May the Force be with you this trick-or-treating night.
May the Force be with you this trick-or-treating night.
CNN turned Colorado blue yesterday.
And another day goes by without my head exploding. Score.
Elliot and I are canvassing for Obama on Saturday. We’ll have great weather (mid-70′s, what’s that? global warming you say? hmmm) and we’ll be helping turn Colorado darker blue.
I voted yesterday – no lines, walked right in with my cheat sheet. Colorado has the country’s longest ballot this election with 14 state-wide questions (although, in all fairness, 4 were removed but after ballots were printed). We have a particularly ugly amendment defining a person from the moment of fertilization.
Less than a week to go and my head hasn’t exploded. Score.
I am a creature of habit. I think it’s my defense mechanism for analysis paralysis. Completely unrelated to the pictures below, I heard on NPR a few weeks back a woman who researched happiness. She determined that the happiest people are those that are satisfied. Those that have a set of requirements for, say, pasta sauce and as soon as they find a jar that meets those requirements they purchase it. They do not continue to look at pasta sauces. Why would they? They have one that meets all their needs.
My pumpkin patch experience is like that. There are more patches around here. Some even closer than the one we have gone to for the last five years. But I like this one. We will go here until Audrey leaves for college.
(The above anecdote should not leave the reader with the idea that the author does not suffer from analysis paralysis. She does. Too often.)
Back to the pretty pictures. Baby Elliot was a little chub of baby, with rosy cheeks because of eczema and a moist kiss because of the drool. Two-year old Elliot is totally excited that he can do basically whatever he wants because mommy can’t catch him, what with that baby sister of his strapped to her front side. 2006 was good, everyone could walk. 2007 Audrey figures out it was funny to poke her belly button in pictures. And this year? This year they look like KIDS. Good grief, when did that happen?
I just noticed, they upgraded the sign this year. Now there are cornstalks tied to the posts that hold up the sign. That? That’s classy. And that’s why we’ll be back next year. And the year after.
Not in the theft sort of way. The kids and I had friends over. I wanted to talk to my friend, the mom, uninterrupted, so I gave them the camera and sent all three to the “play basement.” It’s interesting to see what’s important to a pre-schooler. Also, now you’ll see that we have an unfinished basement with a play area in it. We had electricity put in all around, added foam flooring and now have a 132 sq ft place for kids to make a mess play. Even Peter now has room for Rock Band.
And just so no one worries. Yes, we tested for radon and yes it’s well below the legal limits. And no there are no chemicals stored down there (that’s what under the bathroom sink is for, silly. I jest.). And yes, my holiday junk and kids’ too big clothing and things that need to go to charity really are all in clearly marked bins, nicely stacked along one wall. Notice, though, I’m not posting pictures of my 2-car garage that holds one car. Ahem.
Audrey took that last picture of Elliot in her room. Which, if you were around for the great color choice of 2007 (hmmm, follow up to post any day now – I’m sure) you had a part in choosing the paint on the walls. I think maybe, that someone’s room has not been clean enough to photograph in the last year and that is why you haven’t seen pictures. Kids are leaving for two weeks next month. I’ll photograph everything clean. Even the dog.
As for the basement. We’re going to seal the walls and floors, hang some colorful artwork, put a craft area somewhere as well as a dress up area. We considered finishing the basement in a more traditional sense, but a) have you seen the economy lately and b) why cover up concrete? all the cool kid lofts have it exposed.
Anyone have any experience with acid staining concrete? Tell me all about it!
A lovely reader asks, oh where oh where could my P.A. be? I reply, Hai! lovely reader that I merely made up as a device for some comedic relief – I have been … well, scattered. I think my shit is glued back together. We’ll see. But! In early October I went to a conference of smart women. Here’s a picture from my drive:
And this is what smart women draw on white boards when left unattended:
I wish I could take credit for this. I will forever remember it when someone asks for an example of a palindrome. Although these are good too.
My local bloggy friend Renaissance Woman tagged me for a meme. Thank god. I need some material.
