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Friday, April 28, 2006


I found out about this event last minute and decided to try to booth there.
Mamaspalooza Besides the last minute scrambling for enough marketing supplies, sewing vast amounts of product in an attempt to sell them and trying to teach this weekend, besides all that, it's been fun.
Sarah's been sick since last week, off and on. I'm still sniffly, but not sick.
We went to Frank's softball game last night, very fun. Got to hang out with some other women who are the partners of guys I know already. I think it's weird when you know one half a parntership and not the other, but it was nice to meet them. Not exactly what I'd expected, but nothing ever is.
It stopped raining here and immediately got hot. I'm going to bitch about that particular thing for the next 4 months probably. It's not fair to go from 60 to 80 degrees in one day.
I'm off to deliver our old mattress and box springs to a friend, have dinner with another friend and stay the night at yet another friends. Then teach tomorrow, for the first time in 3 months. I feel a bit rusty. I hope I pull it off and have a nice group of students.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Long Island Iced Tea

This is such a wonderful drink. Everyone should have the experience. At least once.
I have to go now, the world is spinning off it's axis and Paul Simon just replaced Madeleine Peyroux on the cd player.

Friday, April 21, 2006

How to spend your tax refund

For a neat idea on how to spend the $500 you overpaid to Uncle Sam this year go to $500?

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Meanwhile, back on the farm

We're in bed today. Not just because we like it, because it is fiscialy fisically physicly physically impossible to get out. Last night I started feeling wonky, thought it was just because I'd worked with a lot of chemicals at my dad's house. Then, I started feeling really wonky. Frank said, um babe, you feeling ok? I said, of course I am, NOT. Temp is up, energy is down, throat feels bad, body feels worse. Sarah woke up this morning saying, "I'm not sick, my chest just hurts really bad, Mama." And since she hasn't moved once in four hours, I'll wager a bet that she is too, sick.
We're surviving on leftovers and english muffins. Yay english muffins. How did the English, with their notoriously bad cuisine come up with something as yummy as an english muffin? Even in the whole wheat, multi grain form they are yummy enough for a 4 year old to eat them. So despite sickness, we're eating well. I had lentil soup with avocado, tomato and onion on top of it.

My lentil soup recipe of the week.

1 cup lentils
bunch of water
chopped onion (lots or little)
chopped garlic (lots or little)
carrots, celery, any other veggie you have. we put in kale, spinach and celery.
saute the onion and garlic in some olive oil.
when translucent add water and rinsed lentils
grind some spices in a coffee grinder and don't tell your partner, so that their next cup of coffee tastes suspiciously of mustard and coriander.
spices I like: coriander, mustard seed, dill, mango powder
add spices to soup, boil till soup like.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Joke of the day

I told S about the joke with the two chocolate bunnies. So, inevitably, she got two bunnies, one from us and one from Granny Lori.
First thing she wanted to do was take a bit of one's butt and the other's ear and take this picture.
She's been running around all day saying, "My butt hurts." "what? what?"

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

In Retrospect

This last weekend was another doozy. I think I have some sort of karmic paying back to do because, umm well, What the hell?
Frank had a big band event this weekend, practices, dinners, concert, raffle, the whole shebang. We've been running around like maniacs and I knew I couldn't do all of it, so I figured S and I would go to the dinners. Easy peasy.
Saturday night dinner and dance, dinner was unpalatable, soup with some sort of organ meat, white bread, no veggie. Not exactly what we're eating right now. So F, S and I head to a local restaurant for a salad and a P, B and J (on wheat no less). We headed back to the hall for the dance. S is having a fabulous time running and chasing with the kids. Some of the teens were out there running crazy as well, all good energy expending fun.
On a break from the bansheeing, we were all sitting on a bench, when one of the older teens (F says she is over 18) was asked to get something by one of her friends. Her response, loud, obnoxious and right in front of S was, "What color does my skin look? You think I'm black or something?"
I had rushing noises in my head like my brain was trying to explode out my ears. My blood pressure rose and fell like Niagara Falls. I could feel the heat rising in my face as I realized, before I had even thought that I was yelling,' EXCUSE ME??", "Excuse me, but what the fuck does being black have to do with anything, :you racist, bigoted, self satisfied bitch: (not what I really said). I did say(I think I yelled a few times too), "Don't ever use that language around me or my child, What does being black have to do with anything?" As S very appropriately pops up with, "My Daddy's black."
Silence, then the beyotch says, complete with eyeroll, "it was just a joke."
"Well, my daughter is 4, those jokes tell her that what she is isn't any good, she doesn't understand any humor in them, and in fact neither do I."
And said bigot walked away.
Strike two for Portuguese festivals. I can't keep bringing S to an environment where such bigotry and intolerance are rampant. Not just leftover anger about the war in Angola or anger about being immigrants and minorities themselves, but BIGOTRY. The old woman who made a comment two weeks ago was, I'm sure, some sweet old granny. The young woman who made the comment this week was raised here. She has the benefit of American schools and culture, and yet she still has the same bigotry as someone 60 years older.
We're failing here, somehow.
So, for now, I had a hard talk with Frank about how I'm not feeling at home here, I don't feel at home at the band events.
I need to work harder at building my own community, surrounding myself with people who I can be myself with.
Oh, and before we headed to the band dinner that Saturday as me and S were hanging out sloblike at home, guess who just drops by? Future MIL and SIL. Umm, ok, don't just drop by. S was wearing her T-shirt I made her that says, "Don't spank me, spank my mama, she likes it."
That went over like a lead balloon.
MIL comments that are priceless: "this place looks like a toys-r-us, if I wanted toys I had to make them myself, american kids are so spoiled."
Toys-r-us?? I don't think so, lady, I buy NOTHING there. I hate toys-r-us, it gives me hives. A Melissa and Doug factory, a Haba toys haven, a handmade, thoughtfully purchased homeschooling environment? YES, toys-r-us fuck no.
And, wouldn't you want your kids to have all the things you didn't? Would you feel angry or jealous that your grandkids have enough to thrive and not just survive?
Even when I was on the edge of survival, S had great toys from friends, family and thrift stores.
So, In Retrospect, there are lots of things I would have said this weekend. If only I'd had a functioning brain that wasn't overwhelmed by anger and annoyance.
Send me comments that I can file away under, "snappy comeback for bigots", please

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Crunchy MaMas

Do you consider yourself crunchy? What does crunchy mean to you? How far is too far into crunchland for your taste?

Monday, April 03, 2006


The woman who owns the collective house we used to live in has metastasized cancer. Just learned from another previous resident. I truly hate cancer. This is one of those things that makes no sense.

Dad on Strike

What the heck is this guy thinking? http://www.husbandonstrike.com in case you're wondering. I've been reading and commenting on some blogs where this is a hot topic and well, what the heck?
Man upset because wife has baby and kid in bed, baby sleeps best with mom. Two year old takes a pacifier to sleep. Man wants dates out without kids (ok, I see that lol, but maybe not early postpartum, if I was still bleeding I did NOT want to go to Chez FrouFrou)
Man can't handle those things, says wife muse=t listen to his "begging and pleading" and change how she's doing things. Until then, he's on strike. Goes on Geraldo Rivera show (OMG GERALDO).
I feel like I'm just sputtering, what a mess their relationship must be, what an attention seeking ass he is, where is the mom in this and what does she have to say, what do they say when the two year old wants daddy to come down from the roof?