Friday, October 31, 2008
Meet Sneery McGrowlypants and Manic McGee. Both are here to steal your candy on the way to the door. Sneery doesn't think much of Manny, as Manny appears too excited to eat yer Snickers. Sneery thinks Manny needs to just chill out, once. Sneery's been around this block before.
So to speak.
p.s. Sneery is "mine," as in, "That's your pumpkin, mama. The small one is mine." Manny is my daughter's, whose only direction to me was that it must have, "...scary teeth."
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Here in Amy's Sweat Shop last weekend, I got a lot done. I mentioned before that I had finished a lot of things: liquid soap, bath salts, sugar scrub, lip balm. The photo above was at the beginning of the day, when I had finished the first part. I thought they looked pretty in the sun.
Today, I'm doing a whole lotta nothing. Actually, when everyone is up, I'm going to start working on my closet. Although, I feel like I should do that when the sun goes down, because it's such a beautiful day! But this closet project is important. There will NOT be before and after photos of the closet. I am embarassed.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
So I'm letting you know. Vote Obama. To do the same thing, over and over again, and expect the same result, is folly.
If you want better health care, a better economy, and better national defense policies, vote Obama.
If you want better education plans, better domestic business policies, and a better life for the middle class, vote Obama.
If you want the same shit, but a different day, don't vote.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Oct. 17 Pumpkin Festival at school. Costumes, pumpkin launch, snacks, playing with all her friends.
Oct. 24 Halloween party at my friend Ann's. Of course, my daughter wore her costume.
Oct. 29 Trick-or-Treat party at the local alternative high school. They do it up for the neighborhood kids.
Oct. 31 Trick-or-Treat time in Boulder, on Pearl street, at 2pm, with her friend, Zoe. Then back home afterward for real trick-or-treating with her cousins, in our neighborhood.
Nov. 1 Day of the Dead party at our friend's house. They said to specifically "bring your kids."
It is a small wonder, then, that my daughter is talking in her sleep:
Monday, October 27, 2008
Especially since my dreams about school won't stop. It is starting to get really annoying. There was a terrible dream the other day, so terrible I can't go into the details.
Over this break I'm going to clean out my closet, and catch up on some reading. Yes, I live a glamorous life, I know.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
I'll sleep in!
It's less than a daaay awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Dang. And this week has worked me, let me tell you. It's not done working me, as I have to drive to return a borrowed item, bottle liquid soap, and make bath fizzies tonight. Tomorrow, I have to make sugar scrub, read submissions and judge them, label lip balms, and get everything together in the car.
There's enough time. It's just a lot. We have a fun party to attend tomorrow night, though, so the weekend should be fun!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Do folks in the real world have this problem? Or do you just dream about monsters?
I talked to a friend last night. I called him, frantically, to see what had happened. Turns out a good friend of his died on Monday, which is a shame. This person was around 40 years old. Maybe not even 40. I want my friend to know that I'm here for phone calls or whatever else I can do, long-distance. I hope his dreams are benign, but even in saying that, I know they are not.
Sympathy can be difficult. It isn't as difficult as going through the real crisis, but it has its own qualities that are challenging. I know exactly what he's going through, and because of that, I can feel the pain. As a teacher, I think this is where much of my dream anxiety comes from. All teachers know exactly what those children are going through, on some level, because we've all been there. We've all been through school--plenty of school. And we are steeped in it while teaching them. We can sympathize with the children, and are sympathetic people, in general.
Right now, it's all a bit much for me.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Could I blog about my teaching job? I suppose. But I feel like you've heard it all before. Okay, one comment: Teaching is difficult for many reasons, but one big reason is children go home in my head with me.
I could blog about my soap business, but you've heard it all before, right? Okay, here's something: This Sunday is the last farmer's market of the season, and I'm selling off a limited edition soap. Oh, and I'll have a fog machine.
You certainly don't want to hear about my publishing business. Do you? BO-ring! Well, if you make crafts, are crafty, and you are also a writer, I'd love to hear from you. Only writers who want to make money and have writing talent need apply. The link is to the page for my books--I'm still developing the site for the craft books. *sighs* Just email me, and I'll get you the details.
Then, of course, I could talk for hours and hours on end about my daughter. Instead of typing them, I'll let a picture say a thousand words:
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
And I also worked in a pawn shop or second=hand store. It was a bit hard to tell. At one point, I found something in there that was a treasure--it was a video on a flash drive, sold in a case like old cassette tapes. The video was, um, "adult." Ahem ahem. And I remember thinking, "why is something this technologically forward being sold here?"
Okay, what does all this mean? My dreams just keep getting weirder.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Then this morning, I was dreaming about school again, too. But the dream has faded. I need to blog about it immediately upon rising, I guess, to get some analysis. And now this irks me! It was a wild and wacky dream, but it's gone now.
