Books are awesomtastic.

Books are awesomtastic.
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I'm just testing out the flickr upload feature. Rather snazzy.

Hi, it's me again...

I have completely pulled a "Swingers" on this great babysitting prospect. I'm looking for someone to watch Miles 2 or 3 days a week so I can maybe go back to work or, I don't know, get a haircut?

Got a bunch of responses to my Craig's list ad that ranged from odd ("I am a 39 year old hermaphrodite who loves frogs and children") to disturbing ("I WANT WORK YOU SON SOUND PRECIOUS!!!!!) and one really good one from a dancer who has a lot of experience with kids. I interviewed her, checked her references and shelled out $100 bucks for a background check.

She didn't return my call after 36 hours to try and schedule some time and I [b]freaked out[/b] people. F-Uh-Reek-d Out. I left two messages and an email saying 'um, maybe I wasn't clear that I was looking for someone who could give us some hours right away.....' I think my voice was probably 3 octaves higher than normal at the time too.

In my defense, Burk has been out of town since Sunday morning, I'm really not feeling well, the house is still not unpacked, Miles never stops moving and I don't know a soul out here. I've been feeling a teensy bit trapped. & my hair is really too long.

I felt awful about it all last night but this morning I just decided it ain't worth worrying about and I'm moving on. I'm already looking back and laughing.

Tomorrow it happens

In theory we move out of the hotel and into the new house tomorrow.

In theory.

There is virtually nothing about this move that has not been screwed up. This has been the clusterfuck to end all clusterfucks. oh lordy, has this been yucky.

At some point I'll have to tell you about the $70,000 foundation repair request, the packing crew that left cabintets full of stuff behind, the movers who showed up 6 hours late, the flu they sent Miles home with the day of the packing, the comedy of picking up the cars, what got left behind even after I cleaned up after the packers, the mysterious wire of funds from the sale of our house that didn't arrive, the mysterious loan funds that didn't arrive and the moving company BEKINS - Don't Ever Use Them that decided to blow off our contract date and wait 4 more days to shove in another load without informing us.

some point I'll tell you all about it.

whine, whine, whine, whine.

No Shame or No Sense of Irony?

"We will not repeat the mistakes of other generations, appeasing or excusing tyranny, and sacrificing freedom in the vain pursuit of stability," the president said. "We have learned our lesson; no one's liberty is expendable. In the long run, our security and true stability depend on the freedom of others." GW Bush, May 7, 2005
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April 25, 2005

But there are new towels everyday

Downside to living in a hotel #1 - USA Today is a truly wretched paper.

Here's the main image on my new congressperson's website.
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it is followed by the headline, Congressman Rohrabacher Commends Minuteman Project

what a tool.

Quiz question of the day - How many of the 'minutemen' refuse to shop at "the WawlMart" even though they were nabbed for employing hundreds of illegals?

My guess is not many. What's yours?

I also wonder how many of the people who are bringing the new towels to my room have legitimate SS#s.

My guess is not many. What's yours?

Let's Eat Sand!

The boy has discovered the true joy of the playground. When we got out of the car today and he saw the equipment he began squealing and flapping his arms furiously. It was nice. I'm so glad he's not scarred from our last visit, though I may be.

We went to the new neighborhood's tot lot yesterday and it was an absolute zoo. There had to be 2 dozen kids under 4 there accompanied by an interesting assortment of stay at home moms and nannies - more on that freaky dynamic some other time. Miles was pretty psyched though, there was sand to eat and things to climb. At one point he was sitting on the ground with a little shovel in his hand when a 4 year old came up to him and tried to evil stare him down. Of course, being 16 months old, Miles was really holding his own without having any idea what was going on. I tried to get in there -
"Is that your shovel?" Evil silence
"He can give it back, give him the shovel Miles" Evil silence
"Are you okay?" Evil silence and then running off.

Well, that was odd. Then about 10 minutes later Miles is hanging out on some peice of equipment when lil' Brando and one of his friends come running by behind him. They do this a couple more times and on their last trip they slow down as they get close. The nutsy one says to his other little friend - I shit you not -
"Get em!"
And the little friend tried to pick Miles up and CARRY HIM AWAY?! I'm standing less than a foot away from this and I cannot believe what's going on. Miles looks at me and he is scared as he says in a small voice
"Mama?"
Okay. I don't care how old you are, you have just fucked with my baby. I get a good hold on Miles and say
"where are you taking him, he needs to stay here with me"
"Tucker's house"
"No. Leave him alone, now" At this point the evil instigator kid has run off and I'm pretty freaked out. I get Miles and we start to head for the car. I look back and see our young Mickey Rourke throwing a truck at another kid while his nanny smiles at him and says.
'oh Tucker.'

I'm not prepared for this.