Like I Have Time For This?

Or at least island-schooled. Before she joined the Army and showed off those super-secretarial skills, that is. (I’m referring, here, to that show that ran for a few years back in the 1970’s starring Lynda Carter.) RegularSis and I never missed an episode of Wonder Woman back then. Or Charlie’s Angels. Or Isis. Or Bionic Woman. Or any show back then that had women being heros. No matter how scantily-clad they were, we tuned in.

Nowadays, I cringe when I see the re-runs, but back then, we just ate it up. No one in the 70’s, after all, was paying attention to TV-viewing habits of kids like they do today. All that happy-crappy oh-my-god-look-what-they’re-watching-somebody-put-a-stop-to-it-QUICK! political double-speak didn’t really start happening until the 1980’s, and by then we’d moved on to other things like cigarettes and makeup and Bon Jovi, and there weren’t anymore female superheros anyway, except for SuperMom and you know how THAT all turned out…so….

I could go on and on and on, but I’ll stop there and explain why I’ve got Wonder Woman on my mind.

Holly over at And So It Goes has passed me this little gem:

and said very nice things about me as she passed it, for which I remain eternally grateful, not just that people come here and read this drivel, but also that they somehow find meaning in it, or at least the will to make it through to lunch time as we slog through yet another day that is the adventure of homeschooling.

Holly said in her blog that she suspected I just might have a couple of golden bracelets, and ya know, maybe I do. Maybe every time I hear stories of violence in schools, or the ever-increasingly common occurance of sexual assaults on children in schools, and then I also hear other people who (for whatever unknown reasons feel upset and threatened by the idea of homeschooling) denigrate homeschoolers in usually incredibly obtuse ways, maybe every time that happens, all I need to do is raise my arms just so and the magic golden bracelets wrapped around my wrists will automatically deflect the bullshit and I’ll conquer the insanity.

And if you look up in the sky one day and you see the incredibly bizarre sight of a woman who looks as if she’s reclining behind the wheel of a car as she sails through the air, don’t worry. It’s just me in my invisible jet (which for reasons I will never fully understand because I slept through public high school science, does not render ME invisible, just the jet itself) on my way somewhere to defend some homeschooler from the hapless, thoughtless, frightened comments of someone who just doesn’t understand homeschooling, because if they did understand it, they’d be doing everything in their power to BE homeschooling.

But I won’t be wearing that glitzy bathing suit. Because there’s no way I could pull that off. Ever. Thank God.

Many thanks to you, Holly, for this award. I pass it on to all of you. You are all wonderous in your own ways. And you deserve it.

Now it’s time for me to go dip one of the old jump ropes in some gold paint and wrap it around the kids to get the truth out of them regarding the open package of cookies on the counter top. I think it’ll work, too. And after that, I’ve got to make some lunch.