>Language, language

>It seemed like a small point, a parenthetical reference, but it stuck out.
“…try to identify problems. If you cannot find the solution to these problems (you must see some, unless you are perfectly blind), then here is your opportunity!”
I addressed it with this comment: “Using the term “blind” as a synonym for clueless is offensive. My son is blind, but he’s very observant. He pays attention and has an excellent memory. If you were playing Trivial Pursuit or working on a project, you’d want him on your team – vision or none.”
The writer responded, letting me know that she had intended no insult or offense, that the term was merely a metaphor. I replied, suggesting other less offensive metaphors such as “rose colored glasses.” This time, the writer threw a hissy fit with a note full of exclamation marks, accusing me of putting words in her mouth, insisting that it wasn’t a big deal to use a metaphor such as “blind” to make a point.
I’d rather not link you to her article because she doesn’t need more readers. I’d like to advise, however, that writers in any professional field watch their language. I’m not asking for excessive political correctness; I’m suggesting accurate language with a sense of consideration for others.
I’ll use my own disability as an example. In previous centuries, hearing impaired people might have been referred to as Deaf and Dumb. Deaf, unable to hear well, Dumb meaning unable to speak.
In today’s world, Dumb usually means stupid or unintelligent. Nonverbal would be the accurate term for someone who doesn’t speak. Deaf describes some people, but Hard of Hearing or Hearing Impaired describes a group that includes many, many more.
Using a descriptive label as a put-down insults two groups: the target of the insult and the group being named in the put-down. Anyone who uses “deaf” to insult someone obviously hasn’t met me or interacted with other people with hearing impairments.
Here comes the writing teacher in me. The statement above would have been more effective, not just less offensive, without the use of the word blind. Instead, I suggest the following.
“Identify problems and weaknesses. If you are honest with yourself, you will see areas in need of improvement. If you cannot find the solution to these problems, then here is your opportunity!”
Another option, using more colorful (but not insulting) language, would be this.
“Take off your rose-colored glasses, leave the optimist behind, and seek out problems. Finding the solutions to these problems will provide great opportunities.”
Would you respect a co-worker who thought nothing of insulting disabilities? I wouldn’t. Think twice, and use decent and respectful descriptive language.

(This post is also posted at MidCentury Modern Moms because frankly, many bloggers need to read it.)

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>Perspective, it’s all in your perspective

>La Petite had a chance to hear Obama speak earlier this summer. She brought her camera, of course, and filled the memory card. But she didn’t just fill it with Obama. She was, as always, keenly observant of the scene around her, including the regular, ordinary people.

Little girl realizes she’s sitting near the governor.

The young “future voter” may be the focus of this picture, but look closely. All ages are represented in the crowd.

Politics? Fascinating – if you get the picture.

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>Mom! I only like CREAMY Peanut Butter!

>Since La Petite wsn’t happy with the jar of crunchy peanut butter in the cupboard, I had to do something. You guessed it: cookies!!

Peanut Butter Cookies
from the Good Home Cookbook

3 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup shortening or butter
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1 cup crunchy peanut butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 large eggs (or 1/2 cup egg substitute)

1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
2. Sift the flour, baking soda, and salt into a medium bowl and set aside.
3. Beat together the shortening, sugars, peanut butter, and vanilla extract. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Stir the flour mixture into the bowl and blend thoroughly.
4. Shape the dough into 2-inch balls and place them 2 inches apart on ungreased baking sheets.
Press each with the tongs of a fork twice, in opposite directions, to make a criss-cross pattern.
5. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes, until golden brown.
6. Let stand for 2 minutes, then transfer to wire racks to cool completely.

These are delicious. In fact, I don’t have any pictures; the cookies are gone. We ate them for snacks, dessert, and breakfast.

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>It’s not funny. Or is it?

>Funny can take on many different meanings. It’s all in the context, and in my life, there’s a great variety in context.

It was frustrating (not funny) that I couldn’t get online while visiting my brother. He uses a dial-up or a neighbor’s wi-fi, and I couldn’t get either one to work well enough to get anything done. Perhaps there is humor in the level of my Internet addiction. My solution was to visit a Starbucks and Panera down the road, knowing that odds were good I could get wifi in one or the other, or perhaps even both. La Petite and I bought smoothies at Starbucks, and I asked if I needed a password or log-on to get online. The barista told me that it was easier to simply log onto the Panera network, since it came through the walls to both stores. Ironic (but not funny); I couldn’t hijack on my own brother’s hijack, but I could hijack on Panera’s at Starbucks.

It was silly (not funny, just lame) that instead of using a map to get there, I jotted down the highway numbers on a sticky note. La Petite stuck it to the dashboard and called it our GPS.

It’s ironic (and certainly not funny) that my brother’s accident happened on his first day of real summer break. He’s done with his professional commitments and was taking a ride to relax a bit. Now he’s spending the next month or more recuperating from a broken leg and wrist instead of relaxing. Well, he says it himself, it could be worse. To which I add (you guessed it) — could be raining!

