Fandango’s Provocative Question #126

It’s been awhile since I answered one of Fandango’s Provocative Questions but this one jumped out at me. You can click on the link to find out more!

“Are you fully vaccinated against COVID-19 yet? And if not, why the fuck not?”

Yes, I am fully vaccinated. It has only been one month and I was shocked to realize this. It felt like at least three or four months ago that I got my first dose. Wow! COVID time (as we call it) is SOOOOOO SLOW! No wonder I’m still having a difficult time feeling any sort of level of comfort without a mask and therefore not even close to going without. Especially as I see more people ditching theirs.

I have my own crackpot theory about a lot of the folks I see without masks. I think they are not vaccinated and just taking advantage of not having to be harassed about not wearing the masks. And I think the majority of the mask wearers are like me, vaccinated and cautious. My logic is that the antimaskers hardly wore masks when covid was running rampant through our towns- why on earth would they do the RIGHT thing and suddenly wear a mask now?????

I live in the Midwest- near Chicago. Our numbers are down and everyone around me is acting as if covid is gone. And yet, I spend most of my time with a six year old who is obviously not vaccinated. Maybe the odds are against me getting COVID and spreading it to him. But I can’t help but worry that I might. Besides, as long as he has to wear a mask, his closest adults are also wearing masks when out with him. This kid has been a covid rockstar- following all safety measures and wearing a mask for school and therapy without a word of complaint. It’s the least we can do. Besides, I want him to be safe. I would never forgive myself if I got him sick.

People are respectful of my decision to not burn my mask and attend the next 300 person party I’m invited to. My bubble people are slightly less cautious than I am, which means they have eaten in public places… but that’s about as wild as we have gotten here in my house.

Anyone who really knows me is not surprised by any of this.

Until next time, please stay safe.


To Know or Not to Know

We are an Elf on the Shelf family. I freely admit it. I know the elf can be a love it or hate it tradition. For our family, it is a fun tradition. My adult children like taking part in the scenarios when they are home. (I admit that I’ve caught wind of this elf being pretty mischievous when in the hands of the “big” kids after hours.)

A few years ago, our elf, Twizzler, went missing and Jack, his temporary replacement showed up. I wrote an update last year in Elf Business.

Twizzler remains missing but he has not been forgotten by nine year old CJ. Four year old Beej, having no real memories of Twizzler has little interest in the elf prior to Jack.

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Jack has settled into being our family elf. Sometimes it seems like he’s pretty secure in his position with our family, which leads me to wonder if he had a hand in Twizzler’s disappearance. ?!?!?!

Seriously, this leads me to Fandango’s Provocative Question #4 “Is it better to know or is it better to not know?”

Being the person who is in charge of elf management in our family, I’m responsible for the care and keeping of our elves. (We currently have a total of 4 or 5, depending on if you count poor Twizzler. Along with Jack, there is Ginger-my office elf, Jack’s friend who will be visiting this week to join in Jack’s antics, and the mystery elf who sits on top of a mirror with a bag of coal, who just appeared one day without explanation.)

But I can’t let go of the Case of the Missing Elf- especially since he was my responsibility. One year I put him away in a safe location, where he would not be accidentally missing-twizzlerdiscovered. Confident that I would remember where he was, I did not take note. And when I went looking for him, he was no where to be found. I know the general vicinity, I THINK! It’s going on three years now……

So, as I thought about Fandango’s Provocative Question, I can honestly say that I think it’s better to know. This extends beyond missing elves for me. Being a worrier and over thinker, I would rather know and put some of those hot topics that keep me up at night to rest. Even if it’s not good, I would rather know than not.

There are some things that I don’t need to know immediately, but many fall under the “better to know” heading. Whether Beej is going to develop “R” and “L” sounds is not a pressing matter. If I’m going to pull off the holidays successfully playing musical children and juggling when to do what is another I don’t need to know. What happens will happen.

But when it comes to others, I would rather know what I’m facing than wonder. I tend to be realistic and don’t have much time for the “head in the clouds/ floating around in oblivion” mentality. (Something tells me those people might prefer not to know.) If I had some answers, I could better wrap my head around the answers and move forward instead of wondering when, what, where?

One thing is for certain. I really want to know what happened to Twizzler!

How about you- do you prefer to know or not to know? (And I welcome any and all leads on my missing elf!)




To Be a Guy

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Fandango, over at This, That, and The Other posted the first of what I hope will be a continuing challenge of provocative questions.

“If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?”

As you may or may not know, I have a gender fluid child. That being said, this question really is provocative to me because it strikes a chord. Over the past seven years, I’ve had time to think about gender and what it means on so many different levels. Accepting that my middle child’s gender identity fluctuates and isn’t always 100% aligned with the female body she was given has been a learning process for me. I always thought gender was set in stone and you were either a girl or a boy. Now I know that is not the case.

This isn’t going to be a post debating thoughts on gender and a person’s gender identity. But I am applying my experience to my response.

I’m a girl. Plain and simple. Whether I’m dressed and made up or wearing my favorite jeans, hoodie and Converse, I’m always a girl. SO- if I was to wake up one day and I was a guy? Well, I would freak out! The thought of having all that HAIR and guy appendages just makes me shudder. Those things are fine on the guys I know but I sure don’t want them. And you can charge me with gender bias but those things I’ve grown (and been raised) to expect guys to do, I don’t want to do. I have no doubt that I could do them. What are those things to which I refer? I’m not even sure. Maybe the car stuff and some house maintenance….. I would just prefer not to do them. If I was a guy, would I also be relinquishing my responsibilities? But then, who would be doing them? How would they get done. Let me guess- they would be waiting for me (kids in crisis and all that fun) when I turned back into me, right?

Am I overthinking it? Since it’s me, probably.

But the bra…… I definitely would not miss the bra!

Fandango’s Provocative Question #1

Happy Friday!