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Randomness, happiness, thriftiness and craftiness...all from my crazy corner in Suburbia;)
Sunday, December 18, 2011
2011 Christmas Cards
This year I cut back the number of cards I mailed. I waited a little late to start...they just mailed this past week! To keep them simple, I designed a very clean and uncluttered layout. The base of this card is my beloved Cherry Cobbler. I embossed the Baja Breeze layer with the Northern Flurry folder from SU! It looks so elegant, and took just seconds. A short piece of Cherry Cobbler ribbon wrapped around that layer added just enough decoration.
So, I am back. It feels great! I can't wait to post more! I am working on Teacher Gifts this weekend, so I will get those posted when they are done!
Merry Christmas!!!
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Here's our reasoning behind it -- my car was 12 years old and the radiator had just died (boy did I love that explorer). We didn't want to get a new little car because we were planning on expanding the family shortly and it didn't make sense to buy a small car that would be upgraded in a few short years anyway. Secondly, we couldn't justify spending 35K + on a brand new explorer (tear).... SO that lead us to the minivan.
In fact, when we set out that day, we weren't even planning on buying a car... we were just getting all of our ducks in a row for when my car REALLY died, and the cash for clunker went into effect. The Honda dealership was the last one of the day and we got a great deal! This guy was trying to sell 2 more Odysseys by the end of the month so they could get their quota in for some award for their dealer (... or something). So he was motivated. We told him that if we waited a few weeks, we would get at least $3,500 for my explorer for the cash for clunkers. The salesmen said, "what if I give you $3,500 for your old car?" (sure). They we told him that we typically get a military discount from other dealers. He replied that they don't do military discount there at Honda (what?! That is messed up.... but not part of the story) but he would give us the discount. Then we told him to take off a few thousand more, since they REALLY wanted to sell the car... and he did.
After he "went to the back to talk", in other words... make us sweat a little bit, we got it... and we drove home in our new minivan.
I love it. I really do.
It seats 7, has in-floor storage, the stow-and-go seats in the back so they fold straight down, cup holders galore, dual sliding doors, .... and I could go on.
All I need to do now is figure out when the front and the back of the car are so I don't end up hitting something (side note - almost hit the barrier leaving the airport because I didn't know where the front right corner of the car was... woops).


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Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
pneu "pince monseigneur" (2008)
im not sure what it is with france and 2 man bands but they seem to be everywhere there lately.......these two dudes are from tours and play some nasty complex shit very similar to countrymen 37500 yens.........maybe with a bit of chevreuil mixed in.......as usual with the vast majority of this french shit, its fucking excellent....cop this.
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Labels: france, math rock. 37500 yens.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
brazen "orphaned" cd (2003?)
this was the first proper full length by this swiss band, i put them stylewise alongside bands like lvmen, gnu, doppler, ect. however, this cd and the split with kevlar, are a pretty radical departure from what they where doing before........the unique rhythmic noise slathered hardcore of the first "7 and the "as floods decrease" "10 was replaced by a more melodic, controlled concoction, they retained the moody and explosive character of their earlier releases but twisted it into something much more accessible. although i still love the early work, this cd has grown on me alot.....i dig the musicianship but im still not feelin the vocals......dude was better when he was screaming....anyways brazen dident fall off, they just morphed into something new while retaining the things that made their music unique and great in the first place.
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Labels: 2000s., style change, switzerland. loud. melodic
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
the great unraveling discography
one of the long string of "tonie joy" bands.....began its existence a few months after UOA called it a day in 1995 and lasted until 1997-98. this includes their lp, the "space flight" "7 and the "angel rang virtue" "7 ....this was an extension of what UOA played but with more groove and repetitive riffs and a tad less chaos than their forebearers.........anyways i decided to post this in reminder of the UOA reunion shows happening this month (i learned about them too late in the game for me to actually marshall my resources and get my ass to the east coast for one of em)
heres the sound:
great unraveling
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
dolores "poison apple" "7 (1999)
this band came from the marlyand/virginia area in the late 90s and played some of the ugliest hardcore ive heard in a long time.....mangled, noisy, messy, incredibly ugly.......a bit of a mosh feel at times, somewhat atmospheric and expirimental at others....actually reminds me of the old swiss band mine....for a long time i thought these guys where from europe (germany i thought) and only recently did i find that they where american.......anyways this shit kills, if it was a liquid it would be stored in bottles with EPA warnings on it......
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Labels: 90s, obscure. hardcore., ugly
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
my winter jane "7 (199?)
another of those japanese indie rock/emo bands from the 90s (im guessing that this came out sometime in the mid-late 90s cause it definatly sounds like part of that era) that no one on this side of the pacific knew about......unlike alot of japanese bands the (female) vocals are sung in near perfect english........musically the first two songs are along the lines of braid or goodbye blue monday, melodic, rolling "midwestern" style 90s emo with just a slight edge of messiness and dischordance, the vocals remind me of allison of discount alot too.. the last two songs sound newer and have a slightly more modern, commercial sound.....the recording job is on par with most of the american bands playing this style in the same era......all in all this is a damn good record and y'all should check it out......
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Monday, July 12, 2010
your adversary "3" cd (1999)
this band was from NYC and existed in the late 90s and featured ex members of the yum yum tree and future members of books lie. driving, rockin personal/political hardcore that was just catchy enough to get stuck in my head ("plan for long term growth" especially) male/female vocals interlace on most tracks making this a bit unique as there werent (and still arent) many bands utilizing male/female vocals together at the time (i only remember kill the man who questions and a few other crust and emo bands doing it back then)the only releases i remember that they had were this cd and a "7. anyways have a listen for yourself!
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
mind intrusion mixtape #1
so i thought it would be fun to gather a few obscure tracks from some obscure bands and put em on a mixtape for all you guys/gals. this might turn into a (semi)regular thing depending on the feedback.
9 songs, 7 bands.
land of the wee beasties: "enter the jerk"
cowpers: "dont trust in me"
the greening: (pre reversal of man) "against their will"
held: "overdue"
hybris: "portraits defining"
hybris: "to remember why"
voices forming weapons: "soulchoir"
universal aka the mental toilet: "computer crash"
universal aka the mental toilet: "toilet in my head"
mixtape #1
9 songs, 7 bands.
land of the wee beasties: "enter the jerk"
cowpers: "dont trust in me"
the greening: (pre reversal of man) "against their will"
held: "overdue"
hybris: "portraits defining"
hybris: "to remember why"
voices forming weapons: "soulchoir"
universal aka the mental toilet: "computer crash"
universal aka the mental toilet: "toilet in my head"
mixtape #1
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Labels: mixtape. obscure. hardcore.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
cripple kid / little dipper split (1998-9?)
i believe one of these bands was from ohio and one was from connecticut, though im not sure which is from where.....the came out in the late 90s and is a forgotten gem of 90s pop punk/indie rock. cripple kid starts things off with some huge noise drenched melodies and a soaring skyhigh feel to their fresh pop/rock/punk, if you like the raymond brake, dinosaur jr, christie front drive or treepeople you'll blow wads over this......catchy great, amazing, fantastic, you know the deal............little dipper was somewhat more raw sounding but still melodic and catchy...maybe "4 minute mile" era get up kids with a somewhat rougher recording job? for me cripple kid wins this split but ill let you decide for yourself. anyways
brush off the dust, kick the tires and take 'er out for a spin!
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
faith of blind "peep" (2002?)
the great majority of japanese bands never get any respect. sure, bands like GISM and forward have dedicated cultlike followings here in the US for all the maniacs who love that old buzzsaw "japcore" of the 80s (i personally could never stand that kind of stuff) but on the whole, if you where from japan and your band wasnt thrashy or weird and noisy nobody gave a shit. recently thats changed to a degree with bands like envy and killie garnering some international acclaim, but still shitloads of quality bands play out their lifecycles and breakup without any notice beyond japan's shores...faith of blind is (or was, as i have absolutely no idea if this band is still going) one of those bands. formed in the early 90s and going strong for at least a decade. bits of dinosaur jr, braid and party of helicopters, stir in a little shoegaze, let it congeal and you have the framework for what this band is doing (or did). excellent wall of noise/pop punk/emo that is (was) unique and catchy.
check it out my brothas (and sistahs)
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
groundstate "pinwheel cement driver"
this band was from detroit and existed in the mid 90s. this is the only record of theirs that im aware of. pretty typical moshcore/sXe related stuff that was very common during that era. good nonetheless. some "emo" instrumentals here and there too. members were also in a few other bands (the ska bands skalars and telegraph) this cd is almost impossible to find.
pinwheel cement driver
pinwheel cement driver
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Labels: moshcore. mid 90s. detroit. sXe.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
majhas "stepping into character"
this band hailed from indianapolis and was formed from members of ice nine in the late 90s. they had a cdep on happy couples never last before this which was decent.......this record however, kills that one. chaotic, moody, noisy, messy, its all that and more....kind of like kiss it goodbye but with a more evolved, moody, modernized sound.....im not sure if this band is dead or on a longass hiatus, if the latter is correct than i hope they hit us with a new album soon cause this one was a doozy.
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I stumbled across an interesting article yesterday on cnngo.com where CNNGo readers voted Rendang as the most delicious food in the world.
Rendang is a meat dish originally from West Sumatra. The meat is slowly cooked for hours in a mixture of coconut milk and other spices. You can find it easily across Indonesia (and even in Singapore and Malaysia!), especially when you go to a Rumah Makan Padang (Padang food restaurant).
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This is a guest blog I wrote for "On The Journey" blogspot.
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Recently I had a vision of a ship while contemplating the spiritual process that is in full swing on earth now. I found it intriguing that I was shown a huge ship as a description to what I had been thinking. It became clear when I just allowed the vision to tell me what it wanted me to know.
Unity was already a reality here on earth, not something that will be created. It already is. Then a few days later I was asked to write a guest blog about unity and my thoughts on how I felt it could be anchored here on earth. In a flash, the picture of that huge ship came to mind and I knew that this was what I had been preparing to do.
The ship in my minds eye was a large ship, one likened to the ships of old. Where the ship itself was large bellied with tall masts and many oars for manual rowing. It was a ship that Columbus would feel at home on. I remember thinking that this ship had a large crew and within this crew everyone had their perfect place according to their abilities.
The strong were the rowers when the wind was low. The navigators where the ones who knew the stars and could best plot the course. Then there is the cook, the medical team, the lines men, those that hoist the sails, etc. Everyone had their perfect job which they were good at. This was critical for the voyage to be a successful one and for the ship to reach it's destination.
Planet earth right now is no different. Whether we know it or not, we are all in our perfect place. We are awakening in our own perfect time, in order to keep balance and harmony on this ship as earth heads towards her destination. If we were all to awaken at once, the ship would sink. If half awakened, the ship would flounder and be off balanced. If only a few awakened, we wouldn't go anywhere, just stand still.
Those wide awake are not "better" than those sound asleep. We all chose before birth where our own expertise would best serve the entire ship, to keep it balanced and afloat during our rocky and sometimes daunting voyage. We all chose when we would awaken and we all have our perfect place until we do. We are the crew in perfect harmony, in perfect unity already!
Instead of working to anchor something already real, would it not be better for us to realize and recognize that in perfect unity, we are sailing this ship into port, and the ones who sleep on the journey will be the ones who will awaken in time to best serve our arrival?
They will be the ones who will awaken just in time to see the New World come into view and it will be their job to then unload our ship and begin building the New World. And, I for one am really grateful for that, because after such a long journey, I think I will go for a swim! Unity is now and we are already united!
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My wife and I are having our basement painted. With five kids, the basement is an important place in our home.
Without a second thought, we called the painter who we've used for years. He told my wife that he would send an estimate.
She said, "Why? It doesn't matter. We're hiring you."
Isn't it great when you get to a place where you unconditionally trust someone? We don't have to worry about our painter taking advantage of us. We have no doubt that he'll give us a fair price, show up on time and do a wonderful job.
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More than 10,000 Australian women find the courage to fight breast cancer every year. The Book Project invites real woman to show their support by participating in a photographic program that showcases the very real beauty and courage of the Australian woman.
There are three things we know for sure. One – breast cancer can affect us all. Two – real beauty and courage is on the inside. Three – prevention is better than a cure. The Book Project aims to demonstrate these three points through documentary style photography.
Either staying anonymous or standing loud and proud, show your courage by having your image captured wearing nothing but a pair of black Bonds underwear. Real woman. Real beauty. Real courage.
The first one hundred images will be transformed into one off posters and 100 limited edition hard cover books. The sale of posters and books will go directly to the prevention and cure of breast cancer, while also educating woman on how to prevent breast cancer.
The Book Project is now open for residents of South East Queensland. If you would like to Participate please submit your email. We will endeavor to contact you with further information as soon as possible.
Real woman. Real beauty. Real courage - The Book Project. www.thebookproject.com.au
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Thanks Sam and everyone at Nine Lives.
Real woman. Real beauty. Real courage - The Book Project.
- July 24, 2011 at 3:26 PM
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Thanks Chop!
Real woman. Real beauty. Real courage - The Book Project.
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Teraku wrote:Animals can definitely dream. But I have no idea if they are capable of lucid dreams.
I know my dog dreams.... I see him twitch and bark in his sleep.
But how can he be lucid in a dream, if he is not lucid in reality?
(I love my dog, but he's rather dumb. He lives in a dream all day long, NEVER lucid.)
That's actually how I envision most animals living. They act on their emotions, but they don't know why. They are living an endless dream, and never lucid either awake nor asleep.


