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05.31.08
Please Bear with Me, Sketchbook (0)
We’ve been having too much fun!I promised my mother I’d blog tomorrow.
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05.08.08miss goody two stitches!
Daily, Ford, Please Bear with Me, Young @ Art (6)
Here is where I post pictures of the ebullient first hours after a vaguely dismal four days.
I have lots of questions for my doctor tomorrow, a few directly about my thyroid NOT really operating at capacity. And about those dreadful emo days that just make me want to go ahead and cut myself as I recall them in the joyful days that follow.
I think I need to upgrade.THIS, this is the quilt I made with Ford’s kindergarten class:
I kept all 20 of the students after school one afternoon and we monoprinted like mad with little bottles of fabric paint, 5 plastic plates and one very popular brayer.
It rocks!!! Surprise for the teacher tomorrow, just to let her know we’ve enjoyed those daytime hours this year, all free of sibling rivalry and backtalk. It’s been awesome!
Still, I spent this afternoon drafting a master plan for next year, and may lightening strike me, it involves homeschooling!
Tags: quilt, quilting, Ford, psychosis, hormonal crap, whatevs
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05.06.08punching in, all punchy and stuff
Chas, Daily, Damon, Please Bear with Me (1)I spent time today in the sunshine, running a fast 4 miles, mulching the flower bed under sweet grapefruit blossoms, listening to the quail, admiring the profusion of blooms and bees, only to feel like complete and udder feces. We all have “off” days, when our perspective is skewed; I’ve had about three off days in a row, wondering where this is coming from and waiting for it to pass.
All the while, Chas has been enduring a restless bout of coxsackie virus, leaving him whiney, demanding and without neither appetite nor humor to pull him through.
But I’m helping him, and he is wrapped around me like Silly Putty, molded to my pores. His heightened nipple fetish is getting most annoying of all. It was also our 7th wedding anniversary.
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04.21.08to the A*Hole who stole my twinner
Daily, Please Bear with Me, Running (11)OPERATING INSTRUCTIONS for Teal Green 2004 Baby Jogger Deluxe Twinner
Congratulations! You are the new owner of a four year-old piece of crap jogging stroller made by the Baby Jogger company, subsequently bought by the Bag Boy Company, bought later by Dynamic Brands, in the quest for monoply over the heavily sought-after niche of value priced men’s, women’s and junior golf and its associated running products. RANDOMBRANDING!
You will notice the following improvements in your model that are unavailable in any other double jogger on the market:
- the right tire has an incipient leak which not only adds to the uniqueness of the product but increases your average 5k time by approximately five minutes as you will need to refill this tire nearly every time you set out for your jog
- the foam handlebar cover is now infused with the unmistakable tang of black mildew, which, on its own or in combination with the mildew recently added to the bottom basket, contributes significantly to seasonal allergy responses in most individuals
- for your convenience, the sunshade has been removed permanently, as it is nothing more than a windsail when open and Black Widow spider collector when retracted
- in the mesh baskets behind both seats, I have left one two-month old copy of the Saratoga Times, three miscellaneous advertisements for home improvement service providers in the area, five pieces of recyclable plastic bottles, an assortment of plastic candy wrappers and one Monterey pine cone.
- both child seats are closer together in this model, fostering plenty of sibling rivalry, which means more fist fighting between siblings than ever before possible, and these fights will climax just before you hit a wall in your workout or race
- for this reason, constant overstuffing has left ample room in the baskets behind each seat for baseball bats and clubs with which to pacify quarrels so that you may focus on your workout or race
- in the basket under the carriage, you will find one (1) furry ball that was originally thought to be an owl pellet worth picking up on the sidewalk (to later dissect with the boys, duh), but which, after one month and several sideways glances, suggested itself as a hairy dog turd. I believe this only enhances the owner experience, but you may remove it if inclined. I was too intimidated to decide for you.
- also intended to enhance user satisfaction is the puke-impregnated ballistic nylon seat fabric itself, on not one but both seats of the stroller
I would like to personally commend your ballsy nature in managing to walk into our backyard in the middle of the day and rip off this sunbleached, haggard piece of rotten baby gear. In doing so, you have liberated me from having to push two screaming boys up and down our neighborhood hills while simultaneously whining to a husband who tunes me out to the drone of indie music on his iPod.
Thank you!
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04.03.08
Photos, Please Bear with Me, Uncategorized (7)
bathroom, Laurel’s Cuban restaurant, SF, originally uploaded by young@art.
My next bathroom visit of the evening wouldn’t be so pretty. Damon would have the camera and my jacket and my soul outside the warfield ladie’s room while I rejected grilled sole, habanero salsa and mojitos.
The rest of the photos are up on Flickr, even those tights and shoes I promised
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03.24.08
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03.14.0830 dayz in the treehouse, day 20
30 Days in the Treehouse, Chas, Daily, Please Bear with Me (5)
30 dayz in the treehouse, day 20, originally uploaded by young@art.
Chas, who I rarely ask to pose, still working the treehouse sit-still-and-be-quiet. We just leave the quilt laid out up there now and return every morning. It’s soooo good. Looove the treehouse. Thinking about building an addition, but I’ll have to locate some good long pieces of old lumber first. OOH, we need LACE up there, too. Don’t tell the boys. they might not like that. But I feel like it’s my treehouse too, you know? I mean, why not? Lace.
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03.04.08
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02.12.08RISdee dee dee
Daily, Painting, Please Bear with Me, Thinking, Young @ Art (2)
I can’t do it. But I could.
I could say it at breakfast and he’d start helping to make it happen: we would both be on our computers, on the phone, in between meetings, ignoring less important matters. Mealtimes would come, we may or may not follow. At the end of the day, tomorrow even, we would have in our hands a game plan on recycled paper and napkins, bits of whatever we could find, printouts with cost analysis, a hotly written list of pros and cons, monkeys and butterflies romping in our stomaches.
I sit in bed typing this and look over at Chas, who is still sleeping in bed beside me with his arms outstretched, as he owns this bed now, as well as me. In fifteen years he will be in college, one can expect; in just twelve short years, so will his brother. College money. Though we are preparing, I am staggered by the costs of college, these days. Over ten thousand dollars more per year than when I was in school. That’s what I discovered when I browsed that graduate degree program in painting, tonight.
Grad school. I’m batting my eyelashes at grad school. Am I insane? I’m completely out of my head insane. I don’t need to give someone $70k just to prove it, AGAIN. Give it up already.
Doodle and paint, repeat. And don’t forget to feed the kids their meals tomorrow. Jeez.
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