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TV Land May 16, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Current Affairs, Sports, I dream of sleep , 4 comments

I am pathetic.

Here are the things I have recently watched on TV:

Do you see a pattern here? Sports and kid shows (the Penguins were for the kids, but now I have to explain why seals eat Penguins. Lovely)

I read about American Idol. I have NEVER seen it. I read about Lost, again, I have never seen it.
But damn, I know my Disney movies!

I know many people TIVO stuff (hey, look! I made a verb from a noun!), but even if I had the will to spend $10 bucks more a month, would I really watch it? I wonder. How do you all have TIME to watch TIVO? Really?

Here’s a quick breakdown of my day:

Have small child(ren) attack our bed. Turn on TV, snooze for 60 minutes while PBS educates them (don’t even start with me, YOU get up with them at 6 am if you don’t like TV as a babysitter). Then, get up, shower, get girls dressed, get me dressed not always in that order. Solve crisis du jour (today was Soleil’s jammies fell off when she went to the bathroom, 30 minute scream fest), eat, get everybody in car. Drive to daycare. Drop off, hope Luna doesn’t scream. Work. Enjoy the quiet. Get back to daycare, get girls, get home, Dr. Jay cooks, I play, we eat, I clean, Get ready for bed. 1 hour of getting girls to bed (or longer) and by 9-10, we are done. Then we want to sleep.

I assume some of you (parents) have kids that sleep. Really. I don’t, so TV is what I can watch when I can watch it.
Sigh…

I suspect Johnny will be shaking his head and saying something about crime, but I always thought we would get some semblance of sleep. We still have nights when Soleil is up until 11. She’s in her room, but we can’t force her to sleep….

Have I mentioned it’s still raining? Cities northeast of us are floating away

Why I can never blog on Mondays May 15, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Kids , 1 comment so far

Img_8344_2They steal my computer for Dora on-line games!Img_8347

Goodbye…. May 14, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Depression , 2 comments

Link: Goodbye Cancerbaby.

Apparently 1 inch means 4 in Russian May 13, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Nance , 1 comment so far

I promise to try to get a photo tomorrow.

I got my hair cut today.  My normal stylist doesn’t work on Fridays. I got Kasha instead. Kahsa has a strong Russian accent. I told her I just wanted 1 inch off the bottom and to taper the front.

Oh My G-d. My hair was on my shoulders this morning. It is now level with the bottom of my ears.

Dr. Jay saw me and said "hey, when did you grow a neck?"

At least I won’t need to cut it for a LONG LONG LONG TIME now

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I love men (or why I like working with men) May 12, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : She Blinded me with Science , 1 comment so far

I love working with men. This has nothing to do with sexual attraction, more of a Mars versus Venus thing. I have almost always enjoyed working with men.

My first paying job was at the Buffalo Museum of Science. This was the cool job of running the solar observatory and presenting "sun shows". We would talk about the sun, show people the sun on the wall (using a special solar telescope called a heliostat ) and then take them upstairs to look at the sun with our telescope with an H-alpha filter.

I did work with women here. Funny that. I was close with the museum director, whose main loves were stars and mushrooms. A funny mix, but given that he lived in the hills of Austria during WWII to hide, it is not surprising.

My next job introduced me to the world of catty women. I worked at an amusement park! I got a job at the commissary which was wonderful. We didn’t have to work with guests, no money and lots of fun. But I discovered that women were very, very catty. They fought over men, they bitched about each other. If someone dressed "out of line" they were called on it behind their back. UGH.

I lost that job (fired/quit over the demand to sell beer while we left two 14 year olds in charge which was illegal). I quickly joined one of my favorite jobs, a night stocker at the local Ames. I was the only woman on the crew. The guys on the crew were great. They would sometimes be crude and forget that I was there and then realize what they said. I would laugh with them. I liked the crude. It was…fun I guess to not be watching what I was saying all of the time. When things were slow, we would do races around the store with the carts. I always got to ride since I was small. I have to say, it was incredibly enjoyable to just be. I didn’t worry about what they thought of me. Men have a way of saying what they mean. They can be blunt, but at least it is out there. Then they offer to buy you a beer (or race around the store in a cart). No behind the back bull.

