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January 31, 2008

John, oh John...

I'm saddened, but not surprised to hear that John Edwards has dropped out of the presidential primary race. John, I am really going to miss you, and I hope you find a position of power and activism in the new administration. Whoever wins, they would be a fool not to include you.

Which, by the way, rumor has it that Hillary Clinton has been in close contact with Edwards since his decision, but Barack Obama...not so much. Except suddenly this morning there is word (from Bob Novak, gag me) that he might be promised the Attorney General position in an Obama administration.

I'm just not liking Obama, despite the recent slew of Kennedy endorsements from Teddy and Caroline. RFK Jr. and other prominent Kennedys are supporting Clinton, so eh....as far as that goes I'll take the advice of Environmentalist RFK Jr. over Uncle Teddy.

I still have concerns about Hillary Clinton, but what it comes down to is this....her policies are more progressive. Barack Obama's policies seem very Republicrat. Economic stimulus? Tax cuts instead of a WPA-style job creation program, and very little direct help for the poor and needy. Not much support for alternative energy. No universal health care coverage.

I just don't get why people think that he is automatically the next most progressive candidate after Edwards. Because he's half black? Does blackness connote progressive politics? Hmmm, Robert Mugabe, Idi Amin, Kwame Kilpatrick and Marion Barry come to mind. So no. Race alone means nothing. Plus hello, he's half white too. BFD. Hillary's not automatically the next most progressive candidate because she's a woman, she is progressive because of her POLICIES.

On a totally unrelated superficial note...boo hoo, I was really hoping for President Sexy Handsome. As teapartys_over wrote at Jezebel.com:

Now I have to deal w/ the Obama/Clinton question next week - I was thinking I'd avoid it by voting for Edwards - a long shot, but I loved his policies and attitude about the lobbyists owning our government. I really believed he'd ride into congress on Jan 20 in some faggy Village People cowboy outfit, brush aside his beautiful hair, and tell Congress their health insurance would be cut off pronto if they couldn't figure it out for the rest of us...and, scene.

For real! Except that I never thought JE has been even remotely faggy. He's well-groomed and handsome. If that's enough to make a man homosexual, well then, my husband is a fag too. Except of course, he's not.


By the way, I never knew that I was riding the cutting edge with this year's hot new accessory, but apparently I am. Nice to know that I can still keep up with trends, without even trying. In my current sleep-deprived state (one sick, coughing, complaining, bedwetter and one teething daredevil), I need to feel as stylish as possible. Every little bit helps, you know?

January 17, 2008

On Adrian's first birthday


Adrian's 1st birthday - Part 1 from Laura Hamilton on Vimeo.



Adrian's 1st Birthday - Part 2 from Laura Hamilton on Vimeo

Happy birthday to my baby boy! This has been the longest and shortest year of my life. And hey, I'll bet you can say the same.

Your arrival was not quite textbook. Oh, if I had it to do over again! I would have taken you in my arms and nursed you as soon as I could have crawled into that NICU. I'm sorry things turned out the way they did.

Now that I know you better, I know that you were just FREAKED OUT at being suddenly removed from your nice cozy home without warning, and then...no mama! You are the world's happiest baby until you are removed from your mama, and then all hell breaks loose. You hyperventilate, scream, lose your mind. For all I know, your blood chemistry goes nuts too.

If you were being monitored in a hospital setting on the average day, you'd be committed to the NICU for evaluation every time I walked out into the garage to feed the dog, or took something out of the freezer. I'm LEEEEEEAVING YOU! Just for a sec, but still....unacceptable! Separation anxiety is just your thing. I know you'll grow out of it.

Anyway, my heart still breaks when I think of you laying in that plastic bin at the hospital with an IV stuck in your head, and then later in your tiny heel. Those tiny hands, black and blue from blood draws. Not even being able to hold you for two days! The agony....I'm positive that you just needed your mama to hold you. A high respiratory rate? Yeah, no kidding! You still do that when you are upset and not comforted immediately. Hyperventilation and total flipout. Deafening screams.

