Thursday, September 18, 2014

I'd write a post, but...

I'd probably end up whining and complaining.  So, I'm not gonna.  Especially since fucking YouTube won't let me share one fucking video with y'all. 

Damn it.  Cherry topping, shit sundae. 

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

This should be a nation-wide requirement.

Missouri is contemplating passing legislation to make passing the citizenship test administered to immigrants mandatory for high school students to graduate.  The students will be required to make a 60%. 

I had no trouble making a 60% at fourteen, and 97% at eighteen, so I see nothing wrong with this.  In fact, I think it's an excellent idea to making this a requirement to vote.  As in: you have to pass this test every election cycle for five cycles in a row before you become permanently enfranchised. 


...has struck my household.  First it was the pixie.  Then, Monday night, I caught it, and spent yesterday immobilized and miserable (while the pixie was feeling tons better).  Today?  I'm still not feeling good, but I'm a bit better than yesterday.  And the school called at about 11:30 to tell me that the imp had puked on the playground. 


This is funny.

Monday, September 15, 2014


We took the kids up to visit my mother on Saturday.  We took the entire meal* so that Mom wouldn't have to do much with a non-operable sink (the hose on her pull-out sprayer faucet 'sploded last week).  Saturday afternoon, my mother took the kids outside to chase bubbles when we visited her.  I let the pixie go outside in her jacket with her hood up.  I thought it would be okay--I thought she was nearly over her virus.

Well, Saturday evening, she was worse, probably because of overexertion in chilly air.  Sluggish, coughing more, and cranky.  She didn't want to eat, but I made her (a mistake, in hindsight).  When I put her to bed, she spent the first two hours crying every half an hour.  And 10:30, she threw up.  When I checked, she'd spiked a 100.5 fever, so I gave her some ibuprofen, Odysseus cleaned up her bed (and I cleaned her up), and we put her back to bed. 

So, I had a lethargic, queasy, cranky pixie to keep still and quiet all day yesterday.  She ate two, two inch diameter pancakes, a couple of saltine crackers, and three squeeze things of applesauce.  And that was it for the entire day.  She felt feverish for about half the day, then acted like it'd broken (but still wouldn't eat much) yesterday evening. 

Today, I've got a pixie who I don't want to risk sending to school.  Especially since she's eaten better, but not very good yet.  She'll eat a little, then push it away because her tummy is sick.  She's currently sitting on the couch watching Sleeping Beauty, and drawing with crayons and printer paper. 

*Rotisserie chicken, pre-made scalloped potatoes, salad, Hawaiian rolls, and a cinnamon crumb cake--which came to about $30 from Sam's Club, and would have easily fed six adults and two children.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Random ramblings

Well, the imp missed a solid week of green or better days at school, this week. The school we chose tries to teach more than just curriculum--they try to teach responsibility, too.  Unfortunately for the imp, his mind works like mine does, kinda chaotic, and he's having trouble remembering to put his finished stuff in his takehome folder, and his not-finished stuff in his work-at-school folder--he just shoves it all willy-nilly in his desk.  Yesterday, his teacher cleaned his desk out and off, and told him where to put what.  Twice. 

Which meant he got a yellow day. 

Which, in turn, meant that he didn't watch TV after homework (and yes, I made him do his homework last night--I want to get him into the habit of doing it immediately, not waiting until the last minute). 

And which means that I need to figure out a system in his room for putting away his toys to help him get into the right mindset.

The pixie is starting to not call me to clean her up after using the bathroom.  This led to her having a small smear in her undies yesterday, which the preschool teachers spotted, and changed her bottom half out from the clothes kept in her backpack. 

So, instead of the full-length leggings she wore to school, she came home in capris under her dress.  And got cold and stayed cold all day. 

Then again, she's also a little bit sick.  Not enough to run a fever, but enough to be a little miserable, and throw her appetite off.  I've been a little more understanding of bad behavior, but not a whole lot.  And not by letting her get away with it.

I measured the two of them against a wall last week.  The imp has grown about half an inch in three months.  The pixie?  An inch and a half.  No wonder we can't seem to keep her in dresses that go to her knees--it seems like all the height added has been in her legs.

