Another black t-shirt for my stack. This one from No Sweat, which had been backordered, but is now back in stock.
I'm trying to upload the picture from the front, but even though my computer doesn't tell me I haven't saved it, I sure can't find it on my drive. So here it is in all its organic cotton glory, union-made by a company in Bethlehem that brings together Palestinians and Israelis. It's darn soft, too.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Odd computer game question
It seemed that our version of Spy Fox and Dry Cereal sounded more British than when we played the demo.
Now the kids are playing the demo of a Pajama Sam game from the same CD and he has a very different voice than we are used to hearing.
I wonder if it's a computer setting or we got the British CD? Anyone know?
Now the kids are playing the demo of a Pajama Sam game from the same CD and he has a very different voice than we are used to hearing.
I wonder if it's a computer setting or we got the British CD? Anyone know?
Your typical Memorial Day picnic
Well. Sort of. We went to our friends' house and swam in their pool, then picked their cherries, then the mom and I went out and we got quesadillas and burritos from Jimboy's. She paid because we walked to their house and I didn't bring my purse (or DH his wallet), thinking we wouldn't need money or anything.
No traditional barbecue, but a good time was had by all.
No traditional barbecue, but a good time was had by all.
Remembering Memorial Day
I've never been extremely pro-military. To be honest, I spent most of my life strongly anti-military. Even now, I can't say I want to shoot at anyone or would encourage my sons to shoot at anyone, but I am learning to disassociate the human beings in the armed services from the politicians who want bombs and wars.
False dichotomy in some ways, but when someone enlists, they are ready to fight and die for the country. The politicians are supposed to point them at battles that actually help our country - and the World, oh yeah, other people might have rights, too - and not things that are the pet projects of people who will lie to get what they want and then refuse to understand that they have completely f***ed up and have killed millions of civilians and destabilized the Middle East yet again.
My heart goes out to the men and women who have fought for our country and to the families of those who have fought and died - in the war in Iraq and in so many wars, battles, skirmishes, and friendly fire incidents.
My friends in high school in the Reagan era were mostly drama club. We were called fags (as most drama nerds seem to be), but we were also commie hippies. Obviously. In a small-ish college town with a large-ish university in an otherwise mostly rural area of Ohio, you get a mix that really accentuates the divide between liberal vs conservative. To put it mildly.
Once one of my sisters joined the Navy (though she got pregnant and dropped out. Yes. Really.) and later another joined the Army and didn't drop out, I had a lot of rethinking to do about what military means.
Up to that point, I tried not to think too much about my career Navy uncle and his sons who enlisted. DH did his mandatory year of service in France (stationed in Germany, messing with computers). My dad served his time when he was drafted after college back in 1954 or so. He got out early to go to grad school, after spending 18 months typing and playing ping-pong in Kansas. None of my grandparents fought in WWII (maternal grandfather was narcoleptic, paternal... not sure why not, though my wild guess would be that he was already going deaf and/or was older than most and was the sole breadwinner for his family). It doesn't sound like their grandparents were in WWI either, though maybe I missed that part of the family history.
Am I rambling again?
I would like to honor those who have fought and who are fighting for our country, even when our country doesn't know what to fight for. That's what I want to say.
False dichotomy in some ways, but when someone enlists, they are ready to fight and die for the country. The politicians are supposed to point them at battles that actually help our country - and the World, oh yeah, other people might have rights, too - and not things that are the pet projects of people who will lie to get what they want and then refuse to understand that they have completely f***ed up and have killed millions of civilians and destabilized the Middle East yet again.
My heart goes out to the men and women who have fought for our country and to the families of those who have fought and died - in the war in Iraq and in so many wars, battles, skirmishes, and friendly fire incidents.
My friends in high school in the Reagan era were mostly drama club. We were called fags (as most drama nerds seem to be), but we were also commie hippies. Obviously. In a small-ish college town with a large-ish university in an otherwise mostly rural area of Ohio, you get a mix that really accentuates the divide between liberal vs conservative. To put it mildly.
Once one of my sisters joined the Navy (though she got pregnant and dropped out. Yes. Really.) and later another joined the Army and didn't drop out, I had a lot of rethinking to do about what military means.
Up to that point, I tried not to think too much about my career Navy uncle and his sons who enlisted. DH did his mandatory year of service in France (stationed in Germany, messing with computers). My dad served his time when he was drafted after college back in 1954 or so. He got out early to go to grad school, after spending 18 months typing and playing ping-pong in Kansas. None of my grandparents fought in WWII (maternal grandfather was narcoleptic, paternal... not sure why not, though my wild guess would be that he was already going deaf and/or was older than most and was the sole breadwinner for his family). It doesn't sound like their grandparents were in WWI either, though maybe I missed that part of the family history.
Am I rambling again?
I would like to honor those who have fought and who are fighting for our country, even when our country doesn't know what to fight for. That's what I want to say.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Oh well!
I was not-so-secretly hoping that DS2 would go to Best Buddy's house today and leave me free free free. But BB's mom came by here and the boys took off to play and so here they are still. Usually, they don't take much supervision and I actually see DS2 less than if he's here with just me, but today I have interfered in some small matters - like having the garden hose gushing a flood when they weren't even playing in the water.
Luckily, I decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store after dropping DS1 off at school, while DS2 was at home with DH. I think they'd be fine, but I don't think a trip to the store would have been fun for any of us. We needed milk and bananas, so it had to happen sometime!
