Name: margalit
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Monday, July 31, 2006

Brigham and Women's Hospital:

Well, it's not even the hospital's fault, it's the fault of the complete and total asswipes who run the parking garages at the hospital. The nazis in the red polo shirts from VPNE parking service I'm really irked with. Guess what their motto is? Peace of Mind. Peace of mind my ass.

Let us begin the saga with the fact that parking to go to an appointment with a physician, or to have day surgery is immoral. It isn't bad enough that you have to pay through the nose for health insurance if you're lucky enough to have it, you 60% of Americans that are covered. But to have to pay an unreasonable amount to wait in a waiting room and get pushed from one office to another while the parking tab is mounting by the second, why that's just beyond unfair.

Then you provide a parking lot that is so tiny and so dangerous that it's a death trap even to enter and exit. To top it all off, you have all of ONE collection booth, so the payment line for the 5 floor lot takes forever and ever.

Top this off with the inability to leave your car anymore on the large circle to just run in to pick up a prescription or a patient. That used to be allowed, but no more. No stopping at all. So all you new fathers, plan to have someone in your running car while you pick up your wife and baby because they won't allow you to sit with the car unattended, not even for a couple of minutes. It's so patient friendly, isn't it? Money grubbing assholes.

And finally, take away the "first 15 minutes in the parking lot are free" rule without notifying anyone, and now charge $6.00 per 15 minutes of parking in this dank and dangerous parking lot from hell. Wow, sounds like a fun ride, right?

Well, today I have to pick up my prescriptions from the hospital. I have to get them there because I'm on free care. That means that all medical services I get at this hospital are free, but I can ONLY use this hospital. Which is fine, because all my doctors are there anyhow and I'm very happy with the medical care. It's the parking lot I hate.

So I pull into the parking lot and park and run upstairs to the pharmacy to get the prescriptions I've already called in 48 hours in advance (required). There one person in line, which is miraculous. I get to the window, get my prescriptions, they don't have one so I have to go again tomorrow to pick up, which I agree to heartily, not yet aware of the parking saga I'm about to go through. Oh the innocence of the virgin parker.

Take the elevator down to the car, pull out and get in line to not pay because I've only been there 10 minutes. But the line creeps, due to only one person payment. I get to the payment window, hand over my card, confident I'm going to see the 0:00 on the display but instead I see 6:00. So I tell the woman in the payment booth that I'm not paying $6.00 since I was in their line for 5 minutes, and I was STILL under the 15 minute rule. She says I have to pay.

I now feel like Frasier in the episode where he goes ballistic in a parking lot payment line. But I don't care. It's the principle of the thing. I don't owe them a cent. The supervisor comes and says I have to pay. I say, "I"m not paying. I have no money, it's not fair that you're charging me when I was right on the dot for free parking, blah blah blah." She goes and gets some security guard. He tells me that they have changed the policy and there is no more free parking for 15 minutes. Oh...nice to let the patrons know! Then he says, "we changed the rules because pharmacy patients were TAKING ADVANTAGE of the free parking."

At this point, my head has become a boiling volcano with lava and ash spewing forth. I'm spitting mad. "The pharmacy patients are POOR. They aren't taking advantage, they are using your policy to save money." "Well, we don't have this policy anymore because they were taking advantage. I'll let you go this time, but you are BANNED from this parking lot. You can't ever park here again. We don't give away free parking. I'm taking down your license number and I don't ever want to see you in this lot again."

I mention that I'm handicapped and this is the handicapped access to the hospital, but the asshole just pulls open the gate. I drive out before he can even see my license plate. Not that it would matter. You can't ban a patron, a handicapped patron, from a public parking lot.

I'm reporting this to the hospital administration. I am outraged that they would allow these idiots to treat their patients with such disdain. Taking advantage. Why the hell does he think they're on free care? For fun? Because they can't get Medicaid. The disrespect that the poor are treated with in this state is unbelievable. Maybe Susan Wornick might be interested. I think I'll give her a buzz, too.

Oh, and the final joke. This is a direct quote from their web site:

Quality Service Guarantee

If we do not meet your expectations on any given day, we do not want you to pay us. All we ask is that you call VPNE's President and let him know what we need to improve in order to meet expectations.

Hello? Mr President Mr. Kevin J. Leary? I think I've got something that might interest you.
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Sunday, July 30, 2006

Recovered? I wouldn't go that far.

With Blogathon behind me (but you can still pledge to sponsor me for another 48 hours) I have to say that this was one of the most fun and meaningful experiences I've had blogging. It wasn't easy, but it was very cathartic for both the Boy and myself. We both plan to do it again next year. He really enjoyed himself, and I think he felt important and respected as a blogger/writer, which is always a good thing.

As for sleep, well let's just say it didn't work out quite the way I planned. I was so wired I couldn't fall asleep until about 10:15 this morning, and then the Worthless Pet started meowing at top volume just after 11. Yeah, a whole 45 minutes of snoozetime. How refreshing!

I had a bit of trouble falling back to sleep, but eventually passed out and slept until 4:30 this afternoon when the Girl got home. The Boy and I both staggered about for a while, and now the two of them are lying next to each other on the floor watching Harry Potter 4. I'm still not dressed. I mean, what's the point of getting dressed at 8 pm? You got me!

There is absolutely nothing in this house to eat, and both kids are going to want food once they get out of the HP fog. Tuna casserole? I really can't do spaghetti one more time. Crap, we really need to hit the grocery store.

If you can possibly do it, I highly recommend the Blogathon experience. It was amazing. Tiring, but amazing. I feel really proud that my posts remained rational until it was over. I was sure I would either start ranting or hallucinating, but neither happened, and that was only on 4 pots of coffee. Pretty awesome, I'd say!

Still wondering where Blogher 07 is going to be. Is this the biggest secret since Watergate or what?
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Here from boston.com?

Yeah, I know, it's pretty funny to get your hand stuck in the disposal. Sad, but funny. What the article didn't say was that I was injured. All cut up and bruised. That freaking disposal was vicious.

You wanna know the saddest part? My landlady refused to pay for the repairs to the sink and disposal. The plumber's bill comes to $630.97. Money I don't have and can't afford. So, if you got a good laugh out of my stupidity and have a bit of extra cash, there's a tip jar on my sidebar, and I could really use the help paying the plumber.
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Blogathon 2006 Post # 49

Look at that number, peeps. Forty nine. Has there ever been a sweeter number? Because 49 means I did it. I posted every thirty minutes for 24 hours and lived to tell the tale. This wasn't easy.

I'd like to thank the Academy, my sponsors, my readers, and most of all Ellen, without whom I could never have thought of so much to say. If you like the topic you've been reading, Ellen sells decks of cards on her site that can be used for conversation openers. My daughter has taken them to camp twice, and has used them with her friends and bunkmates to get to know each other. The cards are brilliantly illustrated by none other than Ellen herself! Check them out.

Also, I want to mention that if you haven't yet sponsored me because you thought I was a lightweight and would never make it to the end, or because you figured someone else would do it in your place, then take heed. You can still pledge for 48 more hours. Yes, you still have too whole days to realize that I've worked my ass off to make this both interesting and enjoyable for you, dear readers, and all I ask in return is a little bitty pledge, or a big giant pledge, whichever comes first in your wallet, to help support the good works that Children's Hospital in Boston does for children all over the world. Remember, they never turn any child down for lack of insurance or inability to pay. And they do so because of the generous donations from sponsors like you. So please be generous and make a pledge.

