This so does not sound like me
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Can it be?
It seems that Hesiod
is back, at least temporarily. I'm glad - he offers topical, cutting, and amusing political commentary. So much to read, so little time . . .
The inmates are running the asylum
Monday, August 30, 2004
I swear, this
is just insane.
The Justice Department tipped its hand in its ongoing legal war with the ACLU over the Patriot Act. Because the matter is so sensitive, the Justice Dept is allowed to black out those passages in the ACLU's court filings that it feels should not be publicly released.
Ostensibly, they would use their powers of censorship only to remove material that truly could jeopardize US operations. But in reality, what did they do? They blacked out a quotation from a Supreme Court decision:
"The danger to political dissent is acute where the Government attempts to act under so vague a concept as the power to protect 'domestic security.' Given the difficulty of defining the domestic security interest, the danger of abuse in acting to protect that interest becomes apparent."
The mind reels at such a blatant abuse of power (and at the sheer chutzpah of using national security as an excuse to censor a quotation about using national security as an excuse to stifle dissent).
Will post fun stuff about the great weekend I had at Carol's a bit later.
Friday, August 27, 2004
is just beautiful.
And this article
by Mark Morford in the SF Gate is on target. I've been thinking lately, is half our country smoking crack? Why don't they see? Seriously.
Credit to PCBNN
Yes, it's a thing of beauty. The World's Shortest Blog
Found this on First-Draft
Yep, that's about right
pretty much sums it up.
See, I've been feeling a little burned out on a variety of fronts lately. You may have noticed.
I decided, with some pushing from my dear husband, that it might be nice to get away for a couple of days. So I'm going to go visit Carol Ann, heading out this afternoon and coming back on Sunday. We'll have fun, just hanging out and doing a variety of things - haven't really decided what we're doing yet.
I'm looking forward to actually being able to catch up with CA, because whenever she comes down here to see us, it's all about Lauren. It's kind of hard to visit with a preschooler demanding attention from her audience. I'm more than a mommy, although she certainly is the center of my world, don'tchaknow. But I will miss Mark and Lauren terribly. I've never voluntarily gone away from Lauren since she was born. I have had a trip for work that required overnights because the meeting was in far western Kentucky. I've been away from her a grand total of two nights in her life.
Last night, when I talked to Lauren about being gone this weekend, she was nonchalant. Not so much this morning.
Screaming fits. Accompanied by tears, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.
"Mommy, I want you to ride with me to school!"
"Mommy, I don't want to go to school, I want to stay here with you!"
"Mommy, PLEASE don't leave!!!!!!!!!!"
Just in case
Thursday, August 26, 2004
In case you missed our next President on The Daily Show a couple of nights ago, click here
for a link to the entire interview, in Quicktime. It's huge, by the way, so if you're on dialup I don't know how it will work for you.
Another good article
(can't remember where I found it or I'd credit them) is a good summary of how neoconservatives are shaping the language of politics, and how liberals can even the field. It's a good read, and I think that Kerry's campaign is doing more of this lately.
Yesterday evening after supper, I was trying to have some quiet to read the paper. I know, that's asking a lot with a preschooler in the house, but I was determined. I told Lauren she needed to find a quiet activity, no movies, without me. I gave her some options, like coloring, finger painting (this stuff
is pure genius), playing with her LeapPad, looking at books. She didn't like any of my suggestions, of course.
Eventually, when she realized that I really wasn't going to play with her, she decided that she wanted to work on writing her letters. Yesterday at school, they worked on tracing the letters of their names. Lauren has known how to spell her first name for a long time, but never was particularly interested in writing it. On our coffee table was a book that her grandmother got for her that she'd never touched. I left it out in case she ever decided to use it. See, I know my kid - no pushing her, just leave things out where she
can decide when she wants to use them. This book is full of lined paper, and the inside front cover shows all the upper and lower-case letters.
She asked me for a pen, and then she settled down on the floor. In a few minutes, she asked me to help her draw an E. I got down on the floor with her, and talked her through making that letter. She had already written the L, A, U, and R. She finished with an N.
