Ravelry: Obama-rama by Laura Birek This sweater is cool, but in no way reflects my affection or affiliation with Obama, only my admiration for all things knitting.
I am not all gaga for Obama. If you know me, then you know that I am for Dennis Kucinich all the way and I think it is a shame that more people don't get it. But dont' get me wrong, I am happy it is Obama in Office and not McCain, but I am also of the like who think anyone would be better than Bush. I don't like Obama's cabinet member choices though and I wonder what happened to all this "change" talk, when so many of his choices are elite politicians with one hand up their domocrat sugar daddy's you-no-what and the other hand in the government till. When I think change, I think new, big ideas, idealism, fresh start, not Rahm Emanuel. Then there is Lawrence Summers, who if some of you recall, was president at Harvard for a few years until he publicly commented that, "women lack the intrinsic aptitude for math and science."
You can't appoint a bunch of "politicians" and expect them to promote change. Did Obama not get that memo? Or was he running under the guise of change but really just like all the rest and flying high on fancy retoric? Only time will tell.
My candy was stolen. Can you believe that? My faith in humanity dwindles a little more every Halloween, but this year really tanned my hide. I left a bin on my porch with a note that said, "Please take a couple, Happy Halloween." We were at a party, came back two hours later and someone had dumped the whole bucket, taken all the good stuff and scattered the left behind tootsie rolls all over my porch. What little shits. I was so mad.
After I got over the initial repulsion I had fun scaring little kids and then watched Pushing Daisies and ate Sunspire chocolate covered peanuts. Z can't have food coloring because it makes him go looney bins, so we stock up on healthier candies the week before and then he exchanges the crappy Halloween candy for the good stuff to satisfy his sweet tooth. He complains a bit, but he knows that he feels like crap when he eats the bad stuff, so he mostly obliges.
Some positive things:
Zep carved his own pumpkin this year. (I think it resembles Sloth from Goonies)
I knitted my hat in less than 12 hours and I think it kicked butt. (Ravelry details here)
Zep was the absolute epitome of Clint Eastwood, The Man With No Name. What do you think?
I encourage everyone to do what needs to be done and make this country a better model for peace, justice and environmental stewardship.
This is probably the greatest blog entry I have read in all my life. (Not for the republican faint of heart, but I would read it anyway, you might learn something LOL.) I especially think that Isismoon will get a kick out of it, but now she will also probably get a bunch of visits from right wing fanatics wanting to know why she is such a tree hugging liberal. Really now, I just don't understand why tree hugging is such a bad thing. There are lots of trees in Alaska to hug. I bet Sarah Palin has hugged at least one tree in her life. Now McCain, probably not such a tree hugger because Phoenix has more Cacti than trees, but perhaps he appreciates the Colorado River. I digress. Go here: Margaret and Helen
I don't know much about this band, Miracle Fortress, but I like what I have heard so far and I am absolutely fascinated by this video. I learned about it from this great blog, Magpie and Cake I go there often because they just find the most interesting things. It is my little way of feeling creative even when I am not being creative. Inspiration.
It isn't just the magnadoodle thing. That is amazing, yes, but the imagery really touched home for me. It captured this place in childhood that I so often think of but can rarely put into words. That freeing time, not always easy, but free. A great release of emotion that comes with being able to move and sing and play and be innocent even when things around you are the complete opposite.
Well, that was hard. We got through it, now we our remembering and moving on and struggling a bit at times, but generally back to normal. The funeral came and went. We dealt with family, some not so easy to deal with. I visited Bro's grandmother often and read her mail to her, many cards with condolences, many documents of unfinished business. Through all of this we were transitioning from one house (getting it ready for sale) to another house (wonderful, huge, dreamy, overwhelming, the best). Zep is easily sleeping in his own bed, his own room and really enjoying the independence. We have a new kitten. My love bird, Gibson, died unexpectedly. Homeschooling has begun in earnest, many babies have been born in the last 4 months, I got a parking ticket and forgot to pay and was briefly in trouble.
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