Thursday, August 31, 2006

King of the Classroom

I got a new class today. Seventh period. This crew is self-contained so I have to haul ass from one side of the school to get to their room because these students can't come to me. They cannot roam the halls with mainstream kids.

Why? Technically they are SED - Severely Emotionally Disturbed. Several teachers cringe when I mention these students; however, I don't mind learning them a thing or two. I know. Teacher of the year.

Today, one of my students said,

"Ms. Robinson, can I listen to my MP3 player?"

I looked at him, forgot where I was for a moment and said,

"Are you insane?"

Yes. That's what I said. Cause I'm smart like that.

And She's Just My Type

The Good Wife’s Guide, supposedly from a 1950s textbook, advises women on how to get along with their husbands. Read it here. You probably expect me to gripe about unenlightened days before Calgon took us away; a time when most women needed prescription drugs just to get out of bed each morning.

Wrong!

Where has this manifesto been my whole life? Imagine, ten years of marriage and I’m only now discovering the truth. Granted, some of the language is a bit soft and outdated. Therefore, I’m taking this diatribe, adding some modern lingo, and presenting it anew to today’s wedded women. Here we go.

The Good Wife’s Guide or Snap Out of It (whichever you’d prefer)

Have dinner ready. Plan ahead and make an effort. What have you done all day, cleaned vomit off the loveseat? Boo hoo, you missed Ellen. Cry about it. Your husband had to conduct ten staff sessions where the most important feedback came from Alice in Receiving who thinks the new Healthy Choice vending machines "suck". Stop talking and get dinner on the table before 7pm. It's Poker Night.

Prepare yourself - take 15 minutes to rest and, for the love of Pete, remove the housecoat. Wait until your seventies to play that part. Besides, he’s already flirting with Gloria, star sales rep who will do anything - anything - without getting drunk first. Touch up your makeup, cover the stress acne on your neck, and wrap a ribbon around that mop. Help him help you. Know what I'm saying?

Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him – preferably with your best friend Tanya. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it so don’t be shy. Throw in a toy or two.

Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives and put away the booze. He’s not interested in how you make it through the day, just as long as you picked up his dry cleaning. That’s all that concerns him.

Gather up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Who do you think pays for Pottery Barn? Show Dick some respect.

Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash their hands and faces, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. Daddy won’t touch them if they have dried snot on their shirts. When the kiddies fuss, threaten to knock a tooth loose. They are with Daddy for a few minutes, tops, which allows you to take a poop in peace for the first time all day. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher, vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet by withholding hugs and kisses. Works like a charm.

Be happy to see him. Remember – he pays for your pedicures.

Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. Later – stain the ass of his work pants with ink. It'll take weeks for him to notice. By that time, Bert in the mail room will have convinced everyone your husband has Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Again. Gloria will hear this rumor and take up with someone else. Everyone wins.

Listen to him. You may have a dozen things to say, but no one cares about Elmo's shenanigans. Not even Tanya. And shut up already about your bad veins. Do you want him to throw you out before or after the kids leave for college? Think about it.

Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Take advantage of the time off and do something productive – scrape dead skin off your elbows or, better yet, tend to some much-needed trimming. Two words: Brazilian wax. Only hurts for a second.

Your goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit. Besides, the sooner he goes to sleep, the sooner you can get online with Miguel.

Don’t greet him with complaints and problems. That's what your blog is for.

A good wife always knows her place. And how to keep it. So bend over, baby.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I Like My Sugar With Coffee and Cream


From the Orlando Sentinel:

Sugar companies control some 700,000 acres in the Everglades Agricultural Area
south of Lake Okeechobee. They would love to turn wide swaths of that into
houses. The governor appoints the secretary of the Department of Community
Affairs, the state agency that oversees development. Given Mr. Smith's atrocious
record on environmental issues and his eagerness to take Big Sugar's help, it's
easy to guess what kind of DCA secretary he would appoint.

Read more here. And just in case you aren't convinced, looky here. Can't buy me love, Rod.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I got to the party and I did the Smurf

I wasn't going to vote early. Arriving at the polls before September 5th seemed like a major buzz kill. Remember when you'd have a bithday party the weekend before? Then when your actual birthday arrived, you still wanted spanks and free drinks, right? And people were all, "What? We've already had the party. Scram."

I enjoy Election Day festivities: getting up early, waiting in line, arguing with mouthbreathers about property taxes, discussing anti-war sentiment with crazy veterans, voting, pressuring co-workers to see things my way, staying up late watching returns, and celebrating a Davis victory.

Then Joel made some great points and now I'm probably going to end up voting ahead of time anyway. I can still celebrate a week from today, though. Nobody's taking that away from me.

Monday, August 28, 2006

We Need a Military Decline

I love how our current administration professes to be tough on terror, yet none of them had the courage to wear a uniform during previous times of war. Now they have no problem sending others into battle. Then they attack real military heroes who dare to voice what we are all feeling - a growing sense of unease regarding the war in Iraq.

Max Cleland is an American hero who is also speaking out on behalf of our future governor:

I am writing to you today to bring your attention to some very disturbing
news. Jim Davis, a loyal Democrat who has spent over 17 years in public
service working for the people of Florida, is now the subject of a disgusting
smear campaign financed by Republican special interests aimed at electing Jim’s
primary opponent.

The U.S. Sugar Co., one of the worst polluters in the nation, knows
that Jim Davis, if elected governor, will no longer allow them to use the “Everglades as a toilet.” He has a long record of
standing up to special interests in defense of the environment. It is that commitment and
record that earned him the support of the Sierra Club.

If you have been watching television here in Florida, you are likely
familiar with U.S. Sugar’s handiwork. They are running television ads,
sending out flyers, making phone calls, and airing radio spots that misrepresent
Jim’s record.

The fact of the matter is, these attacks are blatantly false, and are
obviously intended to smear a good Democrat in order to protect the
environmentally detrimental business practices of the U.S. Sugar Co.

This is a great illustration of how we could expect each of them
to run their administrations. Join with me to show everyone in the state
that Florida cannot be bought and sold by Republican special interests.
Help Jim fight back by taking a stand. Refuse to buy into their smear
campaign. Tell your friends that you know Jim will bring new, independent
leadership to Tallahassee – the reason he is being attacked so forcefully by
Republican special interests.
Your voice can make a difference. Let’s
stand up for Jim through the home stretch.