I would like to be...

The Boy wants me to say healthier. I want to say wealthier. But the real answer is neither. I would like to be a better person. A richer, healthier better person, for sure, but a better, less impatient, more accepting person. But richer is good, too. So, if you happen to be my fairy godmother, I'll promise to be a better, nicer, kinder person, but you have to drop some cash. Deal?

This is it, folks. The end of the Blogathon. 24 hours, 49 posts, one very tired old lady and one cranky teenager who has already woken up. Lila tov. Or Bokker tov. Whatever....


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 48

I hate Blogger. HATE IT. Not that I don't hate Wordpress too, because I do. But I had a big post all written and it just disappeared. Poof... into the vapor. So I'm going to rewrite it as best I can, but it's gonna be late. Just live with it.

I regret....

Burning bridges with regards to relationships in my past. I have a tendancy to just say "fuck it" when things aren't going the way I want them to, and then I'll say or do something untoward and completely screw up my chances of repairing the situation. I'm impatient, controlling, judgemental, and stubborn. It's not a pretty combination, but when combined, it can be deadly on relationships.

I'm aware of the problem, and I work on it now, more than I've ever done before. But I can be such a nincompoop when it comes to relationships, be it romantic, friendship, or even familial. I'm just not good when people act differently than I think they should. I get pissed and become a real jerk and then I'm up the creek. Now, this isn't to say that every relationship I've ever had ended because of my faults, because that would be greatly unjust towards me. But when I have screwed up, I've done it bigtime, and I very much regret the way I've behaved in some key relationships in my past.

I don't mean to present myself in such a negative light, but this is about regrets, right?

What do you regret?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 47

Three more posts. Three more posts. THREE MORE POSTS. Wow. Just wow.

The Boy is sleeping peacefully, the house is silent, and I'm holding on for 9 am. You early risers, don't forget to sponsor me by clicking the orange Blogathon button at the tip-top of my left sidebar. Every dollar counts! Every dollar is so appreciated. I love you guys!

I'm embarrassed because....

I was really really stupid to stick my hand down the disposal. Oh, I can't begin to tell you how much I regret that stupid mistake. Like $630.97 worth of regrets. Because although my plumber says that it's been a pleasure to serve me, it's also been really fucking expensive. Painful and expensive. Painful, expensive and mortifying. Nothing like feeling really stupid in front of 13 firefighters, plus another 5 various emergency personnel on my back porch while my hand is stuck in the freaking disposal. I mean, how stupid is that?

At least the firefighters stayed true to their word and did not put it in the local paper. I guess I can be thankful for small favors. But I'm still horribly embarrassed about the whole fiasco. I hope I never see those firefighters again. Really.

What has embarrassed you?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 46

Oh my goodness. I can't believe we're in the home stretch. The Boy has just laid down to try and go to sleep and I'm sitting here so freaking itchy that I'm ready to peel off my skin. Sometimes becoming a snake looks really attractive. I must be the itchiest person alive. It's my SIDS, sensory integration disorder. I'm completely oversensitive when it comes to anything touching me. Yes, I know this is not only boring but TMI, but I'm beyond rational at this point.

A person who makes me laugh....

Besides the regular funny bloggers that we all read: dooce, Alice, Jenn, Metrodad, Julie and Julia, I think the funniest person, the one that makes me laugh more than just about anyone is Belinda. She's so naturally funny, and her family just cracks me up. And Belinda is the one that turned me onto Dave, who is the funniest blogger ever. My fondest wish is to have Belinda and Dave together in a room and have at it. I think my insides would just fall out from laughing so hard.

In fact, I'd like to have a dinner party with all the above. I'd even sit at the table and maybe, just maybe, croak out a hello or something equally pithy. It could happen!

Who makes you laugh?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 45

One more reminder. I'm blogging for Children's Hospital of Boston. Please consider sponsoring me. I've stayed up all night, along with the Boy, to raise money for this most worthy institution. Children's Hospital never denies any child care, no matter what his insurance or financial situation is. They do so with community support. Any pledge, no matter how small, is welcomed. To pledge, click on the orange Blogathon button at the very top of my left sidebar. And thank you so much to all my sponsors. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your generosity!

They just don't understand....

This could easily be my most controversial post of the entire Blogathon. Yikes! I think most younger women that are SAHM's don't understand why women of my generation are disappointed that these women have tossed aside their educations and work experience to remain at home. This seems to be a generational thing. When I was in my twenties, women just did not stay at home unless they were unable to work. It wasn't a financial decision, it was a feminist ideology. Women fought so hard for the right to work, and to recieve a decent paycheck for their efforts. Women worked hard to get into colleges, and to turn gender segregated colleges into coed schools. It wasn't easy, and often it was dirty.

For our generation to have worked so hard to achieve even a modicom of equality and then to watch the next generation, who sauntered into coed schools and formerly male-based workplaces, and then just throw it all away to stay at home... well, it's hard to understand why.

Yes, I've read a million and one mommyblogger posts about how important it is to be with their children 24/7 and to raise them by themselves. But I don't buy that. I think it's easier to stay at home than to work all day and then come home and be a mommy, maid, and cook at night. In fact, because I've done both, I know it's easier to stay at home. It might not be as intellectually challanging, but it's easier, no doubt about it. Working moms don't just turn off their jobs when they walk in the door. They put on a second hat, the mom hat, and start up their second job. It's very hard to do that day in and day out. It's a lot less stressful to be at home. You have the same jobs and responsibilities, but a full day to get them done, not just a few hours every evening when you're already exhausted from a full day of work. So I really don't believe that it's all about being a better parent.

I do think that women are lying to their parents when they ask to attend expensive colleges and universities knowing that they have no intention of using their educations. I don't think it's honest to do so knowing that you're planning to be a SAHM. I also think that parenting is very different now, much more obsessive, than even 15 years ago, never mind when most women of my generation began parenting. Just look at the fears over what to eat when you're pregnant, vs what women ate 25 years ago. Or germs. Moms are so germ-phobic now that they walk around with purell cleaning every surface in sight. Moms who make a career of parenting tend to be in the attachment parenting, family bed, extended nursing school of parenting. I don't have any issue with that, but it's a lot different than how women of my generation raised their kids. There is so much more fear in parenting now. And that parenting fear tends to make moms more obsessive, more frightened of daycare, and more apt to stay home because there is a lack of trust that anyone can care for their child as well as they can.

Now there is even a backlash against preschool. That is beyond my comprehension. I cannot understand why SAHMs are so fearful of being apart from their children for even a few hours that they would deprive the child of social interaction. And no, park outings and occasional playdates are not the same thing as a preschool experience.

Which is why I think SAHMs don't understand the thinking of my generation and vice versa.

What don't they understand in your opinion?


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Blogathon 2006 post #44

Greetings people, I shake you warmly by the hand. This is the boy posting because dear old mother is too busy reading the ikea catalog we got in the mail yesterday.

I love...

