Before I ran my teenager up to school today, I called her into my office to watch the video I posted below. (Sorry, YouTube deleted it off my blog. Click here for the URL.) It depicts a horrific car crash caused by three teenaged girls who were texting while driving.
So she's watching and seems pulled in by the scenes where the girls are laughing and texting some boy one of them likes. I think she can relate. Then the crash happens, and she sees the girls being thrown around in the car as they are hit from all sides. Quite graphic and disturbing. Lots of blood.
She then turns to me with this disgusted look on her face and says, "Why did you want me to watch this??" Then she stomps indignantly out of the room.
I tried to bring it up on the ride to school, and she shut me down. She said she didn't want to think about it. So, that's good, right? The way I look at it, if just 15 seconds of that video sticks with her for a while, maybe, just MAYBE it will make her a more cautious driver.
My parenting style normally doesn't include scare tactics. But in this instance, I think it was necessary.
I'm just trying to keep my teenager alive . . .
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Why Teens Shouldn't Text When Driving
My friend, Kathy Sena, over at Parent Talk Today has posted a blog that parents and teenagers really must read. It includes a public service announcement made in England that is one of the most intense and realistic videos of a car crash that I have ever seen. When my daughter gets up tomorrow morning, we'll be watching it together. It will be a rude awakening, indeed.
This video hammers home the dangers of texting while driving. We all do it. But teens are especially at risk for getting in car accidents if they are texting because they are inexperienced drivers who are easily distracted.
My daughter turns 16 next month, and videos like this scare me. I hope it scares her enough, too, to put her compulsion to text-message on hold when she takes the wheel in a few short months.
Watch for yourself . . . (Click here. YouTube deleted the video from my blog, the boogers!)
This video hammers home the dangers of texting while driving. We all do it. But teens are especially at risk for getting in car accidents if they are texting because they are inexperienced drivers who are easily distracted.
My daughter turns 16 next month, and videos like this scare me. I hope it scares her enough, too, to put her compulsion to text-message on hold when she takes the wheel in a few short months.
Watch for yourself . . . (Click here. YouTube deleted the video from my blog, the boogers!)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A New Life Up North

Oh, God, it's been a long time since I blogged! I'm not even sure I remember how. I feel like a virgin on her wedding night, all nervous and unsure. When you stop blogging, it becomes easier and easier not to dedicate yourself to it every day. Life takes over. Priorities become more clear. THINGS GET DONE! I didn't realize how much time I was wasting sitting on my ass in front of the computer until I stopped blogging.
But I had to kick the habit for a while because my daughters and I moved up north to a smaller town and a simpler life. After living in The O.C. for 23 years, I had had enough of Paradise and the pursuit of perfection, and decided what really mattered was being around my family. It's funny. I left this area so many years ago to get away from my family, and they are the reason I have returned -- with a family of my own to add to the mix!
I felt guilty at first, dragging my daughters away from a place where they were born and raised, away from friends they have known for practically all their lives. But that little voice inside me, the one that is always right, kept assuring me that something much better awaited them up here. And darnit if that know-it-all voice wasn't right again! We were immediately embraced by a very large circle of sisters and brothers and cousins and aunts and uncles and dogs and cats and babies yet unborn. They didn't care that we had been gone so long. They were just glad we had found our way home. We are now A-Listers at all the family BBQs and get-togethers. We are like the new toy at Christmas that everyone wants to play with. My children and I are where we belong, surrounded by love and lasting connection. And the sense of peace is indescribable.
They do things differently up here. For one, my daughters already started school, while SoCal kids are still enjoying a lazy summer at the beach. I was worried about their first day of school. Would they meet new friends right away? Or would they be sitting alone at lunch, which is always the kiss of death for any new kid. I was especially concerned about my teenager, who is a junior now. Starting over midway through high school is a real challenge, but she was up for it. She told me before we moved that she was ready for a change, too.
Five minutes after I dropped her off at school that first day, I get a text message from her that said, "I feel like I'm going to throw up!" (Oh, no, now I really felt guilty!) She met a few people that day, but she still felt like an outsider. We had a long talk that night, about birds of a feather flocking together or something and such. I told her to be patient, that she would eventually find her flock.
But I had to kick the habit for a while because my daughters and I moved up north to a smaller town and a simpler life. After living in The O.C. for 23 years, I had had enough of Paradise and the pursuit of perfection, and decided what really mattered was being around my family. It's funny. I left this area so many years ago to get away from my family, and they are the reason I have returned -- with a family of my own to add to the mix!
I felt guilty at first, dragging my daughters away from a place where they were born and raised, away from friends they have known for practically all their lives. But that little voice inside me, the one that is always right, kept assuring me that something much better awaited them up here. And darnit if that know-it-all voice wasn't right again! We were immediately embraced by a very large circle of sisters and brothers and cousins and aunts and uncles and dogs and cats and babies yet unborn. They didn't care that we had been gone so long. They were just glad we had found our way home. We are now A-Listers at all the family BBQs and get-togethers. We are like the new toy at Christmas that everyone wants to play with. My children and I are where we belong, surrounded by love and lasting connection. And the sense of peace is indescribable.
They do things differently up here. For one, my daughters already started school, while SoCal kids are still enjoying a lazy summer at the beach. I was worried about their first day of school. Would they meet new friends right away? Or would they be sitting alone at lunch, which is always the kiss of death for any new kid. I was especially concerned about my teenager, who is a junior now. Starting over midway through high school is a real challenge, but she was up for it. She told me before we moved that she was ready for a change, too.
Five minutes after I dropped her off at school that first day, I get a text message from her that said, "I feel like I'm going to throw up!" (Oh, no, now I really felt guilty!) She met a few people that day, but she still felt like an outsider. We had a long talk that night, about birds of a feather flocking together or something and such. I told her to be patient, that she would eventually find her flock.
As it turned out, her flock found her. She has been at this new high school for only three days, and today in homeroom, the entire class "interviewed" her. They asked her all sorts of questions about herself and where she came from. The question that was on everyone's mind was, "You lived in Orange County and moved HERE? Why??" (That's the question I get from everyone, too.) So when she walked into the lunch area, about 4-5 people from her homeroom were shouting at her to come sit with them. One guy yelled, "Hey, there's the OC girl!" She was at the center of a bidding war.
On the way home she said, "I really love my new school!"
Boxes are unpacked, kids are settled into school, new friendships are being forged. Operation Relocation is complete.
And we're going to be just fine.
On the way home she said, "I really love my new school!"
Boxes are unpacked, kids are settled into school, new friendships are being forged. Operation Relocation is complete.
And we're going to be just fine.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Where Have I Been??

