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I’m Proud of Savannah

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When I heard the news on the radio last week about Savannah Dietrich putting the names of her assailants on Twitter, in violation of a court order to keep their names confidential, I instantly felt proud of her. Here is a 17-year-old girl who was sexually assaulted at a party while passed out from drinking, standing up and saying, No, these boys cannot do what they did and have it fall under a veil of protection.

Then the radio morning show personalities continued to discuss the situation, trying to determine whether what she did was legal, etc. That’s fine. I’m no lawyer, nor was I in the courtroom when the judge gave the instructions regarding the confidentiality of the boys’ identities. Honestly, I don’t know if what she did was within the law. That’s not what I’m here to discuss. What I do know, is that she is one brave young woman.

Then the radio personalities decided to sum up the whole thing. Here is what they said (paraphrased): Savannah shouldn’t have gone to the party and drank so much that she passed out and allowed this to happen. The boys shouldn’t have taken pictures and shown people because, well, duh, then that’s evidence.

According to the radio host, that was the boys’ crime: being too dumb to realize you don’t take photos when you’re sexually assaulting an unconscious girl.

I could not believe my ears. I really was not expecting the whole “boys will be boys” attitude in this day and age.

No, I do not think Savannah made a good choice that night. But, guess what? She has the right to make a bad choice and be left alone. She had the right to NOT be violated. Those boys disregarded her rights and assaulted her. Then they took pictures. Then they showed other people the pictures.  They took something from her that can not be given back.

Now, right after what seemed to be the conclusion of the story on the radio, I arrived at work and had to turn off the show.  I didn’t get to listen any longer to see if anybody called in to the show who shared my opinion.  I didn’t get to find out if the way they presented the story was crafted so that a longer discussion could be had on the air.  I didn’t get to hear if they retracted their statements.  I try to give people the benefit of the doubt.

I certainly hope that is the case.  I hope the show’s hosts really didn’t intend to blame a girl for being assaulted.  If so, I am disgusted.  When will this end?  When will people stop brushing this sort of crime under the rug, instead, saying, “She shouldn’t have put herself in that situation”?

In the comments on the article there was a lot of support, but there was at least one person who sided with the boys, saying that accusing people of this could ruin their lives.  Thankfully, the supportive people responded to those statements.  It restored my faith in humanity a bit.

Mad Woman

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My daughter and I were playing a game on her iPod where you have to identify logos. Not to brag, but I was pretty good at it *pats back*. I have always enjoyed commercials and ads, and evidently I am a good target audience seeing as how well the message sticks with me.

This is the first commercial I remember from my childhood:

Since then I’ve been exposed to a plethora of advertising campaigns, from “Time to make the doughnuts” to “got milk?” (hmmm…those would be good together), from singing raisins to talking M&Ms.

These ads have stuck with me in strange ways. The other day I had run out of deodorant, so (confession time) I used my husband’s. I found that it worked really well, like better than mine. Does that mean I’m less womanly? I mean, “Secret is strong enough for a man, but pH balanced for a woman.” Or am I pH un-balanced?

Orange juice. Anybody else remember the big push: “Orange juice. It’s not just for breakfast anymore”? As a kid, we literally would only drink orange juice at breakfast, in these tiny juice glasses. It was like liquid gold, apparently. Now, we drink it all willy-nilly, any old time of day. Coincidence? Hmmm.

I find it amazing how these from my childhood still go through my head once in a while. Don Draper would be proud. {Aside: if you don’t know Don Draper is, find out. Stat!}

I need to come up with an ad campaign for cleaning the kids’ bedrooms. Something catchy, with a jingle. Something that will both make them want to clean it and keep it clean, as well as make them feel good for doing it.


I may be onto something here. I think I may have just cracked the Parenting Code. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone, *especially* not the kids!

Gotta go! I have some jingles to compose.

Be Your Own Hero

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I am not a fan of the morning.  Case in point:  I was in bed this morning, listening to my alarms beep periodically.  {ASIDE:  I have to set 2 alarm times on my phone, one for 5:30 am and one for 6:00 am, to be able to get myself up by 6:15 am.  I have always been a slow-to-wake person, and love the snooze button.}  As I hit the 6:00 beep, I told myself that I would get up in 5 minutes (ha-ha!)  As I started drifting back to sleep, I heard a voice in my head.

