Still paying off.

About a year ago, I bought this most excellent Dyson vacuum at Goodwill. At the time, this purchase was thrilling – I bought it for, like, a tenth of the retail price! I thought it was missing an attachment hose, which wasn’t a big deal. Last night, though, I sort of dropped it, the back panel popped off, and there was the attachment hose! I stared at it in disbelief for a few moments, and then I proceeded straight to the driveway. The interior of my car is black, and I have children, and I spend about $3-5 a month vacuuming out all the wee bits of crap from the floors and cushions.

I just saved myself $5. I found more reasons to love that ridiculous vacuum. I have a clean car. I am happy.

Hey, it’s the small things.


Turning Japanese.

The Japanese maple in front of my house has bloomed. Wait, do we say that about trees? There aren’t flowers on it, so maybe… leafed?

At any rate, there are leaves on it now, the big, dark, reddish kind. It’s a fairly large tree, with wide-spread branches, and it covers the windows in the kitchen and living room. I am going to totally enjoy that shade in about a month’s time, when the sun is relentless and the temperature is high. Thank you, favorite tree.

who’s the swine here?

I am sick – no pun intended – of hearing about the swine flu.

When exactly did it happen? I left Indianapolis last Thursday, very early in the morning, and everything was fine. Forty minutes later, when my plane landed in Detroit, oh my god, the panic! The sheer terror!

The media (ahem, Fox News) is, as usual, perpetuating the alarm full-throttle. With Margaret Chan from the WHO (not the Who, the other one) raising the “flu alert level” to one number away from global pandemic, everyone seems fairly justified in their fear, yes. But how is this different from avian flu, SARS, or mad cow disease? And, hello, AIDS and cancer are both still killing people left and right. Can we just slow down and prioritize a second here?

Eh, it’ll fade soon enough. As a friend said today, “We’ll either shrug our shoulders or die.”

And that’s the truth.

we’re all a work in progress.


I’m not dead. I’m just sleeping.

Don’t worry, you aren’t missing any major life events or juicy details.

I’m just sort of apathetic about blogging. I’m sick of myself right now. I’m on the road to being someone better, healthier, happier. The kids are fantastic – Malcolm has teeth, Kya can read, Cean is playing the violin. House life is wacky – I want to rearrange all the rooms, but only after a good desanitization because we’ve all been so sick this winter. I’m busy, physically and mentally – have been climbing at Hoosier Heights about twice a week, am trying to train for 5k in May, have been cutting out meat and dairy (and trying to figure out how to live this way), have been working as usual.

I’ve got a lot coming up to blog about, really – I leave in two days to visit Aughra, I am participating in Habitat for Humanity’s annual Women’s Build, running in the Zach Pickard Pelican Run 5k, my husband is turning 35, and I’m going to be wearing a hot-pink dress as a bridesmaid for a friend’s wedding in Colorado. That was the singular longest sentence I have ever typed.

All is well, friends, and thank you for your inquiries.

As Garrison Keillor would say, “be well, do good work, and keep in touch.”

a head for numbers.

I was having a conversation with Scott last night about remembering numbers and using mnemonic devices (which is a really fucking hard word to spell, and I can never think of it without also picturing Keanu on the movie poster for Johnny Mnemonic). He’s like Rain Man when it comes to remembering dates, numbers, and statistics. I am not.

I rattled off his Social Security Number (which took me two years to retain) and told him how I remember it. I then waited for him to say mine.

“007-373-5963,” he recited.

I looked at him, puzzled.

“That’s the code to fight Mike Tyson on Punch-Out,” he said.

it should go without saying.

At the #3 spot on my List of Annoyances, just behind “People Who Drive Unreasonably Slow” and “People Who Own Tiny Dogs and Carry Them in Bags,” are “Teachers Who Cannot Spell.”

Sadly, in my professional and personal life, I run into these types far too often.

If the English language and its proper usage are not your forte, do not choose a career in which you will be setting an example for others. Top offenders in this group are those who teach children. I realize I have high standards when it comes to this sort of thing, but I feel I’m justified here. If I had a dollar for every time I came across an improper usage of “your/you’re” by someone with a Ph.D., I could retire next summer.

on the eve of an era.

Today, in the news (CNN,  I think), I saw the phrase “inauguration eve” for the first time in my life. While accurate, I found it sort of, well, cute.

Eight years ago, I was seventeen. I was beginning to pay attention to politics. I was angry. I was disappointed. I couldn’t vote in the most recent election, not that it would have mattered. And George W. Bush was comparatively tame back then. But now, eight years, two presidential elections, countless fuckups, disasters, scandals, bodies, wasted dollars, ruined lives, and sleepless nights later, the tide is finally turning.

I want to be elaborate in this post – I want to list specific events, exact numbers, precise statistics. I want to use flowery speech and articulate my deepest feelings.  But I can’t. I don’t have the patience. I don’t have the heart  – or the stomach – to think about the past eight years and the damage done any longer.

I laugh a little at the hoopla surrounding the events of this January 20th. It’s a little excessive – but it’s so amazing, too. The collective spirit of the people is soaring. People are excited. People are paying attention. People actually have hope, after spending so much time in a desperate darkness.

I, along with millions of others the world over, am ready for the change to begin.