Pensacola

My head and heart have been in Pensacola the last couple of days, for obvious reasons. (Hi, Mom.) My parents are fine, safe and sound, and they have a small generator with which to keep their fridge running, and a lamp at night, for now. They've been out twice looking for ethanol-free gas to power it, and haven't had success finding that. But I think we're all hopeful the power will be restored sooner than they need to fill the gas tank. They went to Publix today (the day after) and were able to get some supplies.

Hurricanes are a part of life on the coast, of course, but they so frequently go just west, that Pensacolians are fairly complacent about them, I think it's safe to say. This one was forecast to go west up until the very day it didn't, I think -- if not all the way west to Louisiana (god love 'em), then at least Mississippi. And not that we wish any ill on other states/people, but we figured we'd be okay... I mean, they, they in Pensacola figured it would be a lot of rain and wind, but not the major flooding and destruction that they eventually got. My "we" is for my people!  

Ugh. It's tiring to think of how long it will take to clean it all up. We (Georgians) offered to go down and help - I say, to ease my own conscience here for when future-me reads this. Mom said it wasn't necessary, and we agreed that with their limited resources we'd likely be more of a drain than a help. But thank goodness for good neighbors and family members, taking care of each other. I really wish I could do more.

Anyway, our lives continue on normally (haha, well, Covid-normal) while they have to deal with aftermath, and that makes me feel weird, too. We (the kids and I) watched Survivor this evening while Shawn went out to play cornhole. [This is something he's just started, have I mentioned it? A coworker invited him - it's a whole Atlanta league and everything. It's good for him, I'm 100% behind it! One night a week.] 

One of the things we've become good at during the pandemic is ordering on apps. That sounds silly to say, but Before, I rarely used an app to order food. I was still calling up the Papa Johns on my HOME PHONE! (I have the number memorized, a fact of which I am proud.) Now I have several restaurant apps on my phone; enough that I can compare the features. The ChickFilA One app, I think, is the gold standard. It's amazing. I love how it knows when I've arrived, and how it tells me "a team member is on the way out to your car." The Moe's app is also fairly easy to use, and comes with the typical snark of the Moe's menu and brand-image. Then there's the Subway app, for which I have several saved Favorites, and used just tonight. The way theirs lets you customize your sandwich is fun -- it shows the sandwich all spread out, and you can just delete the brown mustard if you don't like it (and I don't)!

My paragraph transitions are like my entire brain right now. We just go hopping from one thing to another in zig-zag with no rhyme or reason, and so here is the next topic: Work is fine. Busy. Today I finished a project wherein I had to do some screen recordings (and record my Voice as well, talking, UGH). It took forever, but MAN, does it feel good to have it done (for now; Draft 1 is always just that, a draft). There are still many millions more projects that get assigned but not really followed up on, which makes me feel adrift and behind All The Time. But I just plug away, doing the best that I can, trying to accomplish Something every day. I try not to count the minutes/hours I've worked, and just DO my life. Do my work... but take a walk when I want to/need to. (I mean, I don't do as much cleaning or laundry as I would want to have accomplished, but that's what weekends are for!) 

I'm also trying to use the Calm app that I pay for year after year, and actually sit down with a 10-minute meditation every day. I am aiming to improve both my short-term memory, which is terrible, and my general focus. 

We ate well this week: 

- Bulgogi Pork Tenderloin, Jasmine Rice, Broccoli

- Chicken enchiladas (and as a family we agreed we need to back off a little on the Tex-Mex theme, lol)

- Meatloaf (leftover/frozen from several weeks ago), made new with homefried potatoes and a shredded cabbage/lettuce salad

- Penne pasta w/chicken and pantry parmesan cream sauce (by that I mean, cream of mushroom & chicken soup, a little milk, and grated parm)

- Subway 

That's what's up, at this moment. I have some other stories I could tell you, but another time. They include the words liver cysts, football game, as well as detention. !! Several different stories. :) 

Weary

Funny how everyone kept saying, "I'll just be so GLAD when this is over," all during the election cycle, and now that it's over, no one is glad.

I'm disappointed to see T-Rump representing us. It made me say a bad word when I woke up Wednesday and checked the news. He's not a decent person, I don't think. Not by a long shot. But you know what? This is how American democracy works, and why are people surprised that the "change" candidate won? That's normal after an 8-year term. I'm sick of the reaction to it already. I am sorry for the people who feel despondent and betrayed, and as I said, I don't like him either, but I'm weary of all the dramatic, earnest, "I will"/"I will not" posts in my social feeds. (Note to self: Stop checking FB, duh. And stop listening to news radio for a while.)