I love my family and friends above all else. However those you are expected to love so I will provide you with smaller details of things that I love. I love when people offer me help and support in times of need. I love when I get a new cd and listening to it over and over because I've never heard anything like it before. I love when I go to the movies and open the door to the theater and that sweet aroma of fresh popped popcorn fills the air. I love the whoosh of going down the steepest hill on a roller coaster and flailing my arms about as the coaster goes up, down and around. I espescially love giant home theaters (yes, I'm a complete home entertainment/ electronics nerd). I love music with all my heart, because it is what I believe keeps me sane.

I love knowing that I will always be loved

What do you love?


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Blogathon 2006 Post #43

Oh shit, I'm yawning again. The Boy is standing next to me and claiming loudly, "I'm not tired. I'm like wooo hooo hooo." And he's just so wired I can't believe it. I'm about to collapse and he's planning when he might be ready to go to sleep, like maybe in the afternoon. And people claim that ADHD is a made up diagnosis. I swear, I could rent this kid out as proof that not only does it exist, but it's really really virulent.

Anyhow... it'is completely light out. Time is running out.

Heaven is......

Is a Christian idea, one that Judaism really doesn't support. So I don't believe in an afterlife, heaven or hell. For me, death is final. Worm food. Done. Finis. For other religions, it's not moot. But for Jews, it is.

What is your idea of heaven?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 42

Wow, there is light at the end of the tunnel. I'm psyched that I've gotten this far without completely losing it, but I must admit I'm so wired at this point that I don't think I'll be able to sleep at 9:00. I might have to just continue.... just kidding! About continuing, anyhow. I'm so done. I don't think I'll be posting for a while. I believe you have plenty to read, right? Like 49 posts worth. :-)

I feel proud about:

It isn't my wardrobe or my makeup drawer, that's for sure! Nope, I'm proud that I've held onto my beliefs and convictions despite so many of the hardships we've endured as a family. I've always been very politically motivated and politically active, and that hasn't changed at all. I've been a stalwart supporter of Israel since I lived there in 1970. I've never changed my religious beliefs despite the way Judaism treats single parent families. I've remained a hippie in tie-dye and overalls despite the fact that the rest of the world wants Prada and Escada. I have never worn high heels in my life. Nor do I plan to start anytime soon. My hair is gray and I like it that way. Makeup is something my daughter wears. Not me.

I'm not a faddish person. I'm still carrying a backpack and not a purse. Oh, I own plenty of purses. Really expensive, made just for me purses by Carol Hearty. But I like my backpack and it's so much more convenient with all the medical accoutrements I need to carry with me.

Sometimes I feel like an old fogey, but that's not really what I'm about. I just stick to what I like and what I know works for me, despite what society says is more correct. I'm my own person, I've always been that way, and I'm really proud of that.

And you? What are you proud about?


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Blogathon 2006 Post 41

Well, the cat shit on the bathroom floor because we wouldn't let him out and after all, if we're up it MUST be time to go out. This is his first poop accident ever, and his box is spotless so this had to be a revenge poop. Oy vey, it's not enough that I've got difficult kids, now the cat is acting up?

Rocking to the Cure, and waking up for my third wind. Boy is still wide awake. There are things to be said for ADHD.

When I'm in a group....

I freeze. I'm so not a group person. It takes me a long time to warm up to people, and then I'm OK, but the first impression most people have of me is that I'm either snobby (so not so) or socially retarded, which is much more accurate.

Once I've warmed up I tend to be a leader. I'm an idea person, not much of an executer. I'm very verbal, so I usually not only come up with ideas, but also with ways to achieve those goals quickly and accurately. Then I tell other people to get to work. This is why I'm a much better manager than an individual contributor.

One thing I don't like about being in a group is the stupid question person. There is always one in every group. You know, the person that never reads the introductory materials and so asks every dumb question that could easily be answered if they bothered to look at the materials before the meeting. The person that monopolizes the meeting with personal questions. The person who doesn't follow directions and then makes a ton of public excuses as to why. The person that responds to every question with a personal answer because it's all about him/her. Oh man, that so burns my butt. Especially as someone that tends to be a listener more than an active player. It really bothers me when someone is so aggressive that they try to take over a group and make it all about them. Argh, I hate that.

See, so not a group kinda person!

What about you? What kind of group particpant are you?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 40

Ah.... I took a nice cool (not cold) shower and I'm feeling so much better. I was beginning to get pretty rank sitting in one position for hours, especially with hot flashes. Not a great combination, hot weather, humidity, sedimentary position and hot flashes. And eyedrops. Oh the red eyes, they are soothed.

At my job...

Oh, this one could definately get me dooced, so I'm going to be very vague. Sorry, but I know that my coworkers DO read my blog, so I'm not going to say anything untoward or silly or unkind. Just not gonna happen. With that in mind, my job is pretty nebulous. I like it that way most of the time, but it would be nice to have more direction at times. I write, edit and blog about internet security issues. Not your normal, "get another firewall and all will be saved internet security issues." More in the realm of authentication and identity management. Sometimes I post here about some of my thoughts on this topic, but for the most part I try to separate this blog from my professional blog.

My main job though, is being a mom. Its a job I take really seriously, and I think I'm pretty good at it considering what I have to work with. I love my kids with all my heart, but they are not easy or compliant beings. Far from it, in fact. Which makes this job really really hard most days.

Enough said?

What do you do at your job?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 39

Wow, number 39. Ten more to go after this one. It seems almost unbelievably that I have actually done this many posts without losing my mind. Right now I'm drinking a glass of Pinot Grigio, which is remarkably refreshing and tasty at 3:30 in the morning. Maybe margaritas should be next?

Meanwhile, the Boy is going through the Ikea catalog that I've been longing to look at, circling all the things he would like to have. Yeah, right. If he's really lucky, he might get some food this week.

I am comforted by....

The continuity of my favorite soap opera. I know, it sounds really inane, but when you've been watching a soap since you were 5 years old and you're 54 now, and the same characters with the same actors are still there, you have to admit it's sort of like watching your family grow old! I mean, since I don't really have a family, I don't really get to watch the passage of time except with my kids, and they're only 13. But the Hughs family on As the World Turns? Man, I remember when Bob and Lisa were in high school and they are both grandparents many times over. And not little grandkids, either. Teens and college aged grandkids and more!

The five actors on the left, 3 standing and two sitting are all original cast members from the beginning of the show. Like in 50 years ago!

I don't watch it every day, and most of the time I sleep through at least half the episode (just put it on and I'm out like a light) but I follow the happenings in Oakdale IL much more than I do my own pathetic family, and I like them better, too.

What comforts you?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 38

First and foremost, is anyone else as annoyed as me that nobody, live bloggers or the actual site, has posted where Blogher 2007 is going to be located? They gave a hint a week or so ago what it was going to be east of the Mississippi River, and I've heard rumors about Chicago, but no actual announcement. And I'm dying of curiosity.

I hate it when.....

It has rained for oh, 15 days in a row and it's finally sunny and I get that horrible sinus headache from hell. It seems totally unfair that the weather has finally cleared up and it's gorgeous out and I've got such a migraine that light hurts my eyes and my face aches from the sinus pressure. I mean, is that just wrong?

What do you absolutely hate?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 37

No nap for this mom. I finished reading a chick lit book . I'm so tired but so jacked up on caffiene I might never sleep again.

