What A Week
Dear Diary,
This week I stuffed toys and candy into little plastic eggs. I was not alone in this. Thankfully I had help. When we ran out of stuffings (but not eggs), the count was around 700. Yep. 700 plastic eggs crammed with stuff. For 28 children to seek, find, collect and tear into. It was mostly fun.
My sister sponsors the family Easter bash every year. Every year she spends a small fortune on toys and candy, gathers a few family members, and spends a weekend stuffing eggs. But this year, she was too busy, so she needed unsupervised egg-stuffers.
Day 1: I carried boxes and bags up from my sister's basement. She had been ordering nifty toys through Oriental Trading Co. and other mail order places -all year long. (gasp) I also helped unpack boxes and organize everything. The collection of goodies covered the 8 person dining table. Then we stuffed eggs.
Day 2: I stuffed eggs with my Mom and another family member. A third adult matched egg halves and laid them out for us. We shared space with a toddler who kept trying to grab candy off the table. I got to experience the Mother Of All Arguments too!
Ok, I know moving Grandma to a facility where she can step up to more advanced care when she needs to is a tender subject amongst the family members, but this argument was just plain ugly. I haven't seen my family fight like that since we were all living in the same house. It freaked me out, and I left. I know other families fight like that sometimes, but not my family.
Day 3: I was entrusted with the key to my sister's house, and went over all by myself to stuff eggs. Chasmyn came over to get some moving boxes and stayed to help. It was so fabulous of her, and totally unexpected. She really made a difference. The three of us filled eggs until we ran out of goodies. All that's left are a bunch of lollipops. Woot! We filled 200 eggs in about 2 hours; the same amount of eggs took 4 hours on fight day. We laughed, told stories and ate Chinese food. There was a great sense of accomplishment when we were done.
Although those 3 days were spaced out through the week, it was exhausting, in it's own way. I have a pattern that I'm used to following, and it was all interrupted this week. This morning, the frustration caught up with me. While washing dishes, I flung a coffee cup too hard into the sink. The cup broke, along with another cup and a china bowl. Dammit!
I broke my nifty spring green cup and the last of my Starry Night knock off cups. I'll never be able to replace that. They were made back in the early '90's, and the whole cup was covered with the swirls and spires that you see in Van Gogh's famous painting, but they weren't actual replicas. It was a knock off pattern, and I was very attached to it.
Oh well, maybe I'll replace it with Van Gogh's other starry night. The one with a canal reflecting starlight as the central theme. I think it's called "Starry Night on Waters" or something like that.
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Something Worth Fleeing For
Go to Google News and type "Constitution Restoration Act of 2004". Gasp in astonishment. Start packing your bags.
There are identical bills in committee in both the House and Senate right now. Unfortunately, the dot gov site places links in a temporary file, so I can't link to them. But you can go to the very fine Yurica Report and dig them up, or go to The Library of Congress and do a keyword search.
I don't expect either of these bills to make it out of committee. As a whole, our Legislature is composed of a pretty decent bunch of men and women. These bills are beyond ridiculous. Even if they were passed, for some reason that I can't imagine; they would never survive the Supreme Court.
This bill is nothing more than a red herring designed to draw attention away from The Religious Freedom Restoration Act.
Last August, a version of the same thing was submitted to the Senate. It was titled The Religious Liberties Restoration Act.
Another interesting bill right now is the Religious Freedom Peace Tax Fund Act.
Sleep well, kiddies!
Go to Google News and type "Constitution Restoration Act of 2004". Gasp in astonishment. Start packing your bags.
There are identical bills in committee in both the House and Senate right now. Unfortunately, the dot gov site places links in a temporary file, so I can't link to them. But you can go to the very fine Yurica Report and dig them up, or go to The Library of Congress and do a keyword search.
I don't expect either of these bills to make it out of committee. As a whole, our Legislature is composed of a pretty decent bunch of men and women. These bills are beyond ridiculous. Even if they were passed, for some reason that I can't imagine; they would never survive the Supreme Court.
This bill is nothing more than a red herring designed to draw attention away from The Religious Freedom Restoration Act.
Last August, a version of the same thing was submitted to the Senate. It was titled The Religious Liberties Restoration Act.
Another interesting bill right now is the Religious Freedom Peace Tax Fund Act.
Sleep well, kiddies!
