Monthly Archives: November 2006


So last night, as the Sniglet was finishing his annual shower (just kidding) (it’s more like bi-monthly) (okay, just kidding again) I whipped out the Body Shop Banana Butter that we use to goop up his dry skin. He said “I’ll smell like a banana,” and I said “Only for the night. In the morning you’ll smell like you again.” He said: “Yeah, like meat. ‘Cause we’re all meat.”

Nope, no idea where he got that. Weird kid.

Song du jour of the day would be that Peter Paul & Mary Leavin’-on-a-Jet-Plane thing, except I hate that song. Umm, so, instead… Color Me Impressed, by the Replacements.

Beware of the Blog…

Okay, I’m leaving tomorrow. Am I excited? Umm, no. Stressed, by how much I have to get done in such a short time. Why didn’t I give myself more time? Well, because last year, when my mom was dying and I was away from my boys for a whole month, I noticed that it was at the two-week mark that I stopped thinking “Thank God I don’t have my kids to deal with in addition to all this” and started thinking “God I miss my kids.” Ergo, two weeks is about how long I can be away from my boys, and then I start getting twitchy – okay, okay, twitchiER – and unable to think about anything else.

So but this trip is the last big obstacle to getting my act together, and when I get back I am going to Get Organized. I am going to establish routines, pay more attention to my kids, dust and swiff the house every day, put a website together and advertise for freelance webwork, look for a job-job… and blog, every day.

And then I will lose my two remaining readers, because I will be SO BORING.

Song du jour of the day: Da Da Da, by Trio. Oh hey, that reminds me: Patriside has a new Mixmania up, go sign up for it, okay? I’m using a different computer now, and when I get back from the States I’ll see if it can burn CDs. If it works, I am SO IN. C’mon, sign up. You know you want to…

worship me, O ye dudes!

For I am Isis, yo. Oh hell, where is that thing? Oh right – here:

Honorable, straightforward and idealistic. Active and self-confident.
Colors: male: white, female: blue
Compatible Signs: Osiris, Thoth
Mar 11 – Mar 31, Oct 18 – Oct 29, Dec 19 – Dec 31
Role: Goddess of motherhood, women, and magic; goddess of the South (y’all); protector of Imseti (the son of Horus who watched over the canopic jar containing the liver)
Appearance: Woman wearing the hieroglyph for “throne” on her head
What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign?
Designed by CyberWarlock of Warlock’s Quizzles and Quandaries

Ganked from Kelly, who is not Thoth, or if she is, she’s the ibis, not the baboon.

This is in lieu of a real post, because I am too durned busy. No, not packing, just scrambling to finish up everything before I go, stock the fridge and wash everything in the house to ensure that the kids have enough to eat and don’t have to go to school naked. DrBob looks skeptical. Sure I trust you honey, I’m just trying to… lessen your… your burden! While I’m gone. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Tomorrow I have to talk to the Sniglet’s teachers at 10 a.m., and Ignatz’s teachers from 4 to 5 p.m. Not expecting a lot of fabulousness here, as other people don’t seem to place the same value as we do on laser-sarcasm and a lightning-quick attention span. Did you see Over the Hedge? We did, twice. We love Hammy the Squirrel, love. him. Because we are Hammy. Teachers don’t seem to appreciate that enough.

Song du jour of the day: Tony Zoulias (Lustful Life), another one from the new Mando Diao, yes I am obsessed. Also, distraught, because they played in Munich on the 17th and I missed them. AAUUGGHH!

more backtalk

You guys leave me comments, which is just so wonderful of you, and sometimes you ask questions that should be answered. It takes me ages to get around to it, but here are a couple things I’ve been meaning to address. Continue reading


A week from tomorrow! Ack! Is it time to panic yet?

See, because I have the attention span of a goldfish, not only do I not remember anything that happened more than a week ago, I also forget anything that’s too far in the future. So I plan trips and buy tickets – an e-ticket this time, which is why I have nothing tangible, which may have contributed to the forgetting – and the dates are so far off that I don’t really think about the event, and then all of a sudden WHOOSH, it’s right in front of my face. I’m flying to Seattle! And then Denver! And then back home! All in the space of two weeks!
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I think I forgot how to blog. Uh, what did I used to talk about?

Well, how’s this: I blew my class. It was the third and last class for my Web Database certificate, I was learning how to make data-driven websites. And after the work-crisis and the hospital stay I asked about an extension and they said it’s too early to apply right now, chin up, you’re doing fine and all that, and then after that there was buying a house and moving and the no internet for five weeks. And then when I asked again about the extension it was too late.

