The Age of Napoleon, p. 13 213.6 miles not too hot
I'm up +.6 pounds (with wet hair, though my notes said "red" hair, rather confusing!) Blood pressure is borderline.
85 recordings of 36 types.
Rasmussen: -19: 45/54.
I babysat today. For some reason I was on a short fuse and Joanna seemed to cry whenever I least was able to deal with her. I found myself saying "shut UP!" under my breath a lot. Gareth was catching up with his busy week, I guess, since he was mostly sleepy and subdued.
Tonight was a cute Music Circus, The Marvellous Wonderettes. It was supposed to be at a high school prom in 1958 and a reunion ten years later. LOVED the music, since I grew up with it! Presumably we were voting for prom queen, but in reality it was just for show. The fun thing was they picked on a guy in the front row to be "Mr. Lee" and his wife was having hysterics. It was great fun to watch her, and they ended up with a picture, too. Rich didn't feel well at intermission but was able to stick it out for the whole show.
He says problem: The car’s in the ditch. He says solution: Nationalize the car company, raise taxes on the driver, and mortgage the ditch to China. Gotta love that Bamster. petefrt on August 19, 2010 at 9:15 PM
He gets in, buckles up, makes sure the girl gets in and gives him instructions, (girl in case he guns it and it gets away from him), he drives 8 feet, a girl reporter says “he’s driving”, he tries to stop twice, figures out how to turn the mean machine off, gets off and says That was “pretty smooth”
No crap “Cousin Eddie" ya drove an electric car 8 feet on a polished concrete floor was it gonna be bumpy?
“Pretty smooth” Urkel ya gumby doll lookin dweeb! What a wuss!
D is for dumber than a box of rocks! R is for reverse this mess, back us up to prosperity, full employment and a great stock market, back us up to George Bush!
Flashback exit quotation via Jim Geraghty: “If Republicans want to campaign against what we’ve done… that is a fight I want to have.”
From Ace, a plea on turnout:
Either way, liberals will be taught a lesson this year.
But they can learn one of two lessons:
1, America doesn’t mind a little socialism and the electoral condquences for pushing it are minor and livable, or
<b>2, My God What Have We Done.</b>
We need the lesson to be 2.
If it’s 1, we lose something forever.
From the comments: “So, their big argument for why they should be re-elelected is that they promise to fix the horrible legislation they lied to us about and passed over the public’s very vocal objections. Good luck with that.”
Obama may have had no choice but to introduce a large stimulus bill to stop the economic bleeding, but healthcare reform (and the way it was done) represented an overreach and stressed a political system that was already dysfunctional.
The Age of Napoleon, p. 13 213.5 miles not too hot
85 recordings of 36 types.
Rasmussen: -18: 46/53.
Today we went to the Yolo County Fair so I could see my picture and bid on it.
$5 to park and then it was free. We came in right at the Art building, so that was done. I had pupusas, a sort of meat turnover from El Salvador, and Rich had a chicken sammich. We saw all the proper county fair things, animals, produce, quilts, kids' displays... it's a really nice little fair. We were there a few hours. One thing we got was a coupon to have a free tuneup from Staples on my laptop. Maybe I can get it to work faster, wouldn't that be nice!
Paul Smith Pelosi wants mosque 'transparency'. How about posting bills 72 hours in advance of a vote so all of us can read them? Doh!
Scott Ott Did I doze off for a couple of months and miss the huge Republican groundswell for privatizing Social Security? To hear the president tell it, the new GOP scheme would turn over all the funds in the Social Security lockbox to Morgan Strawman.
Just to set the record straight, those of us who advocate getting the federal government's bumbling hands off of our retirement funds, don't want to "privatize Social Security", we just want to control our own investments, make our own decisions, and wear big boy pants.
We went caching in the Yuba City area again because there was a pizza party tonight there. When we filled the gas tank, I calculated I got 27.7 mpg from my Sunday trip!
On the way up 99 there was a sudden slowdown. A truck loaded with plums had overturned, spilling them all over the road. One lane had been opened, but it was going to be awhile before that mess was cleaned up.
Our first cache, at the intersection of Clark and Kent, was oddly enough about Superman. It was our #7200 and about 44 miles away. We were doing country roads north of Yuba City.
At the Penny Candy place in Live Oak we were looking for a cache and just as Rich said let's go in and look for it later, he found it. So then we got to go in and look at the penny candy, most of which is a dime. Rich got some cinnamon chocolate gummy bears and I got a couple of rolls of Necco wafers. And so on up to Gridley. (I forgot we had the coordinates for a puzzle cache which was right where we were. Oh, well, we'll be back in the area next week.)
Then we headed west and did caches north of Gray Lodge, giving up to go the 4 miles back into Gridley for lunch at Taco Bell. And so back out, working south toward Yuba City. We cleaned out a few more in Yuba City. There were also a few new ones.
On one of the new ones, I had read the whole text out loud to Rich. I suggested some areas it could mean and I was looking in all the right places while Rich was all over the place. Then in a comment I read "awesome camo" (indeed it is) and Rich immediately reached up and picked up the cache. Dammit.
I had a haiku ready for one of the haiku caches, but it was gone AGAIN so I wrote two others.
We had a haiku* all ready for a find but Once more, DNF.
*(This time we found it It is so much easier when the cache is there.)
Third time still no find. Our ignore list is full with Yuba City hides.
37 caches, 9 DNF's, and 2 Travel Bugs. The party was fun, though a lot sparser than last month. We won a geocoin and a necklace in the door prizes. On the way home we tried one last cache near the strange lot with the statues in it. No luck. Oh, well, a good day!
The problem is not just incoherence, although that’s a part of it. It’s arrogance, and that’s nothing new at all from Barack Obama — and he has the book to prove it.
Yeah, we all hate Obama’s agenda, but really, his PR people have done an epically poor job this summer, haven’t they? I mean, WHO thought it was a good idea to shut down LA traffic to attend a $30,000 a plate fundraiser in Hancock Park? Who thought it was a good idea for Michelle to jet off to a 5-star Spanish resort? In the middle of a Depression? Obama isn’t supposed to worry about this stuff, he has people who are paid to worry about it for him. They should all be fired.
At least Bill Clinton practiced saying “I feel your pain” enough so that he seemed believable. They’re not even giving Obama the right words to say.
rockmom on August 17, 2010 at 5:56 PM
While many poked fun at former President George W. Bush for mispronouncing words and stumbling through sentences, observers note that he rarely had to backtrack on his answers because he employed a simple and direct messaging approach.
Cause’ he was a man of his words. When he said something to the American people, he meant it, he believed it, and you knew he would make it happen.
There’s alot to be said for a straight talking, honorable man who speaks the truth.
Bambi is too nuanced for his own good. Slicing and dicing every phrase so he can land on the right side of any issue because nobody can decipher what the hell he said.
I was babysitting today and I thought I'd try something with Gareth. I recreated the Zoo scene to see if he'd catch the symbolism. No, it's a bit beyond him yet. He is beginning to play pretend, though, especially with the Fisher-Price school bus. The toys get on (through the door) and talk to each other. I did ask if they were going to the zoo, but he just smiled.
On the whole, it was a low-key day. Gareth is such a good age... he plays a lot by himself. I need to check in on him now and again, but unlike a few months ago I don't have to hover. Meanwhile, Joanna eats, plays, needs her diaper changed, and sleeps. Not too hard yet. I imagine in a few months these guys will drive me nuts.
Reading: The Age of Napoleon, Will and Ariel Durant, The Bible (Zachariah), Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, The Murder List, Julie Garwood, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
Rasmussen: -19: 43/56. "Sixty percent (60%) of voters now favor repeal of the recently passed health care law. Fifty percent (50%) say repeal would be good for the economy." B-b-b-but they said we'd learn to LOVE it.
It begins: With the new ObamaCare regime in place, the issue of cost has now become openly part of the FDA process. This is a perversion of their mission, which is supposed to only involve product safety and effectiveness, not bean-counting. If Medicare doesn’t want to cover Avastin, that should be a separate issue handled by CMS and HHS. This strongly suggests that the FDA has become politicized to a degree where their recommendations lose credibility — a dangerous situation for consumers and providers alike.
It’s not that voters think The One is responsible for the country’s problems, in other words; it’s that they think he’s been simply miserable at trying to solve the ones he inherited, to the point where even the much-loathed GOP is set to get another bite of the apple. Which, of course, is why it’s so absurd for Obama to be touring the country right now telling people that a vote against Democrats is a vote for fear. They’re already so terrified at what Democrats are doing that they’re willing to return a party that they have little confidence in to power simply as a check on the left. I asked this in the generic ballot thread but it bears repeating: How do you screw up so titanically that even an opposition held in disgrace as recently as two years ago starts to look good by comparison?
I was excited and woke up early. We'd taken the presents for Lexi out to the car yesterday, so I didn't have too much to remember, and I did get everything. I had a lot of snacks for Gareth, and water (I was a little worried about that, afraid they'd do a bag check and disallow the plastic bottles. In the event, no problem.)
