over Ethan? Here's the man who started us on our poor boyfriend choices. But he was damn nice to look at.
3. Dumb as Dirt Candy - Keanu Reeves
We all know it. Boy was this pretty boy completely clueless. Again, it's all about the eye candy. The man responsible for the legions of Keanus born in the 90s.
4. Cool James Candy - L.L. Cool J.
I once had to explain what the draw was to a 21st century generation girl. It's really simple. Lips. Ladies loved those lips. And my man knew it. His body wasn't half bad, either.
5. Camelot Candy - JFK Jr.
Oh my. Our very own Prince of America. There are no words. He defined it.
6. Legend Candy - Brad Pitt
No, no, no. Pitt is not a legend. Tristan was the legend. There were many movies in the 90s to explain why Brad Pitt topped most lists, despite how over him we are now. But Legends of the Fall was where it all came to a head. Also responsible for the Tristans born around this time.
7. Funky Bunch Candy - Marky Mark
Serious actor my ass. This was by far the most delicious Mark Wahlberg, even if you couldn't take him very seriously. Calvin Klein knew his stuff.
8. Dimples Candy - Antonio Sabato Jr.
Janet Jackson had all the hot guys in her videos in the 90s.
9. MTV Candy 1 - Simon Rex
I almost hate to put this here since he's the king of douches, now. But back then we didn't see it coming. Anyone who watched Felicity religiously back in the day is aware of his small role in the series. His really, really hot, small role. That curly-headed freak was insane to not want to pursue the cute, brooding artsy guy. They are more than just a phase, you know.
10. MTV Candy 2 - Dan Cortese
Sure he looked silly with the damn bandanna. But underneath that was a nice face and a nicer body. Both MTV Candy made an appearance on What I Like About You as Jennie Garth's flames. Lucky bitch.
23.8.10
my voting point system
Election time is upon us, thus some pretty important decisions need to be made.
Once upon a time, I was among the non-voting adult public. I don’t buy into this crap about, “If you don’t vote, you can’t complain.” Really, guys. Do you just regurgitate these tired quotes without thought? How about you stop to think about it for the minute and give some non-voters the benefit of the doubt, understand that they might vehemently dislike every single candidate available and disapprove of any of them in a position of power and that some people believe that the lesser of two evils is still, in fact, evil.
But a few years ago, the ballots listed two candidates who topped my list of people who shouldn’t even be walking among us, let alone leading us. So I was compelled to do what other people have been telling me to do since I turned 18. I went with the lesser of evils route. I voted to help whomever their opposition was. For the first time in my life, I actually stayed up to watch the polls. Thankfully, neither made it and I felt vindicated.
And then I was summoned for district court jury duty the next year which really made me regret my decision to register to vote. (Note: If you are thinking that they don’t choose from a pool of registered voters, educate yourself about the differences between District and Superior Court.)
Now I’m left to wonder whether I should vote this year or not. Once again, I don’t fully believe in the qualifications of most candidates. So how do I determine how to cast my vote? I care, but not as much as some people do. And the fact of the matter is that a lot of people who do care are operating under dubious criteria and sketchy opinions, these WTF voters and votes that have me wondering if these people are paying attention and how easily people the most vehement opposition and supporters are swayed.
So screw it. I devised a point system. Admittedly, some of these don’t make much sense. Some are pretty trivial and only placed there for humor despite the fact that I am still absolutely using such points to determine my vote. You’ll notice a lot more negatives than positives but that tends to be my relationship with politics: It’s significantly easier to turn me off than turn me on.
So here it is:
+10 - Perceived genuine kindness:
Kindness is not a factor alone. I’m not a voter who makes her decisions based on who’s nice and who’s related to me. What matters is that your kindness is genuine or, at least, seems genuine. Don’t politic around shaking my hand and kissing my cheek. Isn't it already a long-running joke/game to see how many politicians show up at a celebration or memorial?
+ 5 – The sympathy vote:
My heart cries a bit whenever I see just one person out there waving without any supporters or loved ones to accompany him or her. Well, maybe not “cry”. It…sighs. I’m not that much of a bleeding heart.
+25 – Be nice to my kids:
Unlike the first point, this applies mostly to rookie politicians, neither incumbents or politicians who’ve served prior terms can really be part of this. A personal experience to illustrate: At a child’s birthday party, my son was in the pool with another boy and that boy’s father. This father not only entertained his own son but included my boy in their games. I appreciate that. It’s the other side of the above point. This is also about someone’s genuine nature. At any rate, it seems that a lot of people vote for friends and family, whether they have thought about their ability to serve or not, among half a dozen other bogus reasons. So this one is mine.
