Archive for May, 2008

Just One Thing About Lost

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Fine, I can buy that the dude turned a wheel and made the island disappear, but are we supposed to forget that babies need food? I mean, Aaron is a 5-month-old breastfed baby whose mother “died” or whatever and he’s been wandering around with Kate’s milkless jugs for 2 days or something like that without so much as a whimper? Come the f*ck on. And they’re not even going to do us the courtesy of saying, “Gee, Jack, maybe we should grab some Dharma Initiative human milk substitute and chuck it down the kid’s throat.” I was so distracted by the baby’s apparent lack of hunger and the fact that they weren’t even addressing the issue that I couldn’t even enjoy the finale. Am I alone in this? Don’t tell me, I’m supposed to chalk it up to the mystical fanciness of the island. I call bullshit. I call sci-fi cop-out bullshit.

Ugly, Precious Afghans and Youtube

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You would think the abundant sunshine would allow me extra time to get everything done, but all it does is allow extra time for goofing around. It’s a seductress, that sun. It’s a tease, too. Did I get to have my iced java chip at Java Central on Tuesday? No, I didn’t because it was cold and rainy at the coffee shop, so I had to have my same ol’ chai because me old bones can’t handle the cold outside of me combined with some cold inside of me. Cold and rainy calls for hot drinks with an afghan. Preferably an afghan made lovingly by Bryan’s grandmother. She makes the warmest, cuddliest afghans and, to this day, Bryan’s favorite cuddle-up blanket is one that was made by her more than 30 years ago, with all of the colors that defined the 70s: Orange, brown, green, and gold. It’s a beauty. We have other ones that aren’t so offensive to the eyes, but there is something special about that hideous blanket. It’s the best.

Anyway, Lena and Liberty have been hogging up the computer because they figured out that they could make me upload videos to Youtube for them. They’re bossy. I’m working on teaching them how to do it on their own because, well, I’m lazy and easily frustrated. Plus, the laundry doesn’t wash itself, much to my dismay.

So even though we’ve been enjoying some nice weather, Lena and Liberty have been inside making movies and watching other people’s movies to steal ideas get inspiration. I know some of you might think I should feel bad about that, but I don’t. I do have a very unschooly side, even though I’m not creative and they do math papers. (The secret to the math, though, is that I want them to be good at it is so they can be good at gambling.) It’s hard to see the value in something like this Youtube thing, especially when it goes on for days, but it’s there. (This vid is from Lena’s Youtube channel. If your kids know my kids and you want links to the rest of their videos, just ask.)

Big Sigh

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Today is Liberty’s last homeschool art class until fall. And since gas costs a billion dollars and the class is not within walking distance, I have to say goodbye to Java Central. *sigh* It really is the most beautiful coffee shop in the world. And now that they’re carrying AmyD stuff, they’re even beautifuller. If you’re local, and so rich that you can afford to put gas in your mini-van, you should go there and buy stuff. While I’m there today, I will be weeping into my iced java chip and drying my eyes with one of AmyD’s gorgeous aprons. *sniffle* I’ll buy it if I get it too snotty.

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Hallmark Has Always Missed the Mark

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My blog went on a bender last week and by the time it recovered, I was busy. I had to play with some IRL friends over and over and over again. And then I had to refinish a coffee table that Kristen thrifted many years ago and very nicely got tired of just in time to give to me. It looks gorgeous and makes the rest of my stuff look crappy. And I learned that saying I like “shabby chic” is a convenient excuse that allows me to get away with not painting well. Wonderful. I tried to take a picture of it, but I’m not good at that and there is no such “shabby chic” defense for picture taking. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were? “No, silly, it’s not that there’s a huge shadow and a glare from the flash, it’s just that I belong to the shabby chic school of photography. I guess you have an un-trained eye in these matters.”

The Weirdest Thing

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I forgot to write in my 7 weird things post that the very weirdest thing is that my armpits never smell like B.O. For real. I sweat like a mother effer, but when I come back from running Bryan can stick his nose right in my swweaty arm pit and it still smells like soap. (That’s really a weird thing about him, though, don’t you think?) In the winter, I don’t wear deoderant. That’s all.

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