Strange night, strange morning
Last night, the very center of my forehead would not stop tingling. I was restless and scattered. This hasn't happened to me in a long time, so it took a bit for me to remember the last time I felt that way. Eventually, I was able to place it. It's the impending earthquake feeling. (sigh) I thought I'd gotten rid of that one for good. I mean I can't be going nuts whenever a fault line is nearing a breaking point, now can I?
I walled off my earthquake sense before my son was born, because the feeling affected me so badly. Yeah, when I was a teenager it was fun. I got to act all weird, point in the direction of the quake-to-be, estimate the distance, and wait for my friends to bring me proof the next day. It was something I used to make myself feel special.
But the thing is, there are earthquakes every day. I didn't key into all of them. I only pick up certain quakes. Usually ones that destroy property. It's a pretty useless gift. You can't warn anyone, they won't listen. You can't save people halfway around the world when the prescience comes 4-6 hours in advance. All you can do is stress.
So I blocked it off.
I started blocking it after the San Francisco earthquake in '89. That one was really bad for me. I spent the day edgy and irritable. I told myself it was PMS, even though I don't get PMS. By noon, I couldn't stop shaking. I wound up sitting on the kitchen floor, hugging my knees and rocking. My boyfriend was pretty worried about me. I kept trying to explain what was going on with me, but all I could say was, "Something is very wrong."
Here's the weird part. I went into the living room, figuring that If I was going to be a nutcase, at least I would be a nutcase in comfort. I mean, a linoleum floor isn't exactly the most comfortable place.
The stereo was tuned to K-SHE; and as I walked into the room, they began reporting the news. I stopped dead and listened. Some part of my brain said, "Pay attention to this." So I paid attention as the DJ said there had been a huge earthquake in San Francisco, with more than 6,000 dead. He talked about fires in the Marina, which was strange because a marina is on water and water doesn't burn. I asked my boyfriend if he'd heard what the DJ had just said. And my boyfriend said, "What? I didn't hear anything."
I tried to tell him about the earthquake, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I felt a little better, though. I had something to take my mind off of how I was freaking out. I had lots of time to wonder why my mind had thought I needed to pay attention to an unimportant news blurb about an earthquake. California gets quakes all the time. No big deal.
Mind you, this was 6 and a half hours before the actual quake hit. I still didn't know what was going on. That evening, I went with my mom to her girl scout meeting. I was supposed to help the girls make oil paintings on 8x10 canvasses. We listened to the radio as we drove to the meeting, and the DJ came on and told us about the earthquake in San Francisco. (The one that still hadn't happened yet)
I pointed at the radio and said, "You see! I told you so!"
Mom looked at me strangely and asked, "What are you talking about?"
I said, "The earthquake! They just said it again on the radio! No one believes me!" (not that I'd told anyone. It had seemed unimportant until I burst out that 'I told you so' at my mom.)
My gently said, "Nobody said anything. The radio is playing music." I was embarrassed, and decided to just keep my mouth shut.
When we got home at 7:20, we turned on the TV and saw the news. I quietly asked mom, "Is there really an earthquake on the TV?" and she said, "Yes. How did you know?"
Fortunately, I didn't have to answer. We held each other and cried as the TV showed flattened double-decker bridges, leaning houses, crushed cars, and yes -a burning marina.
That's the only time in my life that I've gotten my precog through the radio.
Last night, the very center of my forehead would not stop tingling. I was restless and scattered. This hasn't happened to me in a long time, so it took a bit for me to remember the last time I felt that way. Eventually, I was able to place it. It's the impending earthquake feeling. (sigh) I thought I'd gotten rid of that one for good. I mean I can't be going nuts whenever a fault line is nearing a breaking point, now can I?
I walled off my earthquake sense before my son was born, because the feeling affected me so badly. Yeah, when I was a teenager it was fun. I got to act all weird, point in the direction of the quake-to-be, estimate the distance, and wait for my friends to bring me proof the next day. It was something I used to make myself feel special.
But the thing is, there are earthquakes every day. I didn't key into all of them. I only pick up certain quakes. Usually ones that destroy property. It's a pretty useless gift. You can't warn anyone, they won't listen. You can't save people halfway around the world when the prescience comes 4-6 hours in advance. All you can do is stress.
So I blocked it off.
I started blocking it after the San Francisco earthquake in '89. That one was really bad for me. I spent the day edgy and irritable. I told myself it was PMS, even though I don't get PMS. By noon, I couldn't stop shaking. I wound up sitting on the kitchen floor, hugging my knees and rocking. My boyfriend was pretty worried about me. I kept trying to explain what was going on with me, but all I could say was, "Something is very wrong."
