That does not fully express my pain over here. My pain at finally having a minute to blog for the first time this week and NOT BEING ABLE TO LOG IN because MY BLOG IS TOAST AT THE MOMENT.

I used to just reboot the server and all was well, we’d be up and running. Then a couple weeks ago received word from Hockey God, aka Master of My Domain, that went like this, “Jesus Christ,” (he always calls me that. It’s kinda weird), “I told you, do not reboot. You could take down the entire universe if you do that.” (My power, it astounds me.) “I told you that. I’ve told you that like four times. It will reboot automatically.”

Guess what? It hasn’t. And now all I’m getting is a note that says ERROR ESTABLISHING A DATABASE CONNECTION.

Honestly.

So you’re probably all out there thinking, Girlfriend has quit the blog. Or that I’m trapped under a large stack of books that fell from the shelves and crushed me, and I’ve Fallen And I Can’t Get Up.

Also, I have this song going on in my head, it’s so groovin’ and very ’80s, no? I hear the ’80s are “hip” again so hot damn, let’s break out the Firm!

I mean — look at that hair. Listen to Jimmy Page. Wow. What’s next? Dokken? Quiet Riot? I have no idea, I just like a catchy riff, don’t you?

All for now, until Steve wakes up. I’ve been awake since 5 a.m. It’s my new schedule, and will not adjust itself for the weekend. Whatever. I like the peace and quiet.

But not my inability to access my own frickin’ blog. That I can do without.

Rock on, Internets.

love,

wm

YAY, he fixed it. Thank you, thank you, we’re live.

You know who is an amazing writer? Lois Duncan. And she just has never, ever, ever, gotten her proper respect, as far as this humble reviewer is concerned. More on that in a minute. First off — why am I reviewing in a hodgepodge today? Because it’s my blog, that’s why. No, because I promised books to a reader who is expecting, and before I hand them over, I must review. (more…)

Oh, Chris Cornell. Ouch. Too bad you had to leave your sexy-awesome wife and run off with… a French model? What? (I may be getting the story entirely wrong.) (I don’t think so, though.)

Note: Kim Thayil in background looking remarkably like Young Steve, circa 1989.

(Also, would kill to find copy of interview Ann Magnuson did with Soundgarden, “Sub Zep?” for Spin, February 1992. I believe this is the interview wherein she asked them, “Who would you kill if murder was legal?” and Kim Thayil got all huffy, Well, it’s not. “But what if it was?” Well, it’s NOT. “Sheesh, Ted Nugent wouldn’t have a problem with this one.” hahahahaha Ann Magnuson, you are funny, funny girl.)

(Why am I rambling? Why am I posting all this? Cuz you know I am feeling thoroughly, totally, completely outshined at the moment.)

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND, MY PEEPS!

wm

ps my mom-in-law is in town. We will consume wine, celebrate Kim Thayil’s Hockey God’s birthday early and eat cranberry sauce. TTFN.

I was missing my family. My family I haven’t seen cuz I worked all day, then went to meetings, and just now got home.

I missed ’em right up until the point my son came at me with his Dad’s drill. His Dad’s drill that he found lying on the bench upstairs. Then his sister (who is 9, lest you have forgotten) said, “Put that fuckin’ thing down it’s a piece of shit.”

Internets, at that point I told them, all three of them, “I’m glad I didn’t see you guys all day because you all are crazy.”

In my day, if you found a drill lying around, you left it the hell alone because hello, you could hurt someone with that thing. Or they might make you do some remodeling or something and God knows, you didn’t need that, did you?

Also, if we had just gotten back from hunting, and my uncles, their buddies and my grandpa hadn’t had a chance to clean their guns, and the guns were scattered all over the kitchen floor (What? Well, where the hell do you keep your guns?)… here is what you did:

You stepped over the guns.

You did not pick them up, see? You stepped over them. Leave the drills alone, leave the guns alone, keep passing the open windows, it’s not that hard.

Here’s a story I told my kids the other night, about their great-grandpa, who died 11 years ago this week (my mom’s daddy):

When he wanted to get a kid’s attention, he would ask this question:

“‘What say we tell your folks about this?’ Well, no, he didn’t think that was such a good idea. Then I’d say, Son, I have a gun. You might’ve gotten shot. You wouldn’t have liked that, would you?” And he’d say, No sir, I guess I wouldn’t.”

(My kids: “He shot people?” Me: “Just to watch them die. NO, he didn’t shoot people. He just intimated that he would shoot them if they didn’t do what he wanted.” My kids: “Huh.”)

My grandpa was the rockingest dude. Just as long as you didn’t mess with him.

(Thank you, Tracy Morgan.)

(Congrats, Mr. Obama. We love you.)

“We are not as divided as our politics suggest. That we are one people, that we are one nation, and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story, with three words that will ring from coast to coast, from sea to shining sea: ‘Yes, we can.'”

— Barack Obama

“Clear Eyes! Full Hearts! Can’t Lose!”
— Friday Night Lights

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!