Last night was card-playing night with housemate Albert and Krissy's niece Kasie who was staying overnight to get a headstart on driving with Krissy to a family party from which I am immune, as we have four dogs who can't be left untended for a twelve hour day if we hope to have a house here when we get back. Thank the gods for dogs, because my family party experiences did not prepare me for this kind of thing. In my family we believed in the adults getting somewhat plastered and then my mom agreeing to let my uncle pull me behind his car on a sled tied with rope (I kid you not). Because I think my mom wasn't really enthused about parenthood.
Anyway, if I had video of this card game it would be a YouTube sensation, consisting of the thirteen year old girl constantly asking about cards sitting face up on the table "wait, what's that being played on?" alternated with whining "that's not fair!" when she wasn't doing well and then backpedaling with an oh-so-clever "just kidding" because otherwise she knew that flames would actually burst from my forehead and sear off her hair and she wants to look good in the holiday pictures. And then our charming dog becoming possessed by dog demons and insisting on sitting in the center of the table - not a small dog, mind you, a Vizsla-sized dog, and refusing to be removed so that I had to pull her off against all her efforts to brace her feet and cause herself to magically weigh 1200lbs. Albert drank more and more scotch and I don't think he could even remember what game we were playing but in the end somehow won anyway because the universe is just not fair and that's the way it is, so get over it, Kasie. Oh, and who was the bigtime bottom of the heap loser? Oh, yes, that would be me.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
So I had a five minute conversation with Little Bit's teacher and the program coordinator at her school. And in that short amount of time I managed to ruin everyone's day and cause her teacher to well up with tears. It's a magic trick I perform. The thing is, my inner editor is on time delay. You know how people say "I wish I'd thought to say that at the time..."? They don't mean it. They don't know what they're asking for.
So this program coordinator says about Little Bit, who by the way has autism, "She tantrums and has behavior problems and we think it's about food because she demands orange juice and popcorn and screams and cries and then when we give it to her she stops."
And before my editor kicks in and before I can find an ax to chop my own head off, my mouth goes ahead and says "So she's training you then?"
And the only good thing that happened was that the program coordinator person finally thankfully stopped talking and turned all red. But her teacher, who I really like, looked stricken and sad and watery and then we left, because after all, my job there was done.
Later I poked kittens with sticks and teased homeless people by holding food just out of reach.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I am obviously very undisciplined about keeping up with more than one blog. I do pretty well with blogging on Gaia and I think what keeps me going is the sense of community and the running commentaries, whereas here I tend to feel that I'm talking to myself which I do more than often enough in my car. But a community with a specific intention is a little different - it's like thinking that because I talk with people at the yoga studio I don't need to speak at any other time during the day. Which maybe would benefit the world, come to think of it, but I'm not going there.
I've also tried to limit the time that I am glued to a keyboard or video game in favor of, say, doing an art project or maybe sweeping the floor or taking off my pyjamas before I forget how to do those things altogether. But that's not the point. Assuming I have a point, I think it would be that this is exactly the place for talking to myself and I'm falling down on the job. And that if I were more diligent it might cut down on the number of times I have to start pretending I'm on my phone because someone is watching me babble on and on in my car all by myself.
So I'm committing to posting a couple of times a week at least, say about as often as I sweep the floor or take off my pyjamas. Kidding about the pyjamas...
Now I have to get on to the art project. I was the one who initiated this postcard/art card circle where we all exchange handmade cards once a month and of course, I'm the one who's going to be late late late this month - although I haven't received anyone else's cards yet, so I'm assuming in good company. I'm posting a shot of one of last month's cards. I'd post the current month's, but, oh yeah, I'm a slacker and they aren't ready yet.
At this rate I think we'll have thanksgiving dinner on Valentine's Day...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Lyra, our extremely adorable puppy, has now become even more adorable by insisting on dragging a blankie around the house with her. She prefers this one green rug or a striped towel that we let her have in her crate. And she walks around the house with it hanging out of mouth and trailing along under her feet. Krissy says that her real name is Linus Lyra Woodsy, but the Linus is silent.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Ok, this was just on the local news. Some dude got out of jail and immediately tried to break into a cabin. By going down the chimney. He got stuck. It happens that last year this cabin was used as "santa's headquarters". But wait, it just gets better. When they pulled him out, his clothes came off.
god I love living here.
god I love living here.