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like i was saying...

about that whole ed hardy tshirt problem...check this out.

Swimming

The mister to the boys: "Okay, I want everyone naked and in the pool.  No ifs, ands, just BUTTS!"

What a good dad.

Friday

My far away friend A said that she checked my blog the other day.  Hi A!  Thanks!  I didn't know who or whether anyone was reading this thing.  Nice.

I spent a lot of time on the phone today with E, then C, and finally and hour and a half with A on skype from the office.  I guess there was a lot of catching up to do.

Thank godot for Alfredo.  He came today and cleaned.  What would I do without him to come and do the floors at the very least--not to mention all the rest that he cleans.  So now I'm sitting in a clean house, by myself.  I like this moment and am relishing being able to walk around without having random debris sticking to my feet and almost breaking my neck tripping over cars and train tracks. 

Lunch with the mister was really nice too.  We went to the fake italian place in the hotel where he works.  Watching the tourists walk by is kind of depressing.  A whole lot of round meatheads.  And what is going on with this Ed Hardy guy?  Has he singlehandedly ruined t-shirt design forever?  Everyone is wearing these ugly shirts with all kind of swirly lines on them and half metallic designs.  A lot of them aren't actually EH but knock-offs.  Regardless the whole thing is really ugly and unflattering.  Ugh. 

My shoulders are bugging me.  I think that they're tight from yoga yesterday.  I guess I better do some yoga now to try to fix them.  Especially since I've got clean floors at the moment! 

yoga today

yea.  i went to yoga today.  it was good.  came home and made my favorite salad for lunch.  it was good too. 

tired though.  babies were up early this morning.  good thing they're so cute.

xo

work

went to work today.  sat at my computer with my co-author/student for about 2 hours writing up logistic regression results.  it was good.  a decent first draft of that section of the paper.  she's working on it more now.  kind of interesting results.  anyway...

made pork sandwiches with lemony coleslaw for dinner a la urban.  it was good.  i think that's the third time i've made them.  yummy.  doesn't sound like they would go together but they do.

mister man is out doing a work assignment right now.  boys are sleeping.  i am sleepy. 

food thoughts

i've been thinking about michael pollan's work.  he's totally right.  i believe him.  i read the omnivore's dilemma last summer, in defense of food this summer, his stuff in the NYT. 

it makes me angry.  heard him on fresh air yesterday talking about how cooking has become a spectator sport.  i don't have cable so i really can't participate in that way.  i prefer to learn to cook.  i've been cooking a lot this summer.  sometimes i enjoy it, sometimes i don't.  i think it's important though.  he said someone told him that cooking your own food is going to be gone in 2 generations or something like that.  going to be as foreign as killing and prepping your own chicken is to us today.  i think that is sad.  it also makes me think about what else we don't do anymore. 

recently christie and i were talking about the crafts that our mothers and grandmothers did and how we struggle to remember how to do them and that it is important to do them.  cooking is the same thing.  and you know what?  it's also women's work.  michael pollan in his eater's manifesto brings up mom as cook and how your grandmother used to cook a whole bunch of times.  but he doesn't really problematize gender in that context.  women have been the ones to cook.  and what is happening is that women are working and are too tired to cook now.  and that is one thing that he doesn't really acknowledge in the context of all these bigger food trends--that much of these changes are gendered.  maybe it doesn't matter.  and maybe it really doesn't matter to him.  but teaching your kids to cook is important.  and it's usually mom who does that cooking and teaching and she usually just teaches it to her daughters.  ummmmm.....

typing

• been typing a lot today.  many emails.  syllabus fixing. 
• bullets.
  
• went to yoga for a bit.  my instructor wasn't feeling good so we just stretched for a while.  then i left.  she was really nice though.

not as pissed as i was

well, the mister made it back alright last night and then was out the door at 8 this morning to go get M out of jail.  grand total $1,600.  i'm deciding to not be as pissed as i was last night because i wasn't the one who had to drive all over the place and pay money and wait in the sun and deal with cops and bureaucrats.  and the mister is mad enough and demoralized enough by the experience that it's plenty for both of us.  i don't need to add to it.  he's saying that he's planning to scale back the "friendship."  we'll see.  he's got to hold on to M until September 1 at least, because that's his court date and if he doesn't show up for court then the $8,000 debt he's incurred by with his dui, no registration, no insurance will default to the mister since he's the one who posted the bail.  so, he's got to make it through august and get as much of his money back as possible and then he can ditch him for all i care.  ridiculous.  i felt really badly for my nice guy husband.  he's just so nice.

Pissed

I was in a good mood and now I'm not.  We had a good day.  We had a good evening.  We're sitting on the couch watching a bizarre documentary about the national Air Guitar championships and the mister's phone keeps ringing with some unknown number.  He keeps not answering it.  Eventually he checks the voicemail.  It's a weird garbled message.  I listened to it about 7 times and it sounded like a recording from a "correctional institution."  I figured that someone is calling from "inside" and is repeatedly dialing the wrong number.  That happened to me when I was in college once.  A wrong number from a prison.  He says, well I don't know anyone in any correctional facility and but the one person I can think of who could possibly be in jail would be M.  So he calls M and leaves a message saying to call or text him back and let him know he's all right.  It rings yet again and he says, should I answer it?  I say, sure, go ahead and tell them that they have the wrong number.  He answers it and guess who it is?!  It's M!  And guess what?  He's in jail!  So the mister takes down a couple of numbers (bail bonds and M's ex girlfriend) and hangs up.  Then calls M's old girlfriend who says, yes, she knows that he's in jail but that she doesn't think that she should have to get him out.  She's right.  From what I understand she's put up with enough (enabled him enough as well) and shouldn't have to always be the responsible go-to girl in his life who takes care of him.  The mister says, I understand, I'll take care of it.  Of course.  He's a good man.  A good friend.  Too good really.  It's something like $1,300.  Oh, and he's in for a DUI, which is ridiculous but not surprising since we all know that he is a alcoholic.  So, it's 9:30 on a Saturday night and my husband just got into his car to go to some bail bonds place downtown and charge a big bunch of money to our credit card and then is going to down to Henderson jail and bail this dude out.  Not only am I pissed that this guy was driving around drunk, I'm also angry that now my husband has to go out driving all over the valley tonight, putting himself in danger and going places he shouldn't have to go.  He is my priority and this guy's idiocy is infringing on my man's safety and peace of mind.  Ripples like a tidal wave. 

I'm not going to even speculate on how/when/if he'll get the money back.  M has no money.  He's been audited by the IRS and has been having his wages garnisheed for a while now.  I think that the mister said that he only has one more month of them taking his paycheck.  Well, I shouldn't comment on that anyway.  It's a weird anti-government thing and he's been getting his payback.  Now, what do you think the chances are that he's going to pay the mister back? 

Saturday

Really nice day so far.  Woke up early but hey.  There was some early swimming with a lot of sausage.  Then some errands and a stop at the grocery for breakfast food.  Then I made a big breakfast while the dudes swam again.  We ate it all gone, as Monkey says.  Yum.  Then playing around the house.  Boys playing with choo choos and mostly getting along.  Everyone seems to be in a pretty good mood.  I just put Moonpie down for a nap with his bottle while the Mister and Monkey took a cruise to the comic book store.  Yea. 

Oh and the internet is going in and out on us all the time.  Annoying.

And we might be having people over for pool and dinner this late afternoon.  At least I think so, so far.  xo