I said goodbye to Rich and started off a little before 8, getting to Bernadette's at 8:20. Gareth was thrilled. He likes to go places with me. We got his shoes on. Bernadette had packed a warmer outfit, which was a good thing. I was a couple of blocks down the street when I remembered she wanted to have a present for Lexi, so I turned around. I figured she'd not start for church till 8:45. However, back at the house she was gone and I woke Rob. Bad mother-in-law!
Oh, well. At the junction of the street with I-5, I almost made a wrong turn and headed south, but fortunately with no traffic I was able to correct the error and go in the right direction. Then I had no trouble getting to my cousin's apartment complex in Benicia. I parked on the street and decided (wrongly) that I wouldn't have to put Gareth's monkey leash on. I also decided to change him, so I had his clothes, a couple of pictures and a container of freezer jam, and him to carry. Once we got out of the parking lot I put him down but held his hand. Then it turned out Linda's apartment was the third building. We knocked at the door but no one came. The old guy across the hall came out. When we still didn't get any answer I checked with him that I had the right address. Back to the car, to sit G. down so I could call. She said she'd meet me at the entrance to carry some of the stuff, but she went to the other entrance. I had just re-loaded all the stuff and started back when she called. I didn't have enough hands for the phone, but the old guy (who Linda calls her stalker) told me she was in, and we finally got in and back together.
I changed Gareth's clothes and used the bathroom and then we were back in the car about 10:30. The drive down to the zoo was fairly simple. Linda says she's never gone to the City over the Golden Gate Bridge. I looked at the route and decided I actually know this way and would get confused downtown if I took the Bay Bridge. This route took us by the Beach Chalet (fun memories of Bay to Breakers races) which Linda remembered from a date she’d had and which she’s been trying to locate ever since. There’s a geocache there, too, having to do with the Depression-era murals. Anyway, I turned the corner onto Sloat and found out the zoo parking lot was full.
Oh dear. So I went across the street to the parking strip, nearly getting in the way of a motorcyclist. No parking there. I’d already recited the Mother Cabrini rhyme: “Mother Cabrini, don’t be a meanie, find a spot for my machine-y” (taught me by a nun). Around the block we went and there was nothing. I came back along Sloat, watching people waiting for the spots that were opening, sigh. I was about to turn and go around the block again when I spied a truck getting ready to leave… but just as I headed that way, a car whipped over from two lanes over! Argh. But then I realized the truck was taking up two places, so I waited for the truck to leave and the other guy to park and then parked myself. Right across the street from the zoo. Mother Cabrini really came through! The other guy asked if the one-hour parking didn’t apply because it was Sunday. Indeed. (I worried for a second but spied the “except Sundays”) sign. The other guy unpacked a Radio Flyer with a canopy, and we chatted for a while about Little Red Wagons. Then I unpacked the stroller and sorted the stuff so I had just one bag, mine because it was bigger, but Gareth's medical information and stuff. And off we went! Across the street and into a line to get into the zoo. Here, about 1215, I called Rich. We also got Gareth's socks on. It was brisk, I'm sure glad I took a sweater!
About 1 we got into the zoo, me for half price, and I could have lied about Linda but didn't, and Gareth was free. Right to the information booth: sympathy for the volunteer who had the same question a gazillion times, and right into the Yo Gabba Gabba line. They were at the end of the penguin pool but we didn't see this for awhile, since the line was well over an hour and about a quarter mile. I could never ever have done this without Linda! As it was, she would hold our place in line while Gareth ran around a little. I kept stoking him up with snacks and we would go back to the stroller for awhile. If I'd had him alone I'd have had to keep him in the stroller and there would have been tears and turmoil.
We didn't see otters in the otter pool, but when we finally got near the penguin pool I showed them to Gareth. He got right next to the fence and started to talk to the penguins. He had a long conversation with them. I'm guessing he talks to his stuffed penguin at night. It was pretty smelly there, what with the fishy smell in the penguin pool and the cat urine in the cat house. (We never did make it into the cat house, though later we saw most of the big cats.)
I kept pointing out the YGG characters but they were too far away from us for Gareth to see. Finally he spied them. He was interested. They were trading out characters so that three of them were on stage every time. Then Foofa came in and he wanted to see her Right Now. I scooped him up and there was a bit of unhappiness, but he was good about still waiting. Toodee left and Muno came in, then Plex left and Brobee came back (he was the one who left when Foofa came in.)
The lady ahead of me who was on her own (and I'd been helping her a little) let us go first (and she got two pictures, too. They'd gone down the line saying everyone would only get one.) Gareth was especially thrilled with Foofa and leaned toward her. He sorta did a high five with Muno, but never related with Brobee. I was just happy he didn't decide they scared him. This bodes well for November's show.
OK, then we could do what we wanted, and what we wanted was to eat. It was past 2, and while we'd been stoking up the boy, the adults needed FOOD! Linda got us chicken strips and fries, and G. ate those and a fruit cocktail plus the rest of the cheese stick I'd opened in line. I called Bernadette because I was so happy it had worked out.
Then we wandered the zoo. I didn't see the orangs (apparently they're gone) and we didn't go up to see the gorillas. (There's got to be an elevator somewhere.) Oh, well. When we got back to the penguin area, the line was finally down. Oh, it's 3:45. I wonder how long they'd have been there if they didn't stop the line. I keep asking... I think there must have been a couple of thousand kids there. We said "byebye" to the Yo Gabba Gabba characters and Gareth said "byebye!" to the penguins all on his own.
Then on to the children's zoo. Gareth was pretty worn out by then, so we didn't have him go out to pet animals or anything. He did see the prairie dogs and the meerkats. (Who apparently decided they'd had enough of the paparazzi and went in just after we came there.) I didn't get many pictures because I was dealing with Gareth. Still, I'm glad I was prepared. At the children's zoo, I saw someone lost their card to say which picture. Very sad. I made sure, again, that I still had mine.
We were on our way out, and I called I called Roni about 4:15 thinking I'd get out quickly but the photo line took time, I had to change Gareth's diaper at the car, and it all took a lot of time. I had a guy help me with the stroller since I couldn't seem to collapse it.
I had forgotten I couldn't turn left from Fulton onto Park Presidio but figured out how to go the way I wanted to go, and unfortunately we pulled up at Roni's just at 5:45 as they were leaving for dinner. I gave Lexi her presents and handed the "splat toys" to Roni, and she had left out a number of boxes for me and Bernadette. We loaded those up and tried to break into the house, but I couldn't make the code R. gave me work. Oh, well. I repacked the car and off to Linda's, where we arrived about 7. This time we stayed in the car while she brought out some lovely clothes for Gareth. I called Rob to tell him it'd be a little more than an hour. And I checked in with Rich the third time of the day. (Again, good planning to charge up the phone.)
And so back to Bernadette's house. Gareth never conked out, but he was definitely in a daze. It was about a half-hour to sunset as I went over the Yolo Causeway, and the bats were streaming out. That's only the second time I've seen that from the highway, so exciting!
I got to G's a little past 8, dropped off the stuff and home about 9. 13 hours, 311 miles, very very very tired but so happy.
Scott Ott Pres. Obama Said: "And tonight, we are reminded that Ramadan is a celebration of a faith known for great diversity." SCOTT OTT NOTES: Of all that I think I know about Islam, I don't recall knowing this. Also, Pres. Obama's attempt to link opposition to the Ground Zero mosque with historic instances of resistance to synagogues and Roman Catholic churches is ignorant at best, at worst dishonest and malevolent.
Scott Ott That Union-payback bill Rep. Pelosi just rammed through will send $878 million to Pennsylvania. The country's credit is ruined, its books inundated in red and the people who teach our children will now provide another living lesson in how to destroy a nation. No new jobs. And once this is gone, the swine will put snout to trough again, grunting urgently for satisfaction for the children.
I took the dog for a short walk around the neighborhood and saw a lot of interesting things. a kid mowing the lawn with a push mower, a cop, houses for sale... I picked up three flyers, varying from $125K to $250K. I was interested in the house that backs onto the high school field... "nearly every room has a view" (?) Of what?
Mostly I was cooking down tomato sauce and charging all the batteries, the cell phone, the camera (all of them) and replacing the picture card so I will be sure not to run out at an awkward moment tomorrow. (In the event, I only took about 15 pictures, but I didn't want to have to change out just as Gareth was meeting the Yo Gabba Gabba folks.)
The Obama administration seems to be feeling sorry for itself. Robert Gibbs, the president’s press secretary, is perturbed that Mr. Obama is not getting more hosannas from liberals.
Spare me. The country is a mess.
...This would be a good time for the Obama crowd to put aside its concern about the absence of giddiness among liberals and re-examine what it might do to improve what is fast becoming a depressing state of affairs.
Hey, here’s a novel idea. How about the White House and its current thin-skinned, dilettante resident try doing a little research before shrieking about foreign influence in their opposition’s political organizations?