When you came home you just slept and slept and slept. Poor thing, you picked up a cold from your brother within two days of arriving in your new home, so life wasn't exactly easy once you got out of the hospital. Sorry about that. Not much I could have done. Your brother was not really having fun either. His mama left and went to the hospital, and then cried and cried and cried until her eyes swelled shut, and then she came home and got very busy with you, and has been very busy with you ever since.

After you were done sleeping all the time, you started screaming all the time. I wrote a Post from Shitville around that point. THAT was rough. I thought I was going to lose my mind, and I'll bet you weren't having fun either.

I went into major research mode to figure out what to do with you. I gave you probiotics, stopped all dairy consumption, and used every technique in The Happiest Baby on the Block on you. Thank GOD for the swing, that's all I have to say. And the Miracle Blanket. I think I would have sold you on eBay otherwise. Jesus Christ.

But you got better and better, and screamed less and less. You grew, and grew, and grew...amazing darn near everyone with your size and weight. Now you seem to have settled down at about 28 pounds, thank goodness. Before that you were putting on pounds at an astounding rate.

Juggling two kids has not been easy for me. It's a whole new level of multitasking, and you know, shhhhh....don't tell anyone, but I'm not so good at multitasking. I'm the kind of person who needs to sit down to a task and focus, without any interruptions, without anyone bothering me. Interruptions throw me for a loop. My life is now a constant series of interruptions. I have a maximum of 5 minutes to do anything before I get called away to attend to something else. It's a killer for me. Sometimes I deal well, sometimes I get mad at you guys for driving me nuts with your constant neediness. Oh well. I'm getting better at it. I'm becoming more patient. You and your brother are also getting older and easier to care for too. The future looks bright.

The good part is...you and your brother are a ton of fun. You are super-duper-cute together, and you mostly get along really well and love each other enormously.

Your big brother is so proud of everything you do. "Look! He's walking! He's standing up by himself!" We hear that daily from him, even though you have been standing up by yourself and walking for some time now. He's still totally excited for you.

You adore him too. If the two of you are sitting together, you will suddenly launch yourself onto him and take him down in a giant bear hug. Then you try to eat his nose, which is your idea of kissing. The two of you stay locked together, cooing like doves and happy as clams. Your big brother pretends that he doesn't like baby hugs sometimes, but the big grin on his face says otherwise.

I still can't believe what good hair you have. Damn, you had it right from the very beginning, and it's not over yet. You still have great hair. Lucky kid...most kids are still cueballs at your age. May it last a good, long time, and may Male Pattern Baldness not rob you of your prize too soon.

Everything else on you is ultra-cute too. You have great everything. All parts of you are enormously delicious. Smooth creamy skin, pretty blue eyes, round little butt, pudgy dimpled hands, rosebud lips. The only thing on you that ever *wasn't* adorable was your umbilical hernia, but we even missed that for a while once it was gone. Your belly button looks normal now. No one will ever know that you once had a Nub.

Of course you are brilliant, and have a burning curiosity towards everything. Once I show you how to do something, you figure it out FAST. Today you were bouncing on the trampoline and you went to get off. Normally you try to come down face first, but I've been showing you how to get down legs first, and today you did it effortlessly, all on your own. Easy as pie.

The only thing that you haven't picked up immediately has been sign language. I've been signing to you for a while now, not as consistently as I should, but fairly often. You know that the signs mean, and you have done "milk" and "more" a few times, but you seem to know that pointing at things will clue me in, so why both with signs?

I'm not worried, your brother did the same thing. He ignored all signs until one day he began to sign like crazy. It made life much easier to know that he wanted a "drink", for example, and not more food. So let me clue you in right here...signing is a good thing. It will help me figure out what you want, and get it to you faster. Work with me on that, OK?

You do use pointing very effectively. The other night you woke up and started crying and screaming, then you pointed to the floor next to the bed, where I had your potty. I took you out of bed and you did a huge pee in the potty. When you were done, you pointed to the bed again. Roger, loud and clear! You make yourself understood very well for a year-old baby.