SHE WROTE HER NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We ran back to our bedroom where Mark was folding laundry so that she could show him. We were both thrilled, and she was so proud of herself. Huge
snaps for my girl. Then she wanted Mark to help her find all the many letters of our last name, and she wrote all those letters. Then she wanted me to write her middle name so that she could trace the letters.
This morning, she wanted to be sure to take her notepad in her backpack so that she could show "Mrs. Estill and all my friends . . ."
I never thought of that
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
I enjoyed reading this article
about "tricks of the trade" in a variety of professions. I admit to having used a couple of the computer oriented ones myself. Now I want to think of more!
The Telephone Game
Usually, Dana Milbank annoys the living hell out of me. But he's making sense here
. I get so tired of this nonsense. I wish they'd all (Republicans and
Democrats) quit spinning everything so much. Of course, it would also be nice if our Fourth Estate
did their job with an eye toward ethics and the truth instead of ratings and circulation. But what do I know?
could be amusing. Enjoy!
This sounds fun
Har dee har har
. Mark your calendars - September 2nd, 10:00 p.m.
In other news
My husband likes to make fun of my driving. He thinks I get up to speed too fast, and that I tailgate.
He is wrong. The tailgating thing is the only part that could be remotely considered true. But only in Lexington, where if there are 2 or 3 car lengths between your car and the one in front of you, someone will cut in.
Lexington people, am I right?
I almost never speed, even on the interstate. I may go up to near 70, but most of the time I set the cruise control at 65. In town, I stick to the speed limit and drive defensively.
This morning, after dropping Lauren off at school, Mark got a speeding ticket. Something like 52 in a 35 mph zone. He did not have the proof of insurance in the car, although of course we have insurance.
I have had only one speeding ticket in my life. In 1991. On a 55 mph rural road that suddenly dropped to 35 around a small community - I didn't know the road well, so I didn't know the change was coming until I got to it. The cop got me right as I hit the sign that showed the new speed limit - as he admitted, I was already slowing down, but I was still going 45. I just paid the fine, because I was
technically speeding. Plus, it was a state trooper, and there's no point arguing with those guys.
This is Mark's 3rd or 4th ticket in 10 years. It is to laugh.
Here's a lovely takedown
of the whores at Fox, the New York Post, the Wall Street Journal, and the Washington Times. Found this on TAPPED
It's enjoyable reading, even though I'm sick to death of the Swift Boat Liars. I like to see the media bias pointed out. I mean, obviously, I'm a liberal, but most of my news sources (with the obvious exception of newspapers and most TV) are open about their biases. I hate it when nutjobs like those at Fox try to act like they're sane. Fair and Balanced - yeah right.
Work is busy today; I launched a new project this am, and am still working out the kinks. Don't expect much from me today.
Ooh, but do go read this
. Brilliant move by Kerry.
Do not pass go
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Do not collect $200. You must watch The Daily Show
tonight. According to Corrente
, our next President will be on for an extended interview. Must-see TV.
And I love this, from the Washington Post
Q: Why are you having Kerry go on "The Daily Show" for his first national TV interview since Swifties for Bush went on the attack, instead of a traditional news show?
A: How would that help us?
That is a laugh riot, right there.
I love Talking Points Memo
, go read Krugman. Bugmenot
is good for those pesky usernames and passwords required by too many media websites.
Vague pop culture references
Yesterday's post was brought to you by:
"Pronouns? We don't need no stinkin' pronouns."
I must've been in a hurry!
And goodness gracious, (since I am just ever-so-slightly on the obsessive compulsive side) I wanted to confirm my shaky memory before mangling that quote from Blazing Saddles
, and I found this page
. Lots of time on his hands, you think?
The internet sure is a funny place sometimes.
Not much to say
Monday, August 23, 2004
Can't think of much to post, so I'll give you a boring recitation of the weekend highlights. Saturday, took Lauren to a paint-your-own-pottery type place, much fun. Went to Equus Run in the evening, met up with Anne, her mom, & some friends; a great time was had by all.
Mark's mom sat with Lauren, as my folks had previous plans on Saturday night. While we were gone, Lauren had a fit of the screaming meemees about using the bathroom with her there, and Mark's mom actually seemed to "get" that her hateful criticism had hurt the child's feelings. They worked it out, it seems. Damn shame it takes a 3 year old to teach a grandmother that words and actions have consequences, but whatever.