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You can look at my curriculum tab at the top of the blog and see that over the last few years we've tried several different approaches to Grammer. It isn't the most exciting subject and so I have swapped things up for the kids a few different times trying to find a program that fits for us. A friend highly recommended Shurley English Homeschooling Curriculum to me last year. I decided to try it with Speedy and I went in a different direction with Apple.
Let me tell you the things I have LOVED about this resource:
1. Lessons are planned for you. No I don't just mean broken down. They. Are. Planned. with a script and everything! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this. It makes it SO easy.
2. It includes songs to help the kids remember. Now granted the songs are a little funny but kids really do learn through songs! We all know this, right?
3. The work for the kids is fairly short. Well at least it was in level 1 but I'm telling you the way this is broken down I don't forsee hours of work in any future lessons.
4. There is some review but I didn't feel like they were beating the kids over the head with the same info. Know what I'm talking about? I have one child that does not do well with being spoon fed the same lesson repeatedly. Shurley English doesn't do that!
5. It is broken down into chapters with 5 lessons each. Don't worry this will work for you if you do 4 days of seat work per week because it is a short number of chapters. In the first level there are only 28.
6. One thing I didn't like was that some of the extra activities were redundant or required extra work on my part but guess what? You DON'T have to do them!
I like this curriculum so much for Speedy that Apple will be doing it in the fall as well. She will jump in at level 5. I think she's going to do just fine with it. She enjoyed the other Grammer program we used this year but it was......a little....less than thrilling.
Now here's the exciting news for you- Educents is offering Shurley English at 20% off! Woohoo for savings!


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If you are looking for the posts about
God's Amazing Blessing
Announcement—I'm moving!
here's the link to the first Part:
Then follow the arrows at the bottom of each post to the next Part.
There are 10 parts in all.
I recommend that you read each part, there are amazing details—
and God took care of each and every one!
This post is the continuation of my Study of Colossians.
For he who deals wrongfully will [reap the fruit of his folly and] be punished for his wrongdoing. And [with God] there is no partiality [no matter what a person's position may be, whether he is the slave or the master]. Colossians 3:25(AMP)
But he that doeth wrong - It is possible for an unfaithful servant to wrong and defraud his master in a great variety of ways without being detected; but let all such remember what is here said: He that doeth wrong shall receive for the wrong which he has done; God sees him, and will punish him for his breach of honesty and trust. Wasting, or not taking proper care of the goods of your master, is such a wrong as God will resent. He that is unfaithful in that which is little, will be unfaithful in much, if he have opportunity; and God alone is the defense against an unfaithful servant.Adam Clarke Commentary
As Christians, there is a higher standard of expectation regarding work ethic. The faithfulness is to God and honoring Him, and that will be reflected in the work done. It's sad that in today's society that many do not know the satisfaction of a job well done. We have come to accept excuses to the lax behavior that we used to call "laziness".
God views each individual not based on status, but rather as a sinner saved by grace. Therefore, no matter the position, each person is to remember the higher standard regarding work ethic. The servant/slave and master are to both put in a full-day's work each to the best of their ability.
Having a higher work ethic and doing the very best, begins with a heart that is permeated with a deep sense of reverence for God. For out of the heart, comes the desire to honor God in all aspects of life.


