Sunday, September 30, 2007

A Parade!!





We've been contacted by Children's Medical Center, the hospital where Alice receives treatment for her traumatic brain injury, that they'd like for Alice to participate in the Neiman Marcus Adolphus Children's Parade in December of this year. How cool is that?!?

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Ugh.

Well that was humiliating. I'm not sure who that team was; they were wearing OU jerseys and helmets but I'm pretty sure they were impersonators.

Pathetic.

Well, at least I can take consolation in this. And this.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Tomorrow's agenda

I plan to be parked in front of my parents' wide-screen TV tomorrow at about 12:30 PM. It's pretty much the only TV I have time to watch these days, if you want to know the truth. I don't think I've even watched FOX News in a week or two, and The Closer finished its season a couple of weeks ago.

And what, pray tell, will I be watching tomorrow at lunchtime?

You even have to ask?

It's only September

It's still September for a couple more days. Very early in the school calendar. But I keep waiting for things at school to become unpleasant, since there's always something yucky about every place I've ever worked (school or not). And as for that, there are a few niggling little things that aren't perfect about Ballyhoo.

But thanks to a few horrendously-bad experiences, I don't find them to be deal-breakers. I actually LIKE getting up in the morning and going to work over there.

Okay, the "getting up in the morning" part isn't so great. It never is, for me.

But the going to work? Not bad. I love the students -- but that's always the case for me. I always get along very well with my students. No, it's the staff that I like so much. People here actually respond to my smiles and my jokes and my reaching out for connections.

And tops on that list? The office staff at the high school. They have to be the NICEST, KINDEST ladies I've ever worked with. They get their jobs done, but they're quite pleasant about it, and they treat me like someone they want to work with. As though they're ON MY SIDE rather than against me.

It's refreshing.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Fourteen hours straight

Yes, I was at school for fourteen hours today... the regular school hours, of course, then photographing THREE football games: 7th grade, 8th grade and Junior Varsity.

I am tired. And probably bruised, thanks to a bizarre mis-step while crossing the track to get some closeup photos of the 7th grade game. I went down on both knees and my left hand (I kept my right hand up because it had the camera) and stayed down there for a brief time to re-establish brain contact with the rest of my body. I'm too old and fat to be falling down, yanno? Any-hoo, I will certainly have a bruise on my left knee, since it seems to have taken the brunt of the fall. I was glad I had on corduroy pants, which protected me from a lovely roadrash.

Tomorrow I will attempt to process a couple-hundred photographs from this week. I will make this attempt on an ancient Pentium III. In order to open a single digital photo and manipulate it in GIMP, I must close out every other program running. It takes upwards of ten minutes PER PICTURE. Obviously there isn't enough time in my day to do EVERY photo. I'm gleaning out the very best ones for now and saving the rest for when I get a computer that was at least manufactured sometime during THIS century.

Yes, I've requested a new computer. Dunno if I'll get it, but I've requested it. I talked to the tech dude tonight (he was reffing the football games) and he said that my request is locked in the middle of a teeny power-struggle thing over whose budget it comes out of. Typical! Oh well.

I'm doing the very best I can to make myself indispensable. I think I've done quite a bit better this year as far as the socialization scene is concerned. Last year at North Ruralville High, I don't think I got to know a single other teacher's name until sometime close to Christmas, and I certainly didn't eat lunch with them because I was terrified of all of them. Here I was in a new state, doing the single-mom thing and trying hard just to stay afloat.

This year I started right in learning names and joking around with people, and it seems to be working. I hope. I'd really like to find someplace that can be HOME for us.

In the meantime, though, I'd really like to find someplace soft and comfy to sleep, because I am BEAT.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Fun headline of the day


Police break up brawl at Chuck E. Cheese

The more than a dozen girls, between 13 and 16 years old, went berserk in the restaurant's lobby Saturday night, police said.

They'd been "dropped off," of course. Gotta think highly of parents who expect a robotic rodent to babysit their ill-mannered daughters... or who wouldn't stop to wonder why their SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD is wanting to be dropped off at fargin' Chuck E. Cheese. PuhLEEZE.

DOUBLY unfortunate, I'd say

Hunting incident deemed "unfortunate accident"

I'll say. In fact, double that. Not only is it quite unfortunate that the guy got shot in the face, it's sheer humiliation to know that his hunting buddy mistook him for a skwerl.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Just in case you ever wondered where shooting stars come from...



(h/t to my pal NorthernLight)

Evil, vicious evidence

Florida toddler and cop in squirrel carnage

3-year-old Kevin was bitten 9 times in the attack, the trooper was treated at a local medical facility for his injuries, and another adult was also wounded in the attack – from which the squirrel escaped unharmed.