-5 – Usage of vuvuzelas.
That’s it. Don’t use them.
-20 – Was I talking to you?:
I once ran into a friend who had just been hired to work for a new senator. I stopped to make some pleasant conversation and asked my friend how things were going. In any other situation, my friend would have given a generic response as a general idea of how life is and the only person responding would be my friend since that was who I was talking to. But boss lady steps in and starts talking about her seat in office. I don’t care. And if I did, I’d address you directly. Every conversation is not a chance to campaign. In fact, it’s often a good way to lose my interest.
-40 – Members of club fed and their affiliates:
So what’s up with the “haves” stealing money from their own island,? We already don’t have money to take care of our basic necessities and now you want to steal more from us? Well, I guess when you can afford private schools, healthcare and you own property, you don’t really care about the rest of us. Speaking of which, if you can afford all these things, why the hell are you stealing money from us in the first place? Nice car, by the way.
+ 15 -The next generation:
I’m getting tired of the same faces screwing us over. We need some young blood in there.
-20 – Copyright infringement:
Stop doing this people! You didn’t get permission from the artists to use their songs in your campaign. So don’t use it.
+15 – That’s a catchy little diddy.
So if you can’t use copyrighted material, create your own. And make it good. Might I point out that not since the 90s when Rufo Lujan was running have I heard a jingle that really got me bopping along with a smile on my face. Go there. Make me sing.
-30 – Common fricking sense:
I mentioned this before on my FB: Don’t talk about someone’s kids, don’t talk about someone’s mama and don’t mention people on their deathbeds. Just don’t go there.
(Note: At the end of this entry you'll notice I say something about a candidate's child. That was a personal experience and I have every right to be pissed off at someone threatening my family (yeah, it actually happened). And guess what. I’m not the one running for office. I’m not held to the same standards. That’s common sense, too.)
-10 - Who???
If I don’t know who the hell you are and cannot figure out why you’re running based on your resume, how am I going to know why you deserve to be in office?
-30 – “So basically…”
This is a high deduction because it’s a significant error that speakers often make. As a frequent error, it ranks somewhere below “your/you’re” and “its/it’s” confusion. But also, as a frequent error, it is something that fluent English speakers should know about. There is absolutely no reason to ever use the word “basically”. Whatever you are saying, you can drop it and the sentence will still make perfect sense. When you use that word, you basically sound stupid.
-30 – “Democracy”
America is not a democracy. Guam is not a democracy. Anyone serving under either flag should know that. As a politician, there is no reason to perpetuate this misconception. You should know better. So cut it out. If you are referring to the democratic process of citizens voting for their representatives, well, there’s a word for that. You’ll find it in the Pledge of Allegiance. And to the “what” for which it stands? That’s right. A republic.
-15 - Stick to what you know
If I do know who you are and what your background is, I expect this background to have something to do with your qualifications as a representative of our island. Don’t come out of left field, citing your platform when it has nothing to do with your expertise because then I’m left with wondering exactly who you are and what you’re talking about. It’s even more off-putting when you talk about this platform and it is clear that you don’t really have experience in it. And understand that an observation is not experience.
-10 – Not politically correct
I know, the rules change rather often and sometimes being PC goes a little too far. It often seems like no matter what word you use, you’re going to end up offending someone. But at the same time, there are certain PC terms and ideas that you really should know. They are spoken about often enough. Not knowing them means you don’t really pay attention and if you don’t pay attention then who’s to say you’re capable of paying attention to what this island needs. If you can’t be bothered to look these things up, yourself, then have your team do the work for you. Until then, Oriental refers to objects, people are Asian. And “handicapped”? Really? Why don’t you just call them “cripples”?
+/-10 - Every single act that you have made in office or in the public eye, dependent on whether I agree with said act or not
Self explanatory.
+15 - Variation
For those duos running for our highest seats, I prefer a team where the members are not similar types of people with similar backgrounds. There should be a clear distinction, even with common goals. This comes across as a team that brings more than a few strengths to the table and has more to work with.
+ 50 - Archbishop's League of Evil Ushers
Anyone the Apuron says not to vote for gets an added 50 points. I'd make it 100 but it would really throw things off. I resent being told who to vote for considering you're sitting on your free ride in a position that our grand constitution has given you the right to not be affected by half of the laws that govern the rest of us. It's called Separation of Church and State. Or do you only care about that when it benefits you? Jackass.