The rules are to answer the following questions in one word and then pass it on to seven others:
Where is your cell phone? table
Where is your significant other? upstairs
Your hair color? red
Your mother? distant
Your father? missing
Your favorite thing? latte
Your dream last night? nonexistent
Your dream/goal? peace
The room youâ€™re in? dining
Your hobby? sleep
Your fear? lonliness
Where do you want to be in 6 years? blissful
Where were you last night? hot-tub
What youâ€™re not? perfect
One of your wish-list items? side-board
Where you grew up? Colorado
The last thing you did? this
What are you wearing? sweats
Your TV? off
Your pet? resting
Your computer? on
Your mood? weary
Missing someone? no
Your car? red
Something youâ€™re not wearing? smile
Favorite store? Target
Your summer? short
Love someone? yes
Your favorite color? pink
When is the last time you laughed? today
Last time you cried? dumb
Seven others? Wow. Okay …
Just some of us more than others.
Yay! Sher at Wrekehavoc is now the (presumably) proud owner of an awesome Google shirt. As for the contest, I now worry that I’m not all that normal. I assumed everyone had an Inet snafu. Apparently only Sher and I. Hmmm. Maybe your stories would have divulged national security secrets.
I don’t know why it popped into my head – but has anyone seen the Price is Right with Drew Cary? Is it worth watching next time I’m home sick?
I was pointed to Margaret and Helen’s blog by an aunt (I have five and Peter has seven, so it’s easy to happen – well, expect for the part where I doubt Peter’s aunts read the interwebs. I digress). My first thought, was oh dear – old people and technology, not always a good mix. But look at their spunky banner picture! I hope I’m still scooting around at 82.
And then I read.
Well, I thought it was a good debate.Â My hats off to Bob Shiefferâ€¦ and my blouse too if he plays his cards right.
That right there? Nearly made coffee come out my nose.
Helen is brilliant (maybe Margaret too, but apparently she lives in Maine and would prefer to use the phone over her computer. Bygones).
Actually, let me state thatÂ a little differently.Â Â ALLÂ OF USÂ have to call â€œbullshitâ€ right now.Â There is too much at stake.Â You canâ€™t agree with George Bush all of the time and then say you are about change. You canâ€™t say the economy is strong in the morning and then say itâ€™s a crisis that afternoon.Â You canâ€™t be about deregulation for 25 years and then suddenly be against it.Â And for Godâ€™s sakes war canâ€™t be the answer to everything.
You just canâ€™t teach an old dog a new trickâ€¦ even if you put lipstick on it.Â Change is needed.Â I know becauseÂ I amÂ a fat,Â old dog.Â For too many years Iâ€™ve been eating more pie than I should.Â Jenny Craig had me doing pretty good for a few years but eventually I started eating pie again.Â Â John McCain has been part of the Republican partyÂ in Washington for 26 years.Â It doesnâ€™t matter what he has been saying the last few months, eventually heâ€™s going to eat the partyÂ pie again.Â Heâ€™s old.Â Iâ€™m old.Â Thatâ€™s what we do.Â We donâ€™t suddenly switch to salad.
Obama should pair her with Sarah Silverman, imagine the ads they could come out with.
Whether it’s a farce or not. Whether it started out like they said and their grandkids hijacked their blog – I don’t care. I need some entertainment. And news that Sarah Palin will be on SNL just isn’t doing it for me.
Maybe once I find all the pieces of my mojo, I’ll go interview Helen for you. As Caribou Barbie would say, “That would be a hoot.” *wink*
My email response from my local food bank
Hunger is real in the lives of over 40,000 of our neighbors. But thanks to people like you, we are able to do something about it. Many of the people Community Food Share provides food for are working families struggling just to make ends meet. Please know that for every dollar donated, we can distribute 4 nutritious meals. You can now see the real impact your $134.00 gift will make.
You truly make a difference in our community.
Thank you for helping this blog generate money yesterday.