Thursday, March 31, 2005
Rest in Peace, Terri.
A miserable chapter in our nation's history. At least she is now safely with her Lord, who can never and will never betray her.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
Hannah Builds a Snowman
The occasion was the arrival of those cute red boots, a gift from a fellow Baby Face fan.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Come Back Stephen, All Is Forgiven
I have been too upset to talk/write about this for months now, but I simply must stop putting it off: I have been very upset with Stephen King.
Not that he cares.
It's about the Dark Tower series. He finally concluded it in the fall, after, what, 15 years? Fifteen years of his fans trudging faithfully along with Roland and his band, learning to speak dialects that take on a freakish life of their own, pretending we are gunslingers too, imagining ourselves as lean mean fighting machines instead of the geeky couch potatoes most of us are. (You know it's true.) We've expended all kinds of mental energy keeping track of alternate worlds, characters picked up from other King books and given new life then killed off and of course agonies of waiting between installments. And at last. The final installment. Roland the Gunslinger finds his Tower.
So as not to completely ruin the ending for anyone who hasn't already read it, I won't tell any specifics, but let me say, when Stephen King says "stop reading here," believe him. I know you won't stop, you'll keep going because you are a Hopeless Fan like me and you've been at this through 7 volumes and no way are you going to shut that book and leave a few more pages left. But please listen to Stephen. He's about to ruin the whole thing for you. He claims he has no control over the books he writes but I can hear him cackling nonetheless because he KNOWS we're all going to read those last few pages. And then he says we're not allowed to write him nasty letters because he forewarned us, after all. We're not allowed to show up on his doorstep and complain and whine. We're not allowed to stalk him. Not even a little bit.
Anyway I am finally coming out of my funk and am willing to consider a reconciliation with Stephen. I even re-read Firestarter a couple of weeks ago. (Still one of his best.) What's done is done. Things will never be the same between us, but at least we can rebuild our relationship. I'm waiting, Stephen.
Not that he cares.
It's about the Dark Tower series. He finally concluded it in the fall, after, what, 15 years? Fifteen years of his fans trudging faithfully along with Roland and his band, learning to speak dialects that take on a freakish life of their own, pretending we are gunslingers too, imagining ourselves as lean mean fighting machines instead of the geeky couch potatoes most of us are. (You know it's true.) We've expended all kinds of mental energy keeping track of alternate worlds, characters picked up from other King books and given new life then killed off and of course agonies of waiting between installments. And at last. The final installment. Roland the Gunslinger finds his Tower.
So as not to completely ruin the ending for anyone who hasn't already read it, I won't tell any specifics, but let me say, when Stephen King says "stop reading here," believe him. I know you won't stop, you'll keep going because you are a Hopeless Fan like me and you've been at this through 7 volumes and no way are you going to shut that book and leave a few more pages left. But please listen to Stephen. He's about to ruin the whole thing for you. He claims he has no control over the books he writes but I can hear him cackling nonetheless because he KNOWS we're all going to read those last few pages. And then he says we're not allowed to write him nasty letters because he forewarned us, after all. We're not allowed to show up on his doorstep and complain and whine. We're not allowed to stalk him. Not even a little bit.
Anyway I am finally coming out of my funk and am willing to consider a reconciliation with Stephen. I even re-read Firestarter a couple of weeks ago. (Still one of his best.) What's done is done. Things will never be the same between us, but at least we can rebuild our relationship. I'm waiting, Stephen.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
It's so fascinating!
Beckham loves it when I'm printing a bunch of decals.
What is that amazing thing? It goes back and forth and back and forth and back and forth
and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth
and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and
What is that amazing thing? It goes back and forth and back and forth and back and forth
and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth
and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and
Slowly getting back on our feet
On the plus side, every day we're able to do more before falling helplessly onto the nearest horizontal surface for a nap. I'm so thankful we are all a healthy bunch in normal circumstances. Considering how this flu bug knocked us out, I don't even want to think about what it would do in, say, a nursing home.
On the minus side, The Baby has a ruptured eardrum, and Bad Mommy didn't even realize what was going on till a couple of days later. Poor little thing. None of my children have had recurrent ear infections in their lifetimes so I am just not tuned in to what to watch for. Anyway our family doc, who is actually a wonderful physician's assistant, didn't get too excited about it; he said it was already healing.
On the minus side, The Baby has a ruptured eardrum, and Bad Mommy didn't even realize what was going on till a couple of days later. Poor little thing. None of my children have had recurrent ear infections in their lifetimes so I am just not tuned in to what to watch for. Anyway our family doc, who is actually a wonderful physician's assistant, didn't get too excited about it; he said it was already healing.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
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