How do I feel about this? Relieved, a little, I guess, because I don’t have to worry about it any more. But really disappointed, because I’m a total Hermione – I don’t do failure, not academically anyway. I believe I’ve mentioned this before, but the Sniglet was born mid-semester and I didn’t miss a single assignment (thanks in part to the lovely U.S. healthcare system, “Here’s yer baby, Mrs. Whatever, now get out”, I was only in the hospital for 36 hours). And I was at this point in my Database Management certificate course when my mother died last year – okay, that time I needed an extension, but I still managed to finish the class. I always finish. I always pass. I ALWAYS GET AT LEAST A B.

But not this time. This time it was all too much for me. Even though none of it seemed bigger than having a baby, or losing a mom, taken all together it was more than I could handle.


No, I’m not going to call them up and try to weasel an extension anyway. I blew it, first by signing up too soon, in mid-July in the middle of a badass work deadline. That was a mistake. And they sent me the email with the important dates in late September, it’s not their fault I didn’t check it until last week. I’m gonna take responsibility for this one myself, maybe sign up for the class again later and try to finish it, or maybe just start looking for a job when I get back from the States and hope the certificates and experience I already have are enough. I’m going to try to focus on the trip and what I need to accomplish, get my house in order, maybe even have a Christmas without the whole last-minute freakout.

I’m going to accept it. And move on.

Song du jour of the day: Morning Paper Dirt, by Mando Diao: “It’s gonna rain, that’s what they said / And we just gotta cover our heads…”


Wow. I just… wow. It’s so amazing, I can’t even absorb it all. Wow.

My fault, I guess, for giving in to despair. After the 2004 elections, I just didn’t see any reason to hope. Besides, CNN is so blithering yappy and annoying, I had to stop watching it, and I didn’t replace it with any other reasonable news source (the occasional Time Magazine? Don’t make me laugh). So I was completely unprepared for this. You all saw it coming, right?

Relieved. I’m so relieved. You were right, Kathleen, and I should have listened to you.

Song du jour of the day: Hurra, by die Ärzte.

Edit: go read Slacktivist. “Competence is the new black.” Ha! I love that!

and as for the other one…

I just love that, even though he can’t reliably make the th-sound yet, he’s got sarcasm down. He’s all, “Oh fank you for making me even madder!”

This family totally has its priorities sorted.

Song du jour of the day:  A Little Bit of Love, by RuPaul.

Ignatz, 7 a.m.

I bustled into the boys’ room with the usual morning stuff, “wakey wakey, time to get up, uh, rise and shine…”

Some tousled hair and a bleary face surfaced for a moment and mumbled, “Not sure about the shine.”

I sure do love that kid.

Song du jour of the day: Children of the Revolution, by T-Rex, from Samirah‘s “Music to Set Up a New House To.”

bad blogger! no latte!

Yes! I am back online! But no! The connection problems are not better! So I have loads of random crap to lay on y’all, but I’m desperately busy ignoring my schoolwork and Not Planning wednesday night’s English lesson. Last night we wiped the hard drive on DrBob’s 5-year-old HP pavilion, and I’ve spent most of today installing stuff (and writing down everything this time. Everything, dammit!) and transferring my files over to the new/old machine – so much fun, especially since we’re going to buy a new computer probably next year. Very early next year.

Also played host to a friend of Ignatz’s whose primary entertainment seems to be screaming. His mom has a temp job for the next two months, and I said he could stay come here after school on Mondays and stay till after dinner. The noise level was appalling, and rendered concentration utterly impossible. You know, even when Ignatz is at the height of his ADD, computer-addicted, entitled middle-class white-kid schtick, I still like him better than any of his little friends. Gah.

Also, during the lulls in computer activity while I wait for things to load or copy or restart or install, I’ve been working on knitting traditional Bavarian traveling stitches. I’m beginning to see why Bavarians are so crabby.

One other thing: AAAAARGH! Cheated by our shitbag ex-landlord who is also a cousin of my husband, and therefore even more of a slimy little maggot-turd than he would otherwise be, which is quite slimy enough already. And to make it even more galling, my father-in-law and I both warned DrBob that Septic’d try to cheat us, because that particular branch of the family has a long history of this kind of crap, but we were wrong in our predictions of exactly how he would do it, so we can’t even say we told him so.

Song du jour of the day: Supermonstars, by Lordi. Raar.