Although a cool guy on the surface, with all the best Zen moves of an aging-Boomer, in the crunch he has almost always shown himself to be a coward and to behave and act in the tradition of the hack liberal pol, pandering to interest groups and preserving the status quo ante.
Oh, also, yesterday I had a major brainstorm. I was trying to figure out how I could take Gareth to the San Francisco Zoo to see the Yo Gabba Gabba characters, all by myself. (I tried to talk Rich into bagging his usher's meeting to go but he didn't want to.) I knew I could drive it without a problem, but the idea of waiting in line with a two-year-old all by myself just didn't seem like it would work. Suddenly I remembered my cousin in Benicia. I called her and asked if she could/would come with me and she was delighted. So! We're going to Yo Gabba Gabba on Sunday. I will take lots of snack food and we'll see if the two-year-old is going to cooperate and not be terrified.
Pelosi was on Top Chef (of COURSE she chose blue!) Ick!
Glenn Reynolds: TUNKU VARADARAJAN: The Case For Obama/Hillary 2012. Lots of people are saying this. A few quick thoughts: 1. This smacks of desperation. It’s basically an admission that the Biden pick was a mistake.
2. Is Hillary Clinton really the fresh new face that will excite the American public?
3. If Hillary is going to be one heartbeat away from the Oval Office, would you want that to be your heartbeat?
I’m just sayin’.
JIM TREACHER: Harry Reid isn’t a racist… he just judges people by the color of their skin.
Rasmussen: -22 This matches the lowest Approval Index rating yet measured for this president. (Apparently Michelle Antoinette's Spanish vacation isn't helping.) Overall, 43% of voters say they at least somewhat approve of the president's performance. Fifty-six percent (56%) disapprove.
Bernadette is starting back to work at the photo studio. (She was also going to work tomorrow but that was cancelled.) So at 0-dark-thirty she was here dropping off the children. I took notes, let's see if I can remember what happened.
Joanna was first in the jump chair, then the crib. At 8:20 she fell asleep on her tummy while I was warming her bottle. Meanwhile Gareth had most of a waffle, a bit of peach and a sip of milk.
Joanna was up at 9:30. The nipple on the bottle is too lax, and the milk is flowing too fast, so she chokes. A lot of crying. I held both of them on my lap while we watched Yo Gabba Gabba.
"I cry" is "outside"? Maybe.
Back on her tummy Joanna went right back to sleep at 10:30. I turn her on her side when this happens. The tummy is more comfortable for her because of all the gas. I woke her up at 11:35 and gave her 3 ounces of milk. A big BIG burp (Bernadette calls her her "dainty little princess") and then to the jump chair.
Gareth's lunch was a half pineapple cream cheese sandwich, a peach and milk.
Joanna had gym time, then a 1:15 nap. She woke up at 1:50, so when Bernadette came I'd just fed her. Bernadette told me that she wouldn't be needed tomorrow after all. Whew! I love babysitting but I'll have to get used to it again. This time I'm really tired!
Tonight was a Cabaret show, "Shear Madness." It started slow, in a hair salon, with a lot of on-stage activity going on before the show started. I was, as noted, tired and occasionally dozing off. Then suddenly there was a murder and the detective started asking the audience what happened. At intermission the detective was in the lobby to field speculations and answer questions. Then the second act answered the questions, we voted on who had dunnit, and they finished with the popular villain being the villain. There were a lot of local jokes, political jokes (acceptable in this show, unlike in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.) It's basically improv gone mad. I thoroughly enjoyed the show.
[Angle] should ask Reid if he reads.I remember in 05 he said ”this is the worst economy since the great depression”.Yeah when unemployment was around 5%,dow was over 13000,the fed govt was receiving record tax reciepts and the deficit was only about 30 billion over THIS MONTHS defecit. She really needs to make a commercial out of that statement ,and compare and contrast then and now. Show whats happened since dems took over congress in 07,and how its really spiraled out of control since obamanomics was forced upon us. (I don't remember the source of this quote.)
Rasmussen: -19: (wow) "Over the past week, the Approval Index ratings have been more volatile than usual and it is unlikely that perceptions of the president have shifted that much. Rather, with results reported on a three-day rolling average basis, it appears to be the result of one day with results outside of the normal range working its way through the system. Over the past couple of months, the president’s full-month Approval Index rating has been -16 or -17 and that appears to be the baseline range at this time." Approve/Disapprove is 44/55.
My brother is heading to Centralia Washington for his 50th reunion! I was at that graduation! My sister graduated from Lewis&Clark college and he graduated from High School, so my Mom and I drove from Laramie to see these. I spent some time with my sis at the campus, and also enjoyed the graduation. I backed my car into their garage door. (but my brother can't tease me too much, because after graduation he ended up in jail and had to be bailed out.) He was so hungover the next day and we were taken to Hoquiam where I had my first view of the ocean.
I thought all our plants were covered with tent caterpillars, but they are apparently spider webs.
Rich left the car unlocked last night, but we lucked out and nothing was stolen.
I went over to Mass and it was Father's birthday. The door code for the chapel wasn't working. I hope it got fixed quickly!
Today a friend from BBS days who now lives in Houston was back in town so we went down to Elk Grove to pick him up, took him to lunch, and over to see Bernadette. A pleasant couple of hours!
The DVR was acting up today. Half the things I was going to record disappeared off the list, but when I tried to put them on again, it said "you are already recording this." Then they didn't record. Fortunately, most of them repeat later so I was able to get them, and I've been keeping an eye on the machine since. Tuesdays has most of my shows: Hawthorne, The Good Wife, White Collar, Criminal Minds, Covert Affairs, and Warehouse 13.
there are two lessons that can be drawn from this episode. First, the vaunted Obama political machine that swept to victory in 2008 was vastly overrated. Now that it is entrusted with the mundane business of governing, the Obama machine is frequently stammering and wrong-footed.
Second, Obama's calls for sacrifice are much like those of Al Gore. It would be easier to take them seriously if Obama himself showed any inclination to set an example.
There is a difference, though. Whereas there is no global climate crisis, there really is a federal fiscal crisis. Next year, President Obama will ask you to make a sacrifice to address the fiscal crisis--he is going to raise your taxes. When that happens, bear in mind that he himself has not been willing to make even a token, symbolic gesture in the direction of economy.
Gareth was snoring. I didn't sleep well, for fear he would wake up crying. I checked a few times and when he hadn't moved for hours I had to make sure he was still breathing. In the end, though, I was awake before he was. He was really good in the morning. He was happy to see Bernadette but not frantic, still playing. Then we went to the library.
We were the only people there. Gareth has learned some more skills. At last he's riding (sidesaddle) on the riding toy, and when we played with the Play-Doh I showed him how to roll it flat and he did it. He painted some lovely pictures. I kept them mostly so we can use the other side at my house.
If they’d stayed focused on jobs and the economy instead of spending nine months gestating an unsustainable new boondoggle, they wouldn’t need to practice omerta about their track record now. An irony to savor, though: Didn’t the nutroots heroes in the lefty blogosphere insist repeatedly at the time that passing O-Care was the only sensible electoral course of action, precisely because it would give Democrats something to boast about in the fall? Letting the bill drop and shifting to an economy agenda would depress the lefty base, we were told, which would mean total destruction for The One’s party in the fall.
Today we had Gareth and we kept him overnight, because tomorrow's library day and it's easier if B. doesn't have to come fetch him only to bring him back early tomorrow morning. He's growing up so fast! He says some short sentences like "look, Mommy!"
Today when Bernadette dropped him off he never looked back, it was "hello--bye." In fact, I hadn't set up the kitchen gate when he came by, so he tried to put it up himself.
He played with the garage. He surprised me by knowing how to spin a toy (Brobee) with both hands. I found a book of a truck that has wheels (the book, that is) which he enjoyed.
Lunch was chicken and dumplings and some cheese on a cracker and a little milk. He fed himself. He says "Tooee" for Toodee. We watched Yo Gabba Gabba "Summer" while I warmed up his food.
Play, play, books, play, Yo Gabba Gabba "Family" and a poetry show. I'm getting more and more kids shows saved on the DVR.
Dinner (an omelet with zucchini and carrot) was about 5, early, but he hadn't napped. Again he fed himself. Dessert was yogurt. Then there was wind down Yo Gabba Gabba and bed at 7. I want to get a portacrib for our room.
"Gareth, let's change your diaper and get your jammies on." He bursts into tears... and says "OK" and comes over crying. He was such a good boy all day long!
That was scary: Hatchlings was messing up and I thought I was going to lose all my "pets." Fortunately, it came back in time.
A busy day! We started off early to go to the Fair Oaks Harvest Day. This time we were early enough to see Farmer Fred (and in my case, to meet him.) We tasted peaches and tomatoes and grapes. We looked at people's gardens, and saw tomatoes the size of melons. We also got some goodies, including a sand timer for the shower. I figure I'll use this as a timer when Gareth is a bit older.
