Sum>Parts

We took the boys to see Pixar's latest yesterday morning. Being their first venture into a real movie theatre, I took great pains to make sure they got the rules: stay in your seat, whisper only and get extra butter on your corn.

Aaron has a love for all things Pixar that I can't begin to explain. His dream of one day appearing in the "Animators" column in the credits is his life's ambition. This is the first movie he has gone to in months. Knowing this, I had to really lower his expectation of seeing the movie all the way through. I had no idea how the boys were going to be and really believed they would not last.

I was wrong.

Not only did they sit through the whole thing, I had to keep checking JP to see if he had fallen asleep! They were transfixed to the screen and even Seth barely moved.

How was it? Well, if you can over-look the leftist propaganda and the elitist slant of all humans being slobs and lazy asses except for the Hollywood do-gooders.... it was great.

I have a hard time overlooking this. I felt like the movie was built around a sermon. It made me squirm, I admit. I hate being preached to. I hate being spoken down to. That it came from a Pixar film? That's what really pissed me off. I usually love the little lines clearly intended for adults, the smartness of the writing. But the idea that people, universally, would lose their desire to rebel, to love and to connect to each other is more unbelievable than polluting the world to a point it becomes un-inhabitable.

That aside, it was really wonderful. And being able to sit in an air conditioned theatre while my two boys chomped on buttered popcorn for 90 minutes? Priceless. If you consider $8 a ticket and $25 for said popcorn priceless that is.

We are moving. I am not working for another 5 weeks and the internet has een disconnected pending our new address. The boys are in daycare 3 days per week. Its 90 degrees and the 3 foot plastic kiddie pool is fun for about 10 minutes. I am up to my eyeballs in cardboard and trash bags of clothes. With labels.

I am going to pull out my hair. And then, I'm going to start pulling out other people's hair. I could NEVER in a million years be a stay at home mom. A million years folks. I have the patience of a Irish woman at the back of the beer line on St Patty's Day. It isn't pretty.

Did I mention my lack of internet? I am sitting in my backyard using someone's unprotected wireless network. Not even sure if that's legal, but times of desperation call for desperate measures.

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A funny story:

If you know me, you know I tend to name things. So, driving along in the "new" Buick (I bought a 1995 Buick Century to replace my Sienna) with my girls and decided he needed a name.

Me: Autumn, open the glove box and look at the title. Tell me the previous owner's name - maybe we can name it after him. (The previous owner is a man in his 80s who is suffering from severe dementia. His daughter sold me his car, his pride and joy. The car is in MINT condition and I've left the name plates above the handles with his and his wife's name on them.)

A: Ummm.... I don't see it. Oh, here it is: Sadonne??

Me: What? His name starts with a .... give me that! It says "SEDAN"!

Yup. She pronounced it Sa-Don. I freaking laughed for an hour!!

Car's name? Sa-donne Husain Buick. Or Sa-donne for short.

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Seth is about 95% potty trained. 5% more for bedtimes and naps!! Woot!! JP? Loves the diaper, can't do much about it.

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Other than the overly dramatic start to this, things are actually going pretty great. I'm looking forward to this move very much. Not the lifting, packing and cleaning. The start over part. The clean slate. The begin as you mean to go on part.

It isn't easy to let all of it go. To take yourself out of a race that you for so long thought you could win. Its a never-ending marathon and I think we just haven't trained hard enough to keep on keeping on. We just had our priorities in all the wrong places. That's why this move feels so right to me. It makes the letting go worth it and less like quitting.

I was walking in the woods across from where our new rental house is. Just me and Clancy. We were about an hour or so in and no one and nothing was around. Birds. Trees. Mosquitos and May flies. He was running up ahead and then spinning around and bolting right back to me. Sun was peeking through the tree tops and shining on his golden coat. The breeze blowing through the white under-fur and tongue lolling out while he ran up and back and up and back. He would stop and face me, waiting for me to catch up.

"I'm coming Buddy! Go ahead!" Off he would dash, a new tree or rock to investigate. A small creek to wade in.

Always he would run back either on his own or at my call or whistle. Standing there looking at me with a "Ain't this great?" on his beautiful face.

It sure as heck is Buddy.

Boxes. We'll need A LOT of boxes. Mid-July we move!

Very cool! Check this out!

I took pictures for a friend's daughter's quincenera. This is my favorite shot... its just exactly her.

She has a point though doesn't she?

I used to belong to a church like this. But I left because it was filled with hypocrites. And there were definitely sports fans. WTF?

So, I totally pissed this woman off.  To her credit, she is
completely insane.  I guess I wrote something on her Homeopath
group that was Baaaad.  I suggested that homeopathy isn't really
for pain relief (which it isn't).But where I really screwed up was
suggesting that the woman who asked not refuse her cat pain meds
after surgery because, well, that seems a bit cruel to me.  After my
initial mea culpa email and then leaving the group, I got this very
kind response from the crazy list owner:


"Jennifer,

Homeopathic remedies are not pain killers.  Pain killer cover up the
symptoms and make the patient "think" they are well when they are
not!  this is when they get hurt further and have more serious
problems!  Not to mention the side effects to the liver and kidneys
that pain killers have!  But Homeopathy CURES PAIN BY CURING THE
CAUSE OF THE PAIN!  In the case of surgery, the pain is cured by
HEALING the incision, by addressing the swelling and trauma to the
tissues.

I don't need to search the archives to know what Homeopathy can do.
I am a Homeopath and the list's owner...    And BTW, XXXXX is no
longer a member of this list because she KILLED a dog when she decided
she could treat a chronic disease case with her limited knowledge of
Homeopathy.

Our list encourages our new members to learn.  What we do not
encourage is statements such as yours, where the recommendation of a
DANGEROUS drug is given because as a new person to Homeopathy, you
don't know enough about Homeopathy to make an educated
recommendation.

Your post was not rejected because you are a newbie asking questions. 
Your post was rejected because you recommended the use of a dangerous
DRUG in a Homeopathic list. It does not take a rocket scientist to
understand that your recommendation was totally OFF TOPIC."



Just to further clarify: this was on a Classical Homeopathy group I
belonged to, not my beloved SATZ group.  Anyhow, she totally pissed
me off.

How did I get revenge???  This is one part techie dork and one part
genius:

I created a filter on my email so that any email with her email
address attached to it would be immediately forwarded right to her. 
And then deleted.

Why is this genius?  Because this bitch just had about 689 emails
forwarded to her!! I have Gmail:  you don't delete anything in gmail,
you archive it.  Which basically just saves it without it in your
active inbox.  And because I was a member of this group for awhile,
every email that went to the group had her email in it.

AND... it won't look like it was forwarded.  It will have literally
hundreds of people's email addresses!!!  LOL!

God its good to be a dork.

Oh... and if she tries to bitch at me about it and send me an email: 
Its going right back to her!!

I probably need to get a life.