Category Archives: Politics

Roar

My daughter’s school, in a feat of disorganization, has failed to assign children to teachers. Apparently, they have ten less children than they expected, which means they may or may not lose a teacher, which means they may or may not have to juggle all the classes around. (Um… why don’t they ask students to register before the first day of school, so they can COUNT them? Just saying.)

Five school days so far, and no classroom. Today, she learned the chicken dance and watched Wallace and Gromit on video in the library. Nice.

I tried to convince her to boycott school until she has a teacher, but she’s having too much fun. In the meantime, the sheer ineptitude of the situation is driving me crazy… which Min finds entertaining.

Min: I’m glad I’m not the principal, having to face all you angry moms.

T: He’s a principal. He’s used to it.

Min: Just because you’re a park ranger doesn’t mean you like grizzly bears.

She sold out

This is my daughter accepting a pin from Gordon Campbell at the Point Grey Fiesta parade on Saturday. I tried to get her to say “Mr. Campbell, why won’t you give my school enough money?” but she was too distracted by the free bling.

Copyright conundrums

I am a copyright dunce. Usually, when I read something about the new legislation possibilities, my eyes glaze over and I lose musculoskeletal control. However, this video seemed unusually clear. I think it’s worth a look. Even if it doesn’t fit within the margins of my blog. (Yeesh. Now I’m a design dunce as well.)

Qualms

While we were on the island this weekend, I went to pour shampoo on my three-year-old son’s head and he grabbed my wrist.

“Mommy, that kind has chemicals.”

I swear. That’s what he said. Which leads me to think my son hears more than I think he does as I storm around the house clearing out the phthalates. And also leads me to worry that I’m indoctrinating my children with information that’s going to cause them ulcers later in life.

Is it okay to tell your kids that some shampoo is evil, as long as there’s a friendly-looking, non-evil option to squirt on their heads? (You are all welcome to weigh in on this issue.)

Oh, and I doused him with the phthalates, despite his chemical concerns. We were on vacation. He was dirty. And a cow had licked him. Who’s to say a little chemical treatment wasn’t in order?