Neocons are not out to help our nation or state - only themselves - and have started attacking Senator Cleland again with this:

"Whether it is Jim Davis voting against a resolution supporting victory in
the Global War On Terror, or Phyllis Busansky advocating the disintegration of
Iraq, Max Cleland might find a friend or two in Florida, but the overwhelming
majority of mainstream Floridians see how dangerous that worldview is."

Oh yes, Republicans, who have been steering this state and country in the wrong direction for years, please tell us what to think. The overwhelming majority of Floridians are sick of seeing our soldiers die for an agenda that has nothing to do with safety.

Phyllis Busansky, candidate for US Congress, had this response:

"On April 8, 1968, Army Captain Joseph Maxwell Cleland, a volunteer serving our
country in Vietnam, lost both of his legs and his right arm when a grenade
exploded at his feet.

“For his service to our country Max Cleland was
awarded a Silver Star. When you attack Max Cleland, you attack every veteran who
ever served.

“My opponent Gus Bilirakis should repudiate Chairman
Jordan’s shameful attack on Max Cleland and come forward and tell us what his
position is on Iraq.

“I want to hold Congress accountable. Sending troops into harm’s way without proper body armor is morally
wrong.
Allowing greedy military contractors to steal millions of
dollars and defraud American taxpayers is morally wrong.

“You want to
debate me on Iraq – I say when and where.

“Will Gus Bilirakis join me in
calling for a new Truman Commission to investigate contractors like Halliburton
who have been accused of knowingly serving contaminated water to our troops in
Iraq?

“Or does Gus Bilirakis agree with Vice President Dick Cheney’s
assessment – given while campaigning for him last month – that the “progress has
been steady” in Iraq?

“Yes the choice is getting clearer: Gus Bilirakis
hides behind the likes of Dick Cheney, while I proudly sit with an American hero
– Max Cleland.”

Seriously, right-wingers. Choke on it.

What the bloodclot?

My kids came home from school Friday with membership forms to fill out.

"We want to join Boy Scouts," they said in unison. Yes, in unison. Twins are fun like that.

I spit out my Merlot. After regaining some composure, I shook my head.

"Boy Scouts are out," I said.

"Why?"

"Because they discriminate against gay people," I said. "We can't join any organization that discriminates against an entire group of people. We must stand with homosexuals, who are unjustly targeted due to ignorance and fear."

They thought about it and asked for a few definitions.

"Dude!" my youngest finally said. "Gay people are fine!"

(I've never heard him use Dude before...so proud.)

"Yeah they are," my oldest concurred.

"Good boys," I said.

Then my youngest started to cry.

"That means the Boy Scouts would be mean to Aunt Phillip," he said.

"Right..." I said, gently. "Sweetie, there are people everywhere who are mean for no good reason. Unlike Mommy, who is only mean when provoked. We can't do anything about haters. Let's just do our own thing and leave them alone."

My oldest got teary-eyed as well. Jesus. Me and my sensitive men. So I busted some rhymes.

"Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you, too!"

Both boys started laughing.

"Will Smith is weak, Mommy," my oldest said. "Let's hear some Beastie Boys."

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Word.

This email made me chuckle:

NEW YORK - A public school teacher was arrested today at John F. Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a set square, a slide rule, and a calculator.

At a morning press conference, Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez said he believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.

"Al-gebra is a problem for us," Gonzalez said. "They desire solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in a search of absolute value. They use secret code names like 'x' and 'y' and refer to themselves as 'unknowns,' but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, 'There are 3 sides to every triangle.'"

When asked to comment on the arrest, President Bush said, "If God had wanted us to have better Weapons of Math Instruction, He would have given us more fingers and toes." White House aides told reporters they could not recall a more intelligent or profound statement by the president.
h/t to Elizabeth

Saturday, August 26, 2006

The New Style

Last night, my family and I were eating dinner in our favorite restaurant when, on the way to the restroom, I noticed several Rod Smith flyers.

"Damnit, Pepe!" I yelled. "What the hell is this?"

Our host shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Pepe always pretends he doesn't understand English when I'm pissed. Usually, I yell about his head waiter, who roots for the Yankees, or my wine glass not being promptly refilled every ten minutes.

Anyway, I tossed every single pamphlet into the trash. Felt a bit better after that. Then I came home and saw the newest ad from Jim Davis. Felt a whole lot better after that.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Still Strong After All That's Goin' On

From the Busansky campaign:

Join Phyllis Busansky Candidate for Congress (9th District)
and Special Guest Senator Max Cleland for a VETERANS RALLY and forum on Veterans
Issues this Sunday, August 27th at
12:30 PM

**CHANGE IN LOCATION**

Ramada Inn Bayside
5015 US Highway 19 (at Marine Parkway)
New Port Richey, FL
Map

To RSVP or for more information, please contact Emily or call 813.435.5103. I met Phyllis years ago at a Passover function when she was County Commissioner. She will serve the people of the 9th district well.

I'll probably be at this event to mingle amongst the veterans, take candid photos of certain wardrobe malfunctions (it is Pasco County, folks) and flirt with a certain national hero. Can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon. See you there.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Put Your Root Down

I hardly ever comment on celebrity news, especially celebrity break-up news. However, the Kate Hudson-Chris Robinson relationship did play a small part in my own changing philosophy on marriage dos and don’ts - so I thought I’d share some of that here. And, as always, get ridiculed as a result.

As a newlywed, I had two deal breakers: no hitting or cheating. So far, so good. Discussing this with Becky over a year ago, she said,

“Define cheating.”

“Sex. Of any kind.”

Long pause.

“Really?” she asked. “After seventeen years together and two kids, you’d leave over one moment of weakness?”

“Sex doesn’t take just one moment. It should take at least fifteen if done properly.”

Then I stopped and considered her point. Like Dennis Prager says, when you’ve got it all figured out: think a second time. A little while later, my sister and I were talking about infidelity. She read an article about Kate Hudson, who said maybe we aren’t supposed to be monogamous or with only one person our entire lives. I don’t necessarily agree, but I see her point. We all know serial philanderers out there who are otherwise terrific human beings. Maybe some people aren’t cut out for the whole “keep only unto her” commitment. Hudson said she wouldn’t cheat on her husband; however, if he strayed, she’d live with it. She just wouldn’t want to know the details.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m with her.”

I’m not sure why I changed my mind. I can't share a tooth brush with someone else, much less share my husband with another woman. Still. Perhaps as I get older, I’ve learned more about myself and others and realize that sh*t sometimes happens. I’m less judgmental and whole lot more understanding than I used to be.

