Headed home for the weekend


I’d get more reading done if this lady in the front of the car wasn’t reciting her litany of health issues and medications so loud I can hear it in the back.

I’m all about peaceful coexistence


Until this happens.  Watch me devise a way for a mouse to die.



I love these little not-quite cheeses.  They are so cute and little and covered in pretty red wax.  I feel classy when I pack them, look at them, eat them.  But, then…I look at the amount of garbage I made for four bites of food.  And I just have to ask myself if that’s legit. 

No.  No, it is not legit to create this much garbage for not-really cheese.  I’ma have to start buying actual cheese and slicing it myself.

February 6-8, In Which We Do Different More Stuff

February 6, I didn’t go nekkid.

feb 6

I did open a $4 bag of chips to find it one-quarter full? WTF? Not like I need to eat chips anyway.

potato chips

February 7, also dressed.

feb 7

February 8‘ likewise. What is with all this following of social norms?

feb 8

And folks, it was cold on a couple of these days. I almost needed the best patagonia down coat, but I made do with the one I have.

This entry was posted on February 12, 2013, in cass rants.

January 14 and 15, In Which We Have Lice and Blisters

This is what I wore Monday. I really like the whole suit. I took this picture before I ran the children to school for yet another head check.

sweater Jan 15

My boy passed, but the two girls still had live varmints. I brought them home, stopping by Walgreens on the way to pick up the stuff I had used on the boy and treated them quickly, hoping to get them in class so I could get to class myself. I took them back to school, and although the nurse found no active lice on their heads, she would not let them go to class. Angry and frustrated does not begin to tell the tale.

But, I decided to make a fun day of it until my mom got off work at 2. I figured we would go to Target and Burger King. I drove into Wilmington. I drove all the way to Target. And reached in my backpack to get my wallet, only to discover that I had left it on the table with the box from the lice shampoo. Back home. Get wallet. Back to Target, where I bought nothing. Then to Burger King, where I bought lunch times three. Then to Kmart where I bought candy for the girls and a water for myself, and then I let them sit on the merry-go-round while I sat on the bench and we just enjoyed the beautiful day. And it was beautiful.

And I really hope that my kids remember that we had shopping and lunch and fun, and not that they had lice.

I did make it to school for my last class, which was meeting for the first time. It’s a three hour once a week writing workshop class. Then I did what I do every Monday–homework.

monday nights

This is what the library looked like at 7pm, as I was making a list of all my homework assignments, in due date order, for the semester. Except that changed today, when I got to Positive Psych and was greeted with a modified syllabus. It’s basically just spreading the reading out instead of the clumpiness with which it first appeared. We also found out there will be mandatory articles each week, in addition to what’s in the syllabus already. Oh, and a mindfulness/meditation journal. And a gratitude journal later this semester. This is the third class which requires a journal this semester. Have I mentioned I am still doing the morning pages? Well, most days. You know, when I don’t lose an hour on head checks.

The entire day was not lost however, because I came home to these. They are absolutely stunning in person, and they fit. And they have straps, so they will stay on my feet!

new essies

And that was Monday!

Tuesday, I wore this. I’m not in love with this skirt and I think someone else may appreciate it more than I do.

outfit Jan 15

They maybe can buy it from the thrift store with these shoes, which originally came to ME from a thrift store. I love the look of them, but I walked out of them more times that I can count today, and ended up with a couple of blisters. They are outta here!

shoes be gone

I spent another hour this morning at the elementary school, getting the girls rechecked. Yep, the same ones that didn’t have lice at 10am yesterday. They were inspected, and inspected, and inspected. And I also got to meet with the school social worker, because this has been going on so long.

When I got home, from school and errands, I discovered that I had missed my last book delivery and have to go the post office tomorrow. I nit-combed three heads. I tried to fix the washer which has decided again that it is not receiving communications from the control panel–though how it can tell me this I do not know, since I have to start the diagnostic process by pushing buttons on the control panel.