Then we went over to Town and Country shopping center for the "first annual" tomato fair. It was pretty lame, but we enjoyed seeing the stores and going to Trader Joe's (for balsamic vinegar.)
Tonight we had tickets for the New Christy Minstrels. We arrived an hour early and still had a lenghty line which eventually stretched around the block. We got a good seat and waited... they started a bit late but played all the good songs. We all sang along on most of them, just like in the day. Great fun. I liked the one new song about 9/11. At the end, Randy Sparks said they were starting a foundation to introduce music to young people, because they "think young people should learn that music is for more than vibrating your car." We bought a CD, how could we not. Reviews for the sold-out show.
We were next to the owner of Relles Florist who somehow thought maybe a picture of him with "Barbara Matsui" would help his sales. Not with me, it wouldn't!
Requiem for an Ideal. They don’t want to “discriminate” against committed same-sex partners. They have no appetite for penalizing them, and every reason to salute their fidelity. They only wanted to retain the word “marriage,” and the radiant idea described by those humble syllables. The same people who assure us marriage is a dusty old bit of poorly tended nostalgia also understand its true power. That’s why they believe it must be expanded… and therefore diminished.
(comment) I’m rapidly growing weary of the way society has become a place where traditional Christian beliefs are thrown out the window because they’re considered archaic and just plain wrong, yet when it comes to any OTHER religion’s hang ups, we all must be tolerant and understanding. ...I’d like to know when anything related to the beliefs of Christians got put on a list of things that will be changed no matter the topic, no matter how long the belief has been held. No Christian prayer is allowed in school because it supposedly violates the separation of church and state. Kids in school can’t have Christmas parties, Christmas vacation or anything that might be construed as involving Christian beliefs because it might offend non-Christians. But non-Christian holidays, traditions and celebrations (as long as they’re not Jewish or involve Israel) seem to be acceptable.
Ten years ago, they said “all we want is civil unions, we don’t want marriage, marriage is for the breeders, we want our own unions constructed on our own terms.” You see how long that lasted.
I'm a tenth of a pound up, but have good blood pressure.
Yesterday, speaking at a Ford Motor plant, the president pitched the auto industry bailout as an act of patriotism and suggested those who oppose it lack faith in the nation. However, most voters continue to believe the bailouts were a bad idea. White House officials are now saying that the federal bailouts indirectly helped Ford. Recently polling shows that Ford remains much more popular than GM or Chrysler, an advantage that first appeared when Ford chose not to accept a bailout.
To be is to do. – Socrates To do is to be. – Sartre Talk: This I know how to do. – Obama apostic on August 6, 2010 at 8:12 AM
David Harsanyi If marriage were freed from the state, folks at The New York Times editorial board could avoid making outrageous claims like "marriage is a constitutional right." (Apparently, anything can be a constitutional right at The Gray Lady, as long as it's not mentioned in the Second, Fifth or 10th amendments.)
Today we went for the new Roseville Road caches that are closer to us. We started at the south end of the string and worked up to where we had started the other week. That was 10 caches, two dicy parking jobs, one chat with the people at the storage facility who wanted to know more about geocaching, and at the end, we ran into some other cachers we know, who found the cache. We told them how to find one that they had trouble with, and they told us how to find another we had had problems with. This all took a couple of hours and we got home.
I had a phone call: let me copy my Facebook info about it:
Jan Yarnot had a most irritating call from the manager of the Yreka motel I complained about. Rather than an apology, he tried to make it all my fault that the room was dirty and had a broken chain lock and ants. This because we didn't complain right then. After driving 550 miles, we think it shouldn't be *our* job to ensure a clean functional room. Which is what I told the guy as I hung up.
The Music Circus play was Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. I enjoyed it well enough until they worked in a George-Bush-is-stupid joke. You'd think they'd know better after the problems they had a couple of years ago with Proposition 8. There's a place for political satire, but I don't think it's in a non-political musical.
Today was Bernadette's first day back at work (at the photo studio), so I babysat both children. Gareth has a nasty diaper rash which is beginning to heal, so I was to let him run naked in the pool and don't feed him anything acidic.
I gave him cereal for breakfast, which was fine. He's feeding himself mostly. (I still feed him his yogurt!) At 7:55 Joanna went from zero to frantic in one second. I gave her a bottle and she managed a big burp, but still cried herself to sleep.
Gareth is a good age: I can check on him regularly but I don't have to hover over him to keep him from killing himself. He enjoys being able to run free in the playroom and living-dining. And the carpet screams for barefoot, very comfy. He's able to open the bathroom door (later I put a baby-proofing knob on it) so I had no privacy.
For lunch I gave him chili mac, and it was halfway done when I realized it was not a good idea with the diaper rash.
In the afternoon I discovered he was eating the fake, foam, banana. He also had bits of the fake lemon. Oops.
Joanna cried a lot today. She was glad to see her Mommy. Gareth smiled at her and went back to playing with the cars in the playroom, and he cried when it was time to leave. Made his Nana very happy. Bernadette says he calmed down quickly, so it's all good.
Once again, a liberal proponent of higher and more redistributive taxes (e.g., Daschle, Geithner, Rangel) has acted antithetically to what he professes. In his 2004 campaign, Kerry alleged near-treasonous behavior (‘Benedict Arnold’) on the part of companies that relocated out of the country to seek lower taxes. The psychology of this hypocrisy is hard to figure: Does the technocratic guardian class believe that, as an overseeing nomenklatura, the laws should not apply to them? Does loud support for taxes in the abstract serve as some sort of surrogate ethical compensation for avoiding them in the concrete? Or is there an assumption that such elites won’t get caught (remember, Geithner and Kerry only paid up when public attention turned to their avoidance)?
Reading: What If? edited by Robert Cowley, the Bible (Zachariah), Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, The Murder List, Julie Garwood, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
Vince and Niki have been married 9 years. My niece asked if they were going to have a fly-by by the Blue Angels again. Actually, there's a good chance of a great aurora borealis, that should do!
65 recordings of 33 types. (so I've gotten behind, and it doesn't help that today I'm watching on-demand episodes of "The Colony")
Rasmussen: -15: 46/53:
Sixty-seven percent (67%) believe media release of secret documents related to Afghanistan War hurt national security. Sixty percent (60%) believe that members of Congress cannot be trusted with top secret national security documents.
Heh. "In Obama’s defense, the only competency he’s demonstrated is in campaigning. "
I was fairly agnostic on this till I saw the reaction: the "hate" is on the pro-gay marriage side. They're the ones who got people fired for their beliefs.
jhngalt9 at 8:47 AM August 04, 2010 Honestly, most people are sick of hearing about this. Gay marriage has gone down in every state it has been on the ballot. The score is 31-0. Many people I know that support gay marriage generally still don't want the homosexual lifestyle promoted in schools. The attempts to try to change the meaning of marriage through the courts also caused alot of resentment as it did with the abortion issue. Referring to opponents as bigots and homophobes and exposing them to harrassment is another problem. Civil unions would have been a reasonable first step but the radicals won't have any of it.
Michele Bachmann The price tag for Obamacare will be paid by your children and grandchildren, but you're now stuck footing the bill on the Obama Administration's $700,000 PR campaign promoting this trillion dollar monstrosity.
I finished the Nevada Barr book (Winter Study) I'd gotten wet. I usually really enjoy her, but this one seemed a bit disjointed and just horror piled on horror. You'd think I'd like one about snow and cold during a Sacramento summer.
Reading: What If? edited by Robert Cowley, the Bible (Zachariah), Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
On our last day coming home from the trip, a rock flew up and dinged the windshield with a small star. We've been forgetting about it, but Rich finally got in touch with USAA, and a Safelite repair is free! So the guy was coming out this afternoon. Only, he called about 8 to ask if it was OK if he came at 9. I said "yes" and then went looking for Rich, who was out on his daily scavenging trip. I ran out to the car... with my Birkies on instead of sensible footware, and drove along his route. I ended up at the softball complex and there was his bike, but no Rich in sight... so I left a note and came back home. With absolutely exquisite timing, he got here just before the Safelite guy, so he could watch the whole repair. Which is fascinating. I was particularly struck by the camera pen he used to verify the authorization. Then he tidied up the star and attached a plate to the inside, then pumped in some liquid and waited for it to solidify. What's left is just a tiny mark which won't expand all over the windshield.
In the afternoon we went out to Orangevale to get a traveling cache we couldn't find in Reno 7 years ago. This time it was easy. We really didn't know what we were doing in 2003! We took it to the local shopping center. It was good we found it today, because it was picked up within a couple of hours and taken to Portland!
In the process of going to the local mall, we discovered our local Round Table is gone!
I got an interesting letter in the mail. Back in February when I was at the Retreat, a lady asked my permission to take my picture. She painted it and has entered it in the Yolo County Fair. She send a picture of the painting, and I guess we'll be bidding on it.
I ordered a camo onesie for a little girl, for the baby shower I'm going to later this month. Appropriate for a geocaching baby, no?
