sunny blizzard

~E~ Tell me one good thing about your day. Pretty please.

This letter to Dear Abby got my back up. Well, the letter was fine; it was her answer that pissed me off. Dear Abby: I'm 34 years old and have two wonderful kids ages 12 and 8. I am a single mother, employed part time. I live with my parents and need some advice. I recently met a 35-year-old firefighter who coaches football and has a child of his own. The night we met it was nice. We engaged in physical activity. He called me the next two days -- and that was it! I have called him several times since the last time he called me, and everything seemed fine with him. He said he wanted to get to know me better, so I don't understand why he doesn't call me anymore.

~E~ Flick, goes the light switch. Pop, goes the fixture. Out, go the lights in half of my house. Hmm, goes E, wondering if a call to an electrician is next on the list. I took the cover off the light fixture in the kitchen and found this bizarre set up. I've never seen one like this before. I believe I'm going shopping for tiny light bulbs today. I'm hoping that when I replace them and flick the switch again, I will have light. Wish me luck.

~E~ What have I done? I now share a house with a five-month-old orange tabby previously called Milky Way. I think we may call her Simone. That's the one name that stuck with me as I drove home tonight with her exploring, pooping and vomiting in the car (it was a long hot drive, poor thing). She is a French kitty, in my imagination, and the name Simone reminds me of the waitress in Pee Wee's BigAdventure who always wanted to go to Paris. Daughter was thrilled. Son will not be. Photos coming soon.

~E~ Every so often I read a news article about how a woman breastfeeding her child is asked to cover up, feed her child in the bathroom, or just leave the restaurant or store. These articles are often posted on blogs, and the responses are incredibly confusing. Some folks are shocked that the woman feeding her baby is confronted as though she is doing something wrong; others are shocked that a woman is 'waving her leaky tits around in public' (actual quote). These "oh my god breastfeeding is disgusting" people equate breastfeeding with pooping on the dinner table; they equate breastmilk with bodily waste fluids like urine and spit, and say if breastfeeding is allowed in public, why not peeing in public? They think both are utterly disgusting. (so if eating in the vicinity of bodily wastes is so disturbing, why do they insist a woman FEED HER BABY in a bathroom?) They also seem to think it's absolutely gross that you can "see a woman's boob in public"

~E~ Apparently a toy company came out with a Harry Potter broomstick. For kids. That vibrates. More here. Shortly after Mattel releases its Nimbus 2000 broom as part of its line of Harry Potter toys, the vibrating device begins getting the wrong sort of customer raves. "I'm 32 and enjoy riding the broom as much as my 7-year-old," says one enthusiastic mother on Amazon. That might have been one of my favorite toys as a kid.

~E~ Here's what you do the next time the Klan decides to rally. ...the 100th ARA (Anti Racist Action) clown block came and handed them their asses by making them appear like the asses they were. “White Power!” the Nazi’s shouted, “White Flour?” the clowns yelled back running in circles throwing flour in the air and raising separate letters which spelt “White Flour”. “White Power!” the Nazi’s angrily shouted once more, “White flowers?” the clowns cheers and threw white flowers in the air and danced about merrily. Hee. More here.