Sunday, to the lake with L, Mom, Dad, Scott & Julie & the kids, much fun, very tired. I'm still
tired despite a solid night's sleep, the sun really took it out of us, along with hours swimming in the pool and in the lake.
Work is busy for a change today, in a sucky kind of way but at least it keeps me occupied. Hope your day is more exciting than mine. Oh, and that work-busy-crap means I don't have time to install a new design today. Maybe later this week.
Friday, August 20, 2004
I'm thinking about separating out home & family stuff from political stuff. Basically, I'd have two separate blogs, with this one being the politics. There would be a link to a "Lauren & Mark" blog, basically. It might be passworded, haven't decided yet. Thoughts?
Warning warning warning
Thursday, August 19, 2004
I feel a redesign coming on . . . maybe tomorrow. Must watch the Olympics at night. Did you see Paul Hamm
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
out. What a great idea . . .
Oh, and check this
out too. I like this chick's attitude.
Check out this 4 part series
following two brothers as they get married. One is gay, one is straight. It is well worth reading. I found this on AmericaBlog
. Enjoy, and don't forget to look at the pictures too. What joy!
All together now, awwwwwww
My child this morning, after I kissed her on the cheek:
"Mommy, I'm going to take the love from the kiss on my cheek and put it in my mouth. But I'm not going to eat it, I'm just going to keep it safe from all the other kids. They can get love from their
mommies. I want to keep my love."
Is there any better way to start your day?
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I received a Kerry-Edwards bumper sticker in the mail the other day, although I neither ordered it nor paid for it. I don't know where it came from, frankly, but I was glad to have it and promptly put it on my car.
I was just driving home from a trip to the library. On one stretch of road, a minivan pulled up next to me in the passing lane and started honking, with the people inside waving to me.
I'm thinking, what, did I leave something on top of the car? Is the car on fire or what?
They moved on past me, and I noticed the Kerry-Edwards 04 bumper sticker on the back of their van.
Made my day.
The roads not taken
Lori-Lyn has inspired
me, as is not uncommon. Mixed in with a beautiful piece of writing were a couple of lines that jumped out at me.
I never felt at home there. Though I had every reason to be a happy child, I was not one and in this town where I lived, I felt that I was an outsider.
I started to wonder if this feeling is universal, because I know I surely felt the same way. Looking back at my life so far is not something I often do, but I am today.
I felt at home in the hometown that Lori-Lyn and I have in common. Most of the time. But I always felt different anyway, and I never would have been described as a carefree, happy child. A couple of years ago, in casual conversation, Carol Ann's mom hit the nail on the head. To roughly paraphrase what she said to me, it was something like: "You were never really a child, you were always more like a small adult. Always so serious.
That's always how I remember feeling. Not that I couldn't wait to be a "grown-up", exactly, although that was certainly part of it. Just that I was out-of-step with others my age. Not comfortable in my own skin, that I hadn't yet grown into myself.
My entire life, I've been a completely independent cuss, and I make up my own mind. Used to drive my parents crazy, I'm sure, because they could lecture me or punish me, and it wouldn't change my mind. They could control my behavior to some extent, but they never could really alter my mindset on any particular issue once I'd made my decision. Not that they tried excessively or anything, I write quickly. They do truly value independence and self-direction. But I'm positive it was quite annoying at times when I was a teenager. I already know it can be frustrating with my own independent little girl who likes to make up her own mind. My parents laugh sometimes, because as they say, your parents always want you to have a child exactly like you. They certainly got their wish.
Now that I'm an adult, my parents will give advice, if asked. But they have long since understood that I may or may not take it. Thank whatever-may-be-up-there that I had these particular folks to raise me.
Way back when, thinking about the vague and distant future from my teens on and certainly into my twenties, I felt like I was just marking time, waiting. For something.
In my head, I knew that my thirties would be when I would feel like my insides and my outsides would finally match up. I have no idea where this thought came from, but it's proven to be prophetic. I don't always feel good about the things that happen in my life, but now, at 35, I finally feel comfortable in my own skin. And I know that I can change things that I don't like to make them more tolerable, with some inevitable consequences, of course.
