Wednesday, July 27, 2011

No Kids Allowed

A week or two ago, I read about the restaurant in Pennsylvania that has banned all children under six. Today I read an article that described other businesses which are implementing this same policy. After reading all the Facebook posts and discussions it has sparked, I just had to take the time to write about it.

First of all, I have three children, and when they were young, there were certain restaurants we didn't go to because they just weren't mature enough to be able to sit quietly and behave the way I would have expected anyone in that restaurant to behave. We practiced that sort of thing at home, having "fancy dinners" every now and again, complete with good dishes, wine glasses, candlelight, a variety of forks and spoons...everything needed to teach them how to behave when the time came that we DID go out to someplace a little more upscale.

Also, I see nothing wrong with there being places where the policy is "no kids allowed." Even as a parent, and a grandparent, there are times when I enjoy going to dinner with my husband and not having to hear or see children. Our favorite "date night" restaurant is candlelit, fine dining, and in the ten years we've been going there, I've never seen anyone younger than a teenager eating there.

Several people have said that if this happens, businesses will begin to lose patrons. I seriously doubt that will happen, using the restaurant I mentioned above as an example. They are ALWAYS crowded, and if you don't make a reservation, you will have a very difficult time getting a table.

I'm probably going to ruffle some feathers here, but it's my blog, and I can say what I think here. I think the reason that this issue is getting so much attention and causing so much uproar among parents is that for a lot of parents, the sun rises and sets with THEIR child, and they expect everyone else to feel the same way. They want to treat their children like tiny adults and to have the same rights and privileges as an adult. That's just not reality, folks....there are some places where it's just not respectful or appropriate to be dragging a young child along with you.

If you don't want to patronize a place that has a "no kids" policy, that's your right. There are still plenty of places out there which are family-oriented and kid friendly. Take your family there, and don't begrudge those of us who occasionally enjoy a peaceful, quiet night with no kids, our own or anyone else's.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Friends....

At times like this, when I feel sad, depressed, and basically just don't have a CLUE what to do with my life, I always wish I had a friend, especially a "best friend." You know the one I mean...the one you can tell anything....the one who always tells you the truth, even if it hurts or makes you mad...the one who doesn't mind seeing you at your worst, physically or emotionally.

I've always been a shy, quiet person, and it's always been hard to let someone else into my life very far. There's always been SOMETHING going on that I couldn't risk letting other people find out, you know? Whether it was the fact that my parents were arguing and yelling all the time, or that I was so miserable I didn't want to live any more, or that I was overwhelmed with trying to raise two small children practically on my own on the other side of the world from my family, or that my husband was hitting me, or that we'd had our electricity turned off for the last three months, or that I was having an affair, or that I was sick to death of being who everyone else thought I should be, or that I didn't have the slightest clue who I really was anymore....there was always something there that, if I let anyone get close enough, I was sure they'd find out and run as far away as they could, as fast as they could.

So, here I am, once again feeling that totally overwhelmed, just don't give a damn about anything anymore feeling....with no one to talk to about it. Saturday was a real crisis day--no one has any idea just HOW close I was to giving up on life that day. I had the whole plan worked out in my head, and even had a page of instruction written out for my funeral. I'm still not sure what stopped me, but I'm still here, obviously.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this, except to make it clear that I'm NOT always as together and as strong as everyone keeps saying they KNOW I am....deep down, on the inside, where the real Teresa hides, if you could ever get close enough to see her, is still that shy, scared little girl who used to cry herself to sleep because "nobody likes me."

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Books I've Read in July 2011

1) Bad Blood, by John Sanford
Bobby Tripp was a good kid, working at a grain mill, saving for college. But he killed Jacob Flood, a local farmer delivering his harvest; and then, after Bobby was arrested, he hung himself in jail. The sheriff, Lee Coakley, reaches out for help to Minnesota’s Bureau of Criminal Apprehension. She gets Virgil Flowers, the throwback hippie with the hair, the rock-band T-shirts, and a rep as a lockdown investigator. Coakley and Flowers catch a whiff of sexual abuse involving Bobby’s girlfriend. The abuse angle widens and is centered on a local church, but the congregation closes ranks with iron uniformity. Flowers and Coakley get a line on a woman who escaped the influence of the church years before. She becomes the key to the case, opening a Pandora’s box of multiple murders, criminal behavior among the sheriff’s deputies, and revelations of deviancy that go back generations. As usual, Sandford delivers a great mystery with action, suspense, humor, and, yes, sex. Virgil always gets his man, but he also gets the girl.

