Waltzing Mathilda

Monday, September 25, 2006

Go Frak Yourself Lucas!

Better than Star Trek.

Better than the X-Files.

WAAAAAY better than ANY of the Star Wars films.

Have I professed my love for Battlestar Galactica lately?

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Uncle Jim's Dairy Farm

Took a trip to Great Country Farms in Bluemont VA for their Cider Festival. Though there was not much cider, it was a nice way to celebrate the first day of fall, the BEST season of the year.




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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Sleeping on the Job

Maybe its because I started school again. Maybe its the stress of changing jobs (that's another post entirely and since I don't even want to think about those issues again, it will probably never be posted). Maybe its that damn dog who barks every time the train goes through town (did I mention the train runs through Brunswick like 3, 4 times a night?). But I have been dead tired recently.

Which would explain why I fell asleep today, on the floor no less, while watching Maddy.

And why she was able to grab and break my fairly new glasses. Which I loved. Dearly. And possibly, now, more than her.

Sigh.

Why Chocolate is Not Good For Kids

There's the obvious reasons you should not feed your kid chocolate-it can contribute to childhood obesity, it can be bad for the teeth, some say it can make your kid hyper...

But I have another reason I bet you haven't thought of before.

In the eyes of a child, a chocolate chip looks very much like a dead spider.

It's 3PM, my job is does not exercise my mind, and I found need for some chocolate. The only chocolate we have in the house are chocolate chips. I snuck a handful upstairs but Maddy knew I had something especially yummy. So I handed her some and we both munched away happily.

A few minutes after we finished, I noticed she reached down to the carpet. Figuring she dropped a chip, I paid no mind until I noticed a leg sticking out of her mouth.

The horror.

So no more chocolate chips for her. Not only because it might lead to more bug eating, but if she can't tell the difference between the two, I ain't going to waste my Ghiradelli on her.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Meet BillMurray




No, not this Bill Murray. Although it is a mighty fine picture of him.






No I am talking about this BillMurray-



We picked BillMurray up today in some nondescript PetSmart off of the Beltway. So far, this is all BillMurray has done. I have never seen a cat so eager to cuddle. BillMurray will cuddle with anyone. Even me. And I am not a cat person.

Well, almost anyone-


That's a pic of Maddy reaching for BillMurray. BillMurray did not appreciate being reached at. Fortunately, BillMurray remained cool and waited for one of us to snatch Maddy away before she did real harm. Like she normally does.

The other being whom BillMurray has not had the opportunity to snuggle with is Igor. Igor has ignored us since we brought BillMurray home. Little does he know we only got BillMurray because of him.

Sigh.

Overall, though, it has been a great weekend! Every weekend I make plans for things I want to get accomplished around the house. Invariably, I end up on the bed, reading magazine or taking a nap. This weekend, however, I actually got things done.

Things I wanted to get done this weekend:
-whack weeds
-patch hole in roof
-get BillMurray
-bake pumpkin cookies
-read 3 chapters about acquiring a second language and write paper
-work a bit
-assemble bike (which i got free!)
-ride said bike
-make porch look fall-like
-fix front door (window in front door is slowly but surely falling off)
-clean up garden

Things I actually got done this weekend:
-whack weeds
-patch hole in roof
-get BillMurray
-assemble bike (which i got free!)
-ride said bike
-make porch look fall-like
-fix front door (window in front door is slowly but surely falling off)
-clean up garden

Notice that "read chapters" was not on the actually got done list. I hate starting a new semester. So hard to get into the rhythm of things. That said, I really should get started on that paper.

And on that note:

Bill Murray: [Coughs] Doc, what could I do for this cough?
RZA: Shit, I was just thinking about that. Check this out: you get some hydrogen peroxide...
Bill Murray: We got that for cuts and stuff.
RZA: ...take fifty percent hydrogen peroxide, fifty percent water. You gargle with it. Do *not* swallow, you spit it out. Don't swallow, Bill Murray.
GZA: And if that doesn't work, try oven cleaner.
Bill Murray: We got that in the back, too.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

More adventures in Bug World

The flies have been gone for quite some time now. As I mentioned in an earlier post, they haven't shown up since Kit Kat died, with one small day long exception.