Full negation of positive points – Rotten fruit:
This means you are automatically below all candidates and not remotely a consideration. If you’ve failed in your first job as a leader -- that is, in leading your children -- why should I trust in your ability to lead a significantly larger population? If you've raised a child stupid enough to burn your own bridges by threatening to kill my husband, knowing this could cast you in a negative light, well, that's beyond disgusting. That's just stupid. You and your family deserve a lot of things. But none of them are positive. And none of them include my vote.
*******
That seems to be it for now. I’ll probably add more as we near election time.
Up next: The list of candidates and their points thus far which, in most cases, is still also subject to change.
11.8.10
there goes my baby
Yesterday, I woke up earlier than I had in the past five years. It was so early for me that there were many days in those years that I was barely getting to sleep at that time. But that was not too hard.
Yesterday, in addition to getting myself ready for the day, I had to awaken, clean, dress and feed two other people and make sure they had everything they needed. I had to cook immediately upon waking up, springing into action, instead of taking a good hour to adjust to being awake as I had been able to before. That wasn't the hard part either.
Yesterday, I had to brave the early morning traffic, having not driven at that time of day in several years, forgetting what it had been like and knowing that there were more obstacles to contend with, making any recollection of traffic almost moot. I made great time, actually, and was able to beat the traffic, making my morning rather smooth despite being pretty tired. So that wasn't hard.
Yesterday, I walked through the gates of my old elementary school, my 5-year-old with his Iron Man bag strapped to his back walking next to me, my 3-year-old tagging along, holding my hand, my other hand holding a large plastic bag filled with the required extra supplies for the classroom, as we lugged ourselves and our baggage up the stairs to my son's kindergarten classroom for the first time. I brought him over to a bench where two of his classmates were already patiently waiting for their teacher. These two classmates were already somewhat acquainted with my son: one as a weekly playmate and the other as the son of a good friend of mine. My son spied another one of his classmates not adapting to this big change very well, crying profusely as their teacher tried to calm her down. I looked down at my boy who was, by then, rubbing his eyes, a sign that he was nervous. I knelt down in front of him and told him he was going to have a great day, that everything was okay, that he was a big boy and I was proud of him. I put on my happiest smile and encouraged him. As I looked closer, I saw his face start to break, a pout, a quivering lip and my extremely brave son trying very hard not to cry. When the teacher asked them to stand in line, my son would not move. I gently encouraged him to stand in line, grabbed his extra bag - and his classmate's extra bag - gestured to my 3-year-old who was busying himself with the jungle-gym outside the classroom and followed them in, despite a request made by the teacher the previous week that we let the teacher handle the nervous kids on their own while the parents left, trusting her to take care of all of our children who were complete strangers to both her and each other. By this time there was another child getting really upset. I sat my son down, gave him a few more words of encouragement. I didn't hug him or kiss him, feeling it would embarrass him even more. I whispered, "I love you." told him I had to leave and he nodded, understanding that despite his fear, this was something he had to do, that we had talked about for at least a year in preparation. I walked out with my youngest son who was, by now, crying because he wanted to stay. (And it was only then that I noticed my 3-year-old had been wearing two different shoes). We got in our car, drove the less than a minute drive home, walked into our house and started our day.
Well, we started our day after I closed the door and broke down, crying profusely, missing my first baby; wondering what I was supposed to do with one less child in the house; trying to get over the fact that this little boy had been by my side constantly for the past five years and now I had to let him go; remembering the fear in his eyes, the strength it took for him to hold it together as much as he could; the guilt of abandoning him when I was supposed to be the person who protected him, the person he trusted the most and feeling like a part of my heart was completely missing.
That was the hard part. That was, quite literally, the hardest thing I had ever had to do in my life.
Yesterday, in addition to getting myself ready for the day, I had to awaken, clean, dress and feed two other people and make sure they had everything they needed. I had to cook immediately upon waking up, springing into action, instead of taking a good hour to adjust to being awake as I had been able to before. That wasn't the hard part either.
Yesterday, I had to brave the early morning traffic, having not driven at that time of day in several years, forgetting what it had been like and knowing that there were more obstacles to contend with, making any recollection of traffic almost moot. I made great time, actually, and was able to beat the traffic, making my morning rather smooth despite being pretty tired. So that wasn't hard.