I downloaded two new books to distract me. Last night, though, I fell asleep immediately, at around 9:00, and wasn't able to shake myself out of it enough to make lunches or read. Shawn and I both, we think, aren't adjusted to the time change! Isn't that weird? Our kids seem fine, it's the grown-ups who can't get used to it. AskMoxie didn't warn me about this, heh.

Today I woke up with neck pain. I don't know what's going on with my shoulder and neck, but it's not great. I suspect that years of choral singing contribute to the shoulder pain -- holding a hymnal high and out in front isn't doing me any favors. Nor is sitting at a computer and reaching for the mouse all day every day. And probably, doing a lot of downward-facing dog and other yoga poses without really thinking about shoulder alignment. For the last 3-4 weeks I have had pretty consistent pain at the front of my right shoulder. Sometimes, I guess, when it's worse, I hold tension there and it moves across to my neck. Like today. I roll it and turn it and stretch it but nothing's working yet. I'll end up taking an Aleve but I'd kind-of like to just leave it alone and see what happens. Will it seize up completely? Should I go see a doctor? Probably. But I don't feel like having to do X-rays, only to be told they don't see anything, and I'm too chicken to try a chiropractor. I don't know. Modern problems. I've heard of people going to the doc for aches and pains and being told, "It's because you're using your mobile device too much." I don't want THAT diagnosis, either - how embarrassing. We'll see what happens. We've talked about investigating a new, fancy Sleep Number bed, too.

Since I'm already a little grumpy (but overall great! Kids are great! Husband even better! It's finally fall! It's almost the weekend!) I'll also tell you that I STILL, after 20 years at this writing thing, get annoyed when I get edited. Which happened this morning. (Or, not so much edited as told, "I'm not seeing the connection between this headline and that text," or, "It doesn't look right, now that I see it in the layout." It's never the layout's fault, by the way. It's NEVER that maybe it should have been designed differently. Nope.) So I'm off to go rewrite a headline that I thought was a good, unique, able-to-be-translated way to SAY THE SAME THING AGAIN. Argh.

The Snow that Wrecked Atlanta - January, 2014

It should have been so pretty. We didn't have any snow in 2013, so we were really craving some, I think. And it came down so fast, but still silently, as snow always does, that it could have been really beautiful.

Except that it wasn't, as everyone knew by the evening news.

I just want to record how I felt about it. My own experience, for memory's sake.

We left that Tuesday morning 1/28, thinking nothing of it. Forecasts all said that north of Atlanta, where we live, would get 1" - 3", which is usually an indicator that we'll get less than 1". It was cold, sure, and we bundled the kids up in their coats, but went off to school as usual, confident that, as the forecasters had told us, the snow wouldn't start coming down until around 3 or 4pm.

Well, at 9am the snow started coming down. I was safely ensconced in cubicle-land, prepping for and hosting a small online meeting. I saw out the window that it was snowing (pretty!) but didn't really think it would continue all morning. And my meeting caused some additional drama and stress, and I had some big projects that needed finishing -- a full to-do list -- so I was unable to think about outdoors at all. At one point I remember going into the breakroom and looking down at my car (I'm on the 4th floor) thinking, "It's sticking. The car's actually getting covered up. Huh."

At 12:20, Shawn called me.The school had announced via phone-tree message that they were shutting down at 1:00pm with regular carpool, and all kids should be picked up by 2:00 at the latest. He had volunteered to pick them up, and I was fine with that -- I didn't realize until later HOW glad I was that he had them. So at 12:20 he had already left his office and was in slow traffic -- he told me he could only go about 20 miles an hour and that I'd better leave, too.

I booked it out of there with my laptop, of course, to finish all my work from home that afternoon, and good thing. I think 10 minutes after I left, an intersection near my office, which has a small hill, had iced over and several cars didn't make it up that hill. Meanwhile, traffic on the two roads I needed to drive was at a standstill already. As you've read, ALL the offices in all the towns released their employees right around 12:30 -- sheer coincidence -- and the buses were trying to get kids home and the untreated roads were beginning to get slippery. Recipe for disaster. I felt okay in the beginning -- I could keep my tires in line with the slushy wet tire tracks in front of me and I didn't slip at all. It was just slow going. I turned left without a problem. I noticed I had been on the road an hour, and hadn't gotten very far. Less than a mile, probably.