The squirrel responsible is still at large.


Stay AWAY from those vicious little beasts, I keep telling you. Skwerls are NOT NICE.

THIS is how they should always be dealt with:

Sunday, September 23, 2007

A wee bit o' snark

Yes, the hunky guy in my dreams ALWAYS wears a shawl... doesn't yours? "I am Inigo Montoya... you keeled my father... prepare to die," he says, giving his stylish white scarf an indifferent toss.

Is that guy's moustache fake?



I wonder if this poor model knows how much she looks like a Dr. Seuss character? Or that her necklaces are backwards? Or that she's wearing a big white balloon on her butt? I guess it could be worse, however:

For the eternal kid who can't get enough of the ball pit at the McDonald's PlayLand, that's just the outfit. One question, though: how do you go to the bathroom while wearing that contraption? And if she leans over too far, do the pointy-things on her shoulders pose a danger of popping the balloons in her skirt?

I suppose she could be the PE instructor at a preschool...

Fashion shows are such great snarkfodder.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Homecoming Fru-fru

I posted last year about the Texas tradition of the Homecoming Mum and how elaborate they can be. Last night was the Homecoming over at Ballyhoo, and I got lots of lovely photographic evidence of this time-honored regalia (click on the picture for the enlarged version):

Notice that young men actually wear smaller versions on their arm, and that many of the girls' mums actually LIGHT UP (as evidenced by the photographs in the lower right corner of the collage). The Homecoming Mum is a serious affair, no doubt.

Kittyblogging

Indulge me, here. It's Doodad again, the cutest little terrorist-kitty anywhere.




He simply torments Bijou mercilessly and fearlessly:





And yet manages to be irresistibly adorable at the same time:


He's very smart; he already uses the big-kitty litterbox and not just the teeny one in his kennel. He looooooves to play fighty-bitey and yet is lovey and cuddly when he's ready to stop playing. He's hilarious to watch as he skitters and pounces on invisible mice and flips tail-over-head at odd moments for no apparent reason.

Women and cats do as they d***ed well please, and men and dogs had best learn to live with it. --Alan Holbrook

Skwerl meets Ol' Sparky


The story behind this skwerl execution can be read here.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Just for laughs

Here's a video of some guys yukking it up (literally) (nyuk nyuk nyuk) at the Comedy Barn in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee a few months ago. You might want to let it play to the end. Keep tissues handy; your eyes will probably be watering by then.






And here's a video of a girl watching that video.




Hee hee!! I wonder if she has a boyfriend, and if he's deaf.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Homecoming Week

I'm even busier than normal this week. My life is nutso.

Friday night, I'm not only photographing the Homecoming Court, I'm manning a face-painting table to try to raise $$ for the art department to purchase a real school-sized ceramics kiln.

It remains to be seen whether or not I survive.

I shall, however, promise to post a picture of myself as I dressed-up for "Crazy Hair Day."

You're welcome. I know you can't wait to see that one.

Tomorrow?

Nerd Day.

I've already proved myself in that arena, though.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Yet another reason


Got Crocs? Be careful on the escalator

Four-year-old Rory McDermott got a Croc-clad foot caught in an escalator last month at a mall in northern Virginia. His mother managed to yank him free, but the nail on his big toe was almost completely ripped off, causing heavy bleeding.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

The Flush Revolution

Japan flushing away toilet taboos

"The Japanese have realized that the old-fashioned custom of avoiding the discussion on toilets and bathrooms only resulted in dirty outhouses. Today, in Japanese homes, the toilet takes pride of place," said Koo Ue, spokesman for the Japan Toilet Association (JTA). According to Ue, modern bathroom trends reflect the high respect that the Japanese have for clean, healthy lifestyles. The catching up has been swift. Ue and others like him who promote flush toilets supported by sewage systems report impressive and rapid gains. Flush-toilet use in the country now stands at a respectable 88%, much higher than the pathetic figure of 50% just a decade ago, according to the Japan Sewage Association.


The traditional Japanese squat-type toilet:


And the modern kind, with all the gadgets you could ever want:

If only...

Skippin' church! (shhhhhh!)

Yes, I'm skipping church today, along with Martha. I have a sore throat and she is completely congested. It feels so... so... so indulgent. Especially since my Jewish friends have just spent several days in synagogue celebrating Rosh Hashanah. But hey, when you're sick, you're sick.

They're doing flu shots at school in about three weeks. We're ALL getting one this year. My days of taking unnecessary risks are over.