I like it when you show me things that you find interesting. "Dat!" you say, and you point to a bird, or a dog, or a tree, or whatever is piquing your interest. You're a very sweet, generous boy, and you like to share your pleasures with others.

You like to brush your teeth, and you like to brush my teeth too. You like to eat food, and feed me food. You were enjoying looking at your birthday card from Julian earlier, and when you see it again (in the video above) the first thing you do is pass it to Daddy so that he can see it too. So thoughtful of you. You are such a little sweetheart.

You came down with a cold last night after your party. Sorry about that. It's so miserable for you to be sick. You ooze goo from all orifices. Your eyes tear up, your nose runs like a faucet, your poop gets runny, you drool like a maniac. Not so fun. You don't sleep either. I have to hold you in my arms all night, propped up so that you don't drown in your own snot. Rough on mama and rough on you. Get well soon, OK?

Alright, well it's time for you to go potty, and I need to put you on my back and get some work done before the mail carrier comes.

I love you, my baby. It's been rough at times, but I can't imagine life without you and your sweet little smile, your soft fluffy hair, your little voice. Stick around, something tells me that this is going to get even better as time goes on.

Just think, next year you will be able to kick a ball! Ride a trike! The possibilities are endless....

January 14, 2008

John, then Hillary. Not Barack.

My dear husband was kind enough to send me a link to a fairly enlightening article by Paul Krugman in the New York Times, comparing the presidential candidates' economic policies and proposals. You know, like...if the economy takes a nosedive as it has been predicted to do, what will these folks do to get us out?

On the Democratic side, John Edwards, although never the front-runner, has been driving his party’s policy agenda. He’s done it again on economic stimulus: last month, before the economic consensus turned as negative as it now has, he proposed a stimulus package including aid to unemployed workers, aid to cash-strapped state and local governments, public investment in alternative energy, and other measures.

Last week Hillary Clinton offered a broadly similar but somewhat larger proposal. (It also includes aid to families having trouble paying heating bills, which seems like a clever way to put cash in the hands of people likely to spend it.) The Edwards and Clinton proposals both contain provisions for bigger stimulus if the economy worsens.

And you have to say that Mrs. Clinton seems comfortable with and knowledgeable about economic policy. I’m sure the Hillary-haters will find some reason that’s a bad thing, but there’s something to be said for presidents who know what they’re talking about.

The Obama campaign’s initial response to the latest wave of bad economic news was, I’m sorry to say, disreputable: Mr. Obama’s top economic adviser claimed that the long-term tax-cut plan the candidate announced months ago is just what we need to keep the slump from “morphing into a drastic decline in consumer spending.” Hmm: claiming that the candidate is all-seeing, and that a tax cut originally proposed for other reasons is also a recession-fighting measure — doesn’t that sound familiar?

Anyway, on Sunday Mr. Obama came out with a real stimulus plan. As was the case with his health care plan, which fell short of universal coverage, his stimulus proposal is similar to those of the other Democratic candidates, but tilted to the right.

For example, the Obama plan appears to contain none of the alternative energy initiatives that are in both the Edwards and Clinton proposals, and emphasizes across-the-board tax cuts over both aid to the hardest-hit families and help for state and local governments. I know that Mr. Obama’s supporters hate to hear this, but he really is less progressive than his rivals on matters of domestic policy.

Yep, Edwards IS definitely the Idea Man, and he's the one to thank for coming up with actual solutions for the others to copy.

I don't need any candidate who tilts right, sorry Barack. Enough is enough. I want a PROGRESSIVE president who will kick some ass, and if it's not going to be Edwards, then Hillary has my vote. Not Barack.

January 11, 2008

He headbutts me all night long, too.

Mr. Baby beats on me with a dog toenail filer as I continue the camcorder tutorial for my l'il video operator.


Constantly whacked in the face with random objects from Laura Hamilton on Vimeo.

Sibling rivalry

Too much attention for the baby, not enough for Julian. Oops.
He gives me the stinkeye.


Two kids in the kitchen from Laura Hamilton on Vimeo.