Here's the weird part. I went into the living room, figuring that If I was going to be a nutcase, at least I would be a nutcase in comfort. I mean, a linoleum floor isn't exactly the most comfortable place.
The stereo was tuned to K-SHE; and as I walked into the room, they began reporting the news. I stopped dead and listened. Some part of my brain said, "Pay attention to this." So I paid attention as the DJ said there had been a huge earthquake in San Francisco, with more than 6,000 dead. He talked about fires in the Marina, which was strange because a marina is on water and water doesn't burn. I asked my boyfriend if he'd heard what the DJ had just said. And my boyfriend said, "What? I didn't hear anything."
I tried to tell him about the earthquake, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I felt a little better, though. I had something to take my mind off of how I was freaking out. I had lots of time to wonder why my mind had thought I needed to pay attention to an unimportant news blurb about an earthquake. California gets quakes all the time. No big deal.
Mind you, this was 6 and a half hours before the actual quake hit. I still didn't know what was going on. That evening, I went with my mom to her girl scout meeting. I was supposed to help the girls make oil paintings on 8x10 canvasses. We listened to the radio as we drove to the meeting, and the DJ came on and told us about the earthquake in San Francisco. (The one that still hadn't happened yet)
I pointed at the radio and said, "You see! I told you so!"
Mom looked at me strangely and asked, "What are you talking about?"
I said, "The earthquake! They just said it again on the radio! No one believes me!" (not that I'd told anyone. It had seemed unimportant until I burst out that 'I told you so' at my mom.)
My gently said, "Nobody said anything. The radio is playing music." I was embarrassed, and decided to just keep my mouth shut.
When we got home at 7:20, we turned on the TV and saw the news. I quietly asked mom, "Is there really an earthquake on the TV?" and she said, "Yes. How did you know?"
Fortunately, I didn't have to answer. We held each other and cried as the TV showed flattened double-decker bridges, leaning houses, crushed cars, and yes -a burning marina.
That's the only time in my life that I've gotten my precog through the radio.
Monday, March 22, 2004
72 Cents
L had to stay in at lunch time. He had to take a make up test for Music class. Whenever kids have to stay in and do make up work, some of the other kids bring them lunch from the cafeteria. L gets $3 a day to buy lunch with.
He gave the day's designated lunch kid his $3, and a list of foods he would like to eat. The kid came back with no lunch and less money than he was given. Seventy-two cents less, to be specific.
L should have told a teacher, but he didn't. He should have raised a fuss, but he's 13; and doesn't get the importance of eating lunch, I guess. So when I picked him up from school, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He had the look that tells me he didn't eat very much for lunch.
I asked, "Are you hungry?"
He replied, "Yes!" The whole story came pouring out of him; how he had gotten no lunch, and the kid who was supposed to bring him lunch spent his lunch money, and how outraged he was at this.
Of course, I was outraged too. My son had no lunch! But when he told me about the 72 cents, I had to hold in laughter. I didn't think it was funny, per se'. The whole thing was just ridiculous, and my response was laughter. I wondered what that kid was thinking? I wondered how he had talked himself into a position where it was ok to spend someone else's lunch money, yet not bring food for the child he was supposed to buy food for?
The first think I did when we got home was feed my son. The second thing I did was call the school. I didn't want to get the kid in trouble. I didn't want to label him a thief. I wanted L to get his 72 cents back, and I wanted to make sure all the kids got their lunch at lunch time.
When I called the secretary and told her the story, she giggled too. At least I wasn't the only one who thought it was funny. We agreed that although it was funny, and a paltry 72 cents; it was still a big deal. I made it clear that I wasn't calling this child "bad". I wasn't angry at the kid. But it can't happen again. The secretary understood completely. The kid has repaid L. No harm, no foul. Except that L went without lunch. That part pisses me off.
To be fair, L is a very picky eater. I'll bet his lunch request was pretty short. It was probably something like this, "Ideally, I'd like chicken nuggets. If they don't have any, I want a hamburger -not a cheeseburger. And a big cookie. And a Capri Sun."
The kid said they didn't have any of the foods L wanted, and offered to share his chocolate milk with my son. See, he wasn't "bad", he was just a kid. If they didn't have anything L had asked for, maybe he didn't know what to bring.