I need some coffee.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday after school, we participated in my daughter's schools' Fall Festival. Costumes, snacks, games, and a smash-the-pumkin launch.
Saturday was the last farmer's market, which my husband worked, and I took my daughter to a fairy tea party at a friend's house in Boulder. 4 little girls will wear you out, lemme tell you.
Then today, I had to work the farmer's market, do my retail taxes afterward, then take my daughter to speech therapy. I took her out to eat after that, came home, and announced I was no longer available for comment.
Tomorrow, I'm going to work one job, and that's it.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Today is the last Saturday farmer's market for us, which excites me to no end. I can FINALLY sleep in on Saturdays! These work weeks have been killing me, so I need Saturday to sleep. But I got up only one hour past my normal rising time, to help my husband get ready to go to the market. I suppose it's a small price to pay for not having to work the market myself. But I really, really want to sleep!
In any case, I'm catching up on my reading this morning. And drinking coffee. Give me an IM buzz if you're around!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
At which point my friend corrected me, asking that I not use words that might offend a group of people. Of course, I apologized immediately, not wanting to offend anyone, but added, "I thought it was a mythical creature, not a group of people." She said that may be the case, she was just sensitive to it. No problem.
But it bugged me all day, because I don't want to use phrases in my regular lexicon that are offensive. Turns out I'm in the clear:
banshee |ˈban sh ē|
(in Irish legend) a female spirit whose wailing warns of an impending death in a house : the little girl dropped her ice cream and began to howl like a banshee | [as adj. ] a horrible banshee wail.
*sigh of relief*
ORIGIN late 17th cent.: from Irish bean sídhe, from Old Irish ben síde ‘woman of the fairies.’
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
- Gosh, wouldn't it be nice to be self-employed, as a publisher. I could live in the country.
- *imagines* Sitting out on the patio, watching the chickens.
- I'd get bored pretty quickly.
- But I'd have time to do all the crafty things I want to learn how to do.
- Then I could write books for them, and sell them on my site that makes me self-employed.
- I've always been a know-it-all.
- OMG THAT'S WHY I WRITE AND PUBLISH BOOKS!
Why couldn't I have been one of those people who GETS IT who GETS LIFE AND KNOWS what they want to do from the beginning? Why am I so slow?
Today, to celebrate me actuallly following through with my soapmaking plans for this week, I am meeting a friend who is going to re-teach me how to knit. She teaches knitting at Fancy Tiger here in Denver, and is a soap customer of mine. I'm buying coffee, she's teaching me knitting, and we'll chat. Socialization! Who knew?
Don't forget to watch the debates tonight! It'll be your last chance to watch McCain call you his friend ("my friends...my friends...my friends") and stumble around economy questions before election day! Gobama! Gobiden!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I am not immune to this, although I have been for a very long time. I am quite hairless, and I need to remind myself that many many beautiful women have facial hair. So then I deal with it.
But it's been bothering me lately (and I know it bothers only me, because I have to get so damned close to the mirror to see it). I wax my face! There, I admitted it.
Well, I'm not the only one who has facial hair, and bless Madonna's heart for going out without waxing. I have always loved her, and I find her both conventionally and unconventionally beautiful. Today, I find her thrilling.
Shmaaaaaaaaaan-cy! I just want to hang out in that neighborhood for one weekend--maybe the wealth will rub off!
Click the cartoon lady and mark your calendar!
Monday, October 13, 2008
"Oh, no, no, no! No, I don't actually have to get up at 5:15am each morning, to get ready to leave the house and spend it with several hundred adolescents! Gracious, no. I just like folks to have that idea of me, because it's glamorous. Actually, I'm self-employed, and I sit at my computer, writing, reading, and publishing. I drink coffee in the morning, and often go out to meet a friend at a coffee shop. No, sorry. My life is so boring! I wish it was that glamorous! Who gets up at 5:15???"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
7:00am Get up.
7:15am Make tea. Drink tea.
7:30am Realize I haven't labeled the bath salts. Cuss.
7:45am Finish labeling salts and leave the house.
7:50am Arrive at Starbucks for hot chai and change for my money box.
8:00am Arrive at farmer's market. Unload vehicle. Park vehicle.
8:15am Move all my stuff across the street, because so many vendors are absent today. Set up.
9:00am Continue setting up and chatting with Larry, because it's gonna be a sloooooow day.
9:15am First customer buys 25 soaps. I refrain from complaining for the remainder of the market.
9:30am - 1pm Stand around my tent, talking to Larry and Rick (who canes chairs), and selling stuff.
1:15pm Load car and drive out.
1:30pm Unload car in garage.
1:45pm Drive 20 miles to pick up daughter.
2:30pm Drive back to Costco. Get pizza, milk, bread, and eggs.