January 10, 2008

Madonna and Child

No, just kidding.

But I was going through the photo series for this baby carrier tutorial I did and this photo jumped out at me.

I was resting my hands while waiting for Kim to take the photo, but it obviously looks like I'm praying. And then Adrian is sacked out on my back. I'm praying for him to stay asleep.

Hey, the top is the BEST PART of the muffin, OK? Everyone knows that.

Indecision 2008

Not that I'm complaining about the wealth of good Democratic candidates or anything, but I am totally paralyzed with indecision right now.

Last week I was sure that I was going to vote for John Edwards. Yesterday I was swinging towards Hillary. Today, I'm feeling Obama-ish. All three seem pretty great, especially compared to the Current Resident aka Chimpface Motherfucker aka Satan's Tool.

Should I just vote on who is most likely to beat the Republican contender? Who has the most crossover appeal? What about Hilary's gender, or Barack's race, or John's good looks? Will they work for, or against, or not even factor in?

I dig Hill, but that vote on Iraq does stick in my craw, I'll admit it. I was furious with her at the time. At least John came clean on his vote.

Then again, that 2-for-1 Clinton deal is kind of tempting. I do like bargains. And really, I LIKE Hillary. She spoke at my university commencement and she was outstanding. Apart from some lovey-dovey moments with Republicans and that Iraq vote, I don't have much against her, and plenty for.

What was with all the "crying" business? I watched the video and she wasn't *even* crying. She choked up for a MOMENT. I'm so disgusted by the media attention to a SINGLE MOMENT OF EMOTION. Disgusted, I tell you. Disgusted. And then you get people saying that she didn't cry about 9/11, and blaming her for that. Give me a break.

Did George Bush cry over 9/11? I'll bet Dick Cheney doesn't cry when if he loses a puppy blood-drinking contest, sad though he might be. I feel like voting for Hillary just out of spite, because I'm so pissed off about the bullshit misogynist damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't media freakouts over non-issues. Her cleavage! Her teardrop! Her haircut! Her wrinkle!

Now Barack...Barack is exciting, and funny, and a skilled writer. No shortage of good ideas overall, but his policies seem pretty vague. He *could* be a uniter, not a divider, but to achieve what exactly? Does he have the experience to pull this off without blowing it? What about international diplomacy? Hope is great, but I don't know exactly what he is going to do to make wishes a reality. Too many questions. I should skim his book at least, I suppose.

John Edwards has it going on, in my book. The man tells it like it is. He is addressing issues dead-on that no one else dares touch - hello, CORPORATE GREED. He has less funding for his campaign because he does not accept corporate or PAC donations. He sees that this is a fight of "Lord of the Rings" proportions. Good vs. Evil showdown time. But does not selling out make it impossible to compete? Can we win primaries without the financial backing of Hillary and Barack, in other words...corporate special interests?

I love Elizabeth Edwards too. She's another 2-for-1 deal, and how heartbreaking it is that she may not have much more time. She's spending her last days on this, it's *that* important to them. OK? You can't call John Edwards fake, that's for damn sure.

I guess I need to really sit down and pore over the candidates' stances on the issues in detail and see if something jumps out at me.

Who are you voting for, and why that candidate over the others? Go on, sway me one way or the other. And dude, if you say Huckabee....well, read this for a good summary of THAT guy. Jesus Christ indeed.

Hmmm, I just read an article on Salon: Why I'm Still Not For Hillary Clinton. Honestly, that article did not sway me, but one of the letters in response did. I'll paste it below:

From AKA Smith

Like Frances Kissling, I am also a John Edwards supporter. He has the most detailed plan and makes clear how he would benefit women, children, and families. Unlike Kissling, Obama is not my second choice. Hillary Clinton is. Allow me to explain why.