I had called Shawn and he had the kids but he was also moving verrry slowly around the school (hills), trying to get out to a main road. They were excited about the snow at this point, talking to me from the back seat. We hung up and I was so grateful he had them. Then I did start slipping a little. Crunch, crunch, swivel swivel, and my blood pressure immediately shot up, I could tell. In seconds that seemed like minutes, I remembered, "Don't stand on the brake," which was exactly what I'd been trying to do at first. (My standard excuse is "I learned to drive in Florida!") I pumped the brake and that stopped me, thank God, but that was the beginning of the nerves being on edge. I looked out the window and noticed it was pretty coming down, but was only able to think that for a few seconds before the heightened feelings of worry took over again.

Another hour. I called Shawn again and this time I was kind-of panicked. He had to take me off speaker so the kids wouldn't hear, because I was crying. "I'm just a little scared," I told him. He said to keep calm, just drive carefully in low gear, and that it was going to be fine. I used yoga breathing and prayer to try to calm down, and it worked, mostly.

At several points I had to turn OFF the local news radio, which was making me more nervous than helping. They were trying to report accidents and I knew there HAD to be one in front of me, so I wanted to hear confirmation of that, but they never mentioned Barrett Parkway. They just kept saying my county was one of the worst, and then they'd mention tractor-trailers (semi trucks) turned over, and cars sliding off the road at random, and my heart rate would skyrocket. This happened a couple of times. I was imagining all the terrible things. I would get hot, too, and roll down the windows a bit. I wanted to keep the heat ON to keep the windshield defrosted (the back window was already forming some ice in the center) and I was scared to think, "what if I can't even see out the windows?" On the other side of the median, cars were still driving, albeit very slowly, so I knew the roads weren't completely iced yet. That helped my logical brain. Still, when a car in front of me and one lane over, just randomly starting sliding -- we were stopped -- I panicked again. What IF my car was next?

My hands were shaky and I cried a couple of other times. I also noticed that the other drivers around me WEREN'T panicky. They mostly looked bored, annoyed. I couldn't understand that. I kept thinking, "Why is no one else panicked?" And then since we were going nowhere, I started looking at Facebook. Everyone I knew was stuck somewhere. It was now 3:00 and there were still moms who hadn't gotten to school. (School sent out a message to say, "of course we will keep your kids safe as long as necessary.") Commenting on their scary situations actually helped me focus less on myself.

I also called my mom. She helped keep me calm just by talking and listening to my tale of woe, for half an hour. It helped immensely.

Top of the hour, called Shawn again. I had made it more than halfway to my subdivision and I told him if I got there and the ice was too bad (our s/d is all hills), I was leaving the car wherever I could and walking the half-mile to the house. The kids were being good as gold, he said. He could tell Kate was somewhat scared. They'd both slept a little, too. I couldn't imagine. He, funnily, had had to use his water bottle to relieve himself. I had been worried the kids would need to potty -- thank God, they never did. They'd eaten their school snacks. (Oh, another thing: because my morning at work had been dramatic, I hadn't eaten breakfast, and then I left before lunch. I had a few bites of chicken from my lunch salad on my way home but was basically going through the whole thing on an empty stomach. At one point I found a piece of the kids' Hubba Bubba gum, and ate it like medicine -- I could feel my blood sugar lowering, truly. Felt faint. Gum helped.)

I couldn't believe we had been in the car four hours. We talked about which road Shawn should take and I strongly suggested he stay on a main road, and NOT take the mountain road that was all hills and curves. He thought his new tires could handle it but I didn't want him away from commercial real estate -- if he chose the road I was suggesting, at least there'd be a grocery store and other businesses on the way, just in case. He thankfully agreed. I did see people out of their cars at this point, leaving them and starting to walk. To where, I don't know - the street I was on is pretty residential. Oh, and I was desperately watching my temperature gauge. It was just above halfway from Cold to Hot - no need for panic, but every time I looked at it I was convinced it was edging upwards. (It was fine.)

I was approaching our subdivision entrance and there was a car stopped just before the turn, slowing everything down as people went around it. Finally, finally, I got to turn in, and could go more than 1 mph. I went 5. The street was solidly covered but still had enough new snow on top to give me some traction, and I made it home. My neighbors' kids were already sledding. I made it up the hill in front of our house and down our driveway, into the garage. I couldn't believe that, and as I stopped the car I was seriously shaking, and had to sit a few minutes, cry my last tears, and let the panic shudder out of my whole body.

