Only in dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages

I had a dream about House last night. I am sharing it with you lot, but I'm putting it behind a cut in case you don't care.

( House Dream or, er, Dream House )

I'm sure everyone by now is aware of the death of Rosa Parks. I wonder what it must have been like to live so long as a symbol for something larger than yourself? She always handled it with dignity and grace.

In a completely unrelated segue, I would like to share a small frustration. This morning Charlie's friend Devon said that Charlie called him a 'pig' yesterday. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie didn't, mostly because I know it isn't a word he would be familiar with - at least not in that context. Idiot, yes, pig, no. And I could also tell D was making it up. He is having some anger issues lately. Well Charlie denied saying it, and D contradicted him and it got into one of those 'yes you did' 'no I didn't' things, and I could tell Charlie was getting upset.

Thing was, so was I, and it wasn't so much because I was worried for Charlie, but because when I was growing up I hated when people did that. Hated it. I despised being called a liar, and it made me crazed when people would just 'ya-huh' at me and not listen to reason. I found myself getting really annoyed at poor D, which wasn't fair. (Although he was being kind of a brat.)

And poor Charlie. He is not a good liar, and usually fesses up to something like that, even if he tries to qualify it with a 'but he...' Not only that, D said it was while playing some sort of ball game, and Charlie really doesn't do that. Team sports eludes him.

I'm sure they are both over it already, but me, I'm left with flashbacks of my own less than stellar school-yard memories. Sigh.

Rosa Parks, dignity and grace. Me...not so much

Only in dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages

I had a dream about House last night. I am sharing it with you lot, but I'm putting it behind a cut in case you don't care.

( House Dream or, er, Dream House )

I'm sure everyone by now is aware of the death of Rosa Parks. I wonder what it must have been like to live so long as a symbol for something larger than yourself? She always handled it with dignity and grace.

In a completely unrelated segue, I would like to share a small frustration. This morning Charlie's friend Devon said that Charlie called him a 'pig' yesterday. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie didn't, mostly because I know it isn't a word he would be familiar with - at least not in that context. Idiot, yes, pig, no. And I could also tell D was making it up. He is having some anger issues lately. Well Charlie denied saying it, and D contradicted him and it got into one of those 'yes you did' 'no I didn't' things, and I could tell Charlie was getting upset.

Thing was, so was I, and it wasn't so much because I was worried for Charlie, but because when I was growing up I hated when people did that. Hated it. I despised being called a liar, and it made me crazed when people would just 'ya-huh' at me and not listen to reason. I found myself getting really annoyed at poor D, which wasn't fair. (Although he was being kind of a brat.)

And poor Charlie. He is not a good liar, and usually fesses up to something like that, even if he tries to qualify it with a 'but he...' Not only that, D said it was while playing some sort of ball game, and Charlie really doesn't do that. Team sports eludes him.

I'm sure they are both over it already, but me, I'm left with flashbacks of my own less than stellar school-yard memories. Sigh.

Rosa Parks, dignity and grace. Me...not so much

Not the best copy, but...

( Charlie's School Photo )

I had to go home for a bit this afternoon - Charlie's friend D (see earlier post) had an accident in his pants, and his mother was at the doctor's and was unreachable. His other mother works in the city, and I'm guessing the school didn't think to call her or couldn't reach her. Anyway, I ran home, got some of Charlie's pants and went to the school, by this time the bus was already there, so I said I'd just take the kids home, which I did. Kate met me at my house. The upside of this was I got to see Charlie's school photo already.

In sadder news, D's mother is back in hospital. You may recall I mentioned a few weeks ago how she'd been ill. I don't know why yet, M didn't know details yet either. Poor thing - she's stuck at work, and she is important there and so can't just dart out. She will be darting out as soon as she can, but meanwhile thanks be to God for Kate the Baby-Sitter of Awesomeness for being able to take care of both boys.

I hope that the hospital thing is just a small thing from the problem we already knew about and not because of some new horrible thing we didn't. So, fingers crossed, people!

And finally, saw this article on CNN.com: Day late and a dollar short, people. Would have been better if they came to this conclusion this time last year.

Not the best copy, but...

( Charlie's School Photo )

I had to go home for a bit this afternoon - Charlie's friend D (see earlier post) had an accident in his pants, and his mother was at the doctor's and was unreachable. His other mother works in the city, and I'm guessing the school didn't think to call her or couldn't reach her. Anyway, I ran home, got some of Charlie's pants and went to the school, by this time the bus was already there, so I said I'd just take the kids home, which I did. Kate met me at my house. The upside of this was I got to see Charlie's school photo already.

In sadder news, D's mother is back in hospital. You may recall I mentioned a few weeks ago how she'd been ill. I don't know why yet, M didn't know details yet either. Poor thing - she's stuck at work, and she is important there and so can't just dart out. She will be darting out as soon as she can, but meanwhile thanks be to God for Kate the Baby-Sitter of Awesomeness for being able to take care of both boys.

I hope that the hospital thing is just a small thing from the problem we already knew about and not because of some new horrible thing we didn't. So, fingers crossed, people!

And finally, saw this article on CNN.com: Day late and a dollar short, people. Would have been better if they came to this conclusion this time last year.

Gilmore Girls recap for my friend Kathryn

( Gilmore Girls )

So there you go. Not my best recap but it is still cold in my house and my fingers are numb.

Night!

Gilmore Girls recap for my friend Kathryn

( Gilmore Girls )

So there you go. Not my best recap but it is still cold in my house and my fingers are numb.

Night!