Now, I had a post all planned for my Thursday 13 — Thirteen Fun Facts About Fannie Farmer. (Not Frances Farmer, Fannie.) (The cook.) (Who I’m teaching a Sunday School lesson about on Sunday? Yes, this Sunday. Help me, jeebus, because it involves cooking.) (And it’s Daylight Savings Time out in this part of the country, starting Sunday, which means Extra Challenges as far as me 1) finding my alarm clock 2) resetting it 3) paying attention to it so I can get out the damn door, deliver supplies to earlier classes, go to service, then teach.) (On a side note, since this whole graf is apparently side notes, I just committed to teaching next year, too. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. Third/fourth grade blended class again, with Wacky Girl as my trusty sidekick and student.)

Did I mention that I have my own office at work? With a door that locks? And two huge windows with a view? Bad thing: Everyone has a key to my office, and they come and go at will. Also, I have a conference table that it turns out is extremely popular. If my conference table were a girl, she’d be “That Girl,” y’know? The one everyone wants to take out for a drink? So it isn’t exactly “my” office, is what I’m saying, even though I have a desk in there, and the only key (as far as I know) to the locking cupboard.

Hmmm. The point is, I don’t really have the kind of job where you can surf the blogs at work. Unless I’m working at 10 at night or something, but even then, the custodians are working, and I would get so busted.

U LOOK
I SHOOT

(Sign on someone’s property, just north of Wolf Creek, Oregon, along the Applegate Trail)

“The Tiger Snake cannot be adopted at this time. Tiger Snake adoptions will begin Thursday, March 6 at 10 am.”

Dammit. I was really wanting to adopt a Tiger Snake right now.

Ash tagged me, wooooooooooooooooooo! I love a meme. (You know who writes a killer meme? Tina from The Gallivanting Monkey. That’s right. She responded to my tag with the funniest meme I’ve ever read.) You can tag me all damn day long, and maybe you’ll catch me, maybe you won’t, but I do like a tag. I present…

The Latest Thing in Memes

1. I can’t believe I’ve never…
…watched Star Wars all the way through. Oh, wait. Yes, I can.

2. Every time I think about … I still cringe.
…the last time someone asked me to speak in public, in front of a roomful of strangers, and I went, “Bladdity-blah-blah, hummingbird food! Musical notes! Dancing, dancing! Wheeee!” or something. I have no idea what I said, but I still cringe. Must sign up for Toastmasters, stat.

3. I wish I’d …when I had the chance.
…married Steve when I first met him, instead of waiting a few years. (We were neighbors, I was living with my boyfriend, he sort of had a girlfriend, complications and chaos ensued, etc.)

4. I’ve never felt so out of place as when I…
…was at a party where everyone did a hoedown in their cowboy boots, and I wasn’t wearing cowboy boots.

5. … is my guiltiest pleasure.
That would have to be… I don’t do guilty pleasures, just pleasures.

6. I hope … knows how grateful I am for …
…my mom knows how grateful I am that she dealt with me, pretty skillfully, during my teen years.

7. In my darkest hours, I secretly blame … for my dysfunction.
…boyfriends 1-4…

8. … changed my life forever.
Steve and the kids… and my learning to knit.

I’m tagging… Tina, of course; Melissa Lion, because since she told MetBlogs “later,” she has a ton of free time now; Mr. Qanzas; MamaToo (who I saw in person today, with her two cute little kidlets, yay! How did she know I needed a “little kid” fix?); and… my very own Hockey God, who always refuses to partake in my memes. Maybe he’ll bite.

GO!

“Words are loaded pistols.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, writer and philosopher (1905-1980)

This morning I was at New Seasons, buying snacks for Wacky Boy’s class, and overheard two of the stockboys talking:

SB #1: “You have no hope? Sometimes I think I’ve given up all hope, but really, you have no hope?”

SB #2: “All hope is gone. I have given up on hope.”

me: “No giving up on hope.”

SB #1: “Thank you!”

Post-A-Vista No. 6: Woooooooo-hooooooo It’s VIXEN!

Vixen, this is everyone. Everyone, this is the VIXEN! There! It’s done.
Now we all know each other.

In the meantime, Vixen is extremely young and delectably pretty but is already a Wacky Grandma! How did she work that? She lives in Southern California!!! She has a big honey of a husband and loves to write. Also, they haven’t had a crisis yet today! (We hope.) So let’s hear what SHE has to say!!!!!

1. Describe your family: I have a strong and loving family. A regular family with quirks and flaws. My husband and I met in middle school and have been married for almost 26 years. I have five kids (three biological & two who found us), two adorable grandchildren (and another on the way).

2. Name one thing America is doing right for parents (I, personally, would find this question “challenging.” wm): This is a very challenging question. It depends on whether we are talking America/government or America/culturally. I guess I would say creating an environment where we, as parents, can question and decide for ourselves what is best for our children.

3. Name one thing America is not doing right for parents: I think there is an entire cross-section of parents living between poverty and middle class who are unable to access opportunities others may take for granted.

4. What’s one parenting issue that really “riles you up,” makes you ready to work for change: The state of our public education. The system is out of control and not functioning. Our kids suffer and America suffers because parents must spend valuable time fighting the system; time that would be better spent with the children and families.

5. Who’s gonna get your vote for President ’08 & why? (feel free to
ignore this question): My daughter, Bear. She is attractive, witty, intelligent, down to earth, and very personable. She could probably save the world. She is a write-in, obviously.

6. Name one thing Post-a-Vistas could do to be a better place?: I think it’s pretty good just how it is.

7. What’s your fave thing about parenting? (And grandparenting?): Unconditional
love. Getting it and giving it.

8. Anything else you think we should know about you?: “Some people call me the space cowboy; Some call me the gangster of love; Some people call me Maurice…” OK, they don’t but they should!

Thanks for playing, Vixen!!! You are an excellent sport. Keep coming back, it works!

Hockey God, on his high school years: “I stayed out ’til 3 a.m. at a party, and after that my dad gave me a curfew of midnight. Which I thought was ridiculous, because the bars didn’t close until 2.”

me: “You were in high school.”

Hockey God: “Yeah, but the drinking age in Iowa was 19 then. And the third set didn’t start until 11 or 11:30. You wouldn’t want to leave midway through the third set. And all the good college parties were just getting going at midnight.”

me: “My mom tried to set boundaries the end of my senior year — she told me my boyfriend couldn’t stay the night anymore. But by then he’d been sleeping over for a couple of years. So we just started staying the night at his house.”

Hockey God: “See? You wouldn’t have been happy with a midnight curfew, either.”

Our daughter and son will be teenagers in five and eight years, respectively. You know what I’m guessing — they won’t want to leave midway through the third set, either.

dear internets,

This is the worst news I’ve gotten all week, cuz I love my girl Rockstar Mommy. (more…)

I love this crazy clip. Thanks to my father-in-law for sending it along.