Musings
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Superheroes
In yesterday’s post, which was a meme of six weird things about me, I mentioned that my personal real life hero is Harriet Tubman. I admire her for her grace, her courage, her determination, and her strength of conviction. She was a woman who wanted freedom, and found a way to attain it…once she had tasted the sweet flavor, however, she determined that she must free others, so she went back into harm’s way, so that she might rescue others. I’m assuming you all know of her work. Of how she, along with the help of the underground railroad, spirited slaves out of the south to their freedom in Canada.…
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Misc…
Just a few things…First, today is the first day of Passover. Happy Passover everyone, and if you celebrate with a Seder, enjoy! We’re only Jewish for Hannukah, so we won’t be celebrating…but we wish everyone who does a lovely evening. Second, today is national D.E.A.R. day. DEAR stands for Drop Everything And Read. Maya’s class does this in the mornings when they get to school every day, which is nice. If you have time in your day, sit down today and read for 30 minutes to celebrate. Why leave all the fun for the kids? 🙂 Lastly, I’m getting a lot of SPAM email. Blech. Comes in looking like this:…
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Wanted and Loved
We were watching “Six Feet Under” last night, and boy, that show has gotten pretty depressing. Wait, it has always been depressing. What am I saying? Anyway, David and Keith are looking into adopting or having a surrogate mother help them, so they can be dads. At one point, they go to the house of another gay acquaintance of theirs, who has some other friends over for drinks. They raise a toast to David and Keith’s endeavors. The toast? “May every child be wanted and loved just as they are, because otherwise, life is hell.” Wow. Now, I know this toast is coming from a gay man, and his personal…
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A Weekend to Myself….Really?
For some reason I joined this group of bloggers called Crazy Hip Blog Mamas…maybe saw them on Wendy’s Site, maybe the other J, not sure…I haven’t checked them out very often, because hey, only so many hours in one day, and I have all of these blogs over to the right there that I MUST read, or I will wither up and die. Well, today for some reason I went over there and looked, to see what’s up. They are positing a topic…What would you do if you had an entire weekend to yourself. So, here goes… An entire weekend…to…myself….hmmmm. I’m thinking I would either: 1. Sit around and eat…
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Tired of the Rain Yet?
I’m guessing I’m the only person in Northern California who isn’t sick of the rain. This year has set records for the rainiest spring ever, and the most rainy days. Add that to the fact that the snow up in the Sierras is about twice as wet as normal CA snow, and the reservoirs are getting close to capacity, and much of the Central Valley is below sea level, protected by an old and neglected levee system, and this could be a rough summer of flooding for CA, as the snow melts and overtaxes the reservoirs. All of that is bad. Also bad is that people are SICK of grey,…
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Happy HNT & Working from Home
Today is my first day working at home. The plus? These are my work shoes. Old, comfy slippers! (See that bit of ankle showing there? That’s your HNT!) So far, the best part is the comfy, and that I somehow seem to get a bit more done. The bad part is, it’s right in my bedroom. No other place in condo living for the computers and desk, etc. Sigh. But Maya gets to sleep until 7, we have breakfast together (at work, we would go to our seperate computers and eat at desks…she doing neomail or reading Kim Possible fan fic, me doing work email, etc.), we walk the dog…
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Happy HNT & Working from Home
Today is my first day working at home. The plus? These are my work shoes. Old, comfy slippers! (See that bit of ankle showing there? That’s your HNT!) So far, the best part is the comfy, and that I somehow seem to get a bit more done. The bad part is, it’s right in my bedroom. No other place in condo living for the computers and desk, etc. Sigh. But Maya gets to sleep until 7, we have breakfast together (at work, we would go to our seperate computers and eat at desks…she doing neomail or reading Kim Possible fan fic, me doing work email, etc.), we walk the dog…
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Old Enough?
