Monday, November 14, 2011

I started.

I started with another blog host, actually. Then it occurred to me that perhaps they'd censor me a little. Not necessarily entries, but the bits of fiction I hope to post over the winter. Can't have that.


So please consider this the first post. Okay?



I’m on Facebook, and I love it.  I do.  My family and friends are scattered all over the damn place.  It’s enabled me to reconnect with people I knew in high school who weren’t really self absorbed assholes.  It’s been nice.  Everybody’s got kids, though, and everybody posts about their kids.  That’s okay, most of the time.  I do it too, my kids are teenagers and they’re quite decent (more on that demographic later).

Sometimes, it’s not my friends. It’s THEIR friends. I have a friend on FB who’s trying to get her five year old son to keep medicine down for a high fever. I’ve met her son, he’s a quirky, fun little dude and I like him very much. Someone responded to my friend’s worried post: “You’ll have to get the suppository ones if that keeps up…”

I suspect she’s a parent, perhaps a very close parent.  Doesn’t matter.  Why are people so eager to shove things up their kids’ asses?  Did your parents do that to you?  You don’t remember.  Do you know why you don’t remember?  BECAUSE YOUR PARENTS SHOVED SOMETHING UP YOUR ASS, and your brain is a marvelous thing.

Ease up.  Make it a last resort.  Stay out of your kids’ anuses, for God’s sake.