L had to stay in at lunch time. He had to take a make up test for Music class. Whenever kids have to stay in and do make up work, some of the other kids bring them lunch from the cafeteria. L gets $3 a day to buy lunch with.
He gave the day's designated lunch kid his $3, and a list of foods he would like to eat. The kid came back with no lunch and less money than he was given. Seventy-two cents less, to be specific.
L should have told a teacher, but he didn't. He should have raised a fuss, but he's 13; and doesn't get the importance of eating lunch, I guess. So when I picked him up from school, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He had the look that tells me he didn't eat very much for lunch.
I asked, "Are you hungry?"
He replied, "Yes!" The whole story came pouring out of him; how he had gotten no lunch, and the kid who was supposed to bring him lunch spent his lunch money, and how outraged he was at this.
Of course, I was outraged too. My son had no lunch! But when he told me about the 72 cents, I had to hold in laughter. I didn't think it was funny, per se'. The whole thing was just ridiculous, and my response was laughter. I wondered what that kid was thinking? I wondered how he had talked himself into a position where it was ok to spend someone else's lunch money, yet not bring food for the child he was supposed to buy food for?
The first think I did when we got home was feed my son. The second thing I did was call the school. I didn't want to get the kid in trouble. I didn't want to label him a thief. I wanted L to get his 72 cents back, and I wanted to make sure all the kids got their lunch at lunch time.
When I called the secretary and told her the story, she giggled too. At least I wasn't the only one who thought it was funny. We agreed that although it was funny, and a paltry 72 cents; it was still a big deal. I made it clear that I wasn't calling this child "bad". I wasn't angry at the kid. But it can't happen again. The secretary understood completely. The kid has repaid L. No harm, no foul. Except that L went without lunch. That part pisses me off.
To be fair, L is a very picky eater. I'll bet his lunch request was pretty short. It was probably something like this, "Ideally, I'd like chicken nuggets. If they don't have any, I want a hamburger -not a cheeseburger. And a big cookie. And a Capri Sun."
The kid said they didn't have any of the foods L wanted, and offered to share his chocolate milk with my son. See, he wasn't "bad", he was just a kid. If they didn't have anything L had asked for, maybe he didn't know what to bring.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Today's Embarassing Moment
So there I was, waiting in line as the checker scanned my groceries. I had noticed her bright orange hair, of course. You can't miss that color. But as I stood there, I thought, "What a lovely shade for a redhead." I looked at her pale, freckled skin. I observed her invisible eyebrows and lashes.
I looked at her hair again. Not one white hair in that glorious mass of orange-red. I looked at her face; trying to pin an age on her. Was she older than me, or younger?
Again my eyes were drawn to her hair. Nope, not white hairs. But her face said 40.
To my horror, I heard these words coming out of my mouth; "I know this is really inappropriate, but tell me that's your natural color! And if it's not," I rushed on, "then tell me what brand of dye you found, because that's my color!"
She gave me a steely look, and I babbled on; knowing I looked like a fool. Knowing that this checker could give a shit less about my whitening hair. I said, "Not that you look old, 'cause you don't. But I can't find a dye to cover my grey that matches my hair, and you have my color, and I was thinking that if you had found a dye to cover your grey, which you don't have... then I... might..."
She let me off the hook. She declared, "Nope, this is my natural color. And I don't have any grey." She gave me a falsely bright smile, and turned to the next customer.
I'm so ashamed.
So there I was, waiting in line as the checker scanned my groceries. I had noticed her bright orange hair, of course. You can't miss that color. But as I stood there, I thought, "What a lovely shade for a redhead." I looked at her pale, freckled skin. I observed her invisible eyebrows and lashes.
I looked at her hair again. Not one white hair in that glorious mass of orange-red. I looked at her face; trying to pin an age on her. Was she older than me, or younger?
Again my eyes were drawn to her hair. Nope, not white hairs. But her face said 40.
To my horror, I heard these words coming out of my mouth; "I know this is really inappropriate, but tell me that's your natural color! And if it's not," I rushed on, "then tell me what brand of dye you found, because that's my color!"
She gave me a steely look, and I babbled on; knowing I looked like a fool. Knowing that this checker could give a shit less about my whitening hair. I said, "Not that you look old, 'cause you don't. But I can't find a dye to cover my grey that matches my hair, and you have my color, and I was thinking that if you had found a dye to cover your grey, which you don't have... then I... might..."