John Edwards, like Clinton has disavowed his vote for the war. He did so more clearly and he did so earlier. However, I believe that all the Democratic candidates still viable will get us out of the war as soon as possible. I would like Edwards to have more foreign policy experience, but I believe he would do exactly what he says. I think Obama would also get us out of Iraq but I do not like some of the statements he has made on Pakistan. I think they show a sort of cowboy sensibility. Richardson is no longer viable. (I wouldn't be surprised to see him as the VP candidate.) I absolutely believe that, barring the recently dropped out Joe Biden, that Hillary Clinton is absolutely the best candidate bar none to lead us out of Iraq while still providing a safe exit for our troops. Do you wonder why working class and lower class voters in NH voted overwhelmingly for Clinton? Those aren't rich boys and girls dying over there. The military is peopled with men and women who often joined up to increase their economic opportunities as well as to servie their nation. It isn't enough to just shut it down. Early last year I read at Salon Hillary's tentative plan to take us out of Iraq. She was talking not only about exiting but how to exit. What route? We might need more cooperation from Turkey. How to get out with our weapons and equipment rather to leave them for someone who might turn them against us. I was impressed, impressed, impressed.

However, given the fact that I think we will get out of Iraq, period, I turn to John Edwards whose detailed social justice plan just sings to me. Edwards would do things like work to make sure that women, who make less money than men and who are more likely to spend time out of the job market for their children, have an improved access to better Social Security benefits.

Where is Barack Obama on that issue?

John Edwards would raise the minimum wage to $9.50, lift many numbers of poor women from abject poverty?

Where is Barack Obama on that issue?

In John Edwards plan is this bulleted statement: "Help families caring for their parents by expanding access to home health care, creating more choices for long-term care and offering respite care to provide caregivers a break." John Edwards understands how bad the second shift can really be when you are forced to choose between your children and your job or between your aging parent and your job. He understands that people cannot work 24-seven caretaking family members with no break that respite care would provide. Don't think this will ever be your problem? I have one word for you: Alzheimer's. Anyone out there with parents over 60?

Where is Barack Obama on that issue?

Both John Edwards' and Hillary's health care plan would cover everyone. Obama ran a bogus type scare campaign in Iowa alleging to college students that they would not have to have insurance and thus avoid a slight premium. What is bogus? Under Edward's and Hillary's plans, they both project that people with low incomes -- such as students -- would have to pay little to be covered.

Where was Barack Obama on that? Out to lunch! Or maybe he was just hoping.

Have you ever met a college student who is missing his arms and legs because he got into a car with a driver who'd had to much too drink? You think he might need medical care? Ya think?

I want to hope, but I know what I know. Obama uses Republican talking points, he is not clear on what he would do to protect Social Security, he has no more experience than Edwards, and I fear his non-partisan stance, which might lull conservatives, would lead him to make worse compromises with them than Hillary Clinton would ever make.

On foreign policy: Hillary's the gal.

On domestic policy: Edwards' is the guy and the true progressive.

And Obama? He's hoping.

OK, so the line that made me think was this:

However, given the fact that I think we will get out of Iraq, period, I turn to John Edwards whose detailed social justice plan just sings to me.

Edwards would do things like work to make sure that women, who make less money than men and who are more likely to spend time out of the job market for their children, have an improved access to better Social Security benefits.

Where is Barack Obama on that issue?

Yeah, where IS Barack Obama on that issue? I'm just not sure. And that's why I think I'm going with Edwards...because he addresses the fact that there are scary times ahead, the fight of our lives, and tells us what he plans to do about it. Whether he can push his agenda through is another issue, but at least I know what he AIMS for, and that compromise is NOT one of his goals.

Barack, I'm just not sure. The vague smiley-face hope talk just rubs me the wrong way. It reminds me of "Don't Worry, Be Happy" and can't we all just get along? Well, it would be nice if we could, but there are pressing issues in our countr that have come to a huge and horrific head and need addressing NOW. Edwards' plan does sing to me too, I'll admit it. That's a perfect word for it. It is absolute music to my ears hear someone speaking the truth as he does.

I'll think some more, of course...but in my gut I'm pretty sure I'm going with Edwards.


Mom sandwich

I'll have a Mom sandwich, on Boy bread. Extra mom, please.

