Some Things are Better Left Un-spokeo-n

Denise has an important Public Service Announcement regarding online privacy and the people-search website Spokeo.

You’ll probably want to get your listing taken out of there. I know I did. The amount of information that was provided was kind of scary–and in some cases, appallingly inaccurate.

For example, my profile reported that I live in a $1 million+ home. Yeah, RIGHT! I’m not even sure there are homes valued at that much in this three-town zip code!

The website is exceedingly slow to use, but it’s worth the time to get your private information out of there. Yes, someone could find it all in other places, but it wouldn’t be as easy as typing in ONE search term.

Scrupulous Much?

This morning as I fixed Little Brother’s hair, I sprayed some water on his head and said, “It’s raining!” Then I began singing the refrain from “It’s Raining Men.”

“Mom, it’s Lent! You’re not supposed to say that word!” he scolded me.

Guess that means George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord” is also out for the next 5 days. At least when Little Brother is around.

Prayer Request

…for my dad! He had a fainting spell in church today. He was taken to the hospital and has had a few tests, as he’s had a pacemaker since 1983. So far, everything shows that he’s fine. It might be a touch of Whatever Virus is Going Around. The doctor says if all the rest of the tests come up negative (which really is a positive thing) then he can be discharged in the morning.

I can’t get there today: I’m over 2 hours away from there and flying solo this afternoon, so no one to chauffeur my kids who aren’t at home at the moment. So I’m kind of feeling helpless.

UPDATE: they finally got him set up with a phone so I got to chat with my dad for a few minutes this evening. All indications at this point are that he has some kind of stomach-flu thing. He’s on IV fluids and is not feeling well, but he’s angry that he has to miss his class tomorrow (he’s a college prof) and cranky because he can’t be home. I made the strategic error of opining that if he’s got a stomach flu, he’s better where he is so he can stay on the IV and stay hydrated. He was not happy to hear my thoughts on that matter. My guess is, since he’s moved from freaked out to cranky, it’s not serious. Thank God!

Recovery Is Slow!

My surgery was ten weeks ago, and while I was back in the kitchen after two weeks or so and doing light housework after three, I’m not ready to say that I’ve completely returned to normal activities.

Today I spent a chunk of time in the kitchen giving some extra attention to the work table and countertops in there. What a mess. Standards have slipped, folks. I guess that’s how it goes.

Then I moved over to the dining room, because the windows were absolutely disgusting. I’m not exaggerating. They were gross. I could see how dirty they were from twenty paces (the other end of the living room). But those tilt-in-for-easy-cleaning windows are heavy, and I really wanted to be “done” after I did the first one. It would have made a nice before-and-after visual, if I wanted to show my family just how awful the mess can get, but I sucked it up and got it done.

And now I’m done. Well, except for dinner, which is slow cooking, so that’s all good.

I’m having a hard time being patient with my own level of fatigue. Hopefully that will improve soon! I know it’s better than it was, but I’m not where I want to be.

I Have to Think of These Things Now

Two of my kids have “well-child visits” scheduled with their doctor this afternoon. Middle Sister’s visit will include the doctor’s signing of athletic participation forms for the spring track season. Since she has already received medical forms for high-school sports, I called the school nurse to ask if the doctor could fill those out today as well.

My sister said that the sports physical for next year has to be after July 1, but our school nurse said that today’s physical will take her right through the end of next school year (that’s right, including spring sports in 2011!)

That’s great news as far as I’m concerned, not only because I save the fee our doctor charges for filling out these forms outside of an appointment, but because, well, I’m just not certain that at this time next year, health care will be as accessible as it is today.

Middle Sister glanced at the newspaper headlines today and asked me what the health-care reform bill meant. I explained a little bit about what rationed care means. I told her that if someone got sick, the decision about whether that person should receive certain treatments, medications, or surgeries would become less and less the decision of that person’s doctor and more and more the decision of the health-care system (ultimately, the U.S. government.) I gave the example of a woman we know who recently passed away after her third bout of cancer in ten years–all after the age of 75. Would she have received chemo that second and third time around?

She thought about that for a minute and decided that it’s in her best interests to stay healthy.