Whenever a famous couple breaks up, people say, “No one in Hollywood values marriage anymore.” That’s not necessarily true. Cut them some slack. How hard must it be to remain faithful when beautiful, dynamic and successful people are always available for a good time? Even those involved in a solid marriage – I don’t know how they do it. Kate Hudson alone has turned down Luke Wilson, Matthew McConaughey, and probably dozens more. Matthew McConaughey! Give the girl an award. I’m not sure I’d end a marriage over Owen Wilson, though. After a month or two, he'll probably start leaving dirty underwear around the house and then she’s gotta spend quality time training him, too. What’s the point? I often tell my friends who get the itch: buy a toy and skip the drama. Easy for me to say, though. I’ve never been tempted by Brad Pitt.

It's hard enough when normal men turn on the charm. I’ve managed to stay right girl, but it hasn’t always been easy and let's not pretend otherwise. I laugh when someone says with their head held high,

“I love my wife so much, if that Alias chick were standing here naked, I’d say no.”

Don’t believe that guy. He’s cruising for hookers in the family car with a bumper sticker that says: I Believe in Marriage. Trust me, have him tested. I’d rather hear someone say they’ve resisted the hottie today and will try their best again tomorrow. At least that’s a realistic approach. Never say never.

When An Indecent Proposal came out years ago, I asked my mom if she’d let dad have sex with someone who was willing to pay a million dollars for the treat.

“I’d let him do it for half,” Mom said.

I used to think she was nuts. Now I’m not so sure.

By the way, my husband never had such a deal breaker with me. Perhaps he’s more evolved or just incredibly cocky. I’ve come over to his way of thinking and as a result, nothing has really changed. So far, so good.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

We Gotta Keep it Goin' On

Tonight Jim Davis and his opponent square off against one another in a prime-time debate found locally on Channel 3 (WEDU) at 8pm. Several journalists will pose questions for about an hour and I predict that Jim will shine as the more polished, intelligent and capable leader.

I appreciate the oppportunity to watch Democratic candidates argue the issues; however, I wonder how many undecideds will tune in. Do they even watch debates? We are about two weeks away from the primary with many different ways exisisting to get to know these men and yet many people remain clueless. I hope they watch tonight and come closer to a decision. Time is running out.

Lost isn't on, is it? Then we're screwed.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Party for the Right to Fight

Attended a house party in Oldsmar for Jim Davis Sunday night. Went alone because, if you'll recall, I'm no longer formally inviting anyone to anything. (You're dead to me.) Yet, in a room full of Democratic activists, one does not stay alone for long. Especially if one has a winning smile and hell of a rack, thankyouverymuch.

Besides, a ton of vegetarian fare plus free alcohol equals good times - with or without a date. Within the first half hour, six strangers (new best friends) approached and told me they liked my writing and humor. In Oldsmar. Better than sex! And with the husband in Colorado, that counts for a lot these days.

Elizabeth, one of our gracious hosts, introduced me to Sara, a full-time mom. I know. Immediately the cringe. However, this was not your typical apron-wearing Mama. Sara didn't try to discuss butt paste preference or pretend toddler talk is stimulating. Instead, she told me about a playgroup she started that emphasizes fitness. These mommies work out while pushing strollers and discuss world issues rather than suffer through playground comparisons. ("Johnny did that at two months!") Where was Sara when I was at home with no one to talk to except Elmo dolls?

Jim arrived and more than a few women remarked that he's better looking in person than on television. Aren't we all? He gave me a hug (are you more jealous of him or me?) and then he asked about my move to Colorado.

"I'm here until the house sells," I said.

"Oh," he replied. "You might be here awhile."

"I have a theory," I said. "Once you get elected, the market will bounce back and I'll return to The Springs about a month after Election Day."

No pressure. Reason enough to vote the man into office.

Jim's speech drew everyone in. He is the living example of an honorable politician. Love him. Really. However, the draw of any JD event is the opportunity to mix it up with his right-hand (teddy bear of a) man, Reggie.

No one is more squeezable. No one.

All in all, a good night. Unfortunately, everyone wore appropriate outfits (some guests were from Pasco County so I had hoped for at least one cuckoo). This crowd was terrific and funny and knowledgeable and socially appropriate. No one even asked an embarrassing question. I love that sh*t! Damn. Therefore I'm unable to scoff. At anyone other than myself of course.

Check this out. After an evening of attention and love (was it Jim's night or mine?) I went home and fell asleep - high off delusions of grandeur. Later, in the middle of a dream where I morphed into a younger and much cuter Maureen Dowd, my youngest son called to me. Woke me right up. Seems he needed help wiping his ass.

Brought me back down real quick. Thanks, kid.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Due Time We Change a Little Something

You can vote early starting today. These are my picks regarding the Pasco County primary. For all two of you.

Jim Davis - Governor
Obviously. Jim is a proven leader with strong ties to Florida and experience to improve health care, education and protect our environment.

Rick Penberthy - US Congress District 5
Both Rick and his challengers have similar views; however, I like Rick's experience as a teacher and his military background is impressive. He also picked a heck of a campaign song. (Come on, you've heard worse.) He's got what it takes to boot Brown-Waite out of office.

Walter "Skip" Campbell - Attorney General
Senator Campbell has done a great deal for Florida residents and I have no doubt that he will continue to fight for us in the AG's office.

Frank Parker - School Board District 5
*Sigh* Both candidates are Republican. How can they claim frustration with FCAT when their allegiance to the right helped FCAT grow into the monster it has become? Still, Parker seems more moderate so he gets my vote.

Patricia (Pat) Mulieri - County Commissioner District 2
A Republican who has done a great deal for this area, who knew? Mulieri deserves re-election.

Pat Siracusa - Circuit Judge, 6th Circuit, Group 32
This is the only candidate with a website and clearly articulated viewpoints. How can I choose anyone else?

Jack Day - Circuit Judge, 6th Circuit, Group 45
Another example of a candidate who took the time to create a site to inform voters. He's getting my vote, too.

Anne Wansboro - County Judge, Group 6
She's a former public defender who calls this the "people's court." 'Nuff said.

Candy VanDercar - County Judge, Group 7
I like this lady - redefining herself at age 57. She's got a lifetime of experience that will serve whoever appears before her bench.

Allen Altman - School Board, District 1
He has years of experience in this area and after visiting his site, I consider his candidacy most impressive.

Cathi Martin - School Board, District 3
With so many school board members leaving their posts, I agree that Cathi Martin's experience is needed. Teachers who work for Pasco County schools get paid more and seem more satisfied with their posts than teachers in Hillsborough or Pinellas. The board is doing something right and Martin is a part of it.

For what it's worth, those are my picks, peeps. Vote early!

