Tuesday, September 30, 2008
After reading the first two Twilight books in record time (two days each - pretty good considering I cooked and cleaned too), I did not permit myself to buy the third book. Unfortunately, my library had it on the shelf. I have it now - started it last night. Lucky for me (and for the fam) it doesn't hold my interest as much as the first two did, so I think I'll be able to finish it at a saner pace than the first two. We shall see.
I'm off to bed. To read.
Monday, September 29, 2008
10:43 am - Now it's still raining and there is thunder and lightening. I'm loving this day! (the dog is freaking out, though. he's such a baby.)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I thought of you this morning when Sally spilled her glass of milk. It got on the homework she was finishing, it ran across the table, it dripped through the seam in the middle of the table down to three chairs. It pooled under the table, then ran across the floor. It took me over an hour to clean it all up.
As I was gritting my teeth against the frustration and anger, I realized that I never properly thanked you for never yelling at us when we spilled our milk (or our juice or water or any of the other dozens of things we spilled over the years). So, Mom, thank you for never yelling at us. Because of your fine example, I didn't yell at your granddaughter today.
I even held her hand on the walk to school and told her it was no big deal and that I wasn't mad at all. Once I said it, I knew I meant it, too.
Sam: "Sometimes aliens are real and sometimes they are mass-kes."
Sam: "When it's Halloween, they probably aren't real, and then you just pull off the mask, and there is a person. Not an alien."
Me: "So you think that aliens are real?"
Sam: "Yeah, they can be."
Sally: "I don't believe in aliens."
Me: "Me either."
Sam: "Well, I believe in dinosaurs, too."
Sally: "I believe in dinosaurs, but in the past. They're dead now."
Me: "All of them?"
Sally: "Yeah. Oh, well, maybe the Loch Ness monster."
Me: "You think the Loch Ness monster is a dinosaur?"
Sam: "No. Those are just machines or sticks with people holding them."
Sally: "Sam, not everything is the way it is on Scooby Doo."
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
However, I know lots of you readers are living in California, and I don't know if you have heard of AB 2567. This is a bill in California that would make May 22 a holiday - Harvy Milk Day. He was "one of the nation’s first openly gay leaders" and he "inspired his community to stand strong and proud in the face of adversity.” (Read more here and here and here.)
My issue is not with this man - I don't know of his work so I can't speak to it's value - or even with the fact that the California Legislature wants to honor him. My issue is this: "The bill would encourage public schools and educational institutions to conduct activities teaching students about this important LGBT leader." Please tell me how this day would go in my son's kindergarten class - my five year old son, who has not even asked the sex questions yet. Or what activities my fourth grader would participate in, who knows some of the facts of sex, but who does not know what the words lesbian or bisexual mean (and probably she doesn't understand gay either.) Can you imagine the scene when the kids ask what LGBT means? (Do you know what it means?)
My issue is not with choice - regardless of what I think is right and wrong or what my choice is, people in this country are free to choose who they want to be intimate with. My issue is this: why does it need to be the defining characteristic about a person? What you do in your bedroom is not my business - and it is not my children's business either. I know that sex education in public schools is important because not all parents are involved with teaching their kids about sex (and morality) (and they should be, but that's another soapbox), but can we keep it age appropriate? Bottom line: I'm not anti-LGBT; I'm pro-privacy.
Now that the state budget was passed yesterday, our govenor will be looking at this piece of legislation. Make your voice heard. You can call Govenor Schwarzenegger's office at (916)445-2841 and let him know what you think of AB 2567. I just called and voted NO.
For ease of the phone menus, when you call:
press 1 (to continue in English )
then press 2 (to voice your opinion on legislation)
then press 1 (to select AB 2567)
then press 1 (for YES) or 2 (for NO)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
It's funny the way that Dr. House's character is so abrasive and at the same time so appealing. And it amazes me that almost everyone I talk to who watches the show has the same reaction.
So my friend, Beth, and I were watching Sense and Sensibility (the Emma Thompson version) and in walks Charlotte Palmer, and I laugh because she plays Dolores Umbridge in Harry Potter #5, and then Mr. Palmer comes on the screen and I scream out "IT'S HOUSE!" because he's played by Hugh Laurie and then I laugh and laugh. Beth had to pause the movie because I wouldn't stop. I'm a mess sometimes. (And for you, Joelle, because my ignorance about famous people amuses you so much, I had no idea he was born in England. So he is talking with the accent and I laugh again and Beth says, "Well yeah, he IS English" and I an a goner. English actors who have to learn to speak with an American accent - that's too much for me.)
Monday, September 22, 2008
Samuel: "Why did that car park right next to you?"
Me: "They can park where they want. It's a free country. People can do what they want."
Samuel: "No they can't."
Me: "Yes, they can. That is one of the great things about America - freedom."
Samuel: "People can't do what they want to."
Me: "Yes, actually they can."
Samuel: "No, they can't, because if they could, then when you tell me to do stuff, then I could say 'Naa naa I can't hear you I'm just going to play this game anyway' and you know I can't do that."
