Edit/ - I just tried to upgrade Wordpress to 2.0. Well, many Wordpress files tell me that If I delete certain lines, the sky will fall on my head. I didn’t delete any lines, but the sky did still fall on my head. Regardless to say, i’m back to trusty 1.2 (yes, stoneages!) until James can successfully upgrade it for me. :)

Last night I went to see The Da Vinci Code with my parents and brother. I thought it was a really good movie! :) I haven’t had a chance to read the book as of yet, but I’ve read all of Dan Brown’s other books to know what to expect. Ron Howard did a wonderful job. The only flaw to the movie, I’m sorry to say, was Tom Hanks. I’ve never particularly liked Tom Hanks as an actor, but as soon as I found out that he would be playing Langdon I knew he wasn’t the right person for the character. Regardless, the movie, in my opinion, was a success. Now all I have to do is read the book.

I religiously watch Super Nanny every Friday. I watch for two reasons: 1. Entertainment value and 2. The hope that I’ll gain some great tips for when i’m a parent. My mother just Loves to critisise every little thing that Jo Frost so happens to do, be it something to do with discepline (”Just tell them to sit in a corner, facing the wall, with their hands on their heads! It works!” My mother says) or to do with encouraging the children (”You don’t ASK the child what they want to do, you just tell them to DO IT” my mother also says.) Needless to say, I was restraining my self to scream at my mother “a fat load of good your ‘helpful’ tips did us, hey mum!” My mother really is quite hopeless when it comes to things like discepline. She doesn’t understand that it’s no longer acceptable to hit a child anywhere, be it on the behind or on the hand. She doesn’t understand that screaming at a child will achieve nothing. She really does think that she’s God’s gift to childcare, even though the moment both of us kids poped out, she wished that we’d go back in. She can’t stand being a mother, but she’s hell spent on telling people how to do their jobs.

I’ve made a mental promise to myself that I will not let my mother even try to discipline, order or abuse my kids like she’s done to me. It’s not her right. If my children need disciplining, i’ll do it. If my kids need to be asked to do something, I’ll do it. I’ve lived with her careless attempts at parenthood for 18 years, and I’ll be damned if I put my kids through that kind of torture.

I know it sounds particularly ridiculous as i’m barely touching the age of 18 yet, but I really want children. I have for as long as I can remember.