Monday, September 25, 2006
Tonight we went to Burger Night at the Starlight. Yum. It was late for the kids, and they were a little cranky. Sam fell asleep as we pulled into the parking lot. Awyn woke up when we stopped the car. They both did really well despite the lateness of supper. Luckily we were seated right away, even though there was a line. We also tipped pretty well for the bump in seating; I think the wait for a table was actually supposed to be 45 minutes, and we waited less than 5. No, I didn't bribe the hostess; she saw the kids and thought it would be better if we didn't have to wait. She was also the daughter of a park employee and has seen us around and has seen what happens when Sam gets hungry and cranky.
Awyn ate her entire burger! I was expecting to box it up and take it home. Of course, I ordered her a veggie burger like mine. She started out eating it with this giant burger, bun and all, in both hands, gnawing bits off as it was too big for her mouth. Then about halfway through she ditched the bun and finished off the patty. The waitress brought us applesauce instead of fries. Sam got fries anyway, and didn't finish his hamburger. I ordered him a regular cheeseburger like his daddy. (two for one burger night; made sense to get two of each). I sure wish we'd brought the camera; Awyn and the burger was hilarious, and Sam made a new friend and danced with her to the live music down on the dance floor. The new friend might be living full time in Terlingua, so they might get to see each other again. She's only a few months older than Sam.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
But that's not what I wanted to ramble on about. I want to get you thinking about sports. Not title IX, but mascots. Now, when I went to high school there we were the Roughriders. And we were the Lady Riders. Whoa, boy, get off my back! It gets worse, and so far, this is the worst that comes to mind; in college we were Razorbacks (woo pigs!) and the Lady 'Backs. Anyone care to make the requisite derogatory comment? Well I will! Ladies-on-your-backs! Ugh. Both cutesy nicknames for the girls' or womens' teams make the think of poor sex jokes, always have. And that's not even the part that really gets me going!
Why do schools need to separate out their athletic departments into mens and womens - Hornet and Lady Hornets, Panthers and Lady Panthers. If I'm a Razorback, why can't I be a Razorback? Why do the men's teams automatically get the mascot, and the women get the leftover sexist version 'Lady'. What about calling them the Tigers and the Gentlemen Tigers? Before you tell me that adding the 'lady' makes it honorific, I'm going to say no, it's a modifier, and it's not intended to elevate, it's intended as a diminutive. If we must differentiate between the genders of our athletic teams, then find a way to work boys or men into the name, and don't let us all assume that when a news anchor tells us that the Sooners won the game they mean the men! That we even need a modifier is overtly sexist.
Perhaps this just isn't a big deal to most people. Honestly, I didn't worry much about it before I moved to Kansas and got my first taste of midwestern manners. There I couldn't find anyone else who found it sexist. In fact, I found pride in the division. They weren't just plain old Jayhawks, they were Lady Jayhawks. Ack, if you are a Kansan, you are all Jayhawkers! (yes, even you PowerCat sporting K-Staters)
It got worse when I moved to Arkansas, where the lady was clearly a diminutive and the girls teams did not get nearly the attention of the boys.
So I've gotten over my high-school need to lift as much weight as any guy, refusal to ask for help or prove in any way that I'm just as tough, smart, fantastic as any guy. After all, I'm a woman. I'm better. I just can't get over the fact that girls don't get the mascot title unless it's prefaced by 'Lady'.
When I hear that the Hogs went 9 and 0, I want to have to ask, "which team?" and be referring to gender.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
This was taken in July, so it was pretty big that she was telling Tasha to hush. Tasha is just outside the door, barking occasionally to come inside. Awyn moved the entire load of diapers from the washer to the dryer. It was probably late afternoon/evening and I didn't have time to hang them on the line. I'm testing this to see how well photobucket does videos. This was the killer video that got me banned from zippy videos, that or they didn't like Sam dancing to Metallica.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Tasha was Xrayed as well, at least her leg and shoulder were. We were able to rule out cancer, but while it's not a dire pronouncement, the scans did show that what she's got is indeed advanced arthritis, and her leg may improve some with a better diet and glucosamine supplements and we'll continue to try the pills - trimadal (of course I'm spelling it wrong). And guess what Tasha's pain medicine is? You bet, Trimadal. Daddy and doggy are on the same pill. Tasha's pills were cheaper. The vet said there are several pain management plans we can follow, and she wants to start out with the kind that we can continue long term with minimal consequences. Tasha is still perky, happy, and loving life, and we will continue to see that she isn't in too much pain. The vet would still like to biopsy the lump on her chest, as well as clean her teeth, but I think we're going to wait and see on that for now.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
I think this article neatly sums up Elmo. It's a must-read.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
This is where I hit a snag. You see, the meal plans assume I live somewhere near a metropolitan area. Instant barley pearls. Fresh herbs, like oregano and basil. Low fat cheese. Hey, I found Orzo, once I figured out what it was, and then decided I'd rather have couscous. Heck, I couldn't even find a cantaloupe, and we shopped in two different cities, multiple grocery stores. The other problem is the book assumes I can go shopping once a week. Honestly, we usually go once a month, and all the fresh wonderful veggies it calls for don't stay fresh for two weeks, like the fresh spinach. We hadn't been eating much salad because keeping fresh lettuce is difficult. I love those bagged salads with all the different kinds of greens in them (iceberg lettuce is pointless and I don't even like it). Also is the ability to make lunch at lunch time. Not always easy. So I'm having to substitute meals right from the start after a five page shopping list to find all the ingredients for two weeks worth of meals. Oh, the pumpkin curry soup is divine and I love the blackeyed pea salad. yum. The food is really good, and filling. I haven't wanted to snack, I'm still feeling full from each meal and snack. Of course, not having the ice cream it calls for makes some of the snack difficult, but we are finding appropriate substitutions. I'm riding my bike at least three times a week, pulling Awyn in the trailer. We're thinking about buying tennis rackets so we can play on the court. The kids are loving our outside activities, and they are even eating the food. I'm not low-fatting the kids stuff unless it just happens that way. Awyn still drinks whole milk.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I went to a Princess House party today. Lots of beautiful things to see and order, but the price was a bit high, although I bet the quality is just fine. The catalogues were in Spanish, but the prices were clearly marked, and obviously if I don't know what something is, I don't need to order it. I fell in love with a teapot and a steamer set. The steamer set clocked in at over $100, and I think I could find something that would work well for less. The only thing I know I'd use it for is making tamales, and for that much money I can buy tamales from somebody else. My friend Romney is willing to teach me to make tamales and tortillas and all that sort of thing. I've been experimenting with the corn tortillas, but need more practice. Apparently it is a two day process, or an all day with friends process to make tamales, and is best if double or triple batches are made so everyone can freeze the extras and we can go for months between tamale parties. I'm looking forward to this. I've looked the process up online, and sure enough, a real tamale has two kinds of meat, pork and chicken, stewed to extremem tenderness, shredded, blended, mixed with various things, put into the masa (the masa is made with the broth) and the corn packet is then steamed.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Poor Tasha is 12 years old. She's starting to lose some mobility. I took her to the vet on Wednesday. She has advanced arthritis, with her back legs and hips being severely affected. She also has some variety of breast cancer and isn't using one of her front legs. The vet said that she is not showing pain, and the pain managemt course will depend on what kind of cancer she has and what an xray of her shoulder shows. She needs her teeth cleaned too, and as this vet has very reasonable rates, I think we're going to see what we can do to make the rest of her life comfortable and pain-free.