Monday, December 17, 2007

Have a Holly Jolly Christmas

Happy Holidays! Have Some Spam

This morning, I have received 21 spam e-mails on my work computer. I wish there was some way to let it be known that I am not male and do not need Viagra or other, er, enhancement. And as far as I know, my husband and I are both quite happy with his existing equipment.

That’s all. There, I said it.

Obligatory Cute Christmas Story

Viva: Let me sing you a song.

Mama B: That would be fabulous, baby, go ahead.

Viva: [singing heartily] Feliz NabiDAH! Feliz NabiDAH! I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas at the bottom of my HEARRRRTT! [repeats ten times, dancing and swinging arms in graceful arcs]

Mama B: That was beautiful. I bet it is really beautiful at the bottom of your heart.

Viva: [scowls] No, Mama, that’s just part of the song.

Mama B: [because the Cuteness! Is! Too! Much!] I love you so.

Viva: [meltingly] Oh, I love you too.

Not So Cute

Last night, Sweet Dub and I were talking about what to do about Viva’s future education. Should we send her to the public school down the street next year, as she will be old enough to go to kindergarten and we will no longer have to pay for school? How bad is the local public school anyway? Well, I went online for a refresher on what the school’s demographics are, what its test scores look like, etc., courtesy of the LAUSD website. They’re actually pretty decent when all is said and done. But then I Googled the school to see if I could get any “nonpartisan” feedback about it and I discovered that some very involved parents at the school have created a Website. “Hey, this might not be bad,” I said to Sweet Dub. The parents noted that the school’s performance as tracked by test scores has consistently improved over the past five years and that they had been able to secure some private grants to make improvements to the school. All well and good. Then I read a post that there is evidently a registered pedophile living across the street from the school.

Yes, you read that right. This person served time for lewd and lascivious acts with a person under the age of 14, and then moved in close proximity to an elementary school. According to the parents, school staff is aware he is there and they all know what he looks like. And according to the LAPD, he isn’t doing anything illegal just by living there, because he served his time, he is through his parole, and he hasn’t been accused of further criminal activity. But just because it’s legal, doesn’t make it right. It’s like a recovering alcoholic moving across the street from a bar.

This means he lives just a few blocks from us. You can say all you want that they’re everywhere. If you look on your state’s sex offender registration database, it will make you crazy. There are 20 in my ZIP code alone, and many (including the guy down the street) are in violation, which means they haven’t checked in with the state when they were supposed to. You can go here if you live in California – or Google Megan’s Law to search in a different state.

I am at work right now, and I just glanced at a photo of Viva beaming at me from her homemade Mother’s Day card and I felt simultaneously the urge to cry and throw up at the idea that someone just might not be able to help himself from hurting her. Needless to say, we’re still working out our kindergarten plans.

On A Lighter Note

Because I just can’t leave you like that (and I certainly didn’t start this post intending to take you on a journey down the Road of Creepiness), I bring you this:

Report: Nation’s Wealthy Cruelly Deprived Of True Meaning Of Christmas
The nation’s poor get to experience true Christmas spirit, while the wealthy, burdened by shopping and party obligations, are left out in the cold.

Report: Nation's Wealthy Cruelly Deprived Of True Meaning Of Christmas.

In the absence of The Daily Show (when O when will the writer’s strike end??), this is not a bad substitute for the type of features I would expect to see at this time of year. Enjoy, and keep away from the fruitcake.*

* I don't mean myself.


Cee in SF said...

You've not taught Viva your version of the song - Feliz Naviblah? You used to sing it all the time. Don't let the tradition end!

Lisa Blah Blah said...

O yes! What an odd bit of synchronicity! (NaviBLAH, Mama BLAH) Definitely going to do that as soon as I can get her to stop pretending we are on a rocket ship in space. Did you know Mars is very bouncy?

Janie said...

I'm glad I am not the only one that gets constant emails from Godfrey Schoen with the subject "Longer....Harder"! Except mine come to my personal computer.

One of the BEST things about being a mom is the constant array of cute and wonderful things our children say. It is bliss to immediately have a smile brought to the heart and face, without them even trying.

I don't even look at the sex offender websites anymore, its too scary(given that the sex offenders have more rights than we do) so I just decided to be super over-protective and treat any stranger that comes too close to my children or ANY children like the creature from the black lagoon.

Make sure you go and sit in several Kindergarten classes at the schools you are looking at. Even if the school has a good report or not, you want to make sure the individual teacher is someone that you feel comfortable can and wants to TEACH and that feels it is a privilege to be in the room with ALL children!

Thank you for your report Lisa/John Blah! I feel very fortunate that I am not one of the spiritless rich! lol

Liz said...

I hope you did indeed have a holly jolly Christmas.

I looked at the pedophile map a couple of years ago and it was sickening. My kids will never be able to walk down the street by themselves, not even when they're teenagers.

And then when I was sufficiently horrified, I went to see what the map looked like in some parts of south LA. Let's just say that there were so many pedophile dots that it was completely insane. I think they should get life in prison.

Liz said...

Where are you at? Hope all is well and that you're about to enjoy the New Year.

Lisa Blah Blah said...

Sorry, folks - I was not able to get online for the past week, so no comments, no posting, no nothing. Very frustrating!

Janie: Yes, I think I could just make myself crazy looking at that stuff. And glad you liked the report. :) We can count ourselves rich in so many ways other than financial, right??

Liz: I'm back, I'm back! I'm sorry! You are so sweet to be concerned! I'll post again in a minute and tell you what's been up.