Well, okay, there will still be a few unnecessary risks, because I'm just that way. I have, in the immortal words of Crush the Sea Turtle, "serious thrill issues." But not with germs. I have a giant bottle of hand sanitizer on my desk and students use it all the time. So do I.

I take 2000mg of Fish Oil, 500mg of calcium citrate, sublingual B complex, and a multivitamin every day, washed down with V-8 (one bottle a day as my breakfast).

I hate being sick.

Elisson goes berserk

He sez:
I am a lost soul. Damned by Cookie Desire. There still may be hope for you, though. Do not try the Cakester. You will regret it if you do. Trust me.


Saturday, September 15, 2007

LOLcat

My week in review

The beginning of the week saw me as a bundle of nerves, since Wednesday I was going to be in charge of the entire district's fall picture day. I marshalled the troops (my yearbook staff) and we plunged in headfirst, playing it by ear but coming out fairly decently in the end. I don't think I made too many enemies, or at least none that I heard about. I learned a few things and, if given the opportunity to do it again next year, will change a few things.

Friday night was yet another football game -- those things come up quite a bit, I think -- and this week it was in Nocona. We lost, 21-7.

But today my Sooners schmeared Utah State. They'd better have schmeared them, is all I'm saying. Utah State? Who made THAT schedule?

And best of all, Iowa State Cyclones BEAT IOWA today at Jack Trice Stadium in Ames. YEEARRGH!!! I love to see Iowa get pounded. heh Of course, I'm not a fan of ISU when they're playing OU or Texas A&M, but other than that, I'd like to see them whup-up. Especially when it's against the Hawkeyes.

Hooray for Michigan, who finally makes it into the "W" column with a decisive smackdown of the Flighty Irish. As my AuntyOh said, "That'll be one to watch, because somebody has to win that game." [snicker]

And finally, kudos to Tennessee for putting the hurt on the Florida Gators. Wheee!! WHOA WTF happened? When I left that game, it wasn't lookin' like that. YUGGH.

Meet Doodad

Doodad is a stray kitten we found at school and brought home earlier this week.


Don't let Doodad's mild-mannered appearance fool you. After we de-infested him (he had a milyun fleas) and gave him something to eat, he perked right up and has become a regular little terrorist.


Doodad is a fearless little guy who attacks Bijou at every opportunity and from every conceivable vantage point. He leaps from the tall couch as if it were just a tiny step down, races into the kitchen, then races back into the living room merrily.

The kids and I have desperately wanted a kitty-cat for the longest time, and I think we might have finally found the one for us. Dad was rather curmudgeonly about it at first, but when I talked it over with him, he agreed.

And true to form, Doodad is especially fond of Dad and always climbs onto him whenever he sits on the couch. Don't they always seem to gravitate toward the person who doesn't like them? At any rate, Dad has softened quite a bit about the whole thing. He's the one who came up with the name, actually.

I figure it will be shortened to "Dude" at some point in the near future.

Scottish tragedy

Rally ace McRae, young son feared dead in helicopter horror
World rally star Colin McRae and his young son were feared dead after his helicopter crashed and exploded near his Scottish home.

The 39-year-old driver was thought to be at the controls of the French-built Squirrel helicopter with his son Johnny, five, as a passenger when it crashed a mile from the family farm in Lanarkshire just after 4pm.

Strathclyde police confirmed that at least one person had died and it is believed that there were four passengers on board altogether.


You know where I'm going with this, don't you?

Two main problems:

1. Driving anything French-built
2. Driving anything called a Squirrel

It is a horrible tragedy, though, regardless. My deepest condolences to his young family and the families of the others in the craft along with him.

For no particular reason


This place is a couple of miles from my house. I don't want to know what the cars painted on the sign are supposed to be doing.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"I don't hold it against the squirrel..."

A close encounter of the furry kind

I squatted down with the granola bar in my outstretched hand, the nugget of food perched about a centimeter away from the tip of my finger so the squirrel could see what I had to offer.


This can't end well... and Ms. Millikan, they ARE vicious. Why is it so hard for people to get this notion through their heads? It's okay to say it: SKWERLS ARE VILE LITTLE BEASTS.

It reminds me of the Appeasers who just can't bring themselves to call evil people EVIL... and then DO something about it. [sigh]

NEVER FORGET.


September 11, 2001

I won't forget what happened.
I won't forget who did it.

Neither will my children.

Whoa... I'm nerdier than I thought...


NerdTests.com says I'm a Slightly Dorky High Nerd.  What are you?  Click here!


Thanks to Elisson for ferreting this one out... sheesh.

Monday, September 10, 2007

This oughta be good

Or not.