I read an article
the other day, about women and worrying. I sent the link to Mark because it reminded me of his mom. He said it could have been written about him. I honestly can't relate to most of this article. I almost never worry like it describes, although I can obsess in my own special way. One of the paragraphs in the article says:
Yet adults over 65 had a lot of trouble understanding what I was describing. Despite having confronted all sorts of hardships over the decades -- illness, job demands, sending children to war, losing spouses -- most of these adults looked puzzled when asked if they ever found themselves thinking for long periods of time about how sad or anxious they felt. "Well, not very often," was the typical response. "That wouldn't be a helpful thing to do, would it?" Rather than getting trapped in overthinking, older adults had used their values and faith to cope with what life had dealt them.
Yep, that's my attitude. If I don't like something, I don't waste a lot of time stressing about it, I figure out how I'm going to change it. I'm a firm believer that we don't really control the hand we're dealt, but we get to decide how we're going to play it. Perhaps I'm really over 65, on the inside.
In all seriousness, I do occasionally look at where I am now, and I wonder sometimes how I got here. My life could have been so very different, with just a few changes. My dad could have taken one of the other jobs he was offered when I was a child, and I could have been raised in Florida or New Jersey. I could have gone away to college, out of state. Or grad school, for that matter. My first marriage could have stayed intact, or at least not crashed and burned at the exact moment it did. I could have given in to the soul-tearing depression and impotent rage I felt during that painful time. I might not have had such intensive support from a diverse and amazing group of friends to help me survive it. A different career path, more in line with my degrees, would have meant that Mark and I may never have met.
Any of those things, along with dozens of other examples, could have meant a very different life for me.
A life without Mark and Lauren
, and that thought is simply intolerable.
I wouldn't change a thing.
But definitely worth reading
. I really don't understand people sometimes. This guy is a hero, but treated like a traitor.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Go look at this picture
, and feel hope.
What a great weekend we've had. On Friday, we went up to Lexington to my parents' house for dinner. My bro and sis-in-law were there with their kids, and all the little ones had big fun playing together. On Saturday, we went up to Gatti Town
in Lexington for my niece's 3rd birthday party, which was just crazy but fun. The kids all love the carousel. After that, Mom and Dad took Lauren to their house while Mark and I did a tiny bit of shopping. Picked up Lauren, headed out to the airport to meet Mark's mom and sister. His sis is in for a visit from New Orleans. They took Lauren back to Frankfort with them, and Mark and I headed out to Equus Run
for an event they were having.
Traffic was nightmarish on that little country road; I swear there was a line of 50 cars trying to turn in. We were coming from the opposite direction, fortunately, so we got in really quickly. We pulled in, and were directed down to the ticket area, still in our car. Unfortunately, they had sold out of tickets!!! Why they didn't have signs to that effect out on the roadway I'll never know, especially since they had sold out the day before. This is the first time, to my knowledge, that they've sold out, so it was good for them, bad for us. We eventually were able to navigate to the exit, and in doing so, passed by the ampitheater area - hundreds and hundreds of people were already set up. I don't know what their capacity was for the evening, but the I understand that the last event they hosted ended up with more than 2,000 people, and it was raining that night. Next time, we'll get tickets. Lesson learned.
So we went out to dinner, and then back home. Mark's mom and sis brought L home, and we eventually got her settled down. She was kind of wired from such a busy, exciting day.
Yesterday, we met Mark's mom and sis at the Game Farm
for a picnic, and spent a few hours there. I had been there previously to walk around the lakes, have a picnic, even for meetings. But I had never been through the entire place, and boy, was it cool. Well worth the price of admission. Waitaminute, there was no cost. Well, it would have been worth a cost, anyway. L had a great time. Later, Mark's mom and sis came over to our house, and Mark and I fixed dinner for all of us. Only one small fight occurred, and Lauren wanted Aunt Kirsten to play with her instead of me, so I got a little break from all-kid, all-the-time. The fuss was with Mark's mom, of course.
