June 29, 2012 at 12:45 am (The Serious Stuff, Uncategorized)

I hope my children understand that we tried to raise them to be able to be successful in the world, that we were not making mini versions of ourselves or what we wish we could have been – we wanted – and still want – them to be themselves.

As holders of worthless degrees myself, degrees people insisted we MUST get, I get this blog. Truly. As a former teacher and nanny of children helicopter parented near to death, I get this.

I only hope the author can see the value in herself, for herself – not as an extension of anything. I hope my kids see that too.

I’m proud of them for who they are.

The Phoenix and Olive Branch

Dear Baby Boomers and Generation X,

Quit telling us we’re not special.

Believe us, we bloody well know.

Earlier this month, Wellesley high school teacher David McCullough, Jr., delivered what was perhaps the world’s first commencement dirge to a crowd of teenagers on the first day of distinction many of them have ever experienced. Graduation from high school, he informed them, is a shiny induction to the hordes of mediocrity. McCullough even took it upon himself to remind the youth of their eventual funerals. (You know it’s a problematic speech when Rush Limbaugh loves it.) What parting words did the teacher have for those who survived his twelve-minute lesson on nihilism? The paradoxical exhortation to go forth and live extraordinary lives! Because, apparently, we can?

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Handle with care

June 19, 2012 at 10:26 pm (The Serious Stuff)

A well written piece worthy of sharing.

Handle with care.

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It’s called Colorado History, not the Persnal History of Your Specific Family for a Reason

June 18, 2012 at 9:38 am (Ranting!)

Not getting people who don’t understand that there just are not a plethora  of photos available to the public for use from small remote towns in the 1880s.  Unless they had a local photographer who liked to go out and about taking pictures,  or had something sensational and usually tragic happen in their town, they should be glad there’s even a picture of the town available that I can make accessible to them.

Oh, and if I don’t include the every detail about every resident in said small town I have written about, even when writing about one small event in said town, I have been getting reamed.  I’m sorry, but unless your great great grandpa did something important enough to be in public record, or left his papers to historical societies, etc.  I can’t access your memories of stories told and therefore cannot incorporate them.

OK – rant done.  Perhaps my next article needs to be about the importance of donating those papers, and how you can’t expect historians to know your great great grandma raised the goat that some presidential wannabe ate at some no public dinner one night in 1892.

If I were that psychic, I wouldn’t be writing about history – I’d be damn rich.

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Site of the Day – Unfuck your Habitat

June 13, 2012 at 10:32 am (Best of the Best - My Favorites) (, )

Someone in a Facebook group I belong to posted this link, which is full of helpful suggestions for cleaning up serious messes, including Hoarder quality types.

That makes it my site of the day – http://unfuckyourhabitat.tumblr.com/

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I’m a Fucking Idiot! Yay!

June 6, 2012 at 9:19 pm (The Serious Stuff) (, , , , , )

I apologize for my temper, but I am rather tired of having had my career choices shit upon. First I was a teacher, and a good one, dealing with alternative school students. But according to other teachers – who you would think would know better – I must be a bad teacher for choosing to work with the “bad” kids – the ones they refused to have in their own classrooms because they couldn’t handle them. All other alternative school teachers I’ve ever met have been told the same things. But how are these bad teachers, when they are getting kids who normally would have dropped out through high school successfully? And in general, people now shit on teachers all the time – they make too much money (HA! That’s beyond amusing), they’re stupid, any idiot could do their job.

Then I worked in a museum, still very much an education position, even if it is non-traditional, and got told that wasn’t a real job. Really? It took both my degrees to land me the position, I had to retain MORE information, more history than I did when I was teaching, and I did more research and writing while working at the museum than I did even in college as a history and sociology major. But again, apparently, any idiot could do my job.

So I move to a new state and start my own business – only idiots run their own businesses, I’ve been told. Well hell, then I’ve been an idiot since 2003 – I’ve run my own business since then, I just took it brick and mortar for several years. Part of that business was running a postal station. It cost me a lot financially, emotionally, family wise because of the long hours and the intensity of training, and the intensity of certain seasons. Eventually, I let the store go, and have since worked for another postal station. But I’m told that any idiot could do that job.

Yeah? You could do ALL my jobs? ALL of them? ANY idiot could? Then why in the deepest fucks aren’t you?? Can’t handle the kids? awww – but any idiot can teach. Can’t handle the heat, the period clothing, the sheer amount of knowledge and people you have to deal with daily while also demonstrating the machinery in your site? awwww – but any idiot can work in a living history museum. Can’t tolerate the level of abuse, swearing, deliberate lying, complete lack of understanding of how you should address a letter or package, let alone the sheer number of customers certain times of year in a post office? awwww- but any idiot can do it.

Apparently, I’m ANY IDIOT- because I’ve done all of these things, successfully.


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