Cooke County's sheriff race isn't until next year, but the waters are already warming up. Incumbent Mike Compton (left) has been Cooke County (TX) Sheriff for more than a decade. And he says he's got more he wants to accomplish.

What would that be?

He's being challenged by Ken Fogus. I know nothing about Mr. Fogus whatsoever, so I won't (at this time) throw my support behind him OR the incumbent.

Nonetheless, I think I might have to do a bit of digging on both these fellows in the weeks to come. I realize that probably none of my regular readers has the slightest interest in a local Texas sheriff election, but it won't take up the whole blog. Just a couple of posts here and there, that's all.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

The Top Twenty Starship Captains


And guess who's Numbah One? He certainly made it so in MY opinion.

How to REALLY get rid of skwerls


Massive South Carolina Squirrel Migration?

Sure, the term sounds funny, but it's serious stuff. In September 1968, squirrels searching for more hospitable living conditions along the Eastern Seaboard ended up dead along the highways and floating in lake spillways throughout the Southeast.

Wildlife officials have no idea whether another September migration is near, but they do see a repeat of one factor in the most recent one: The Easter freeze wiped out white oak acorn production.

The article warns homeowners of an increase in the numbers of marauding skwerls invading bird feeders in backyards all over the area, because the varmints are hungry.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Fashionblogging

I haven't done any fashionblogging in quite a while, but the Spring '08 runway shows are in full swing, so there's plenty of blogfodder to be had.

Tonight I bring you: Vera Wang. Seen in the below photo on the left (with Donna Karan), Vera Wang herself doesn't appear to know how to dress herself attractively:


That silk tow-sack chic isn't working for me, especially since it looks like she's just wearing a long skirt pulled up to her ribcage and no top. I'm hoping there actually ARE straps and that her long hair is just covering them, but that photo makes her appear to have absolutely no breasts whatsoever. (I am going to feel really, really schmucky if she had a radical mastectomy or something awful like that, but I Googled it and couldn't find anything.)

She does, however, know how to design beautiful clothing for other people:


That is so classy and so lovely. I'd like to see Gillian Anderson rock that dress at the Oscars next year, with her locks returned to their Titian splendor of X-Files days. Ho-Ly-Cow.

Okay, not all of her collection was as elegant and timeless, unless you consider muu-muus to belong to that category:
The color is fabulous. The cut? Well, not so much. Ill-fitting and shapeless. Do Not Want. Unless it's her nightdress and she's supposed to sleep in it.

I loved all the color choices in Vera Wang's show; most of them were like these two, belonging to a palette which I tend to wear well. I generally like her work, because it seems to embody femininity and grace and glamour and Real Haute Couture. That's probably why her wedding dresses are so sought-after.

Tandoori chicken

Even though I can't eat chicken at all anymore, here is a yummy-sounding recipe from my aunt's neice's mother-in-law, who's from India:


TANDOORI CHICKEN


1 1/2 lbs chicken cut into pieces
1/2 tsp coarse salt
1 tbsp fresh lemon juice, butter for basting


Marinade:

1 1/4 cups natural yogurt
1 tbsp garlic paste
1 tbsp ginger paste
1/2 tbsp red chili powder
1/2 tsp garam masala
1/2 tsp cumin powder
salt to taste
1 tbsp peanut or vegetable oil
1 tbsp fresh lemon juice

Remove skin from chicken and make deep incisions. Sprinkle lemon juice over chicken and rub in the salt, and then set aside for 15 minutes. To make the marinade - whisk the yogurt in a bowl, add the remaining ingredients and mix thoroughly. Add chicken to prepared marinade, coating well, and leave in refrigerator for 6 hours.

Ready to bake - preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place chicken in covered roasting pan and bake for 20 to 30 minutes until chicken is completely cooked, basting with butter. Garnish with onion rings, lemon, and tomato wedges.

(From Geeta Akolkar)

R. I. P. Madeleine L'Engle

From the AP:

Author Madeleine L'Engle, whose novel "A Wrinkle in Time" has captivated generations of schoolchildren and adults since the 1960s, has died, her publicist said Friday. She was 88.



She was a wonderful author and she'll be missed.

Finally!!

I was just on the verge of emerging from the withdrawal symptoms and being internet-free... and then Google let me back into my account.

As an aside, if any of you (and if you've ever e-mailed me, you did) received a Quechup invite from me, it was sent out WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Stay away from Quechup at all costs, folks. They are scum. If there were someone I could report them to, I would. And I apologize profusely and copiously for the unwanted e-mail from me. There were people on my address list that I really didn't ever want reading any mail from me ever again, and that probably looked weird getting a social-networking invite from me.