And I found out that the school nurse at the elementary school is also the school nurse at the middle school. I found this out because my middle son told me how he got pulled out of class today to have his head checked. And so did his brother. So, basically the school nurse used her knowledge of what was going on in one location to single out students in another location for head checks. No referral, no scratching, nada. And they were clean. Of course, I had been telling her that the elementary school students were the only ones in my house with a lice problem for…since it began.

Yeah. I am a bit pissed that my kids’ right to privacy and the sanctity of their persons were violated this way. And the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Someone in authority has touched my children without just/probable cause. That f*cking infuriates me.

I better go take a shower now, before I start writing scathing emails to the school board.

Complaint Department

I love my kids, I really do.  I love my friends.  I love my people.  I do.  Sincerely.

But it really, really bothers me that there is no place that I can go to be alone.  I sit in my room–some one comes through it to go pee.  I go pee, someone needs something before I can wipe my ass.  And trying to wash said ass?  Three minute shower, tops, before someone knocks on the door.   Dear God, I just want to be alone for five freaking minutes.  And waiting for the phone to ring because someone is sick, or forgot something, or whatever?  NOT alone.

Ok, done.  Going to bed at quarter til 8, because you know why?  That is the only thing I do get to do alone. :evil:

This entry was posted on December 18, 2012, in cass rants.

Just Another Crazy Communist at Your Service

I tell ya, I am about sick of people. Seriously. In the past thirty minutes, I have been called a communist because I think the People’s Rights Amendment is a damn fine idea, and had my mental health called into question because I support a liberal political ideology. And this by folks who think they are adhering to the principles embraced by the founding fathers. Excuse me, but when I read MY Constitution, it begins with “We the PEOPLE,” not “we the corporations” or “we the wealthy.”

Read the constitution and buy a dictionary. Literacy greatly increases the chances that I won’t think you are stupid.

Image courtesy of Bob Lucas.

This entry was posted on July 18, 2012, in cass rants.


So, I am having one of those days. Yesterday, I busted up and cleaned one side of the kitchen, and meant to do the other side today. And by clean, I mean sorted, tossed, reorganized. It looks great. I meant to do the other side today, but…now I don’t particularly wanna. To add insult to injury, I went in to start on the kitchen and discovered the dishwasher was full of dirty dishes. I at least finished filling it and started it running. Progress, right?

Nor do I want to read. Or write. Or anything else for that matter. I really just want to lay around like a sloth. I’m not quite sure why that is.

I have put “update the blog” on my mental to-do list. I’ve had this theme for quite a while now. And I have outdated links in my sidebar, widgets I want to take out and others to put in, and it seems like a good time to get fresh. I really like this theme, but it’s not very customize-able. I did find one very similar that IS (or appears to be), and so I am debating between that and a more floral/feminine/pink one. I guess you’ll find out which one I chose when you visit and see it changed, right? For sure, it will be one that allows larger pictures. I like big shots, and I cannot lie. /channeling Sir MixaLot

In other news, I seem to have two teenage boys in my house, and not ones I gave birth to. One of them was apparently kicked out of his house for not finding a job. I am sitting here thinking…you know, unemployment is 8.5%. This only includes folks actively drawing unemployment. It does not include those who are looking for a first job; they are ineligible for unemployment because they have never worked. It does not include those who have been unemployed so long that their unemployment benefits have run out. So, yes, I understand parents are frustrated, but graduation was only a month ago. And jobs are scarce. And I totally get that I don’t know both sides of the story. Nonetheless, I have long been appalled that we live in a society that throws people away, from the unborn to the non-violent offender. I’m appalled that we treat relationships as conveniences instead of commitments. But I am grieved when parents throw their kids out.

I am particularly grieved that parents in my community are doing this TWO MONTHS after one of our kids killed himself, at least in part because of a bad home life. WTF are ya’ll thinking? Seriously, where is your compassion? Where is your respect for a grief process brought on by violent, sudden death? Where is your love for your children?

Ah, maybe that explains my lack of motivation. I’m not lazy, it’s just that my brain is imploding while I try to figure out how to help folks out on my already overtaxed space, funds, and time. Cleaning the kitchen suddenly seems very appealing, in that it will give me something else to think about besides this gigantic parental FAIL.

This entry was posted on July 17, 2012, in cass rants.