Yesterday, I walked through the gates of my old elementary school, my 5-year-old with his Iron Man bag strapped to his back walking next to me, my 3-year-old tagging along, holding my hand, my other hand holding a large plastic bag filled with the required extra supplies for the classroom, as we lugged ourselves and our baggage up the stairs to my son's kindergarten classroom for the first time. I brought him over to a bench where two of his classmates were already patiently waiting for their teacher. These two classmates were already somewhat acquainted with my son: one as a weekly playmate and the other as the son of a good friend of mine. My son spied another one of his classmates not adapting to this big change very well, crying profusely as their teacher tried to calm her down. I looked down at my boy who was, by then, rubbing his eyes, a sign that he was nervous. I knelt down in front of him and told him he was going to have a great day, that everything was okay, that he was a big boy and I was proud of him. I put on my happiest smile and encouraged him. As I looked closer, I saw his face start to break, a pout, a quivering lip and my extremely brave son trying very hard not to cry. When the teacher asked them to stand in line, my son would not move. I gently encouraged him to stand in line, grabbed his extra bag - and his classmate's extra bag - gestured to my 3-year-old who was busying himself with the jungle-gym outside the classroom and followed them in, despite a request made by the teacher the previous week that we let the teacher handle the nervous kids on their own while the parents left, trusting her to take care of all of our children who were complete strangers to both her and each other. By this time there was another child getting really upset. I sat my son down, gave him a few more words of encouragement. I didn't hug him or kiss him, feeling it would embarrass him even more. I whispered, "I love you." told him I had to leave and he nodded, understanding that despite his fear, this was something he had to do, that we had talked about for at least a year in preparation. I walked out with my youngest son who was, by now, crying because he wanted to stay. (And it was only then that I noticed my 3-year-old had been wearing two different shoes). We got in our car, drove the less than a minute drive home, walked into our house and started our day.
Well, we started our day after I closed the door and broke down, crying profusely, missing my first baby; wondering what I was supposed to do with one less child in the house; trying to get over the fact that this little boy had been by my side constantly for the past five years and now I had to let him go; remembering the fear in his eyes, the strength it took for him to hold it together as much as he could; the guilt of abandoning him when I was supposed to be the person who protected him, the person he trusted the most and feeling like a part of my heart was completely missing.
That was the hard part. That was, quite literally, the hardest thing I had ever had to do in my life.
While I can't say my life has been particularly difficult, I am still not above recognizing the slight humor in having such a hard time letting go for seven measly hours a day. I labored through sixteen hours of regular contractions for this child, even longer for my other one. I had managed to squeeze two human beings out of my body, sat through their shots and cried along with them, cried even more every time they were sick and endured countless sleepless nights worrying about them. Even though I had to let my son go in the morning, he'd be returning to me just a few hours later. We'd still have ample time to spend together, doing the things we used to have all day to do. No big deal. Millions of people do this every day, right?
None of that mattered. All I knew is that one day I was holding this helpless, newborn baby in my arms, his eyes wide and searching this bright, open space he'd just entered. Then I blinked and all of a sudden, my son was walking, talking, potty-trained, knew how to write his name, was a master at many video games and had an appetite for learning new things -- especially about dinosaurs and a bunch of other animals, each one more exotic than the one before it. And as he grew, he was growing right out of my arms.
The same fears that choke many parents in my position and the many more parents who've come before were clouding my mind with questions: Would he make friends? Would he be terrified and alone? Would the other kids be mean to him? Had I prepared him enough for school? Had I prepared him too much? What if they lost him? What if he got hurt?
More, though I had thought about it and tried to prepare myself for this big change, I realized I hadn't really anticipated how empty and quiet the house felt without him. My youngest son was still there and he's my little devil, the high-maintenance one, the one I always have to keep an eye on. I figured my days would still be busy chasing after him, stopping him from doing something he knows he's not supposed to do and having more time to be one step ahead of him. But he wasn't that difficult to deal with. The house did not get as dirty as it used to despite the fact that the child making most of the mess was the one who was still home. He was on his best behavior. It doesn't escape me that, perhaps, he was behaving so well because he was feeling lost and alone without his big brother, too.
That day was a busy one and I was distracted from feeling the anguish of being separated from my baby, even though I still thought about him every second that day. Before I knew it, it was time to pick him up from school. I walked through the gates again, this time with excitement, saw my little boy sitting among the other kids waiting to be let go for the day, smiled at the look on his face when he saw me there and knew he was just as happy to see me as I was to see him.
