Backstreets.com is holding a contest to be in the audience for a taping of VH1 Storytellers with Springsteen on Monday. Act fast because the deadline is tomorrow at 6pm- and don’t enter if you can’t be somewhere on the Jersey shore (no details yet) by 6pm on April 4- alone. One ticket.
I am so entered in this one.
I don’t have a living will. I know I should, we all know we should. It’s just one of those things on “the list” of life that I just never get to.
That said, I will make this statement here, on my public blog, which is read by friends and family and strangers: If I am diagnosed to be in a persistant vegetative state with no hope of recovery, please - let me go.
I really do feel for Terri Schiavo’s parents. I can’t imagine going through the heartbreak they’ve gone through. But honestly, I can’t imagine holding on so tightly that I couldn’t let my child go.
I admit I’ve avoided this story. On the surface I’ve supported Terri’s husband, but I never really read enough to feel I could fairly take a side.
I was directed to a few websites, though, that anyone who wants to get at the truth should read. It becomes quite clear why all the judges who’ve reviewed this case have come to the same conclusion… all all the more odd that the federal government has seen fit to get involved.
Daily Kos
Wolfson Report (pdf)
The Terri Schiavo Information Page
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Reason number one why I should remain a SAHM: When the kids are sick I don’t have to stress about getting time off or making sure they’re taken care of.
Two kids home sick today :eh: .
I forgot to post the picture of my daffodils! They’re slightly bigger now, this was three days ago.
I had plans for today. Wash my sheets (see the comments). Do day two of C25K (barely survived day one but I will persevere!) And wash all those dishes from last night’s St. Patrick’s Day feast (mmm it was good!)
I’ll still get to that stuff, but I was sidetracked by a phone call from Nick. He’s doing very well in school, but seems to have caught 7th grade-itis a bit early. The major symptom is Missing Assignments. He gets pulled out of regular classes three times a week (trombone lesson, G&T, and to work on an entry into a competition called Solar Sprints.) All great stuff, and his grades aren’t hurting, but he needs to remember to ask the teachers if he’s missing assignments when he’s pulled out. Apparently one of those assignments was due today or a zero grade would result. And he did do the assignment. And he left it on the dining room table.
So I get the phone call. Normally, I’m not into rescuing my kids. I don’t bring forgotten homework or forgotten lunches to school. In fact I’ve only brought a forgotten item to school once before, ever, and that was because it was the last day of school and the teacher called and asked me to find a text book that had to be returned. But today, Nick called, and sounded, well, a bit desperate. So I buckled under and brought the homework in. But with a very clear “this is the only time I will ever do this for the rest of your life.”
I’m sure this won’t be the last time he forgets an assignment at home. But at least now I’ll be free of guilty feelings when I don’t bring it to him!
What a weekend. Crazy Saturday, nuttin much Sunday, though. Had the Cub Scout Blue & Gold dinner (actually lunch) on Sat. Chaos ensued when it turned out the catering contract was for $14/person, not the $7/person we’d been led to believe (and based the whole budget on.) Major screw-up but the people that screwed up don’t really care much so…
But hey, the food was really good. Much better than necessary for such an event, IMO. Kids took tons and then trashed said tons. Lotsa waste there.
A magician was hired, I missed most of his show but hear the kiddos loved it, so money well spent. A Tae Kwon Do demo was held- for free, thankfully- but all it did was make the whole thing last 45 minutes longer than it needed to, and serve as advertising for the Master. Not thrilled with the whole concept, but I wasn’t on the committee.
I repeat, I wasn’t on the committee. All bitchin’ & moanin’ is strictly venting and I realize that if I want things different I should be on the committee.
Not gonna happen.
Also Saturday was the thrill of SAT day for Andy, finally. I have no idea what he thought of the new test, so don’t ask me. I do know that he seemed a bit stressed leading up to and seems a bit less stressed now. The annoying part is once we finally get the scores- we have no idea what they’ll mean. Colleges have made it very clear that all SAT acceptance info from previous years is no longer valid- scores overall may go up, may go down, may do the electric slide- no one knows. So we just cross our fingers and hope that GPA is the main factor- because Andy’s got a great GPA. So far.
Saturday night involved chilling out and I think I watched a movie? What movie I have no idea. Hmm- maybe I just watched whatever was on E!. Woke up Sunday am, Pat took Nick and his buddy Mickey to a Boy Scout / Lions Club pancake breakfast thing (is this my life?) and Andy and Tim and himself to CCD (yep.) I got on the treadmill and walked/ran/walked/ran for half an hour. Felt very good. Then I had a brownie leftover from the B&G, but it was a well deserved brownie.
Nick & Mick came back and hung out here, Andy messed with his opening day fantasy baseball lineups, and Pat and Tim went off to march in the St. Patrick’s Day parade. I sat here and read the papers, then went through the Big Ass household todo list and sorted through it. Re-ordered it. In fact right now I should either be at Home Depot buying paint or calling basement waterproofers to schedule estimates. I’ll get to them both.
Heh, this thing reads like I’m on ritalin. I’m not, honestly. Just caffeine. I don’t even know where I’d get ritalin. Not that I’d take it, I’m just sayin’.
I woke today up planning to be sick (had a headache and a stuffy nose) but decided that was a stupid plan so I did 20 minutes of Pilates instead. Those leg kick things are killers! But I did the rest with no problems. In fact I feel so good I might do the treadmill later. But probably not. I’m not that nutso. Besides, I do need to go measure the closet and figure out what I need from Home Depot to organize it. Then I need to convince Pat to go with me tonight to pick everything up. Also, I need to decide what color to paint the closet. I know white is the obvious choice, but so boring. I can do any color I want in there, because who sees it but us? Thoughts?
*thank you steve martin