03.18.08
Broken link - blame the newspaper
I don’t know why they broke the older link (I did fix that one also), but here’s a new one.
I’ll admit it’s a bit a vanity
Now I can put this into prospective. Hubby and I are the same age and while he’s ahead of the curve (as defined by his father going white/grey by 27) he is mostly salt and has very little pepper in his hair.
But I grew up with my mother who didn’t really go noticeably grey until she was in her late 50s and dieing of cancer. I always figured I’d go grey late.
Add to that that my sisters are 12 and 14 years older than I, so I’ve always used them as a sort of benchmark about aging. (Actually they are half-sisters, but we share the same mom..so it counts close enough.) Note: We’re talking a Hippie Flower Child and an all-natural vegetarian, I don’t even wonder if they are coloring their hair.
Anyway, it did bother me some last summer that having seen both sisters within a few weeks of each other, I realized that I probably have more grey hairs than either of them. But at that point most people weren’t really noticing my grey hairs, so it wasn’t that bad.
BUT LAST WEEK WHEN I GOT MY HAIR CUT, THE TOP OF MY HEAD WENT A SHADE LIGHTER!!!
And that is soooooo not fair!
And now, Not June Cleaver has to go and remind me that in 5 years I’ll qualify for AARP. How the hell did that happen?
03.17.08
Guess who’s coming?
And Yes, we are going. Even if I have to reschedule getting a crown installed.
(With no details released yet, I’m trying to think of what’s planned for Thursday.)
Yes, a post where I actually talk about something.
I actually started this post on Friday morning. I got about four sentences down and then got distracted… and never got back to it.
And most of what I wrote was in reference to Ron and Andrea trying to get the site stable, so I wiped that and am starting over.
Oh well, Thank you guys for all the work you put into Homeschool Journal! Read the rest of this entry »
03.16.08
Anyone into a cheap camera?
Hubby sent me looking at these
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It’s a pinhole camera that you can load with 35 mm film and it should really work.
And the fun part?
You make it yourself!
Just print it out onto stiff paper and tape/glue it together.
They even have little toys you can make to play with.
I might make these little guys to sit on my desk.
03.13.08
What can you do with a sheet of paper?
While I can’t find it on their site. This is credited to an art contest at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden - Smithsonian’s modern art museum.
I think this is my favorite, but it’s a hard decision between it and some others.
You can find them here if you want to see the rest. I also love the sidewalk chalk drawings.
03.12.08
The Right to vote
My sister sent this to me and I think it is important to think and reflect about where we were a century ago. While it came to me without a source, it appears to be from here, and there is more information here.
We all need a reminder! How Women Got To Vote, A short history lesson on the privilege of voting…
The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of “obstructing sidewalk traffic.” They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head, and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the “Night of Terror ” on November 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their food–all of it colorless slop–was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat, and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won’t vote this year because–why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn’t matter? It’s raining? Frankly, voting often feels more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
“What would those women think of the way I use–or don’t use–my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.”
Woodrow Wilson and his cronies tried to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And the doctor refused. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn’t make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: “Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.” We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women.
03.05.08
Tomorrow - CHICAGO!!
I’m scrambling to keep things from totally stagnating here while I get everything ready to leave tomorrow. I think we’ll make it and hopefully, I won’t forget something important.
That’ll be a trip if I get up there without hammers, tools, or projects!
I’m also trying to find something RED to wear to the campfire. It might just be a red knit ski cap, but with the temps at night getting down into single digits according to Google, that won’t look too out of place.
Speaking of head coverings, Girl now has purple highlights in her hair. I don’t know if I’ll get a picture snapped, and honestly, this is much more subtle than the other two colors, so it may not show up well in a picture.
Last week I wasn’t as sick as I was afraid I’d be. Just as well, the week was lost a blaze of super busyness. Monday and Wednesday were doctor appointments for Boy - GREAT NEWS - the doctor said that his Crohn’s is NOT active, though we will continue the “wonder drug”.
Tuesday was Drama (that’s a post of it’s own) and we did an extra hour of rehearsal. About a third of the cast is going to Chicago and we are considering doing a couple of scenes for the talent show on Saturday. We’ll see, with still a month before we perform, lines aren’t down and everyone is stumbling around. But I said we’d try. Thursday it was down to Bloomington to see IU’s drama department’s performance of Chekhov’s The Seagull. I’d never seen a Chekhov play before and it was interesting. Not what I’d call a comedy by a long shot.
Then Friday, Boy and I drove north for him to interview with an alumni from Brown. I didn’t sit in, but he thinks it went well. Saturday was a chance to take a breath - though I spent a large chunk of it in the fabric store getting material for costumes. And then Sunday, Girl and I headed to Indy to see The Merchant of Venice.
Needless to say, I’m sick of driving and break really didn’t seem like much of one.
On other college news, Boy heard back from Tulane. They’ve put him on their waiting list. He was a little disappointed until we reminded him that they were the ones who wanted 4 SAT subject tests from homeschoolers, including one in a foreign language and one in a science. He had the 4 tests, but not in a foreign language or science. They are also not high on his list. So, given that we didn’t do what they wanted, getting anything that wasn’t a flat NO is doing well and he certainly isn’t lacking for options.
And with that, (unless I find 30 mins later to do a post about our drama hassles - I sooo happy this wasn’t last year!) I’m out of here until Monday!