I have friends in Canada who can’t call their primary-care doctor or child’s pediatrician and get a “sick visit” on the same day. And I am grateful to live here in the U.S. where I can schedule a same-day “sick visit” if one is needed. Access to health care is not something I take for granted. And now that the government is going to be in charge of it, I’m not sure it’s even something I can count on.

Bumper sticker pictured above available at zazzle.com.

Dear Congressman Stupak,

Looking out for the greater good never involves giving in to a provision that will lead to the death of millions of innocent unborn babies. That executive order is worthless.

Committed and Challenged to Serve

Big Brother has been offered a “jackpot” scholarship package by LaSalle University, which was my top pick for him even before scholarship offers were on the table. I was impressed with the university for many reasons, not the least of which was the interest in the prospective students that was displayed by professors, department chairs, deans, and others at the Open House we attended last fall.

One of the three scholarships Big Brother was offered at LaSalle was academic: a half-tuition award. The second was the Community Service Scholarship, requiring a separate application, special recommendations, and a personal interview. This one offers money toward tuition and a perk: he’d be guaranteed a spot in a certain (air-conditioned) dorm. All the Community Service Scholars live in this desirable location and participate in certain activities as a small community. In return, he would commit to 10 hours per week of community service.

Finally, he just learned yesterday that he is also offered a Liturgical Music Scholarship. He’s been playing the guitar and mandolin at Mass for just under a year (the first time was last Easter) and he’s scored a scholarship for this! Clearly I went to the wrong college, because I was never offered a scholarship for doing something that I willingly did for free, twice every weekend. In return for this scholarship, he will have to commit to playing at a certain number of campus Masses.

I won’t have to worry that he isn’t making time for Sunday Mass now.

What impresses me about these two (non-academic) scholarships is that they are offered at all. Clearly the University wants to make a point: by rewarding service such as community service and music ministry, the University shows how important and valuable such service is. I know that my son, given the opportunity, would find a way to continue working with Habitat for Humanity or other service organizations, and I’m quite confident that he’s going to want to keep participating in music ministry (something he does twice every weekend, at two different churches, just because he enjoys it so much). He would do that without any financial compensation. But he is being challenged now, by these awards. His challenge is to make time in his student’s schedule for serving others, to balance his commitment to schoolwork with his commitment to the community, to give up some of his free time that might otherwise be spent playing video games and instead use it to help others.

So I’m proud that he has received these offers and excited about the opportunity he has been given. What a gift!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me, Christ within me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ at my right, Christ at my left,…
Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks to me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I bind to myself today
The strong virtue of an invocation of the Trinity,
I believe the Trinity in the Unity
The Creator of the Universe.
–from Saint Patrick’s Breastplate, popularly attributed to the saint

A New One on Me

Adventure Boy is here, and he and Little Brother are playing Nerf basketball, as it’s too rainy to play basketball outside. It’s getting dark in the family room.

“Why don’t you guys turn on the light?” I suggested.

“We don’t need to,” Little Brother told me.

Adventure Boy chimed in, “We’re blind mice!”

If the Suit Fits

I have the feeling that clothing manufacturers are fooling with sizes.

Little Brother inherited all of Big Brother’s old stuff that was still in wearable condition.  This included the Communion Suit. I think Big Brother wore it twice.

But Little Brother fit in that suit last August, when he wore it to Pop’s funeral. He wore it again on Christmas, and I realized that there was no way it would still fit in May for Little Brother’s First Communion.

Big Brother’s old suit was a size 7, so I ordered a new suit in size 8. Despite the fact that Little Brother has grown since Christmas and Big Brother’s suit is definitely too small for him now, this size 8 is absolutely huge. Well, the jacket is fine–but the pants are quite big.

With a good belt and a hemming job (I can do that!) we can make this suit work. The good news is, Little Brother will have this suit to wear for a good long time to come.

But I just don’t get how the jump from a 10-year-old size 7 to a present-day size 8 involves FOUR inches in the waist and three in the length.

I guess they are growing kids bigger these days. However, that doesn’t mean I am in favor of anything as silly as taxes on sugary beverages.

But it would make organizing the hand-me-downs a lot easier if manufacturers kept their size standards, well, standard.