The cats have gotten squirrelly as the temperatures have cooled (yesterday didn't quite make sixty degrees for the high).  Shadow, in particular, has been acting out of character--she's been tearing through the house, batting a toy between her front feet like it was a soccer ball.  She's also been picking up the catnip fish and carrying them somewhere more comfortable (read: warmer) to snuggle like a small child with a stuffed toy. 

Mom tells me that our dog is still making trouble with the other dogs (read: she's an alpha personality settling into place among beta and omega dogs), but that she's just pudding sweet with my mother.  A very, very loving little dog that likes to curl up at my mother's feet. 

And that she's got great manners in the house. 

I really, really wish she'd shown that here. 

So, unfortunately, the racist twit turned her paper in by the extension time I gave her, and unfortunately, it was a good paper.  I can't fail her or boot her out of class for sheer stupidity, and she's not given me any more reason.  And she's too dumb to realize just how ostracized she is now.  I strongly doubt she's going to get anyone to workshop her paper, next week, and strongly doubt that anyone's going to let her read theirs. 

I got the first paper graded and turned back by Friday--a week after I'd picked them up.  The upcoming Monday is freewrite day, Wednesday is Workshop day, and next Friday I have another paper coming due.  So I have a week with no grading, then I've got paper two to pick up and organize and start on. 

This week, I had a short story come to mind.  I started fidgeting, just playing with words while I was waiting for the class platform to cycle (in vain, as it turned out--it never did work that night).  Started out by describing a match and what it's useful for in general terms, and then had a character butt in and assert "I ate them like candy." 


I gotta know more.

Four thousand words, and that makes three stories that don't fit anything or anywhere else.  I'm thinking about just collecting those and popping them out in a collection once I've got enough.  Right now, those three make up about 13,000 words, or so. 

At least that story is out of my head, and has let me go, now.  Next?  Revising Fire and Forge for a second draft. 

I'm hoping to have that done by the end of the month, and have it out to beta readers by the beginning of next.

Friday, September 12, 2014

FFOT: Flag lowered over Pentagon

I really didn't care for the symbolism, yesterday, of the flag coming down over the Pentagon.  Really, really, really didn't like that.  I have to wonder if the twatwaffle that thought of the whole lowering of flags to "honor" the attacks have forgotten our national anthem:
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
The flag needs to never be lowered to "honor" victims of a war declaration.  If anything, it should be raised higher.  Because lowering it?  Yeah, I can see that in honor of something like Sandy Hook, or Columbine, where lone crazy attacks the completely innocent.

When it's brought to half-staff in "honor" of the victims of enemy action during time of war...that stinks of surrender.

And that...that can fuck off.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

I am still angry.

I have five Muslim students this semester.  Two of them are girls.  Three...three, I'm just watching closely, and waiting for them to suddenly explode--they're around nineteen years old. 

It's irrational.  I've heard them discussing ISIS*--and shutting each other down and shuddering.  They're terrified of the militants.  All five of my students are terrified of them.

I'm not afraid.  I am angry.

I'm angry that King Putt called for a near-complete draw-down of our troops.  I'm angry that he displayed his weakness and gave them the impression that it's our country that's weak.  I'm angry that he's permitting these monsters to cross our southern border with impunity.  I'm angry that we haven't nuked the entire area, since the only thing these uncivilized barbarians understand is an overwhelming display of strength--which we haven't displayed. 

I'm angry that we've wasted so many lives trying to put a lid on a pot that's been boiling over for decades, rather than simply turning off the burner by tapping our own oil reserves and ceasing to fund the terrorist-run regimes in the Middle East.  I'm angry that, in the name of political correctness and anti-racism, old and middle-aged white people get probed and groped in air ports while Muslims waltz through unmolested. 

The terrorists won.  And I'm in a bloody, blind, frothing rage about that. 

*Ironic, isn't it, that a Muslim organization is named after a pagan Egyptian goddess.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

I do believe...

I'm going to be able to get all of the papers graded by Friday.  I've only got half of the second class's papers left to grade.