The Boy's post below was really upsetting. He's right, and he's so introspective. He is miserable, just as I've been posting for weeks. But he's never admitted this to me. This blogging thing, I think it's really good for him. He needs an outlet in which to be able to express himself, and he's not going to do it on his MySpace page. He's a great kid, but he's got a lot of stuff going against him, especially his neurological stuff. I don't know how to make him feel less odd and alone. No matter what I say or do, he just doesn't have the courage within himself to put himself out there socially. And with a mom like me for an example of the worst of social anxieties and phobias, I don't really know how to show him differently. Oh man, I feel so guilty now.

Which leads naturally into:

I wish....

I wish I could make it all better for the Boy. I've talked about this so many times on my blog. My heart aches for him. He's such a great kid, but he's lost. When I read about his insecurities tears well up in my eyes. I know all this, it's not a surprise to read what he says. But he's putting it out there for people to read, and that's a real cry for help.

I wish, I wish more than anything that I could make it better. When things were simple a few years back I could kiss it and make it better. No amount of kissing is going to make this better. No amount of medication is going to make this better. Even therapy isn't making this better. And I'm so sad because I'm helpless to change the reality. I don't know how. I wish I could just get an idea and voila, things would improve. I wish my Boy was happy again. He hasn't been in a very long time. Watching your child hurt is about as painful as it gets. I wish more than anything that his life would be easier.

What do you wish for?


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Blogathon 2006 post #36

boy here, letting very tired mom take a nap. nap sounds good nap,nap,nap,nap,nap,nap.

I miss...

I miss when everything used to be simple. I miss the time of naps, finger-painting, and boo-boos. Why does getting older suck so much? Is it because I was the smartest kid in school for a long time but am now in a special-ed program? I mean it's only a program for kids with behavioral issues, right? What happened to the times when someone would call me stupid and I could reply, if I'm so stupid then why am I being bumped up a grade? What happened to when I could feel good about myself without having to tell myself lies and exaggerations. I've become so insecure that I don't even bother to do anything anymore. All I do nowadays is sit around, watch TV, play xbox, and sleep. It really scares me that my life is never going to amount to much like I always hoped it would. I've become so reclusive that my mom and sister are starting to hate being around me. I mean who wouldn't when you have a kid like me hanging around you all day long. I'm bipolar, I have o.c.d. , I have incredibly bad a.d.d. and a.d.h.d. , I'm depressed, I have anger issues, and to top it all off, I'm to smart for my own well being. Who would want me bugging them all day?

Anyway It's posting time, so I bid you adieu kind people.

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Blogathon 2006 Post #35

this is the boy giving dear old mom some rest

If I was an animal?

If I was an animal I would be a dragon. Yes you heard me correctly,dragon. I know that this is a mythical being and that it doesn't really count as an animal, but scientists have proven that there were creatures similar to dragons millions of years ago. I would choose to be a dragon for many reasons. For instance, people are downright frightened of things that they don't think exist. What if you were walking down the street and you saw a dragon wreaking havoc upon the world? That's right, you would whimper and say please boy, spare me, I will do anything you say. And I would reply, I smite you puny mortal, you are not worthy of my mercy (insert demonic laugh here).

Wow I just got really sidetracked. Oh well it's 2:00 and time to post this.

P.S. Watch my youtube clips, they're hilarious!

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Blogathon 2006 Post # 34

I just drank another pot of coffee...with sugar. I never put sugar in coffee. I don't usually even eat sugar. I'm diabetic. But I'm getting the shakes and I think I needed a bit of a sugar push before I take my Metrodin. Either that or I'm so tired I can't think straight anymore. Hmmm....

Oh, and I'm visiting other Blogathon blogs, but I'm too shaky right now to comment. But I'm visiting. Promise!

My parents are....

Well my father's dead, so I have to separate them due to tense issues. OK? My father was a violent cold man. Sort of a waste as a father, like so many father's of his time. When I read Peter Jennings book "The Greatest Generation" and read about all those men, WW2 vets and what their children said about them, I recognized my father over and over. He was withdrawn, probably clinically depressed, and unhappy. He had no friends.

My mother is insane. Clinically whacked. Nutty as a fruitcake. Bats in the Belfry. Should have been medicated 60 years ago, but refused all treatment including therapy. Smart as a whip, funny as hell when she's lucid. A TERRIBLE mother. Jealous, and hated her kids. She's alone and she deserves it. Haven't seen her since 1980 and have no plans to ever see her again. My choice.

And your parents are?


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Saturday, July 29, 2006

Blogathon 2006 Post # 33

Oh man, I'm getting ridiculously sleepy. Funny thing is, I NEVER go to sleep anywhere near this early. It's just that I didn't have my nap today and so I'm wiped. I think I might have to have a nap and leave the Boy in charge. He's wide awake!

I will never forget....

Driving across the country when we moved back from California to Massachusetts. I drove every single mile by myself. All 3000+ miles. With 9 year old twins. In an ancient minivan. One I still own, by the way. It was absolutely the best experience I've ever had with my kids. Ever.

We took two weeks to cross the country and we visited a lot of interesting and sometimes historical things along the way. This was our route:

Cupertino to Reno Nevada. We hit Circus Circus and watched all the tacky shows. My kids thought Reno was a lot less cool than Tahoe, where we stayed at Caesar's Palace in a fancy suite.
Reno to Salt Lake City, Utah. We arrived late in the afternoon after a very long and ugly ride across the desert. We saw the Salt Flats and I was planning to visit the Geneology Center at the Mormon headquarters, but when we awoke it was snowing. In mid-April. And I didn't have chains and didn't want to pay for them, so we flew out of there in a hurry and made it over the pass just in time.

Salt Lake City to Cheyenne Wyoming. We slept there and went on the next morning. I was dying to go to Boulder and show the kids where I went to undergrad school but the Boy pitched a mega fit and absolutely refused. He wanted out of the car.

Cheyenne to Lincoln Nebraska. Another long and boring ride, but this one was brought to excitement by a Tornado warning right where we were. No tornado but great thunder and lightening storm.

Lincoln to Ottumwa Iowa. We stayed with friends on a cattle ranch for 3 days. Our friend is a cowboy and we got to see ranching and cowpoking first hand. Kids rode real cow ponies. We also stopped at the ONLY Kosher store we found inbetween CA and Iowa, in DesMoines, and spend a lot on food. They were so nice and kept the store open for us almost to Shabbat so we could buy what we needed for Shabbat.

Ottumwa to Chicago. We stayed with a friend for two days. We saw a baseball game at Wrigley Field, culminating in one of the great baseball moments of my life. Did the Art Museum and walked all around the city. Had some EXCELLENT Kosher pizza that the Boy still talks about.

Chicago to Cleveland. We stayed in a cool hotel right downtown and caught a ball game at Jacobs Field. That ballpark is WAY too big, but the game was fun and they have Kosher hot dog stands all over the ballpark. Next day we went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame which was fabulous. The Boy was so in his element. I went beserk singing with the headphones on. That place is MADE for people my age.

Cleveland to Cooperstown. Hit the Baseball Hall of Fame where we had a private tour by the brother of a friend, a guy who works there as an executive. It was like going to the biggest synagogue in the world. I loved it, but have to admit I was so exhausted I fell asleep on one of the benches.

Cooperstown to Longmeadow MA. Visited with my brother which was unpleasant.