All Your Dreams Are Extinct Come on, Science! First you take Pluto from us and now this? I’m not angry. “Angry” does not fully convey the hurt and rage I feel. I am, in fact, LIVID over these new findings about the triceratops never really having existed. Are you serious?!
Do you have any idea what you’ve done this time, Science?
Think about it. All those The Land Before Time movies. Every overpriced pack of plastic dinosaurs at the history museum gift shop. The freakin’ Blue Ranger’s Dinozord. The stuffed plushie I had between the ages of 3 and 23 THAT I LOVED SO MUCH. All of it has just become a LIE thanks to your “research”. Exactly what are we supposed to do now? Just change all those fond childhood memories of the Triceratops to Torosaurus? What the heck kind of name is that, anyway? Was that the dinosaur ancient cavemen fought with bright red capes for the pleasure of spectators? That’s not cool!
Okay, that’s kind of cool. BUT STILL.
Is it just that you science types have so little to do in your day that you have to do something like this just to mess with us? Maybe you kids need a hobby or something. Try jogging. With today’s Two-For-Tuesday, you and a science buddy can get a little more blood and oxygen to those big eggheads of yours without dashing our widely-known dino-memories against the wall like so much glass. It’s got an extremely accurate solid state accelerometer sensor that keeps track of your steps and a precise Activity Monitor that helps you attain all those fitness guidelines the US Surgeon General recommends until she gets bored and decides to change them all like a bunch of jerks I know.
Poor Mr. Tri-Tops. He was such a squishy little guy. And so brave against the night terrors, too. But, in light of recent events, I can’t help but wonder who he really was and what else he was hiding from me. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY, SCIENCE.
Somehow, the People In Charge of Science-Type Things heard our plea, even before we posted this writeup. While it’s somewhat disconcerting that Science is able to harvest our very thoughts and make them reality, we are very glad to see that cooler eggheads have prevailed, and that the majestic name Triceratops shall continue to delight children young and old.
This was a much-needed recovery day. Rich went to get the ice cream he's been earning as a blood donor and discovered our local Baskin-Robbins has closed! He found one a few miles away, and found out he was really supposed to redeem these coupons one at a time. They let him bring home the 12 or so "pints" (12 ounces) anyway.
I vacuumed. Nothing shows, but the container is always full. For a dog who doesn't shed much, Pharaoh certainly puts it out. At least, unlike Sailor, it doesn't show.
Oooh, look who's on TV for a change!
Rasmussen says the days of Obama’s whine and moroses have come to an end.
[He says, on the title page, "John Kerry and Barack Obama hardest hit." Heh.]
After eighteen months and a trillion dollars in spending have left us with lower employment levels than at any time in the past generation, Obama finally owns the economy. He bought it with our grandchildren’s money.
There’s a reason this clod [Kerry] lost in 2004. He’s an insufferable prick and a life-long hypocrite, and more people than not realized it.
In the playbill last Friday there was a picture from 1986, Sarah Tattersall as Laurey in Oklahoma! I thought about it awhile before writing ST to tell her, and to repeat how much we always enjoyed her performances. (1986 was the year before we started.) I didn't want to come across as a stalker, which is why I haven't written or commented on her Facebook account more than a couple of times. I got a nice note in reply, and she said that was her breakthrough professional performance and how much she liked Music Circus, and that she'd write the office to get a copy of the playbill for her parents.
I lost -3.2 pounds last month, as I believe I already posted, with borderline blood pressure.
The Youth Group at church is raising money to go to World Youth Day in Madrid next year, so they were washing cars and we had ours done while we were at Mass.
This was our day to do the State Fair on our own. On the way we saw "Mr. Pickle" waving at cars on our nearby corner... and on a corner 5 miles away! Teleportation? A fast runner?
I couldn't find my favorite sunhat (it turned out to be in the closet where it belongs and where I looked!) so I took the collapsible one Roni gave me.
The first thing we did was look for food. I got my corn dog... OK, I've been to the Fair now. Then we went to see the dinosaurs. The line wound around the outdoor exhibit but seemed to move fairly quickly. I got lots of good movies. I'm definitely glad we didn't take Gareth, pretty scary stuff if you don't know they won't get you! And it's loud.
We filled out forms for various free stuff. The computers were filling out the city, etc., how come they didn't fill out our names? There were kids in the corn kernel sand box, and I wish we'd come back with Gareth the other day. Or maybe not. We got actual fruit at the garden this time, and also Rich got some watermelon.
Rich was wearing his new blood donor t-shirt which asks "Are you my type?" It was a great conversation starter, and got him double jelly beans.
In the kiddie park, there's a Cars ride. I bet next year this will be a winner. We just got to that end of the fairgrounds in time to see the end of the mutton busting.
We went back through the buildings and bought splat toys for all the smallfry. We have two extra, too. Then we went out to the car and dropped everything off. Annoyingly enough, then, I got stopped on the way back for having my knife in my purse. Never mind that I'd been inside all day. I went back to the car, though I was tempted to go around the corner and just pocket it, since they don't check that. I figured, though, with my luck, they WOULD check me, I'm such a suspicious type.
In the exhibit buildings, there was a media "Top Chef" competition. It looks like the Food Network and Bravo are quite safe. I would have liked to know who won!
We got a t-shirt with dinosaur on it for me, and then went for food. I had a twisty dog, good stuff. I saw the line for Weird Al and got to it, but Rich discovered there had been an earlier line for seating passes. Which I missed. So we found a patch of grass across the walkway and staked it out. Eventually there was a big crowd there, too. We had to stand for the show, but it was a good view.
Weird Al wasn't as much fun this time as last, probably because I'm not as familiar with the songs he's parodying. Also, during his costume changes, they had "AlTV" with clips from other shows (yes, Yo Gabba Gabba, too.) This got tedious. In fact, for his encores he did the songs I like. Oh, well. We were on our way out then, and watched the short firework show, too.
Weird Al's songs I took notes on: Pregnant is the New Skinny, Those were the Good Old Days (as a tour guide on the Jungle Cruise), You're Pitiful (one newer song I know!) and I Bought it on EBay.
As a former member of the Boy Scouts, I am especially peeved, and I mean with extreme prejudice, that Obama chose to go be oggled and adored by Baba WahWah and Joy Blowhard on The Spew, instead of honor the Scouts with his appearance at their 100th Anniversary celebration.
If anything, this particular Obamateurism may have convinced even more people who were stupid enough to vote him into office in the first place not to make the same mistake in 2012!
pilamaye on August 1, 2010 at 9:20 AM
I vaguely remember reading this somewhere: CLINTON: I feel your pain. BUSH: Pain…ah, it’s a terrible thing. BARRY: I’ve been briefed on your pain.
Lurking Vet on August 1, 2010 at 9:20 AM
As annoying as his supposed empathy is, I had to go with the snub to the Boy Scouts. His continual insults to all things traditionally American has to be purposeful and there will only be one 100th Anniversary.
Cindy Munford on August 1, 2010 at 9:31 AM
As a boy scout leader, and father of two Eagle Scouts, I find topic number three as disgusting and over the top. What a loser this guy is to shun our sons in favor of a personal appearance on a gossip TV program.
Keemo on August 1, 2010 at 9:52 AM
All worthy candidates. It’s getting to the point where I have to set up a decision matrix.
1. Change not coming fast enough: off-TOTUS; stupidly ideological, and I’ve come to expect this nonsense from O.
2. Not far removed: off-TOTUS; factually laughable and also unverifiable because we don’t have information about their school-loan payments; I likewise continue to expect this BS.
3. The View vs. BSA: here, Obama had the chance to mull this over and yet consciously chose the nitwits over the conservative boys.
4. photo op with fraudster: this was hilarious, but you have to place the blame on his incompetent administration.
5. mongrel people: once again, off-TOTUS (seeing a pattern); it’s a hilarious screw-up, but his supporters whom he offended will ignore it.
In the end, I went with elevating the nitwits on The View over the Boys Scouts. What a douchebag; our dumbest and most effeminate president evah.