Me: "Well, yes, you can, but there are consequences for that choice. You'd get in trouble. But you are still free to make that choice."
Samuel: (mumbling now) "No I can't."
Stuart: (laughing at me) "Your son just called you a dictator!"
Me: "I prefer benevolent monarch."
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Both kids are doing great so far this year and both of them love their teachers. What a blessing to have such qualitiy people teaching at a public school!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
It says "Naughty children deserve to be punished" - one of Professor Umbridge's tradmark sayings. It's embroidered in a french script with yarn that is actually purple (it looks a little black in this picture).
It makes me laugh every time I look at it. Special thanks to Stuart for the idea, and to my mom for the tea pot.
Knitters: I'll be posting the pattern here soon. You can have it free and make one yourself!
Yarn: Caron Simply Soft, #9719 – “Soft Pink”, #9722 – “Plum Wine”, #9506 – “Deep Plum Heather”
Needles: US 7 (or size needed to achieve gauge)
Crochet Hook size G (7)
Work three more rows of stockenette and bind off.
Directions for Houndstooth Side:
Thursday, September 11, 2008
In walks Samuel. I think that Sally can sense when I am on the edge of reason, and she sends Samuel in to ask me for things. So here he was. I sighed. Loudly. "What?"
"Mom, can you play with me?"
Seriously? Seriously. "Samuel, you are supposed to be in bed. What do you want to me to play with you?"
"You know, like talk to God."
It felt like a punch right in my stomach. I think I even winced. Mom, can you pray with me? And I almost missed the chance. House could wait. I had better things to do.
Sometimes God uses my children to teach me very valuable lessons.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
My parents baited and set the traps, but got nothing the first night. We released the traps before we went to bed because I didn't want the dog to be involved in this in any way. The next night, Stuart and I went out and my parents stayed here with the kids. When we came home, my mom and dad were smiling and mysteriously said, "We have something for you . . . ." At that, the kids yelled "WE GOT ONE!" and we all went to check it out. It was dark by now, so my mom had a flashlight, and she shined it on the ground . . . . at nothing. "It was right there . . . . " she said, and then we heard a scuffle, and the distinct sound of something slapping a small piece of wood against the ground. I, of course, screamed and ran into the house. I may have knocked over the children on the way - I can't be sure about that. The only thing I knew was that (a) there was something in the trap, and (b) it was not dead. Let me tell you, I was freaked right out.
I'll spare you the gory details, but I will tell you how it ended - my dad cornered the rodent in front of my neighbor's house (!!!) and finished him off. The next night, my dad rigged up a tricky contraption - he tied the two traps together, and then attached the string to a branch of the tree by the wall, so that once we got another one, it would not run away. (Also, it would stay out of the dog's reach. I was quite concerned about the dog's involvement in the whole situation.) We got two more, then the traps stayed empty for the next three nights.
The PS to this story came about four days after my parents left. You know that I will not be using those traps again (I refuse to unload a trap, so I just throw the whole thing away) but my parents thought that they might want to have another go at it on the next visit, so my dad cleaned off all the rodent cooties (and then washed his hands with soap) and I put the empty trap in the garage. Four days later, Samuel was out there looking for something (I didn't ask what) and found the trap and brought it in the house to show me. "Mom! Mom! I found this IN THE GARAGE." He got to Stuart first, and Stuart told him to go wash his hands. With soap. About ten minutes later, Sally tells me that there is a mouse trap in the bathroom. (Seriously.) I found Samuel, and told him to (1) put the mouse trap back where he found it in the garage, then (2) wash his hands with soap and then wash them second time. With soap. Then I followed him and opened all the doors because I didn't want any mouse trap cooties on the door knobs.
I think I'll just go spray off those door knobs with lysol again. Just to be sure those cooties are all gone.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Me: "Aaah, yes."
Her: "I thought so."
Me: "Why do you ask?"
Her: "When we were doing our crafts yesterday, Sam raised his hand and told me that his mom doesn't allow him to use scissors."
Me: stunned silence
Her: "I told him it was ok, because in kindergarten we learn the right way to use scissors, but he was sure you would be mad at him."
Me: nervous laughter
I then explained the whole scissors incident (omiting the part where I laugh so hard that I can't continue with the consequences) and told her about the week of no games. She told me our discipline was quite effective. After, I casually brought up the topic with Sam and explained that he was allowed to use scissors at school - as long as he was cutting paper only. His response:
"I KNOW DAT, MOM!"
Saturday, September 06, 2008
But, when I get time, I need to:
tell you about the rats (seriously disturbed story)
show you some finished knitted items
write up three reviews of books for the book blog
tell you about Samuel's scissors story (there's more)
brag a little about how great my parents are
But before that I need to clean the kitchen and check on the monthly bills. Boy, I need another three day weekend!!!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
My parents have declared war against our neighborhood rats.
They are winning, three to zero.
Many stories to come. First day of school photos, too. See you later!