I know the whole thing sounded strange to everyone at home, but this was what it felt like to me. I went inside, called my mom again, texted my friends who'd sent out "are you okay?" texts, and sat at the front window waiting for Shawn's car. Didn't even take my coat off and I was still so tensed up. I should have probably started shoveling the driveway for Shawn, but couldn't move. When they pulled up, I can't even tell you. I ran to the back door. I couldn't believe the kids weren't climbing up the walls. I couldn't get them hugged enough. We all exclaimed. Alex said, "I don't think I want to go play in the snow right now. I've had about enough of the snow!" Kate couldn't believe it took them SO LONNNNNG to get home.

We spent the rest of the night watching Facebook for friends' reports -- several sat in their cars for 10+ hours, walked a mile or more to their homes, or the homes of friends, some slept at the school with their shaken kids after arriving there at 5:00, 6:00, and some helped strangers along the way. No one we knew got hurt. It was impossible. It was unbelievable. We still both felt high strung at 10 and 11pm.

The rest of the week, we recovered, enjoyed our snow days, and watched the news pound Atlanta government officials and our favorite weathermen for the epic fail. I don't know. Who knows what Mother Nature is ever going to do? There's no way to predict that. Shawn got out to his office on Thursday. The first time I drove again was Friday at 1:00pm and I was actually nervous. Ice was still on the ground in some places and my stomach was preparing for the worst. Post-traumatic, I guess.

What a crazy week. 

(And then yesterday, Sunday, it was 60 degrees and the kids played outside in their flip flops.)

Halloween things, and scarier things

Two things:

I have never liked dressing up for Halloween, as an adult. Maybe I did too much dressing up as a teen in community theater? Maybe I thought I didn't have any good ideas (and wasn't willing to spend $29)? Maybe I didn't think I could pull off the sexy-whatever that seems to be the norm for adult women costumes (definitely)...I don't know why.

But this year my office has a new HR manager, and a real need for some morale-boosting (it's just been a crummy few years with no social events at all), and so we're actually having a costume contest. And it's actually really fun. I'm Minnie Mouse. I already had a headband with the ears and the red bow from our last Disney trip, and I just safety-pinned white felt polka-dots onto a red t-shirt. Easy! (I also bought white gloves but it's awfully hard to type in them!)

The best part was Kate telling me this morning, "Everyone is going to love your costume, Mommy!" :) Awww. Made my day.

In previous jobs I've had, there were always the few people who dressed up, but everyone looked sideways at those weirdos. Without an official invitation, I never was motivated to do so myself. I'm glad of the planned requirement, this year.

Around the office, we have Rainbow Brite, a cowgirl, a "devil in a blue dress," (clever), a zombie, a guy wearing an Afro wig who says he's Bob Ross (love), a fortune teller, some other creative things, and several bah-humbugs who aren't dressed at all. The ones whose religions prevent them from celebrating Halloween (Jehovah's Witnesses, we have a few), I'll give a pass -- but the regular ol' people who just didn't feel like it, I'm now scowling in your general direction. Even though I used to be one of you.

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Much scarier than Halloween, is the fact that at my kids' Catholic school now, they are having Intruder Drills along with Fire Drills and Tornado Drills. "Intruder Drills are where you have to HIDE, Mommy," Kate says in her 5-year-old, doesn't-even-know-what-"intruder"-means voice. She prefers the restroom to the closet, she says, and is glad Ms. Lane brings a flashlight.

I just can't... this is so incredibly sad. Leaves me feeling entirely hopeless for our world.

PLEASE PRAY FOR AN END TO GUN VIOLENCE

I'm sorry to even share this, and I don't usually get on a soapbox, but  it makes me so ANGRY, and so FEARFUL and SAD for our country and for the whole world if these are the kind of people in it.

The story says that the suspects are believed to be between 10 and 15 years old.

I can't take this kind of story any more. What is WRONG with people??? Why does a [expletive] TEN YEAR OLD have access to a gun? When did it become a thought process for a ten-year-old to put a gun in a woman's face because he wants some money, and then just up and kill the baby in her stroller?? How does a kid know how to pull the damn trigger and not consider what's about to happen?? I don't know who to blame, I don't know what to do, I want to throttle whoever is in charge of the care of this 10-year old and this 15-year old, I am certain that the Devil is on the prowl and laughing about another innocent child dead, and I am so sad. So sad for that mom and dad whose stroller -- STROLLER -- is stained with blood.

We need a SERIOUS, SERIOUS prayer chain about this. We need to say the St. Michael the Archangel prayer ALL THE TIME.

KIDS SHOULD NOT HAVE GUNS.

Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle;
be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray:
and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits
who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.