Please push aside the moss that has grown over my blog and let’s try to pick up where we left off. (I’ve been in the throes of moving out of OC. Priorities, sorry!)
A lot has happened since I last posted: Our country became another year older, we lost an angel and buried Michael Jackson (still unbelievable to me!), Walter Cronkite is no longer with us (there have been quite a few celebrity deaths, come to think of it), John and Kate are divorcing (who cares, right?), Obama lied again (not sure about what, but it’s probably an accurate statement anyway), a Texas man returned from rehabilitation from an auto accident to discover that a bird had pooped the image of the Virgin Mary on the sideview mirror of his car (click here), one zillion more people started Twittering (just a rough guess) and my teenager grew a half-inch taller.
Life continues to amaze me and stress me out at the same time.
This is not a normal summer for me and my daughters. We’re moving soon and have been dividing our time between packing, purging our junk, attending various good-bye parties, scouting out new homes up north and squeezing in the last-ever appointments with OC doctors. There has been some swimming and a few beach trips in between, but for the most part, our summer has centered around THE BIG MOVE.
I’ll have to say I am very proud of my teenager. She is such a trooper regarding this move. She’ll be a junior in the fall, and instead of worrying about starting a new school midway into her high school years, she is very excited about it. She says she needs a change, too, and looks forward to new alliances with new people.
Brave girl with a good attitude. Her mom must have raised her right.
A lot has happened since I last posted: Our country became another year older, we lost an angel and buried Michael Jackson (still unbelievable to me!), Walter Cronkite is no longer with us (there have been quite a few celebrity deaths, come to think of it), John and Kate are divorcing (who cares, right?), Obama lied again (not sure about what, but it’s probably an accurate statement anyway), a Texas man returned from rehabilitation from an auto accident to discover that a bird had pooped the image of the Virgin Mary on the sideview mirror of his car (click here), one zillion more people started Twittering (just a rough guess) and my teenager grew a half-inch taller.
Life continues to amaze me and stress me out at the same time.
This is not a normal summer for me and my daughters. We’re moving soon and have been dividing our time between packing, purging our junk, attending various good-bye parties, scouting out new homes up north and squeezing in the last-ever appointments with OC doctors. There has been some swimming and a few beach trips in between, but for the most part, our summer has centered around THE BIG MOVE.
I’ll have to say I am very proud of my teenager. She is such a trooper regarding this move. She’ll be a junior in the fall, and instead of worrying about starting a new school midway into her high school years, she is very excited about it. She says she needs a change, too, and looks forward to new alliances with new people.
Brave girl with a good attitude. Her mom must have raised her right.
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Holy Turnaround!

Can you believe it? I turn my back for one second and my daughters run to the nearest church.
They’ve been attending weekly Bible Studies and have insisted that I drive them to Sunday services. My tween has even been carrying around in her purse a bible that her friend gave her. Today she came into my room and proudly announced that she has memorized five of the 10 commandments. Then she proceeded to quiz me on how many I knew. (I rattled off eight, and then drew a blank.)
To understand how really odd – and amazing – this turn of events is, you need to know that we are not very religious people. Spiritual, yes. But not religious. We never say grace, we don’t attend church on Christmas day and on Sundays, we worship at the House of Pancakes.
I don’t know how they have come into the light, or how long this new discovery will hold their interest, but I am really happy they are there. Maybe someday I will join them.
Meanwhile, the bizarre behavior continues. Last week, my teen announced she was a vegetarian and both my daughters begged me NOT to buy ice cream anymore.
What the HELL is wrong with kids these days?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
We're On Holiday!
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