I was inside with Kirsten, and L was out on the deck with Mark and his mom. She had had a little accident a few minutes before - she didn't quite make it to the bathroom in time, as is fairly common with 3 year olds. Now, this doesn't happen often, but when it does, I just clean her up, change her, and sometimes we talk about what she can do differently the next time and how to listen to her body. No big deal, right?
Until she went on the deck, and Mark's mom noticed she had on different shorts. She made a big fuss about it, at which point Lauren, embarrassed and now ashamed
, came running in to me in tears. I got her settled down a bit, and asked her to stay with Aunt Kirsten. I headed out to the deck, to find out what happened, because I couldn't get the story from L - she was too upset. I asked them what happened that upset Lauren so much. Mark's mom, after initially keeping quiet, pipes up with: "Well, I was only trying to help her, and I was getting on her about using the bathroom. You know, only little tiny babies go in their pants, and I guess she got a little upset. That's probably good for her, maybe she'll learn from it.
She seriously thinks that humiliation is good
for a child? I just looked at her, stunned. She continued: "I know, I know, you both have asked me not to push her, or to interfere, but . . .
" at which point I cut her off and said that this is exactly why we have asked her not to interfere with our parenting, and she needs to drop it, now
. She started to argue, and Mark got into it with her, but she finally, mercifully, shut the hell up. That decision may have saved her from being tossed over the side of the deck. Just kidding.
One bonus to the day - Lauren was completely worn out after all the walking in the afternoon, so once we got her settled down with a bath and a book, she didn't fuss about going to sleep for a change.
Tonight, we're having dinner over at Mark's mom's, I think. Oughta be a hoot.
I have also been in touch with the storyteller
that L loved so much. She listens to her tape every single night while she goes to sleep. Mark suggested that we check if she's available to do some storytelling for a private audience, like at Lauren's birthday party. She does do that, rarely, but charges quite a bit. I'm genetically opposed to spending lots of money on a child's birthday party, so that idea's out. Hah, one acquaintance of mine actually hosted a catered dinner for 100, complete with a clown and a pony. For her child's 1st
birthday party. Now, that's just nuts
Friday, August 13, 2004
is a must read, found it on Digby
, I think.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
I swear, this
takes me right back a few years, and not in a good way. I'll bet you a hundred dollars the wife was drugged to the eyeballs to get through that without breaking down. That poor woman, that poor man, that poor child.
This is just so wrong
. Annulling 4,000 marriages. Very nice.
Hopefully the hearings next month will provide a better result.
First, politics. How completely asinine is this statement
from a member of the press?
"We are inevitably the mouthpiece for whatever administration is in power"
That is just so wrong. And particularly coming from the Washington Post, the paper that broke Watergate. My, how things have changed.
In personal news, Lauren started school today, and was very excited. She was nervous too, but didn't want to admit it. So on the ride over there, she and I talked a bit. I told her that when I'm in a new place or with lots of new people, I get nervous and feel shy. One thing that helps me is to find one person who may feel or look scared, and talk to them. I pitched it as helping them to feel better and being a good friend, which allowed her to avoid admitting that she's scared too. So when we got to school, she kept asking me if each kid she saw was in her class. She wanted to walk up the steps herself, with us watching. As soon as we got inside and hung up her bookbag, she gave us hugs and kisses and ran straight over to another girl standing off by herself. The girl looked a little upset. The last thing I heard my girl say was "Hi, I'm Lauren. What's your name?"
Am I a good mommy or what? And do I have the coolest kid on the planet???
I like it
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
I'm not usually a fan of what I like to call "That annoying midwestern show on WUKY
", but this
I like. Maybe I'll have to try listening to that show again. Found on Corrente
I like this piece
. I like it very much. Swift Boat Veterans for Bush
, hah. Showed up for duty
, hah hah!!
Monday, August 09, 2004
Cool site for campaign swag here
, thanks to Carol Ann. Thanks, chick!
. I love this one
and this one
Short cat story - Jet had to have minor surgery today, but is ok now and back home. And still a little pissed.
Tomorrow is Lauren's last day at the day care/preschool she's attended since she was 3 months old. Can't figure out how I feel about that, but sad is a big
part of it. So I made cupcakes in ice cream cones. When all else fails, eat chocolate and have a party with your friends.