Since I had always loved astronomy, I went to school majoring in that (and physics). Guess what? Astronomy and Physics are male dominated fields. It worked perfectly with me. I have had a few jobs here working with women, but since my last job (working with the demon anti-woman female boss), I have found the best place. I am on a team with 7 men, 2 women (the other woman I barely know). My sub-team is 4 men, and me. There is no backstabbing. There are no "oh my gahd, did you see what she did?" There are no weird sweater chicks. 

(Although I do have to point out that I had a female scientist tell me when I was first on the job "I hear you are sleeping with Dr. Jay. Is that why you got this job?" After my jaw hit the floor, I told her "Actually, we are engaged and I got this job before he started".)

The guys I work with are refreshing. Last week, my boss and I had an issue. I submitted my paper and he thought I hadn’t. He read an old version and basically wasted his time on comments. He was pissed and told me so. My female side kicked in "does this mean he is going to hold this against me?" "How angry is he?" "Well, he should have asked first! (defensive)"

I bit my tongue and got the paper version to him, corrected and revised. He wrote another email.

"I read the … paper on the way in this morning.  It reads very well and it flows nicely.   You have a done a nice job pulling this together and any ACIS-knowledgeable person should be able to read this and understand it."

That is what I am talking about. Men say what they mean. He was pissed that he wasted his time, but not angry about the paper and then gave me a nice complement.

I love working with men.

Fragile May 11, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Weblogs , add a comment

Nothing reminds us of how fragile life is as death.

I read today that Cancer,Baby is losing her fight.

I read today that Karen is winning her fight.

The words of Sting’s song Fragile are going around and around in my head. (and yes, I know Fragile is about war, not cancer, but aren’t they the same sometimes?)

A lighter post May 11, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Kids , 1 comment so far

Yeah yeah, I’ve been all "oh poor me" lately here. But there are good things going on.
Here are a few photos to show how much fun a kid can be. And dandilions. In someone else’s yard

Uncle J (Dr. Jay’s brother) and LunaImg_8308a

Uncle J (Dr. Jay’s brother) and Soleil
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Dr. Jay and the girlsImg_8316a

It’s raining again May 10, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Depression , 1 comment so far

It’s raining today. It’s just like yesterday, cool and rainy. Sometimes, the cold rain gets to me, and I get very very depressed. Other times, it fits me, like the right clothes for a certain day.

Today, the rain fits like a glove. I am not really down today, not really euphoric either, I just am. And watching the rain come down and seeing the leaves covered with water just feels right today. It’s almost cleansing to see the ground soak up this much needed rain. I noticed the rain was cleaning my car today, a pile of bird shit was getting washed off. Maybe that’s why the rain works today. It is helping me wash the depression of the last week away.

It should be gray and rainy through the weekend. I wonder if my mood will improve as the clouds continue to release.

The Penalty Parent May 9, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Kids , 1 comment so far

It has been decided, by Luna, that I am the penalty parent. For Soleil*, it is Dr. Jay.

Luna wants Daddy. Daddy daddy daddy. If she wakes in the middle of the night, I will go in and she cries at me "No Mommy, I want Daddy" I tell her that Daddy needs sleep, but she could care less about that!

The other night, she was being a PITA** and Dr. Jay left her room. She opened her door to find me standing out in the hallway. I said, "Do you want Mommy?" She looked me in the eye, said "NO!" and slammed her door shut. She would rather be hiding in her room alone than be with mommy. Sigh.

However, we have decided to use this to our advantage. Luna goes nuts when Dr. Jay drops her off at daycare. Especially on Tuesdays. She spends Sat-Mon at home, and Mommy is with her most of the time. So if Daddy leaves her at daycare, she goes insane. If Mommy drops her off, eh, it’s just mommy!

So today, I took her to her class. She found her chair, sat down, waiting for snack as I filled in her data sheet. Then when I was ready to leave, I asked if she would push me out the door. She got up, ran over, helped me leave, slammed the door behind me,  blew a kiss and back to her chair for her snack.

This is good, right?

* Soleil told Dr. Jay, "I love you daddy, but I love Mommy more"
** pain in the ass

I couldn’t resist May 7, 2006

Posted by spacemom in : Food and Drink , add a comment

Promise not to tell?

Ok,
Nobody else is in the house for a rare minute, so I snarqued some Redi-whip. STRAIGHT FROM THE CAN INTO MY MOUTH. YUM!

Shhhhh… The silence made me do it!