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Friday, November 14, 2003

Thanks to Amber and DotMoms for a great theme for today!

1.  Willful ignorance
2.  Harm to my children
3.  Harm to my family
4.  Perfectionism, or the expectation of such
5.  Being chased by alligators or crocodiles ( I sometimes dream this)
6.  Not so much being alone, but being isolated
7.  Financial ruin
8.  People with little or no sense of humor
9.  What their parents must have been like
10. Driving in fog. I can handle rain, snow, anything that gives me a glimpse of the road now and then, but fog ...[shudder]
11. Losing my nerve, conviction, cool head, or self-respect (though I have plenty in deep storage)
12. Losing closeness with my spouse or children
13. Losing their respect
14. Gaining their scorn
15. Deserving #12, 13, or 14 (or #5, for that matter)
16. Incurious minds
17. Political extremism in any direction
18. Fanatical monotheism
19. Forgetting how to be silly with my children, or thinking it doesn’t matter
20. George W. Bush
21. John Ashcroft
22. What their parents must have been like. (Well, I guess we know about W’s.)
23. Not making enough of a positive difference in others’ lives
24. Missing opportunities to make those differences
25. Not being grateful for the differences others have made in my life, and in my family’s
26. But what really scares me most, what strikes me dumb and causes me to shake with horror and fury, is Gary and Anne Marie Ezzo.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

So it’s 5:06 p.m., and I know I have to leave soon to get home in time for Gil to get to the hockey game with our neighbor, but I can’t get my head out of these files. Literally, in some cases. A few of them are almost 5 inches thick, and as I was peering at the excessively faxed smudginess of one financial report, the part I was holding open slipped out of my grip and slapped me on the side of the head.

Just then, Gil called, but I’m not sure what about, since all I heard was screaming and crying and his muffled, “STOP IT THIS INSTANT” and “BUT HE HURT ME” and something else that sounded like, “YOU PROMISED” and then “[Sigh] I’ll call you back.”

Maybe I should stick my head back in the file a few more times to dull my senses before heading home.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you...or at least the way you
taste.


Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Gee, makes me sound kind of pathetic, but if the shoe fits (being a mommy and all)…

via Len, Amber’s husband!

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Don’t I wish...thanks to Daisy for the link! (And also for the amazing, made-the-rest-of-my-day, compliment. I have to write policies all day today, and am a little sick of reading my own writing.)


You are the playful pin-up!  Do you know how to be
serious?


What Type Of Retro Gal Are You?
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Sunday, November 09, 2003

The lizard thing wasn’t the only pleasant surprise this morning. Ever wondered how cherry slushies and popcorn looked like six hours later? Well, we don’t. Not anymore. We spent most of the day cleaning it off of the boys’ sheets, blankets, comforters and pillows. What’s that, you say? They both got sick in the night? Noooo, just Logan. But he had to slide through it to get off his bed, then he trotted over to Dylan’s bed, puuuuullled himself up over the edge, crawled up to the top, and slept there, with his red, slushy head on Dylan’s pillow, in his red, slushy underpants, for the rest of the night.

P.S. The boys loved Brother Bear, but maybe we’ll hold off on movie theater outings for a while.