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"A California man is trying to have his way with McDonald`s and super-size his bank account after filing a $1.5 million lawsuit that claims he was only given one napkin when he ordered a Quarter Pounder Deluxe.
Webster Lucas claims that when he complained to the manager at the McDonald`s in Pacoima, Calif., he was told he had already been given his allotment of napkins."
I admit that one napkin isn`t enough to sop up all the grease that spills over from a Quarter Pounder Deluxe burger, but Lucas` inconvenience isn`t worth a million bucks.
When everything else fails, play the race card. Lucas, who is black, claims that the McDonald`s manager mumbles something about " you people." If the manager did mumble "you people", it wasn`t in reference to Lucas` ethnicity, but to unscrupulous people who try to scam the system.
Lucas had the unmitigated gall to email the general manager to whine about undue mental anguish he was suffering, and he was offered free burgers as compensation.
I`m sure the manager and citizens who are sick and tire of litigious creeps would love to give Lucas a real reason to suffer from undue mental anguish by beating the daylights out of him.
Read more: http://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2014/02/28/Napkingate-Man-sues-McDonalds-for-15M-for-only-giving-him-one-napkin/8121393618422/#ixzz2uixhZ976
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....then toilet train.
But then that would mean that 2 years down the road, I would be doing this all over again.
Of all the parent responsibilities, I think I can truly say that I hate toilet training the worst. I'm not sure, but I think it's the ambiguity of not knowing when it will ever end. Everyone says, well they won't head off to highschool in a diaper....they say that because you can't say that the kid won't head off to kindergarten in a diaper. Because that's my kid. But this is besides the point.
I told myself that I would do this once summer hit and I had a week or two I could devote to it without racing off to appointments or whatever. Well, so far, such a week had not presented itself----in fact, I seemed to have had more appointments the last few weeks than normal.
So finally, yesterday I faced the fact that I was not going to get a week or two without leaving the house, and summer was quickly getting away from me, so I decided I had to do it. I bought a dollar store kitchen timer (which doesn't seem to be working ALL the time) to help in the process. My problem before has been that I start off well first thing in the morning, but then suddenly lunch is there and I haven't taken the kid back to the bathroom. We've been buying pull-ups for a while (part of the self-delusion that I've been working on this) so out they came. Good thing they fit a little two year old bum as well as a six.
And so now it's after lunch, my time. I make the kids lunch, clean up while they eat and then put two down for naps and one down for a 'quiet time'. Then I make my own lunch and sit and do computer stuff while I eat. I need this time. It's my refueling time, in more ways then one.
Today I look back on the mornings attempts. About 5-6 stickers doled out--one for every dry pull-up and another if the deed gets done in the toilet. Both kids went through 2 pull ups. One kid did the deed.
I try to recall the morning I started Honour. I had figured one trip to the bathroom per hour would be sufficient (beginners ignorance). And I immediately pulled out the waffleware. Blunder number 2. She went through all 7 pairs in less then an hour. The rest of her training is a blur in my mind---she might have done it herself for all I know.
I'm trying to keep in mind that as soon as we've conquered this, we'll be saving 80 bucks per month. We need that to go to the furnace we bought and the air conditioner I bet we'll have to add to the package, as our current one appears to have turned into the worlds ugliest lawn ornament. That's all rather annoying too. If I knew the extra money could be going towards, oh, the Ikea pantry unit we've been waiting over a year to buy, that might be a little more motivating.
And frankly, knowing that this won't last forever is just not helping matters. I feel like I'm standing in a desert, staring off over hills and valleys of sand....with no end in sight.
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For a genuine anti-imperialism
PRO-ASSAD leftists, your analysis is wrong.
To support Assad and Russian intervention in Syria is to support a completely brutal counterrevolution. The Syrian uprising, along with the whole Arab Spring, was a revolt against decades of neoliberal suffocation as well as against undemocratic tyrants.
Authoritarianism throughout the Middle East and North Africa has an intimate connection with imperialism and global capitalism. Syrians along with people across many other Arab states rose up for democracy. They had no other choice--economic desperation without any legitimate way to challenge the political establishment forced people's hands. The revolts and the people who participated in them were incredibly brave.
We should support and defend the Arab Spring revolutions against all counterrevolutionaries, including the imperialist states that circled them like vultures from day one, trying to influence their outcomes. This means supporting the Syrian revolution.
To call the Syrian revolutionaries "terrorists" and to say that Assad is "fighting terrorism" is to play directly into the dictator's hands. From the moment he first decided to gun down peaceful demonstrations, Assad's strategy has always been to paint the uprising as "jihadist" and claim to be fighting terrorism. This is the reason Assad actually released hundreds of jihadists from his prisons, many of whom went on to take leadership positions in actual terrorist groups.
It's also worth noting that Assad has non-aggression pacts with these groups, leaving regime, Iranian and Russian firepower focused almost entirely on rebels, rather than on ISIS. These actual terrorist groups are yet another counterrevolutionary force completely opposed to democracy and hell-bent on crushing the Syrian revolution. This is the reason for the slogan "Assad/ISIS are the same--the only difference is the name." Both forces are counterrevolutionaries--terrorists opposed to Syrian self-determination.
Lastly, to claim the Assad regime or its supporters are somehow "anti-imperialist" is just not true. Russian imperialism is a thing. Competition offered by a weaker imperialist state against a stronger one in a third country is not "anti-imperialism."
What Russia is doing in Aleppo--the indiscriminate bombing and destruction--is indistinguishable from what the U.S. has done across the Middle East and North Africa. Russian bombs have the same effect as American bombs, demolishing houses, destroying whole city blocks, killing untold numbers of people. Furthermore, Assad is not only a puppet of Russian imperialism--he has also opportunistically worked with the U.S. in its imperialist goals, jailing and torturing kidnapped Iraqis for the Americans during the invasion, for example.
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Finally, the U.S. under Obama never had the goal of "regime change" in Syria. Originally, they wanted an "orderly transition," removing Assad from power while maintaining his authoritarian, neoliberal state apparatus. Since then, they have caved even on this, and have stopped demands for Assad to step down. The new wave of U.S. imperialism under Trump fully backs him.
Assad is not an anti-imperialist; like all Middle Eastern dictators, he exists only because of imperial support. But this aside, to reduce Syria to "geopolitics" alone--an imperialist proxy war between the U.S. and Russia--is to downplay to hopes and wishes of the Syrian people and the incredible courage it took to rise up against a completely brutal anti-democratic regime.
Don't support Assad. Don't support Russia. Don't support Iran. You can't call yourself an anti-imperialist if you do. Long live the Syrian revolution.
Alex Ferriera, New York City


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The whole theory of this pill is around enlarging the hippocampus, which has shrunk in those who have Depression, Schizophrenia, or Alzheimer's.The Pill That Could Cure Depression by Growing Your Brain (click through to gizmodo). It might also give you a better memory, since the hippocampus does that sort of thing. It's reminiscent of the pill in Limitless (2011).
An action-thriller about a writer who takes an experimental drug that allows him to use 100 percent of his mind. As one man evolves into the perfect version of himself, – imdb
If this technology fails it might give birth to a schizophrenic villain, with super memory, and other enhanced brain powers. If it actually cures the schizophrenia thats not very likely. The research is interesting though. Anyone else falling in line ?


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Cob cottages are the ultimate expression of ecological design. Made of earth, clay, sand, straw and water, they are their surroundings, literally rising up from the earth. These houses are light, energy-efficient and cozy, with curved walls and built-in whimsical touches.
The Hand-Sculpted House is theoretical and philosophical, but intensely practical as well. You will get all the how-to information to undertake an earth and straw building project. As the modern world rediscovers the importance of living in sustainable harmony with the environment, this book is a bible of radical simplicity.
Author: Evans, Smith, Smiley
Pages: 329
Format: Paperback
Weight: 2.01
Item Number: 2409


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A rocket and a sled don't mix
A man in Independence Township, Mich., thought it would be a good idea to strap a home-made rocket to his sled at a sledding party at his house.
But the sled exploded.
The Detroit Free Press has the story.
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February 3, 2010; 11:44 AM ET
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International Conference on Cosmopolitanism in the History of Science
Dates: 09-Aug-2016 to 10-Aug-2016
at Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Shimla, India
Dates: 09-Aug-2016 to 10-Aug-2016
at Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Shimla, India
Concept Note
As the world becomes "global", so too should its history - especially its history of science. Contemporary histories of knowledge have drawn our attention to the importance of multiple sources, communicative networks, and circulation of scientific knowledge in the making. This refocusing has come with a closer sensitivity to the multitudinal genealogies and movements of knowledge. It also presents us with a new set of general questions about doing local and global history of science.
Two years ago, the EHESS, Paris organized a workshop on "Cosmopolitanism in early Modern South Asia". The collection, as published in a special issue of the journal Purushartha, focused on specific case-studies of knowledge circulation and cosmopolitanism in South Asia, recognising the interpenetration of the local and the global. The idea of the workshop could now be pushed further to re-examine some of the concerns of social theory that are linked up with the history of science. This exploratory meeting will explore those re-examinations.
In unpacking "cosmopolitanism" in the history of science, such a re-examination would entail commencing with a categorical distinction between the "trans" -cultural or -national, or whatever meta-narrative one adopts to engage with our historical concerns, and the cosmopolitanism of objects, things, actors, texts etc - that we confront in our investigations; something which perhaps may not be in the reckoning of the historical actors concerned.
Further, it is equally important to understand how the politics of knowledge plays itself out in the contact zones between the little and high traditions. Playing fields are hardly ever level. For example some recent research reflects on itinerants medical practitioners from Korea who travelled to China and became the mediators between several medical traditions, while at the same time raising questions of their high professional status in Korea and a diminished one in China.
Finally, beyond the debate on what cosmopolitanism means or when was cosmopolitanism, the frame of `cosmopolitan science' enables an engagement with the diversity of agents, objects and things constituting more than the material culture of science, transgressing the boundaries of national and civilizational history. In branding or labelling a tradition or school or practice as cosmopolitan the gesture is always towards an essential diversity, of a multitude of genealogies, objects and flows. The politics of cosmopolitan science urges further explorations of authority, privilege and cultural capital to be possessed by the practitioners of a cosmopolitan science.
This exploratory meeting could be reoriented towards a dialogue that will then flag a set of important issues for further research and problematise cosmopolitan science, rather than celebrate 'nous sommes toujours cosmopolite'.
Some of the central questions to be explored at the two days meeting are:
What do we mean by cosmopolitan science?
Does `cosmopolitan' serves as an actor or analytical category across historical time to navigate and negotiate between fundamental differences and diversity of the forms of knowledge and associated practices?
What new interpretative latitude does cosmopolitan science have to offer? cosmopolitanism.
How are strategies for negotiating differences developed, and how are concerns of science, state and identity resolved by the politics of cosmopolitanism.
When precisely does a form of knowledge, a school or practice come to be labelled cosmopolitan?
The objective of this exploratory meeting is to bring together scholars studying narratives of a non-exclusivist history of science. The meeting will examine the issues, problems and materials involved in building a globalized history of science that is both sensitive to the "local" and open to trans-local exchanges, circulation and translation of knowledge. By focusing on the concept of "cosmopolitanism", our aim is to explore new ways of narrating a non-hierarchical world history of science. In order to do so the meeting hopes to discuss the possibility of developing a long term collaborative research network bringing together researchers from diverse disciplinary backgrounds and specialties.
Call for Papers
A limited number of participants will be invited for the Seminar. Those interested in participating should send an abstract (500-700 words) of the proposed paper along with their C.V. to:
Professor Dhruv Raina, Professor of History and Philosophy of Science and Education, Zakir Husain Centre for Educational Studies, School of Social Sciences, Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi 110067. | Honorary Director, Indian Council for Social Science Research. Northern Regional Centre, Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi 110067, Tel: (Univ): 011-2670 4418/2670 4416; +91-9910562068 (Mobile), Email: firstname.lastname@example.com
Dr. Devender Sharma, Academic Resource Officer, Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Rashtrapati Nivas, Shimla- 171005. Tel: 0177-2831385; +91-8988376808 (Mobile) Email : email@example.com
The last date for submission of abstract (500-700 words) is 20 June 2016. The Institute intends to send Invitation letters to selected participants by 30 June, 2016. It is the policy of the Institute to publish the proceedings of the seminars it organizes. Hence, all invited participants will be expected to submit complete papers (6000-10000 words), hitherto unpublished and original, with citations in place, along with a reference section, to the Academic Resource Officer, Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Shimla – 171005 by 25 July, 2016.
The style sheet for the submission of papers may be downloaded from the IIAS website http://www.iias.org/ content/shss. The papers would need to be prepared accordingly.
IIAS, Shimla, will be glad to extend its hospitality during the Seminar period and is willing to reimburse, if required, rail or air travel expenses from the place of current residence in India, or the port of arrival in India, and back.