January 09, 2008

Lockout

Some disaster always strikes when Dan is out of town. It's inevitable. This time it was getting locked out of the house on a rainy, wet, cold day. Let me explain to you how weird this is.

First of all, I NEVER lock doors. By some strange coincidence though, not only all of the doors, but all of the windows were closed AND locked yesterday. In the morning I let Bugs out to go pee, then when he was coming back in I noticed that it was starting to storm, so I closed the sliding glass door and *locked* it, thinking for some reason that there was a chance that it might blow open in a gust of wind. As if!

I saw an open window in the master bathroom that morning, and closed it. Chilly in there. Why waste heat! All of our windows lock automatically when you shut them all the way.

Normally I go outside through the front door at some point in the morning, thereby unlocking the door from the night before. But yesterday we did not venture out the front door in the morning, so it stayed locked.

Normally the back door from the master bedroom to the back yard is unlocked, but Dan is out of town, so he's not going back and forth to his office out there all day. Therefore, you guessed it....locked.

Well, none of this would have mattered if Julian had not been playing around with the lock on the doorknob to the garage. He went out to get Bugs' breakfast in the garage in the morning, and turned the twisty auto-lock button on the knob at some point. That's when the stage was set for the perfect storm of lockout.

I had a bunch of orders to ship, so I got the kids and myself all bundled up warmly, put Adrian on my back to prepare him for napping, strapped on my cellphone + headset, and proceeded out to the garage. Almost as soon as I stepped out the door, I realized that I had forgotten something, so I grabbed the doorknob to go back inside and ... the darn thing wouldn't turn.

I had a sick feeling immediately, suspecting that all the other doors might indeed be locked, but I trudged around the perimeter of the house trying every door and window before concluding that yes, we were indeed locked out. It was raining steadily and quite cold, but at least we could keep dry in the garage, if not warm. Thankfully, we were all dressed fairly warmly, with sweaters and hats. Not Bugs though. Poor dog didn't have his sweater on, so he was shivering and shaking after about 20 minutes. I tried to put an old sweatshirt on him, but he kept getting his leg or paw caught in it, and he also refused to sit on the foam mat, but insisted on sitting on the bare concrete floor, which was like a block of ice. Dumbass. He went and sat by the locked door, shivering and giving me pathetic looks, like OPEN THIS DOOR NOW! If I could, I would. OK?

Anyway, I realized how stupid we were to have no spare key hidden anywhere, and no spare key given to anyone either. I thought we had given one to Dan's mom, but no. I thought we had given one to a neighbor, but no. Shit.

I got a screwdriver and fiddled with the lock. It kind of moved around, but I had no real idea of what I was doing. Having no success, I gave up.

So I called a locksmith. Luckily I had my cell phone with me, and luckily it had plenty of juice. The locksmith told me 20 minutes. Forty minutes later, Julian was complaining that his hands were cold, and no locksmith. I called back and they apologized, but the locksmith was delayed and they had to cancel. NICE.

I called another locksmith, and they told me it would be an hour's wait. I called another, and they told me they only had locksmiths in Orange County. WTF?!?!

Finally I got a locksmith who told me 25 minutes. By now we had already been waiting for an hour and a half. Kim had come by to babysit the kids and I had to send her home, not knowing how much longer we would be out there in the garage. Everyone was cold and hungry and tired of sitting in the garage.

Finally, the locksmith showed up. He was this rumpled, scraggly-haired Unabomber-looking dude who looked like he just rolled out of bed. His tool kit was a total mess and he said he had accidentally left his drill at the last job, so he hoped that our locks were easy to pick. Yeah, well...me too.

He walked into the garage and checked out the lock, then whipped out two screwdrivers. Within a minute the door was open. It was open so fast that I pretty much felt like an idiot for not trying two screwdrivers myself. One screwdriver I tried, but not two.

So I write a check for $85 to the guy (whose name was Hillel, was he some sort of super-scruffy Orthodox Jew?) who looked a bit sheepish for taking $85 for literally less than a minute's work, but oh well. I was just glad to get in the house, back to warmth and food.

