Sunday, June 28, 2009
I admit to not being music savvy in the technical department, but do we really need to skip over the death of other famous peoples just because he slid backwards on his feet, grabbed his crotch and squealed?
This is me, not crying on street corners.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Boy was I wrong.
First let's start with the fact that 7a.m. - exactly as early as that sounds for a person who hasn't had to get up at any particular time for over a year - does not actually start at 7a.m. for either me or GOM (the new acronym for Tarzan's grandfather) There's my neurosis where I wake up half a dozen times in the night to make sure that I didn't miss the alarm. WHAT is WITH that?! There's his neurosis, which one might call old age, after going to bed at 10 p.m., he wakes at 4, 5, 6, 6:10 and then 6:30. And he wants help right then because he doesn't always remember what that hour means to the rest of us. And there's Tarzan's neurosis that lets him get up at five - FIVE! - 5a.m. all year for school, but can't budge an inch at 7 with GOM yelling up the stairs that he needs a new diaper.
Did I mention that Tarzan is down here with me for the next three weeks? I thought having him with me would be a benefit. Two people, half the work, share the burden and all that. Right?
Not so. It's more like having to feed, monitor and entertain two small children with narcolepsy. Picture the look on my face when I walked into the room at 9am, after the debacle that was breakfast - apparently my eggs are much too dry and "the Cream of Wheat was 100 times too thick" - and found both of them laying back in their chairs, totally zonked out and drooling out of the corners of their mouths. If only I'd had my camera, everyone's money problems would be solved. So entertaining.
And they're sleeping again which is how I am able to type this now.
This is me, day one of twenty-one.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
We were getting ready to go out this morning, I being slower than Tarzan caused that he had time to spare and went to the front of the house to water the lawn and the pipe that leads to the main water supply in the street started leaking, and not a drip drip drip situation but a hissing, spraying sort of situation.
So we shut the water off completely - disturbing the nastiest cockroach I have ever seen - and called the plumber peeps. His estimate was "$895 for the first two hours and then $450 for every hour after that."
The time estimate was four to six hours.
They were suggesting ripping out the concrete that is adjacent to the house, following the pipe to the street and replacing the whole deal.
Yikes, that's a lot of work and dough, but what choice did we have? We've got to have water.
No, no says one of the neighbors. Just dig down in an arc around the pipe, cut the pipe below the leak, get a coupling, a new pipe and there you go.
Okay. But we are not that daring. Nor that trusting in our own abilities.
Lemme hop the fence then, and show you how it's done.
Two hours later and we've got water and no leak.
Is it neat and pretty? No. Is it likely the way the building department would want it done? No. Is it the way Fleighund would have done it? No
Did it work and did it save us about $4000? Yes and yes.
In fact, our neighbor wouldn't take money. We had to practically force him to take a plate of cinnamon rolls. "It's what neighbors do," says he. I know a few countries who could take notes.
This is me, not so resentful of the neighborhood anymore.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
I'm not sure if I should let it continue to grow out or if I should prune something off, but what would I cut? There haven't been any blossoms this year or last - should there be?
This is me with a wild an crazy tree.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I also know that Attention Deficit Disorder is a real thing. And for a lot of people who can't concentrate, can't focus, can't hold a job, the medicine does help. I certainly know the benefits of medical research and I am all for treating a disorder/problem/disease with a methodology that works.
But do not, DO NOT, tell me that your kid needs drugs/therapy/ just because they won't do as you say. Let's take an example of a situation I am tangentially familiar with. An "undocumented" alien I see periodically, has three kids, all by different, absentee fathers. She doesn't have a job, her phone number changes monthly, she can't get anywhere on time and when she does come to an activity she spends her time telling her kids to leave her alone so she can talk to the grown ups, or she lavishes attention on the baby and ignores the older two children. The older two have personalities now, you understand, and talk back to her, refuse to obey, throw tantrums, act out and generally be kids whose parent(s) is ignoring them. They have no father, no security, they don't eat healthily, the kids don't get enought sleep, they aren't doing well in school and they get no attention unless they are so irritating that their mother has to notice them. Does she take any of this into account? No. No, she does not. She has them both tested for autism and ADD and ADHD and when the results are negative she gets second opinions. And third opinions. And then talks about how the health care system is not helping her.
Why does it never occur to people that their kids are monsters because they SUCK AS PARENTS?
This is me, and nothing - NO THING - bugs me more than people who blames their kids for their own shortcomings.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
This is me, mentioning nearly every subject of my 500 posts at least once today.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Cute, funny, and he sings. What more could a girl want?
All in all it was a good show. Angela Lansbury won, which is awesome. She's awesome. Lauren Graham's dress was excellent. (Did I mention Lauren is doing Broadway now? So weird. She's not bad, but it was a total shock to see her get up there.) The entire cast of Hair was insane - though I really liked Rock of Ages - Shrek was a little too green for me, and Billy Elliot won all over the place. Not too many weird speeches or political rantings. Or if there were then I fast forwarded through them.
This is me, and the closing number from the Tony Awards was my favorite. Hands down.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
This is me, a little disgusted.
Friday, June 05, 2009
- I can't remove Richard Dean Anderson. He was the first one on my list. Before I even knew what lists were, he was on it. And he is awfully good looking for a guy who's older than my father:
- Hadley Fraser has a large deficiency of good pictures available on the web for me to steal. This is one of the best: but have you heard him sing? The man is crazy good:
- Then comes the one that could be considered an anomaly. Despite his inability to choose movies that I can actually watch, I really like Jason Carter. His single season with Babylon 5 made such an impression on me that he might be the one guy I could meet in person because there is so much stuff I could ask him. He might lose the mustache though, it's a little heavy:
- Those three are givens. Thou shalt not remove them from the list. Then with the recent addition of Michael Shanks we're up to four already. Again, how can you not LOVE the nerdy, sensitive, built look?:
- So who's fifth? One spot with so many possibilities. Cillian Murphy is Irish and awfully versatile. Very cute: Matthew Perry is amazingly funny and adorable:
This is me, torn for the fifth spot on my list.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
This is me, driving home a little happier than before.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
It would not surprise me.
I'm not usually a fatalist. In fact, I am quite paranoid about things like this happening, so I usually do back up files. Especially large and complicated and detailed ones such as this movie my brother had to do for health class - who wants a multimedia movie for health? - and which I was extremely proud of. (I helped him with the editing.) WHY in the name of all that is holy did I not make a copy for myself? That is the sort of thing I do. That's how I roll, yo. WHY not this time? Because this is the time - after the teacher did a stupida** thing and formatted the disk when it asked him to instead of giving it back to my brother - this is the time that the hard drive develops a mechanical failure and poops out. And this is the time that there was anything on the drive that really mattered and this is the time that it's going to cost $900 to retrieve all the information or he fails the class.
Why is this the one time I didn't give in to the paranoia and just make a back up on my hard drive, or on another DVD or anything else?
This is me, just full of the whining this week.