19 Kids and Counting, currently on hiatus. Burn Notice, one of my favorites. It was my favorite until I discovered Leverage. Chopped, always fun. Cold Case, currently looking at old shows, many of which I missed. Come Dine With Me. This one is great fun. It's on BBC America. 4 strangers in some town take turns making dinner for the others, and are then rated. The winner gets 1000 pounds. The narrator is catty. Great fun, as I said. Covert Affairs, another new one that is a favorite. Criminal Minds. I'm trying to get all of them. Dark Blue, another new one. Deadliest Catch, of course. *sniff* again about Captain Phil. Eureka, on Syfy. This goes with Warehouse 13 and I don't know yet if I'm going to get interested in it. Fox News Sunday Glenn Beck. I'm way behind on these. Gordon Ramsay's Great Escape. He's off in India. Nifty! Hannity Hawthorne, a new show about a nurse. Hell's Kitchen. I somehow missed the finale. Ice Road Truckers In Plain Sight :( I'm sad this one has been cancelled. Kate Plus 8. Train wreck fascination. Last American Cowboy. Over now, but enjoyable. Law & Order. The original series. I have a list of the 30 or so I haven't seen and when they come up, I tape them, but the others I've already seen, I cancel the recording. I've begun to go through SVU but in this case I choose which ones to record, so they're about 10 of the "23 types" on my list. When there are too many recordings, I just don't add it. Leverage, as I said, my favorite. I like all the characters, but I think my favorite is Parker. Losing it with Jillian, over now. Mad Men, which I am hot and cold over. Sometimes I'm more interested than I am right now. Masterchef, which looks like fun. Memphis Beat, a nice cop show. Mercy, which may or may not be cancelled, and Miami Medical ditto. Mystery! I also need to put Masterpiece back on, which I'll do soon. Rizzoli & Isles, so far so good. The Colony. Why would anyone volunteer for this without any money prize at the end? But it's fascinating. The Good Guys, a funny cop show which may be gone. I like the way it starts with some terrible scene then has flashbacks to show how they got there. The Good Wife The O'Reilly Factor Top Chef. Top Shot. Warehouse 13, Syfy. Skiffy. Whale Wars. A pox on both their houses, though I admit to being a bit amused at how ineffectual the Sea Shepherds are this year. But I despise whaling, too. White Collar. #3 favorite after Leverage and Burn Notice.
Couch Potato? MOI???
Fifty-nine percent (59%) of voters nationwide would like a law like Arizona’s new immigration law in their own state. Support for the law is even higher in Arizona.
For other Presidents, vanity is a severe political handicap. Obama is falling into the latter category, which is somewhat of a surprise. (only to Jay Cost) The party is going to need crafty, deft leadership if it hopes to avoid ceding further ground to the Republicans. I have my doubts that this President - overcome as he seems to be with self-adoration - can supply it. I'm guessing that many Democrats are starting to have similar worries.
We put out a new cache and I decided to check to see how many finds there have been on our caches. There are 7428 finds. (we are in the 7100s for finds, so I believe that shows we are carrying our weight in this game.) After our Washington cache was approved and found within an hour, the fact that we had to wait and wait for this one to be approved seemed awful. However, it was done while we were in the theater.
Facebook notes while I was doing it:
Jan Yarnot archived a cache today and thought I'd check on how many finds were logged at our archived caches: 2239. The most were at BIT IV: Relax and Get Cash, 258.
Jan Yarnot 7428 finds (66 hides) to date.
Jan Yarnot Oh, the most finds (346) is a tie between our virtual and BIT IX: Centre for Chocolate.
It's doing Abby good to have her own food bowl away from the bully Spooky and that big terrible scary dog. She weighs 7.7 pounds. That's up from 6 last year when I was really worried about her.
The young couple to whom I gave the root beer float makings and the poem wrote the best thank-you note I've ever seen.
It's easy to see the economic problems at Music Circus. Tonight was "Oklahoma!" and it was a wonderful production. Usually the standards sell out but there were lots of empty seats tonight. Behind us, the Jesuit high school drama director whom we've known since he and Roni were in high school. Oklahoma! is nowhere near dark enough for his tastes. We also saw one of the first cachers we met (in fact, he IS the first one we met: we went to a pizza party and he is the one we introduced ourselves to) and his wife. I think their seats are actually with Del Webb, so they aren't there every week.
So the most exciting thing that happened today was that I wore beige. And didn't spill on it or sit in anything, all day! That and Rich had a dr. appointment, but we won't know all about that till next month..
a large segment of our society — including much of the ruling class — chooses to believe a stereotype and turn its back on an organization of 4 million boys and adults, supported by a majority of the population and capable of drawing thousands of enthusiastic supporters for a parade in the sweltering heat of high summer in the nation’s capital. It is a stunning, even appalling, disconnect at a time of unprecedented numbers of fatherless boys and unemployed teenagers, and an unequaled need for trained young leaders. The unspoken message of the front of Sunday’s parade was: here is the bright young future of America. And the message of us in the Eagle ranks was: here’s what Scouting can do. But the people who should have heard weren’t listening.
Today we went with Bernadette and her kids to the State Fair. The first thing we did, since there was a line at the Golden Bears at the entrance, was to go to the food court and eat. I had an artichoke sandwich. Gareth ate some of each of our meals, plus some fruit that Bernadette had brought. Then we traveled around looking at stuff. Gareth wouldn't look where I was pointing, but he did see tortoises and fish, and who knows what else. We went past a "sand pit" with corn kernels and didn't stop (or we'd have been there all day). What a great idea, though. He looked at some of the moving County exhibits.
The three adults shuffled the two babies around and we all got exhausted. We got our free veggies (or fruit) at the garden place. I showed Gareth how to stamp the passports, but he didn't really have a clue. Next year, though. We decided maybe he'd find the animated dinosaurs too scary, so we didn't wait in line for it. Back in the animal building he did see a goat and we did manage to keep him from petting it. His most exciting thing was the stroller, as usual. As we were finishing up, in the exhibit buildings, he saw chicks and really liked them. We finished up by getting the obligatory bear picture.
Bernadette was really wilting. I waited till we got into the car to collapse. Rich managed to drive us home. Exhausting! At least it wasn't as hot as last week.
On the news this morning, a lawn chair balloonist, Kent Couch, in Bend!
It was 67 degrees in the house this morning. Brrr. Love that Delta Breeze!
I have high blood pressure today, yesterday too. I didn't notice yesterday.
Roni, on Facebook:
To preface,you have to understand that rides are VERY expensive at the fair. So, we had just a handful of tickets (some I'd won and some the kids earned) . I was waiting below a line Alex was in, for a zippy roller coaster-type ride. The ride operator was trying to stuff the tickets into the collection box, and some blew away from him, so I picked them up and reached them up to him. He told me to wait, went off somewhere, and then returned and handed me 10 VIP ride tickets - worth $40-$50. The lesson - be kind and honest, and sometimes it really pays off. Also, don't expect a reward, but it's really nice when it happens. :)
Now, I could understand Obama not attending if he was doing some actual, you know, governing. But he isn’t. He’s blowing off the Boy Scouts — 45,000 American boys — in favor of the women of The View. And it isn’t even a live appearance, it’s a taped appearance. You’re telling me there’s no way he could have rescheduled his pre-taped appearance on The View to make time for the organization that has built the character of millions of American boys? I don’t know. Maybe Obama would just feel uncomfortable around thousands of boys who genuinely love God and country. And Lord knows, he might be worried about the competition with his Hitler Youth Brigade.
The blood pressure thing got me out the door, walking the dog, to go get a nearby cache. My report:
This cache is exactly one mile from our home. We remember umpty-ump years ago when we first discovered this street, with its row of century plants (now gone ) and the duck pond with the exotic birds, the horses and the egrets. We walked here fairly often with Sailor. Then Mr. Codger started walking at the softball complex and we no longer walked here. Now Mr. C. doesn't walk so far. It was a nice day, however, and Mrs. Codger decided to take Pharaoh for a walk and see if she could find this one. What a pleasant walk it still is! There were some yummy ripe blackberries (and in a week or so it'll be really great) and I could hear a pheasant. Later we saw five turkeys but the dog was quite disappointed that I wouldn't let him chase them. At the cache I first overran it and almost got into some poison oak. I've already had that this summer, and don't want to repeat! No P.O. at the cache site, though! Then on the wrong side of the hint item I stepped in a hole (grass over it, a real tiger trap!) Thank goodness it was straight down and not occupied by a snake! Then I found this very nice classic hide. I'd forgotten to bring any cache goodies so left nothing. Thanks for the nice trip down memory lane! (Or Park Road, whatever.)
Bernadette was looking at my pictures about the Peter Skene Ogden wayside with the Crooked River Canyon and showed me her Dex cartoon. I don't remember this one. Or the set about this trip, in fact.
Today, after Rich's bowling, we went to see the last of the three movies I had listed: Toy Story 3. What a fun movie! Again we didn't go for the 3-D and it certainly wasn't necessary. I was reminded of Pixar's early short, Tin Toy. (Also, I enjoyed the short, "Night and Day".) The movie did have one particularly scary part that would be too intense, in my opinion, for some preschoolers. I know I was squirmy when the toys were in the dump!! But it ended perfectly, in my opinion.
Then we went up a nearby street and got 4 of the 4 caches I wanted to get. So all in all, a good day.
0bamateurism of the week: Rasmussen has -20: 43/56. "The number who Strongly Disapprove is just one point below the highest level yet recorded for this president."
Bernadette joined us at church because Monica was coming. (This was the big discussion I had, that made me agree to go with Vince and family 3 weeks ago.) Then we said goodbye to them so they could go to the fair, and we took Gareth home so Bernadette didn't have to bring him here before work. In church, she had to leave to tend to Joanna a few times, and Gareth just lights up when he sees his Mommy.
