Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Not the best system. So today I finally dug in and separated and organized all the pictures I've taken since last September. This is thousands and thousands of pictures. Then I had to figure out which pictures were missing (because I scrapbooked them) and upload only those ones to be re-developed. I've made it through Charlie's birthday this year and I've re-ordered 300. It is S L O O O O O W going. But it's one of those organizational chores that acts like a balm to my anxious soul. Next, I will tackle my closet. (I'd like to insert a terrified looking smiley right here.)
Gracie bought Peter Pan with her birthday money. She has watched it approximately 542 times so far. She is watching it now in lieu of morning cartoons. Does that make me a bad momma?
Nothing much is going on and nothing much on the agenda for the day. We are getting together with Charlie's old playgroup. He was in the same playgroup from when he was 6 months old until they all turned five. When the second round of kiddo's came, we just added them into the group. Some of them are on their third round now. Should be fun!
I am reading "A Woman in Charge" - Carl Bernstein's book about Hillary Clinton. I don't know if she is the kind of person I could be friends with but she certainly has led an interesting life. Our local political wags are calling her "inevitable"; I'm just trying to get to a place where I will be comfortable giving her my vote. I'm getting there.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
So anyway, horrible, foul mood made a little bit worse because I felt like I needed to take the kids to the pool and truth be told, I don't really like going to the pool all that much. It's hot and wet and nothing gets crossed off my endless to-do list while we are swimming. But I sucked it up and we went and had a great time! The kids are old to swim around in the big pool now so no more sitting for hours at the side of the baby pool wondering how much longer. And when it was finally time to go, the horrible, foul mood was a distant memory.
Charlie told me this was the best day of his life - better than Disney even. And Gracie told me she is going to live with me forever. Dude. This is what makes all the bad days worth it.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I'm still processing the Deathly Hallows. In fact Mimi, I will read it again as soon as my husband is done with it. I like to go back and read these books more slowly and try to appreciate all the hidden references that I miss the first time around. I find I am dissatisfied with some of the things that were left out of the story; I really enjoyed what she wrote. I just wish she had written a bit more.
I'm having some friends over to scrap tomorrow. It feels strange to anticipate a day with no deadlines, no lists, no responsibilities beyond playing with some pretty paper and watching the kids all play together. I'm too tired to string together anymore coherent sentences. Here's to summer!
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Just to run-down the weekend's events; tomorrow morning have to go to get my Harry Potter release party wristband. Is that crazy or what? Then mow the grass and finish pricing everything. Then go to the midnight release party and presumably stay up reading all night (although I have to confess to already having read the epilogue.) Garage sale. Karate class. Church nursery. Grace's birthday party. And somewhere in there feed the kids all the required meals and make sure the house is clean enough for guests. What was I smoking when I planned this weekend out?
So I'll be gone for a few days. See you next week!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
And I'm convinced. There's lots of circumstantial evidence out there, you can google it and get one or two essays on the subject. But the clincher, in my opinion, is this scene in HPB, immediately after Katie Bell has been cursed by a necklace and Harry has wrapped it up in his scarf:
Sure enough, Professor McGonagall was hurrying down the stone steps through swirling sleet to meet them.
"Hagrid says you four saw what happened to Katie Bell - upstairs to my office at once, please! What's that you're holding Potter?"
"It's the thing she touched, " said Harry.
"Good lord," said Professor McGonagall, looking alarmed as she toold the necklace from Harry. "No, no Filch, they're with me!" she added hastily as Filch came shuffling eagerly across the entrance hall holding his Secrecy Sensor aloft. "Take this necklace to Professor Snape at once, but be sure not to touch it, keep it wrapped in the scarf."
So where in that exchange did anyone tell McGonagall that the item wrapped in the scarf, that the "thing" Katie Bell touched was a necklace? And consider two pages later when Harry accuses of Malfoy of trying to sneak the necklace into the school, McGonagall gives him cover. "and what is more," said Professor McGonagall, with an air of awful finality, "Mr. Malfoy was not in Hogsmeade today... Because he was doing detention with me...."