It’s amazing (not funny) that even at an outlet store, prices can shock me. Costs of living in the Midwest average significantly fewer $$$ than on the coasts and in the big cities. Daughter and I walked into the Coach factory store, loved the bags, but couldn’t afford them even with the markdown. We had better luck at Fossil, and of course, Converse.

It’s typical (not funny) that we found reason to be sarcastic even in road signs. “Bridge may be icy.” “Okay, I’ll be careful.” “Mom, watch for blowing snow, too.” Give us a break, we’d been on the road for hours and it seemed like days. Ah, road trips. They bring out the best and the worst in us. Sometimes, they bring out our sense of humor. While brother was coming home from his surgery and we were going the opposite direction on I-90, he called La Petite (in his post-anesthesia stupor) to see if we could wave to each other on the highway.
Now that’s funny.

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>Date night – kinda

>I left a voice mail on Husband’s work phone. “Honey, how would you feel about going out to eat tonight? I have a coupon for Chicago pizza.” he called me back later, asked for directions, and met us (me and La Petite) there. He was waiting in the bar when we arrived.
It seems my phone call left at least one person, his co-worker, confused.
“She wants to go out to eat? Are you in the doghouse? Is she mad?”
“No, she sounded happy, in good spirits.”
“Are the kids driving her crazy? Is something wrong with the kids?”
“No, one is at camp, one is home from college and working a lot.”
“So…why going out? All of a sudden like this?”

It seems the coworker caught on to all the potential for innuendo, all the underlying reasons for a husband-wife dinner out, except one: I just didn’t want to cook. I had a lazy, tired, low energy day. Slept late, spent most of the day lazing on the couch with my laptop on and CNN in the background, and finally got out of the house to run errands just before 4:00. That left me with virtually no time to cook anything decent even if I did have the energy or inspiration to play in the kitchen! So I took my $5 coupon for Uno Chicago Grill and decided we were headed out to let someone else cook.
It was perfect. Appetizer, good meal (rosemary chicken: I highly recommend it), and husband had a beer or two that we don’t have in the fridge. He swiped the Trivial Pursuit box off the bar and we entertained ourselves and each other while we waited for the food. La Petite, now a young adult, joined us in dinner and the Pursuit of Trivial Knowledge.
After eating a meal I didn’t have to cook myself we split up. La Petite went in to work for a while, and Husband and I searched the nearby Goodwill store for a deal. Then we went home, satisfied and relaxed, and watched the Brewers game while a brownies baked themselves in the oven (Okay, I stirred the mix first) and Husband snored on the couch. I woke him with my cheering when Ryan Braun hit a two-run homer in the ninth. Oops!
No one was mad. No one was in trouble.
All was well with the world. We even brought home leftovers.

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>A grad’s future in this (*&^%$) economy

>Does she have enough credits to graduate? She declared a minor rather late, so it might take her a summer session or an additional semester. Not a problem; my degree took 4+ years.
Will she need interview clothes? Somehow, attending an interview in Old Navy jeans and Converse All-Star sneakers doesn’t seem professional.
What constitutes interview attire these days in her field? In any field?
What kind of portfolio will she prepare? She’s a journalist and photographer.
Does she need a web page? Does she need to revise her Facebook page in case her employer sees it?
How long can she survive without her own set of wheels? I keep hoping she holds off as long as possible. Once she starts paying insurance and repairs and gas, well, it’s an awful lot of money.
Will she keep her summer job at least one more year? I hope so. Today’s economy is so weak, it’s not a good time to jump into a new career.
Has she started creating a resume? It takes a lot of tweaking to make one look just right.

I keep having random thoughts about her impending leap out of college and into real life. When Husband and I leapt out of our graduation robes and into our wedding clothes, the economy was a lot like today’s recession/depression. Jobs were hard to find, and starting a career was even harder. We defined a “good job” as “one with a paycheck.” La Petite has shown some entrepreneurial skills in the past, including one rockin’ lemonade stand en route to Lambeau Field when she was only 7. I saw a small store building near our neighborhood go up for sale and immediately thought “Photo studio?” It’s okay, I didn’t buy it.
Maybe I could start a coffeehouse in the storefront until she needs it…

cross posted at MidCentury Modern Moms

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>Extreme Toy Story – er, I mean Shopping

>The difference between the men and the boys may be the price of their toys, but do their parents wait in line and rush the store to find them? Not here.

My husband and I never really dove into the Overnight Campout in the Parking Lot routine. Our kiddos might have enjoyed the Toy of the Year, but we didn’t have the time, money, or energy to pursue it. We have been clever, though, in the name of gift-giving.

When Furbies were all the rage, I managed to snag one on Amazon before they ran out.