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Ancestry.com is scheduled to have all 3.8 million census pages online by tomorrow at about 2 p.m. -- "maybe sooner." More places having the images available should mean a wider distribution of server load, which might help alleviate the access problems people have been having just because of the massive reception the census has had!
As well, tomorrow, Ancestry.com will be launching additional tools to help in 1940 census research. Their take on it: "This is HUGE." The whole 1940 census has been huge, from the sheer mass of the number of images to the frenzy for access to the fodder for us bloggers, to the topic having trended strongly on Twitter, to the effect it is having on people's research, advancing knowledge just that much more. It is exciting.
Don't forget that Ancestry.com has demo videos on YouTube. The link takes you to the playlist, where you can choose which one(s) you want to watch.
Indexing progresses, having begun on Monday when the images went live. Stay tuned for news of which states have been indexed as the work continues.


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What we're about is moving beyond education as
the primary form of spiritual formation.
Not surprisingly,some people have pointed questions:
They wonder whether what we're doing is a trendy
reaction against the church that will experience
its own backlash in time, or they want to know
whether what we are doing is viable financially
or in areas of church growth.
My answer? "I don't know, and it really doesn't matter
that much to me."
I am increasingly convinced that what matters in our
efforts is our willingness to experiment and try--
to develop expressions of faith that are fully
our day and time, recognizing that
our efforts will be adapted and changed in years to come.
Our role is to do our part in our day and time. It's
not important to me whether someone s still singing our
songs or using our couches 15 years from now (my hope
is that they will sing their own songs and figure out
their own seating.) It's the spirit of exploring, of
seeking, risking that I hope will inspire future
generations. Our duty to those who follow is to
leave a legacy of faith and not particular
programs. While being led by the broader
community of faith, including those who have come
before us, we need to be people of the future--
people whose ways of spiritual formation and life
with God can flex and grow to meet the needs of our
changing world. This adaptability is taken for
granted in our means of communication, modes of
transportation, medical practices, and even our
wardrobe. How much more important it is in
developing our faith!
An excerpt from Doug Pagitt's Reimaging Spiritual Formation.
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Our friends had told us the grapes were ready to start harvesting. Yes, yes they are!
It wasn't until Thursday I was able to get photos and video uploaded to show the flash flood we had Tuesday while we were out there. The arroyo is dry 99% of the year, but we happened to be there during the 1% it wasn't. Here's the video I shared:
We both came home with mild cold symptoms but Ivan's has grown into a full-blown head cold. That didn't stop him from going to the lot on Friday with Charlie and another guy to weed whack, mow and tame the jungle that was there.
They've also got the curb and gutters in on both sides of the new costanera along the Rio San Antonio:
While Ivan was working over there, I was busy at home with the huge bag of grapes we brought back with us. I made two batches of jelly, one using a package of Sure-Jell I'd brought from the U.S. and the other using the recipe given by several older women here who don't use any pectin at all but simply cook the juice and sugar down until it starts to thicken (which takes a sweet FOREVER, by the way). I didn't bring canning jars with me, thinking I could buy them here. WRONG. So I've been saving jars (from olives, pickles, jam...) and used wax to seal the jelly in -- hope that it works! I'd never made grape jelly before and wasn't sure what to expect. It seems to me that the flavor of the no-pectin jelly is extremely intense, almost medicinal, while the Sure-Jell batch seems rather wimpy compared to it. I think I need to try again, aiming for a middle ground.
But that will have to wait since we're heading for Uruguay and our annual missionary conference! NOT looking forward to the travel part (15 or more hour trip) but I am excited about seeing the other missionaries... and singing in ENGLISH! I'll know all the words! WOOT!
So this weekend has been a busy one preparing for the trip, getting the annual report finished, rounding up all the stuff we need to take, packing...
But I did want to share something else that happened that is WAY cool! Two years ago we had our conference nearby in Bialet Masset and when I was admiring a plant, one of the staff offered me a cutting. And this week it finally BLOOMED!!!
That's all for this week. I doubt I'll be able to post next week since we'll be traveling back from conference, so I'll meet you back here in two weeks for the next installment of Project 365!