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Why You Wanna Treat Your Girl Like That?

The front page of The St. Petersburg Times today featured a story about 17 year-old Sarah Rinaldi, who died just short of her 18th birthday. Cause of death? Accidental overdose. The New Tampa teen got drunk and took Xanax, OxyContin and dextromethorphan. Many in New Tampa blame inner city (read: black) kids for bringing drugs into their posh neighborhoods. My children attend a New Tampa elementary school and last year I taught at both Freedom and Wharton High Schools. I hear it all the time. Our black students, bused past thirteen other high schools, are blamed for corrupting white kids. Such ideas are not grounded in reality. Privileged kids with money to burn and zero parental guidance are doing this to themselves without any help from Suitcase City.

The Times asks, "Who is responsible?"

As always - look in the home. Sarah grew up with a mom who acted more like a friend than parent. She was able to sneak out and miss most of the last school year with no consequences of any kind. Yes, Sarah's friends could have called 911 to prevent this particular death from happening. Perhaps the police officers who detained Sarah and her friend should have called Sarah's chain-smoking and stressed out mother instead of Sarah's boyfriend. However, Julie Rinaldi didn't seem to know what more to do for her daughter.

It's no secret where Sarah's mom lays the blame.

"In my heart, I know that none of this would have happened if they (the police) had done their jobs."

Sorry, Mrs. Rinaldi. None of this would have happened if you had done your job. Besides, Sarah was almost an adult and knew what drugs could do to her body. Read more here. There are more Sarahs out there than most parents realize. Wake up already.

Eyes on the Prize and Never Wane

Jim Davis will be at the Hillsborough County Democratic Executive Committee meeting tomorrow, Monday, August 21 at 6:30pm at La Teresita Restaurant, located at 3246 W. Columbus Dr., Tampa 33607.

If you are eating it will cost $10 per person - a bargain! Come show your support for Jim and feel free to invite your friends.

To Do My Best To Do No Harm

Food for thought.



h/t to Kleo

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Homeboy, Throw in the Towel

Rod Smith is goin' down. The Tampa Tribune not only endorsed Jim Davis - but outlined why most of us prefer Jim's thoughtful and family-oriented substance over Rod's arrogant and alienating style. This about sums it up:

Likability is a funny thing in politics. Many voters seem to base their
picks on who they'd most like to have a beer with. On that measure, it's easy to
imagine Smith more comfortably holding court at Clyde's, the famous Tallahassee
watering hole for politicos. The more introverted Davis would prefer to be home
with his wife and two boys.

But likability has a different meaning for those of us who have known
Jim Davis over the years and trust he will do the right thing, even if it means
standing up to powerful interests in his own party.

Read more here.

I Keep My Friends Around So I Have Someone To Talk To

There is a community of bloggers who, despite differences, have a few things in common. I wonder what it says about us. Perusing the profiles of people who often visit or just remain lurking on my blogroll brought up several similarities.

For example, my favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird. I enjoyed it in school and now, as an adult, I absolutely relish it. Every chapter is a gift and the movie version is one of the best book-to-film adaptations ever. Apparently I could start a book club with Chase, Kleo, or McG.

The Big Lebowski is more fun than most movies. The perfect anecdote to a crappy day. Ami would watch it with me. Right?

The Beastie Boys are the best. Period. End of story. Other fans include Bob, Gax, John, Brett, and Joel.

There are more similarities, I'm sure - whether we're talking about the same wacky sense of humor, penchant for politics, or appreciation for kinky contraptions. All this commonality feels good. I mean, I had no idea someone else out there admired both The B-Boys and Harper Lee. Who knew?

Friday, August 18, 2006

Cool Like Lemonade

Airing dirty laundry part three....

Jeff Houck at The Tampa Tribune asked about favorite ways to waste time at work. A poorly kept secret round these parts holds that certain supply closets offer a dark, cool, and quiet place for the kinds of meetings where no one takes any minutes. Know what I'm saying?

I submitted this inside joke and Jeff published it today with my name attached and everything. Let the rumors commence! One piece of advice: If you need supplies, do yourself a favor and knock first. Thanks in advance for your patience.

You Can't Front On That

According to the Orlando Sentinel, Democrats must reject Rod Smith - a man who would be bad for our environment, our party, and our state.

Read more here, visit Jim's site and get involved. It's not too late to join the winning team.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Racism is Schism On a Serious Tip

Take my beloved Red Sox, a nice Jewish boy, commentary from two Boston comedians and that's a game I could watch all the way through.

You happy, Braveheart?

UPDATE: h/t to loveofmylife

Don't Touch Me, Cause I'm Electric. And If You Touch Me, You'll Get Shocked

In the Loop, a local newspaper, published my essay on sex music. Actually, it's about sex music and love toys. Okay, to be perfectly honest, this piece is really about the wonders of Astroglide.

All right. Fine. It's about parental responsibility. In the Loop is available for about a week so look for it in New Tampa or click here to read my words of wisdom.

Sex music would've been more entertaining, though.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Sure Shot

Jim Davis' new television ad is available for your viewing pleasure. Problems with homeowners insurance, including higher rates, combined with a sluggish real estate market is making it particularly hard to sell my lovely home.

I would like a governor on my side, for a change.

Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just to Fit In?

I've been challenged to use only Beastie Boys' lyrics or song titles to caption my posts from now on. Apparently to prove I'm some kind of fan. This is just the kind of intellectual intercourse that will drag down the liberal cause.

It's on, b*tch.

And Now for Something Completely Differ'nt

I've probably done this before, but whatever... I'm in a mood. Feel free to send me your answers.

A) Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Telemarketer for an aluminum-siding company. In Tampa.
2. Peer counselor at a woman's health clinic.
3. Waitress at a German restaurant owned by Lebanese men.
4. Once I shoveled driveways in Buffalo for a dollar each and always left before finishing. Still got paid though. Every single time.

B) Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. Nothing. Life is too short.

C) Places I have lived:
1. Dunmore, PA
2. Kirkwood, NY
3. Volatile, FL
4. Tonawanda, NY

D) Four television shows I watch:
1. Clips of Discovery Health to feel good about myself.
2. Sex and The City for the same reason.
3. The Daily Show
4. The Office

E) Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Dublin
2. Tel Aviv
3. Montreal
4. Kansas

F) Websites I visit daily:
1. My blogroll list
2. Whatever Joel sends me

G) Four of my favorite foods:
1. red velvet cake
2. liver and onions back when I ate meat
3. goat cheese raviolis at Dom's in Boston's North End
4. wash it all down with a pint of Guinness

H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. In bed
2. Colorado Springs, CO
3. Both 1 and 2
4. All of the above

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Moment. Umm...