Currently watching/listening to a video of Sharpton's convention speech. What a speech!
Check out the video of Jon Stewart's interview
with Congressman Harry Bonilla. Too fricking hilarious. I'm having trouble with playing their videos for some reason. Some funky setting in Real Player or Windows Media Player, I'm sure. Hope it works for you, because it's worth it.
Oh, and most important, don't miss The Daily Show tonight! Should be a fun ride.
This is fun
on these ads.
Gosh, that sounded bossy, didn't it? Well, I am bossy.
is just as much fun, in a very different way!
Those things you never discuss
Yes, religion and politics.
I'm proud of myself. My mother-in-law came over last night for an hour or two, with several things she wanted to discuss with us. I didn't throw her out, aren't you proud?
and most easily handled was an article that she had cut out of the paper to show us. It was about how the "safe" levels of cholesterol had been reduced, and how the drug companies were making record profits on statin prescriptions. Oh, she also threw in a few insults at Mark about his weight, always a nice thing to hear from your mother, I'd imagine. Of course, he tends to tune her out, so I'm not even sure he heard her. Now, me, I'm always up for a good conspiracy, and I'm certainly no fan of drug companies in general. But she had "figured out" that the drug companies were responsible for the change in what's now considered a good level of cholesterol, just to make a profit. She wanted us to promise that we'd never go on cholesterol meds because it was all fake and the drugs are very dangerous. Now, I can totally believe that the two things are related. How many industry people has this administration put in charge of regulating their very own industry? But she takes it a step further into paranoia, and takes the word of the article's author instead of researching anything herself - and it's not like this was written by a well-respected medical reporter. I skimmed it, and it was more like an op-ed piece. I swear, she truly personifies the concept that some people will believe anything they read in the paper or see on tv. I didn't think that such people actually existed until I met her. Don't even get me started on her belief in things she sees online. I've referred her to Snopes more times than I could count.
Ahem, back to the subject at hand . . . I have high cholesterol, much higher than it should be considering that I don't eat red meat or much fried food, and I love fruits and vegetables. It's genetic for me, I'm afraid, my mom has very high cholesterol and has been on meds for years. My doctor is trying to keep me off of them for as long as possible. My response to her was that I make my own medical decisions, which include taking advice from a trained physician rather than some whackjob who wrote an article in the paper.
, there was some big rambling story about the children's sermon at her church and how wonderful the minister is, blah blah blah. It was my turn to tune out. Short version - we need to attend church with her, for Lauren's sake.
Answer - no.
, and most fun, was when she wanted to talk to us about how much we're paying for Lauren's private school (which starts this Thursday, btw). That morphed into a wailing and gnashing of teeth about how awful the public schools are, and how Bush has tried so hard
to hold the schools accountable and make them teach children, but the liberals and the NEA fight him and won't let him get it done. Oh, and how he's trying to help us
(I feel so honored) by allowing school vouchers so that we wouldn't have to pay so much because she's just sure we can't afford it and we're going to end up starving on the streets. But again, those meanie old liberals won't let him help the poor working people who just want a better education for their children.
- She doesn't know how much Lauren's school costs. She won't find out from us. She has no idea how much money we make because it's none of her concern. This just kills her.
- She watches Fox a lot. She actually believes it.
- The public schools around here are actually quite good, some are better than others. The schools that Lauren would attend if she weren't going to private school are among the best in this city.
- We made the choice that we wanted a private school for Lauren, even though there are adequate public schools available. To me, that makes it our responsibility to pay for it. I certainly can't see taking money away from public schools to do so.
- I don't argue with her too much, but when I do take the notion to do so, she often replies with "That's not true, Rush Limbaugh/Bill O'Reilly said . . ." So you can see that honest debate is not often successful. Kind of like talking to a rock.
On the upside, it is kind of fun to get her all riled up. There was also a bonus topic, something about Social Security stealing money from people and it's all going to crash anyway. I tuned out for that one. Doesn't seem to have done me much good, though, because she's spamming me via e-mail now. I could hit Mark for having helped her purchase and set up a computer. But I am tempted to send her links to my favorite sites, like Media Matters
. Heh. I have resisted the temptation so far, but I doubt I'll make it through the fall without doing exactly that.