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Needless to say.... I am already crying. Here I am not believing at all that this is my last email home.
My mission has been everything to me. I will NEVER regret the eighteen month service I have given to the Lord.Yeah, it's been freaking hard sometimes. There were moments when I felt so alone, there were moments when I wanted to be. There were moments when I wasn't sure that what I was preaching was even true. There were days that I felt like the pillsbury dough boy. There were moments when my companions were pushing for miracles and I would have rather be at home sitting on the beach with a boyfriend and a good book. There were days when it was so cold and rainy that I thought we would freeze in the corner of some sketchy road and our bodies would never be found. There were moments that I was convinced that it is impossible for French people to believe in anything, there were weeks, literally weeks, at the beginning of my mission where we did not teach more than 2 lessons. There were moments when I felt like the people were rejecting me. There were days that I would beat myself up for not being as good as I could be, or not being as good as the other missionaries.But, you know what...I know that all of those things happened, I remember them, but I do not remember how they felt. All of that pain and sadness has been swept away.However,My stomach still flips every time I think about walking off of the plane in Paris and meeting President for the first time. When I think about the first lady, Patricia, who I ever contacted. I can still remember the JOY I felt the day of Joycely's baptism, the spirit I felt at every baptism. I still laugh when I think about all of the members and the crazy adventures we have had with them. I remember clearly the feelings I had each and every time our amis walked into church. I can remember the moments when my companions and I literally could not stop laughing long enough to say a prayer to get out the door. I still feel the moments that the spirit has witnessed to me that Jesus Christ is my SAVIOR and that this is his church. I cherish the moments when my personal testimony has been strengthened in zone conferences and district meetings. I still cry thinking about the moments when our amis have opened up to Christ and let him heal them, or when I have seen in-actives find again their testimony of the gospel as restored by Joseph Smith. I feel what I felt every time our amis have made 180 degree turns in their progression and started to act. I can still feel the joy that has come from every time that I have served someone, even in the littlest way.And this is how I KNOW that Christ is in the work. That this IS Christ's work. He through His infinite mercy and grace has taken away the pain and left me the beautiful. I can only look back on my mission and laugh and cry tears of joy and smile.Where would I be without this mission? Is the the scariest question in the world to me. Yeah, I was a good person before, but I was ignorant to SO MANY THINGS. I can never look at a stranger on the street the same after this, I will never ever look at missionary work the same after this, I will never be scared to open up my mouth again and share who I am.This mission has given me so much, it almost doesn't feel right. I was supposed to be the one who was giving!!! I feel like I am taking away so much more than I am leaving behind. This mission has given me more than testimony of the restored gospel, it has converted me. It has taught me who my Savior is and how to follow in his ways. It has taught me obedience. It has taught me how to do things when I do not want to do them. It has taught me how to take less than I give. It has taught me that the scriptures are true. I read all of those scriptures stories my entire life, but I never thought that anything like that could happen to me. Now I feel like I can relate to Paul and Alma and Ammon because I have been there. It has taught me that love conquers all. It has taught me the need to love and look out for the people who are closest to you. It has taught me that we are literally nothing without God. It has taught me the power of faith. It has taught me the power of prayer. It has taught me the worth of a no-stress attitude. It has taught me the reality of eternal families. More than anything, it has taught me that missionary work, WORKS!I owe so much of my mission to the wonderful people who have been in my sight and sound 24/7 for the past 18 months. Companions have been such a blessing. Each of them have had super powers and touched my life for the better. Soeur Judd taught me how to radiate joy. Soeur Grewar taught me the reality of forgiveness and the power of conversion. Soeur Garrett taught me how to love the people. Soeur Foster taught me how to give it all and them give some more. Soeur Hilton taught me that miracles come when we are happily going about doing good. Soeur Francis taught me how to apply preach my gospel. Soeur Hosking taught how to have faith to see miracles. Soeur Berge taught me how to be bold and laugh every day, and Soeur Mangum continues to teach me how to be diligent and pure-hearted.Thank GOODNESS this is not the end. I am still learning and I will continue to progress when I go home. I will NOT let these be the best 18 months of my life. I KNOW that Heavenly Father has more in store for me. I am so excited to discover it.Ah, my heart is full. I love you all so much. Thank you for your support, and letters, and prayers throughout. I have felt them. I am a better person because of every one of you. Holy smokeeesssss, I am so EXCITED to see y'all. But not until I give everything I've got to this last week of my mission. :)Until I see you, in the real,Soeur Johns
Monday, July 28, 2014
Coming Home
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Okay.. So ive been stalking your blog for a while.. I got my mission call to Paris back in May and your blog has taught me so much!! I've laughed, cried, and have felt so much love for the people of France just by reading this. I can't believe you're already coming home!! I wish I could have served with you, you are an incredible missionary. This has made me so excited to serve and love with all my heart. You've been an inspiration to me!! Thank you for sharing your experiences with everyone. :)ReplyDelete
Agreed with Bentley above! I do not have my call yet, but my papers go in soon! I found your blog and have loved reading your experiences and it has made me so excited to serve myself! Thank you for sharing mission with all of us!ReplyDelete
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Under the paving stones, the beach!
The phrase dates from 1968 student riots in Paris, and the paving stones pulled up and thrown at the police. Once the stones were pulled up, sand was found beneath. One can easily make the metaphor that freedom lurks beneath conformity; you just gotta find it.
Perhaps the Bernie Folks should go ahead and appropriate this one for themselves. The same feeling—almost—is in the air—and it is apt to end the same way.
To put it as gently as possible, elections, at all levels, go to the candidate that knows how to play the game. To put anyone else in office requires more than a ballot box, I'm afraid.
I tried to get the highest res picture of a Ouija Board that I could, for your dining and channeling pleasure. Channel whom, you ask? Good question. At this point, you might be considering Ben Franklin or John Adams or any of those other worthies who set all this in motion, lo these many years ago.
Elections go to the candidate that knows how to play the game.
Nice guess, but, sorry, no cigar. I've got someone else in mind, and, to go along with the title, he's French! Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre. Mad Max! You say you want a revolution, well, Robespierre is just who yer gonna need to pull the revolution off. And, by revolution, I mean a revolution that's gonna make the French Revolution look like a jardin fête that Marie Antoinette threw at Versailles prior to Max and company taking over.
The gentlemen that stage the revolution in this country, circa 1776, were well-versed in the writings of Locke, Hume, and Montesquieu, amongst many others…you know…the Enlightenment.
You, Dear American Revolutionary, circa 2016, should be well-versed in M. Robespierre. Whatever else Robespierre knew, he definitely knew how to take care of entrenched, entitled assholes. He didn't just send them to bed sans dinner. He didn't just send them to bed sans dessert. He sent them to the graveyard sans their fucking head.
To put it bluntly, we have gone past the point in this country where change can be effected at the ballot box. Most legislative bodies in this country are totally in the bag for Big Business. You want the change of which you speak? Welp, Max is your man—and he is anxiously awaiting to get back in the game!
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Apricot stuffed pork filled for two
400g pork fillet
Cut the fillet lengthwise of a deep incision and open the fillet "like a book". Cover the fillet with cling film and pound out or roll it out to about 1cm thick disk. Spread ham slices onto the fillet, sprinkle with spinach, etc. Add apricot cubes. Roll up tightly like a Swiss roll and tie the roast with string. Sprinkle with pepper and paprika powder. Bake in 180C oven for approx. 40min.Serve with salad.
Smoked ham is often very salty, so i did not add salt. i used a lean ham cold smoked ham, abt. 20 kcal slice


text: Christina Rees is Editor-in-Chief at Glasstire. In the past, she served as an editor at both The Met and D Magazine, as a full-time art and music critic at the Dallas Observer during its golden years, and covered art and music for the Village Voice and other publications. A former resident of New York City and London, Rees currently lives in Dallas, where she was the owner and director of Road Agent gallery. Rees was the curator of Fort Worth Contemporary Arts from 2009 to 2013, where her exhibitions included Death of a Propane Salesman: Anxiety and the Texas Artist; Liam Gillick: …and other short films; M: Let's Build a Fort!; Michael Bise: Epilogues; Rufus Corporation: Yuri's Office (with Noah Simblist); and Kevin Todora and Jeff Zilm: Gaffes and Informations. Her recent independent curatorial projects include Modern Ruin and Modern Ruin II: Quick and Dirty (both with Thomas Feulmer). She was a curator for the 2013 Texas Biennial.


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The Art World has lost a priceless jewel; Mœbius aka Jean Henri Gaston Giraud, born 8 May 1938 and sadly passed away today 10 March 2012. A visionary, an artistic genius, one of the founders of 'Métal Hurlant' / 'Heavy Metal' magazine, concept artist, and comic book artist - he created some of the most stunning Sci-Fi and Fantasy art ever created. His wonderful art has inspired generations of artists, myself included.
Below is a biography that aired on the BBC some years ago
In Search of Moebius
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It is in honor of Thursday Word-Whore, Allison, that I dust off the rainbow pimp suit and unicorn walking stick to announce that today is Release Day for:
A Sliver of Shadow
Book 2 in the Abby Sinclair Urban Fantasy Series
Our favorite cast of characters is back, including Phin the pocketbook-sized horny unicorn with a fetish for bacon. Speaking of fetishes, Abby is spending quality time with the hot incubus Brystion (Ion) and the beautifully scarred faerie prince Talivar.
Decisions, decisions.
Of course, this is an Urban Fantasy and not an Erotica tale, so Abby isn't lounging around in bed all day with her sexy sidekicks. There is the matter hell, demons, a pissed off faerie queen, and the closure of the Crossroads. Did I mention some of the OtherFolk are fading away? Yes, Abby has her hands full...
...and if Phin's not careful, someone just might turn him into unicorn bacon.


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The details:
red hair
leather jacket
long red scarf
plaid flannel type shirt
black tank top
brightly painted fingernails
The only thing of that list that we didn't already have was the red hair. Since most of the costume is just regular clothes, Nix wanted to dye her hair to make it really official. She is 13 and not at all fussy when it comes to hair and makeup, so I decided to grant her request. I took to the internet to find out how to very temporarily dye her hair. The short answer is that there isn't one. I got warned off Koolade by a lot of people. We went to Sally and found a product called Jazzing. It seemed to be exactly what we needed. It washes out in 1 or 2 shampoos. The problem is that after letting it set you are suppose to shampoo it. That is shampoo #1, and guess what, it all came out. Supposedly if you have light hair it works much better, but on brown hair it did nothing. I should have known when I got a drop on the carpet and it wiped right up that it wasn't going to work. So, at 9 last night I made a quick trip to the drug store and bought a 28 day dye. It worked great. We are doing all the wrong things (not using the color booster, put it on wet hair, not washing with the dye friendly shampoo...) so it shouldn't last more than a couple of weeks at most...I hope.
Here is a split screen to show you how close we came.
We added a few minor details. Her nails are TARDIS blue, she is wearing the TARDIS necklace her uncle sent, and she has on a wedding ring, because Amy is after all a happily married woman. As she headed off to school today I reminded her not to fall for any guys dressed like the Doctor, but to look for the one dressed like a Roman solider (it's a very sweet story line thing). I also reminded her that Amy is referred to as "the girl who waited", because I'm her mom and it's not often I can sneak in that message in a fun geeky way. Tonight she'll add some hash marks to the back of her hands and arms (also a specific show reference). The school tends to frown on writing on yourself, so she thought it best to hold off on that little detail.
Each year her school picks a special cause and allows kids to come in costume on Halloween if they donate to that cause. This year they picked the Red Cross. It is great when you can do something fun and help others at the same time.