2) Like Dandelion Dust, by Karen Kingsbury
Molly and Jack Campbell have everything. Great house in a fancy neighborhood, high-paying job, and a beautiful little boy named Joey. Things just absolutely couldn't get any better.
Until it's discovered that Joey's birth mother forged the signature of Joey's birth father, so the adoption was a fraud. Joey has never known anyone else as his parents, but suddenly he's being thrust into a volatile household of people he's never met and, especially, a father who doesn't know how to show love without violence.
Molly and Jack begin to explore every option they have for keeping Joey, even some fraud of their own. Hovering around the edges of all this drama is God. Joey believes in Him, Joey's cousins believe in Him, even Molly and Jack claim to believe that there is a god, but will they trust him to work this out? Can they give up their son to save their son?

3) Don't Blink, by James Patterson and Howard Roughan
The good

New York's Lombardo's Steak House is famous for three reasons--the menu, the clientele, and now, the gruesome murder of an infamous mob lawyer. Effortlessly, the assassin slips through the police's fingers, and his absence sparks a blaze of accusations about who ordered the hit.

The bad

Seated at a nearby table, reporter Nick Daniels is conducting a once-in-a-lifetime interview with a legendary baseball bad-boy. In the chaos, he accidentally captures a key piece of evidence that lands him in the middle of an all-out war between Italian and Russian mafia forces. NYPD captains, district attorneys, mayoral candidates, media kingpins, and one shockingly beautiful magazine editor are all pushing their own agendas--on both sides of the law.

And the dead

Back off--or die--is the clear message Nick receives as he investigates for a story of his own. Heedless, and perhaps in love with his beautiful editor, Nick endures humiliation, threats, violence, and worse in a thriller that overturns every expectation and finishes with the kind of flourish only James Patterson knows.

Total year to date: 30

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Still Totally Disgusted



It's been over twenty-four hours, and I still feel the same as I did yesterday afternoon. I'm stunned, I'm confused, I'm angry, and I'm disgusted. I can't believe that twelve people who heard the same evidence I did over the last six weeks, could come to a conclusion so TOTALLY different from mine.

I did the same thing with this trial that I did with the OJ trial....I took notes on opening and closing statements, and all the testimony, and when the jury began to deliberate, I read through my notebook along with the jury instructions, with the necessary elements for each charge, and marked off each element I felt had been proven. As I showed in an earlier post, I was able to find EVIDENCE to prove all seven charges. No emotion, nothing based on stuff that was only in the media, no nothing...just the testimony and the facts.

I read that an attorney today said that this trial had apparently brought together "the last twelve people who still believe the world is flat." That's nicer than anything I would have said about them, but I do like it. These people put aside all the science, all the forensics, and apparently, based on what I've heard from the alternate today, chose to believe Krystal Holloway and the whole "accident that snowballed out of control."

Give me a break! That woman was one of the least credible witnesses on the stand. She wants attention, she wants her fifteen minutes of fame, and she's making the most of all of this. Did she and George have an affair? Maybe so...I don't care, one way or the other. I simply can't believe that George said anything about an "accident" to her...I don't think he knew anything, or was involved in anything.

And if hearing the verdict wasn't enough, what about the defense team and their "celebration party"? Talk about something in bad taste...little Caylee is still dead, and there's NO reason for popping the champagne corks and certainly no reason for Cheney Mason to flip the bird to people who were outside the restaurant. Inappropriate, immature AND unprofessional, to say the least. There are people still grieving for that sweet little girl, people close to her who DESERVE to know what happened to her...and it's totally disrespectful to her, and to them, to be throwing a party and rejoicing in the fact that the only person who KNOWS what happened gets to act as though nothing ever happened at all.

Then today we hear that the jurors, who avoided the press conference last night, are telling media outlets that they'll grant interviews FOR MONEY. Again, a little girl is still dead, and I don't think ANYONE should be making money off that. It's just my humble opinion, but I see it as blood money....profit from a horrible tragedy.

For that reason, I won't buy or read any book by Casey Anthony, I won't buy or read any magazine that chooses to interview her, I won't watch any movies that would benefit her financially. I won't watch any juror interviews on TV, or read any interviews in print or online. I also will avoid any interviews of any members of the defense team. They will not put a single penny of MY money in their pockets, ever.

I don't know what will happen tomorrow at her sentencing, but I do know it will NOT be enough. But, in spite of that, life goes on for most of us....even if not for Caylee. :(
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