Our New Downstairs

Beautiful

Aren't they gorgeous? Our new wood floors - well wood laminate, but we like them just like they are real wood!!

Interesting

Sitting here grading like crazy and all of a sudden I come across a paper held together by a hair pin - that's new, never had that before.

Um - gross!!

New Macbook Pro

So - I am so important that I need 4 computers. I have 2 PCs and 2 Macs. It's a battle for my computing soul.

But - I'm liking my little Macbook Pro thus far. I've got the parallels (sorry Scott!) and it looks pretty cool. I'm going to check it out and see what I think (and what the husband thinks) and then maybe we'll get parallels on the big boy!!!

But this lappy is fun!

Oh and...

If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're 'exotic' and 'different.' Grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, you're an American story.

If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim. Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, and you're a maverick.

Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable. Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, then you're well-grounded.

If you spend 3 years as a community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, help register 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, 8 years as a State Senator of a district of 750,000 people, chair the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people, sponsor 131 bills, and serve on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works, and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.

If your resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town of 7,000 people, 2 years as governor of a state of 650,000 people, you're qualified to be a heartbeat away from the presidency.

If you teach responsible, age-appropriate sex education, including the use of birth control, you erode the fiber of American society. If you staunchly advocate abstinence-only education, while your teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're responsible.

If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, you don't represent America's family values. If your husband is called 'First Dude', has a DWI conviction, didn't register to vote until 25, and was a member of a group that advocated secession of Alaska from the USA, yours is the quintessential American family.

Random Postings

Here's the life.

• Got a macbook pro due to a fabulous grant at work - IT guys recommend parallels instead of boot camp - thoughts?
• Working out at 530am group exercise class is really hard and really invigorating at the same time.
  
• Princess is doing well - Musikgarten is back in swing and she's enjoying the music.
• Having the floors in the downstairs redone on Friday - that's terrifying in the amount of work it will take to clear those rooms out and the lay out of cash to get it done - but it will look great (I hope)
• Oh - and - FOR ALL OF YOU MFERS WHO VOTED FOR REPUBLICANS FOR THE LAST DECADE OR SO BECAUSE YOU HATE ABORTION OR LOVE GUNS - REAP WHAT YOU SEW ECONOMICALLY (can anyone say Bush is not worse than either Buchanan who let half the country secede or Hoover who sat on his ass while the Great Depression started???)
  

Arrested Development

My one friend's husband said we're Trekkies. And I think he's right. We, periodically, have theme parties. We've done a Harry Potter theme party, at which I was Ginny and Paul was Harry and Elizabeth was Lily. This time we did an Arrested Development party at which I was Maeby and Paul was Michael.

Last night I was watching a commercial for the newest Jim Carrey movie in which he makes fun of theme parties. Smile.

Swimming

Today I added swimming to my exercise repertoire. I "swam" laps for 35 minutes while my gorgeous friend Eris dolphined around the pool. I swallowed water a lot. I looked lame with Mr. Eris's goggles on. I didn't kick my legs alot.

But - I didn't drown, which was the ultimate goal.

Ice ice baby

dn dn chk dn dn dn dn

Yes - today in my body pump class we did our biceps to, wait for it, Vanilla Ice Ice Baby.

I was laughing so hard I forgot that my arms were like jelly.

Body Pump

This morning I was very well behaved. I got my ass out of bed at 515am and went to the gym. I did body pump next to my gorgeous friend, Eris, who was wearing the latest trend in gym clothes (I was wearing an old 'Cuse t-shirt and old WSU shorts) and had a do rag on (I had my hair in a floppy pony tail). I was a rock star...smile...but the nice thing is, when you go to the gym with someone who looks like Eris, no one notices how lame you are that you can't even do the cheating dips.

BTW - I read somewhere that if you hang out with skinny people you are more likely statistically to be skinny...how long do you think it will take before standing next to Eris at the gym will rub off?

My Two Faves

Here they are - the cutest two females in the world - the Princess and the Duchess (um, no the cat is not the blog poster, the blog poster named her blog after the cat)

Back to the Gym

Thanks to my very good pal, Eris, I actually got up today and went to the gym. I was so excited to go and I was looking forward to working out with her! It was great.

And then I realized that I took husband's shuffle instead of mine own. I have fun music on my shuffle. You can dance to it or run to it or bike to it. It's fun. Paul's music is either screaming or bleep blooping or is generally in some key that I'm not sure a real musician could find on a real instrument. It ruined my whole morning. I got into a work out funk and left after only working out for 30 minutes.

I am sorry Eris for being such a bum...but seriously, who can work out to that crap???
Oh - and I also think I offended Eris's friend as I said, rather loudly, this music f***ng blows...

More Evidence She's Mine

There's lots of evidence that the Princess belongs exclusively to her father...but here we have it, evidence she is part Duchess.

Why I Love My Husband

Last night in a relatively snarky mood I complained that I didn't have lunches, ever. This morning my husband made me a sandwich and put it and an oatmeal bear into a paper bag with an apple and put my initial on it.

It just makes me grin to think about it.

My Blood is Boiling

http://jtaplin.wordpress.com/2008/09/08/stopping-students-from-voting/

So - my friend sent me an email with the above blog post and suggested my blood would boil.

He was right. I am so pissed.

Just when I think maybe the Republicans will be normal and maybe I could vote for a woman for VP - they pull this shit. And - today the Florida blah blah of Republican of Women are boycotting Oprah for not having Palin on her show. I thought, that's cool. Then the MSNBC reporter asked, were you as angry about Clinton not being on Oprah? They were like, oh no because Palin is more common folksy. And my head exploded. People - if we are trying to be all go women, it should be ALL women, not just women who you happen to like.

ARGH - what a way to start the week!