I can't imagine that she doesn't know that we differ greatly on politics. I can't wait to get some Kerry-Edwards swag
- I need at least a bumper sticker and t-shirt. Should be amusing to see the look on her face.
Hah, I'm volunteering to work on Dr. Dan's campaign
, maybe I'll invite her to join me. For bonding, you know.
Go read this
. If you're not already a fan of Plastic
, you should be. That is all.
Friday, August 06, 2004
is just hilarious on so many levels.
As is this
Bwa ha ha ha!
OK, this amusing story may lack relevance for some of you. You kind of have to know my brother to truly get the funny. Here's a little hint - my brother is losing his hair, and a couple of years ago starting wearing it extremely short, almost shaved. He's just a little sensitive about it, so I make sure to harass him frequently. When he first started losing his hair, I would sign him up for all kinds of information packets from Rogaine and such. That's just the kind of sister I am!
On to the story
For the last several nights, I've had a heck of a time getting Lauren to go to sleep. She's not screaming and crying, she just keeps getting up out of her bed and coming out of her room. Like 15 or 20 times before she'll actually collapse from exhaustion. She doesn't want to miss anything, poor kiddo. As a result, she's going to bed around 9:00, but not actually getting to sleep for another couple of hours.
Last night, on one of her many trips out of her room after Mark had gone downstairs to goof on his computer, she came to find me in my office. Some info: my office is off the main hallway that leads to the living room, and from that vantage point, the back of a sofa, the fireplace, and the entertainment center are visible. Last night, the lights were off in the living room, but there was some ambient light spilling in from the kitchen.
Lauren stood in the hallway just outside the door. She looked down the hallway toward the living room, then looked at me kind of funny. She looked down the hallway again, and then she said:
"Is that Uncle Scott sitting on the couch?"
Freaked me right the hell out, because there shouldn't be anyone
sitting on the couch. So I jumped up, instinctively got in front of her, and headed to the living room. Don't ask me what I was going to do, I surely don't know, but there I was, headed right toward whoever might be sitting on our couch!
Resting gently on top of the cushions was a pink balloon.
I laughed my ass off. And I can't wait to see my brother tonight.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Just because it's fun, and I'm lazy and uninspired today.
I think I found this
. Don't quote me on that, though. It's a great article by Norman Mailer and his son, John Buffalo Mailer.
I found on K5
. I think. Anyway, it was amusing and hit home for me as a parent. The things I do now without even thinking twice would've been impossible to even imagine just a few years ago.
Yay, AP! Funniest thing I've seen all day. Go read Atrios
for the link to the article.
Nice op-ed piece
by Richard Cohen in the Washington Post. Requires registration, though. Daily Kos has posted logins that work with most major media sites here
though. Feel free to use it.
Interesting article here
about living for 10 days without the benefit (or drawbacks!) of any technology which was invented in the last 50 years. I don't think I could do it. Could you?
Under the heading of "About Damned Time", we find this
. Atrios is also on today. As is TBogg
. Ohmygod there's something in the blog water today. Not me, though, I'm just riding coattails today.
May add more later, if I feel like it. If not, you'll likely be able to survive without such treasures from me.
miscellaneous stories about the child
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I love my girl. Love her more than air.
I'm proud of her too. I picked her up at school today, and she tells me first thing that John said she wasn't smart. The story goes like this - they were playing some game with bugs, and he didn't want to let her take her turn. She *ahem*
insisted politely, and he said "Lauren, you're not smart." I'm guessing this was the most monumental insult he could come up with on the spur of the moment.
"John, that's not nice. I am smart, and that's not nice to say."
How cool is that? She's right too. If only adults were as wise as children can occasionally be.
