Wednesday, June 25, 2003
The World Health Organization says that a good diet should consist of no more than 10 percent sugar. Lobbyists for the sugar industry disagree. They maintain that you'll be fine as long as no more than 25 percent of your food and drink contains their favorite product. In regards to your current needs, Virgo, I disagree with both assessments. Since you're in a phase when you need to toughen up, strengthen your will, and think leaner and meaner, I believe you should temporarily limit your sugar intake to 3 percent or less.
today I feel good. only slightly sneezy. no eye watering attacks today, or yesterday.
still no luck finding a plane ticket to LA for $200 or less. I looked at expedia. I guess I can only keep looking.
I need babysitting for evening programs in boston and I don't know where I'll get it. saturday night is howard zinn, I don't think he'll appreciate liam interrupting him with loud assertions about how he doesn't want be there. sunday night is julian bond. friday night is dan savage. I need babysitting, dammit.
last night ethan made a wicked pad thai. I have been eating more healthily in this house than I have anyplace outside of camp for years and years. it's nice. although I'd say a big juicy hello to a cheeseburger right now.
sarah came over and took me grocery shopping. you know your migraine is bad when a 9 months pregnant toddler mama feels sorry for you. we replenished the stuff we've been super-consuming and got some pricey treats like cheese puffs, samantha juice shakes, that sort of thing.
tonight we're going to kristina's for a potluck-pool thing, nice. not that I'll be swimming, but the kids will love to. I think.
I think I am pretty much well. I look well. I was looking rough while we were on the road. no time to work conditioner through my hair, so it was a mass of tangles covered over by a mass of frizz. now it's lubed up and my skin looks a lot better, too.
I need to get back to looking for a ticket. but look, this is ridiculous:
You are basically the poster child for lesbianism.
You're kind of a tomboy, but you have your
femme tendencies. Youre a "happy
What Kind Of Lesbian Stereotype Are You???
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Tuesday, June 24, 2003
today the kids reverted to their normal schedules all of a sudden: liam up at 7 AM eastern time, nash up at 9:30. I was hoping the time zone change induced snoozing til 10 would last.
now that I finally got through all of my camp email, the muppet movie is over and I have no time to write lest liam destroy ethan & julie's home.
I hope I'll hang out with sarah & kristina today. I need to buy groceries. we've drunk up all the soy milk, eaten all the cheerios...
my sinuses have been killing me. so far, today is a little better, maybe thanks to the coldcalm stuff, I hope so, I hope for anything that will help without making me crazy.
I don't feel guilty about letting the kids watch a lot of videos while we're here, because liam is pretty homesick and familiar movies seem to help. he's acting out pretty badly. so, I do feel guilty for disrupting his life with this trip, but I don't feel guilty for letting him watch movies...
they've watch totoro the past two nights, and yesterday afternoon we watched spirited away.
we're all needing baths this morning, so that's my goal to accomplish before noon. uh oh, it's 11:51 and I'm still grubby.
the trip, the trip is a story for later. to sum it up, (delightfully) cold weather and bad food. rushed and stressful and bah. I love road trips. a bad road trip insults my very soul. I mean it.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
last time I did the zine, he said he wanted to make one, too, and asked for paper. he folded it into a book, but wasn't interested in writing or drawing on it. interesting.
I remain ridiculously sneezy.
Sunday, June 15, 2003
You're smart, shy, and often nonsensical. You have dreams of being famous, and you're quirky enough that you just might pull them off. Some would call you a genius, others would call you insane, but in reality you're pretty well-adjusted. Take a vacation once in a while- it'll help take your mind off of your troubles.
no change in a year.
is it sad that my most pressing quiz is the pixies song thing?
another rainy-sunny-hot day in paradise.
five days til I head for new england.