She let me off the hook. She declared, "Nope, this is my natural color. And I don't have any grey." She gave me a falsely bright smile, and turned to the next customer.
I'm so ashamed.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Cooking Tip
The easiest way to de-fat the juice in a crock pot, is to pull all the meat out and pour the liquid through a strainer. Stick a paper towel in the strainer, put a bowl underneath, and pour away. The broth will go through the strainer, but most of the fat won't. If you let it sit for half an hour or so, the saturated fat will turn into nice, solid lard. Ewww. Pour the liquid broth back into the crock pot, add the meat, and let it finish cooking.
20 years, I've been using a crock pot; and I only just now figured that out.
The easiest way to de-fat the juice in a crock pot, is to pull all the meat out and pour the liquid through a strainer. Stick a paper towel in the strainer, put a bowl underneath, and pour away. The broth will go through the strainer, but most of the fat won't. If you let it sit for half an hour or so, the saturated fat will turn into nice, solid lard. Ewww. Pour the liquid broth back into the crock pot, add the meat, and let it finish cooking.
20 years, I've been using a crock pot; and I only just now figured that out.
Monday, Monday
What a day! You would think, since I sit at home doing nothing while L is at school, that I would be bored or something. Not so! This morning I dragged myself from a nice little dream about my old neighborhood; got dressed; woke L; schlepped downstairs to the dryer; got L's uniform; schlepped back up the stairs while running his belt through the belt loops of his uniform pants; traversed the clutter of toys in his bedroom, twice; signed all manner of paperwork for the school; briefly thought about coffee; drove L to school without murdering any of the legion of elderly drivers who were on the road with me; mastered the drive home -by thinking of coffee; made coffee; and kissed the Hubby-Man on his way to work.
Total elapsed time: 1 hour.
The next hour was spent removing fat from the organic beef ribs that I'd put in the crock pot last night, catching up on the news with CNN, reading e-mail, and drinking coffee.
Then I took a break. I played Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 for an hour or so. Just as I was thinking, "It's about time for the phone to start ringing..." The phone rang.
While on the phone, I made a batch of comfrey and shea butter, seasoned the now low-fat beef, took out the trash, polished some wood, and did a few dishes. I also paid the satellite bill, and tried to pay the credit cards online. No luck there; I can't remember the damn passwords. (sigh) So I got off the phone with my friend and called the credit card companies. They can't help, because Hubby's name is first on the cards. Which is only reasonable, seeing as how he's the one with a paycheck and all. So I called Hubby to ask him to remind me to remind him to call the credit card companies.
Now I'm taking some time to blog and have a cup O coffee. When I'm done I plan on taking a shower, doing a few more dishes, and clean some jewelry; before heading off to get L from school.
Don't tell me stay-home moms do nothing all day. I drink coffee all day, dammit!
What a day! You would think, since I sit at home doing nothing while L is at school, that I would be bored or something. Not so! This morning I dragged myself from a nice little dream about my old neighborhood; got dressed; woke L; schlepped downstairs to the dryer; got L's uniform; schlepped back up the stairs while running his belt through the belt loops of his uniform pants; traversed the clutter of toys in his bedroom, twice; signed all manner of paperwork for the school; briefly thought about coffee; drove L to school without murdering any of the legion of elderly drivers who were on the road with me; mastered the drive home -by thinking of coffee; made coffee; and kissed the Hubby-Man on his way to work.
Total elapsed time: 1 hour.
The next hour was spent removing fat from the organic beef ribs that I'd put in the crock pot last night, catching up on the news with CNN, reading e-mail, and drinking coffee.
Then I took a break. I played Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 for an hour or so. Just as I was thinking, "It's about time for the phone to start ringing..." The phone rang.
While on the phone, I made a batch of comfrey and shea butter, seasoned the now low-fat beef, took out the trash, polished some wood, and did a few dishes. I also paid the satellite bill, and tried to pay the credit cards online. No luck there; I can't remember the damn passwords. (sigh) So I got off the phone with my friend and called the credit card companies. They can't help, because Hubby's name is first on the cards. Which is only reasonable, seeing as how he's the one with a paycheck and all. So I called Hubby to ask him to remind me to remind him to call the credit card companies.
Now I'm taking some time to blog and have a cup O coffee. When I'm done I plan on taking a shower, doing a few more dishes, and clean some jewelry; before heading off to get L from school.
Don't tell me stay-home moms do nothing all day. I drink coffee all day, dammit!
