New History

Over the weekend my 7th grade son says that he needs a costume for school on Monday. His History class is doing a in class performance. No problem.. Until he tells me his costume is a member of the Taliban. That made me very uncomfortable. I thought to myself "I don't want my son dressing up as a Taliban member" But they are a part of History now whether I like it or not. My son of course states that it's not real mom don't worry about it. So I get out a couple of sheets and dress him up. Now that made me even more uncomfortable seeing the sheet wrapped around his head and face with only his eyes showing. I know it's only a production and it is part of his grade so I put away my discomfort and move on. This afternoon I go to the school to help him get dressed for class and he looks good. (which is so strange to use that word) But he does. When he walks away from me and goes into his class dressed like that, I imagined sitting in the classroom not having seen him yet and being startled by his appearance. It's not the head wrap or the draped clothes for me. It's the face being covered. I admit I do not know a lot about them and am not sure why they cover their faces, but to me it's brings terror, not unlike the K.K.K. Did we put on act's in school like that? I mean we certainly have had our share of different terrorists to choose from in History. Hitler comes to mind for me. A part of me does not want my children to be taught about the Taliban, that's the part that wants to forget about them and not give them any glory by having them in our books. But the rational part of me knows it's not possible to forget, it's something that should never be forgotten so we do have to teach, we do have to be reminded. Funny thing is when I was driving home after dressing my son like that, I was listening to a country station and the song It's America by Rodney Atkins came on. I thought that was very appropriate. :)

Why do I do this to myself???

I am not a gardener, but every spring I forget that fact. You know how we women forget the pains of childbirth so we have more. Well that's similar to my affliction with gardening. I just spent 2 hrs outside digging out these beds that the previous owners put in and they were completely overgrown when we bought the house. Last spring I cleaned them out but that was as far as I took it. So today I am doing the same thing I did last year because I did not take care of them. So all my hard work was for not. I have this grand vision of having a vegetable garden and this spot is great as it gets sun all day. So today I am cleaning it out and then going to Lowes (no I am not promoting Lowes, it just happens to be closer than the other big guy) and buying a roll of black plastic to kill everything. I know I am probably late for the area I live in but I figure after a couple of months of suffocating anything left in the beds it will be the beginning of May and maybe I can still do some planting?? Maybe I am being hopeful it will only take a couple of months with the plastic maybe not. Oh and yes I know it's not technically spring but where I live now this is what spring looks like in the north where I am from. So for me it's springtime!!!

Georgia

Georgia. The State Of to be exact. Something inside me has been stirring the past few weeks. I think I might actually be deciding to stick around here for awhile. Anyone who know's me know's that I have not found my way since moving to the south. Well I am thrilled to announce that I may have found it! I might just let my husband know that it's ok to stop looking elsewhere for employment. Now I am not saying that I plan to retire here and never live in the north again because I don't see that in my future at all... But it's good to have a more positive feeling about it. I am just getting involved in volunteering in Macon which is something I love to do. I am looking forward to meeting new people in different circles and making a life here. YEAAAA it has happened. Honestly I can see myself here now and it's not such a gloomy picture!! And it's about time...;)