When our beloved Green Bay Packers won Super Bowl XXXI (shhh, don’t remind me how long ago that was), we called around town for days to find the Locker Room Cap that La Petite wanted. After a few calls I began to feel a little punchy. The store employee would say, “No, I’m sorry, we’re all out.” I would then ask, “Well, do you have Tickle Me Elmo (the current Toy of the Year) in stock?” Most of them paused, then broke out laughing. They understood.

Husband surprised me with a pink Packer baseball cap, the charity cap that donated to breast cancer research with every purchase. Those were incredibly hard to get! He won major Husband points for getting to the Packer Pro Shop when a new shipment had just come in (Hugs, dear, you’re still terrific). He’ll claim it was luck; he often goes to Lambeau Field as part of his regular workday, so he just checked in the shop each time he arrived.

La Petite’s boyfriend used to camp out before the Black Friday deals at the Big Box Electronics store. She liked to visit the tent of determined shoppers, but she was never enthusiastic enough to spend the night in a tent during late November in the close-to-frozen tundra land. I wasn’t even excited enough to visit; I sent cookies instead.

Since giving is more important than receiving, we’ve made a point of donating to Toys for Tots and our local schools’ Adopt-a-Family programs every year in December. Amigo likes to and pick out something nice for the donation box, and he has good taste. During Hasbro’s Hot Summer Toy Event, Hasbro is donating one toy to Toys for Tots for every Hasbro toy purchased. For a little extra fun, take a look at this Hot Summer Toy Event Video. Don’t you wish your toys could – ahem, maybe not.

This post was suggested by Parent Bloggers Network, where you can find more posts about Extreme Toy Shopping. I suspect some will be much more dramatic than mine….

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>Change is good.

>Change can be exciting! Getting a new design was both fun and scary. What if I lost control over changes? What if I didn’t like it? What if it ended up looking good, but wasn’t user-friendly?

All is well. It’s an exciting step up after two years of blogging on an average template that anyone on Blogger could have.

The hardest part of the process was choosing a background. The background takes up a small amount of space, but it’s crucial to the mood and spirit of the blog. It has to reflect the writer, but not detract from the writing. Colors, style, and the rest enter into a decision.

In the process I realized that I really need to learn HTML. If I knew even a little HTML, I’d be more helpful in making layout and set-up decisions. Husband uses Microsoft Frontpage for his web site; a little knowledge of that software would be handy, too. Perhaps that would lead to more success with Technorati tags, too. There’s so much I don’t know; so many fascinating and useful tools!

I took off to visit my injured brother for a few days just when the new template was about to launch. This would have been fine if (and that’s a big IF) I’d been able to get online. As it was, his home internet wireless is weak, and his dial-up is quite slow. I could receive email but not answer it, and that made it tough to communicate with Margalit while she was putting together the finishing touches. My solution was (you guessed it) a trip to Starbucks. Their new orange mango banana smoothie is delicious.

Now that it’s up and running, I’m thrilled. Yippee! Compost Happens gets a makeover! And I don’t even have to weed or water it!

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>Thanks, Campbell’s, and Amigo, too.

>Amigo enjoys reading recipes. He subscribes to Campbell’s Meal Mail, which send recipes to his inbox regularly. He saves his favorites, prints a few in Braille and, if I’m lucky, print. He sent this one to me, and I modified it slightly to meet my family’s tastes. It cooked up easily and turned out quite tasty. In fact, it was so quick and easy it might become a staple for my Sept.-June recipe repertoire!

Fabulous Fast Shrimp
adapted from Campbell’s Kitchen

Prep/Cook Time: 20-30 minutes (See what I mean?)

1 Tablespoon butter or margarine
1 small stalk celery, chopped thin
1/4 cup chopped green pepper
1/4 cup chopped green onion
1 small russet potato, peeled and chopped
1/4 cup fresh (or frozen, then thawed) peas
1 lb. fresh large shrimp, shelled and deveined
1 can (10 3/4 ox.) cream of chicken soup
1/2 cup water
(generous dash ground red pepper to taste – optional)
hot cooked rice or egg noodles
paprika

Hear butter in skillet over medium heat. Add celery, green pepper, green onions, and potato and cook until tender. Add shrimp and cook 3-5 minutes or until shrimp are done.
Add peas, soup, water, and red pepper (if desired) and heat through. Serve over rice or egg noodles. Sprinkle with paprika.

Daisy’s tips:
Due to Amigo’s tender tummy, I skipped the red pepper and sprinkled the whole thing with lemon & pepper instead. The original recipe called for twice as much celery. Husband doesn’t like celery, so I cut that in half.
The original recipe called for cream of mushroom soup. La Petite doesn’t do mushrooms, so I used cream of chicken. If Husband would tolerate it, cream of celery would probably work, too.
The original recipe suggested serving over rice. Amigo doesn’t like rice, so I introduced the option of egg noodles, which La Petite apparently prefers, too.
Lots of leftover rice; I’ll have to check Campbell’s Kitchen for a few ways to use this up. Sigh.

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