Conservatives are expected to be thrilled. Progressives - not so much.
Along with her continuing sponsorship by Nike (which has affirmed their continuing support), she is also the newest face on Olivia Cruise's celebrity roster. She's already done an interview for the Advocate, yet to be published.
Any chance of a cameo on The L Word in Season Three? We can only hope...
Speaking of wandering the aisles, I should point out that part of what made this a good weekend to redo the kitchen is that it involved my wandering the aisles of Lowes - something The Girl absolutely can't stand. She can wander for hours inside a clothing store like Ralph Lauren, but get her near a home improvement store and her skin crawls. Just the opposite for me. I had a marvelous time walking the aisles, checking out the various outdoor fireplace/fire pits, refrigerators, drawer dishwashers, power tools, shelving options... You get the picture.
The woman at the check out counter confused me momentarily when after she gave me my receipt she inquired, "You don't have a cart?" *I stare blankly, before answering,* "No." "Are you going to be okay carrying all that?"
I had four 3-foot shelves (I ended up returning one, as I hadn't noticed that it was missing its hardware - how embarassing), and a small plastic bag containing two screwdrivers and a small toolbelt. And I had managed to carry these items loose all around the store and up to the counter before she bagged the smaller things. Did she think I had timed it so that I just made it to the counter before my muscles completely gave out?
"No, I'm fine, thanks. Have a good evening," I replied as I picked up the bag in my right hand and slung the shelving under my left arm and walked out to the parking lot.
I might not have been surprised at such a comment from someone in a chi-chi clothing store, but not from a woman working at a home improvement center. Doesn't she know about women actually being capable and self-sufficient? They should make that part of their employee training. Or she should watch Toolbelt Diva.
This baker's rack is now in the basement, and the cluttered table next to it is in the office. To see the whole story, check out the Kitchen Mini-Makeover Tale photoset. As always, remember that the slideshow option doesn't show the running commentary. Instead, click on the first photo in the thumbnails to see the larger view and description, then click Next under the thumbnails on the right to move through the set.
Warning - the Before photos are not for those appalled by clutter! TCU, you'd better sit down before viewing.
I'm curious to see how long it takes The Girl to notice when she gets home tomorrow...
So far after classes I've validated the ticket on the way out of the building, walked over to the hotel and taken the garage elevator pretty much alone. Maybe one other person. Not last night. It was like a Red Sox game letting out. There was a mob of my classmates waiting for the elevator. When the first one came, two of us just decided to wait for the next. By the time that one came the mob had refreshed. It was quite jovial and communal, though. Clearly there's this whole parking garage subcommunity of which I was previously unaware.
As I approached my car I realized that I had neglected to get the validation stamp, so I headed back to the elevators. Just as I got to the doors, another mob disembarked. A few chuckled and asked what I forgot, and I told my tale of distracted woe. This one woman said, "Just tell them you forgot. I mean, look at us - do we look like hotel guests? We're obviously students!!! I never pay full price when I forget!"
So I went back to the Jeep and got in the long line for the ticket booths. Usually I just drive on up, but given the crowds, it took a while. I explained the situation, the guy asked for my student ID and he wrote the number on the ticket. On my way. And I've now bonded with a whole new set of classmates.
Remember - if you choose the slideshow option, you only see the pictures. If you want the commentary for each photo, click on the first picture in the set, then click Next under the thumbnails on the right.
There's more than just pictures of leaves. It's a road trip.
Pictures (hopefully) to follow...
We've got snacks and beverages, a number of people expressed their interest and intent to attend, and I've got the whole AV logistics up and ready to go.
And I'm all alone. Not even any of the other executive board members bothered to show.
So the question now is, how long do I wait to see if any stragglers come in? Or do I just watch it myself? Sigh.
UPDATE (7:19 pm): Someone else finally showed up around 10 minutes after the start time. She lost track of the time in the library. So the two of us munched on snacks, had some soda, and watched the first 7 chapters of the DVD. Unfortunately, then the DVD refused to play chapters 8, 9 or 10. I tested it at home, and it's the DVD, not the player. But we had a pleasant time and interesting conversation. So there.