I'm debating taking nash to see finding nemo, if I find the time, that is.
he and liam are building a world for themselves in the event that they accidentally get shrunk a la george shrinks. hey, anything can happen. I don't believe that, but they do.
my next few days are all about details, like getting more packages of contact lenses, mailing back the non-fitting clothing (apparently made for hipless, breastless girls) to delia's, sending in my mama gathering registration, finishing up issue #5 of my zine, getting all of the pre-school curricula stored away at work, and more, more, more.
some key trip things are getting some books on tape for the kids and some jonathon kozol books for myself. I want read some of his work before I see him.
and for the record: still sneezy.
Saturday, June 14, 2003
but whatever. I'm off to a little show today, upstairs at fair grinds coffeehouse, and then for some high quality hanging out with friends.
nobody will be even a little bit surprised that I am the sissy kind of pirate. arrrr. don't hurt me.
You are The Cabin Boy
You, me lad, are an activist! You will not only change the world, you will make a dyed-in-the-wool Pirate dream of you in a sheep costume. You are the embodiment of the love that dare not hoist its sail! Ahoy thar! You could make a two-patch Pirate turn his head - but then he would lose sleep over it and what good would that do anyone? An innovator, you are WAY ahead of your time - and everyone else's. You are sensitive and artsy-fartsy. You say things like, "artsy-fartsy" but there is always a slight giggle in your voice when you say it - like Paul Lynde on Hollywood Squares delivering a staggering punch line. Speaking of "punching" the only "punching" you would do is punching up that outfit with some accessories - say, a little bandana and some glass beads. You're not the Pirate we want in a fight, but we want you there for the crying game that follows! You go, girl.
What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Friday, June 06, 2003
yeah, it really smarts. grapefruit seed extract and glycerine were not meant to be in my eye. it's raw and puffy, and I'm stuffed up from the constant tearing.
I need to stop carrying the ear drops around with me.
rosana and I went to the mall today for lingerie and it was so damn fun. forget victoria's secret, man, I am all about marshall's from now on. not that I bought anything today, but next time, that's where I'll go.
I need to work on on the zine I need to work on the zine I NEED to WORK on the ZINE.
but I made two new dolls instead! heh. a night owl doll and a dressed for going to the movies doll. I wish they had pyjamas like mine own. I wish they had one with blue flannel men's pj bottoms and a faded black aerosmith shirt from 1989... or flowery boxers and a holey pink REM shirt from 1987... or a shorty set with little fruity cocktail illustrations all over it...
"Nothing worse could happen to one than to be completely understood." So said pioneer psychologist Carl Jung. If you think what he said is true, you should take action immediately, because you're in imminent danger of being well understood by at least two people. If on the other hand you're confident you can handle the odd sensation of being seen for exactly who you are, do nothing other than what you're already doing.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
You are Lindsay. Navigating your 80's high school
is hard. Never popular, you opt for freakdom
over geekdom. Still, you hope an end is in
sight -- never really comfortable in either
role, you live life to the angstiest and know
that better days will come.
Which full-of-angst female TV teen are you?
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Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Monday, June 02, 2003
liam said something to me about peeing in the water, and we had a weird little conversation, but I thought it was just a spin-off from all the uptight parents who would walk past telling their kids, no, no, that water's not for swimming in, it's SO DIRTY... and one mom did loudly call it "pee pee water" as she dragged her little monsters away. so the next thing I know, liam is perched high upon a rock, peeing like a freaking statue, you know?
other than that he and his brother were pretty civilized and had a nice time. it's lush and gorgeous, but I miss the atlanta zoo, honestly. in spite of the total lack of splashing available there. I miss the gorillas and the ben & jerry's, the playground and the cheap-but-lovely carousel, and being able to walk there and go to the deli afterwards. but the deli is gone for good and it's likely that I could never afford to live in cabbagetown or grant park again anyway, not anytime soon, and I'm just angsty, I want my 1997 back, I want to do a better job of it, enjoy it more. you can keep 1998 and most of 99.
for weeks now I've been working on writing down my 1990s. it's hard. it hurts.
but this little test: they've changed it. it's disturbing. but, I mean, I think it's kind of better. it's nice to be disturbed. and yet my score is pretty much the same.
the graphic isn't working for me, but let it be known, the spark says I'm 53% slut. and they didn't ask the things I would ask... well, not all of them.