It started with this ridiculous ad. I thought, "Brother is insane!" Every comment I've heard from teachers about the primary breaks down this way:

"Rod who? Oh wait. Did he do that awful helicopter commercial? I hate that commercial!"

Check him out at the end of this ad laughing and screaming at his wife at the same time. Dude - isn't that how you lost the first one? And learn how to use the edit button. "Oh yes, he does have a way with people." "Oh yes, he's the guy we want running the show." Sure.

Then one of his supporters, with horrible fashion sense and a hell of an underbite, poses with proof that he's apparently voting in the wrong county. Doh!



Come to think of it, what is up with those Rod Squatters?



Girlfriend needs to put the white pants away, it ain't '82, and lay off the doughnuts.

In other news, some wingnuts decided to pick a fight with me. Not smart, folks. I haven't been laid in three weeks. F*ck with me. I'm begging you.

You're Soaking In It

Last week, my dishwasher sprung a leak. I'm still searching for that perfect plumber and dishes have to be cleaned so...



My oldest son looked in the sink and wondered aloud,

"What's that?"

I told him that's how people cleaned pots and pans before dishwashers were invented. Both kids gave me the same look I always gave my Nana when she took out her teeth and talked about the old days. Come on, it wasn't that long ago. Madge and her impressive beauty tips were a daily fixture in our home growing up. Along with Nola and Quentin, Victor and Nikki.

Never heard of them either? Away with you.

Monday, August 14, 2006

A Jim Davis Event

After packing the house in Pasco County last week, Jim Davis is returning to Tampa Bay for a one-on-one house party to meet with Young Professionals and supporters from Pinellas, Pasco and Hillsborough counties.

Area: Oldsmar
When: Sunday, August 20, 2006
Time: 6-8pm

All ages are welcome so please call 875.2006 or email Christina for more information. This is an excellent opportunity to meet with aspiring Democratic activists & your future Governor of Florida, Congressman Jim Davis.

h/t to Elizabeth

Airing Dirty Laundry Part Two

"Give me something to break."

I hardly ever initiate grown-up playdates. Normally, my DNA prevents me from reaching out first - call it fear of rejection or shyness or whatever you want. Everything from happy hour to movies on the couch, I'd prefer to be asked instead because I always say "yes" or "no thank you" in a way that rarely leaves the inviter scorned. It's a skill I wish others would learn. Not perfect by any means, I simply try to treat people the way I'd like to be treated. Which is preferable to the bullsh*t below. Breaks down like this.

I send a breezy email saying: My children will be with my parents Saturday night - would you like to hang out? Let's do something fun!

No response.

Everyone knows I'm solo-tipping it here in town until our house sells so we can join hubby in Colorado Springs. Throw a sister a bone. Instead, I get nothing.

So I send a snarky wink and a poke several days later: You haven't answered my email. Weeeeak. :-)

(Yes, I am a fan of the properly placed emoticon.)

The long-awaited response: I've been busy and cannot do anything this weekend and will not make plans beyond that.

I know! For those of you in the Clueless Realm, inhabited by *ssholes and fat f*cks, a nicer response would have been something like:

"Of course I'd love to hang out with you, but previous commitments preclude me from doing so. Some other time, sweetie!"

Any variation of the above theme would do, you miserable piece of sh*t. And get along with the old "I've been busy" excuse. It carries no weight because I'm an extremely busy:

- mother.
- teacher.
- writer.
- political activist.

In addition to ALL THIS, I talk on the phone with spouse, siblings, parents, and best friend on a daily basis. I keep in touch with countless pals, relatives and acquaintances through emails and IMs. I make small and deep talk with co-workers and even the girl in charge of after-care for my kids! I also exercise every night and catch The Daily Show without coffee or narcotics to keep me going. Then I sleep for about seven hours. Did I mention my house is spotless?

I know. I rock. And you don't. You suck. Don't tell me you're too goddamned busy to hit a reply button. It's insulting and dismissive.

It's not the first time this has happened, but rest assured it will be the last. A polite response takes about seven seconds (I counted) and can be accomplished during a commercial break. Christ. This is why I'm nice to people who ask me out for a date. And also why I often refuse to do the asking.

I'd rather be alone.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Not Helping my Mood to Improve

The St. Petersburg Times endorsed Jim Davis' opponent today. Their arguments for such a lousy decision are laughable and proves that the editorial board is deluded and out of touch with mainstream voters.

They purport to tell Democrats the way to get to the Governor’s Mansion by recommending a little-known senator from Alachua. This is a ridiculous proposition considering Rod’s record on the environment and his allegiance to both the NRA and Big Sugar. Allegiances most Democrats would find alarming. By the Times' own account, Jim Davis is an ethical man. The recent attack on such a noble legislator from Big Sugar on behalf of the above mentioned senator shows that Rod Smith is neither thoughtful nor ethical. Floridians deserve better than that.

This endorsement is clearly not a reflection of our voice. Jim has led every poll for over a year. He has led seven out of seven financial quarters and is the only candidate for governor who does not have an A rating from the NRA. That matters to more Democrats than the misguided vision of an out-of-touch newspaper. Even more, Jim has never lost an election and this will not be the first. On September 5th, Jim Davis will be our nominee for Governor, proving The St. Petersburg Times irrelevant at the same time.

Airing Dirty Laundry Part One

"And if my day keeps going this way, I just might break something tonight."

Last night, dinner consisted of curly fries and a milkshake. No, I'm not pregnant. I am, however, mighty upset. Several reasons. And I love that, while searching for comfort food, my normally (when she's not round with child) ninety-pound sister suggested,

"Arby's. Nothing beats their mochachino shake."

She's right. Now let's get one thing straight. I don't get angry often. Passionate about politics, maybe, but hardly ever angry on a personal level. I do get my feelings hurt - often. That's why my siblings' favorite nickname for me is "Sensitive B*tch." And yes, they say it with love. Are we clear? I'm not mad, I'm hurt. And when I hurt, I hate.

So why am I in a dither? Coupla things. Starting with Al Gore. I know we're not supposed to go after our own. But this is just the beginning folks. Wait'll I tell you about the emotionally insecure sharks infesting my waters and coming after me with nothing more than Jim Beam-breath and false friendship. Ahh...another time for that tale. For now, we'll start with Al.

One of my heroes, our former Vice-President. I admire his work on behalf of our planet and his effort to get us into a carbon-neutral lifestyle. However, how does he explain the fact that he owns three homes?