Longmeadow to Boston. Home at last!

What will you always remember?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 32

I'm getting sleepy. Sleepy. My eyes are drooping. Yawn. Snore..... Oh, yes, I own you another post. Silly me!

I feel sad when.....

I can't get my children the things they want and sometimes need due to my financial situation. We live in a very tony 'burb in a very expensive city. My housing costs take up at least 3/4 of my disability check. There is VERY little left for specials, never mind the usual things that kids need. My kids would love their own Ipods, but that isn't going to happen. The Boy is dying for a 35 mm camera. He'd like a digital one, but he'd be happy with a film version. I look all the time on craigslist, but nobody seems to be selling them for a price I can afford, like free.

Both of my kids are in desperate need of new mattresses. The ones they sleep on were hand-me-downs from a friend. She's 44 years old and they were her beds as a child. Good beds, but they're ancient and horribly uncomfortable with springs sticking out.

The boy needs all new clothing for fall, including a coat. He refuses to stop growing, the lout. Since he hasn't even begun the growth spurt and he's already 5'7, I think we're going to be buying new clothes every few months. I can't even begin to figure out where that money is coming from.

I hate depriving my kids of stuff they need. I don't mind that much about the 'extras', but it hurts me terribly to see them not get what they need because I just can't do it financially.

What makes you sad?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 31

Sorry the last post was so late. The Boy had some problems embedding the YouTube clips, and after a lot of screaming and profanities, I had to step in and fix his html. Man, was it confuzzeled.

OK, my next topic is going to be short and sweet.

God is....

Everywhere. All the time. No matter what your religion is. Here o Israel, the Lord is God, the Lord is One.


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Blogathon 2006 post #30

This is the very giggly boy again. I'm not updating my previous post just yet.

My favorite TV shows

#5-late late show w/ craig ferguson.
my 5th favorite TV show may be one of the funniest shows ever to appear on TV. Whether it is craig's great accent, or his hilariously funny skits(michael caine in space, sean connery's this day in history) or even his verbal attacks of bob barker, I just can't seem to figure out what makes this show so funny. I even get depressed when saturday comes around and I know he won't be on for 2 whole days!

#4-Monty python's flying circus.
It may have been on 30 years ago but it never fails to make my sides split with laughter. The combination of these 6 men has produced the greatest comedy team of all time. I still watch the holy grail(my favorite movie) on a regular basis. There is no doubt in my mind that this is the silliest show in the history of television!

This show never fails to come up with new twists and turns that make your head spin. When I first heard about this show I thought it would be something along the lines of gilligans island. Wow I was wrong. With it's creative use of flashbacks which intertwine the characters lives, it has left me begging for the fall to come around so my head can spin once again!

#2- the simpsons.
this was a hard choice for me. I have and always will love the simpsons for it's sarcasm and just outright hilarious humor. As the longest running animated TV show in the history this show never ceases to amaze me with it's charm and wit!

#1-South Park.
this is a show that is known for making fun of everybody and everything. It may offend you that a group of 8 year olds can say shit over 200 times in 20 minutes but I see it differently. I think the fact that they manage offend everyone on the planet is great. I just don't understand why people get so offended by it's pottymouthed humor. anyway heres one of my favorite episodes!

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Blogathon 2006 Post # 29

I got nothing, people. I'm in the middle of an interesting and LONG email with Belinda and I've just wasted a half hour. I'm bad. Sue me. The Boy is up next, once I finish with Belinda. I'm sorry. I'm a deadbeat. I'll be back.


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 28

I see the Boy has chosen to speak of his school experiences. Since he rarely talks to me about this, it should be an interesting read for me as well as for you. He's a great kid, but he's not kidding when he says he hated school. His school experiences have been less than stellar as a rule, which is what got me into advocating in the first place. I can't wait for the next installment!

Anyhow, the next topic is:

I am waiting for....

Godot. No, seriously. Ok, I'm a wiseass. I can't help it.

I am actually waiting for a time when my kids will learn to accept each other's differences and be better friends. Right now, it's bicker bicker bicker. With a pinch of hormones and a dash of nastiness. Fun for all! I know that eventually they'll get over their inane hatred of each other and be better friends, but this stuff gets really ugly at times. Last night they got into it bigtime over nothing and the Boy got really ugly. After at least 2 dozen swearwords passed his lips in one minute, I sent him upstairs for the night, which was a huge punishment as it's sweltering up there. He got so mad he punched a hole in the wall.

I'm sorry, but that level of anger at each other is unacceptable. It's one reason the Girl is rarely home. She picks and runs. She's pretty offensive herself, and she knows better than just about anyone how to get under your skin. But he's not innocent either, and he says terrible things when provoked. They both need to have their mouths stitched shut. Eventually they'll learn how to behave themselves with each other. And I'm waiting patiently for that day. OK, not so patiently. Not patiently at all.

What are you waiting for?


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Blogathon 2006 post #27

Once again it is my pleasure to fill in for my mom.

So how was school today? Part 1 of 3

School wasn't always an issue for me. Although I despised it, it came easily to me. I was always flying through the work I was given. So much, in fact that I even finished all the work in my third grade curriculum before the second semester of my school. Finding work that was challenging or even easy became an extremely difficult and daily task. It got so bad that my mom pulled me out of school and decided to home-school me until we could find another school. When the time came for me to go back into a school setting I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know if the work would be hard or easy. However I really didn't expect them to move me up into fourth grade. Being bumped up a grade had it's pros and cons, for example, I could brag to my friends about how young I was to be in fourth grade, but then I realized that bragging would only distance me further from those friends. The worst was yet to come. The transition from 3rd to 4th grade wasn't easy. I went from being a kid who never got homework , to being completely overwhelmed with homework. Sure it was only 45 minutes to an hour a night, yet still, I didn't know how to deal with everything that was being forced upon me. So my mentality about school completely changed. I went from doing all my work on time to never doing it at all. I became incredibly unfocused, I never EVER did homework, and to top it all off,I had teachers who despised me because they were threatened by my intelligence. It was so bad that I even had a teacher who would take my work, throw it away, and say I never did it.

stay tuned for the next installment of, So how was school today?

P.S. have you ever had trouble in school?

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Blogathon 2006 Post # 26

I feel like I've finally woken up and I'm just cruising right about now. Might be that second wind thing. The Boy is so bored he actually asked to write another post. Maybe the next one!

I use my gift to help others by...

Acting as an educational advocate for the parents of gifted and twice exceptional children. Twice exceptional means gifted + learning disabilities, and in the gifted community jargon it's referred to as 2E. Unbeknownst to most people outside the gifted community, it's very common to have a 2E child. In fact, more gifted kids are 2E than not. It's not known why, but many gifted kids have neurological problems above their giftedness, often seen in the guise of ADHD, ADD, bipolar disorder, and various diagnosis on the autistic spectrum. Both of my children are 2E.

Because I'm a natural researcher, and a writer, and have major indignation/anger for crappy school officials, I've become an advocate to help other parents wade through the bogus nonsense the school systems throw at them. My rule of thumb is always: The school system will ALWAYS say "no" because they do not want to spend any extra money on your child. They will lie and tell you that your child is not eligible for special education services. They will cook up faulty test scores. They will disallow any outside testing. They will claim that because your child is working on grade level his/her disability does not count. NEVER trust the school system to tell you the truth.