Here I was really surprised: he knows how to use both hands to spin a toy, Brobee in this case. We had some time in the wading pool, but it was cold.
It was bedtime, and when I was reading his last book he started to cry. But once he was in bed it didn't take him long to conk out.
Oh, glorp. I saw a twin stroller at the neighbor's garage sale and thought about Bernadette but then thought "no...." silly me. Then I called her and she said yes, but too late. (20 minutes.) I'm an idiot. We gave her quite a bit: My old (OLD) mountain bike, a tricycle, 2 games, a foot bath, and Fisher-Price Little People toys (clearly labeled as not for under 3s.) The foot bath was the only thing left at the end of the day.
Monica came to town for her high school reunion. So she finally got to see the house. Also, bonus, she liked the china I was getting rid of. The girls went into Nana's treasure chest: Genevieve got a necklace but Charlotte surprised me by wanting a coin instead.
We went to lunch at La Rosa Blanca. They were telling us about their Alaska trip and Genevieve was insisting on one version which disagreed with her mother's recollection, and she burst into tears and wouldn't eat. THAT was interesting.
It dawns on me that we expect her to be more mature than her age because she's relatively older than the others. It's like expecting more of Eric, the old one, than Charlotte, the young one, even though E. is 5 months younger than C.
Then we went down to Sutter's Fort. I had initially given Bernadette a time, then called to postpone it 30 minutes, but the first time would have been better. However, we all got together eventually. The kids were moderately interested, especially at the toy section. When it came time for the gift shop, Genevieve got Patty Reed's doll, Charlotte a Jacob's Ladder. It was HOT!!! Gareth was wandering around, and a couple of times he mistook other people for his Mommy and then panicked. On the whole, though, he was good.
Afterwards we stopped at McKinley Park where Charlotte helped me keep track of Gareth on the climbing fort. She was a little confused as to what he calls me (not that he does): I'm his Nana, too. Hmmm. It was too hot, though, and the kids wanted to get to the motel pool, so we quit early. Still, it was a fun day.
A geocaching friend from Tennessee has been driving his mother across the country and were in Sacramento. He came over for a few minutes about 6 and we took him one of our better geocaches near here. It was fun watching him trying to locate it, and I finally had to give him some help. A nice interlude, with ducklings.
Oops. There's been a correction on the 16th. I replaced this
Tonight we went to "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." This was something new for Music Circus, a large chorus of local kids. (They've had local kids in productions before, but not a chorus in this show.) It was great, though I don't think I'll ever see a "Joseph" as great as my first time, mostly because that time it was so new to me. I love this show, it's so much fun with the different song styles.
It was our first night for Music Circus. Because this was the second week of a two-week set (so we didn't have to come back earlier last week) we didn't have our ordinary seats... in fact we were in the row ahead. The show was "Spamalot." Silly, but fun.
Before you laugh, consider this. Barack Obama has completely squandered the historic achievement of being the nation’s first black president. Unless he merely wanted to be a historic candidate, he simply morphed into a historic flop, and a slap in the face to black people. At every juncture he backs extreme Left ideology over what blacks want, and what would have made a first black presidency…presidential.
Health Care: He chose far left ideology over the will of America. It is a devastating blow to freedom-leftists voting against the desires of their constituents. In the end, people will remember him for Socialistic, big government approached. Instead of forging compromise, and moving the ball forward, he moved far Left. He failed America and the ‘first black President’ promise.
Energy: Can you imagine the economic elitism that IS Barack Obama. He openly muses about making electricity wildly expensive…by design. He has gone after oil, nuclear, and coal. His policies are, by design, an effort to push the cost up to curtail use. People have to work, and live! How does that help black people? How does his notion of what America should be push greatness? The first black president let blacks down because he is a rich liberal who doesn’t have to buy gas…doesn’t have to worry about a thermostat…doesn’t have to sweat it out in a gas line. He is killing the economy, and his legacy is far from the black uniter. He is a far left, Van Jones-type energy snob.
Leadership: His skin is so thin he does very poorly by the average black citizen. He whines about the 5% of journalism that doesn’t kiss his behind. He singles out broadcasters. He singles out news outlets. He talks about being a uniter, but he attacks endlessly. He attacks, and then complains about any critique. He is a poor representative of a proud race…a strong race…a resilient race. Just ask the gal who lost her job without an administrative hearing, an investigation, or even a question. He consistently panders to his Left hip, in this case, the NAACP. It cost him, and us again. Barack Obama is so weak that he not only let America down?"he let blacks down.
Nothing much happened today. I didn't like my weight and blood pressure and so took the dog out for a walk. It was getting hot by the time I got home.
Tonight was the monthly geocaching party in Yuba City. I planned a route that dealt with a lot of country roads to get to Yuba City. We started at 9 and started just after the split between 99 and 70. I had 23 caches moved up and we got 22 of them. All but one of those was before lunch, the other after the evening party. We also ran into some caching friends out on the trail. Another car travel bug for me, too!
We had lunch at the Waffle House, then found some Yuba City caches we hadn't found before. (Or, if we didn't find them, they are now on the "ignore" list.) And then we went to the party, a little early. It was crowded this month. I forgot two things, the coupon Rich printed up (and later we discovered his military ID would get us a 10% discount) and the city map. We did OK. I had unlimited salad, but later someone at our table left half her flatbread pizza so I took it home. I met some new folks, too. It was a nice party, even if we didn't win any raffle prizes. 31 caches total. A fun one was the Four Thousand Pound Rat Catcher: (a two-ton cat). But all in all it was a great day, and we were home before dark.
Unfortunately, the cooler fell over and got my book wet. :(
Reading: What If? edited by Robert Cowley, the Bible (Zachariah), Winter Study, Nevada Barr, Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg, Don Quixote, The Life of Man with God, Thomas Verner Moore, Low-Carb Dieting for Dummies, Katherine B. Chauncey.
My peach jam jelled this time. Otherwise, it's been a pretty disgusting weird day. There was only one breakfast pizza in my package instead of the two there should have been, and yes, I've written Red Baron for all the good that did. My flip-flops broke, which I hate... and the worst was that I was making a frittata or maybe egg fu yung with zucchini and carrots. I opened one egg and it was totally blue, smelly, awful, makes me gag even now from the memory. ICK!
Fortunately, it didn't touch the meal, and once I'd cleaned up I was able to finish cooking it and managed to eat it despite the memory. I started reloading the china cabinet and realized I no longer need the "second-best" china. It was part of a "but wait, there's MORE" deal when I bought the pots. These are the Kitchen Craft waterless types they sell at the State Fair. I'm still getting a lot of good out of them. Besides the china, 6 settings (eggshell, white with two silver bands) there was some crystal (not Waterford quality but not bad, carved rose on it, 6 wines, 6 champagnes, 6 sherries, mostly broken now, and the knife board. Three of those knives have been replaced and I got a new set... just took the board down a month ago to put up the new cutting boards.
Pretty good deal, I guess, but I paid way too much for the pots. Anyway, it turned out Monica wanted the china, to my surprise. I thought all the kids were happy with what they had and wouldn't appreciate this. That's good news.
Over two hundred years ago, America's founding fathers established a constitutional republic based on the audacious notion that the interests of its citizens would be best served by a wise body of their democratically-elected representatives. In the two centuries that have since transpired, that bold experiment has largely been a success. But we should also realize our system only works when the interests of voters and their government are in harmony.
Unfortunately, recent evidence suggests that America's hard-working hometown legislators are feeling the pinch from a fickle and increasingly out-of-touch voter class who no longer serves our needs.
Rasmussen: -16: 46/54 "The president earns an Approval Index rating of -28 among men and -6 among women. Just 23% now believe the federal government has the consent of the governed. Sixty-eight percent (68%) believe the nation’s Political Class doesn’t care what most Americans think. "Seems to me we're ripe for revolution.
I really didn't feel well this morning, so skipped church. I wasn't going to go out at all but later in the day we went to Home Depot and got some hall runners with spikes. Upside down this should discourage the bad cat from going on the carpet. Some of it was a remnant so we got it more cheaply than usual.
Joe Biden offered a flat-out, horse-crap lie to Tapper in this interview. The Obama White House got exactly the amount of stimulus they wanted, and more. The stimulus didn’t fail because Congress didn’t spend enough money. It failed because Barack Obama and Joe Biden have no idea what they’re doing, and they’re proving that much every day they’re in office.
We have always been at war with Eastasia. And that’s the fault of Bush, the GOP, and racist Tea Party activists.
We are about to conduct an election about the very philosophy of our government. It is our last chance to avoid the Great Crash which Obama has brought to our doorsteps… but which would have lurked twenty or thirty years in the future even without him. The Obama presidency has begun a fundamental transformation of the relationship between Americans and their government. The groundwork for this transformation was laid over many years, by politicians from both parties. Government bloat has accumulated for decades. The State isn’t really changing all that much under Barack Obama. It’s working to change us.