That's right. Three.

He has the cojones to lecture us on the benefits of bus-riding while enjoying three huge houses that suck up more energy than some third-world countries. Speaking of buses, he doesn't even utilize one of those big-ass luxury liners the rock stars use while on the lecture circuit. Brother travels by plane! I don't mean to suggest the man should live in poverty; however, some kind of concession is in order. If you wanna suggest that I share a bus with people Mommy said to avoid eye-contact with, at least lead by example. Live simply so that others may simply live. Is that asking too much?

Unlike neocons, I don't think this negates his overall message - which is a modern take on my favorite motto from the early 90s: reduce, reuse and recycle. I just wish Al Gore would do more to help the planet he so dearly loves. He can start by following his own advice.

Nobody F*cks With The Jesus

"Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uhh...your opinion, man."

I thought for sure The Big Lebowski had the most f-words of all modern movies. Once I made my mother watch it while I recovered from hernia surgery and her ears almost exploded. ("Do you have to use so many cuss words?") However, Joel says other movies are worse and I am inclined to believe him.

Still, someone thought enough of the cursing to devote an entire reel to it. Sums up the flick quite nicely, I think. Then there's the part about Jesus. ("I am the walrus.") This movie makes me feel all giddy inside. If I can't get to the actual movie, at least I have YouTube. I heart YouTube. From my head to my toes.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Honoring the Victims

As we approach the fifth anniversary of 9/11, a website is coordinating a tribute to honor the 2, 996 people who lost their lives that day. Fellow bloggers, consider signing up and you will be assigned a victim to honor.

I don't know about you, but it beats writing about love toys and neocons for a change. At least for one day anyway.

h/t to Jim

Lend a Helping Hand

Jay Fawcett is running for the US House of Representatives in Colorado Springs and needs your help.

Call to action. The Fawcett team will require volunteers this Monday, 14
August, for a mailing. Volunteers will be stuffing envelopes for a
fundraising letter to be sent. What better way to help get Jay elected than to
help raise the dollars for a successful campaign. We will need 15
volunteers for a few hours to stuff 2200 envelopes.
Volunteers will meet at
the field offices on 710 N. Weber. We will begin at 10am.


And elsewhere in beautiful Colorado - my future home -

Celebration of Democratic Unity to benefit Bill Winter for
Congress
.
Featuring special guest Governor Mark Warner and guest host Congresswoman
Diana DeGette.
Wednesday August 16 4:30pm Cool River Cafe - Denver
8000 East Belleview Ave #C-10
Greenwood Village, CO 80111
General Admission Tickets are available for $50 in advance
($60 at the door).
Download a PDF invitation.
The Winter campaign will also
host a Private Reception with Governor Warner.
Tickets are available for $250.
These fundraising events are paid for and sponsored by Winter for Congress.
Please contact them at 720-891-4269 if you have any questions or need more
information.
If you're in the Aspen area, you can also see Governor Warner
speak at the Aspen Institute on Tuesday, August 15, at 6:30pm.
The Aspen Institute is located at 1000 North Third Street, Aspen, Colorado
81611.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Divide and Conquer

Jews have historically rallied for the oppressed. We live by the creed: What is unpleasant to you, do not do to others. Our black brothers and sisters should remember that before they start hating on the Heebs.

h/t to Michael

Standing Room Only

Last night I attended a town hall meeting in New Port Richey for Jim Davis. Turnout was fantastic, not an empty seat in the house. Heartening to see that many people forgo Thursday night BINGO to hear our future governor's plans. Jim answered questions about homeowner's insurance and sinkholes. These may not be glamorous or sexy topics, but concerned residents want them addressed nonetheless. And rounds of applause after these and other discussions regarding teacher's pay and FCAT left no doubt that even God's waiting room supports a change in Tallahassee.

Jim did a great job, kicking that "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" vibe and offering solutions and hope to a weary crowd.

Of course, this wouldn't be Pasco County without whack jobs around to keep sh*t interesting. One guy, at least ninety years old, talked through three good teeth about how bombs hurt people. He plugged a collection of homemade CDs explaining his points in detail and one can only assume they also feature voices from inside his head. I couldn't help but wonder if tinfoil hats come with purchase. Brother smelled from across the room. Keepin' it real.

Then there was my man with the pink and purple argyle socks.



He waited in line just to ask for a raise. Seems the state has been paying him the same wages since the late 1970s. What does he do for a living? Waterboy stays home to care for his Mama. At this point, I started breathing through my mouth.

Afterwards came another character with similar fashion sense...



...passing out flyers inviting us all over to The Conscious Connection for a patchouli-oil reception and dessert fundraiser honoring this guy who, by the way, has it all figured out.

Gotta love the entertainment value in hanging with:

- New York retirees carrying on as if this were a teamsters meeting.
- the loo-loo factor (see above).
- one Militant Mom who wore her "Vote or Die" t-shirt, scaring the piss out of the trailer park contingent.
- a few normal people.
- some suits.
- a woman with a scrunchee who also wore a nametag that listed her political affiliation as "Proud Republican."
- twin boys who stopped stuffing crackers in their mouths long enough to yell, "I love Jim Davis!" and "I'm gonna be a Democrat. Promise me, Mommy!"

Oh, and that irreverent blogger laughing in the background? That was me.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Jews in the News

-- Joe Lieberman, Republicans' favorite Democrat, will be running for re-election as an Independent after losing the Democratic nomination for Senator to Ned Lamont. I'm not surprised Joey's taking this stand to retain power. It's what the powerful do when faced with early retirement. ("Not gonna give it up! Not gonna do it!") This also proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the man is not a true Democrat interested in preserving progressive ideals. ("Power to the people only when they pick me!") Disappointed in my fellow tribe member, to say the least.

--Speaking of conservative Jews, Dennis Prager has some thoughts on the media's reaction to Mel Gibson v. the six Jewish women shot in Seattle. Prager's misguided attacks on liberals notwithstanding, this is an excellent, thought-provoking piece. H/T to C.

-- An old essay, but one worth recycling, especially now as forces try to pursuade Israel to lay down arms and resist defending itself. Favorite line: "No, as you know, left to themselves in a world of peace, the worst Jews would ever do to people is debate them to death." Can't wait for C to discover this gem in a week or two and post it on his site crediting someone else. H/T to Dalia.