Much as I anticipated, Kane had mixed reactions to his first day of school. Because of his shyness, it was hard to get him to talk about what he did that day. But there were still little signs here and there that betrayed him and told me how much he enjoyed himself. When we went back into the classroom to look for the lunchbox he left behind, he ran around his classroom in excitement, retrieving playthings he'd been introduced to that day and I knew this was his quiet way of showing off. Later, I managed to squeeze more information out of him. He had fun, he learned new things and he figured, on his own, that school was not as scary as he initially thought it was.
That day I received more confirmation that he'd be okay when his teacher told me that she was surprised he wasn't in preschool before, as he knew a lot of stuff. She told me that he only needs to work on not talking out of turn and sitting still. Naturally, as an experienced teacher, she knows these are developed skills. And I understood these were low-grade critiques as he was "on green", the highest section of the class behavioral chart. But the only thing I could focus on when she told me how he did that day was the fact that my extremely shy little boy likes to talk out of turn. You mean, he talked?
So that was our first day at kindergarten. I saw "we" because I hope he carried me with him, not as a person to miss; not as the mommy who left him with strangers; not as the person responsible for this whole ordeal. I hope he carried me as the person who started him on a his educational path, years before he started school; as the person who loves him enough to let him go; as the person who he'd always come back to at the end of every day. I know I carried him with me. I missed him desperately at the small unveiling party Drew and I attended later that day, even though I knew he would not have wanted to go and would have been bored and too shy to interact the way his social butterfly of a little brother was. I stared at a TV that no one had to fight over, a video game console that had not been turned on at all that day. I fed one child, put one child down for a nap, took care of the needs of only one child after three years of caring for two.
Even while I hoped he wouldn't miss us too much and that he was having enough fun to not think about us too much after that difficult and scary first step, all I could think about was how much I missed him. I thought about how much I would miss him, almost every day for the next thirteen years and how much I hope it prepares me for missing him for the rest of my life when he becomes the man he was born to be.
In closing, I want to address my big boy:
Kane, you will never truly understand what you mean to me and who you are in this family. But I hope to show you every day how fortunate I feel to have been blessed with such a wonderful son. I searched for the right fit all my life and realized the day you were placed on my chest that you were the reason I existed. With you and your brother, my world was complete and no void could ever exist that you could not fill. I am so proud of you and cannot believe that I created you, molded you and taught you to be the wonderful child you have become, even as you learned and developed many things that had little to do with me and more to do with what an amazing person you are. Never forget that I am always here for you, that "mommy" is simply another word for "home" and no matter where you are, you will never truly be lost or alone.
I love you,
Mommy
More, though I had thought about it and tried to prepare myself for this big change, I realized I hadn't really anticipated how empty and quiet the house felt without him. My youngest son was still there and he's my little devil, the high-maintenance one, the one I always have to keep an eye on. I figured my days would still be busy chasing after him, stopping him from doing something he knows he's not supposed to do and having more time to be one step ahead of him. But he wasn't that difficult to deal with. The house did not get as dirty as it used to despite the fact that the child making most of the mess was the one who was still home. He was on his best behavior. It doesn't escape me that, perhaps, he was behaving so well because he was feeling lost and alone without his big brother, too.
That day was a busy one and I was distracted from feeling the anguish of being separated from my baby, even though I still thought about him every second that day. Before I knew it, it was time to pick him up from school. I walked through the gates again, this time with excitement, saw my little boy sitting among the other kids waiting to be let go for the day, smiled at the look on his face when he saw me there and knew he was just as happy to see me as I was to see him.
Much as I anticipated, Kane had mixed reactions to his first day of school. Because of his shyness, it was hard to get him to talk about what he did that day. But there were still little signs here and there that betrayed him and told me how much he enjoyed himself. When we went back into the classroom to look for the lunchbox he left behind, he ran around his classroom in excitement, retrieving playthings he'd been introduced to that day and I knew this was his quiet way of showing off. Later, I managed to squeeze more information out of him. He had fun, he learned new things and he figured, on his own, that school was not as scary as he initially thought it was.
That day I received more confirmation that he'd be okay when his teacher told me that she was surprised he wasn't in preschool before, as he knew a lot of stuff. She told me that he only needs to work on not talking out of turn and sitting still. Naturally, as an experienced teacher, she knows these are developed skills. And I understood these were low-grade critiques as he was "on green", the highest section of the class behavioral chart. But the only thing I could focus on when she told me how he did that day was the fact that my extremely shy little boy likes to talk out of turn. You mean, he talked?
