Thursday, October 21, 2004


I only had about 9 juvenile delinquents today, but about 4000 pages of paperwork this afternoon. blech. My mother-in-law called - she had to go get Kelson from school because he was throwing up. Joy, joy. I had to get everything set up for a sub - and I was just out sick myself on Monday. I haven't taken 2 sick days in the same quarter for 3 years, let alone in the same week. Maybe he'll feel better by morning.

Funny thing is - I almost never get the same sub twice. For some *strange* reason, they don't want to come in and do my job! Go figure.

Lesson learned

Never, never, never ask for help holding a skein of yarn when the person you are asking is drunk. Never. It will never fail that he will *drop* the skein that you are trying to wind into a ball, and you will have a catastrophic mess to try to untangle. And never, under any circumstance, allow said drunk person to try to untangle the mess he has made. Although entertaining to watch, the impulse to choke this person to death with the yarn is nearly impossible to overcome.

Bring back prohibition! If I never had to smell another stale beer, I would be absolutely ecstatic. I'm ready to put up a big sign that says NO ALCOHOL IN *MY* HOUSE. It's not that I have anything personal against alcohol itself (although I don't drink), it's just that I'm tired of living with an alcoholic who won't admit that he has a problem. He's a high-functioning alcoholic - he's never missed a day of work because of it - but he's an alcoholic just the same. A 6-pack every single day starts to add up financially, too...


Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Amen to that!

From Molly Ivins:
But I like to remember the little things, those itty-bitty things that really made it special. Those touches of style. The je ne sais quoi of it all. Like choosing Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday to announce his administration would oppose affirmative action in the University of Michigan case, calling it "divisive," "unfair" and "unconstitutional." Classy timing. Of course, Bush (Andover, Yale, Delta Kappa Epsilon, Harvard Business, three failed oil companies rescued by Daddy's friends, set up by Daddy's friends in baseball and given a huge cut for a tiny investment) never experienced affirmative action in his life. Made it all on his own, pulled himself up by his bootstraps -- black people can do it, too.

Timing is kind of a Bush specialty. In February 2001, the day a major earthquake hit the Northwest, Bush killed a federal program designed to help communities deal with the effects of natural disasters. Of course, Florida in an election year -- different story.


You probably don't remember the time he visited the Youth Opportunity Center, a job training site in Portland, Ore. Hailed it as a model, praised the center and its staff. A month later, he cut it out of the budget.

Here's one of my faves. In his big address of 2002, Bush said: "A good job should lead to security in retirement. I ask Congress to enact new safeguards for 401(k) and pension plans." The Bush plan allows companies to switch from traditional fixed-benefit plans to what's called cash-balance plans. It saves corporations millions a year -- in the case of large companies, as much as $100 million. Older workers can lose up to 50 percent of their pensions. The Bush rules not only permit the conversions, they also give cash-balance plans a tax advantage, as well as protection from age discrimination lawsuits. It's the perfect Bush plan: Corporations get to screw workers, and they get a tax break for it -- plus, nobody can sue.


Bait and switch is a constant Bush tactic. Right after 9-11, Bush went to Ground Zero and threw his arm around a firefighter and assured him and other rescue workers he was with them. It was the photo-op seen 'round the world and was endlessly memorialized at the Republican convention. Except in August 2002, Bush pocket-vetoed $150 million in emergency grants for first-responders. The New York firefighters never got their money.

My favorite mixed metaphor: "Facing clear evidence of peril, we cannot wait for the final proof, the smoking gun that could come in the form of a mushroom-shaped cloud."

Mission accomplished.

I have so many other favorite moments -- hilarious promises like $15 billion for AIDS in Africa. Those amusing judicial nominations, so bad even the spineless Democrats finally had to filibuster. All the precious photo-ops with the little children of color just before he squashed some other program to help them. The time they threatened Turkey, our oldest democratic ally in the Middle East, with a military coup so we could bring democracy to Iraq.

It's been a ball. But I've had enough.

I'm a purist!

Swiped from Amie:
Knitting Purist
You appear to be a Knitting Purist.
You are an accomplished knitter producing beautiful
pieces with a classic feel. You sometimes
lament losing half of your local yarn shop to
garish novelty yarns. Perhaps you consider fun
fur scarves the bane of knitting society and
prefer to steer new knitters towards the wool
and cotton blends. Some might call you a bit of
an elitist but you know that you've been doing
this craft long enough to respect the history
behind it and honor it with beautiful piece
that can last a lifetime.

What Kind of Knitter Are You?
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Friday, October 15, 2004



Wednesday, October 06, 2004

And Kyle!

He started to complain, so it's kind of lopsided. :-)

Kelson wearing the dubbelmossa!

It's done!

Woohoo! I finished it Saturday! That is *not* a color jog - it's the way the hat was lying on the carpet. Meg Swansen's jogless method is absolutely brilliant - when you look at it (in real life - not this crummy photo! ) you have a hard time finding the beginning of each round.

I was afraid that it was going to be too small, but it blocked out beautifully. Kevin took a picture of me wearing it, but it's not fit to publish...

It's been a week so far - and it's only Wednesday.

I've got a union fight on my hands - we think that I should actually have a break during the day, and the administration thinks that I shouldn't. It's been absolute chaos at school.

I did finish the dubbelmossa on Saturday, though! Pictures will be up shortly!

Friday, October 01, 2004

friday, friday, friday!

Whew - what a week! My "students" (aka the daily juvenile delinquent parade) were a *real* joy this week - my blood pressure must be up 20 points. Home, quick dinner, then Kelson's baseball practice - he has a doubleheader tomorrow. I usually knit during practices, but I'm always the scorekeeper, so I'll be busy.

Sometime this weekend, I need to make about 3 pounds of lotion and a batch of soap. We're running low on soap in the house, and my Dad and Kevin go through a lot of lotion when the weather gets cooler (Kevin because he does drywall for a living, and my Dad because of the scar tissue from his burns). 3 people at school want lotion, too...

Bright note: Friday is NEOEA day - no school! :-)

political ponderings

I watched the first 45 minutes of the debates last night, and then I turned off the TV and went to bed. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm not a fanatical Kerry fan, but I *am* fanatically against having a moron run our country. I've never seen somebody look so uncomfortable - I thought, for a few minutes, that Bush was going to cry. The eye rolling, smirking and preponderance of "ums" were just lovely, also.

I'm with Teresa Heinz Kerry - I think that Osama bin Laden is going to be "miraculously" captured within the next couple of weeks. Just in time for the election.