One of the comments on my post about boredom was that the person was surprised that I didn’t feel Maya was old enough to be left alone…which got me thinking, “How old is old enough”? I’m not stupid like these people, who left their kids for the weekend while they go to Vegas. But I DO trust my daughter, and since there’s no younger sibling around for her to worry about, when would be old enough? I know when I was her age, I was home alone, sort of, because my mom worked and my brother was there. He was 12 to my 10, so I would think that’s a…
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Quote of the Day…
I’m cleaning off my desk at work, because soon I’ll be working from home, and I have to figure out what to keep here, and what to take with me. I came across this quote that I found somewhere once…maybe Center for a New American Dream? I’m not sure. Anyway, I’m thinking you’ll like it. I do. “Money can never buy you love or happiness. You cannot go into a store and pay a person to be your friend. I mean, you could, but I would rather meet them under a big apple tree.” – Rebekah McConnell, 11 years, Meridian, ID. I love the optimism of it, yet the knowledge…
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Boredom….
Ted just finished reading A Sense of the Mysterious, by Alan Lightman. Here’s a description that I found online: Alan Lightman was horror-struck to realise that he has no spare time. He has become “a unit of efficiency”. He has to reach back to his childhood for the last time he meandered through a day, when time was not cut into efficient byte-sized pieces for instant use. As he writes, the reader thinks. A Sense of the Mysterious is a collection of essays by physicist-writer Lightman, a great introduction to his work and pure pleasure for fans. So Ted was telling me a bit about this book yesterday, which got…
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Last mention, then never again…I promise
So the latest on the celebrity face match, in comments from readers, is that I look less like Evangeline Lilly, less like J.Biggs, and more like: Meryl Streep (I’ll take that) Glen Close (I’ll take that, too) and Laura Dern (I’ll definately take that!). When I was in High School, I had someone tell me I looked kind of like Susan Sarandon, but after that, maybe 1993, I used to get Laura Dern more often. Laura Dern is a lot taller than me, I think, and much skinnier/flatter chested, but there are definately similiarities. The shape of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, though her lips are fuller…maybe make…
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2nd try…
OK, I tried this again, with the picture here. I don’t like it quite as much as the other picture, though they are both of me on very happy days. This picture is of me at my 40th birthday party, which ROCKED because my husband is so damned cool, and he spoiled me all rotten by throwing me a big bash. The picture over to the right is of me at a place called, “Cheeseburger in Paradise”, on Oahu. (Picture not there anymore, sorry…you can now see it on this page, though.) My first Hawaiian vacation, last June. I’m all happy and relaxed, because, duh, Hawaii, vacation, you know? Anyway,…
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Scared Shitless
10 years ago today was my last doctor appointment before Maya’s birth. She was due the 17th, so she was at this point 10 days overdue. I was given the choice of inducing on Friday (the 29th) or Monday (April 1st). I chose Friday, because my mom was only staying with us until Wednesday, because I didn’t want her to be born on April Fools Day, and because I was SICK OF BEING PREGNANT. So, they said, unless I went in to labor on my own, I needed to report to the hospital Thursday evening, and spend the night there. What? Spend the night? In a hospital? WAY TOO SCARY!…
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Hold on to your…..selves….
Looks like mouse testicles have many of the same properties as human stem cells, and so they’re thinking that human testicles may hold out a lot of hope for human medicine….read more here. And boys, hold on to your…um….hats…
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Why I Am ALWAYS Late for Work
I get up at 5:00, and I’m scheduled to be at work by 7:00. I work from 7:00 – 4:00. I can probably count on one hand the times I’ve been here by 7:00 so far this month. Maybe one finger. Why, you may ask? I have two HOURS to get ready, and I live 5 minutes from work. So it’s not the drive. OK, here’s the schedule: 5:00 Alarm goes off 5:05 Get out of bed 5:06 Turn on computer 5:07 Go downstairs. Feed dog. Make Maya’s lunch. Do any cleaning that bugs me in the morning, but didn’t bug me last night. 5:20 Take shower 5:30 Check work…