So that was our first day at kindergarten. I saw "we" because I hope he carried me with him, not as a person to miss; not as the mommy who left him with strangers; not as the person responsible for this whole ordeal. I hope he carried me as the person who started him on a his educational path, years before he started school; as the person who loves him enough to let him go; as the person who he'd always come back to at the end of every day. I know I carried him with me. I missed him desperately at the small unveiling party Drew and I attended later that day, even though I knew he would not have wanted to go and would have been bored and too shy to interact the way his social butterfly of a little brother was. I stared at a TV that no one had to fight over, a video game console that had not been turned on at all that day. I fed one child, put one child down for a nap, took care of the needs of only one child after three years of caring for two.
Even while I hoped he wouldn't miss us too much and that he was having enough fun to not think about us too much after that difficult and scary first step, all I could think about was how much I missed him. I thought about how much I would miss him, almost every day for the next thirteen years and how much I hope it prepares me for missing him for the rest of my life when he becomes the man he was born to be.
In closing, I want to address my big boy:
Kane, you will never truly understand what you mean to me and who you are in this family. But I hope to show you every day how fortunate I feel to have been blessed with such a wonderful son. I searched for the right fit all my life and realized the day you were placed on my chest that you were the reason I existed. With you and your brother, my world was complete and no void could ever exist that you could not fill. I am so proud of you and cannot believe that I created you, molded you and taught you to be the wonderful child you have become, even as you learned and developed many things that had little to do with me and more to do with what an amazing person you are. Never forget that I am always here for you, that "mommy" is simply another word for "home" and no matter where you are, you will never truly be lost or alone.
I love you,
Mommy
28.7.10
how we did it: potty training
That is, we didn't.
Let me explain.
As my first son neared his second birthday, I was aware that this was the time many toddlers started potty training. I knew that, as a boy, he'd probably learn later than most girls do. But I also knew that there was another baby on his way: I was near the end of my pregnancy with my second son. And from all that I had read, this was not the time to begin potty training an older child. We were advised to keep big changes separate if we could. There was no stopping the baby who was on his way. I couldn't ask him to hang out a bit so I could potty train his big brother and allow him to deal with that, first. So potty training was put on hold for a bit.
When we knew we were over the new baby transition, we did all the things we were told to do by the experts, by doctors and magazine articles and parenting books. We were a step ahead of many people as, by this time, my usually advanced toddler was fully conversational. He could understand all the things we were saying and could talk back. He had his own potty chair, he knew what it was for, we asked him often if he was ready to use it whenever he looked like he was doing his business in his diaper. He accompanied us to the bathroom to see what he was supposed to do in the potty. He expressed interest in using the potty. But he also expressed, very clearly, that he was not ready to use it just yet.
The months dragged on and he was turning three. And then more months followed and when he was half-way to four, he still wasn't showing readiness.
This didn't sit well with some people. Some adults, whether they were part of our family or not, whether they had recent experience with children or were a good thirty years past their baby-raising years, whether they even had kids or not, insisted that he was way too old to be wearing diapers, either the traditional kind or pull-ups. Some parents said pull-ups were a waste of time. I got advice from all directions and some of that advice was not much appreciated. At one point, I was given a book written by a woman who had no experience with child-care beyond having trained her one child much earlier than most children in America are potty-trained and she did it boot-camp style.
And none of this advice sat well with me. I'm not the parent who takes all advice and tries anything people tell me to do. I'm the parent who seriously considers what others tell me, thinks about it logically and tries to reason about what makes more sense.
I concluded that I didn't want to go the naked route, effectively increasing my already over-loaded schedule with more cleaning than I was willing to do while also taking care of my new baby. I decided that taking my toddler to the bathroom every five minutes, ten minutes, half hour, hour, etc. was not going to work. I knew I'd never remember to take him to the potty regularly. I knew I didn't want to deny him basic necessities like breakfast until he used the potty in the morning. I didn't have that kind of patience. I didn't have that kind of time. And honestly, I just didn't want to deal with it.
