The Question: "Why are you being so naughty today George?"
The Answer: "I am not George."
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The Question: "Why are you being so naughty today George?"
The Answer: "I am not George."
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Yesterday, I went to meet my new colorectal surgeon yesterday (who will do the reversal of the ileostomy). Nice guy. I hope he's a good surgeon!
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Cole likes to sit on the strawberry booster chair. I like him to sit on it because then he doesn't stand in his chair during the entire meal. Cole likes to tower over everyone at the table or maybe he just wants to be at the same level as Daddy
Posted at 09:28 PM in Family | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)
Today Cole announced to all of Long's Drugs Prescription Center workers and their long line of customers that he loved boobies. "Dere's one right dere!" As all of the people in line turned their heads to see the "boobies," I was the only one who turned to US on the magazine stand... the 3 year old booby-lover is not my child. He was pointing to a kitten on a large cardboard cut out. An elderly man with thick glasses squinted to get a better look. "Meow."
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Today was a pretty sad day. I've been trying to get my resume together and apply for some special events/development jobs in the non-profit sector, but the thought of a 9 to 5 day without being able to pick up my boys or spend time with Adeline sounds HORRIBLE. I will also have no time to write. Part-time jobs with benefits seem impossible to find.
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A cop gave me a ticket this morning. I had just come from having some stitches removed which, in turn, came from a suspicious mole being removed. I don’t want cancer of any kind. Remove all suspicious items ASAP. I was late to my appointment because a friend told me the story of 2 of the 3 of her young children being sexually abused by a step-brother... you can never know someone else's pain... I went to write in yet another coffee shop. Closed. I tried another, but missed the turn. The last resort, a coffee shop I don’t like (I need safe, small, but not too small and warm). I turned quickly into the driveway when there was an opening in traffic. A garbage truck blocked my way, and then a cop pulled up behind me with his lights on. Me? Me! You must be kidding.
I was nice and not abrasive (Tom tells me I get too angry when bureaucracy knocks on my window).I was shaky. My car was a disaster. Would he think I was a bad mom? A slob? A drug-addict? I couldn’t find the registration. I needed to call Tom. Where is the registration? But can I talk on a cell phone in the driver’s seat when I’m illegally parked, trapped between a stinky garbage truck and a stinky cop? I found the registration. I got a ticket.
I could have told him I had stage IV cancer. So? I still broke the law (though it was a confusing situation with my turn… in my mind anyway). But it was not my intent to break the law. Sometimes I drive too fast or take an knowingly illegal u-turn, but this was not the case. I understand we are a country of laws, but I am so tired, very tired, of shaking when I see a cop. An expensive ticket? Does he know the cost of this cancer crap? Was he minding the traffic when my neighbor’s nanny’s son was shot and killed? I know this is irrational and that we have to subscribe to this system of justice, but I can’t help but feeling that he needed to hide to catch “wrong-doers” to fulfill a quota. It is not his job to establish or worry about intent, but BUT BUT...
I have cancer. No, I had cancer. It is time to start living as a healthy person and not as a victim. I still have issues with my leg (particularly when holding children or dancing in really tall heels), does that mean I should still use a handicapped placard? After all, I've earned it... right? I'm not so sure. By law, I can still have the placard. It is convenient. But is it right? And is it best for me?... this notion that I am not quite healed or still wounded or not really healthy. I don't know.
I heard Lawrence Lessig (one of Tom's ex-professors) speak on the radio today about the change in cheating in America. It is way up among students. He talked of his time teaching in Russia and how the right and wrongs were muddled, and those that wished to “move ahead” or “create art” or “think” were forced to do so covertly (in a way, cheating). They were shocked when he punished the students cheating. Lessig's blog is here.
He feels America is moving in
that direction and his latest fight (or one of his fights) is a new way forward
in copyright laws. If music can be downloaded for free, youth will do it. Is it
right to set up a system of laws that “we” know will be broken?
Perhaps I have not written with cohesion tonight. These are thoughts in my head and I'm just letting them loose as they come.
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