Day 19 without a cigarette...

Well, like the title states, today is day #19 without a cigarette. I still want to smoke, but at least I am not physically ill like I thought that I would be. Still grateful that I work at home. If I worked out of the home environment, I know that by now I would be smoking. Still trying to not substitute one habit for another by eating everything in sight. Hey, I'm working on it. I'll keep ya posted.

"You are not the father." Maury Povich

I saw something the other day that at first made me laugh and then just made me sad (and no, I wasn't in the middle of a mood swing). While watching a mind-numbing "baby daddy" episode of the Maury Povich show, it aired a quick tidbit about "Maury merchandise". This advertisement had baby onesies; you know, those cute little one-piece jumpers, with the following statement printed on them: "I met my daddy on Maury".

For a hot minute, it was funny and then I thought the whole thing through. What does that say for society? Okay, lets say that the guests on that show and others like it only make up a small segment of the population, but still, come on! Some of the girls, and I say girls because it seems that most of them are in their teens to early 20s, come back repeatedly in their search for their "baby's daddy". And the men (or boys, really) love to denounce them as whores (pronounced hos apparently), tramps, etc., yet they were more than willing to sleep with them and usually unprotected. EWWW.

Far be it from me to beat someone over the head with morals (glass house and all that) but what is going on?!? What about loving yourself? Who is guiding these kids, teaching them self-respect? When did "free love" become the mantra for middle school?

Peeps, we have got to do better...

Graduation 2010

Like a lot of families across America, we are preparing for high school graduation. I am sure my son would not agree with me, but it seems like this year has just flown by. He brought home his announcements the other day and I nearly cried! Silly me, right?

I am sure this would be an emotional time anyway, but the fact that we faced a whole lot of difficulties through his public school career makes it even more so. My son was diagnosed with Asperger syndrome, a form of autism, before too many people seemed to know what it was, even the teachers. There were plenty times when I would go to pick him up at school not knowing what I would hear about his day.

Now on the verge of graduation, I am so proud! He proved so many people wrong. He is already taking AP courses and making great grades. Do I sound like a bragging mom? Good, because for this minute, that is just what I am!!

To all the 2010 grads, I say congratulations and to my son I say -

"YOU GO, BOY!!!!"