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September 21, 2008~ 1:45am




That gal above could very well be me right now. After 11 days of almost all my spare time consumed by finding and re-uploading images to this blog and other sites, I have it narrowed down to the last image I cannot find anywhere. (I am compulsive once I start something- right down to the last frog hair.) I think it was in an email that is now gone, so I may just delete the little entry altogether, but it was one of those funny little things that never fail to tickle when I read it, so I hate to give up, though I think I'll have to. Other than that, it's only my sound files that need fixed, and that can wait. I think someone listens about once a month, so it's a small loss. LOL.

(I posted the above at 1:45 am, and at just that point, the image host went down again. Unbelievable timing. So this is going up without the pictures. Oh, lord. It never ends.)




September 21, 2008~ 12:15pm
I'm so sick of hearing about Sarah Palin, aren't you? What's the deal with that lady? She's pretty, but she's loud -- and irritating, certainly -- and I mean, who in their right mind would ever take her for being remotely qualified for anything other than news fodder? I think it must be the oddness of having a female make a run for that high of an office-- who isn't also a dog to look at-- or over the age of 60. Palin is some weird creature that she created....

and then we created.



More than anything else, I think the lady's a media creation-- some anomalous weirdling. Sarah's a 'ring card girl'...



brought in to distract the rabble- raise the energy. Yes, that's precisely it: Palin is McCain's ring card girl- and that old fart will ride the crest of the waves she's creating for as long as it takes to get a few points in the polls right now- but the war-relic and his vixen will not be able to distract well enough with their 'dog and pony show' to convince voters by November that a Republican vote at this point is anything other than more of the same- and by God, it's damn near killed us.

Sometimes......well, the world just has to make better sense. There's only so much veniality we can muster for catastrophic offenses before the whole house of cards comes crashing down....I feel it. Don't you?

And a good ground swell is a glorious thing.




September 21, 2008~ 1:00pm
This Friday evening, I babysat Bill and Kay- and this has been a milestone couple of weeks for both of them: Bill started kindergarten, and Kay began nursery school, and Kay is blooming under the influence of expanded horizons. She glows. Her speech is clearer-- and her melodramatic delivery of each and every experience makes me laugh. She also gets the concept of "sharing"- which is something I think pre-school teachers tend to hammer home with very soft hammers, but it's a consistent lesson in those early first steps of socialization, and she's loving it and doing well. Kay is a born social butterfly.

On the other hand, Bill worries-- and his worries have expanded, so the "all day, FIVE DAYS A WEEK" is a new and scary reality to him. The result is that a little guy who was already a 'fretter'- has gone on to become more balled up in 'what if's' and fears he can conceptualize like monsters with red eyes glowing and various night terrors, and it all stems from separation anxiety.

So my daughter makes drawings on his lunch napkins of Star War characters with little messages to let him know she's thinking about him-- giving him a lunchtime boost. And I found out on Friday that she's also done some pretty creative things to help him banish his boogie men at nighttime.

Bill asked me if I would help him spray his magic potion before he went to bed. I said sure.....

and was treated to a ritual of Bill making a circuit of the house with a spray bottle of "magic WATER", dousing every dark nook and cranny- the porch, the bedrooms, opening up the cellar door and spraying down there- all the while with little Kay in tow as he said the magic word, "Begone!" (Kay worships her brother, so she was the very picture of seriousness and belief.)

Then at bedtime itself- on Bill's nightstand sat a small box of unfinished wood. There was a light switch glued to the front. "What's that, Bill?"

"Mommy made it. It's to turn off my thoughts." LOL!!



When he opened the latch on the box, I saw snippets of representative things in there, and whether they were symbols of what frightens him or protective charms, I couldn't say- but all of this seemed to work, so after asking if I'd be checking on him as he slept and my assuring him I definitely would, Bill was sound asleep in five minutes.

I think my daughter was a shaman in a past life...and man...... I gotta get myself one of those boxes.




September 24, 2008~ 7:15pm
Did you even wonder what sort of a name you'd be stuck dragging along in life if a MORON named you? Well, wonder no longer!

SIMPLY CLICK ON THE SARAH PALIN "VAGUE" cover to find out how YOU TOO could be saddled with a dumbshit tag like Track, Trig, Bristol, Willow, or Piper.



(Has anyone found the string in her back yet? I swear to God she repeats her carefully rehearsed lines just like a Chatty Kathy doll...only more shrill. With claws. Kind of like if Chatty had been created while on the set of 'Fargo'-- then somehow got her voice mixed in with the screech of two alleycats mating. What a completely annoying woman....sheesh!)




September 25, 2008~ 8:15am
The latest Blue House is now online, racing ahead of October like a child who just can't wait to play in the leaves!

I've you'd like to take a gander, just click below



Happy reading! (Oh...and if there are any poets out there who'd like to submit for the upcoming December issue, please do.) I love a full house.





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