JK Rowling does not write carelessly and she chooses her words very deliberately. She is telling us that McGonagall knows what Draco is up to and is protecting him. There are lots of other subtle hints along the way; consider that Harry often finds himself reluctant to confide in McGonagall but almost always ends up doing so when she presses him. Until the very end of Half Blood Prince when he refuses to divulge what Dumbledore was doing.
I really like this juxtaposition: Snape - who has all the appearance of being evil but is truly on the good side. And McGonagall - who has all the appearance of being good but is Voldemort's most loyal servant.
Wait and see. This is the big surprise. This is the part that many people will loathe. 3 1/2 more days!
Monday, July 16, 2007
So said my little boy when we got in line at the ice cream shop and discovered his favorite girl friend from school in line ahead of us. He's never shown a heck of a lot of interest in any girls except this one and the mere mention of her name causes him to blush. After a brief bout of shyness, he ordered the same thing she did, invited himself right over to their table and they happily ate their cones together and got all caught up on the summer doings. Grace was beside herself that he didn't want to sit with her.
Friday, July 13, 2007
So, just in case anyone is wondering how Justin's jihad is going... on Wednesday he told his department that they are required to watch an Inconvenient Truth with their families. Today, he decided he is going to send an e-mail to the entire company requesting that they watch it (his little dvd is going to get quite worn out, no?) and if they don't like it and can articulate why, he will pay them $20. I am trying very hard to dissuade him from this plan because I fear financial ruin. He has also decided (again) that he is going to run for President. His solution for the fundraising issue is to join the World Tour of Poker. Although I pointed out that he has never played poker for money, he is not discouraged. I need a vacation.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
We have a new little scrapbook store right in my area. My favorite little store is an hour away so I'll admit I was intrigued about a truly local store. And it turns out that it's a nice enough store but not really my style. And that's okay. I don't mind the drive when I have time. But last week, with all the craziness, I didn't have time so I stopped into the new store after court on Friday and decided I would enter the monthly contest. This is the result. Not my favorite layout ever. So, I will be heading back to my favorite little store next week and probably burying this layout deep in the holiday scrapbook. It's all good.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
or as normal as it ever is in this household. Ha!
My baby girl turns 4 this week. I would say that she is at my favorite age for her right now. When she was a baby, she never liked to snuggle, she was always cranky and stubborn from the second I went into labor. Most of that hasn't changed but now at least she is very snuggly and she has the most wicked sense of humor. Even her stubborn antics usually make us laugh.
So her impending birthday and the fact that my neighbor and I are having a garage sale in a couple weeks convinced me it was finally time to start cleaning the baby stuff out of the basement. 11 containers of baby clothes to start with today. I thought I was prepared, didn't think it would be a big deal, but promptly burst into tears as I opened the first box and took out a little set of 3 mo. shorts that Charlie probably wore twice. Justin at first was taken aback; he couldn't figure out what the big deal was. And then suddenly the lightbulb flashed and he said "it's hard for you to accept that those clothes will ever be worn by anyone other than Charlie." And yes. Because he will never be a baby again. Do most moms struggle with their kids getting older as much as I do?
But surprisingly, the moment passed quickly and I got through those boxes in record time. Had everything folded and sorted. And then Charlie woke up from his nap, saw the piles, figured it out, and HE burst into tears. Totally didn't see that one coming. He started grabbing clothes left and right and hiding them in his room. We sat down and had a long talk about getting bigger and how cool it is to be six years old. I'm not sure he's convinced. He stretched a 6-9 mo. yellow vest and wore it for hours. In the end, I got most of it back and re-sorted and it's ready for the sale. He is really not going to like it when I start on the toys.
And while I was in the dispassionate discarding mode, I started throwing stuff away. Just boxes of stuff sitting on the sunporch, in the basement. Where does this stuff come from? Why don't we throw it away as we go? Why do I have 2 broken printers sitting out there - did I really think they could be repaired? It felt good to purge and to think about emptying out all the old stuff. Because that is our plan. We are moving ahead with the remodeling idea. Lots of times we suffer from inertia - in the past we might have let that dryer go for months before admitting defeat. Now, not so much. I think we're tired of living like people just out of college. It only took 12 years! We're going to reclaim this house, reclaim the un-useable space and get rid of all the stuff we've been holding onto just for sentimental reasons.
