October, 2009

tricked out

045 It’s mornings like today that make me miss my kit lens so much. Autofocus, I need you so badly! I cannot manually focus with indoor lighting to save my life. Ugh. But look! Jasbaz is a princess this year. Snow White to be precise.

It’s her first year in a store purchased costume. And if I could have captured the way her face lit up when I showed her what she got to wear to school today, it definitely would have been a youtube moment. =) So much happiness.

This is one picture out of about thirty that I took of her and the best of the bunch. In my defense, she was moving around a lot because she was so excited. When I pick her up from day care if she still looks presentable I’ll try to get better shots.

I’m not sure which of the three costumes she’s worn have been my favorite. Let us review.

Last year she went as an angry strawberry.
the stem of the hat she votes for teddy grahams

Pretty much I put her in red sweats and topped it with the cutest hat on etsy. I still want to get one in my size. Maybe I’ll learn to make one sometime next year. But I’m still scared of double pointed needles and that whole process. =\

And her first halloween she went as a bunny/lamb. I’ve scoured my photobucket, flickr, and Andy’s flickr and I cannot find a picture of it. Frustrating. It had better be on a CD at home or I’ll be really pissed. Especially if it was one of the many thousands of pictures that got erased when our external harddrive died two years ago. Now that was a monumentally emotional moment, thinking you lost all of the baby pictures and everything. Luckily, we had most of her tiny baby pictures backed up but a ton of the ones from her first year are missing.

Anyway, her outfit was a white long sleeved onesie and grey sweatpants. Andy refused to let her go to daycare without an outfit so he fashioned a hat with bunny ears out of safety pins and white flannel cloth diapers (never used because we didn’t have a washing machine at the time). He also made her a big bunny cottontail out of a cloth diaper and pinned it on.

Then we took pictures because it was hilarious and sad all at the same time. I remember carrying her in to day care, and she’d only been there for maybe a month or so, and all the ladies going ‘aw, that’s cute. She’s a lamb’ and I just nodded and went with it. Yep or she’s a bunny. Whatevs! Hah.

We always joke about that first costume. She totally rocked it though. In our defense, babies do not care what they wear. They just love to see you smile.

Also, unrelated, but here is an updated belly shot from last Thursday:
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Yes, I am deliberating covering up my THO problem. And no, I do not understand why when I am wearing a sweater and sitting down, people don’t believe me when I say I’m pregnant. Like a lot of pregnant.



i'm gonna write you a letter

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All is well on my front. I have not buried Andy’s remains in the backyard, or even stabbed the man, as we’ve worked out a suitable option for now that stabilizes things. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to wring his throat, but I know he was doing the best he can and wasn’t trying to sink us into massive debt. He’s just money stupid. But I’ve been working on his money education for over four years now and I can successfully say that he is doing SO much better than when before I met him.

It amazes me that schools don’t require every student to take a personal finances classes. Blows my mind. We have to make sure we take at least four different science classes, four math, english, et cetera not to mention sex ed, but heaven forbid we require students to have a solid foundation in finances before we send them out into the world.

Obviously, parents should teach their kids this. But his parents are not fine examples of money management so… well, the shoe fits is what I’m saying. If I were on a school board, that’s one part of the curriculum that I’d change. Mandatory personal finance class or no diploma.

Anyway.

I’ve been paying a lot of attention to the local political scene for my city and while it’s something I think every person should do, I almost preferred my little bubble of ignorance to knowing what block heads we have in our city council.

For example, we voted to raise taxes so that we could get a riverfront museum but then the developer never got his share of the money and has passed deadlines for providing contracts and blue prints for the museum and yet our council hasn’t retracted from the agreement and taken back the several million dollars we gave them. And yet, they are cutting our police force, cutting our snow routes for this year, and thinking about cutting out funding for the animal shelter. They are cutting basic civic services and yet they handed over several millions of dollars to a developer who has yet to actually develop anything or receive the extra private funding he was supposed to have gotten. Nuts.

That’s not even getting started on our local school district which is in complete shambles… It’s an interesting business.

Also, the more I read, the more convinced I am that I’m definitely going to have to sign up on the PTA to help fix some of the school problems (dear God, joining the PTA…. the stuff nightmares are made of…. maybe I’ll make being on the PTA hip) and then maybe from there birdwalk my way up in local politics to get things moving. Or at least harass the appropriate persons in charge.

Like, my current city councilman who is a complete wet noodle. How come only the rich districts have effective council members who actively look after their interests? And why does he not live in OUR district and yet he is supposed to represent us? Ridiculous.



Lang 8

I just heard about Lang 8 through the grapevine and am really tempted to sign up. Hrmm. Either way, I’m definitely telling my sister about it since she’s trying to learn Norwegian (the common version rather than the sing-song oldentongue).

If I do join, which is likely, I’ll be sure to share my thoughts on the site after a bit of use. Has anyone heard of it before?



here is to today being a good day

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a series of disappointments

Today would be the perfect day to go to a concert and drown in music. Too bad I have neither the time or location or appropriate band playing in my city. But still. I think that would make the day so very much better.

My brain hurts.

I think I’m going to stop off after I leave this class and go out to dinner by myself. Then probably knit until all the rage has worn off. If that is even possible. Because homicide is not something I’d like to add to my resume. And the funny thing is that my dear mother can’t even contact the person in question to warn him of my severe anger because the poor bastard has a habit of dropping his phone into water containing objects.

He knows, though.

And there are few things more aggravating than when someone you love and respect does something so terribly STUPID and IDIOTIC and you know that the fluff between their ears works but apparently not when a strip of plastic is between their fingers. HE HAS LOST HIS MIND. AGAIN.

So I’m thinking chicken fingers. And a salad. Although if I really wanted I could go buy a steak for all the financial sanity that he has vandalized. Mortgage bills? Utilities? Oh, Erin will magically make it all better! Yeah. SOME THINGS ARE BEYOND MY POWER YOU MORON.

And please don’t comment telling me to direct my comments towards him because please believe that I will. Vehemently. In tones that will probably make our dog go deaf and shatter lightbulbs. This is like the super friendly watered down version cuddled with kittens and wrapped in satin. Hellfire, brimstone, sulfuric acid… it’s all coming his way. Hopefully not with knitting needles included.