BTW, if you are some low-life skank reading this and thinking about robbing my house, think again. That easy-to-pick lock is normally not accessible, since a deadbolted door keeps the garage secure. So go pick on someone else.

Anyway, I learned my lesson. I will have several keys made for secret stashing locations, and strategically placed with neighbors as well. Lockout sucks.

Frankenwalker


Frankenwalker from Laura Hamilton on Vimeo.

Adrian is doing a lot of walking these days. I wouldn't call it his primary form of transportation just yet. It's more like a fun alternative way to get around.

He sees the clear advantages of it though...today he was out in the garage with me while I was packing up orders and it is COLD out there, especially when you are right on the bare concrete floor. Smart boy, he was walking EVERYWHERE to keep himself up off the chilly concrete.

If he really needs to jam, like say... if he hears food going into the dog's bowl, he will drop down and speed-crawl like a maniac. But for casual short jaunts, it's all about the Frankenwalk.

January 08, 2008

Post Secret

I just found out about PostSecret.com a few weeks ago. So addictive, and so strange. Some secrets are funny and light-hearted, some are horrifying, some are sad and heartbreaking.

I wish they showed more secrets on the website, but I understand that the guy's got to sell books and all, and can't show them all for free. Ah well.

There are video secrets on the website too. This one is pretty trippy:

It may not work after this week, I don't know. Check the site for more...

January 06, 2008

H2 Whoa!

OK, I'm not in the Sierras, or in a house at the bottom of some wildfire ravaged canyon, but so far the recent storm system making all the news as the latest "disaster" to strike California has been pretty tame, at least in our neck of the woods.

Yes, the winds have been strong. Yes, there has been a boatload of dihydrogen monoxide falling out of the sky. But eh...it's pretty mild overall. I mean, it's WEATHER, which we usually don't have here in California. Freaks everyone out. But compared to a Noreaster, or a hurricane, or even a tropical storm...this is nothing. We haven't even had a *single* peal of thunder, OK? Julian has been asking excitedly about lightning, and I've got nothing for him. No thunder, no lightning, just rain. We looked out the window and watched the bamboo blow around in the wind on Friday morning. Big whoop.

I've heard people talk about stocking up on food, and taking cash out of the bank. Come on....these are people living in Silicon Valley, for crying out loud. Not some isolated snowbound cabin.

Hell, we need the water. Reservoirs are empty after the drought year we just had. I'm personally glad to see it rain, and the harder the better. I want to see a FAT Sierra snowpack come springtime. I hope all the recent snow up there doesn't melt too fast.

When I was about 9 years old, we lived in the Florida Keys. There was a tropical storm on the way and the wind was REALLY strong outside. Strong enough for me and my brother to play "motorcycle"...we took our bikes down to the end of the street, pushing and straining against the wind with heads down, then turned them around and got on. Once on, the wind was so strong that it pushed us down the street on our bikes as fast as if we were riding motorcycles. No pedaling necessary!

As my bike was racing down the street with the wind, me whooping, the pedals were spinning around wildly. I had on flip-flops (sensible footwear for bicycling in a tropical storm, no?) and at some point the spinning toothed pedal on the right jaggedly tore open my foot, right between my second and third toes. I didn't even notice, what with all the fun. I just noticed that my foot got kind of floppy as I was pushing my bike.

Once I noticed that my foot was torn open, that was another story. I got home FAST, my mom threw me in the tub to try to clean out my wound, and my Dad ended up sewing up my foot in two layers, with lots and lots of stitches. By candlelight.

He's a doctor, so that's not as bad as it sounds. And I even got a numbing shot of Novocain before the stitching, although that injection right in the bloody meat between my toes, in the dark, with a storm howling outside, was pretty freakin' traumatic in itself.

Compared to stuff like THAT, this weekend's storm system is ridiculously puny and uneventful. I'm just hoping that the rain holds out long enough for Julian to wear his rainboots and splash in the puddles a bit.

January 04, 2008

Pretty much what I've been thinking lately too...

What she said.


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