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This is the message I got on echo this morning from Julie. I think she loves me.
[ ...YO!!!!!!! This message comes from dreaming @ 08:05...What can I say? I have been busy, busy, busy and don't have much to tell you, except to report on that little mash note and other miscellany.
hey, and go blog something, lazy cow.]
We took the kids to a cool thing this weekend...a historical-recreation baseball game . However, they did seem to like the playground best.
Other than that, it's been Brownies, Brownies, Brownies. We're having our first-ever Court of Awards tomorrow...a ceremony where we give them their badges and such. We had to write one up (ed: I'm not posting the whole ceremony because it's not interesting to my regular readers, but if you're a leader who googled Court of Awards and ended up here, feel free to email me and I'll forward a copy. It's nice.) I made a cool ceremonial candle ring for them to use, which should be fun. They dig pomp and circumstance. It's hiding in the garage.
Speaking of the garage, it's currently full of stuff for Saturday's tag sale. Mostly, I'm just hoping that people pay me a little money to haul off some of my crap before the basement gets finished. The only down side is that Emily has decided that she wants a little sale table of her own, which severely restricts how much of her stuff I can try to sell out from under her. But it's cute. She's really into it. She's going to sell cookies (I had to make a double batch yesterday. I seriously need the 6-quart KitchenAid. I should sell mine at the tag sale and use the money toward a new one!), Kool-Aid, and abandoned Happy Meal toys.
Only two weeks until my horde descends on Lisa's otherwise orderly world. I wonder if she really knows what she's in for. Speaking of which: Rachael, do you still have a port-a-crib in your house that Lisa could please borrow for the week, so I don't have to drag mine from here? Or is that part of your life way over and gone? I'm not really clear on how old your little one is now. Somewhere between 4 and 14, I think.
I have Ronald Reagan on the brain. All this propaganda has me confused. Was he really a bad man? Was he really a terrible President? Do I just hate him because he was a conservative Republican and therefore to be hated without further consideration? I am going to contemplate these things this week, away from the television. Either way, I'm kind of grooving on the governmental grandeur of it all. And Lisa gets a free day off!
Am I glad that we have no cicadas here, or sad? I think that I wish we could have them for a day or so, but the interminable buzzing would make me go all VanGogh.
OJ Simpson is still looking for Nicole's killers, but not as hard as before. Apparently, they were not on the 16th green, and that was that.
I'll be around...
Posted by volfie at June 8, 2004 08:26 AMYou may have enjoyed the cicadas. I believe you would have gotten used to the buzzing...just in time for them to move on. The buzzing wasn't really constant. It came and went. The little buggers were actually pretty darn groovy.
Posted by: Reader on June 8, 2004 09:06 AMmusing about Reagan: I can appreciate his family's loss and I am sorry that he and his family suffered from his dementia. I can not say what kind of a man he was - though he cheated on his first wife and Ron Jr. was conceived before the divorce from Jane was finalized. he proclaimed a pro-family stance despite his personal failure to his first family. he was a bad president - running up huge deficits while at the same time cutting every program that offered hope to poor and disenfranchised people. he could have done much to address AIDS early on but chose to let those people suffer in what he must have felt was a deserved consequence. despite the propaganda, he did not save America - it did not need saving. his politicfal legacy is the current neo-conservative crap we all have to deal with, including the shrub currently in office. I would not go so far as Bette Davis did upon hearing of Joan Crawford's death - but Reagan was no friend to me.
Posted by: alan on June 8, 2004 11:19 AMTerry, sorry. I gave it away a long time ago. Quinn, my 8 year old, never really slept in his basinette/crib anyway... he still sleeps with me. (I know, ching ching)
Posted by: cybrsane on June 8, 2004 11:20 AMi am embarrassed to admit it, but i don't know what on earth bette davis did when informed of joan crawford's death...but i am now dying to find out.
Posted by: terry on June 8, 2004 11:39 AMWill a Pack -n- Play work? I may have found one of those.
Posted by: delegatrix on June 8, 2004 11:51 AMtotally. please make arrangements to borrow it so i don't have to drag mine.
Posted by: terry on June 8, 2004 01:01 PMquote: My mother told me only to speak good of the dead. Joan Crawford is dead. Good.
Posted by: alan on June 8, 2004 02:56 PMI wanna know the scoop on Joan and Bette, too!
Posted by: glamoursmith on June 8, 2004 03:04 PMharsh. but hilarious.
Posted by: terry on June 8, 2004 03:25 PMDo you want a high chair? I can't locate a booster seat.
Posted by: delegatrix on June 16, 2004 10:20 AMa high chair will be great if you can get one.
Posted by: terry on June 16, 2004 12:52 PM