Cookie solution, and acknowledging

You know what I did to solve the cookie problem? At DH's suggestion I bought a tube of Pillsbury sugar cookie dough, and some red and green sprinkles. Boom. Done. Kids loved sprinkling them, and eating them, and holiday cookies are a success. (No one but me liked the Oreo truffles (to which I forgot to link last time), -- and all the people at my choir's Christmas party! and my co-worker! Dumb kids.)

Anyway, that's done, and couldn't feel MORE frivolous or stupid in light of everything that has happened in the news since then. I'm not equipped to write about it, and certainly not to write well. All I can tell you is that my kids were bickering the last several days (with us, as well as with each other), but last night they played for more than an hour with a big cardboard box, decorating it to be their Spaceship, and having all kinds of happy adventures together, and it was the most wonderful and the most heartbreaking thing ever.

It's easy to pray right now. Easy. Even with doubt and anger and fear, it's not hard to know what to say.

7 Quick Takes: Twitter, talents and treats

1. I'm not going to talk about the political issues because I'm polite, but I will tell you that Twitter makes the debates infinitely more fun (as if you didn't know that), and I definitely think during the debate on Monday we need to play a drinking game! (It's a shame it's on a Monday but hey, I support wine on Mondays already! Woo!) Twitter also makes it hard to pay attention to what they're saying with any seriousness. But that hardly matters -- it isn't like either candidate says anything meaningful, or even decipherable. I do agree with whoever suggested that their mics be automatically TURNED OFF after their allotted speaking time. When they and the moderator, all three, start stepping on each others' sentences, trying to get the very last word in, it makes me cringe and want to hide under my blanket.

My college had a well-known debate team (or conference? or event? I'm not sure) and I think about KIDS learning the "art" of debate. Hmm. That also makes me cringe a little. I'm hoping my kids won't be interested, heh.

2. But speaking of kids in public speaking situations, 8-year-old AJ has signed up for the Battle of the Books at his school. WAIT 'TIL YOU HEAR: They create their own teams of 4 (I hope he picks smart people and not just his buddies, if he gets to pick) and they divide a list of 24 age-appropriate books among themselves. Every other team has the same list (by grade level). Each kid gets 6 books which they have to read, study up on the author's bio, and other details, and then... Quiz Bowl! If one of your books is asked about, you're responsible to supply your team with the right answer. How I wish this had been available when I was a kid! Although... I did not have the memory for detail like AJ does. He will tell me in which chapter of which book of the 39 Clues mysteries that Dan and Amy found a silver dollar under a bench. And he read that book a year ago, and has read many, many books since. I can't fathom it. So I'm SLIGHTLY excited about sitting in the audience for his Jeopardy!-like debut.

3. And speaking of talents... despite all my worrying over him, that kid is doing so well in his martial arts class. Yesterday, they worked on some conditioning things first. One was "ball-jitsu." They used a stability ball and the instructor wanted the kids to swing one leg over the top of the ball and then bounce-sit on, and quickly back off, the top of the ball. Well, I thought there was no way AJ's little legs would manage that. But he DID. He adapts -- he kind of jumped over it at an angle, but impressed everyone. The instructors were like, "Whoa, AJ! Perfect!"

4. Blood pressure medication (DH) and heartburn (me). These are two things going on in my household right now. Great. We're old people. I ordered half-caff today at Starbucks and I expect to be getting my customized "LAME" badge any day now.

5. Because of the heartburn I was reading up on what we should and shouldn't eat. Always a comforting thing to do. I saw something about sugar being the complete enemy of health, and thought, I do really need to get my sugar intake under control. I don't drink my sugar (I drink alternatively-sweetened things or use Splenda), but I get a lot of it with little handfuls of M&Ms, and other treats. And then I remembered it's October. Hahahahahaha. Hmm.

6. The next couple of weeks are packed full of life and activity, so I'm putting this here so I'll remember it: I've got to figure out how and where to do early voting! I think Nov. 6 will be virtually impossible.

7. I found this Read the Catechism by email in a year yesterday, and I signed up. I don't know how long I'll stick to it, but it's worth a try, right? I also found this: calm.com. 2 minutes or ten, peace for hectic days. I love it more than toast. :)

What she said!

RT @bessieviola Also, to hell w/feminism and having it all! Get me an apron!