3:15pm Fill car up w/gas at Costco.
3:30pm Drive home. Unload car in the rain, from the street, because husband's friends are parked in the driveway.
3:45pm Bake pizza
Saturday, October 11, 2008
"I think there are some problems in this report," said Republican state Sen. Gary Stevens, a member of the panel. "I would encourage people to be very cautious, to look at this with a jaundiced eye."
He's encouraging us to look at the report on Sarah Palin's abuse of power with a jaundiced eye? He's encouraging us to be, "...affected by bitterness, resentment, or envy," [OED] while reading that report?
Um...okay. *makes herself bitter and resentful, and super jealous*
I'm ready to read it now.
And I took the day off! Officially! I woke up early, but I made myself stay in bed for a while. I actually thought, "I could get up, and then take a nap later," and my head almost exploded. Stay in bed!
So I did. I rolled out at 7:30am, straight into a hot bath. Aaaaah. I recommend starting cool fall days like this.
Our mini pumpkins! We have three. Above is the one that's almost ripe...
...and here are a couple that need to catch up. Halloween is in a couple of weeks, guys!
Friday, October 10, 2008
OH! I crack myself up. Relax? What's that? I have so much soapy/producty stuff to do, that statement above is hilarious.
The weather is changing here, for the better, in my opinion. It's much cooler, but the sun is still out. Autumn is the best season everywhere, I think, but October in Colorado is particularly nice.
I'm off to get dressed and get myself a big fat Friday coffee. *yawns*
These are the people who will vote for McCain. I think the most telling point is when an Obama supporter across the street asks about Palin requiring women to pay for their own rape kits, and what should have happened to his friend who was raped? The McCain supporter replies, "She should have died," and then, "She should be charged twice." These types of people probably live next door to you. Are you afraid yet?
Thursday, October 09, 2008
I have three weeks left of farmer's markets, which is part of the pressure. I'm out of several things, and I've been working at night to catch up. This drains me. Having to get up so early to go to work drains me, as well.
I think I should get a Starbucks coffee this morning, to help manage this. I have a bit of a stunned look on my face right now. Of course, it's early.
Oh, man, and my dreams? Wacky! Really, really strange stuff. What's up with that?
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
*head snaps up* Whazzat?
I thought as I got out of bed this morning, "You are getting out of bed for fun. You are getting out of bed to blog. What's wrong with you?" Because the past few years of my life, if I had to get out of bed at 5:15am, it was to go to work early, because I was so behind, because I was so overworked, etc. etc. etc. Let me tell you, it's harder to get out of bed when you are looking forward to that.
I'm not even getting paid to blog, and I'll get up to do this challenge. What does this say about me? I think it means that I need a balance in my life--more fun, less work. Just like my friend Kenny, who gets up at 4am to go fishing on a weekend. He does it because it's fun! "I can't get up any later than that--the fish will have all moved on. They're biting in the early morning, and that's what makes it fun!"
Biting, indeed. I'm not fishing, but this is hilarious to me. It's hilarious that my life has changed even a little bit, so that I can find fun in writing. As such, I started research yesterday on a new book. That's two books I'm working on right now.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Wicked nunchuck skills may be an asset when attending school. Wearing a t-shirt that proclaims it? Definitely an asset.
School is a wild place before any behavior even happens. Middle school and high school are especially wild and weird. Let's pile all of the children of wacked-out hormonal age in one building, and teach 'em something.
The smartest of them quickly learn that they are being taught how to manage themselves in the world, and not necessarily how to read and write. It's a survival strategy. These smartypants kiddos do funny things, and they often make teaching some kind of fun. I know of children that have:
- worn the above t-shirt
- worn pigtails and Converse All-Stars, because I was, too
- worn pajamas to school
- named friend Steve's stapler ("Sprinkles")
Monday, October 06, 2008
This is so wonderfully insane to me.
Since it first came out, I have wanted an iPhone. The first ones were too expensive, however. They are still expensive, but they have dropped the price IF you buy the 2-year cell phone plan. This is how all cell phone plans work, really--that's how you got that phone for "free." They got you to do their phone plan for two years.
But I digress.
This is wonderfully insane to me because I don't buy things for myself. I buy things, but they are all practical, generally: groceries for my family, gas for the car, supplies for the soap business, shoes for my daughter. I don't "shop." And I certainly don't spend enough time relaxing--all of my time is taken. If you want to see me, schedule it. I'm happy to socialize, but we have to schedule it.
I've talked to friends who go with AT&T for their cell phones, and they are quite happy with it. I've had one friend tell me not to go with them because they were uncooperative when she tried to cancel. My longing for this toy overrides a lot.
Why is it so hard for me to do something nice for myself? Why do I have to blog about a purchase?