And finally... Live Earth. Did you watch it? We were a captive audience here. Listened to it on XM non-stop and watched lots of Bravo when we really liked an act. I caught the entire UK show and a fair amount of the New York one too. I thought the commercials were fantastic - except for the polar bear one. I don't know why but no matter how many times I see it, the footage of the drowning polar bears causes an instantaneous meltdown. The funny part has been watching Justin fret all day about his choices. He is in total paralysis about what to do with the water bottles. He is addicted to bottled water and he's a tiny bit OCD about germs and food contamination. So he's trying to figure out whether he REALLY needs to re-use his water bottles more than a couple times or whether recycling is good enough. Charlie (of course) wants to call a family meeting to see what more we can do. Go Al Gore! (And declare already, would ya?)
Friday, July 6, 2007
We ended up with a really good outcome today; the system worked the way the system is supposed to work and the long hours and endless preparation paid off. My clients got the relief we were asking for and more importantly, a child is safe.
But the bottom line is that no matter how well I argue or debate or frame a case, I have a fundamental dislike of conflict. And it seems to me that presents a problem in a great deal of the cases that come my way. I handle them all, I do what needs to be done but it makes me miserable inside. I invest too much emotionally in the cases, especially ones like I had this week. I lose sleep, I stop eating and I neglect all the important stuff in my life. My kids get the worst side of me - the cranky, distracted, over-worked side. My husband handles it all so well - his job is stressful every single day but he has learned to balance it and to balance me when my work makes me crazy.
It makes me sad to admit that I don't want to do this anymore; that I invested so much time and energy into a career that will never make me happy. I'm "successful" as far as society defines that, I'm good at what I do but truthfully, that's just not enough. I feel like I need some sort of Oprah quote here. I don't have any idea what I would do instead.
In the meantime, I'm going to go pick my kids up from daycare, where they basically lived the last two weeks, and where they begged me this morning not to take them again. And then, I'm going to go home and turn on the sprinkler and we're going to play together and eat popsicles together and start to enjoy the summer vacation they've been missing out on so far.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
But the weekend will bring new tidings and my friend Kat in from New York City. We will go visit with another friend Jen who is recovering from two (yes 2!) broken ankles. They took her little "help me!" bell away from her at work because apparently, she was abusing their kindness. You may occasionally see Kat on Animal Precinct where she uses her fab skills as a behavior specialist for the New York ASPCA. But her hair isn't usually very many colors and she doesn't have too many piercings so they usually tape the other girl.
So my parents are on vacation in New Mexico right now and when they drove in last night, they hit a freak snow storm. I must be really off on my geography because I thought New Mexico was next to Arizona where they are having the heat wave. At any rate, there is some weird weather phenomena going on around the country right now.
And how bad is it that I am reduced to blogging about the weather?
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
I hope everyone has a fun and safe holiday!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
So, how about that Scooter Libby commutation? I can't type the word I thought when I heard the news. I've never said that word out loud. But at least we can be certain that this is a President who clearly has given up any thoughts about his legacy. I really have no stomach for the spin from the right anymore. If they believe 1/10 of the stuff they spew, I am afraid the divide is beyond repair. I eagerly await their reaction the next time a Democratic President pardons one of his cronies. And have no doubt, it will happen. If the current state of our government has accomplished anything, it's to make me an equal opportunity cynic. So Scooter's defense fund will pay his fine and he will go to work for the Carlyle Group or some other large defense contractor or maybe the World Bank or maybe he'll just become a lobbyist for some anti-regulation, highly polluting industrial interest but either way, this whole sorry episode will soon be a blip on Scooter's memory as he lives out the rest of his life being compensated for keeping Cheney out of the hot seat.
Eh. Well, Nancy Pelosi and Trent Lott will continue to coordinate their seersucker summer outfits and the party leadership will write letters about how disgraceful it all is and the American people will go back to wondering what's in Paris' garbage today. Hey, I think I read that Prince William and his girlfriend got back together! See, all is not lost.