She just Tweeted what I've been wanting to say for YEARS. :)

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Hey, Atlanta is flooded! And therefore, we are also (or were) flooded, to a certain extent. I can't believe that some of the old rich homes near Peachtree Creek are the ones flooded out. The suburbs, where I live, were deluged as well. Roads are out and all the schools are closed. It's crazy. Flooding in other areas of the country (Ohio), without a hurricane association, has never registred with me. I've not understood how it works or what it really means. I don't know why. When it's far away you don't always take note. But when it rains for 4 days straight (or more? I lost count) you start to get it. When your backyard is underwater, it begins to register. Huh. This is a flood.

We're very lucky -- only our basement had, I don't know, an inch of water? -- and we've seen a couple of little water stains on the ceiling. I'm praying for the people who are in shelters today.

RIP, John Hughes

I didn't even realize one of my favorite movies of all time was a John Hughes film.

I am sure lots of bloggers from my generation will have eloquent things to say about him and his work today. This from NPR is a lovely tribute.

He shaped our thinking, really. He'll be missed.

Not saying anything one way or the other

I keep searching online, wanting to know what people thought about the VP debate. I've read a few articles, blog posts. Probably what I really want to determine, though, is what *I* thought about the debate. It was historic for me, but only because I managed to watch the entire thing and not fall asleep (for longer than 5 minutes during the Sudan/Afghanistan part). Ha. Mostly I thought it was the same old typical political schlock, with a bit of "I'll charm 'em" talk thrown in from Palin, which is her deal. I didn't think either one of them said anything we hadn't heard before, and both of them likely spoke some untruths.

I found it funny the couple of times they "agreed" on something -- the gay marriage issue, when Ifill said "Good, you agree." and the sworn-to-silence audience couldn't help laughing. And then that they "both love Israel." Heh. And I liked when Biden said "I love him," referring to McCain. I, myself, loved Palin's suit and the highlights in her hair. And I hope no one will take that as me bashing her OR being a dumb-ass who is voting for or against gender alone. Because I'm not, I'm just observing.

(Here's stating the obvious:) If we could have Tivo'd it, watched about 10 minutes, and then rewound to start over, we would have made it a drinking game. Anytime Palin said the word, "Maverick..." or mispronounced "Nu-cue-lar..."

DRINK!

(What is it with that word, by the way?!? NUCLEAR. New-Clear. How hard is it? Aaaghggh.)

Anytime Biden started his answer with the word "Look," or added a superfluous "fundamental..."

DRINK!

It could go on and on and we'd all have been completely wasted by the end.

I thought the NBC commentator got it just right, though, that both of them exceeded expectations. Palin spoke to the people, as one of the (lowly) people, and that was what she needed to do, not let herself get ruffled as she has by the bright lights and fast-talking, hard-pressing media. And I actually think Biden did well on that front, too, aligning himself with regular people who've had hardship in their lives. I thought he was well spoken and I think others have said this, HE might appeal to more people as the Presidential nominee than smooth-talker Barack. (And I'm sorry, yes, he's a GOOD speaker, but he's also Reeeeel Smmoooth. Trained in speaking is what I mean.)

Anyway, I'm pretty much your classic swing-voter according to this, and although my mom and dad will cringe to hear it, I'm still not absolutely sure whom to vote for. I'm pretty sure, but not absolutely. I'm not convinced my vote will even matter in Georgia, although this year we might have a more interesting electorate than we usually do.

I don't know. I never know about politics. Moving on.

Since it's October, we finally opened the Halloween CD my Mom brought a couple of weeks ago, and AJ's taken it to school 2 days in a row (they listen to music while eating breakfast and at the end of the day). He LOVES the songs "Ghostbusters," and "I Want Candy," which are, of course, fun for us grownups too. And he LIKES, but gets SCARED, listening to the "Spooky Sounds" portion of the CD. It has tracks like "Evening in the Dark Forest," "Midnight at a Cemetery," and "Dr. Frankenstein's Laboratory," complete with creaky door effects, hooting owls, and faraway bell-tolling. Spooooooky. He wants me to play those tracks, but then 30 seconds into them, he says, "Turn it off, Mommy! I'm scared!" Hee hee hee. I think he really LIKES getting scared like that, you know, the thrill we all have about non-threatening scary things. :)


(Someone's going to see that last sentence as a subtle reference, since everyone's referring to either Palin or Obama as "scary" in the political rhetoric going around. But it was just coincidence that I wrote about both those things today... really.)

Nothing to report, really

Today I don't really have anything earth-shattering to tell (do I ever?), but I think some of my better posts are the ones where I just type for a while and see what materializes. Free-form blogging, as it were. You've been warned.

