Wow, this blog, with all its names, will soon be one year old! Happy Birthday, Blog!
I am pleased that I did keep up with my resolution to write at least one blog a week in article or essay format. This year, I resolve to write 2 blogs a week of some content, and to get out of my comfort zone and attempt writing plays and sketches again. I lack confidence, but if I don't do it, I can't improve. So there.
Other resolutions include the perennial losing weight (though I actually lost a few lbs. DURING the Christmas season, which is amazing) run another marathon, get back on stage in at least 3 shows, being a better and more giving person and knitter, and avoid crazy people. Which means among other things--no more spying on the crazy haters at TeamSarah.org.
Crazy people don't change. Observing or talking to them is a profound exercise in frustration. The main reason I did not pursue a masters in psychology after my bachelors is because there is no sound, scientific way to reason with or at least soundly and satisfyingly throttle an insane person into mental health. Crazy people without medical issues must be left be to crazy until they want to change and can take responsibility for it. It is an unfortunate part of my make up that I can't listen to people drone on about their problems or uninformed world views without offering many common sense solutions or finally telling them that they are f*king stupid idiots and why, and how they should just stop it right now.
I resolve to stop listening at once to anyone who uses the phrase, "drinking the Koolaid" because it is stupid, trite and generally overused by right wing nutjobs. This means a continued avoidance of Fox News. This is my easiest resolution.
Things I would like to see in 2009;
* An excellent start and progression of the Obama Administration
* My friends and family having a much better year that 2008 which, in general, has been a real bastard hellhole of a year.
* Environmental awareness and action becoming a real priority as a world, not just a nice thing to think about, hopefully while we can still do something before a disasterous collapse of the ecosystem.
* World Peace
Have a Safe and Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Merry Christmas WEEK!
We just got back from a visit to my side of the family for Christmas. My older son ended up having a stomach virus for most of the time, making it 2 holidays in row where he has been sick as dog and we make him come with us anyway. Bad Mommy! He mostly recovered and then my husband got sick. It still was overall a fun time, even if half of my immediate family couldn't eat.
On the way home, the kids made up a story as they often do on long trips. This is why we do not have a dvd player in our car. Tonight's story, had Alex, the youngest son, cast as a serf, named Alex Papadopolous, (great grandson of Gary "Ricebowl" Papadapolous,) who had stolen his lord's armor and horse and had started entering jousting tournaments and winning them. This afforded him something other than serf food to eat, which made him happy. He ran into a magical being named Jim, who was drunk, but able to perform amazing feats of magic if he was treated correctly. The problem with magical creatures in this story was that if they were drunk, they were dangerous, but if they weren't, they were useless. Getting Jim to be able to do anything was the hysterical half the story. Another third was intricate descriptions of each joust, and the rest was plot movement to get to the next tournament and conflict.
I think if these guys end up becoming writers, it may be part of their creative process to take long car trips together with nothing else to do.
But Christmas doesn't end there! We have a long tradition of doing our family gift giving on New Years Eve. This used to be moved all the way out to January 25th, when it was just me and Dan. In the early years, it took all our money just to get back to Ohio for Christmas, so we postponed our personal Christmas a month so we could get presents for each other without going into debt. It was a great way to spread out the season and take advantage of after Christmas sales.
So, it is Merry Christmas WEEK! Merry Christmas! Have safe travels, and good quality time with people who matter most!
Deb
On the way home, the kids made up a story as they often do on long trips. This is why we do not have a dvd player in our car. Tonight's story, had Alex, the youngest son, cast as a serf, named Alex Papadopolous, (great grandson of Gary "Ricebowl" Papadapolous,) who had stolen his lord's armor and horse and had started entering jousting tournaments and winning them. This afforded him something other than serf food to eat, which made him happy. He ran into a magical being named Jim, who was drunk, but able to perform amazing feats of magic if he was treated correctly. The problem with magical creatures in this story was that if they were drunk, they were dangerous, but if they weren't, they were useless. Getting Jim to be able to do anything was the hysterical half the story. Another third was intricate descriptions of each joust, and the rest was plot movement to get to the next tournament and conflict.
I think if these guys end up becoming writers, it may be part of their creative process to take long car trips together with nothing else to do.
But Christmas doesn't end there! We have a long tradition of doing our family gift giving on New Years Eve. This used to be moved all the way out to January 25th, when it was just me and Dan. In the early years, it took all our money just to get back to Ohio for Christmas, so we postponed our personal Christmas a month so we could get presents for each other without going into debt. It was a great way to spread out the season and take advantage of after Christmas sales.
So, it is Merry Christmas WEEK! Merry Christmas! Have safe travels, and good quality time with people who matter most!
Deb
Monday, December 15, 2008
Some pictures of what I was talking about...
This is the legged snowman who always graces my Christmas tree. I just posted it on my Facebook and embarrassed my nephew, who made it when he was 4. He is in college now.
I actually just finished this--it is a Noro Silk Garden scarf, two complementary skeins in a reversible knit one purl one pattern of two row stripes.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday Randomness
Here is a lovely article in the Alaska Dispatch about the crazy people at Teamsarah.org. I assure you that what she describes is what is going on in any given day. Look at the comments for more examples of craziness from the nutjobs who frequent Team Sarah. These people cannot be excoriated enough.