It said, “Be your own hero today.”

I said, “Huh?”

“Be your own hero today.  Get up!”

As I lay there, pondering The Voice, I realized it was right.  I really *should* Be My Own Hero.  It woke me up because I started thinking about what that meant to me.  I realized that it meant at that moment to get my booty out of bed RIGHT NOW so that I wouldn’t be rushing and/or late to work.  As I went though my morning routine I reflected on this thought a bit more.  What if we all were our own heroes every day?

It’s a tough thing for moms to do sometimes, to put our needs first, but we all know (whether we’ve embraced this or not yet is another story) that to take good care of everyone else, we need to take good care of ourselves.

We should all make at least one self-heroic decision per day.  Think about it; we do so many heroic things for our families every day.  The day-to-day stuff helps make our world go ’round.  Fixing dinner, fixing boo-boos, making beds, making cookies, running errands, running forgotten homework to school.  All those little things mean a lot.

A little thing can mean a lot for you, too.  My 10 extra minutes helped me begin my day with a whole lot less stress.  I feel much more accomplished and less frazzled. When I start my day “behind”, it takes a while before I feel caught up.

So, I think you should be your own hero today, whatever that means.  Maybe its reading scriptures or having a prayer in the morning.  Maybe its a Cherry Coke from Sonic in the afternoon.  Maybe its cleaning out a drawer, or one shelf of the fridge. Everyone is different and everyone has different things that give you a boost.

Be your own hero.  Because you matter.

Where’s MY Alice?

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As a kid growing up in the late 70s and early 80s, I watched a *little* TV.  Ok, more like quite a bit, since I was home after school on my own for a couple hours.  I got to know quite a few families:  the Drummonds, Mork and Mindy, the girls from The Facts of Life, the Cleavers, and of course, the Bradys.

The Brady Bunch was a show that spoke to me of what a family should be like.  They were equally matched in age and gender (very convenient), they were super supportive of each other, and they did fun stuff together.  I was an only child of divorced parents and I thought this would be “the life”:  sharing a bedroom with my sisters, fighting over the bathroom with my brothers (brothers!), having the occasional sudsy dog run through the house, and living in a beautiful big (impeccably neat) house.  And they were always clean!  Six kids, always clean.  Remember how hard they had to try to get dirty for that commercial they were making?

I loved the way Mrs. Brady (out of respect, I still can’t call her Carol) was so put together and always had everything under control.  Of course, she did have Alice.   Alice was the perfect mother’s helper; remember how she and Mrs. Brady would pack the lunches together in the morning and send the kids off to school?  They worked alongside each other to keep that home running smoothly.  I thought everyone needed an Alice.

Guess what?  Now, as a working mother of 4, I still think everyone (ok, at least I) needs an Alice.  I know of few moms (and dads) who would turn down an offer for an Alice.

Picture Mrs. Brady.  Her hair and makeup is done, her dress is neat and stain-free.  Heck, she’s smiling!  I mean, do I *ever* look like this when my hubby comes home?  She’s smiling because she’s happy to see her husband at the end of the day, and my guess is that it’s not so she can run off to Target for an “errand” as an excuse to turn the kids over to him for an hour.  She’s not exhausted, in sweats, with remnants of dinner clinging to her stretched out old t-shirt.  She has Alice.

My grandiose dream is that if I had an Alice, I, too, would be able to glide from task to task effortlessly, never ruffled.  My home would always be company-ready, with homemade goodies for whoever happened to stop by.  I wouldn’t be doing the Frantic Fifteen before a friend came over.  My kids would have clean, folded laundry IN THEIR DRESSERS AND CLOSETS and not have to look on the coffee table for an outfit.  I would have energy to have a meaningful conversation *wink, wink* with my husband in the evenings.  Everything would be perfect.  PERFECT, I tell you.

So, anybody have a spare Alice laying around?

Theme Song

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Here’s the story of a busy mommy

With a penchant for a Sonic Cherry Coke

The girl has hair of gold, like her father

The boys have brown, no joke.

Here’s the story, of a real nice daddy,

Who is busy with a business of his own,

He works so very hard, every day,

And always helps at home.

And the life they have at times, it can be hectic

But they all try to get everything done.

That these two, would have a pretty big family

Is the way they choose to have their home.