a note from my comrade, Mr. Juneteenth:

“Greetings,

There will be no cheat in this election.

No FEAR.

Man is not in control of the outcome this time.

Respect, responsibility, accountability, productivity and peace now dominate the landscape.

History is no longer a casualty of manufactured disrespect.

History shall reflect an unheralded transparency that shall expose those who continue to defile it.

The only vote that matters is the one in which history triumphed over ignorance and disbelief in this time when it is needed most.

You shall witness the greatness of respect and goodness that tip the scales of injustice, you shall witness a landslide that will co-join history to repair a world.

Respectfully,

Mr. Juneteenth”

You’ll find it here.

Gotta go Spocky.

wm

Go, Rudy! Go, Obamer!

(Seriously. I need to interview my grandma and put her on the World Wide Web. I highly encourage this sort of activity.)

* Now that I’m working all the time, I’m boycotting the laundry. Sadly, when you are working outside the home, you need clean clothes more than ever. Will let you know when/if I find solution.

* Wacky Girl still on a campaign to rid the house of the following words: frickin’, freakin’, effin’ and the word they stand in for. Campaign so far is going well. It’s for the best. I can’t talk that way at my school — why should I talk that way in front of my own kids?

* (stops for a moment to come up with a new slogan: Wacky Mommy: Now With Less Effin’!)

* I went out for sushi with A last night. I ate almost an entire platter of sushi by myself, then ordered vegetable tempura. I love sushi.

* I think I have that disease where you can’t stop talking. Poor A.

* Still cracking up over the following: A two-year-old approaches the penguin suit he’s wearing for Halloween, sizes it up, asks it, “How you doin’?” Oh. My. God. My little cousin is a funny, funny guy. That needs to be on video, getting sent off to America’s Funniest.

* Gotta go, Spocky.

wm

My sister, in regards to what she and my brother-in-law are going as for Halloween…

my sis: “I told him I’d go as his ex-girlfriend.”
me, confused: “Which one?”
my sis: “Myself!”

Of course. There was that little break-up. But now they’re happily reunited and she’s going as his ex. And here I was thinking how hard it is to come up with ideas for Halloween.

Me? I may go as a surgeon. I could use my bone-folder for a scalpel, ha HA!

Seriously. What are you wearing right now? I’m still in my work clothes (nice jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt) but within minutes will be changing into old pajama bottoms and a tank top.

My training went super good — learned a lot, had a couple of fast one-on-ones, and talked about all the serious stuff too. Libraries are serious stuff, especially when they’re under-funded or de-funded entirely.

I will spare you the details, but please support your school, local and college libraries. Love Your Local Librarian. Ooh, I need to make up some new bumperstickers!

Also, read to the kids, and listen to them read. They will love it and you will, too. Especially if it’s this book. This is the funniest book the kindergartners and I have ever read in our lives. Tulip underpants!!! ROFLOAO!!!

For the weekend, we have planned too much, as always. I desperately seek my workplace on Monday a.m.’s just to get a break from Chaos That Is Our Weekend Schedule. Laundry, chores, yardwork, tomatoes. Book fairs, pumpkin patches, parties I am too tired to attend, church??? I wouldn’t mind going to church again. I actually enjoy church — I don’t see it as a chore or something on my “to do” list. This weekend Hockey God has a big conference where he’s been invited to speak. (When I asked him what it was about, he said, and I’m quoting here, “Some newspaper guys want to know about blogging.”) Turns out it’s SPJ. Yeah, “some newspaper guys.” He’s funny, that boy.

What am I forgetting? Cats to the vet, work that I brought home, Christmas shopping? Wait! We’re not doing any this year. We’re skipping it all — presents for each other, the kids, the extended family — and, along with my sis and bro-in-law, and my mom, we’re making a donation to the Oregon Food Bank.

People who are hungry will get fed, and I don’t have to shop, wrap, ship, etc. (Private note to my in-laws: Don’t send gifts. Please send checks to the food bank, instead.)

I’m asking you — and be honest here — Do you really need more stuff? We need more love, and food, and shelter. That’s about it. And puppies, we need more puppies. But we’re not getting ’em, over here. Sigh.

Peace OUT,

WM

Happy, happy weekend to y’all! I’m in trainings and busy the next few days, but Will Post As Able.

love,

your girl,

wm

ps — vote. VOTE. VOTE!!! Go, Obama!!!!

I do not have time to write, friends, but I will tell you this…

1) I love my girlfriends. I love you, L.S., and I am sending so much love out to you right now, I hope you feel it like a warm coat wrapped around your shoulders. We all love you so much and I am thinking of you for most of the day, every day.

2) L.G. — you are a good friend, a good woman, and you have a good heart. We would be lost without you.

3) B.J. — wish you were here. Wish I was there. That’s the way it always is. Thank you for always being “there,” even when you’re “there.” I think you know what I mean.

4) A.M. — it was nice seeing you. And thank you for getting me reading the blogs, way back when. You: “You have to read this Amalah!” Me: “Ama-who? Blogs?”

5) C.H. — You do a great job wrangling those preschoolers, and all of the others placed in your care.

6) B.L. — good luck with the project, I hope it all goes well.

7) N.R. — how many more? You’ll be done counting soon. Yay. YAY!

8) B.K. — aren’t you planning some sort of vacation for us? Remember, I won’t fly anywhere anymore.

9) S.D. — Give C a hug for me and a big kiss on the head. You are doing a great, superwonderful job. Don’t ever doubt yourself.

10) N. from T. — I love your blog.

11) TOL — yours, too.

12) That’s enough with the private notes. Sometimes you just have to thank your girlfriends all over the internet, then go light your candles. That’s what I’m going to do right now.

Hockey God, just now at the dinner table: “…because if that’s the way it’s going to be, then no effin’ way.”

Wacky Girl, helpfully: “Fuckin’. No fuckin’ way?”

Hockey God, chagrined: “Jesus.”

Kids really do say the effin’ darndest things!