-- For those of you in the Lutz, New Tampa, Wesley Chapel, Zephyrhills part of town (where free thought goes to die), rumor has it one of my essays will be featured somewhere inside the Trib's bastard child In The Loop - a free, weekly paper distributed on Thursdays and valued more for Beef O' Brady coupons than anything else. Except today. When my mug and words will grace its pages. Keep an eye out and I'll link to it later.

As you were.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

"Once when I was your age..."

I hardly ever yell at students in the hallway. Mine is a great school where kids don't generally get into trouble between classes plus the tardy bell is usually about to ring while I've still got to haul ass to the ladies' room.

Yesterday, was the exception.

A guy was whistling at a girl ahead of him and saying, "Keep swinging that backpack, gorgeous! You look hot!"

I saw the young girl with the backpack, her own friends mortified, all of them trying to ignore him. She was clumsy with frizzy hair and braces, struggling to concentrate on finding her room. The guy kept heckling her so I rounded the corner and cut him off.

"Leave her alone," I told him. "Keep your mouth shut and get to class."

"Oh, I..." he stammered. "I wasn't talking..."

"Yes, ma'am!" I cut him off.

"Yes...yes ma'am," he said.

As he walked away, I wanted to find the young girl and say,

"In a few years, that hair is going to relax with the right product. Your braces will be history and you'll enjoy an outstanding rack. Then you'll run into that *sshole at a club. You'll be in college and he'll be selling weed to your friends. He'll hit on you. You'll enjoy getting him out on the dance floor only to leave him in the middle of the crowd, humiliated with a hell of an erection. Better yet? You'll run into him years later on your wedding day. He'll be parking cars, struggling with alimony and trying to get through a twelve-step program. You won't ever forget him. And it'll feel great."

Guaranteed.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

"Margins, people. Margins!"

A fellow teacher almost grows fangs and claws while grading papers. Her biggest complaint is when students confuse they're, there, and their. Other teachers get impatient with mistakes involving accept and except. Still others can't tolerate misspelled words. Everyone has pet peeves. Here are some of mine.

- Fake words like nauseous, irregardless, supposably, and humungus when correct versions like nauseated, regardless, supposedly, and huge remain in our language for a reason.

- Misusing apostrophes. Example: "To The Robinson's" or "Back in the 1980's" or "Passion's Adult Book Store." Worst of all: "The dog wagged it's tail." Unless you mean it is, don't write it's! Go ahead. Argue with me about this one. I dare you.

- Stop using that after feel. Example: "He feels that the Iraq war is wrong" or "I feel that Bush acts retarded" We feel hung over or vindicated or superior. You don't feel that, you think it. Know the difference.

- Enough with so and very. Get creative. I'm partial to the adorable and Jewish "So nice!" - however, there are better ways to express yourself.
  • very pretty = beautiful
  • so angry = furious
  • very drunk = my kind of guy

- Don't write of after myriad - it's superfluous. Like a Masters in Education. Correct example: "There are myriad ways to love me." See how nice that sounds without an of mucking it up?

- Last, but not least, for oral presentations or speeches of any kind - oh is the way you pronounce the letter O not zero. For the love of Pete, get it right.

DISCLAIMER: I've been known to make a grammatical error, break my own rules from time to time, and once I even spelled obscure with an a. Otherwise I'm damn near perfect. So thank you very much for playing.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Ginny Brown-Waite Hate

I got this garbage in my mailbox today and wondered aloud, to the dismay of neighbors who cannot wait for me to leave, "Why is she sending me this sh*t?"



Inside were a series of slanted questions meant to gauge voters' views on immigration related issues.


Does she really want your opinion? Not really. The b*tch has already made up her mind and lists a litany of nauseating policy positions wrapped in fake patriotism.



She hopes these are your views, too. Because misery loves company. This is just one more reason to support a Democrat in November. Retire this embarrassment - once and for all.

Bad Juju - or is it JoeJoe?

Far be it from me to complain. When self-pity parties start, all I have to do is turn on Mo'Nique's Phat Chance. Snaps me out of a mood real f*ckin' quick. Still, allow me a moment to report the heavy scene that is my life - and I'm not even going to get into everything because frankly, I don't need the lawsuits.

The house continues to sit with not a buyer in sight. One person walked through last week and reported afterward she's "concerned about the colors." My realtor told her if she offered full price, I'd paint every room the same bland shade of pale. Nothing yet. Yesterday I came home to a puddle of water in the kitchen. Apparently the dishwasher decided to die. Then my station wagon's "check engine" light came on. I lost Air America somewhere in Tennessee and still can't find it on the dial, so don't ask me what's wrong. I'm ignoring these Karmic Punishments because there's only so much bile my brain can hold. And I'm on overload right now.

My brother may have the answer.

"Whatever, Kate," he said. "Maybe it's about time you took stock. Turned your life back over to Christ."

He's kidding. Nothing but mad love for the Heebs in his life. However, it got me thinking about that decapitated idol buried in my yard.



I got out there in my Daisy Dukes and dug him up. Now he's lying on my washer until I figure out what to do with him. Any suggestions?

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Calling on Concerned Pasco County Residents

From the Jim Davis for Governor campaign:

Please join Jim Davis at the town hall meeting in New Port Richey for a discussion of his vision for Florida and his plan to bring new, independent leadership to Tallahassee.

New Port Richey Town Hall Meeting
Date: August 10, 2006
Place: Conference Center
Quality Inn
5316 US 19 North
New Port Richey, Florida 34652
Time: 5:30 PM - 6:30 PM

Click here to RSVP. See you then.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Big Melons

My oldest was just a baby when our pediatrician measured his head during a routine exam and looked alarmed.

"His head is huge," she said.

After measuring both boys again, she said, "I think you ought to take them to a specialist."

We were immediately sent to a doctor at Harvard who then rushed us over to Children's Hospital because they suspected hydrocephalus. After a frightening afternoon running my newborn sons all over Boston and Cambridge, doctors decided they were healthy and fine. No disease - just big noggins. One specialist even measured my own head and smiled.

"It's genetic," he said. "Apparently from you."

Great. The boys inherited my big head and appreciation for fart jokes. They'll do fine. After a few years, they grew into their skulls and lost that E.T. look. Now, the only downside is finding a hat that fits properly. And today, my youngest also discovered that it's not wise to go under the bed - or anywhere else for that matter - face first.

"Mommy, I'm stuck!" he yelled.

Which is worse: being unable to get out from under your bed or having a parent document the humiliation?



Relax, I lifted the bed and got him out of there. This photo will be used to justify years of therapy, I'm sure.

from Drinking Liberally in The Springs

Jay Fawcett will be having a celebration after his victory in the primary next Tuesday. Here are the details:

August 8th, 7-9PM
Jay's (New) Field Office
710 North Weber, Suite B

Friday, August 04, 2006

Conversations With...

a guy at work.