Yesterday I spent the day in wonderment at the Blagojevich arrest for trying to sell Obama's senate seat, and other pay to play charges. The excerpts from his being tapped amaze and delight me. He sounds like Tony Soprano, except way stupider! Why would a guy who KNOWS he has been under federal investigation since 2003 keep talking on the phone and in his office about his outrageous schemes? Was he really thinking he was so above the law? I think he will have to plead megalomania in his insanity trial.
Meanwhile, Illinois residents and the world kick back and amusedly watch the proceedings with a bowl of popcorn. It's audacious, and delicious!
I feel a lot better this week, but sometime while I was coughing last week I either strained a muscle or cracked a rib, and it is interfering with my getting on with things, like working out, or sleeping through the night.
The best part of Christmas decorating is my Christmas Tree. Putting it up is a chore, as is stringing the lights--but rediscovering the ornaments every year is a delight. My favorites include a construction paper snowman with pipecleaner legs made by my nephew, Kyle, when he was 4, and the colored macaroni on black construction paper that he must have also made that same year. I of course also love all the ones my kids made when they were little, with their school pictures prominently displayed in the middle. These are somewhat comical, because our school has the worst photographer in the world. Each year, the kids have expressions as if they have been goosed or asked to smell a skunk, or that they have just arrived to the photo session from a wind tunnel.
Yesterday I spent the day in wonderment at the Blagojevich arrest for trying to sell Obama's senate seat, and other pay to play charges. The excerpts from his being tapped amaze and delight me. He sounds like Tony Soprano, except way stupider! Why would a guy who KNOWS he has been under federal investigation since 2003 keep talking on the phone and in his office about his outrageous schemes? Was he really thinking he was so above the law? I think he will have to plead megalomania in his insanity trial.
Meanwhile, Illinois residents and the world kick back and amusedly watch the proceedings with a bowl of popcorn. It's audacious, and delicious!
I feel a lot better this week, but sometime while I was coughing last week I either strained a muscle or cracked a rib, and it is interfering with my getting on with things, like working out, or sleeping through the night.
The best part of Christmas decorating is my Christmas Tree. Putting it up is a chore, as is stringing the lights--but rediscovering the ornaments every year is a delight. My favorites include a construction paper snowman with pipecleaner legs made by my nephew, Kyle, when he was 4, and the colored macaroni on black construction paper that he must have also made that same year. I of course also love all the ones my kids made when they were little, with their school pictures prominently displayed in the middle. These are somewhat comical, because our school has the worst photographer in the world. Each year, the kids have expressions as if they have been goosed or asked to smell a skunk, or that they have just arrived to the photo session from a wind tunnel.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A Cough Medicine Blog Entry
The fug that I got from the airplane nastiness has settled into my chest and voicebox, so today I have sat quietly and rested and occasionally tried to puzzle out knitting a hat with 4 double pointed needles. I took a child size portion of some codiene cough medicine that my son was given, and it seems to be doing a nice job of keeping me from cracking a rib coughing.
It is near midnight, and I am floaty and happy and a bit lonely.
I have a lot of love around me in my life. My older son is becoming more of a teenager every day, but we still enjoy each other's company, and he talks to me about stuff and I love it! Today we were talking about how to talk to girls. Middle school girls are foreign, foreign creatures. I won't reveal too much except to say that he is delightfully, innocently befuddled, and very sweet.
My younger son is a deep, quiet kid with great bursts of excitement. He is the sort of kid who looks at you with his big eyes while you are explaining something, and then ever so nicely will let you know that he figured out where you were going and went a few light years beyond while you finished your sentence. My favorite thing in the morning is waking him up. I talk to him softly, and kiss his face, and he slowly wakes up like a pleasant little baby chick. He is the nicest person to wake up in the morning!
My husband is an amazing person. I still don't know how I got someone so wise and yet so kind. He is also one of the smartest, hardest working people I know, and yet he still likes me. It boggles my mind. He about as blind to my faults as I am to his, which helps us both.
Well, I will float off to bed now on my happy cloud. I hope this cough will have gone away by tomorrow, or at least abated enough to get out and really talk to someone. I will be slightly embarrassed to have posted this, but seeing I don't get much traffic, it's just fine.
It is near midnight, and I am floaty and happy and a bit lonely.
I have a lot of love around me in my life. My older son is becoming more of a teenager every day, but we still enjoy each other's company, and he talks to me about stuff and I love it! Today we were talking about how to talk to girls. Middle school girls are foreign, foreign creatures. I won't reveal too much except to say that he is delightfully, innocently befuddled, and very sweet.
My younger son is a deep, quiet kid with great bursts of excitement. He is the sort of kid who looks at you with his big eyes while you are explaining something, and then ever so nicely will let you know that he figured out where you were going and went a few light years beyond while you finished your sentence. My favorite thing in the morning is waking him up. I talk to him softly, and kiss his face, and he slowly wakes up like a pleasant little baby chick. He is the nicest person to wake up in the morning!
My husband is an amazing person. I still don't know how I got someone so wise and yet so kind. He is also one of the smartest, hardest working people I know, and yet he still likes me. It boggles my mind. He about as blind to my faults as I am to his, which helps us both.
Well, I will float off to bed now on my happy cloud. I hope this cough will have gone away by tomorrow, or at least abated enough to get out and really talk to someone. I will be slightly embarrassed to have posted this, but seeing I don't get much traffic, it's just fine.
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