To reverse this process, we must reach farther back than the administrations of George Bush or Bill Clinton. We are being crushed by engines of regulation, taxation, and corruption that were designed in the first decades of the last century. We’re approaching the end of the story that began during the New Deal. It won’t be good enough to merely rewind the tape a few years. Even such a half-hearted measure, simply returning us to where George Bush left us, would be the most spectacular reduction of State power in our entire history… and it wouldn’t be good enough.
I guess it’s okay to talk big about not taking your money frivolously when it’s in his political interests. But when he needs to swipe 34 billion dollars to buy five or six percent in the polls, he’s not all that interested in “responsibility for the future” or recognizing the “reality familiar to every American”, now is he?
Here is the real deal. The President could have his benefit extension tomorrow if Democrats dug into the more than $3 trillion budget and found it. I’m sure there are Mussel Research Programs and Federal office buildings whose construction could be delayed for another year to pay for their endless welfare program. But they won’t because it’s much easier to put the black hat on the Republicans than it is for them to live under the law they themselves passed.
The monthly RCGDS party was in Elk Grove, a breakfast, so we invited Bernadette and kids. I took an Amish friendship bread from 2008 and my too-liquid peach jam from yesterday. (I made three batches in the end, only one of which jelled properly.) We stopped by the house and picked Gareth up, and Bernadette followed with Joanna. At the park we went over to the group and then Rich started back to get the food and Gareth followed. Rich was grouchy "We're not going to take him any more if no one is going to watch him!" so I made darn good and sure he never had to have Gareth. "I come to these to talk geocaching." FINE. Creep.
I had a good time without him. He missed the fun of the boy on the playground, going down the slide and climbing the sort-of-rock-wall slide. He definitely missed the fun of the water feature, which eventually got the boy blue. Gareth got a faceful a number of times but loved it.
He also kept coming up under the tables and hitting his head. One of the times he was right next to his Mom but I didn't realize it and took him looking for her. He likes me, but it's great fun to see him light up when he sees his mommy. He got a lot to eat though his main interest was stealing the Cheerios from another baby. But we somehow managed to keep disaster from occurring. I let Rich lurk till the party was about over. Bernadette had left by then. Rich hadn't been able to find the cache in the park, but I believe he got to talk to everyone he wanted to. We finally packed the boy up and took him home. He was certainly ready for his nap.
Our friends admired Joanna, too, who was all sunshine and smiles.
Then this evening we saw "Minnie's Boys" in Fair Oaks. I think maybe I've seen enough plays for awhile, because I just sort of sat there and let it wash over me. It was moderately amusing, and the guy playing Groucho really had it down.
carter jones: July 17, 2010 at 9:24 am This little vacation hurt businesses in a big way on one of the crucial money making weekends in our area. In the no go zone and along the major route into the area which was shut down for the vacation businesses might as well have shut thier doors because the roads were closed to traffic because it was rerouted around the area. Thanks Mr. President for hurting our economy here in Eastern Maine, like we needed more bad economic news.
Rasmussen: -17: 46/54. I'm 3.6 pounds down, low borderline BP though my pulse is way fast.
I noticed last night that the hall nightlight was gone, doubtless removed by the carpet guys. Hmmm. Wonder where they put it. Rich was looking around and found it, in the coat closet. Next to the missing Yo Gabba Gabba toy, Foofah! Where the heck has this toy been?? I looked in the closet. Lately, with no furniture and no floor covering, where has this little pink toy been hiding?? It must have been in the closet, but how in heck have I missed it since Easter?
Tonight we went to "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." This was something new for Music Circus, a large chorus of local kids. (They've had local kids in productions before, but not a chorus in this show.) It was great, though I don't think I'll ever see a "Joseph" as great as my first time, mostly because that time it was so new to me. I love this show, it's so much fun with the different song styles.
Today I made it to the Retreat House, such a pleasure. (And the last time I had a chance for a number of weeks, too.)
There were three movies I'd hoped to see: we saw "Robin Hood" and it was time to see "Shrek" before it disappeared. We went for the one show that wasn't 3D... didn't think it was necessary. I really enjoyed the movie, sort of It's a Wonderful Shrek's Life.
Usually I get a survey form from Choice Hotels to ask how our stay went, but they're being remarkably quiet about Yreka. I may just write them directly.
My neighbor, who knows about the quarantine, took the peaches we gave her to the mountains where she was staying. No more peaches for YOU, lady!
(Obama doen’t care about policy; he cares about campaigns and crowds. Increasingly, Obama reminds me of Lt. Scheisskopf from Catch-22; with war, incompetence and chaos all around him, his focus is on winning the parade competition). ...[Hillary] has actually made independents, centrists and even some conservatives who had previously declared that they would cut off their hands before casting a vote in her direction, look at her with something like longing. They’ve decided they would have preferred her, 1000 times, over the relentless reformer in the White House and his whip-cracking wife.
They killed 3,000 people on 9/11. They have committed multiple acts of terrorism before and since, killing thousands of more people around the world. They propped up a brutal dictatorship in Afghanistan, and are trying to impose another in Somalia. They routinely kill more Muslims through indiscriminate acts of terror than so-called infidels, and they brainwash teenagers into committing suicide while their leaders cower in caves.
And what does President Obama choose to select for his outrage over al-Qaeda? Racism:
Remember, though, per the left’s meme du jour, the beginning and end of their problems heading into the midterms has to do with how the White House is selling its policies, not with the substance of the policies themselves. That’s why you’re suddenly seeing calls for Axelrod to be fired and why House Democrats can’t stop screeching about Gibbs’s innocuous admission over the weekend that their congressional majority might — might — be in jeopardy. Liberal programs are, as always, winners on the merits; if voters oppose them passionately, to the tune of 57 percent supporting Arizona’s new law and another 17 percent saying the law doesn’t go far enough, it is and can only be poor “messaging” that’s making them react that way.
Scott Ott DRUDGE: Russian Agent Had Job at Microsoft
SCOTT OTT NOTES: Well, that explains a lot.
New York Times... Apparently attempting to save their paper, they say it's time to regulate Google searches.
Now that the Obama administration has wasted more than a year on the same kind of fruitless diplomacy that had already been tried over and over, they have suddenly reached the conclusion that Iran doesn’t want peace; it wants nukes. And if it wants nukes more than it wants peace, they’re likely to want the nukes for a specific target. All of this was blindingly apparent in 2007, but Obama somehow figured that starting over from scratch would work, since he was the change that the world wanted and needed.
For me, 30.4 miles. 3.3 pounds down since we got back from the trip, with borderline blood pressure. No pages, I really have to get to the 11th book, but first I want to finish Bernadette's book. 3 books, 2 movies, 5 plays, 4 Masses.
We found 75 caches last month, 7169 total. We're 173rd(!) in the world, and 8th(!) locally.
In proofing I'm in 939th (out of 31299 proofers) place in the first proofing round, with 872 pages proofed (0 done in July), 13th (out of 3664) in P2 with 23508 pages (0), 508th (of 831) in P3 with 469 pages, and formatting 540th place (2923) with 1020 pages. I really have to get back to this. You know, Hatchlings (where I could never break the 2000th rank) is a lot less significant! (But so much fun.)
In Flickr I have 35818 pictures, with 80550 views, and 154 sets to work on. This is something I really must do in August. (July was taken with GeoWoodstock and carpet!!) I watched 2 Netflix discs: "Ten Canoes" and "To The Manor Born, disc. 1".
It's Bastille Day and Monica and Mark's anniversary! But most importantly, it's the day we got the new carpet! I've never had professionally installed, new, carpeting before, and I was really excited. That is when I stepped into the kitchen and became aware that the sewer had backed up (I was washing clothes, so it wasn't the worst). Some of my cookbook magazines had fallen into the water. I mopped up, putting the plastic bags outside... we decided to call after the carpet was done.
We moved the stuff out to the carport, and I set up the laptop in the kitchen... and we waited. And waited. I was beginning to panic a little by the time Guillermo and Fernando turned up. But when they came, they got right to work. First the edges with a little problem from G., who hadn't brought enough gold, would silver do in the alcove? Yeah, of course. Then the really nice luxurious carpet pad. And then... the carpet!!
It looks really blue out in the sun on the carport, but greener here in the house. And it's so plush and luxurious! It cries out to be walked on barefoot. Ummmmm. Love it!
When they were done, Rich asked if he could hire them to move the piano and the china cabinet. They PICKED UP the piano! Wow. That had been really worrying me. The breakfront still had some china in it, I discovered later. I had watched Fernando knocking the padding up against the wall with a mallet and his knee... between that and picking up the piano, I can't imagine he's going to stay healthy long.
We moved in the chairs and sectional, but the TV got put back another day. (It was in the fireplace, easy enough to watch.) We got the sewer guy over to deroot the line.
We have some habits that have to be altered: I saw Rich cleaning his ears then flicking his fingers, for instance. I put down some silver foil to, I hope, discourage the cat from misbehaving. The carpet is multicolored so it hides a multitude of sins. And I plan to take good care of it. Oh, I love it love it love it.