Saturday, November 25, 2006
...and continued to be wiped out, apparently, well into the next day.
i just could not physically deal with sitting at the computer and typing. slept in, recovering from the drive (the day itself was great), then spent the afternoon doing things with MedSm. he made Chex mix, did some art, we talked about how much media is a good amount of media and came to an agreement as to how much tv/computer/video games are okay in a day, he and i went on a hike, i made lunch and dinner... and that tapped me out. after that, i became verrrrry, very inert.
today promises much of the same, hence the early post, while having tea, and i'm sorry i don't have my camera with me to post a tea drinking picture for colleen. :)
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Thursday, November 23, 2006
happy Turkey Day, to those here in the U.S.
i'd write more, but honestly, 6 hours driving in the torrential rain has me completely fried. more tomorrow.
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
'kay, so i was up waaaaaaay too late last night, and had a hard time crawling out of bed this morning.
oddly, this means nothing like what it would have 10 or 15 years ago, where the above would have been preceded by a night of drinking with the gang, seeing music, going out somewhere, and then paying the price by wincing at daylight and wondering how it is your *hair* can hurt.
i'm rather entertained that this time around, it means that i was up altogether far too late making the cutest cookies ever for MedSm's class.
herewith, the evidence, so you can decide for yourself how damn cute they are:
okay, so a few of them are cross-eyed. i happen to think that adds to the charm. ;)
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
i was listening to WERS the other day, and this lyric caught my attention:
when you have nothing left to burn, set your hair on fire.from a Mojave 3 song, i think, and not really a lyric so much as a spoken introduction.
it's been tumbling around in my head since then.
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y'know all that shite you heard growing up, that you dismissed as all that much malarkey?
all those things that They Said, and you went 'phhhht. yeah, right.'??
here's what i'm finding as i get older: it's not so much that those statements weren't true. it's more that they didn't resonate with where you were at the time. and it comes back around to who you are, and where you are.
the number of times i've heard my parents' voices come out of my mouth recently, for example. i actually stopped dead in a store the other day, as MedSm and i were walking along. and he stopped, to see why i was stopping. and as i looked at him, i said, 'i can't believe i'm saying this, but here it is: your father and i aren't made of money.'
there are a myriad of other parent-voice examples, but that isn't really what i'm thinking about. no, what i'm thinking about most is this: hubby and i had a throw down the other night, ostensibly about money. and in the back of my head, i thought, this isn't really about the money.
several wise people in my life confirmed exactly that: the discussion wasn't about money. and so i dug in. i found a way to discuss the money with hubby, and be able to set the mechanics/money aside, and then dug in, to let all of this percolate, and find out why, and how, and where this was both my problem, and a problem for me.
lo and behold, guess what surfaced? this situation is a way for me to revisit what my Practice Husband and i went thru. Practice Husband refused to manage money, we didn't talk about bills, he never filed his taxes, and he fucked my credit rating to a fare thee well.
and then, a few months after the divorce was final, Fritz bought his second wife a house, with money he'd saved while i was married to him.
so... among the many trust issues that are part of my Eight Piece Luggage Set are: trust, and stability, and accountability. and the discussion with hubby the other night hit all of those buttons, like so many elephants stomping thru an arcade.
so, tonight, the elephants and i are sitting here, shelling peanuts, and cogitating.
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Monday, November 20, 2006
parenting lesson #329:
if you allow your child to experiment with the meat tenderizer mallet with modelling clay because it seems safer than other targets, be prepared for the fact that the dishwasher will not remove all of said modelling clay.
i'm just sayin'.
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
*fffwhump*
that, boys and girls, would be the sound of my ass falling soundly off the
NaBloPoMo train.
the last few days have been a bit of a wreck, and i haven't gotten near a keyboard. which is a bit of a shame, for a lot of reasons. i'm really getting into the groove of posting something everyday, to the point where i've said, out loud, in front of other people, 'oh, i am *so* blogging that!'. complete with
Valley Girl accent, i might add.
i have mightily resisted the (granted, minor) urge to backdate, as there were definitely posts in my head, but that doesn't really count. also? who wants to be a
cheatypants?
anyway, courtesy of
Mrs. Kennedy, a little something that i'm hoping counts for a day of amnesty, as i certainly intend to hop back on the NaBloPoMo train, hobo that i am.
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