Music I like....and hate

I hate:

The Carpenters
Any barbershop-style crap
The Beach Boys
Any "artist" whose name spells something (IceT, Lud-a-cris)

I love:

Otis Redding
Sam & Dave
Sammy Haggar
Al Greene
Def Leppard
Annie Lennox
Joe Cocker

Just thought I'd share.
Stevie Wonder

Yes, well, ummmmmm

No excuses. I'm lazy.

Check this out:


http://www.lehighvalleylive.com/today/index.ssf/2008/12/holland_township_family_angry.html

Those kids are named Adolph Hitler, Himmler, etc. I hope they all grow up to be gay, lesbian, NPR-listening, PFLAG membership-holding, tree hugging, tofu eating, minority-marrying, Martin Luther King-loving adults.

What a shame. Hooray for Costco!

This is my day

Feed kids
Feed dogs
Coffee
Get kids dressed
Shower
Get me ready
Boy to school
Girl to orthodontist
Girl back to school
Me to 1st job
Me to 2nd job
Pick up kids
Home
Let dogs out (such a production)
Find something to cook for dinner
Help with homework
Do dishes
Start dinner
Feed family
Try to squeeze in some fundraiser tallying
Exercise
PTO
More fundraiser tallying
TV?
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Somewhere in there will be hosing the kids down to stop their fighting, eating lunch, driving, phone calls, checking email, cleaning something, and my wonderful husband.

I'm going back to bed.

Hey stranger, come here often?

Just reading over at Without Wax about what age kids should be allowed to call eachother. Tough call. You catch that pun? Chortle chortle.

Boy had a girl call him last school year REPEATEDLY. Thankfully, she always called when we weren't here. The few calls he does get now are from boys, and they talk about 3.4 seconds and laugh about 13 minutes.

Girl doesn't get calls, which I think is a little strange. When I was her age, I was calling my friends to chat & stuff. Several of her friends have cell phones, which is ridiculous. What does a 10 yo need a cell phone for? What Barbie emergency will they have that will require the use of a cell? Can you say over-indulged?

There's no school today, so we are home. Boy is being a beast. Him need nap. Must go clean, for that is my mission.

God is Good!

BIL's spots have gotten smaller! This is good. However, his attitude is low. He says they are "just buying time". I don't know anything about cancer, let alone brain cancer, but I do know that a positive attitude can go a long way in beating any illness.

I guess it's hard to be positive when you have cancer in your head. I know it would be for me.

We must weather the weather

Why does the weather always change when an outside event is scheduled? We haven't had rain in ages, and since boy has a field trip to the zoo scheduled for today, it's raining. Not hard, just a cold sprinkle with a lot of wind.

Don't get me wrong, I love weather. I love changing weather. I get a kick out of watching the seasons change. I have The Weather Channel bookmarked in my Favorites. But I'm more of a let's-watch-the-rain-from-the-window-with-a-cup-of-coffee-type. Not big on being out in it.

Still no word on BIL. He's going through some very heavy fatigue, the source of which can't be traced. But he's still with us, and we're still praying. Right now, I guess that's the best we can get.

How great is this?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081001/wl_uk_afp/britainhealthtobaccocancer

I love it. I grew up with an inconsiderate smoker, one who's idea of rolling down the car window so we could breath involved moving the glass about 1/8". If we tried to roll down our window, we were yelled at.

Working in a school, I smell the kids who come from smoking homes, and I cringe at the thought of how we smelled. The odor gets into everything - hair, backpacks, clothes. Given the lack of laundry-doing in my childhood home, I'm sure our aroma was a mix of dog, smoke, unwashed child and dirty laundry.

How is drawing smoke into your lungs appealing? I can only hope that these photos will deter people from picking up the habit.

I have a suggestion for another way to deter smoking - put the would-be smokers in the back seat of a 1964 Ford Fury station wagon (no seat belts, of course), pack them in four across the seat, and put a smoker at the wheel with his window rolled down .2386". See how much they like it, old style. Worked for me.