I help parents research their rights, narrow down their options, and write up a usable IEP. I will come to IEP meetings as an advocate. I will help parents search for an alternative school setting for the child. I will tell them about the options they have within the public schools. Most of that information is never relegated to parents unless they push.

I do this voluntarily because I know how hard it is to buck the system and win.

What do you do to help others?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 25

My kitty loves me. I'm eating tuna fish and all of a sudden he's my bestest best friend. I'm so lucky!

Thanks to my sponsors for giving so generously to Children's Hospital of Boston. I've raised $320 and we're only half way through the night. So if you're thinking of sponsoring me, do it soon. Remember, any pledge, no matter how small (or large) is greatly appreciated. Children's Hospital serves anyone, regardless of insurance and ability to pay. They do so in part with donations they receive through the community. Please help them to help children who are very sick.

I can always talk to....

My friend Jean. I've mentioned her before, I believe, but for those new to my blog, Jean is the most amazing woman I've ever met. She's 84 years old, the same age as my mother. But the difference between my mother, also a Jeanne, and my friend Jean is night and day. Jean is the most generous, kind-hearted, non-judgemental, special person. She's been a Godsend to my family, helping us time and again to solve problems that seem insurmountable. She's a tiny little thing, but she's the most powerful woman I know.

She's known us since my kids were about 4 months old. We met Jean as a volunteer for the Visiting Moms, a group of women that visit new mothers and focus on the mother, not just the babies. Jean had recently moved to the Boston area after she lost her husband. Two of her three children live in our city, so it was a natural place for her to relocate to. Once she settled in, she began volunteering. She works at the library one day a week, recovering and repairing books. She works one day a week at a local public elementary school as a library volunteer. She works two days a week at Early Intervention, an organization I introduced her to when my kids were both involved in the program. And lastly she volunteered as a Visiting Mom until last summer, when she upped the ante at Early Intervention, where they insisted she become a paid employee. I think she donates her entire paycheck right back to the organization. She's that kind of woman.

When I say she's generous, I can't even begin to describe how generous she is. She's the most giving person I've ever met. She gives to bazillions of charities, she's always helping her family with babysitting and carpooling, she's been an amazing help to us over and over again, and she does so selflessly, with no fanfare, and with the goodness of heart that I wish I could obtain.

Jean is a beautiful woman. I can talk to her about anything. When my kids were babies and the Girl was so sick, she was the counsel I relied upon to get through the dark times. And I still do today. I'm incredibly blessed to have Jean in our lives. She's the parent I never had, and she's changed me for the better in more ways than I can count. Plus, my kids love her. Absolutely LOVE her.

Who can you always talk to?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 24

Half way, people! Half way. I never thought I would last this long. My butt is killing me from sitting in this chair all night. Ergonomic, shergonomic. There is only so much one can sit in the same position. I get up to pee and I walk like an ape. I'm molded to the chair.

Dinner tonight? Why thanks for asking. Tuna fish on saltines. YUM. It's the only thing I can think of to eat whilst blogging. Anyhow...

I get angry at...

People that talk about about how diversity is SO important to them, but have no tolerance for religion. This is one of the top reasons I couldn't stand living in the Bay Area. There is a certain Bay Area arrogance, where the residents believe that it's the best place on earth and so diverse. Yes, there is diversity there, but nowhere near the diversity of other places. Boston is way more diverse. The Bay Area has a lot of Asians and East Asians, and even a sizable African-American population in Oakland, but lets face it, there aren't a lot of other races and nationalities living there. How many Cape Verdean people live in the Bay Area? Or Greeks, Turks, Armenians (Fresno doesn't count as the Bay Area), Russians, Italians, Sudanese, Ugandians, Portugese, Brazilians, Haitians, Israelis, or Lebanese? When you think of the Bay Area's diversity, you think of Asians. And yes, that's diversity. But to brag and say that a resident of the Bay Area couldn't live anywhere else because it's so diverse there makes me laugh at the ignorance of the claimant. Believe me, NYC is way more diverse than the Bay Area ever hopes to be.

And then, on top of the lack of diversity in the Bay Area, anyone that practices a religion is suspect. That's the only place I've ever lived where it's hip to be an athiest and replusive to have any religious beliefs. People are really unaccepting of religion there, and to have that attitude not only makes me really angry, but just shows me that they don't understand what diversity is, and what it means in the first place.

So what pisses you off?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 23

I've been looking at all the Blogher photos up on flickr and I've come to some stunning conclusions.

That is one seriously white crowd. Not a lot of women of color are blogging, or though it seems from the photos. That surprised me.

Wow, there sure are a lot of blond bloggers.

Labels, folks. Labels. I don't know who I'm looking at.

People look like they're having a great time. Way big smiles abound.

Not as many Apple notebooks as Windows machines.

Many more men than I thought. One very hot guy with dreads. Don't know who, but nice!

After a bazillion angst filled posts about "I have nothing to wear", everyone looks decidedly average, clothing wise.

The convention could be a Dove commercial. Lots of normal bodies. Plenty of body fat. Everyone looks healthy and NORMAL. Dooce looks to be the skinniest one there. As usual!

Not as many drunken photos as I thought there would be. Minus Amalah, of course.

Not one 'deer in the headlights' photo so far. Perhaps it is a blessing I'm not there. :-)

Go check out the photos. Just search for blogher 2006 and you'll get a large photostream.

I'm still waiting for the announcement of where the Blogher 2007 conference is going to be. Anyone know yet?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 22

The Girl appeared for about 15 minutes, but she's gone again. I believe she lives here, but you'd never know it by the amount of time she actually spends here. She's off to sleep over a friend's house, then she'll be driving with her friend to drop said friend off at camp, and then she shall return sometime tomorrow afternoon. Nice of her to drop in. Now on to something more compelling:

Men are.....

Hmmmmm..... the easy answer is, of course, pigs. Oh you know it's true. They ARE pigs. They're slovenly, self-absorbed, aggressive, arrogant people. But then again, they have penises. Which makes them likeable some of the time.

I find men a lot less interesting than women as a whole, although there are some men that fascinate me, and I spend a lot of time wondering how their minds work. Like Dave from Blogography. I find him a totally compelling man (he's more of a guy than a man) because he's both funny and spontaneous and you never know what he'll say next. And he's adorable.

Like most of my women friends, I've wished over the years that I was a Lesbian. It would be so much easier to cut men out of my life. But I just can't seem to do that, much to my chagrin. Yes, the truth of the matter is, I like some men. Not a lot of men, but there are some that make me weak in the knees and slobberingly pathetic. Say, for example, Johnny Depp. Now there is a man I'd like to lock in my closet for special occasions.

What is your opinion of men?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 21

I feel like I've done absolutely nothing all day but post. And there are still 14 hours to go. I swear it, if I start really blathing on and one, TELL ME. Please?

And a reminder. I'm posting for Children's Hospital in Boston. If you haven't yet sponsored me, and have a something in your wallet, please sponsor me. No pledge is too small (or too big!). Ok, and on to:

My secret is.....

I had an affair with a married man. Who happens to be the father of my children. So no talking bad about him or me. Because regardless of the inherent sleaziness of having an affair, even if he was separated from his wife and family (yes, a family too), I ended up with two of the most incredible and beautiful children on the planet. So I don't regret the affair, although I do regret the sleaze factor involved. I did learn a valuable lesson and I don't think I'd ever do this again.