Now I am finding crickets (I think that's what they are) around the house, especially near the doors downstairs. But the strange thing is, they are all missing one leg.

I find the legs too.

Looks like Igor is finally doing his kitty duty.

Just got back from seeing the Flaming Lips in Charlottesville. What fun! Not as fun as the Pogues, but probably the second best show I have seen. I haven't seen many, so that's not saying much. But it's enough for me. More on that when I can form better thoughts. (i.e. when its not 2am.)

They were also serving Starr Hill. Hoorah!

Monday, September 11, 2006

The planet turned a hair grey as I relived the day

9/11 is our “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” On September 11th, 2001, I woke up in a foul mood. Not sure why, but I remember that it was worsened when Mike and I left late to get to work (I had already been lectured about being late to work too often), I was irritated with Michael (for some forgotten, probably stupid reason), I think we were stuck in traffic (nothing new), and the news station I listened to would not stop talking about Michael Jordan possibly joining the Wizards. That is all they had talked about for weeks. I remember one of us commented that we wished for some “real” news.

Work improved when I didn’t have to be in the call center that day (I hate phones and yes, I worked in a call center) but instead was assigned to work in the back with a cute guy named Mark shredding old files (no, nothing Enronesque). After an hour or so, my manager, who is from the New York area came in and told us that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. She left and I commented to Mark that it was sad-I imagined maybe a small charter plane had flown into the building.

A few minutes later, my manager came by again and said another plane had flown into another building and she wanted us up front. I didn’t understand what was going on. I sat at my desk and tried to check CNN, wtopnews.com, etc...but couldn't get the sites to come up.

I’m don’t remember when I heard about the Pentagon., but I knew it was not far away from my office building (just under 10 miles to be precise). I remember seeing smoke outside the window. I remember thinking we were being attacked but I didn’t know by who. We couldn’t get through on the Internet-all of the sites were bogged down with traffic. We weren't allowed to have radios on our desks, but fortunately one of the IT guys had one in his office and would come in and update us. My sister, who lived near Philly at the time, emailed me telling me I should leave and to not take the interstates. Our HR manager came out and said we could go home if we wanted to and I called Michael (we had carpooled) to come get me. I was concerned about him driving (what if I was sending him to his death?) and I was scared. Everyone was, I think. No one knew what was happening.

It took us two hours to get home (normally a 45 minute drive). It seemed that we were moving in slow motion. We listened to the news all the way home. We turned into a residential area and I saw people outside jogging-I remember wanting to roll down my window and scream at them to go home and turn on the news.

We finally got home and immediately turned on CNN.

As we approached this anniversary, I found that I already had forgotten so much about that day and I wanted to remember as much as possible and write it down. My story isn't tragic. It probably isn't even interesting. I didn’t know anyone on the planes or in the buildings. I don’t even know anyone who lost someone in the September 11th attacks. But I know that when I think about the people on the planes and in the buildings, what might have gone through their minds…how the parents must have realized their children would grow up without them there to see, that spouses were not able to say good bye to each other, how the children on the plane going to California with their teacher (they left from Dulles! Just five minutes from where I lived!) must have been so scared…I know I can’t stand it. And admittedly, I try not to think about it.

I imagined my mix as a timeline covering the past 5 years. I’m not sure how we got from September 11th to a war in Iraq. I’m still waiting for that explanation. No matter what my government tells me, it seems we have lost sight of something. I’m not even sure what it might be.

Where appropriate, I mentioned why I included a song or a line I think captures my feelings about 9/11.

The Man Comes Around-Johnny Cash. I’m not sure why, but this song had to be on the mix and it had to be the first song. Could it be the references to Christianity? The Apocalype? Not sure. Just seemed right.

Fairytale of New York-The Pogues. When I think of New York City, I think of this song. While it’s not necessarily the happiest song, but represents to me everything I have heard New York, and really the United States, is supposed to be about-opportunity and hope. “...you took my dreams from me when I first found you.” “I kept them with me babe-I put them with my own-Can’t make it alone-I built my dreams around you.”

Marching the Hate Machines (into the Sun)-Thievery Corporation & The Flaming Lips. If I were making a movie, this song would play as the terrorists boarding the planes. I couldn’t tell you what the song is really about. “Well lets start by making it clear who is the enemy here. And we’ll show them that its not them who is superior.”

