IM smartter den U.

IM smartter den U.

OK, I’m just not getting this.  Kids posting on another blog stuff like this:

Hey resa your a dumb bitch these are comments not essays. Its like a conversation. I actually know who Wow is personally and he takes honors classes and is on high honor role. How could you call GRstudent and elequent writer. Fucking dumb bitches. Go Fuck yourselves.

Posted by: Proper | Dec 15, 2005 3:24:23 PM

And that was defending this person:

the lousy synths etc were done on purpose to add to the “humor” of the music. They put the beats together in five minutes it was suppose to be cheesy.
Maybe their not performing because their not serious about their rap. Some of them have other musical interests.
Most of the kids who were “threatened” said they didnt care. I think its embarrasing for them having to be treated like victims of some crime.
On another note id like to go on a rant to ruin this blog for all you losers who
enjoy it.
D***** G*****- why are you such a loser?
POsting gossip stories on an online “coffee shop” site. maybe you like blendding yourself into Jewish stereotypes. Your a petty journalist. You should be happy PHT didnt make fun of your bitch of a daughter. Hey hrhppg. I’m guessing your a ditzy house wife whose incredibly moralistic and can’t really put things into perspective. Why dont you get a job and stop bitching on the internet. you might feel better about yourself.

Posted by: WOw | Dec 14, 2005 4:21:34 PM

And I’m thinking. . .holy cow.  These are upper middle class honor roll kids.  That’s one of the scariest things I can think of.  Some teacher(s) read the stuff these kids write and graded them highly.  We’d better start building us some more country club jails, I think.

Running In Place, Fast.

Running In Place, Fast.

The carpet was finally installed in the girls’ rooms.  After assembling and moving furniture, the end result is that there are huge piles of boxes in two more rooms.

We got new window treatments for the bedroom.  The hardware package was incomplete.  Went back for brackets.  Installed.  Pieces for installing panels not included with panels.  Hubby bought them.  Still sitting waiting for me because today I went out browsing and looking for a nail place (which I didn’t find because the ones I did find didn’t do the type of manicure I wanted) and then picked up a spice rack that would hold my spices so I could find them, after which. . .

I discovered that not only were there not enough bottles (I knew that there wouldn’t be) but that there are less than half the bottles I need, and the bottles come filled with spices of indeterminate origin, so they have to be emptied and washed and refilled and relabeled, but there’s room for another rack in the same shelf and the rack is cheaper than the individual bottles, so I’ll go back and get that and some spare bottles.  However. . .

I didn’t have time to go back to the store before the kids arrived home, so I started to rearrange and found that I could fit two more racks of bottles if I moved the shelves up, except that there weren’t any holes for the brackets where I needed them, so I had to find the right size drill bit, tape to mark the depth on the bit, measuring tape, level, and I managed to just get it done when. . .

Audrey arrived home, and we talked about her science fair project, which involves growing plants, but the plants won’t reach the stage she needs before the fair date, so we looked up related projects on the internet and planted the plants and found wood sticks for marking the plants that are too big for the clear dome to go over the tray.

Whew!

So, I have curtain parts in the bedroom.  Boxes and furniture for the girls’ rooms in their rooms and the family room (and the storage unit) and the wire shelves from their closets in the laundry room.  Spices all over the kitchen counter, a planter on a cooler by the sliding glass door.  Four more presents to wrap and one more late to be delivered, nothing unpacked from the sewing room, boxes with stuff that needs to go into the furniture that’s still in the storage room.  Plus, my nails are still short and my fingertips are all split, and don’t even mention whether or not we’ll be getting the Christmas Tree up this weekend.