Oh, I got an espresso/cappuccino/latte machine at the preschool garage sale last weekend and have been playing with it ever since. The coffee has a slight metallic taste, but otherwise, I think I have the hang of it. And it only takes one time taking the filter holder full of grounds off before all the pressure has dissipated to learn that it's easier to open the frother thingy up to let the last tiny bit of steam out instead of spending the next few minutes cleaning grounds off of half of the kitchen.
I am going to get a little sewing done. I really need a shower and am debating if I should take one while the boys are running around. Or maybe I'll just read a book. I am halfway through The Loss of Leon Meed (recommended by my Page a Day book calendar). I'm not sure what the point is yet, but some of the characters are interesting.
Luckily, I decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store after dropping DS1 off at school, while DS2 was at home with DH. I think they'd be fine, but I don't think a trip to the store would have been fun for any of us. We needed milk and bananas, so it had to happen sometime!
Oh, I got an espresso/cappuccino/latte machine at the preschool garage sale last weekend and have been playing with it ever since. The coffee has a slight metallic taste, but otherwise, I think I have the hang of it. And it only takes one time taking the filter holder full of grounds off before all the pressure has dissipated to learn that it's easier to open the frother thingy up to let the last tiny bit of steam out instead of spending the next few minutes cleaning grounds off of half of the kitchen.
I am going to get a little sewing done. I really need a shower and am debating if I should take one while the boys are running around. Or maybe I'll just read a book. I am halfway through The Loss of Leon Meed (recommended by my Page a Day book calendar). I'm not sure what the point is yet, but some of the characters are interesting.
Monday, May 21, 2007
8 things
My online friend, Liza Lee at The Egret's Nest posted 8 things about herself that we might not have known. I knew the part about pink, though ;) Since I am currently not actually doing anything but surfing the 'Net and listening/watching YouTube videos posted by Lilith Saintcrow (go to "journal") (some 80's music, but the first one - "Cows With Guns" is a classic in its genre. Whatever genre that is. Funny musical claymation western sagas?)
Oh yeah. 8 things.
1) I am 5'9" and currently weigh more than at any time in my life except when pregnant. And I was HUGE when pregnant.
2) I always considered myself a pacifist with a bad temper. I am now a beginner in Tae Kwon Do. Have I mentioned pent-up aggression?
3) Speaking of 80's music, I don't think I own any music that was recorded after, oh, about the mid-90's. I don't listen to music all that much anymore. When it's quiet, I need my quiet, not background music.
4) I learned to sew as a kid, but hadn't done anything until about 4 years ago. Now I have a middling-to-large fabric stash. It's a disease.
Liza's right. Navel-gazing isn't all that easy. Should I make that #5?
5) If you had asked me a couple of years ago if I read romance novels, I would have said "oh hey, no way!" I read 3 this weekend. 1 contemporary (pretty good), 1 regency (OK), 1 with werewolves (not sure why these don't go straight into SF/Fantasy? But they were published as romance.) My favorite author is Jennifer Crusie, followed closely by Lani Diane Rich. The fact that they write so well is bolstered by their grace and kindness.
6) I've written about 75 pages of a novel. Which seems to a be a romance novel. Which is lacking in cohesive plot, but I really like some of the scenes.
7) I am in two book groups and only rarely end up reading the same thing twice. I am in charge of picking next month's book for the group that met tonight and I am hesitating between two books. Because I didn't tell them outright what I was picking, they thought there was a big secret about it. Oooh, just thought of a third one. They are all books that I really like and I am almost afraid to choose one because what if everyone hates it.... ?
8) Um..... I have extremely crooked pinkie fingers. Everyone in my family has slightly crooked ones, but I got the double dose and have been asked too many times to count if I had broken my fingers.
Phew!
Oh yeah. 8 things.
1) I am 5'9" and currently weigh more than at any time in my life except when pregnant. And I was HUGE when pregnant.
2) I always considered myself a pacifist with a bad temper. I am now a beginner in Tae Kwon Do. Have I mentioned pent-up aggression?
3) Speaking of 80's music, I don't think I own any music that was recorded after, oh, about the mid-90's. I don't listen to music all that much anymore. When it's quiet, I need my quiet, not background music.
4) I learned to sew as a kid, but hadn't done anything until about 4 years ago. Now I have a middling-to-large fabric stash. It's a disease.
Liza's right. Navel-gazing isn't all that easy. Should I make that #5?
5) If you had asked me a couple of years ago if I read romance novels, I would have said "oh hey, no way!" I read 3 this weekend. 1 contemporary (pretty good), 1 regency (OK), 1 with werewolves (not sure why these don't go straight into SF/Fantasy? But they were published as romance.) My favorite author is Jennifer Crusie, followed closely by Lani Diane Rich. The fact that they write so well is bolstered by their grace and kindness.
6) I've written about 75 pages of a novel. Which seems to a be a romance novel. Which is lacking in cohesive plot, but I really like some of the scenes.
7) I am in two book groups and only rarely end up reading the same thing twice. I am in charge of picking next month's book for the group that met tonight and I am hesitating between two books. Because I didn't tell them outright what I was picking, they thought there was a big secret about it. Oooh, just thought of a third one. They are all books that I really like and I am almost afraid to choose one because what if everyone hates it.... ?
8) Um..... I have extremely crooked pinkie fingers. Everyone in my family has slightly crooked ones, but I got the double dose and have been asked too many times to count if I had broken my fingers.
Phew!
Long time no talk!
I just talked to my high-powered financial advisor, who just happens to be an friend from college. Then I talked to her sister, also a good friend from college, who is training to work at the same place.
Basically my day has been made :)
Everything in moderation, even moderation. LEAF me alone! OK Bye.
Basically my day has been made :)
Everything in moderation, even moderation. LEAF me alone! OK Bye.
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