Him: You like Boston, huh?
Me: 'Like' is too weak a word.
Him: What
about the Devil Rays?
Me: I support the home team, but when Tampa's not in,
I root for the Sox.
Him: What are you going to do when you move to Colorado?
Me: I don't know. Support the Avalance, I guess.

a guy I love.

Him: I miss you so much it hurts.
Me: I miss you, too.
Him: How are we
gonna do this until December?
Me: Come home to me this weekend.
Him: How
about the end of August?
Me: Why not sooner?
Him: Cause that's when they
scheduled my league's fantasty football draft.
(pause)
Him: Hello?
a guy I teach.

Him: Are you kidding me with this grading policy?
Me: No, I'm not kidding
you.
Him: Didn't you mellow out at all during the year you were at other
high schools and missing us so much?
Me: I missed you, kid. I'm just not
going to let you skate by senior year and head off to college with less
knowledge than you deserve.
Him: Great. The Hebrew Hammer is back.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Sneak Peek

Now this is an ad worth talking about. Jim Davis for Governor. Believe it, baby.

Baby's Mama Drama

I'm sick of so-called Mommy Wars. Too many women justify choices in child rearing by dumping on society, moms who choose differently, or their own children. Shut up already.

At-Home Moms: Good for you. You're putting up with less income, sh*tty diapers, and the kids will surely benefit from a full-time caregiver who, unlike Teenage Nanny, loves them more than daytime soap operas. I was a full-time mom for almost three years and don't regret one moment I spent with my children. (Except "How to Poop in a Potty" class - two hours I'll never get back.) However, here's a newsflash - full-time parenting can be tedious. Those commercials addressing people injured in an auto accident or in need of an online diploma will leave you feeling less than prepared for grownup conversation. After a while you might harbor resentment toward women who decide, either by choice or necessity, to enter the working world after giving birth. You might even start to berate them. Don't. Stick by your decision, join playgroups to alleviate monotony and hug your children. They'll thank you for it someday.

Working Moms: Good for you. You're teaching children to value hard work and provide an excellent example of women who contribute outside the home. You skillfully juggle two or three demanding roles every day. You also sacrifice sleep, sex, and often put your own needs on the backburner. After entering the workforce, I too learned how to teach, write, play mommy and attend to a husband without going insane. Sort of anyway. Guilt seeps into the system sometimes - deal with it. Don't look down your Gucci sunglasses at a spit-up stained mommy and tsk tsk the poor b*tch. She's not doing anything wrong and neither are you.

When we feel good about our decisions, we feel good about ourselves. The women who complain about sisters who stay home "wasting themselves" and hurting feminism are really self-haters in disguise. And mommies who feel superior because they stay home are hoping no one finds out they drink to get through the day. Even worse? This guilt-ridden mama says her kids are boring! Why can't she just own it and say loud and proud: I'm bored! It's not the kids' fault. They're just being children. I'm sure she wasn't a hoot and a half at age eight either.

Put scorn where it belongs - with men. After all, they get to work all day, hit happy hour or racquetball at night and never suffer guilt because of it. At-home daddies don't attack fathers who play poker two nights a week. They're too busy laughing at us while we duke it out. Let's pick on them awhile and leave each other alone.

h/t to Addison

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Quoted by the Tribune

I was told this quote appeared in the Trib a while ago, but didn't get a hold of it until now. Good to know - I make the local papers even from Colorado.

h/t to Joel

Looking High and Low

I'm shopping for two t-shirts with the following slogans:

1) Vegetarians Taste Better

and

2) I Root for Two Teams: The Red Sox and Whoever is Playing the
Yankees

Help a sister out and point me in the right direction. Thanks.

A Teacher's Wish List

Forget shorter days and cooler nights, this past week many parents took part in an event that signals the end of summer around here: back-to-school shopping. Mothers maneuvered carts through crowded aisles carrying lists provided by their children’s schools. They carefully checked off glue sticks, composition notebooks, and pocket folders. Uniforms and backpacks were tried on and discarded, only to be snatched up a moment later by someone else. My twin sons took half an hour picking the perfect lunchboxes, debating the merits of several superheroes before finally settling on Spiderman. I allowed them time to work it out, remembering my own struggles between Nancy Drew and The Bionic Woman. Nancy won several years in a row.

As a mom, I enjoy rituals that begin each new school year. Frazzled parents are doing more than searching for specific pencils. They’re supplying children with the tools they need to learn. As a teacher, I appreciate their efforts. However, school lists should contain a few more items to gather before classes begin. These additional supplies aren’t found at Target or K-Mart. Still, your child won’t make it through the school year without:

Guidance – Schools can be overcrowded and scary; most children learn more from fellow students than from textbooks. Have dinner with your kids and get to know their friends. The complicated issues students deal with every day, from elementary through high school, would land most adults in therapy. Children cannot handle it alone.

Support – Turn off television and help with homework. Be willing to pick up kids after tutoring sessions and reinforce lessons at home. Come to school and meet us, their teachers. After all, parents and teachers are on the same team and odds are we’ll win if we work together.

Patience – When all else fails, take a deep breath and smile. Use humor to deal with the frustrations of youth and encourage within children the idea that nothing is insurmountable. They need to know that a loving family will cushion even the most devastating blows.

These are essential items on every teacher’s wish list. Go shopping for papers and pens; dig deeper to stock up on the rest. Remember that a parent’s participation is the most important tool for a successful school year. Teachers need your help. And so do your kids.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Learn a Thing or Two

There are four important issues being addressed on the Colorado ballot this November:
  • minimum wage
  • lobbying reform
  • domestic partnerships
  • reproductive choice

Don't you want to learn more about these initiatives so as to appear brilliant at the next dinner party when Uncle Tim gets all up in your grill about fags and feminists? Of course you do. From ProgressNowAction:

Join us next week in Colorado Springs at a special meeting with representatives
from the lobbying reform, domestic partnerships, minimum wage, and reproductive
choice initiative groups. You can learn first-hand the facts about four
initiatives that could help determine the outcome of the election. You'll also
learn more about how ProgressNowAction members can get involved in the ballot
issue campaigns.

Time: Thursday, August 10 at 6:00 PM
Duration: 1 hour
Host: Maria Handley
Location: Penrose Public Library
20 N. Cascade St. Colorado Springs, CO 80903

RSVP and tell them Katie sent ya. Enjoy!