hope you each get all the sugar you need... 

Before the fun, some frustration.

I try, I realllly try sometimes, to give humankind the benefit of the doubt. But then I overhear a conversation like I did today. I'm on the bus with my kid, heading off to meet hubby en route to New Comic Book Day.... and this guy, who is loud, and who has been saying hello to every other person who gets on the bus, suddenly gets asked a question, "Hey, where are you going now?"

His answer started with a humble "Oh, Open Door," continuing, "and I guess Upper Room for dinner," two local soup kitchens (for lack of a better term). Then, he says, "But I think tonight I'll go to the UVic Bar, and talk to some women." Ohhhh-kayyy. I'm fine until he says, "Yeah, I've been doing a lot of landscaping so I've got a lot of money in my wallet, so I figure I can afford the extra beers." Inside, I am SCREAMING to myself, "Yeah, because you're not spending money on FOOD, moron!"

So tell me, how do I explain that mindset to my kid... or shield her from it? How can I raise her to give the benefit of the doubt, to have an ounce of trust, when mine is constantly being tested and eroded?

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In happier news, New Comic Book Day has brought into our home Books of Magic: Life During Wartime #4 (for both of us), Doom Patrol #3 (for hubby), The Witching #1-2 (for me) and Mickey Mouse #268 -- destined to become a classic I am sure (for the kid).

Blue's Clues Jumps the Shark

Blue's Clues, formerly one of the best kids shows on TV has definitelyjumped the shark. The kid and I had been fairly well insulated from his Joe-ness, the syrupy-sweet and slightly dim replacement for the awesome Steve Burns by Treehouse's constant reruns of the older shows.

Now, they have added a segment called Blue's Room which is even worse than adding Joe! How much worse? Imagine the craptacularity of most kid-show costumes (dare I mention Barney?) and/or any successful-franchise-on-ice costume. Now give one to Blue and let her talk. No more friendly "ow-bow-bow!" nope. Now she dances with her talking jukebox and talks about her feelings. Ugh. Allegedly the segments are supposed to develop communcation skills. Ummm... shouldn't someone in real life be working on that with the kids?

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Road rave

As I pulled up to a stoplight on my way into work this drizzly grey afternoon, my CD player kicked into the next tune on my Halloween mix -- an odd little ditty called Vampire Sushi by Old Time Relijun that sounds like early B-52s -- and I noticed the car in front of me had a Dancing Elvis hanging in its rear window. He was dancing and swingin and swivelling those hips as I followed and it put a twisted little smile on my face for the rest of the ride.