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Today we have an encouraging update on Mrs. A, a client whose story we first told on this blog a couple of months ago.
Mrs. A had worked all of her adult life, and never had to look for a job for more than a couple of weeks. But when her employer Fannie Mae pushed her in to "early retirement" in 2007, Mrs. A watched her severance package and life savings dwindle during the course of a job search that stretched well over a year.
When Mrs. A first came to us, her health insurance had expired, her diabetes medication had run out, and she had $33 to her name.
Since then, Mrs. A came to Bread for the City three more times in the last two months. She received diabetes medication, nutrition counseling and healthy groceries. During one visit, she even met with staff in our legal clinic.
"Without income, I'd fallen behind on my rent, and had received a summons. I needed to know what to do," explains Mrs. A. "The person I met with was very helpful and made me feel a little more stable – and helped me think about how to approach my landlord."
In the meantime, we also referred Mrs. A to a program through which college students helped her buff up her resume. And Mrs. A kept herself busy: she took a class at H&R Block to learn more about tax filing, and she put this new knowledge to work by volunteering to help low income people with their taxes.
It was here that she bonded with a fellow volunteer who works for a subcontracting organization under the National Institute of Health. This new friend knew about a position open at her organization, and said she would recommend Mrs. A.
Weeks went by, and Mrs. A says she didn't expect anything – but then she got a call.
"For a minute I thought I was being punked, because I didn't make the connection."
But it wasn't a joke – and Mrs. A got the job. She starts today!
"It's not permanent. My assignment is undetermined," she says. "But there's the possibility for full-time employment—and I get along well with others."
Mrs. A is hopeful, and very relieved: "As of the first of May I'll begin to pay my rent once more. I'll be solvent again."
In the meantime, she's still insured by the DC Health Care Alliance, and hopes to continue visiting her doctor at Bread for the City.
The fact that Bread for the City was able to see me through…I wish I had the right words that would impress somebody. I can't imagine – even in just these two months, what would have happened to me without medicine? When I came, I'd had three days of medication left, I thought maybe I'll have to go to the emergency room, but that wouldn't have gotten me through continuously. I can't believe it, it felt like I was stuck in a third world country. I really don't know what I would have done if I hadn't found Bread for the City. It's a hard thing for a proud person, which I am, to ask for help. But the outcome was so positive, and I was treated so well, that I want to make sure people know about it.
[***UPDATE***: the Huffington Post picked up on this story, with a piece from the National Women's Law Center about women's stakes in health care reform.]