But in my favor, MAN was he hot! With an English accent, to boot. I'm a fool for the accents.

What is your secret?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 20

Twenty. Only 29 more to go! And I'm barely punchy. OK, that's a lie. I'm beyond punchy but still able to write coherently. But I'm yawning. A lot.

My safe spot is....

This is kind of a convoluted thing. I don't drive anymore, so I'm pretty much relegated to the area around my community, where I can use the disabled public transportation. This means that my safe spot is unfortunately now beyond my reach. Which sucks so much I can't even put it into words.

So I've got this safe spot, but I can't get to it. It's in the smallest city in MA, Newburyport. I lived there for 9 years and it's the place where I feel like I grew up. I moved there right after I finished graduate school. It is the first place I ever lived alone, the first place I fell sickingly in love, the first place where I held a job, the first place I ever owned property, the first place I owned a boat, and the first place where I bought a new car (actually two new cars!).

Newburyport is very special. It's right on the ocean, at the mouth of the Merrimack River. The ocean is a wildlife sanctuary called Plum Island, home to an amazing array of birds. It's one of the top birding places in the country. Not that I'm a birder, but I've seen everything from puffins to plovers to coromants to snowy owls there.

The city itself is an old whaling and fishing community, and the houses are OLD. When I say old, I mean built in the 1700's old. The downtown was restored right before I first moved there in the early 70's, and it's composed of old red brick 3 and 4 story buildings with big firewalls in-between each building. The sidewalks are also red brick.

The downtown has very funky stores, and a lovely boardwalk along the river for evening strolls. There is a large harbor that is home to some of the most beautiful sailing vessels you've ever seen. It is a small city, about 20K people, and it's walkable from one end to the other. It has salt marshes with a tiny river, the Parker running thru, so you can canoe or kayak there. It has a thriving theatre and a very funky old movie house. There are wonderful restaurants and a couple of very 'townie' bars with live music.

I've never felt more at home anywhere in my life, and when I'm in need of comfort, going up to the Port always makes me feel better. I hope to retire there.

Where is your safe spot?


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Blogathon 2006 Post # 19

Computer doing something strange. Must reboot. Will see you in a half hour. I hate computers. Grrrr...


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blogathon 2006 post #18

This is the boy giving my mom some time to rest.

Red sox woes

I am watching the red sox game at this very moment hoping that they can pull off a miraculous extra innings win. They are frustrating me very much right now, although my frustration isn't really targeted at them it is at a certain rule in major leauge baseball which says that you can intentionally walk somebody.GRRR. Just moments ago Kevin Youkilis hit a double off the monster which put a man in scoring position for big papi. Now at the time two words in particular came to mind, walk off. Papi is known for being the greatest clutch hitter in the history of baseball(or at least should be). so when he came to the plate all of Fenway park rose to it's feet expecting the usual result of this situation. But then the catcher stood up and moved a couple feet over to his left and another thought popped into my head, GOD DAMN WUSSIES! They were intentionally walking the best hitter in baseball to bring up manny, who is also one of the best hitters in baseball but is not known for being the best clutch hitter by any standard. so as soon as papi was given ball 4, I immediately yelled(to no one in particular) that it was over and that manny was going to ground into a double play on the 1st pitch he saw. and just as I foresaw he did just that. Oh well big papi's up so I'm going to take a second to watch.

YESSSSSSSSS!!!! He did It, Papi just delivered another walkoff hit to win the game, and that is why he is the greatest clutch hitter in baseball!!!!!!

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Blogathon 2006 Post # 17

I think it's number 17. They're all starting to blur together. Red Sox are still doing great although it's now a tie at the top of the 10th 6:6 with the Angels up. Papi was intentionally walked. The Boy and I both agree that it is unfair and bad sportsmanship to intentionally walk a player. I think it should be illegal myself. And subject to the death penalty, which I don't believe in for anything other than intentional walks on Papi and Manny.


The "Real Me" is....
Do not laugh. The real me is incredibly shy. Yup, it's true. Social anxiety shy. I'm also very introverted. I'd rather stay at home with my books and some nice music than go to any social event. When I'm at social events I tend to glom onto someone I know and stay glued to them until it's time to go home. I have no clue as to how to introduce myself.
I'm fine when it's a one-on-one situation, for the most part, but put me in a crowd and I shrink right down to a piece of dust under your shoe. Which is why I'm relieved that I didn't go BlogHer. Because I would never have been able to introduce myself to anyone and since I didn't know anyone who was going that I felt comfortable glomming on to (except for Belinda, and she didn't go anyhow), there was no way I could do it.
Plus, when I meet new people I tend to stumble over my words and sound like a complete moron. But give me a way to talk without face-to-face anxiety and you can't shut me up. Like, say, blogging. This is MY medium. And I thank God for it every day. I'd be really lonely without it, even though most of blogging is lonely in and of itself. But for shy people like me, it's a great social outlet.

What is your "real me" all about?


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Blogathon 2006 Post #16

Wow, can't find a more timely followup than this. You all heard about Mel Gibson's arrest for drunk driving, yes? Well guess who he blamed for his problems? You got it, the Jews. He is such an anti-semite and this time he can't hide it because it's in his arrest report. He deserves whatever he gets, the asshole.

In other good news, Papi (David Ortiz) hit another home run just a second ago and the Sox are beating the Angels 6:4. I love me some good Red Sox baseball.

I know all about.....

This is probably going to make a lot of you gag uncontrollably but I know all about US History and government. Yeah, I was that geeky kid in school that loved history, geography and civics. I never really understood why people loath history as much as they do, because I find it extremely interesting. As do both of my kids, so it must be genetic. See below for key to this picture.

Any regular readers of this blog know that I'm fairly outspoken on politics. I post a lot on national and international politics. What you may not know is I'm just as big a mouthpiece on local politics as well. Just ask the Mayor of my city. We've had quite a few 'conversations' over the years.

One of the reasons I'm so successful at Jeopardy is that my knowledge of US History is so widespread. I'm not just interested in politics, but I love culinary history, sports history, religious history, and even architectural history. I read a lot of books that most would deem drop dead boring on American historical figures. I have no clue why I like history so much, but I have always had this odd bent. I even taught History (US, Modern European, World, and Civics) in high school for 5 years. I hated working in a public school, but I loved my subject.

What is your area of expertise?


1. Robert Morris
2. Samuel Chase
3. Charles Carroll of Carrollton
4. Stephen Hopkins Rhode Island
5. Samuel Adams Massachusetts
6. ThomasMcKean Delaware
7. John Dickinson Pennsylvania
8. Abraham Clark New Jersey
9. William Ellery Rhode Island
10. John Witherspoon New Jersey
11. John Hancock Massachusetts
12. Benjamin Harrison Virginia
13. Samuel Huntington Connecticut
14. Thomas Jefferson Virginia
15. Roger Sherman Connecticut
16. John Adams Massachusetts
17. Robert R. Livingston New York
18. Benjamin Franklin Pennsylvania
19. Richard Henry Lee Virginia
20. Thomas Nelson, Jr. Virginia
21. Joseph Hewes North Carolina
22. Edward Rutledge South Carolina
23. Lyman Hall Georgia
24. Josiah Bartlett New Hampshire
25. Thomas Stone Maryland
26. Francis Hopkinson New Jersey
27. George Wythe Virginia
28. William Floyd New York


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Blogathon 2006 Post #15

We got the new IKEA catalog in the mail today and it's sitting on the dining room table begging me to look through it but this Blogathon is taking all my time. By the time I finish one post, it's time to start on the next. I don't even have time to look at the other Blogathoners to see what they're posting about. Never mind following the liveblogging at Blogher. Oh yeah, Blogher. That silly little get-together in San Jose that every mommy blogger is attending. Which is why your traffic is so low. I also can't even look at Bloglines to see who else is posting. I'm so behind! I feel frenzied.