Sunday, October 05, 2008
We were surrounded by these little goats almost instantly! They swarmed around us, presumably begging for treats. Alas, we had none. We could pet them, though.
This horse let us pet his nose. So pretty.
The llama with the buck teeth seemed to say, "Eh, what ewld chap? Did I hear you say my name? Bring me some tea, post haste! and an orthodondist, what?"
More goaty-goats, being fed bits of hay. My daughter had a fantastic time. Around every bend there was a different animal.
These inquisitive turkeys pecked my daughter's hand on the fence! Not hard--just enough to teach her a lesson about not having treats, I think.
This lovely hen is called a Barred Rock. I know this from my small amount of research into keeping backyard chickens. I thought she was so pretty, rustling about in the morning glories.
And here is Señor Roosterpants, who crowed constantly, and lunged at us every chance he got. Look at the green shine on his black feathers. He thinks he's cock of the walk.
Sheepy McCuterson seems to be saying, "Take my photo, dahling. I geeve of myself to you." Ahn.
Here's that Barred Rock hen again. Isn't she just delightful? I love chickens.
Aaand, here we have Mr. Bill trying to climb the fence as a hoofed mammal, and Lady Alpaca, blinking her eyelashes at us, as if that would help. It did not. Sorry! We were here to exploit your beauty.
Time to go! See you next time, animules!
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Not only nightmares, but it was like a horror movie, and I was in it. There was a weird house, and a person in a cage, and another person yelling at me about someone else who had multiple bones in his skull (no explanation--it's a dream. I didn't get an explanation, either). The screamer looked like Angelina Jolie. In costume for a movie.
*shakes head to clear it*
And the person in the cage was yelling, and it wasn't really a cage, but one of those old, dungeon-like doors made of wood with a small, barred window, and the door was on a very small room. More like a closet. That person, a man, was yelling at me that he wanted out, and I was running around this house, trying to get away from the scary people, and trying to save the man in the cage, and my feelings were of terror.
And now that I'm thinking about it, it becomes clear to me, because the face of the man is one of my students at school (not a man, but a boy), and he's in a cage, hollering at me to save him. No surprise, there. I'm his teacher, and in real life, he does need some saving. Scary bone woman, telling me about someone with multiple bones in his skull? I don't quite know who that is, but she was ordering me around, and I couldn't save the man because of it. She represents the extraneous stuff I have to do that hinders me from my job of saving children from their own lives.
It's 8:30am on a Saturday, and already I need a drink. It's not often I wake up cold, sweating, and shaking.
Friday, October 03, 2008
Take a drink every time Palin said:
"eye rack" (Iraq)
or said/did anything "folksy." (ended an -ing word with -in', winked at the camera!, etc.)
I almost passed out when the moderator asked a question about nuclear weapons. So here I am, off to work at 6:00am. I think I'll get an extra shot in my coffee today.
Shot of espresso. ESPRESSO.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Love is not as complicated as humans want to make it. It really isn't. When it comes down to it, love is this:
When I'm with you, I'm happy, and when I'm not with you, I'm sad.
For me, this is enough. Think about it. There are people who don't really make me happy when I'm with them. I'm not sad to leave them. I don't love them. These people include (but are not limited to) most of my coworkers, people who work in grocery stores, and people who take political polls with clipboards.
Then, there are people who make me really happy. I look forward to seeing them, and even more, being in the same room with them. When I part company with them, my heart sinks inside me, and I begin to pine. These people include (but are not limited to) my daughter, my husband, my dear friends, and my parents.
I do not make distinctions between "loving" and "being in love with." All love is the same to me. Heartbreak is a natural event, caused by a lack of proximity to loved ones. It is a condition that should be taken seriously--people have died from it. Heartbreak and love are two sides of the same coin.
Be brave, friend, and stop avoiding love. The benefits far outweigh the heartbreak. I know because I am one who lives within a sphere of love--I cannot live otherwise. My heartbreak lives with me every day, but it is also what can keep me going.
I know you, friend, and love you, and you deserve love.
The kissing just means that I respect and adore that person. This is not news to me.
Here are the aspects of the other dream:
Necklace: it represents unsatisfied desires, particularly regarding my influence and power over others. It also highlights my intellect.
Velvet: distinction and honor, sensuality and emotions
Vines: ambitious thoughts/ideas
Diamonds: the wholeness of Self, finding clarity in matters that have previously been obscured, might point to my unyielding nature
Famous people: indicates an increase to my prosperity and honor
I want to use my intellect to influence others. My plan to do this is ambitious, but will lead to financial prosperity, as well as self-actualization.
Well, now, that was simple, wasn't it?
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Well, I didn't wake up to that one. First, I woke up to a kissing dream. Actual kissing, not the band. No, I wasn't kissing the band, either. It was cool to remember two dreams, though.