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1. François Arnaud
Born François Barbeau
5 July 1985 in Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Best facial features: His fierce hazel eyes, his cleft chin, and his nose.
At his most handsome: 2008–present
What to check out: Les grandes chaleurs, The Borgias, and I Killed My Mother.
2. Warren Beatty
Born Henry Warren Beaty
30 March 1937 in Richmond, Virginia, USA
Best facial features: His deep-set blue eyes, his lips, and his nose.
At his most handsome: 1960s and early '90s
What to check out: Splendor in the Grass, Bugsy, and Love Affair.
3. Matt Bomer
Born Matthew Staton Bomer
11 October 1977 in Spring, Texas, USA
Best facial feature: His eyes, his eyes, and his piercing blue eyes.
At his most handsome: 2003–present
What to check out: White Collar and Tru Calling.
4. John Cassavetes
Best facial features: His cleft chin, his nose, and his dark brown eyes that are accentuated by his deep, penetrating gaze.
At his most handsome: 1950s–1960s
What to check out: Crime in the Streets and Rosemary's Baby.
5. Montgomery Clift
Best facial features: His yearning green eyes and his nose.
At his most handsome: 1948–1956
What to check out: Stazione Termini, A Place in the Sun, and The Heiress.
6. Gary Cooper
Best facial features: His hypnotic blue eyes, his nose, his lips, and his eyebrows.
At his most handsome: 1927–1948
What to check out: Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, Wings, Design for Living, basically all of his earlier films.
7. Sid Lucero
Born Timothy Mark Pimentel Eigenmann
12 March 1981 in the Philippines
Best facial features: His mischievous dark brown eyes, his smile, and his eyebrows.
At his most handsome: 2006–present
What to check out: Donsol
8. Guy Madison
Best facial features: His smiling blue eyes, his cleft chin, his nose, and his lips.
At his most handsome: 1944–1969
What to check out: Since You Went Away, Till the End of Time, and Honeymoon.
9. Jordi Mollà
Born Jordi Mollà Perales
1 July 1968 in Barcelona, Spain
Best facial features: His stunning blue eyes and his smile.
At his most handsome: 1994–2010
What to check out: Sound of the Sea and Segunda piel.
10. Tahar Rahim
Born 4 July 1981 in Belfort, France
Best facial features: His eyebrows and his nose.
At his most handsome: 2006–present
What to check out: Black Gold, You Never Left, A Prophet, and Free Men.
11. Ian Somerhalder
Born Ian Joseph Somerhalder
8 December 1978 in Covington, Louisiana, USA
Best facial features: His mesmerizing blue eyes, his lips, his eyebrows, his nose, his high cheekbones... everything about his face is almost perfect.
At his most handsome: 2001–present
What to check out: The Vampire Diaries, How to Make Love to a Woman, Changing Hearts, The Rules of Attraction, Tell Me You Love Me, everything he's in.
12. Fabio Testi
Born 2 August 1941 in Verona, Veneto, Italy
Best facial features: His dark brown eyes, his nose, and his eyebrows.
At his most handsome: 1970s
What to check out: The Most Important Thing: Love, The Garden of the Finzi-Continis, and Blood in the Streets.
13. Rudolph Valentino
Best facial features: His dark brown eyes and his nose.
At his most handsome: 1919–1926
What to check out: Beyond the Rocks and The Sheik.
14. Denzel Washington
Born Denzel Hayes Washington, Jr.
28 December 1954 in Mount Vernon, New York, USA
Best facial features: His lips, his smile, and his dark brown eyes.
At his most handsome: 1984–2010
What to check out: Mississippi Masala, The Pelican Brief, and Training Day.
15. Won Bin
Best facial features: His lips and his smile.
At his most handsome: 1999–2008
What to check out: Gaeul donghwa (Endless Love), Friends, Guns and Talks, and The Brotherhood of War.
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I've been so quiet. I got SUPER busy with orders, which was awesome. It meant I shut down the shop entirely so I could catch up. I'm now essentially caught up and actually developing some new projects including some cute little grab-n-go bags, some loyalty/credit/business card holders and my first pattern! And finally I have a brand new skirt to share with you all very soon. So stay tuned!!
Meanwhile I thought I'd participate in the Sew Mama, Sew meme on sewing machines:
What brand and model do you have? Kenmore model 19153
How long have you had it? um, 5-6 years I think? not the original owner.
How much does that machine cost (approximately)? it was $900, retail.
What types of things do you sew (i.e. quilting, clothing, handbags, home dec projects, etc.)? everything. primarily clothing but I've done it all. did lots of quilts, a few handbags, tons of craft and gifts, a few home dec projects. I've also taught a few kids to sew on this machine and they've used it to make gifts for others.
How much do you sew? How much wear and tear does the machine get? daily. Sometimes hours a day. Sometimes just a minute here and there. LOTS of wear and tear. LOTS.
Do you like/love/hate your machine? Are you ambivalent? Passionate? Does she have a name? I love it mostly because she has been so very reliable to me, although terribly abused and neglected. I think she's getting old and to be honest, my machine before her was an ancient singer so this was like High Tech Luxury by comparison. She deserves a name but I hadn't considered it. Thanks for that! I think I'll call her Audra.
What features does your machine have that work well for you? I like the quick threading, easy drop-in bobbin and easy swap-out feet.
Is there anything that drives you nuts about your machine? The embroidery letters are a nice touch in theory but too small and ugly to really be legible or useful.
Do you have a great story to share about your machine (i.e., Found it under the Christmas tree? Dropped it on the kitchen floor? Sewed your fingernail to your zipper?, Got it from your Great Grandma?, etc.!)? We want to hear it!
A friend of mine who was a professional seamstress had TONS of machines and was purging. and her greedy sister-in-law who she detested wanted this machine, in particular. So, to spite her, she decided to find it a quick home with someone who she knew would appreciate it and she chose me! Even if it was given to me with family drama attached, I have really REALLY appreciated this machine for years and years!
Would you recommend the machine to others? Why? Well they don't make it anymore and for the cost of buying it used you could probably buy a newer, more technological machine retail. I would recommend Kenmore/Janome in general because this machine has been a workhorse!!
What factors do you think are important to consider when looking for a new machine? Ease of use, how much use they can handle, availability of service and parts locally for sure!! Plus if you have lots of feet for an old machine, it might be beneficial to buy a machine that can use those feet.
Do you have a dream machine? Actually it would make me crazy to shop around for a dream machine knowing I'll NEVER be able to afford it. But I have picked out this economical replacement for when Audra hits the hey: Brother SE350 Computerized Embroidery-and-Sewing Machine
By the way, all sewing machine, fabric and notion donations WELCOME :) ha.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I'm still out here! And a meme
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Intense, edgy, disturbing – just a few words that describe THE CHILDREN AND THE WOLVES by Adam Rapp. The reader is slapped in the face with the gritty story on the first page.
Bounce, an extremely intelligent and wealthy girl meets Wiggins and Orange in detention. Bounce immediately sees them for what they are – weaklings and declares herself boss. She is disrespectful to all adults and authority figures and left alone for weeks at a time to do what she wants.
The story is told in alternating points of view allowing the reader to see inside the minds of each of the characters. All three of these eighth graders have problems. Orange lives at home with his disabled father. His mother left without explanation and he doesn't seem to care.
Wiggins lives alone with his mother, a nurse with a fixation on Craig Ferguson. His father was a Ranger in the war in Iraq. When he finally came home, he didn't stay. He distrusts several things – including refrigerators.
When a local poet visits Bounce's Honors English Class, he makes comments that angers her. She immediately develops a plan to deal with him and enlists the help of her two lackeys. The first stage of her plan involves kidnapping a little girl. Wiggins is the one in charge of keeping her fed and she stays in Orange's basement because no one will find her there since Orange's father can't walk.
Wiggins calls her Frog and is the only one to develop any type of relationship with her. The only thing Frog has to do all day is play a video game called "The Children and the Wolves." As Bounce's plan progresses, changes, and intensifies, Frog gets better and better at the game.
After a particularly violent incident, Wiggins begins to have second thoughts about the path he is traveling with Bounce and Orange. Is he strong enough to break away from the abusive friendship? Will he be able to save Frog?
THE CHILDREN AND THE WOLVES is engrossing. It is a very short 151 pages and really pulls the reader in. The fact that Bounce, Orange, and Wiggins are 13-years-old is frightening. Bounce especially is scary and most likely a sociopath. She definitely has a lack of conscience and manipulates others. Orange just wants her attention and approval and poor Wiggins, I think, just wants somewhere to belong. This one will really stick with you.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
THE CHILDREN AND THE WOLVES by Adam Rapp-REVIEW
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Just ran across these fabulous leather accessories by Tracey Tanner, thanks to one of my favorite wedding blogs (I still read just a few, okay?), East Side Bride. Tracey Tanner's leather wristbands, in particular, are totally badass and would make great gifts. A few of my faves, which would also make great gifts FOR ME, should you happen to be in the market for same:
Sparkle triple-wrap band, $45.
Space stud band, $35.
Mono square double-wrap band, $45.
Bar wristband, $35. You can get up to five rows of studs!
Scale wristband, $85.
Fin wristband, $45.
There are also small, medium, and large bags, wallets, pouches, etc.
Go get 'em!
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Gift Alert: Tracey Tanner
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Sorry for the light blogging lately. May is usually a travel month for me it seems. I've spent the last two weekends in the South, and I'm remembering more than ever what I love about the part of the country I call home.
Last night, my oldest daughter and I sat in the heavy cool Southern air at the Time Warner Pavilion in Raleigh and listened to James Taylor take us back. The last time we sat together at a JT concert would have been around 1996 at Wolftrap. It was her and her sister's first concert. She was all of about seven, and her sister all of four, but they loved James as much as we did, and there could be no leaving them with a sitter. In 2003, we heard him in Charlotte, but they sat in the seats with their aunt and uncle while we sat in the lawn with the folks who were more interested in partying than listening. Never again, that.
So last November, I took the younger sister to see JT in Colorado. The older of the two finished her first year of college weeks ago, but hung out here in NC waiting so that we could see JT. This morning, we leave to drive back to Colorado for the summer.
Last night, though, was magical. As I said, last time we sat together for JT in concert, she could still sit comfortably on my shoulders. When she was still crawling, I would carry her around the room, dancing gently, and singing with JT, mostly Never Die Young and That's Why I'm Here. Last night, as she occasionally rested her head on my shoulder, we were both traveling back to that gentle time, that time when a family was just beginning. It was, in every respect, a magical night.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
On the Road Again
Sorry for the light blogging lately. May is usually a travel month for me it seems. I've spent the last two weekends in the South, and I'm remembering more than ever what I love about the part of the country I call home.
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Change is constant. And far too much avoidable human misery stems from an unhealthy reluctance to acknowledge that fact and work toward shaping ourselves to the world as we find it each day rather than struggling to keep it within the boundaries we set for it. If there is any supremacy in 'native' cultures, I believe it rests in the extension of that necessity in each day's physical life to a spiritual dimension as well. We tend too much to revere the static. The same misbegotten motivation that allows us to think we can arrest the shifting shape of North Carolina's Outer Banks drives us to stunt our own growth and sometimes even that of those we love. Every season has its beauty, including those of our soul.
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Impotence of Proofreading
Hat tip to Buck for this one, an English professor's dream. Funniest thing I've seen since the paper I graded whose first sentence read, "The subject of my S.A. is . . . " Enjoy.
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Friday, May 9, 2008
The horse, the cart, the good man
If you had asked me, I'd have told you that getting together with an old friend was always a good excuse to break out the good Scotch and good cigars--Laphroaig in his glass, Johnny Walker Black in mine, and a Fuente Hemingway Short Story for each of us.
What I realize now, after two and a half hours on my porch in the setting sun, is that, really, the Scotch or Bourbon or cigars are really just an excuse to spend time in the company of a good friend and a good man.
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Adventures in (not) Shoplifting
I have much to do today. I took a day of leave from the office to get it done. But I have to tell this story.
About an hour ago, I decided to make a quick run to the store for lunch. I figured I'd grab some sushi from the deli and knock out a little grocery shopping. This is not a leisurely exercise mind you. I have a list. I'm on a mission. Typical guy shopping. Get in. Get out. Get it done.
Checking the pantry beforehand to finalize my list I see a bottle of wine I've been meaning to return and exchange. Nothing expensive. I used to buy wine by the case when I had someone to enjoy it with every afternoon. Now it's more haphazard. And typically, a bottle will go bad before I finish it, suction corks and inert gassing notwithstanding. A few weeks ago, I picked up a couple bottles of shamefully inexpensive wine on the recommendation of the shop owner. He'd been dead right on the better bottles I'd purchased over time, so when he said this little $4 cab was worth a try, I figured what the heck. A cup of coffee costs more at Starbucks.
But when I went to pull a bottle back out of the rack at home, my hand came up all wet from the wine leaking around the foil. Figuring that bottle had a better than average chance of being corked, I set it up in the pantry to prevent it leaking onto the carpet if I left it in the rack, and I made a mental note to exchange it.
Fast forward a couple weeks to an hour or so ago. The wine shop is next door to the grocery store. I'm not going to mention any names here because I like these people, or I did. Still like the husband. Probably keep shopping there just out of sympathy for him. Keep reading, you'll understand why.
Anyway, I park right in front of the door of the wine shop. I take my bottle of wine and step inside. Not a soul in sight. "Hello." Wait. "Anybody home." Wait. Nothing. "I'll come back." I turn around and head right back out the door, open the driver's side door to the Jeep, lay the bottle on the driver's seat so I don't forget to go back in and try again, close the door and walk away to the grocery store. Mind you, I never stepped more than four paces inside the door of the wine shop. I was, presciently, a little worried about going deeper into the store without someone to witness that I was bringing the bottle in the door with me.
So, I press on to King Sooper, whiz through my grocery shopping, and am back at my Jeep in probably 15 minutes or so. Waiting for me are a man and a woman. As I'm putting my groceries in the passenger side, the woman begins to speak.
"Sir, we just want you to know that we've written down your license number and the police are on the way." Oddly enough, this isn't said in an exactly friendly tone.
I knew immediately what was going on. I think I must have foreseen it when I stepped in the door to start with and no one was there and I knew better than to go further.
"Well good," I said, really not unkindly or argumentatively. It helps to know that you're in the right. I wasn't really worried about how it was all going to turn out. I was mostly concerned about getting things straightened out and getting back here to get to work. (This blog entry is therapy--a winding down.) "When they get here, we can all look at your security tapes together. You do have a security camera don't you?"
"Yes. We know we're missing a bottle."
Without commenting on whatever problems they were having accurately tracking their inventory, I went back to the camera. "Have you looked at your tapes? If you'll look at your tape, you'll see that I came in the door with that bottle of wine to exchange it. It's leaking. I expect it's probably corked." As I say this, I'm walking around the Jeep, getting the wine out of the front seat, and walking into the store. "If you'd simply waited inside, you'd have seen me come back, get the bottle out again, and walk into the store."
Inside the store, the woman alternates between ignoring me in favor of the one other customer they have and continuing to cast accusations my way.
"Well what did you run away so fast for?"
?? "I didn't run away. I put the bottle on the front seat of my Jeep so I wouldn't leave without remembering to try again, and I walked to King Sooper to do my grocery shopping. I didn't run anywhere, and I wasn't even going to drive away without coming in the store again."
"We're missing a bottle," she repeated.
"I can't help that. I paid for this one weeks ago. I brought it back to exchange because it's leaking. Here," I said, taking a business card from my wallet, "I'll go you one better than a license tag, here's my business card. Look at your tapes!"
The husband meanwhile, who has driven in from home, has verified that the bottle is, in fact, leaking and possibly corked. To him, the truth of the situation is fairly obvious. Who's going to enter a store, make a circuit of the place and abscond with a $4 bottle of wine, drop it in their vehicle parked by the front door, then walk away, shop for a while and return. He says as much. Adding that it makes sense to him. If I were going to steal something, I'd certainly have chosen something worthwhile. But the woman, meanwhile, is having none of it. I've been tried and convicted in her book, and if I'm not guilty of stealing the wine, then, I'm by God guilty of making her think I did.
"Why didn't you just wait?" she asked.
"Because I have things to do, and it was no trouble to go on and do my grocery shopping and return since you were obviously busy in the back somewhere. I called out twice. For that matter, why didn't you, just wait? If you'd waited inside the store for about half a minute, you'd have seen me return, retrieve the bottle and come in to try again. Or better yet," and this was truly the snippiest thing I said during the entire conversation, "if you'd been up here doing your job, none of this would have happened."
"I was using the bathroom."
"I understand. People have needs. But if you came out in time to see me put the bottle in the Jeep, then why didn't you come out the door and shout at me then?"
"You're much taller than I am. I came in and called him."
I kid you not. I was dumbstruck. A thousand witty things come to mind now, and even non-witty, frank questions, like, "Do I look like I go around beating up shop owners?" (I'm wearing jeans, suede Timberline loafers, and a white golf shirt today.) Or, "I'm taller than him too you know." I stood there. Speechless.
"Will you please look at the tapes? Are the police coming or not?" I'm hoping they are. I want to be there when she looks at the tapes and sees that I never got far enough in the door to take anything.
"No. I didn't call them. I didn't want to ruin anyone's day."
"Well this has clearly ruined yours."
"I'm fine."
"You don't seem fine. And the boss had to come in."
"For your information, this is my husband, not my boss."
"Clearly," on the inside. "Sorry," out loud, looking at her, but really meaning it for him.
At this point, the husband is apologizing as much as he dares. You can almost see the mental calculations going on. Piss off a customer vs piss off the wife. I'd have kissed the customer goodbye too. And I wasn't even pissed off. Anger germinates in fear, and I never really had anything to be afraid of here. Loss of time, maybe, waiting for the police to review the security tapes, but the truth of what was going on was too intuitively obvious to the husband to require that.
"I'm really sorry," he said at one point. "Before we put up the cameras, we were losing a lot of inventory."
"I understand," I said. "Believe me. I grew up in a grocery store in North Carolina. I completely understand." I was trying, really trying, to find some common ground here.
The rest of the conversation gets somewhat fuzzy. I can't remember exactly what it was she was saying that kept making it clear she just wanted me to leave and she didn't care if I ever came back. I kept trying to find some middle ground where we could all be friends again, but apparently, if shoplifting is a misdemeanor, not shoplifting but looking like you might have--even though you tried studiously to avoid that appearance--is an unforgivable felony.
Still, I'd rather be the guy wrongly accused than the guy who wouldn't hold the cross while she nailed me up. Even after all was said and done, it was clear she was still convinced she'd caught me red-handed trying to make off with a bottle of wine worth considerably less than a gallon of gas. Worst of all, now the husband was my accomplice. All her left over anger had to go somewhere. I should pick up a good Scotch later today (from somewhere else) and drop it off for him in a gift bag. I think he's gonna need it.
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The Paul Allen Center for Integrated Systems (CIS) was built in 1985. It provides an academic environment for advanced research on new devices and processing steps. CIS was funded by twenty founding industrial companies, which are still strongly active in supporting academic research at Stanford. Several companies started at CIS; among them were MIPS and Yahoo.
CIS contains the largest academic clean room in the Bay area. Almost from the start of CIS, it has also housed the Stanford Art Spaces exhibits. Together, they provide a striking juxtaposition of art and technology.
Through the windows you can see a clean room for nano-processing.
Every 8 seconds, the entire air volume of this room is circulated out to large air ducts, like the meter-wide duct just behind the glass. From there the air flows up to the third floor, down through filters on the second floor, and then back into the clean room through the ceiling. People inside the room wear "bunny suits" to minimize the release of human particles into the air. The result is that each cubic foot of air has fewer than 100 particles of size 500 nanometers, much cleaner than the air in a hospital operating room.
The 10,500 square feet clean room is vibration-isolated from the rest of the building. Support equipment, such as chilled water, vacuum pumps, air compressors, and acid waste neutralizers, are located in the basement. Corrosive and toxic gases are in a monitored gas area. Liquid gas storage tanks, emergency power generators, and a de-ionized water plant are outdoors. For more information, see SNF and CIS.
Nano-fabrication uses a sequence of processing steps to build devices on a wafer.
Patterning controls the shapes generated by the other processes. Patterning operations are done in the E-Beam, Mask Making, and Lithography sections of the clean room as shown on the floor plan.
The combination of one pattern with several processes creates a layer.
Although the wafer is 4 inches in diameter, the patterns are typically about 1/2 inch in size, with the same pattern repeated perhaps 100 times to represent 100 identical chips on the same wafer.
Each chip may contain millions of devices.