Tonight is the second night in a row that L has wanted to go next door to see if Katelyn can eat supper with us. They play really well together - Lauren got them both coasters for their drinks for unknown reasons. They both wanted the same color plate (we have Fiestaware
in a variety of colors). Lauren wanted the Blue's Clues cup, and Katelyn wanted the Dora the Explorer cup. They were talking about school and lunchboxes and backpacks. Katelyn said that she was going to have a Strawberry Shortcake backpack - Lauren's is lavender. Katelyn said that hers was going to be so pretty. Lauren replied that their backpacks would both be pretty, even though they were different. So I was proud of her again. That could've easily degenerated into a preschool spat, but L didn't let it happen.
Yes, I'm one of those
just looking for the positives
Well, you can't say that bank robbers
don't have an appreciation for good timing!
Where would all the cops be? At the two major campaign events, of course!
I see your point
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I agree, WTF ever happened to honesty
and all that jazz. But really, this is fricking hilarious. (via Boing Boing
I love technology.
But I'm sure this
is all just coincidental, right????
Edit - should've given credit where credit is due - I found this linked at First Draft
Har dee har har
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
I don't want to tell you my score on this quiz
. Let me just ask a completely non-related question . . . is there a 12 step program for news junkies?
Go buy something
pretty and wonderful and cool.
Yeah, so I didn't get the job. It came down to me and another person, and they went with him/her. They want to keep my resume on file, they were very impressed with me, blah blah blah.
I hate job hunting.
On the plus side, I applied for 3 positions in Lexington and Frankfort today. I've heard back from one of them already, requesting reference letters. I contacted two of my references to ask them to send those on my behalf; we'll see how that all turns out. One of these days, something good will happen. Won't it?
Try, try again
So I called the lady that I interviewed with this morning first thing, and left a voice mail asking about the status of the position and whether I am still under consideration.
We'll see - I'll post something if I hear back. In the meantime, I'm going to apply for the couple of positions I saw in the Sunday paper.
Frankly, it's amazing to me how companies/agencies don't even bother to respond to applicants. I understand that they may get many responses for one position, but most everyone has e-mail these days. How hard would it be to send out a mass e-mail to all the applicants? "The position has been filled, thank you for your interest." Simple as that.
I never know if my resume and cover letter has gotten lost in the mail or what. And especially the places that I've had interviews. I'll tell you this - I have interviewed applicants for many jobs over the years. I have never
neglected to follow up with them to let them know their status.
To leave people hanging seems increasingly common, but is still rude.
A question . . .
The post titles are still freaking me out. I contacted Blogger support, and got an e-mail from them last night that says they visited this page, and they see all the post titles. I don't.
Every post should have a title, but on my computer, only about half of them are visible.
So my question is: Do you see some of them, none of them, all of them?
A takeoff on a takeoff
Monday, August 02, 2004
Do you remember The Subserviant Chicken
? If so, then you may enjoy The Subserviant President
. Be sure to read the FAQ
, too. Very amusing, two thumbs up.
I had totally forgotten about Hansen's Soda
. Mark and I stopped at Wild Oats a couple of weeks ago, and I picked some up. I got Grapefruit and Mandarin Lime, and both are wonderful - especially the Mandarin Lime. I remember drinking these years ago, but I can't recall when that was or where I got them.
Now I want some of the other flavors. And they have Diet
??? I see another trip to Lexington Green in my future. I haven't seen these anywhere around this small town, but of course there isn't any natural foods store here at all. In a way, that's bad, because I always end up buying much more than I intend to whenever I walk in the door of Wild Oats
or Good Foods Co-op
. Oh well.
Oh, and how cool is this
Oscar moments in history
You know, I really want to be able to have a Sally Field moment. You know, " . . . you like me, right now you like me!!!!"
I've now had two job interviews that went wonderfully well, positions for which I am highly qualified, but then nothing, nada, zip. I was supposed to hear from the Policy Studies Inc. people "one way or the other" by the end of last week.
So now, do I call? This morning, this afternoon, not at all? Do I wait for the mail, in case they sent a letter and the mail was slow? How assertive am I supposed to be here? Where's the line between assertive and pest? Should I call today, or should I wait until tomorrow (Mondays are always busy, bad days for most people)? Why were there so few jobs listed in the Sunday classifieds for me to pursue?
These are the things consuming my small mind this morning. Advice will be gratefully accepted.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Ya gotta love this
kind of attitude.