Miscellany

I just found out that they're making a movie of The Secret Life of Bees (check out the trailer here).  I'm kind of excited, but know with absolute certainty that it will be nowhere near as good as the book.

Watching 30 Days, with Morgan Spurlock (the Supersize Me guy).  Awesome show.  My favorite episode is "Off the Grid."  Naturally.  I've looked into going to The Dancing Rabbit (from the episode), but it will most certainly have to wait until next year.  Think of all I could learn from a place like that, and it's only 12 hours away!

United Airlines suck donkey penis.  The Godmother had 18 different kinds of trouble on her flight out, and I called the "lady" behind the counter Forrest Gump (which, really, was too nice).  In my defense, this was AFTER she threatened to call airport security on me.  I might rant about it in a different post, but really, what could I say that everyone doesn't already know?  Airlines suck.  United in particular.  Word.

We went to the lake again this weekend, and it was the awesomest.  That lake is so beautiful, and the kids were swimming feet away from a couple of mallards.  If it weren't such a pain in my butt to get the boat loaded and unloaded I would want to go every single day.

I made myself a pair of shorts from the Built By Wendy pattern (Simplicity 3850).  First zip fly ever.  They rock my world.  I'm fer shure going to be making more, and the way Marissa is growing the pattern will probably fit her, too.  When the Godmother was here we made shirts from this BBW pattern, I just love them.  So easy, yet cute.  Pictures soon, probably.

You liked all my links in this entry, didn't you? 

Happy birthday to me, and a rant

First of all, today I'm 30.  THIRTY.  I don't feel a day over 17.  It's been a fabulous day, with Chinese food, delicious chocolate cake, and new books and sewing patterns.  Oh yes, and an air popcorn-popper.  I'm very loved.

Also, since yesterday was the big primary here, I've been closely following the WV Hillary vs. Obama spectacle.  In just about every single news report I've read, they've called West Virginians uneducated, poor, and pretty much racist.

Well, that's a huge pile of bullshit.  I mean, does anyone see a problem with calling West Virginians racist?  Ponder that for JUST a minute.

Additionally, while there may be people that live below the poverty line, let me tell you something.  Being poor doesn't make you stupid.  Also, being below the poverty line is completely relative.  The poverty line is a number, and that is all.  Having moved out here, I can afford FAR MORE for my family.  We live a much more comfortable (if rural) life.  If I lived in SoCal, making what I'm making now, we could barely survive.  Still making the same amount, still the same number of family members, but vastly different in the things we could afford.  It's a matter of how much you earn, yes, but also about the cost of living in your state/area.

While having money may give you more opportunities, it does not, by any means, make you more intelligent.

I can argue the same thing about having a college degree -- having one does not guarantee you a good job, and it does not determine how smart you are.  Let's be clear: I'm not knocking it, go to college!  I'm sure it's great!  My kids will go!  But a bachelors degree does not make one person more qualified than another to look at the democratic candidates and vote for the person they feel will do the best job for our country.

Finally, Obama did not even campaign in our state.  Not once.  Conceded the victory to Hillary before the polls even opened.  Why in the crap would I vote for someone that cares so little about my state and its constituents?

You'll have to excuse my fervor.  It's not every day that I become a middle-aged, racist, poor, and uneducated woman.  It's been somewhat of a busy day, and I plan to spend the rest of it eating air-popped popcorn and scratching my balls.

The price of awesomeness

Dear Tattoo,

You're really great, and I love you to death.  However, you need to get to steppin' with this whole healing thing.  I am thisclose to clawing my arm off with all the itching, and that would be a shame.

Love,
That chick with all the fingernails

Dilemma.

Our door has a large window, right smack dab in the middle of it. I didn't pick the door out because I wouldn't have chosen something with a bunch of glass in it. You know, since we have 3 huge windows in the living room. I guess it was decided that we needed more windows, because the people across the street couldn't get a great view of the WHOLE inside of our front room from their yard.

Right now, I taped some tissue-paper up there (which is thisclose to hanging some Smurf sheets up in the window) to keep prying eyes away, but I'd obviously like a more permanent (read: normal) solution.

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Whatever, universe. Just, whatever.

The oven's broken.  The broiler and stovetop work, just not the oven.  Know when I figured this out?  Right before I was about to put some dinner in it.  You know, what with the hopes of cooking it.  With all the heat that it apparently NO LONGER HAS.

Now, the car won't start.  Know when we figured this out?  Right as we were leaving the band meeting, and I had 15 minutes to get to work.  Needless to say, I was late.  Also, I have no idea what's wrong with the car.  It could be, like, all these things that I can't even spell, let alone explain to you.

And of course I'm still TOTALLY FREAKED about owing money on a credit card.  Which explains everything, because once shit happens, it really, REALLY happens.

So, whatever, Universe.  I have a microwave and a bike.  Bite me.