Saturday, March 13, 2004
A Disappointing Day For Technology
(sigh) The DARPA Grand Challenge began well, with most of the 15 autonomous vehicles making it over the start line... But then it all fell apart. All of the vehicles are now "disabled", none got farther than 7 miles. (sigh) I'm interested in knowing what happened with my favorites. Each of them had my support for a different reason. Phantasm is from a suburb of St. Louis. Of course I was rooting for the home team! They would have gotten my vote anyway, because they put all the companies who donated to the project right up on their front page. Unfortunately, Team Phantasm didn't make it through the qualifying rounds.
The Palos Verdes Road Warriors survived the qualifying rounds and headed off to the race, but traveled less than a mile before breaking down. They were the only high school team to even try for the DARPA prize; and I salute them for making it as far as they did.
TerraMax, by far the largest of the vehicles; stayed running the longest. But it didn't go very far.
I also had my fingers crossed for The Spirit of Kosrae, because Axion Racing has a great sense of humor. Oh, well.
DARPA is considering the challenge again in 2006. They spent 13 Million dollars setting the challenge up, but it should be cheaper next time because they won't have to build all the obstacles and markers and such.
So, 2 years from now I'll once again, be rooting for the geeks of the world. I'll be reading their websites, peeking at their pictures, and hoping for success.
(sigh) The DARPA Grand Challenge began well, with most of the 15 autonomous vehicles making it over the start line... But then it all fell apart. All of the vehicles are now "disabled", none got farther than 7 miles. (sigh) I'm interested in knowing what happened with my favorites. Each of them had my support for a different reason. Phantasm is from a suburb of St. Louis. Of course I was rooting for the home team! They would have gotten my vote anyway, because they put all the companies who donated to the project right up on their front page. Unfortunately, Team Phantasm didn't make it through the qualifying rounds.
The Palos Verdes Road Warriors survived the qualifying rounds and headed off to the race, but traveled less than a mile before breaking down. They were the only high school team to even try for the DARPA prize; and I salute them for making it as far as they did.
TerraMax, by far the largest of the vehicles; stayed running the longest. But it didn't go very far.
I also had my fingers crossed for The Spirit of Kosrae, because Axion Racing has a great sense of humor. Oh, well.
DARPA is considering the challenge again in 2006. They spent 13 Million dollars setting the challenge up, but it should be cheaper next time because they won't have to build all the obstacles and markers and such.
So, 2 years from now I'll once again, be rooting for the geeks of the world. I'll be reading their websites, peeking at their pictures, and hoping for success.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
God, Save Me From Your People!
The headline reads "House Passes Obesity Bill, Considers Broadcast Decency Legislation" I read the article, to assure myself that the House of Representatives hadn't somehow decided to make obesity illegal. With today's political situation, you never know. ;)
I assert that religious opinion has no place in politics, beyond the freedom to express that opinion. "N.J. Attorney General's Opinion Declares Gay Wedding Invalid"
For your edification, here are the results of a truly in-depth poll from the Washington Post.
And I wonder what this is really about? "Md. Woman Accused of Acting as Iraqi Agent"
The headline reads "House Passes Obesity Bill, Considers Broadcast Decency Legislation" I read the article, to assure myself that the House of Representatives hadn't somehow decided to make obesity illegal. With today's political situation, you never know. ;)
I assert that religious opinion has no place in politics, beyond the freedom to express that opinion. "N.J. Attorney General's Opinion Declares Gay Wedding Invalid"
For your edification, here are the results of a truly in-depth poll from the Washington Post.
And I wonder what this is really about? "Md. Woman Accused of Acting as Iraqi Agent"
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Procrastination
I'm supposed to be cleaning. I need to clean the massage room and the kitchen. I need clean sheets for the massage table. I need to go to Chasmyn's house and pick up some stuff. Instead, I've spent the morning IMing someone. At least the laundry is getting done, since the laundry room is right near the computer.
So, although I wanted to post about salvia divinorum, and silly young people; I'll be getting off my butt and cleaning now.
I'm supposed to be cleaning. I need to clean the massage room and the kitchen. I need clean sheets for the massage table. I need to go to Chasmyn's house and pick up some stuff. Instead, I've spent the morning IMing someone. At least the laundry is getting done, since the laundry room is right near the computer.
So, although I wanted to post about salvia divinorum, and silly young people; I'll be getting off my butt and cleaning now.
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