My mind has been trying to wrap itself around the elections the last week or so, like most people. I don't like watching either convention, because it's all just a lot of scripted cheerleading and Other-Party-Bashing, and I don't like that. There's little of substance. But I have peeked in on each convention and you know what I've noticed the most? The sets. Like, behind the DNC podium one day last week they had a couple of huge window panels, right? Those were pretty, with the beige carpet-y looking surroundings. I don't know if that was the stage all the way through. Like I said, I try not to watch. Last night I wasn't as fond of the large black and white images behind the RNC podium, because I thought it took away from being able to see the person who was speaking. I did think Laura Bush looked lovely in red, and behind her they had a giant, soft image of an American flag -- that was nice.

You see how much I pay attention to the content, though. Not much. The debates? I will watch. The tickets this year make the race really fascinating (I = Master of Obvious) and I want to hear what everyone has to say about how they will lead this country. Even the debates, though, can't be trusted. Politicians will SAY whatever they have to say; whether or not they follow through on "promises" is certainly a toss-up. I do hate all the meanness that comes with politics, though, and I wonder if we'll EVER move away from the either-or mentality of a two-party system.

BUT! I don't want to talk politics with my friends. It's impolite.

Speaking of impolite -- one of AJ's favorite stories lately is "Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby." We have it in an illustrated children's literature anthology, as well as a Little Golden Book handed down from DH's childhood collection. Do you read this story to your kids? It was a favorite of mine, too, when I was small. Of course there's the dialect. Brer Rabbit says to the Tar Baby: "Ain't you goin' to say 'Howdy?' Ain't you goin' to be PER-LITE?" And I read it in dialect because that's the way it's meant to be read -- it's part of our country's literary tradition. But it makes me feel a little funny. I worry that, in one edition, they repeat the phrase, "And the Tar Baby, he say nothin'," over and over again. AJ quoted it back to me yesterday. "Mommy, I like the part where the Tar Baby he say nothin'." Eeek. "He doesn't say anything, son. Anything." Just what I need is to raise a boy who thinks "ain't" really is a word. Maybe I'll suggest "Make Way For Ducklings" tonight instead.

And speaking of dialect! (Wow, the segues are just perfect this morning!) I heard a radio interview with someone from Montague, LA, where the reporter kept saying "Hurricane GOOSE-tahv," like we've all been saying. The Montague resident, however, said, "Gus-TAHV," with his French-Cajun accent. How I love that sound. It made me smile.

Experiment

In an attempt to survive Drought Watch 2007, I have initiated a little test at my household. (Not survive the drought, mind you -- just the drought watch. The guilt of the media blitz. No one's going to survive the drought. See below.)

Hypothesis: A little family of three can go three whole days (until we leave for the water-rich lands of south Georgia) without running the dishwasher at all.

Materials: Paper plates, knives/forks/spoons, etc.

Process: (Don't turn on the dishwasher, Einstein.)

Results: TIME WILL TELL.

Honestly, the whole thing has me so perturbed right now. I'm TIRED of not flushing the goll-darn toilet. AJ told me yesterday, "Mama, your pee-pee doesn't smell very good." THANKS, KID, NEITHER DOES YOURS. I'm TIRED of feeling like I can't shave in the shower (even though it's pretty darn hard at 6 months preggers and I'd be lying if I said I'd do it every day under normal circumstances -- hello, it's PANTS season.) I'm TIRED of driving a dirty car. Of having theh saaaame chalk drawings on the sidewalk that last 4 weeks because there's been NO RAIN (I like variety). Of squirting the tiniest bit of water into a spaghetti sauce pot, then wiping that DIRTY WATER around in an attempt to clean the pot -- all because I feel guilty about doing dishes PROPERLY.

I shouldn't joke but it's feeling like we're headed for third-world country status over here. Meanwhile, the Army Corps of Engineers is required to let, what is it, 28 million gallons? of water flow downstream every DAY to save the stinking mussels in Florida. (Sorry, Florida.) Now I love a good bowl of mussels in cream sauce, don't get me wrong! And I know, endangered species, circle of life, the more that die out, the farther up the chain the endangering will go. But seriously? It's about to already REACH the top of the food chain -- us little ol' humans. We are 20 feet away from crisis, here. I.E., they say no drinking water in 79 days. DISASTER! Y2K all over again! ALARM! ALARM! ALARM!

I'll admit the news is making it worse with their doomsday nonsense, but somehow the urgency does not seem to compute in the brains of the bureaucrats. Anyway, I'm sick of the whole thing. What I love best is that 79 days is approximately 2.5 months... and approximately the time I'll need to deliver a new human, water-consuming child into the world! Awesome! (Note to the governor: If I breastfeed, I will need to reserve at least 64 oz. a day for myself. Thank you.)