Sorrow-Hans Zimmer & Lisa Gerrard. Took this from the Gladiator soundtrack. I’m not actually fond of the movie, but this song is absolutely moving. In my "timeline" this song is the moment the passengers on the planes realized what was happening. It hurts to listen to it.

Mr Ambulance Driver-The Flaming Lips . I included this as a nod to the first responders. “Mr Ambulance Driver tell me for everyone that dies, someone new is born.”

While You Were Sleeping-Elvis Perkins. This is the hardest song for me to listen to, but I find lately I can’t stop. My sister-in-law has fabulous taste in music and introduced us to this songwriter, whose dad is Anthony Perkins and whose mother was on one of the planes on 9/11. "Were you falling? Were you flying? Were you calling out? Were you dying?"

The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song-The Flaming Lips. I truly hate having two songs by the same band on the same mix tape. But it was hard to ignore this song and I had to have Mr Ambulance Driver too. “And so we cannot know ourselves or what we’d really do with all your power.” When I decided to include this song, I thought the photo of Bush right after he had been told about the World Trade Center-what I originally saw as shock I now recognize as helplessness. I know this because I saw it again in the photos taken of him flying over the Gulf after Katrina.


President Bush Invokes Presidential Super Powers-Onion Radio News. This mix topic is so heavy I decided to sprinkle these bits throughout my mix. Both because I found them relevant and funny and also as a commentary on how the news media has transformed over the past five years.

War-Bruce Springsteen. My parents, namely my father, raised my sister and I on classic rock ‘n’ roll. I like the original better but I appreciate The Boss’s intro on this version. When I was a kid, I listened to this song and Springsteen’s introduction, understanding what he was saying but never really thinking it would be relevant to me. Well. I’ll be damned. “War, good God, what is it good for?”

President (reggae version)-Wyclef Jean. When I picked this song, I couldn‘t get the Daily Show‘s “Decider“ cartoons out of my head. I consider this a companion piece to The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song-about the decisions people in power make and the implications of those decisions. “Instead of spending billions on the war, I could use that money to feed the poor.”

The War-Bill Hicks. This but was done by the late, great Bill Hicks in reference to Bush Sr and the first Iraq war. Creepy, isn’t it?

Battle Without Honor or Humanity-'Nuff said

New Bill Will Send Illegal Immigrants to Iraq-Onion Radio News

All Along the Watchtower-Jimi Hendrix. The quintessential war song. “There must be some kind of way outta here,” said the Joker to the Thief.” I imagine this is how in-depth Bush’s discussions with his Cabinet gets when they discuss the war. Just not sure if he is the Joker or the Thief.

Shadow Government Attracts Shadow Protestors-Onion Radio News

mother-Pink Floyd. “Mother should I trust the government?” Again, ‘nuff said.

Grief Counselors Flown Over Guantanamo Bay-Onion Radio News

Everything is Wrong-Moby Title says it all.

How It Ends-Devotchka. I wanted to wind the mix down with this song, because it is as close to a modern-day dirge as I could get. The singer’s voice is thoroughly sorrowful and mournful. In all of the anger, disbelief, and frustration I feel because of 9/11, the events which have followed, my government’s ineptitude, and the apathy of my fellow citizens (and myself?), I tend to forget? ignore? the real horror of 9/11. So I included this song to remember that no matter what has occurred since, people lost their lives on 9/11, the people who loved them lost a part of their lives, and everyone else’s lives have changed as well. I offer this song up as a dirge for that loss.

God Moving Over the Face of the World-Moby. I’m not sure what the future holds for us as a country and a species but I imagine this as the soundtrack for what's to come.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Do they make diapers for THAT?

We went down to Hampton this weekend-to wish Mike's grandpa a happy 90th(!) birthday, visit with them, Mike's dad, aunt & uncle and friends, and to have Mike help his dad patch a roof. I wish I had taken a picture of "handy" Mike. Not sure I will see him again.

