A Day in the Life: Placeholder

Well, kiddies, I’m going to be offline from tomorrow until Oct 31. But before I went, I wanted to leave you a little something to look at. 

Come back and visit again next weekend.

Probably I’ll miss you more than you’ll miss me.


A Day at the Zoo

At the Zoo w/ my SIL


Plant life

Going home


The Sad Lament; a Brief Poem in Ballad or Common Meter



My phone is gone
I dropped it
in a children’s clothing store.
Although I hurried right on back
my phone, it was no more.

I have no clue who picked up,
some miscreant or worse.
Perhaps she saw it lying ‘lone
and stuck it in her purse.

Perhaps she viewed the pictures
saved with such great care,
the pictures of my little son
his first whole year
at places here and there.

Perhaps she watched the video
I took from day to day
Perhaps she watched him grow from birth
and watched him as he played.

And if she did,
she didn’t call to say she had my phone.
Instead she kept it for her own
in her evil, nasty way.

And so I’d like to say to her
you awful, awful something-that-rhymes-with-witch.
I hope your fingers all fall off
and your house falls in a ditch.

I hope your ears will melt away
and your nose will turn to goo.
And by the way I hope that you
will catch something nasty, too.

And if someday you accidently lose
something very dear,
I hope you’ll never get it back
but instead get a kick in the rear.

Consider, if you will, the Lowly Chicken

I like chickens.

They’re delicious.

Ha. Just kidding.

I like chickens. If I could keep chickens in my backyard, I would. They are beautiful and AT LEAST as entertaining as the cats. Miles likes them too when we’ve gone to the local animal farm to see the animals.

So let us consider, if you will, the plight of the chicken. 

They lay eggs for us to eat, that we know. But did you also know that:

     “…more than 98 percent of the 345 million laying hens in the United States live out their lives in      stacked rows of tiny wire cages….in 2005the United Egg Producers, in response to public concerns, recommnded a gradual increase in cage space for each adult Leghorn…to 0.47 square feet. By comparison, an 8.5 x 11 sheet of notebook paper is 0.65 square feet–30 percent bigger than the new ‘humane’ goal.”
                Raising Baby Green: The Earth-friendly guide to pregnancy, childbirth and baby care, Alan Greene, M.D.

That my friends is a sad thing.  And that is why we should shell out the extra $$ for cage-free, free range eggs.  Because it’s just plain mean not to.



 buck buck buck buck buck buck buck bugawk!

the great depression


on and off i’ve been feeling kind of down over the past week or two. ok, not just kind of, a LOT, here and there, give or take. 

there are too many things going through my head. this is just a randomly-ordered list of the questions I’m obsessing  worrying over currently:

  • the future of the nation and/or the economy
  • the upcoming elections
  • sleep
  • BPA, parabens and pthalates: they are in everything, unavoidable, like a modern plague. plastic toys, carpets, mattresses, cans of soup, water bottles, baby bottles/sippy cups/teethers for crying out loud! who thinks up these messes?
  • living green/organically without going broke: because i can’t afford to shop at Whole Paycheck Foods or install chemical-free flooring or install solar or geothermal HVAC systems or grey-water recycling or buy wool mattresses or etc etc etc
  • chemicals and pesticides in the food we eat
  • sleep
  • humane and ethical treatment of animals raised for food
  • child slavery that is fueling the chocolate obsession
  • carob doesn’t REALLY taste like chocolate
  • sleep
  • how can my son ever learn patience when his mom is such an impatient something-that-rhymes-with-witch?
  • sustainability in agriculture and industry
  • is it normal to want to not be a mom sometimes?
  • leaving a legacy of a broken environment for my kids and grandkids to deal with
  • sleep
  • why can’t my stupid cats just GET ALONG already?
  • i don’t think i’m cut out for this mom thing. i never even liked babysitting, for crying out loud.
  • the economic burden my kids will face thanks to the funding of the Iraq war through the selling of foreign debt
  • will my son EVER stop teething?
  • sleep
  • why does he need so little sleep?
  • why is he so gorgeously marvelous (especially when he’s asleep?)?

I’m sure there’s more, it just depends on the day or the hour or how much Fussy there has been or how few naps. 

I guess these mostly deal with things I can’t do very much about. it doesn’t stop me from worrying about it and trying to find answers and make the best decisions.

humans always need something to worry about. at least i’m not worrying (yet) about how to feed my son (just worried about the chemicals he’s taking in!) or if i’ll have electricity or running water tomorrow or whether a neighboring country will invade or civil war will break out. or plague.

like i said, there’s always something to worry about, isn’t there?

Weekend Edition, Konglish Style


See the sweat dripping from his brow?  Holeman: my EVIL friend! Oh, the malevolent portent! Oh, the impending doom!

Lalala! Birds singing! Flowers blooming! Impending death and despair!

(p.s. one of our all-time favorites, is Holeman)

I didn’t know

You maybe know my obsession with chocolate.  I am or have been an indescriminate eater of chocolate for my whole life and had come to revel in the news that chocolate, or at least very dark chocolate (which is the only kind anyway), is good for you.

But no more.

Probably you have already heard about this. I hadn’t until my friend Sharon forwarded me a link about it.

Chocolate and slavery.  Or, let us be exact: chocolate and child slavery.

The Ivory Coast exports 43% of the world’s chocolate. It also aids that export by the exploitation of male children aged 12 -16.  It has been estimated that there are approximately 12,000 – 15,000 boys in forced labor (Save the Children), lured by promises of bicycles or money for their family, instead finding 12 hour days of heavy labor, beatings with bicycle chains or branches if they stumble and fall under the heavy bags of harvested cocoa, locked into small sheds at night with a group of other boys with a can to urinate in, given corn paste for their one meal (http://www.american.edu/ted/chocolate-slave.htm)

To me, this is horrific, this is appalling and it is nauseating.  The chocolate I have eaten now seems tainted with the taste of blood or sweat. And pain. And terror. And suffering.

Having children as a part of a workforce is not an uncommon practice in Ivory Coast or other countries. And that to me is not as great an issue. It is the abuse of this cultural practice and the abuse of young boys that is sickening. And even if it were “only” 5,000 or 500 or 100 or 12, to me the taint spreads through it all.

I hold my young son and feel his soft skin and head and I know that that is how their mamas felt about these boys.

What can I do?  What about the chocolate that I enjoy, the mocha lattes, the hot chocolate, the chocolate chip cookies, the brownies or the cake?  I’ve decided to buy organic chocolate (organic growers being under more scrutiny and guidelines) and, if possible, fair trade chocolate.

It’s much more expensive, that is true.  But how can I possibly weigh the price of a child’s life against my momentary gustatory pleasure?

This link is excellent if you yourself want to know more:

Stop Chocolate Slavery (this also has a Take Action page with links to people and companies to email asking for change)


Weekend Edition, Konglish Style

Previous Older Entries