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March 30th, 2005

The sex offender who lives across the street from my beloved Wacky Sister got his sorry ass hauled off to jail this week!!!!!!

Let’s hope he never comes back. Thank you for your Wacky Mama-ness that helped make this possible. (I believe in the power of positive thinking. And he positively needed to go back to jail.)

Oh Say Can You See?

March 28th, 2005

Yes, Wacky Girl refers to “The Star-Spangled Banner” as “that song the girl sings at the hockey game.” This fractures me, as my Granny would say.

My dear friend A went back to school today, working on her pre-reqs in hopes of getting her nursing degree. SHE IS SO COOL! I am absolutely extremely proud of her and you should be, too. She works full-time, has three rowdyass sons (one of whom is my daughter’s Booty Dancing buddy), plus a rowdyass husband, and a household to run, family and community responsibilities, pets to feed, flower beds to weed and yadda-yadda and SHE WENT BACK TO SCHOOL!


what i love today

March 26th, 2005

I’m grooving on all of this:


When to Speak Up

March 25th, 2005

Friday Advice Column for Neurotic Mothers and Others

(This column is not meant to substitute for regular medical care and was not written by a medical professional, savvy?)

Q: One of the kids that I take to school (carpool) had a URI (upper
respitory infection, cough, congestion, hacking up a lung, etc) for a
good 2 months and his parents never took him to a doctor. Not only did
I feel for the poor kid, I really didn’t want him hacking all over my
son and giving it to him. Of course we all caught it. I never said
anything to his parents, though I wanted to. Do you think I suck for
being a chicken? What should I have said? His mom is a very sweet lady
that I value as a friend.


More asthma

March 24th, 2005

Wacky Daughter was asthma-attacking at 4 a.m., pobrecita.

I was volunteering in her classroom last week, and one of her buddies couldn’t stop coughing.


What Does It Take?

March 23rd, 2005

What does it take to get over asthma? We’re doing the inhalers, taking our vitamins, trying to avoid flu and colds, which trigger it, and keeping the cats and dog out of the bedrooms (i know, i know, we should get rid of them, but the allergist sez Wacky Daughter isn’t allergic to them, at any rate, so it might not even help). We’ve torn up some of the carpets — and the latest carpet we ripped out lead us to the discovery of the Tilting House (see old blog entry for details), which we’re now realizing will cost us probably tens of thousands of dollars to repair.

because one thing leads to another.

because “as long as we’re at it” are the most dangerous words spoken when remodelling your home.

because we need to have more beams put in under Tilting House, which may crack the ugly stucco, or at least make a space between House and Stucco thus creating an Entryway for Milew and Crap. So, stucco must go. Once it’s down, we will find dry rot (we know we have some, just don’t know how much), thus necessitating repairing that, and then painting the whole house, and while we’re at it, why not knock a hole in the wall of the office and put in the french doors, leading to stairs to backyard, leading to patio (uh, we don’t actually have a patio out there, just grass, so we’ll have to build one) and… there ya go. Tens of thousands of dollars on this old lady of a house.

i love my house. We’ll just eat burritos all the time now, eh? And no more dinners out.

My Daughter and her friend K, the Booty Dancers

March 20th, 2005

Here’s a little story from Wacky Daughter, age 5 1/2:

“We were at the Winterhawks game tonight and me and K shaked our
booties! They showed us on TV!  We won the dance contest and we
won binoculars, a water bottle, Chalupa coupons, and a tote bag and a
T-shirt that said ‘Spice up the night’ from Taco Bell. It was great.”

Yes, it’s true, A, her husband J, Wacky Daddy and I encouraged our kids
to shake their little butts in front of 9,700 hockey fans to win a
half-dozen Chalupas and a gym bag with goodies. They call it “Dance for
Your Dinner” — it’s a little crowd-pleaser they do in between periods.
The kids stood on the chairs with their behinds facing the camera and
shook it and shook it. Every time we’d tell them “You’re on the big
TV!” they’d turn around and smile for the camera. They were about

Wacky Daughter just corrected me: “We were adorable.” (No “about” about
it.) Every time the camera went to them we went nuts and everyone else
did too. My face is still hurting from laughing so hard.

And the Hawks won against Tri-City — 4 to 2. Rock on.


Happy Spring Break!

March 19th, 2005

I swiped this from the PTA newsletter — awesome list of books.

Teachers’ Fifty Favorite Children’s Books

1. Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White (9-12 years)

2. The Polar Express by Chris Van Allsburg (4-8 years)

3. Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss (4-8 years)

4. The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss (4-8 years)

5. Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak (4-8 years)

6. Love You Forever by Robert N. Munsch (4-8 years)

7. The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein (All ages)

8. The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle (Baby-Preschool)

9. Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls (Young Adult)

10. The Mitten by Jan Brett (4-8 years)


things that are pissing me off today

March 17th, 2005

In no particular order…


My Neighbor’s Underpants

March 15th, 2005

So there I was at my dining room table, having breakfast with the kids and my mother-in-law and eating breakfast when WHOOSH there goes a streak of white. And again. And again. Yes, it was my Nekkid Neighbor in her panties, almost nekkid across the way, dashing around her dining room. Why won’t they get window coverings? Because we have them, so apparently they don’t
need them. Only, I don’t think I should have to keep the blinds drawn all the time. Children need a little natural light.

Only not so much “natural white,” if you know what I mean.

Her husband has been working on being “not so naked all the time,” as Nekkid Neighbor puts it. Neat.

One time when Nekkid Neighbor’s dad was in town, he wore a chicken suit while eating dinner. That was pretty funny, to me, Hockey God and the kids. I phoned the neighbors and said Never mind the window coverings if you’re going to entertain us like this. Goofy. But they rilly, rilly need to keep the clothes on.

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