Not A Freak recently posted her thoughts on Martha Stewart and pumpkin rowing, which sounds entertaining, but this was something again. Once we hooked up with Special K and headed on out to the airfield for the Henniker Pumpkin Throw of 2005. This event started in 2001 by the guy who owns the airfield. There was lots of free food, plus a small airplane and helicopter that were taking people up for rides. But the main feature were the two trebuchets, one by the host and one by students at NEC. The students were working very hard on theirs, spending a great deal of time pulling, measuring the ropes, tying things off, etc. There were about a dozen of them in charge of pulling the ropes to load the thing up, and they were all straining. Before they got ready to go, Bob (the host) wrangled a handful of little kids to pull the single rope on his streamlined contraption (mea culpa, I did not have my camera with me - maybe next year), he locked the mechanism and the kids went back to watching. Then he loaded a pumpkin and (after clearing the area behind just in case) casually unleashed his creation, which elegantly swung around and sent the hapless pumpkin in a graceful arc over the field and towards the targets. It was quite a sight.
Eventually things were ready to go over at the NEC trebuchet. The rope handlers (all with gloves) tugged and strained on their twin leads while the pumpkin was loaded. On the set signal of "RUN AWAY," the handlers all released the ropes and scattered in all directions. Good thing, too, because the counterweight dropped, dragging the pumpkin in its little sling but then the pumpkin fell from its sling before even leaving the ground. The trebuchet continued on its wobbly path, but not in a smooth gliding fashion - more of a herky-jerky, side to side motion, with all connectors creaking. When it reached the top of its arc (when the pumpkin would have gone on its way had it stayed along for the ride), apparently the machine felt it was obligated to throw something, so it broke off the top half of itself and chucked it several feet ahead. The entire thing then continued its creaking, rocking, wobbling activity until it finally came to rest.
The students then gathered for pictures, got some food, and everyone watched Bob launch many more pumpkins over the course of the afternoon. We took our leave after a few, but the party seemed ready to continue throughout the day.
Last month I took a few days to go to the Cape. Being out on the water sure beat the hell out of sitting in my former cube. When I got back, several people commented that unemployment looks good on me - I had gotten lots of sun and ocean air.
The house belongs to a friend of my family. When my parents moved into the neighborhood in which I grew up, my sister was four years old. One of the neighbors down the street got wind of their arrival (this was 6 years before I was born), and marched up to my parents' house, introduced herself and her child in tow, and said, "I hear you have a 4-year old. Perhaps your 4-year-old and my 4-year-old can be friends." And so they were. And so they still are, almost 50 years later (47 in fact, but "almost 50" sounds more dramatic).
Check out the whole photoset of the trip here.
Funny, I was under the impression that the Supreme Court made legal decisions, and that the conservatives are generally in favor of the justices leaving the moral, cultural and social decisions to the legislature, as the elected representatives of the people. I guess that's only when the moral, cultural and social decisions are those on which the justices and the conservative powers disagree.
- Marriage to a person of the opposite sex
- Proof of participation in church or faith-based activities
No parentage could be established in court to a parent who had been convicted of such crimes as:
- Reckless homicide
- Neglect of a dependent
- Felony battery
- Drug offense
Senator Patricia Miller, chair of the Health Finance Commission, supports the bill. I've been trying to locate the full text of the bill, but have not been successful. I'll give it another go tomorrow, but for now I'll have to rely on the news article. (UPDATE: Here's the link to HFC004, courtesy of Chaotic Goodnik)
A separate bill (HB1684) authored by Rep. Van Haaften would require the state, group health insurance plans and HMOs to fund diagnosis and treatment for infertility, for the birth of one child, including use of artificial insemination. No restrictions appear on that bill.
UPDATE (10/6/05): "The issue has become more complex than anticipated and will be withdrawn from consideration by the Health Finance Commission," she said.
State Sen. Patricia Miller's entire statement regarding dropping the proposed bill.
"I've known her long enough to know she's not going to change, that 20 years from now she will be the same person with the same judicial philosophy she has today," Bush said. "She'll have more experience. She'll have been a judge, but nevertheless the philosophy won't change, and that's important to me."
So apparently in the president's perfect world, not only is the US Constitution a static, stagnating document, but the people who hear cases are also static, stagnating entities who never change, even over the course of 20 years. Good to know that the ability to learn and grow not only are not important qualities in those the president appoints to high office, but actually are qualities to be shunned and avoided in those individuals. Explains a lot. Like why Justices Thomas and Scalia are his ideal justices.
I'm in the big time now, baby.