I also seriously asked myself what the benefits were to force him into something he was clearly not ready for. Would getting him out of the diaper and into big boy underwear accomplish anything aside from shutting up the critics? Should I really be bothered or embarrassed that my son was almost four-years-old and not potty-trained yet? I don't embarrass easily. I don't give credit where I don't feel it's deserved. And I generally don't care what people say or think. Combined with all the expert advice that told me that I was making the right decision, I did what his doctors told me to do: Let him decide.
He was four-years-old and still in pull-ups. One day, while changing his diaper, he started jumping around saying that he needed to pee and I needed to hurry up and put his diaper on. I encouraged him to use the potty and, realizing that his pee was coming and he could not stop it, he ran to his potty and found that he was still too nervous. I had him stay naked for a while at that time because I saw this as a sign that he was, at least, partially ready. Sure enough, just a few minutes later, he decided to use the potty. I cried, I picked him up, I told him how proud I was, I made a very big deal out of this new celebration and called his father at work to share the good news. He was a little embarrassed by all of this. But I could also see that glimmer in his large round eyes that he was also pleased with himself.
After that we had him pick out his big-boy underwear and when he finally tried them on, he didn't really like it. But I went right in with the soft encouragement I was advised to use by the experts. And slowly but surely, he became more comfortable with his new underwear.
I looked at this experience with pleasure, realizing that I don't have stories to tell about all the accidents he's had while awake (he's only had two accidents since). People are surprised when I tell them that after only a couple months of wiping him after he used the potty, he became rather proficient at butt-wiping. Not a single skid-mark on his underwear since he's been wearing them. There was no transition from a baby potty to the toilet we all used. He also decided that on his own. He learned quickly how to stand up when peeing like a "big boy" and how to control his stream.
And I did practically nothing. I did what his doctor told me to do and let him potty train himself. It was later than most but that didn't bother me at all. Critics don't know me. They don't know my son. They rarely know norms or statistics in the first place.
I also realized something else. In allowing him to do this on his own, the accomplishment was all his. I had nothing to be proud of, myself. The only thing I did was listen to my son and let him tell me what he wanted, what he was comfortable with. This big milestone was his milestone, alone.
And now that we're over that hump, we have another three-year-old who is still in his diapers. I don't have a baby to take care of but having to take care of two "big boys" is not any easier than taking care of a toddler and an infant.
My youngest boy is still not ready. And just like I did with his brother before him, I will wait until he tells me he's ready. My couch will not be covered in urine. I won't find puddles that were made without my knowledge, or worse, much more smelly messes. I won't have to deal with digression when I push a child further than he is willing to go. Each step we take will move us forward. And my day will carry on as it always does with messes that are made quicker than I am able to clean up, laundry that never ends, little mouths to feed, hearing my name called every ten minutes, drawing my attention to an owie, a fight, something broken or dirty or a bigger catastrophe. And only when he tells me it's time will I finally be able to clear our shelf of stacked diapers and baby wipes.
When asked by other moms who are dealing with what route to go regarding potty-training, my only advice is this: Listen to your gut. My experiences may not be the same as others, even if they do the same thing. If you'd rather take the routes I chose not to, that's perfectly fine. Only you know your child. You are the one who will have to deal with what comes with potty-training so let this be your decision. Trust your instincts. Pay attention to your child. Don't sweat the small stuff. And remember that no matter what you decide, you and your child will be fine.
Let me explain.
As my first son neared his second birthday, I was aware that this was the time many toddlers started potty training. I knew that, as a boy, he'd probably learn later than most girls do. But I also knew that there was another baby on his way: I was near the end of my pregnancy with my second son. And from all that I had read, this was not the time to begin potty training an older child. We were advised to keep big changes separate if we could. There was no stopping the baby who was on his way. I couldn't ask him to hang out a bit so I could potty train his big brother and allow him to deal with that, first. So potty training was put on hold for a bit.
When we knew we were over the new baby transition, we did all the things we were told to do by the experts, by doctors and magazine articles and parenting books. We were a step ahead of many people as, by this time, my usually advanced toddler was fully conversational. He could understand all the things we were saying and could talk back. He had his own potty chair, he knew what it was for, we asked him often if he was ready to use it whenever he looked like he was doing his business in his diaper. He accompanied us to the bathroom to see what he was supposed to do in the potty. He expressed interest in using the potty. But he also expressed, very clearly, that he was not ready to use it just yet.
The months dragged on and he was turning three. And then more months followed and when he was half-way to four, he still wasn't showing readiness.