I'm torn between wanting to conserve, a la my experiment, and just wanting to live my life and use it all up -- the government morons are the ones who didn't plan this city right, why should *I* suffer for it??

SIGH. At least I have chocolate-chip-pumpkin muffins stored in the freezer. You know, for emergencies.

A rapper I can get behind

First it was Shreveport, then my own Atlanta tried to pass fashion police laws about this annoying little trend in young males. (And females, heck... remind me to tell you about the teenage g-string we saw last weekend at the local ice cream shop! Or don't, eww.)

Today -- and I heard this on NPR -- it's south Dallas, where the deputy mayor wants to do something about the kids' britches. But he's going about it the right way: He has help from someone they may listen to.


I truly don't listen to hip-hop, but I think the song is brilliant. It makes me laugh -- sounds like he's talking to a bunch of 4-year-olds. It doesn't seem quite right to pass a LAW about how people dress (there are already indecent exposure laws, why waste time and taxpayer money? Besides that, I think there may be more important crimes to be prosecuted. Maybe.) But taking it to the streets? Excellent idea.

Seriously, the words of the song. SO Funny. You can listen to the whole thing by clicking in the sidebar here.

*loud applause*

A small dilemma

I missed Blog Action Day on Monday. It's unfortunate because we're right smack in the middle of a terrible drought in Georgia, and for once, I am actually THINKING A LOT about the environment. Specifically, about water usage and conservation. Disclaimers: I haven't seen Al Gore's big movie and frankly I'm scared of it; I don't recycle because my garbage service swears to me that they separate everything at the dump; and I don't compost because it's icky and smelly.

HOWEVER! This water thing has me trying to make changes: planning a trip to Lowe's today to buy a lo-flow shower head, and washing my face in cold instead of waiting 15 seconds for the water to warm up. (The horrors.) I've also become a little less vigilant about flushing the toilet -- "If it's yellow, let it mellow..." -- especially when I'm the only one home on Mondays/Thursdays. It's a bit unpleasant, but hey, saving 10-20 gallons of water is worth it right now. They're saying we have 115 days left of water in North Georgia. I don't like the sound of that. Having plenty of drinking water later WILL BE pleasant, thank you. It greatly outweighs the inconvenience of a dirty potty now.

My dilemma is thus: AJ is a forgetful little soul, and oftentimes wants to leave the bathroom toute de suite after finishing his business, without flushing. Gotta get back to his shows educational toys, y'know. I don't want him to think that's okay! I want to march him right back in and say, "Flush it, mister." But in these desperate times.... I'm letting it mellow.

What to do? I shrug and try to explain to a 3-year-old that we need to save water. Ha. I hope he'll realize one day, when toilets are required to be lo-flow, that flushing is important. Don't want him to be one of THOSE kids, after all. Eew.

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Seriously, though, even if you don't live in Georgia, conserve water. Your state may be asked to ship it down here when we're all parched and cracking come January! Here are some great tips. Surprisingly, most of these are things that Hubby and I thought of before having to read them -- we're just lazy Americans with too many blessings that we take for granted.

Lard?? You must be joking.

Okay, she could have probably chosen a different outfit. And her performance was certainly, clearly lackluster. I don't want to excuse Britney's behavior or her other flaws over the last 2 years. But if *I* looked like that after having my 2 babies? HELL, YES, I'd strut around in a black sequined bikini. And we would be MIGHTY IMPRESSED WITH MY ABS, too.

I can't believe the words people are using to describe her: Fat. Bulging. Lard. Paunch.

If that is a 'paunch,' don't EVER send the journalists to my bathroom mirror.

Give the girl a break, I swear.

Relative to my job, sort-of

Hee hee. The college admissions game is so much fun.

A high school teacher in San Francisco gives his students "rejection therapy."

Not in My House!

Oh, dear, this is unfortunate news. I hope my husband doesn't see it because it just ISN'T TRUE:

Psst… Chicks Dig Technology
via wired
Reuters 07:15 AM Aug, 02, 2006

Diamonds are no longer a girl’s best friend, according to a new study that found three of four women would prefer a new plasma TV to a diamond necklace....The Girls Gone Wired survey of 1,400 women and 700 men aged 15 to 49, which was conducted by market researcher TRU, found that given the choice, women would opt for tech items rather than luxury items like jewelry or vacations....

Seventy-five percent of us are CA-RAZY, is all I have to say. I'll take your diamonds.