But the big news is that Maddy took her first steps on Saturday! She has been standing up pretty well lately but up until Saturday never even tried to step out on her own. We thought it was wonderful that it happened at Mike's grandparent's house for them to see. And it was great to see Mike's pride at seeing her walk melt into complete and utter horror as he realized what this would mean...

We also got to hang out with Mike's buddy Kevin and his girlfriend Marie. Went out to dinner (Carraba's has lame food but lovely Sangria) and walked over to a big field by Mike's house to see the fireworks from Bay Days. We thought Maddy would want to go see the "skyflowers" (told you I liked zombie films) and packed her into her stroller too.

The fireworks started on the walk to the field and Maddy didn't make a noise as they went off and burst out into the sky. We reached the field, parked the stroller, and decided to take her out and hold her in case she started to freak out. Mike had her on his shoulders for a few minutes and, while she gripped his hair so tightly I thought she might rip it out, she didn't otherwise act scared at all-just watched the sky and occasionally turnd her head to gape at the loud little boy behind us.

Mike got tired of holding her (he had been working on the roof all day) and passed her to me. Then Mike's dad expressed interest in holding her so I passed her on to him. Eventually, she ended up back with Mike and he was holding her in his arms towards the end of the fireworks when the big finiale started. As Mike commented, "This must be what it's like to live in Baghdad." Fireworks were going off at a rapid-fire pace, the sky was lit up, and smoke filled the air. Maddy clutched Michael a bit more tightly, but again didn't really make a noise.

After it was over, I took Maddy from Mike to put her in the stroller and noticed her pants were soaking wet. I commented on it and, on cue, everyone turns to look at Michael's shirt. Where there was a good size, circular, wet spot on his stomach.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Friday, September 08, 2006

Surely...

a handful (or two!) of gummy bears count as a serving of fruit. Right?

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Ode to Pepperoni

Maddy is standing (yes, I said standing-by herself. Frightening) next to me singing "Ode to Pepperoni." Don't know how that one goes? All you do is stand with one piece of pepperoni in your mouth and the other one in your hand (raised above the head) and go "yum yum yum yum yum" at the top of your lungs. Occasionally you take a break to grind some bread crumbs into the carpet. At least, this is how Maddy taught me it.

She has become quite vocal now. She definitely knows what "Mom" and "Daddy" means. And she's got voice intonation down pat. Maddy and I talk have entire conversations with each other every day. They go something like this:

Maddy: Mom! (conversationally, rambling)Mom mom mom mom mom.
Me: Yes, Baby. What do you want?
Maddy: (Still rambling.) Mom mom mom mom mom.
Me: Oh yeah? Thass cool.
Maddy: (murmuring)Mama? Mama?
Me: Yes, Maddy?
Maddy: Mama! (smiles)
Me: Yes Maddy?
Maddy: Ghee!

She reserves "Daddy" strictly for when she sees or hears Michael so we're pretty sure she knows who's who.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

The Audubon Guide to Sloppy and Style-less

I got my hair cut yesterday. I did what I normally do-wander into a salon, explain to the hair cutter type person that I know nothing about hair and that its a good day if I even remember to brush it, sit in the chair and hope they will magically transform me into something at least presentable to the general public.

I told her I wanted something "messy" and short. The messy to get by with as little attention as possible and the short to prevent my kid from making me go prematurely bald. She pulls hard.

I could have saved $14 bucks and just stuck my head in my weed wacker.

To top it off, Mike now refers to me as the "rare, North American short-haired Jamee."

Speaking of hair pulling, Maddy, being a one year old has tons of toys about the house. Toys that make noise, toys that teach, and toys that simply just take up space. Her favorite toy? Her parents. She has learned that just like she can press a button on one of her plastic toys and hear a noise (teaches cause and effect!), she can jab her finger into Mike's or my eye and hear a corresponding yelp. And it makes her giggle. Maniacally. And then she does it again.

Stressed out because of a major job decision. Interviewed today for a position as a kindergarten teacher (really? me? teach kindergarten?). Have to decide if I want to go for that or possibly seek a promotion with my current company. It's causing much stress-for example, I have been awake now for 19 hours-woke up at 330 am this morning.

I also have a leak in my house. You can say something stupid-"when it rains, it pours", for example, but that would just make the leak get worse and I would probably put a hex on you.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

My kid is so strange...

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