Thursday, August 28, 2008

off to a rockin' start

The kids' asthma has disappeared this summer. They've been healthy and happy all summer, with some minor exceptions. But I told Ryan that as soon as we start back at school, they would get sick. Horribly sick. And no matter what we did to keep up with our work, it wouldn't matter because our lack of sleep, the coating of germs and bodily fluids, those things would make us get woefully behind in every aspect of life--bathing, working, laundry, etc. And Tuesday night (after my second day back at work), Benjamin woke up with a fever of 103. And then the vomit started spewing. I canceled my office hours in the morning and took him to the doctor because Ryan was suddenly sick too. I worked late to make up my office hours and came home to the two of them collapsed on the couch. Then I woke up this morning with it. And now I am already so far behind in every aspect of my life.

Some people might say that kids get sick in the fall and winter, and this is to be expected. I say to those people, it is still summer. IT IS STILL SUMMER.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

the douchebag report

Today, some pathetic, fat, white guy came to my door asking if I would vote yes on proposition 8. I told him I am completely against it, actually. He said thank you and walked away. He spent about 40 minutes talking to my neighbor, who I'm guessing is for it. There is a rumor on the web that the yes on prop. 8 people will be putting yard signs in front of their houses as a united front of bigotry on September 22, and that these neighborhood visits are more about getting supporters to put up signs than changing anyone's mind.

Now, is it a coincidence that sometime between this morning and this afternoon, my Barack Obama yard sign was removed from my grass, bent into several pieces, and left in the road in front of my house? Even if it wasn't this hateful guy, it was some other hateful person, who put their hands on my property and violated my right to free speech.

I'm SO FUCKING ANGRY RIGHT NOW.