As soon as I realized Quechup had stolen my address book, I went in and changed my password to my Google account.

And then I completely, totally forgot it. Not even a remote clue. Still don't know.

What I didn't realize, though, is that if you forget your password in Google, you can get a notification e-mail sent to your alternate e-mail address.

However, I hadn't changed my alternate e-mail address since leaving Des Moines and our old ISP, so that address was defunct.

In that event, Google will give you your "security questions" (mom's maiden name, etc.) that you put in when you applied for the e-mail account. Yep, they'll give you the questions. But not for FIVE DAYS. I can see why, sort-of... but if they're security questions, why won't Google give them to you automatically?

Today was the first day I could access the security questions, which I promptly answered and then began the arduous task of digging through five days' worth of e-mails.

As a wrap-up, let me remind you: STAY AWAY FROM QUECHUP. They should be shut down for their unethical practices.

Monday, September 03, 2007

ParTAY!

Back in July, the Lake Texoma fireworks had to be cancelled because of the incessant rain and flooding.

They had a bit of a dilemma, however. There were all these fireworks lying around, having been prepared for the July 4th celebration, and they needed an excuse to shoot 'em off.

Hence, the Labor Day Fireworks Display at Kingston, Oklahoma last night:


Granddad, Grandmother, JoeMama and Aunty Ada (who's reading my recently purchased copy of The Dangerous Book For Boys).




The fireworks display lasted for thirty minutes and was spectacular and beautiful. Good job, guys!




Aunty Ada's youngest, Daniel, wrassles with Isaac. Don't they look like the positive/negative versions of one another? Good grief.




And this, my friends, is Granddad, who originated the goofiness in this family. Don't you love the danglies?

Linky roundup

Stuff I thought was interesting today:

Hello Kitty goes traditional for Japan's youth
Twirling and sliding in a bright red and black kimono, the cat that epitomizes cuteness for legions of fans the world over performed traditional steps normally reserved for geishas and kabuki actors to a rapt audience of mainly preschoolers.
Memoirs Of A Kawaii Kitty?



Lock of Che Guevara's hair to be auctioned
Gustavo Villoldo, 71, was involved in Guevara's capture in the jungles of Bolivia, according to unclassified U.S. records and other documents. He plans to auction the hair and other items kept in a scrapbook since the joint CIA-Bolivian army mission 40 years ago.
Disgusting. Auctioning off a mass-murderer's HAIR. What will we see next, Christie's having an auction for Hitler's fingernail trimmings? Gacy's lucky shirt?




Study Finds Surge in Bipolar Diagnoses

His mother, Susan Montanile, said Charlie was a precocious, disobedient and moody 3-year-old. He later had vivid, violent nightmares and violent outbursts in school.

"He would cycle even within 10 minutes, from hysterical giddiness and laughter watching TV" to screaming when she called him for dinner.

It was "like walking on eggshells," she said. "You never really knew within a given hour what was going to happen."

Psychiatric medicine has helped, but has also caused weight gain, drowsiness and other side effects.

Montanile worries that the new study might embolden skeptics who blame "bad parenting" and think afflicted children are simply misdiagnosed brats.

A generation ago, bipolar kids were likely mislabeled as simply truants or troublemakers, said Christine Walker, of Winnetka, Ill., whose 7-year-old son, Schuyler, was diagnosed a few years ago.

"This has always existed," Walker said. "It just didn't have a name, it didn't have a face."

Welcome to my life for the past thirteen years. I don't care how much Bipolar Disorder is being diagnosed or how much anti-psychotic medication is being prescribed for it.

For all we know, kids and grownups have suffered from this for hundreds of years or more, and have lived with it untreated. Maybe children who suffered like this used to be beaten or institutionalized (or both). I can completely understand why.

If there's anyone who thinks my daughter was misdiagnosed, I wish there was a hidden camera in this house RIGHT NOW so you could see for yourself. We're in the process of trying to find a shrink specializing in adolescent medicine that takes our insurance, because her medication (which worked brilliantly for the past two years) either needs to be increased or changed.



A brief moment of schadenfreude... heh...
Who's an idiot now?
I really should feel sorry for the guy; it's rather unChristian of me to snicker when someone's hurt that badly. I apologize.





Fried cookie dough named Best State Fair Food
It was the third year in a row Gonzales has been honored. Last year, his fried Coke earned him an appearance on national television and was mimicked by fry cooks at other state fairs.

That's one thing I will NOT be consuming at this year's State Fair of Texas. In fact, unless they sell Tomato Soup On A Stick, I'm probably out of luck.