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My dad is seriously the coolest. He is one of the strongest men I know. But his heart is sooooooo big, he has so much love for his family. I have quite a bit of respect for him and his hard working ethic too. My father has his own drywall company that he started from the bottom up. I would love to someday do that with my own business! We have a lot in common too. My father is soooooooo stubborn about most things and usually refuses to go to the doctor even if he is sick. I am a terribly stubborn person myself, just ask my husband lol. Just one of the many traits I picked up from my dad!
I have picked up a lot of his crazy notions throughout my life. :) He has always been a great teacher. The things he teaches me are different then the things my mother has taught me too. They are valuable in their own ways. :) My father has taught me how to ride a bike, how to fish, how to ride motorcycles and fourwheelers, how to spot nails, how to paint walls, how to drive a car, how to be a strong person, how to have a hard work ethic and how to stand up for what I believe in. I have always been a tomboy and a Daddy's Girl at heart! Love you Dad!
He definitely is one of the best grandfathers too! Alan and Anna just adore him! They are lucky to have him too! He loves them so much! :) Alan and Grandpa Kevin love to work on the dirt bikes together, or unload his work truck, or water the yard... pretty much anything "boys" like to do. He loves to go over to Grandpa's house and "go to Grandpa's garage or go outside" lol. Love it! Anna and Grandpa enjoy snuggling while watching sports or playing on the floor. Grandpa Kevin would also probably walk around the world with Anna holding onto his fingers, if she so desired him to. :) He loves helping her achieve her milestones!
Unfortunately, Alan was horribly sick this morning. We were not able to go tp celebrate with Grandpa Kevin. We do have plans to do something with him and the family tomorrow night. Happy birthday Grandpa Kevin! You are the best! We love you very, very much! Hope you birthday was as amazing as you are!


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Yesterday I ordered our new double stroller and as it happens I could collect it in store the same day. Bonus. Only problem is, none of the stores near us would be able to have it ready for collection. The only 'nearby' available store was a quite a drive, to where we used to live. 'Sod it', needs must and all that. I worked the timings out perfectly, naps on the way *praying no toddler travel sickness. We had planned to eat at my in-laws that evening, again, timing it all perfectly. Even a visit to the supermarket on the way. The supermarket visit, slight disaster, hilarious according to others. I'll save that for another day, I'm still recovering.
The drive there went swimmingly. I felt smug. No crying children, no sick, no continuous stops to hold the baby only to realise she doesn't want to be held! Arrive at the store, with my order number and a smile from ear to ear. Things like this make me really excited. I know I'm not the only parent that gets excited about a new purchase such as a stroller, also a dishwasher now. High five to that! So, I'm at the counter and they have no order number for the stroller. I thought 'bloody typical, it always goes wrong if I've had a hand in it'. Toddler is now running riot around Argos. While I'm mid-speech with the shop-assistant I have to occasionally shout 'don't touch that, come here please, I have biscuits!'. At one point I forgot to tone down my voice when I carried on the conversation and continued to shout at the shop-assistant, a piece of me died inside. Then guess what? I was in the wrong store. Now that was funny, that was just bloody hilarious. I'm hysterically laughing in my head. So I've just suffered through the traffic, battled with my old buggy, to walk the 10 steps into the shop while the toddler is taking advantage of every unmanned toy. And I needn't have bothered. Because it was the wrong shitting shop anyway.
I take ownership of this. Unfortunately I have no-one to blame here, but myself. I forgot this city were lucky enough to have two Argos stores and I chose to drive to the furthest one away. On the other side of the city, through the worst part of traffic. When I remember my journey in, I actually drive past the correct Argos. Right past it.
Hanging my head in shame *embarrassment, I leave and head to the in-laws 'we can pick it up on the way home' everyone says. If I'm honest I'm only really annoyed because I wanted to play with the new stroller *sulks.
It's time to leave to pick up the stroller, we avoid all traffic and head to the correct Argos. Mr Firstooth appears with the big box and I'm excited to test it, because surely one child will refuse to sleep tonight. As we leave Argos and start our lengthy journey home. I have that smug feeling again. Baby is sleeping and toddler is singing with me to music. Someone slap me when I feel smug, it ruins everything. I'm driving away, the toddler and I are singing, he's demonstrating his best car seat dance moves. Impressive. (Just going to point out Mr Firstooth is driving separately as he met us after he had finished work, luckily) Toddler decides he's bored of being in the car and starts the whinge and arch his back. Does he feel sick? Do I pull over? We're so close, but so far. Shit, what do I do? Carry on. He whinges intermittently between his dancing and singing. Until we get about fifteen minutes from home. Full blown freak out alert. I'm refusing to stop because we're so close. Baby is awake. Baby is now crying. I turn the music up to calm them down *(drown out the noise). Now all of a sudden, at every. Single. Turning. A car will hastily pull out on me like they're about to race off from a subsequent Police chase. But no, pulls out like their life depends on it, then continues to drive 25mph. I'm not exaggerating. Why now? Why me? Screaming in my head along with hysterical laughter. Car then turns off and frees me. Until at the next turning another car did the exact same. You just couldn't make this stuff up. I'm stuck behind a mock of the phrase 'Sunday driver' while both children are screaming and crying to a pitch close to ear-drum bursting.
We finally arrive home and I rush around getting all children out and calming them with lots of cuddles and knee-bouncing. I realise I'm desperate for the loo now. Kids are hastily handed over to Mr Firstooth while I rush inside. Only to find a huge pile of cat sick sitting there. Cake is now officially iced. I just want to say, our cat, in the 3 years she's resided with us, has never been sick. Holds head in hands.
The rest of the evening (after children both went to sleep like angels) needless to say, was spent cleaning the cat sick and playing with our new stroller. All worth it. I even did a test run with teddies.