I don't watch much TV. I became really discouraged with it a time ago, and haven't been able to bring myself to sit long enough to reevaluate my thinking on it. There are some good shows, Gilmore Girls for one, and, of course, some others. Rachel and I are always being compared to that show. Many have said how our relationship is much like that on the program. I agree and really like it, but I rarely get home or have the time to catch it on air. (Anyone that would like to throw the DVD collection my way is more than welcome.. :) At any rate, I am finding myself beginning to feel the same about radio. Perhaps, it is just the town I live in, with its limits and restrictions. I just find myself tuning in less and less these days.
My daughters orientation for Middle School is tomorrow night (err...well I guess that would be tonight...) It seems so real now. It still felt like it was off in the distance. Wasn't she just in Kindergarten yesterday? I thought so...anyway. I still can't believe that I have a child in Middle School. Of course, if you check back in with me in 3 years I will be spouting the same thing about High School. Wait...High School? In 3 years? Lordy...the last 10, almost 11, years went so fast, surely the next 3 will be a week in comparison.
Speaking of growing up, I had to discuss some issues with my daughter tonight. (Getting a call from the Vice Principal of her school, was not a high point of my day.) These issues have been going on for some time. It has to do with Boys. Ugh. They are at an age where so much is confusing, emotions, physical growth, socializing. The dynamics are changing. My daughter looks older than her age. She is developed more than her peers, physically. These particular boys, find themselves drawn to poking her, pushing her and basically focusing way too much attention towards her. Frankly, I think this one particular boy, likes her. He is the typical "sit behind you in class and pull your hair cause I think your cute and don't know how else to express it..." kind. Well, my daughter got tired of it and retaliated back. I wasn't happy about her choice. We have talked before about walking away, telling an adult, teacher or faculty member, but she chose the easy, momentary way out this time. I was disappointed, but at the same time, understand that she is only 10. Making that bad choice, sometimes needs to happen in order to get why the good choices are good to begin with. (cliche: 2 wrongs don't make a right.) Lesson learned...I hope.
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