You need to get tickets to see Act of Congress with Megan Clark at WorkPlay next Friday. You need to.
I already got my tickets. You can order them online. They’re cheap.
I don’t think I’m shallow. But I really love Anya Hindmarch bags, even though I have exactly zero of them. And this one takes the frakking cake. It’s gawjus.
Miss Bossy Pants–Dusti Worley Chuang–endorses the following candidates for Helena City Council. Be sure to vote in the municipal election on August 26, 2008. Our polling place is Helena United Methodist Church (just in case you’re registered in the county but have never voted here). Helenans vote for ALL PLACES on City Council. We have the benefit of not being cut into districts so that each and every City Council member works for all of us.
Place 1–Leigh Hulsey (read her website)
Place 2–Hal Woodman (a bright and dear person–read his website)
Place 5–Judy Ellington (fabulous Judy–read her website)
Places 3 and 4 have no opposition. You can still vote for those places if you want. Cris Nelson and Jerry Pate are the candidates, respectively. I am sure they’re fine people. In fact, I’m sure all the candidates are fine people. That’s a great thing about Helena–the residents care about the city. But if you feel so compelled, you can write my name, Dusti Worley Chuang, in on the ballot. I will humbly accept your votes.
The City Council race is not about popularity, though we have some wildly popular candidates. It’s not about money, though a few candidates have spent a lot of dough on direct mailings and such.
Remember two things:
Elected office is not a career. It’s a service position that needs to lend its opportunity to other folks.
Helena is growing rapidly and needs a city council that is not incahoots with the current establishment! That’s not to say that we need to be anti-establishment for its own sake. But Helena needs people on City Council who will make attending its meetings a priority, take initiative in researching problems, and will maintain an openness with the citizens of our fair and lovely city.
I love Helena. Where else in a “rural” area could my kid be one of four Asian kids in her class?
We need Leigh, Hal, and Judy to go to City Hall and make a difference.
New Rule: People who do not RSVP to events that clearly request an RSVP (none of that “regrets only” crap that lives in the South) do not get invited to future events.
Yes, I know you didn’t ask to get a birthday party invitation in the mail. Just like my kids didn’t ask to be born. But my kids wanted your kids at their party and it just makes sense to let me know you won’t be there before I blow $50 on light-up Batman yo-yos, Hello Kitty backpack clips, and Sierra Mist.
Ever seen Glengarry Glen Ross? Imagine it with less cursing, and with Girl Scouts instead of real estate agents.
I am a sad witness to the fading of the serial comma, also known as the Oxford comma. But I was thrilled to hear the song “Oxford Comma” by Vampire Weekend (one of my guilty-pleasures). I’ll warn you that the song uses the “f-word” twice, as in “who give a f**k about an Oxford comma.” But it’s a good song.
Obviously, I don’t agree with the boy who penned the song. I mean, I really, really care about the serial comma. I do. I care about grammar and vanishing folkways and languages and vocabulary. Someone has to.
I am also one who will stay up all night concerned about having introduced ambiguity into a sentence. I think we all know by now how my mouth can get me into big trouble! Anyone remember the PTO/flag ceremony controversy of last school year? When I take the time to speak thoughtfully instead of off-the-cuff, I consider heavily where I pause in a sentence so if I’m misunderstood, it’s not my fault, because I paused in the right spot!
Anyone who likes grammar will find the wikipedia article on the serial comma a fun read. Anyone who doesn’t like grammar needs to go read Perez Hilton.
Sunday I felt like crap. Big surprise there. Managed to stay in bed until almost noon somehow. I have broken my husband of the habit of sleeping until noon so he was up with the children.
At some point I put a teeny load of laundry in the washer. This is the old Kenmore washer we got as a wedding gift from our family in Taiwan. Ten years ago. It was about $200 and despite some leaks in the past, has really done okay given the burden my baby-making-machine has presented it with. It’s what we’d call a trooper.
My six year old tends to be a tad dramatic, so when she called from the kitchen, “Mommy, it looks like someone spilled water all over the floor,” I thought maybe the water dispenser in the fridge had dribbled a bit.
No, no, no. It was Lake Loudest House, in my kitchen.
Add to the flood–the whole kitchen/eating area was totally covered in sloshy-level water–the fact that I am a packrat by nature and started weeks ago cleaning stuff out and just kind of forgot about it…
My husband went into the living room and warned the kids that daddy was “in a real bad mood.” We dragged the shopvac up from the garage, at which point we noticed that the water had leaked into the garage and the basement. Of course. It missed anything important. Our collection of cycling, vintage auto racing, and Bob Dylan posters was spared, as was the server farm. Yes, I said server farm, in our basement.
Fast forward a few hours and we have left the eight year old with a neighbor and dragged two very giggly girls to Sears to buy a new washer and dryer. We were not being capricious. The dryer was eh, we’d had to replace the heating element a couple of times but it really wasn’t up to the task of handling laundry for five people and an incontinent canine. But the washer had let us down before. It was time for intervention and tough love.
Monday morning the Sears delivery guys kicked my old W&D to the curb–er, trucked it to the appliance graveyard–and put in new fancy ones, that apparently (according to an acquaintance I ran into at Wal-Mart while trying to choose a new HE laundry detergent) opens a who new set of potential problems. They’re computerized. The washer is slow but the dryer is really, really fast. I like watching the water fill the washer drum, though. That’s cool.
Now that the kids are in school and I have a fancy new set of laundry appliances, I suppose I am out of excuses for anyone in the house running out of socks and underwear. I’ve even caught my kindergartner putting her dirty laundry into her giant frog hamper.
Next: real housewives make their own cheese. I’ve finished reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. Fantastic, I say. I get upset with preachy stuff sometimes, but my friend Aaron declares that he forgives her preachiness because her prose is so wonderful. I am learning to agree.
Next: Wii fit is so much fun. It is totally worth the trouble it took to get it. If you’re a yoga purist, you might get upset because the asanas are not totally kosher sometimes, but the yoga exercises on Wii Fit are about stretching, balance, and strength and not about meditation. The aerobics activities are great: my favorite is the Super Hula Hoop. I have earned the title Calorie Incinerator on that activity. What’s most fun is doing the Wii Fit activities and logging enough time to unlock new games. My favorite balance game is the Table Tilt. I know this isn’t a thorough review, but trust me. The Wii Fit is fun. It’s worth the money. I lost 1.9 lbs the first week, just going through the yoga poses and the Super Hula and Step Aerobics. Everything is done in short increments, which experts say is still good for your heart and body, so you don’t tire yourself out.
In the next post, maybe I’ll expound upon the Oxford comma and why I love it so.
My mom-in-law brought comfort food today. Some things just taste better when an Amah makes them.
Weather is dreary. Head aches, lungs are full of gunk. Watch Mark Ruffalo.