This didn't sit well with some people. Some adults, whether they were part of our family or not, whether they had recent experience with children or were a good thirty years past their baby-raising years, whether they even had kids or not, insisted that he was way too old to be wearing diapers, either the traditional kind or pull-ups. Some parents said pull-ups were a waste of time. I got advice from all directions and some of that advice was not much appreciated. At one point, I was given a book written by a woman who had no experience with child-care beyond having trained her one child much earlier than most children in America are potty-trained and she did it boot-camp style.
And none of this advice sat well with me. I'm not the parent who takes all advice and tries anything people tell me to do. I'm the parent who seriously considers what others tell me, thinks about it logically and tries to reason about what makes more sense.
I concluded that I didn't want to go the naked route, effectively increasing my already over-loaded schedule with more cleaning than I was willing to do while also taking care of my new baby. I decided that taking my toddler to the bathroom every five minutes, ten minutes, half hour, hour, etc. was not going to work. I knew I'd never remember to take him to the potty regularly. I knew I didn't want to deny him basic necessities like breakfast until he used the potty in the morning. I didn't have that kind of patience. I didn't have that kind of time. And honestly, I just didn't want to deal with it.
I also seriously asked myself what the benefits were to force him into something he was clearly not ready for. Would getting him out of the diaper and into big boy underwear accomplish anything aside from shutting up the critics? Should I really be bothered or embarrassed that my son was almost four-years-old and not potty-trained yet? I don't embarrass easily. I don't give credit where I don't feel it's deserved. And I generally don't care what people say or think. Combined with all the expert advice that told me that I was making the right decision, I did what his doctors told me to do: Let him decide.
He was four-years-old and still in pull-ups. One day, while changing his diaper, he started jumping around saying that he needed to pee and I needed to hurry up and put his diaper on. I encouraged him to use the potty and, realizing that his pee was coming and he could not stop it, he ran to his potty and found that he was still too nervous. I had him stay naked for a while at that time because I saw this as a sign that he was, at least, partially ready. Sure enough, just a few minutes later, he decided to use the potty. I cried, I picked him up, I told him how proud I was, I made a very big deal out of this new celebration and called his father at work to share the good news. He was a little embarrassed by all of this. But I could also see that glimmer in his large round eyes that he was also pleased with himself.
After that we had him pick out his big-boy underwear and when he finally tried them on, he didn't really like it. But I went right in with the soft encouragement I was advised to use by the experts. And slowly but surely, he became more comfortable with his new underwear.
I looked at this experience with pleasure, realizing that I don't have stories to tell about all the accidents he's had while awake (he's only had two accidents since). People are surprised when I tell them that after only a couple months of wiping him after he used the potty, he became rather proficient at butt-wiping. Not a single skid-mark on his underwear since he's been wearing them. There was no transition from a baby potty to the toilet we all used. He also decided that on his own. He learned quickly how to stand up when peeing like a "big boy" and how to control his stream.
And I did practically nothing. I did what his doctor told me to do and let him potty train himself. It was later than most but that didn't bother me at all. Critics don't know me. They don't know my son. They rarely know norms or statistics in the first place.
I also realized something else. In allowing him to do this on his own, the accomplishment was all his. I had nothing to be proud of, myself. The only thing I did was listen to my son and let him tell me what he wanted, what he was comfortable with. This big milestone was his milestone, alone.
And now that we're over that hump, we have another three-year-old who is still in his diapers. I don't have a baby to take care of but having to take care of two "big boys" is not any easier than taking care of a toddler and an infant.
My youngest boy is still not ready. And just like I did with his brother before him, I will wait until he tells me he's ready. My couch will not be covered in urine. I won't find puddles that were made without my knowledge, or worse, much more smelly messes. I won't have to deal with digression when I push a child further than he is willing to go. Each step we take will move us forward. And my day will carry on as it always does with messes that are made quicker than I am able to clean up, laundry that never ends, little mouths to feed, hearing my name called every ten minutes, drawing my attention to an owie, a fight, something broken or dirty or a bigger catastrophe. And only when he tells me it's time will I finally be able to clear our shelf of stacked diapers and baby wipes.
When asked by other moms who are dealing with what route to go regarding potty-training, my only advice is this: Listen to your gut. My experiences may not be the same as others, even if they do the same thing. If you'd rather take the routes I chose not to, that's perfectly fine. Only you know your child. You are the one who will have to deal with what comes with potty-training so let this be your decision. Trust your instincts. Pay attention to your child. Don't sweat the small stuff. And remember that no matter what you decide, you and your child will be fine.
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