I often think about....

The middle east. That would not be exclusively Israel and her immediate surrounding countries that wish her driven into the sea, but about Iran and Iraq and even Pakistan. I think about the oppressive life that women lead in those countries (other than Israel). I think about how fundamentalism has created nations of hatred and jihad. I think about how the most beautiful Koran has been manipulated and misinterpreted by men who keep most of their population illiterate so they cannot rise up and argue that the Koran doesn't agree with sharia law.

Mostly though, I think of my beloved Israel. A country so small and yet so huge in the political world. A country loathed by the United Nations, the press, and most of the world. A country with a small, but learned population that is hated for it's religious beliefs. Religious beliefs that are barely in the majority anymore.

I think about how people hate Israel because it is a Jewish state. And how people hate the Jews with no rational thought behind their hatred. When people make anti-Israeli statements, they're really making anti-Jewish statements. When people say things like "Jew her down" and "cheap as a Jew" and "Jews control the media" and "She's a JAP", they're saying things about me and my family that are untrue. I hate stereotyping. HATE IT. And yet Jews are stereotyped all the time as rich, money grubbing, ruthless people. Heck, look at our family. We're as poor as churchmice. And I'm as frugal as they get, but I give freely to charity/tzedakah. I'm blogging today for charity. I do this because I can't possibly give as much as I can earn through sponsors, so I give of myself instead.

I think that people ought to familiarize themselves with the entire Israeli history in order to understand her stance. I think people ought to think for themselves and not believe the very biased media on Israel. I think that it's horribly sad that I have to say this, because so few people actually even bother to know the history of Israel and make sweeping but entirely erroneous statements like "they STOLE the land from the Palestinians". Uh, wrong wrong and wrong. Read the history of how Israel was founded. There were no Palestinians. The land was bought with money. Please, be informed before you argue otherwise.

What do you often think about?


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Blogathon 2006 Post #14

He's a good Boy, but he didn't really let me sleep. Sigh. I got maybe 15 minutes of sleep in the hour that I took off, but at least I had some downtime. That's a good thing.

I'm unique because....

Oh lordy, I think this one is gonna stump me. If there's one thing I don't feel, it's unique. I feel remarkably run of the mill, in fact.

I guess my uniqueness might be my heart. And by that I mean my physical heart. I've got a congenital heart disease called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. What makes me unique is that I'm 54 and still alive and still using my own heart. Most people with my heart defect die very young. In fact, when you think of all those TV hospital shows where the people are desperately awaiting transplants and keel over before they get their hearts, they've got HCM. Or, if you think of the very young athletes like Len Bias who die "all of a sudden" on the court or field, and then it's later discovered in the autopsy that they had a heart problem, it's HCM.

This isn't the heart problem you want. Not that you'd want any heart problem. But HCM is not a good thing to have. What makes me unique with HCM is that it's not a usual heart defect in the first place, it's completely genetic in appearance, and yet nobody in my family has ever, to our knowledge. With every genetic anomaly there has to be a first, and I appear to be the first and hopefully the last to have this damn disease.

I was told when I had my initial diagnosis in my late 20's that I would have to have a heart transplant before I was 50. Well, so far, so good. My heart sucks, I've got congestive heart failure on top of my HCM, but I'm still going. Not strong, but still going. And that's pretty damn unusual!

What makes you unique?


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Blogathon 2006 post #13

Once again this is the boy sitting in for my mom who is out cold on the sofa.

My birthday is only a month away!

I can't wait for my birthday because I will finally be able to get a job. I will be turning 14 years old in only 26 days. But lets put aside my joyous mood for a second, because I seem to have run into a dilemma. the problem is such, I don't know what to wish for on my b-day. For the years leading up to my 13th birthday I always had the same wish, I wished that the red sox would win the world series. However now that they have, I can't decide what to wish for. Should I wish for my mother's health, or perhaps I should wish for the money to pay for healthcare and insurance for the whole family. Either way, it doesn't seem very likely that those wishes will come true. so you see my problem is that maybe I should wish for an object, like a new guitar or an ipod, but in the end I might as well wish for the red sox to win the world series. Because that way I won't get dissapointed when it doesn't come true.
what have you wished for on your past birthdays?

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Blogathon 2006 Post # 12

The Boy sits in for me whilst I lay in a stupor on the couch and hope for some sleep. Says he:

If I had the money.....
If I had the money to do anything I wanted, I would build the greatest music collection the world has ever seen! I would organize all my music alphabetically(by artist name) so that I would never worry about getting confused. I would keep my music in shelf upon shelf of locked glass cases so that my sister wouldn't be able to mess up the alphabetical order. I would also have guards surrounding my music so that no one could get near it.

I would have an 1,800 watt stereo system to remind everyone within a half mile radius, that I have great taste in music and that I love the music of which I have great taste in! Mostly my collection will be rock music spanning for example, from blues(eric clapton, stevie ray vaughan) and grunge(nirvana, pearl jam) to classic rock(led zeppelin, pink floyd, jimi hendrix, the who) and punk(ramones, the clash,) even funk( old red hot chili peppers).

You may or may not agree with my taste in music but hey, even people with not so great taste in music can add music to my collection. because thats what it is a collection.

What would you do if you had the money to do anything you want?

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Blogathon 2006 Post 11

I'm beginning to yawn. A lot. I think after this post I'm going to let the Boy post for an hour so I can take a quick snooze and catch up on some sleep.

I want to stop....

Being so critical. Of myself, my kids, and everyone else on earth. I'm pretty judgemental although I've been working on it for such a freaking long time. I don't suffer fools well. I have almost no patience for stupidity, and I have even less patience for blind adherence to any religion, political view, or state. I think there are good and bad in everything, but I just do not get fundamentalism in any guise and I have no patience for it. None.

I wish I weren't so critical. It makes me hard to get along with, and it makes me short-tempered a lot of the time. I always feel like I just don't have the time to deal with stuff like abject stupidity or mindless ideology. I think that this is probably why so many women annoy me. I am an ardent feminist, but not a feminazi. I believe that women should stand on their own, both financially and mentally. I am very judgement of women who not only rely on their husbands/partners for financial comfort, but who lean on their partners to teach them how to think on certain subjects, especially political. I mean, stand on your own two feet. Just because you don't have a penis doesn't make your brain less powerful.

You see what I mean. I'm just a bundle of critical thinking. I wish I weren't. But I'm not sure how I can stop. I'm constantly biting my tongue and not saying what I really want to, but even then I sound judgemental and harsh. I need to learn to STFU.

What do you want to stop?


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